#maybe part two with reader getting messily fucked on the counter facing the mirror

[denjjisgf]

JUST LIKE THAT (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ s. gojo x reader

nsfw 18+ oral (reader receiving), afab reader

the metal stall wall shakes when your hand twacks! against it, attempting to keep yourself steady. tasting tequila and sickly artificial strawberry, you glide your tongue over the flat of the stranger’s and groan. wild hands dance over your body, tugging awkwardly at your shirt and under your waistbands. a frustrated leg spreads yours. dextrous fingers pop the button of your jeans and finagle the zipper down. your head tilts back as a hot tightness coils, burning the skin at his fingertips. a sigh tumbles from your lips and he catches the back of your neck to bring you to a kiss. the cold porcelain of the dirty bar toilet grazed your leg and you flinch, breaking the mirage of sexual tension the ivory-headed stranger cast over you. 

how did we get here?

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“what are you having?” you twist in the stiff bar stool, positioning your back to the voice. conveniently a five-minute walk away, you were in your favorite spot at the small pub near your apartment. it reeks of spilled beer and the grainy tv constantly rotates the sport of the season for the older regulars; this isn’t the type of bar you go to find people to take home. the last thing you want is to be hit on by a man three times your age or resembles your friend's dad. so you sip from your drink and ignore. “ah— i see," he's moved to face you and smiling, wildly, and you roll your eyes. "you’re already drinking. well. bartender!” you hear the swish of fabric fly and he’s waving his hand. “hi, yes, i’ll have whatever they’re having.” 

persistent, you think. letting it go, you take a closer look. to your bewilderment, it’s in fact not a man the retirement age nor your friend’s father. pleasantly, he has a handsome look to his features, his nose long, slender, and balancing thin rectangular sunglasses. soft lips curl into a flirt, a tight lipped smirk, his tongue swiping to wet the bottom one. from over the lenses, you just barely catch a glance of gorgeous cerulean blue.

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you gasp as he throws your thighs up, holding you tight atop the flat of his forearms. your legs are restricted, help taunt by the stiffness of your pants, bunched at the ankles. your shoes dangle, helplessly, and flop in the air as he buries his head between your legs and pops out at the crux of your pretty pussy. you've rested your arms over the edge of the bathroom stall, precariously holding onto the weak plastic siding and metal rod, screwed to the ceiling. from here, anyone walking in would get the sight of you: perched like an angel, mouth agape in an 'o' and the stranger's black laced, leather dress shoes peeking from the bottom of the stall's door.

he sighs and spits a string of slurs, whining and pecking gentle, wet kisses into the fat of your thighs, gripping at the plushness of it all. he nuzzles his head and the scratchy grit of his undercut tickles you. you drop a hand down to guide his head closer and his hot breath fans over the dewy wet patch on your underwear. you feel safe, stable in his arms, thick veins protruding as his biceps flex. you feel ticks as he readjusts— the blood pumping thick through them when he moves closer, pushing you in a mating press.

your knees fold and the dirty heels of your sneakers dig into his shoulder blades. your fingernails scratch the skin behind his ear as you nudge him closer, whining and pleading sexy little 'please' s he can't resist. so he licks, first from the bottom, over your panties and up till his lips clasp around your clit, then he sucks. gentle pops! and groans float up to your ears and your face flushes with embarrassment and arousal. his fingers dance to pull the damp fabric to the side and he dig his nose into the tufts of hair at your groin. he teases shapes over the throbbing ball of nerves and laps his tongue at the entrance of your hole. he does straight lines, back and forth, up and down, granting you just enough stimulation to get the knee jerk reaction he wants and hear the high pitched gasp catch in your throat. his tongue dips in, slurping up the sticky, cream pool collecting and swallow it down with a gulp. 

trembling, his fingers reach his mouth and wets them, watching with hazy eyes how the thick remnants of your cum and his saliva draw strings between his milky white fingers. repositioning again, he inserts one, slowly, and just to the first knuckle. he’s teasing. pushing in and out at an agonizing pace, barely deep and missing your g spot and just enough to have you reeling. your hips buck subconsciously, mindlessly grinding to push his long fingers in farther. he returns to suck on your clit, this time with more intent. he hums and flicks his tongue, quick and consistent, while you ride his fingers messily. as you pull back, preparing to push forward and grind back onto his hand, he sneaks a second finger in and holds you flush to his face. like this, he takes more control, dragging them along your walls and bringing you closer to bliss. your spine feels cold and he’s pressing down just where you like it. his tongue is hot and your hearing dulls to a fuzz as he works you open on his fingers.

like a vignette, your vision narrows until it’s just the graffiti, stickered walls and spikes of white hair. every hair is raised on your body when he spits viciously on your pussy and buries himself once again. he’s overstimulating you in every manner possible, and you moan for him, louder and desperate as ever. “just like that,” you whisper, a thin string of drool spilling from your mouth as you look down and lock eyes with those pretty blue ones. you can’t see but know he’s smiling from the crinkle in his eyes; they roll back to his skull and he sighs with heady satisfaction. “sweetheart, i could stay like this forever.”

[binxyu]

Taehyung hates being ignored and you knew that, but you never expected him to act out on his feelings. You would tease him about the jealousy that overtook his body when he saw you text someone else in front of him. Well, until he finally snapped...

>>Pairing: Kim Taehyung (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | boyfriend!taehyung x girlfriend!reader

>>Word Count: 1.6k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Mirrors, degradation, humiliation, slapping, spitting, anal/barebacking, breeding, creampie, size kink, squirting, hair pulling, marking, unprotected sex, choking, dirty talk, spanking, edging, arguing, aftercare and possessive

“Y/n, you shouldn’t have done that. You know I hate when you hang out with those people”, Taehyung pouted at you, his hands resting on your hips gently. 

“Tae, they’re my best friends. I can’t just stop hanging out with them because you’re a possessive little shit”, you chuckle and shake your head, pecking him on the lips before you take your phone out to make sure none of your friends had texted you.

“Ugh, get off the damn phone already”, he groaned and took your phone away from you, holding it up so you could not reach it any longer.

“Tae...”, you pout and try to reach up for your phone, but you couldn’t reach it. You whined and crossed your arms in annoyance. 

“Don’t give me that face. You always give them more attention than me”, Taehyung sighed and cupped your face with his hands, pecking your lips. 

“Maybe it’s because you’re cute when you’re jealous~”, you giggled and Taehyung’s smile quickly disappeared. A shiver went up your spine from the new cold gaze coming from him.

“Is that so? Should I be tougher then, so you’ll stop being such a slut?”, he chuckled and put his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his cold eyes.

“T-tae”, you whimpered, never having seen this part of your boyfriend. He was always so sweet and never called you anything bad, but you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t like the new roughness. 

“I think it’s finally time I really show you who you belong to”, Taehyung smiled sadistically and picked you up, causing you to yelp and wrap your legs around his waist. He walked towards the bathroom with you and set you down roughly, causing you to put your hands on the counter to steady yourself.

“Fuck, what are you going to do?”, you gulped when you saw the man’s expression in the mirror in front of you, his eyes looking down your body to your ass. Your panties were showing a little from the shortness of the skirt and you immediately knew you were in for it when your boyfriend roughly slapped your ass, making you fall forward a little bit. 

“You really are a slut huh? Wearing such a short skirt out. You were just asking to be punished”, he chuckled and spanked your other ass cheek, lifting up your skirt to look at the red cheeks. You tried to turn around because you weren’t used to the pain of the spanks. Taehyung noticed and gripped your hair, turning you around harshly and kissing you passionately, your back against the counter. 

“No, I d-didn’t mean to”, you shook in fear as Taehyung trailed his finger to your shirt, popping the buttons and taking your shirt off, tossing it to the floor. You bit your lip as he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing it as he pressed his lips against your’s.

You kissed him back and you could feel him smile against your lips before he pulled away and gripped your hips before turning you around again, your hands immediately gripping the counter to steady you. You heard your boyfriend unzipping his jeans and you looked down to see them on the floor along with his boxers. The wetness on your thighs was enough to make Taehyung lose his patience and he pulled your skirt up with one of his hands as the other quickly pulled your panties down your legs.

You shivered as the cold air in the bathroom hit your bare skin, moans spilling out of your lips when Taehyung suddenly started to rub your clit roughly. Usually his touch was gentle and slow, so the new pace caught you off guard. 

“Shhh, you don’t have the right to make noise after being such a little bitch all day”, your boyfriend chuckled, moving his hand from your clit to your hair. He held your head still to make you look in the mirror as he circles the tip of his cock around your hole and then pushes it inside of you without warning, filling you up to the point that his bulge was apparent in your stomach. 

You struggled to keep yourself quiet as pleasure shot through your body from how deep Taehyung was inside of you, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot already. He started to quickly slam his hips against your’s and you screamed from how rough he was pounding into your g-spot, your hands gripping the counter as you were forced to look at yourself in the mirror. 

Your eyes were glossy from the sudden pounding and your hair was messily in Taehyung’s hand as he leaned forward to whisper something in your ear.

“Yeah, look at how pathetic you luck you dumb fucking puppy. You look like you’ve been fucked dumb already and I’ve just started”, you whimpered from the words, not knowing what to say as you got slapped and spanked by the man. You knew your body was going to be shaking and bruised by the time the session was over, but you couldn’t complain.

“F-fuck! Please Taehyung”, you begged and your boyfriend slapped you again, causing tears to stream down your cheeks from the harsh sting.

“Shut up. I already said you didn’t have the right to speak. You’ll take whatever I give you princess”, you moaned as you felt your orgasm building up already, your legs shaking from the force of Taehyung’s thrusts. Taehyung noticed and moved you a little, so you were watching how his bulge appeared in your stomach each time he thrusted inside of you.

“P-please tae. I need to cum”, you begged and the man shook his head at you in the mirror. He went even faster with his own thrusts though as he spoke.

“No, hold it whore. I’m going to stretch out both your little holes and fill them before you are allowed to cum”, Taehyung instructed and you whined at the idea of not coming, desperately pushing back your orgasm. Your boyfriend thrusted a bit longer before he released inside of your cunt, pulling out slowly to watch as his seed flowed out of your hole and down your legs.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight”, he groaned and collected some of his cum onto his finger, putting it in front of your mouth, “suck it” he ordered and you whimpered before putting your mouth around his finger, hallowing your cheeks to suck on it. 

“Good girl”, Taehyung praised as you desperately sucked on his finger, coating it in saliva as he spit on his other hand, pumping his cock with it to lubricate it. You had never done anal together and you shivered when you felt his cock near your asshole. 

“T-tae, please”, you begged, wanting to cum so badly. Your boyfriend smirked and slowly started to push his dick into your hole, stretching you out in a way you hadn’t felt before. Your loud moans filled the room as he started to rub your clit roughly and thrust into your ass.

“Tell me who you belong to”, Taehyung ordered and slapped your ass, making you whimper loudly as he sped up his pace. 

“F-fuck! I belong to you”, you moaned out but Taehyung wasn’t satisfied so he spanked you again and then gripped your throat.

“Louder. Tell the whole neighborhood. Tell your friends who live next door”, he chuckled, groaning in your ear and your breathing was labored from his grip on your throat.

“I belong to you! I belong to Kim Taehyung!”, you practically screamed as your legs started to shake from your approaching orgasm, “fuck fuck, I belong to Kim fucking Taehyung!” Taehyung laughed at how loud you were and let your throat go to let you catch your breath. You clenched around him and he groaned, holding your hips to keep you still as your skirt fell slightly down. 

“That’s my good dumb puppy. Cum for me”, he rubbed your clit even faster and then moved his hand down to start fingering your cum filled cunt, the cum covering his fingers as he thrusted them in and out of you quickly. The sudden entrance made you squirt around his fingers and you screamed from the power of the orgasm. 

Taehyung groaned as he watched you squirt, releasing inside of your ass and filling up that hole too. He continued to thrust a little longer to ride out his high before he pulled out of you and smiled innocently again. You watched as his entire aura changed and giggled.

“Good now mister tough guy?”, you smiled back at him and he nodded, chuckling as he caught his breath too.

“Are you okay princess?”, Taehyung asked softly, stroking your hair as he looked down at the cum all over your lower half. 

“I’m okay baby. Just need a bath. My legs hurt”, you sighed and your boyfriend nodded, gently picking you up and putting you on the counter. He got a wet rag and cleaned between your legs, getting the excess cum off that was on your thighs and cleaned your folds. 

Once you were all cleaned up, he turned on the water for the tub and put some bubbles in before picking you up and putting you inside. He got in behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

The two of you decided to talk about Taehyung’s possessiveness and worked out a solution.

And that solution was simply letting your boyfriend continue to fuck you like that. You both loved it anyways. 

[dragonsareourfuture]

Matsuda/GN!Reader — Promise

Here’s a longer oneshot for a man who is often forgotten. Lovely Matsuda, you have a huge place in my heart.

This wasn’t an afternoon like any other.

No, shut up! It’s the same as any other day.

Something big was about to go down.

It’s not big, it’s normal! Normal sized, normal day!

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, slamming against your rib cage so hard you swore it made your body sway a tad bit forward.

Everything is going to go fine, no disasters.

You stood in front of your mirror, combing out your hair. The bathroom was dead silent save for your short, uneasy breaths. You tried your best to draw them out to how you normally breathed, but you began to try so hard to breathe normally that you forgot how you normally breathed altogether.

Is this pace too slow? Am I not getting enough air? Is that why the room’s spinning or am I just panicking for no reason?

You weren’t panicking. You swear you weren’t. Maybe you were just breathing so fast and your heart was racing so much because you were dying! Yeah, that could be it! You almost preferred that possibility to what you were in store for later that evening — something set to occur around 6:00 pm sharp. Dinner. Doesn’t sound so bad right?

Wrong. You almost laughed at yourself bitterly for thinking so absurdly — doesn’t sound so bad? Maybe when you don’t have all the details. So, let’s rephrase that, shall we?

Dinner. With your boyfriend’s parents.

Ah, speak of the devil. You turned around at the sound of a light knock at the bathroom doorframe. Touta Matsuda, the adorable little puppy dog of a human, stood with his fist still curled and his knuckles against the doorframe. He asked you if you were nearly ready to head out, his dark eyebrows upturned with light creases denting his forehead.

You jolted. With a lightening fast grab at your phone you tore it from its spot on the counter and looked at the time — how was it already 5:40!? Hadn’t you started brushing your hair around 4:00? You didn’t even want to begin to think about the fact that you’d been standing at the mirror for forty whole minutes telling yourself you weren’t panicking. And the worst part — that reverse psychology didn’t even leave a mark! Your chest still felt tight and nothing felt right. Oh no... you’re thinking in rhyme.  You had to do something quick, before you started to speak in riddles like some kind of bridge troll.

“Hey, Teddy Bear?”

“What’s up? You don’t look too good...”

Even staring at yourself in the mirror for nearly an hour didn’t allow you to notice until Matsuda pointed it out. When you looked back at your reflection, you saw the truth in his statement. You looked very put together overall — clothes neat and without a single crease marring the fabric — but your face was paler than it had ever been before. Your eyes had sunken from lack of sleep, as you were tossing and turning for hours the previous night just thinking about your arrangement for that evening. You just looked scared.

“I’m gonna be completely honest with you,” you began, stepping closer to your boyfriend and weaving your arms around his waist. The soft fabric of his dress shirt calmed you enough to get the words out without choking on them. “I’m really, really nervous about tonight. They’re gonna hate me for this—“

“Hey, don’t say that! It’s no one’s fault that we‘ve both been too busy to formally meet my folks since we started dating. I mean, I am a cop after all, and this case hadn’t exactly been easy on me or anyone on my team.” Matsuda reasoned. It was always hard to argue with him when he had this whole “optimist” thing going on. He was just too cute and cheerful to claim anything he said was a lie.

You sighed, trying to fight back with more doubts, “But it’s been forever. They’re gonna think I’m avoiding them or something!”

“Nonsense! If anything they’ll be grateful for you taking care of me every night when I get home from work. I still don’t know how you do it. You’re too patient with me, babe! Not that I’m telling you to stop, of course! It’s— well, you know what I mean!”

Dammit, Matsu’s cuteness struck you down once more and, against your will, you were forced to give into his positivity. You let out a laugh, tightening your grip around his waist and resting your chin on his broad shoulder. “Yeah, I guess so.”

But he was forgetting one little thing. You had absolutely no idea what kind of people Matsuda’s parents were, so how they would react to something like this was beyond your comprehension. Though, you didn’t think terrible people could have produced someone so pure hearted and precious. Still, you had no idea how formal they were, if they cared whether you told them yet or not. If they were opposed to how you were going about this or if they would support you. And Matsuda, being the kind person he was, wanted to tell them the important news in person, so there was no avoiding this any longer.

“Listen, I...when we talked about marriage I didn’t agree to it despite my parents.” Matsuda hummed, taking hold of your lower back to pull you closer to him as a gesture of comfort. “They know you exist, at least! They know we’ve been dating for a while and they know you make me happy. So what would be the issue?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and dropping your forehead onto his shoulder. Goddammit, he’s right.

You just had to make Teddy Bea— Uh, Matsuda’s parents like you! Then they’d support your relationship, and in turn your decision to get married. End of story. Well, you’d have to see them again, like at the wedding, but you’d cross that bridge once you got to it!

Yeah, okay. Maybe, with the comfort of your fiancé beside you (was is okay to call him that? You haven’t even bought an engagement ring yet...), just maybe, you could do this.

Probably.

This shit’s gonna be easy, you told yourself. And, you know the funny thing? You actually started to believe it.

It was like all of the comforting words Matsuda blessed your ears with earlier actually had some effect and, now that you stood at his parent’s doorstep, the tight feeling in your chest had eased up. Your head stopped pounding with your own heartbeat drumming in your ears. You felt comfortable, even when Matsuda knocked on the door before taking ahold of your hand.

Soon enough, an older woman answered to the knocks. Her face, marred with smile lines, brightened at the sight of you two. She was on the shorter side, but by no means did she appear weak. Her hands held a strong grip on the door as she held it open, and such energy gave off a giddy and caring aura about her. She stepped aside and held a hand out, gesturing for you to come in with a cheerful call of “Hello there! Oh, come in, come in. Honey, they’re here!”

You allowed Matsuda to take the lead, guiding you inside behind him, connected by your hands still. With only a few steps, the slight bite of the chilly fall air outside had vanished in an instant only to be replaced by a warm and fuzzy atmosphere. It had the air of a home that was prepared for guests, which served to make your heart flutter at the idea that you were important enough to make people want to prepare their home for you.

A staircase occupied the farthest wall to the right, and beyond that led to a dining room. While candles dotted the table, plates were set up neatly in front of every chair for four people. The burning candles gave off the scent of a pine forest, filling your nostrils and effectively making you even more calm. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Another set of footsteps was soon given a face — a tall, lanky man with the same messily styled and dark hair as your beloved boyfriend — presumably Matsuda’s father. This presumption was made into fact as the man glommed into Matsuda, patting his back and barely giving your boyfriend any air in his lungs to speak properly.

“Hey, mom! Hey, dad! I really missed you guys. Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing, too!”

You couldn’t say he was wrong. You couldn’t really place it with the pine scented candles mixing with the scent, but whatever it was, it was making your mouth water.

“O-oh, um, this is (Name). They’re that person I was talking to you guys about on the phone the other day,” The now suddenly bashful Matsuda introduced on your behalf.

“Hi there, it’s really nice to meet you both!” You greeted, shameful that you didn’t think to say something sooner.

“Oh, well aren’t you just the sweetest thing? Come this way, dear, don’t just stand around!”

“O-oh, alright—“

“So!” The boisterous man by Matsuda’s side called. He clapped his son on the shoulder, looking from him to you with a teasing quirk in his brow. “You’ve finally decided to come visit now, have you?”

“Oh, don’t give them a hard time!” Matsuda’s mother interjected, holding up a nearby dish towel with a threatening glower, no real malice behind it. Matsuda’s father held up his hands in mock surrender.

You smiled, forcing the corners of your lips upwards although you couldn’t force it to meet your eyes. you felt absolutely terrible. These people opened up their home to you, cooked for you, let you go out with their son, and yet you couldn’t tell them that you wanted to marry their son, and he wanted the same. Occasionally you shared a glance with Matsuda, who only stared back with eyes that said “not yet”. And you hated the fact that you felt overwhelming relief each time you received that look from him. The fact was — you didn’t want to tell them. If you did there would be no going back, no do-overs. But at the same time you wanted to get it off your chest more than anything in the world. You wanted their son’s hand in marriage. That’s not usually anything to sneeze at.

And yet, all you were doing was lying to their faces. Well, was it lying if all you were doing was keeping something from them? Was it just as wrong? Of fucking course it was. There’s no way out of this one, you’re a horrible person and that’s that. Shit.

Even as you all sat at your designated seats around the dinner table, not a peep left your mouth. As Matsuda’s mother began to dish out servings of her incredible-smelling cooking with the help of her husband, you only uttered words of thanks. You really couldn’t thank them enough, considering the bomb you were about to drop onto their lives.

You all ate peacefully with the light conversation making it’s way around the table. Matsuda and his parents were quite possibly the easiest people to talk to that you ever did meet. No joke had to be held back for fear of being judged, and a few of your little comments caused Matsuda’s father to choke on his food from laughter. You and Matsu’s mom took to ganging up on the men for their apparent shared habit of snoring like a monster at night, the both of them getting defensive with claims that they had no way to control that kind of thing. You and Matsu even shared a few stories from your albeit limited amount of time alone together, going to the park or visiting a museum. It was only when a lull in conversation caused a bout of silence to overtake the room did you look to Matsuda for some assistance in keeping up conversation, only to find him looking at you with determined eyes.

Oh. So it was time, was it? Alright, you could do this.

You breathed in deeply through your nose, clasping your partner��s hand under the table.

“Mom, dad? We uh...Well, we have something to tell you,” Matsu admitted, his voice starting out as nothing more than a whisper and gradually increasing in volume. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand.

“Oh? Good news or bad news?” His mother inquired, eyebrows creasing slightly with a tinge of worry which the playful tone in her voice failed to mask.

“I hope you think it’s good news! Uh, so, (Name) and I...well, it’s good to see that you guys seem to be getting along well! Can I just say that before I start? Yeah...so. Okay, um—“

“Son, you know you can tell us anything. Just say it, we won’t be angry with you.” Something in the older man’s tone told you he already somewhat caught on to the situation. He just wanted to hear it from his son first, which was understandable.

“We’re going to get married,” Matsuda blurted. The slight jitters you felt in his hand eased up immensely after he said it. His shoulders relaxed and his lips stretched with a smile. “We aren’t exactly sure when or where, we don’t even have the rings yet, but we’ve talked it through and...well, we’re doing it.”

Your gaze, which was fixed on your Teddy Bear throughout his entire explanation, absolutely adoring the loving glint in his eyes as he talked about your future together, shifted back to his parents. What you were met with did not exactly please you.

“...oh. Well, dear, I...”

“It’s not that we aren’t happy for you two, don’t get us wrong...”

It took you a while to completely comprehend what you were hearing.

“What...? You don’t want us to get married?” Matsuda chimed in before you could say anything, not that you were even sure that you could.

“We didn’t say that!” The older woman defended, inching up to sit on the edge of her seat. Ah, yes. Battle mode. “Far from it, actually. All we want is for you to be sure that you’re ready.”

Matsuda’s dad nodded, continuing with his wife’s sentiment, “You said yourself that you’ve been too busy to come see us, so how much of that time have you really had with each other?”

You couldn’t even argue against them. It was true, you and Matsuda haven’t really been able to spend a ton of time together lately. Perhaps marriage was what you both seemed to agree would act as a patch — something you thought would fix your issues as soon as you could call Matsuda your husband. But how much better off would you be after that?

“I...mom, dad...” Matsuda’s words faded, disintegrating into nothingness as his hope seemed to do along with it. He hung his head as his grip on your hand loosened but, before it could completely slip from you, you clasped it tightly.

“Thank you so much for your advice,” you said, marveling that you managed to keep your voice from wavering. “We’ll think it over.”

The burn of Matsuda’s eyes could practically be felt boring into you. You knew he was upset, you knew he was confused. But the very last thing you wanted to do was end the night on a bad note. You could try your best to save what was left of your first impression dinner and talk about this later. When you were alone.

“...yes, o-of course. Ah, would anyone like a second helping?”

  About an hour of stiff conversation and shifting glances later, you and Matsuda decided that perhaps it was time to leave.

He hugged his parents goodbye with noticeably less enthusiasm than he had when he’d first greeted them, and you took to simply waving and thanking them for the meal.

Once you were outside, a shiver ran down your spine. The temperature had dropped considerably, now with the moon in place of the sun overhead and clouds of fog taking to the air every time you exhaled.

“I’m...I’m sorry,” you heard from beside you. Your head swiveled to meet the eyes of your boyfriend only to find that his were directed towards the ground. “That didn’t go as I thought it would.”

Your mouth opened to answer, only to close again. It was easier to grab his hand, which was swinging limply at his side, at thread your fingers through his. So, that’s what you did.

Matsuda flinched, eyes shooting toward the point at which your hands were connected, staring at it with wide eyes. Once he was over his shock, he gave you a grin — a smile that turned his eyes into crescents and warmed his cheeks with a soft blush. That smile was what always told you that everything would be okay.

You stopped walking so suddenly that Matsuda nearly tripped trying to stop in time.

“What’s wrong? (N-name!?)”

Matsuda covered his mouth as he stared down at you, now kneeling on one knee in front of him. You never let go of his hand, but kept it clasped in yours. Your lips met his knuckles, thumb brushing over the spot that you kissed afterwards. 

This was not the end of the world. So you shouldn’t get married, so what? It’s not like that’s your main goal anyway. Marriage — your method of escape from actually facing your problems — would have to wait. Big deal. That just left more time to spend with your adorable Teddy Bear without the stress of a wedding hanging over your heads. Any breaks you two had in work could be used to get to know each other better, relearn those things about each other that might have slipped from your memories due to time apart.

“Touta, I love you. I love you too much to let this stupid disagreement do any damage to our relationship. I want us to become stronger because of this. We don’t need a legal binding to tell us that we belong together. So, this isn’t a proposal, but a promise — Whether we’re married or not, I will do my best to make you the happiest man alive and let you know each and every day how much I care for you. And, if we still want to, later on when we know we’re in a stable place, we can get married.”

A splash of water hit the ground in front of you. You blinked, expecting more to come in the form of a rain shower until you realized that water was the tears still rolling down Matsuda’s rosy cheeks. “Yeah, that—“ he sniffed, wiping his face with the sleeve of his jacket, “—that sounds good.”

“Just good?” You joked.

“A-amazing? I can’t really find the words right now...but I do want everything you just said. I’m just a little surprised that, what with how tonight was going with me consoling you, you’d end up doing the same for me by the end!” The ravenette scratched the back of his head, averting his eyes, “I d-don’t really feel like the one wearing the pants in this relationship right now!”

“Who said you were in the first place?” You muttered, rising to your feet and heading off toward your car.

“Wh-wh-what!? Hey, get back here!”

[12miraenie]

Contradiction (pt2)

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Nothing…besides explicit language and throwing stuff on the floor

Word Count: 1389

Chapter Summary: Sehun didn’t know what went into his head when he carried you back, or how he’s supposed to deal with this. 

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Throwing his phone on the coffee table, Sehun mentally cursed himself again. Just how the fuck did he get into this mess? Not to mention she’s Baekhyun hyung’s sister too.

He had been pacing back and forth in the kitchen deciding who he should call because honestly, he didn’t know how to deal with you. Heck, he didn’t even know why you fainted all of a sudden. Now he had carried you all the way back to his apartment, and you had been sleeping soundly since then. Sehun leaned on his kitchen counter and groaned, should he call Baekhyun? He would surely have an insane load of explanations to do, and with his personality and the way he talks, he’s not sure how Baekhyun would react. And Baekhyun had probably deleted his number already? Who wouldn’t, he thought bitterly, after everything in college.

Maybe he should call Junmyeon hyung, or Minseok hyung. They were the two people that had at least a decent attitude toward him, at least they didn’t stare at him like he is a piece of trash, which was what Jongdae did. Or looked at him like he is a murderer, like Chanyeol and Baekhyun. Same old bad memories flashed in his mind, and Sehun remembered the times his hyungs would stand up for him against people who bullied him or excluded him. At least they didn’t ignore me, he thought. Perhaps that’s the best reunion he could have hoped for. In the end, Sehun decided to not think about contacting anyone until you wake up. His head hurt from all the thinking. Walking to the medicine cabinet, Sehun took out a familiar bottle and took out two red pills. Screwing bottled water open, he swallowed the pills and chugged down half a bottle.

He opened the tap and splashed cold water on his face. Wiping it messily with the back of his hand, Sehun gripped the side of the sink tight and stared into his own reflection in the mirror. He averted looking into his own eyes and chose to focus on a long, but almost invisible scar on his left cheek. It’s almost unnoticeable from a normal distance and easily concealable. But to him, the scar is an irremovable imprint of the past three years that he’s been through, the isolations, the pain. It was a time that he truly felt the world was against him. He didn’t feel any better now, but at least he learned to hide his feelings. Sehun took a deep breath and loosened his hold on the sink. He lifted his arms and stretched his hand to inspect them from the palm to the back. A lot of people who say that he has nice hands, beautiful even. Long, slender fingers that were suited to play piano or violin. But Sehun knew how ugly and imperfect they are, and how much they remind him of his past every single time. He sighed and combed through his hair. His brother always told him, “Don’t dwell on the past”, but Sehun didn’t know how to get out, or how to let go. Shaking his head to chase his thoughts away, Sehun walked out into the living room and slumped down on to the couch. He glanced at the clock and realized it’s probably still going to take a long time for you to wake up, so he opted for a short nap.

                                       You were almost suffocating when you woke up. Unable to move any part of your body, you started squirming around, and finally, when you were able to breathe air, you realized that instead of being kidnapped or worse, you were securely wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Looking down, you realized you were still in the uncomfortable and tight dress from the party, and you let out a deep breath. Where am I? What happened? You couldn’t seem to recall anything, it’s like there’s a huge gap in your memory. Swallowing the discomfort feeling in the pit of your stomach, you swung the blanket away. The second your feet touched the cold floor, there was a sudden sound like something was crashed, followed by a muffled “Fuck!”. Your eyes instantly widened at the thought of another person. You twisted the doorknob as quiet as you can and tiptoed into the hallway. It seemed like you were in an apartment because from the end of the hall, you could stare right into the living room.

You kept hearing weird clinking and clanking noises until you reached the kitchen. The door wasn’t closed fully, so you tried to figure out what’s going on through the slit. You could only see the back of a man working on something by the counter. Furrowing your eyebrows, you thought hard on who that might be. Unknown to you, the man had walked over and swung the door open.

“What-”

Sehun was trying to find another carrot in the fridge when he opened the door and saw you gasping in horror. Then he realized, in the spur of the moment, he didn’t put the cutting knife down. To you, he probably looked like a killer trying to strike someone. Quickly putting his knife on the table, Sehun looked up again just to find you scooting even further away.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

He winced at the volume of your voice but put up both his hands in surrender.

“Oh Sehun. You are in my apartment.”

Seeing your confused expression, he added,

“Do you remember anything from last night? Chanyeol hyung’s party? You chased after me yourself.”

He watched your expression slowly turning into realization, as you dropped the tight hold over a chair and fidgeted in your spot. Sehun sighed and pointed to the bathroom,

“Go take a shower, you can find something to wear from my closet. It’s right next to the bathroom.” He watched you always fleeting away to the direction of the bathroom and shutting the door. Sehun sighed and rubbed his forehead. He questioned himself again just why he got himself into this mess. To be honest, he didn’t know the answer too. For some reason, he just had to go to the convenience store to buy medicine and band-aid for you, and the supermarket to buy grocery to cook for you. Sehun was by no means a chef, but at least he knows the basics, porridge. Sehun set the table and sat down on a chair to wait for you. He soon found himself drifting to sleep due to exhaustion.

“These are too big, but thank you so-”

Sehun jolted awake at your voice and froze. There was just something about you that he couldn’t quite place. He didn’t know what propelled him to pay extra attention to you, and what convinced him to let you stay.

“Sehun.”

“Sehun?”

You were waving one hand in front of his eyes. Sehun cleared his throat and gestured for you to sit down.

“Eat. You need something warm.”

He saw how your eyes lit up even at the sight of plain porridge, and he watched you dig in with arms crossed over each other. Sehun was getting this weird feeling that he couldn’t quite place himself. It’s annoying, but he didn’t want it to go away.

“You’re not eating?”

Sehun shook his head slightly as a no. He saw your eyebrows furrow slightly, but you continued to finish the whole bowl and put down the utensils politely. He saw your elbows were still red from the scratches last night and he thought back on how hard you fell.

“Come here. You need treatment.”

Sehun was holding your arm gently while applying disinfectant with a cotton pad. You hissed at each wipe and squirmed slightly. Sehun tugged your arm gently to stop you, but somehow you locked eyes with him, and Sehun found himself unable to look away. That uncomfortable feeling in his stomach was back again, but he disallowed himself to think further by focusing on your wounds. He was about to move on to your legs when your hand grabbed his wrist gently. Sehun looked up in confusion when he heard you say,

“I can see your eye bags, Sehun, you must be so tired.” “Go rest, I can take care of the rest.”

Sehun stiffened. This was the first time in three years that someone cared for him. Someone who was observant enough to tell him. So many people didn’t care or chose to ignore what his expressions held, what his actions represented, but you were the first one that looked and said something. Even if you only noticed the physical, it made him feel different.

[strangerstuffandthingsimagines]

Forget About The Rest Of Me (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: Billy lived by the ideology of “live fast. die young.” but when he meets the girl who can’t seem to keep up with everyone else, he finds himself completely taken by her.

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, alcoholism and infidelity (Between the readers “parents”) 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I was inspired by Nina Nesbitt’s “The Moments I’m Missing”). Let me know if you liked this and would enjoy a second part :) Thanks for reading!

Billy Hargrove was a walking mirage, far too attractive and confident to be real. Everyone was drawn to him, whether it be to be associated with the alpha male of the school, or the allure of the salacious look in his eyes.

But like all good illusions, there was something else hiding behind the facade. The brutality of his punches was a result of his need to be stronger and scarier than anyone else before someone could hurt him. The new lips he kissed every night were a desperate attempt to feed his hunger for intimacy, although it never did.

So Billy continued his routine of black eyes and white knuckles, clutching the sheets of a strangers bed. 

You groaned as Tina snatched the newspaper from your hands, giving you an annoyed look. 

“Can you please help me? You said you’d help me do my hair like Madonna.” Tina whined, a hand finding her hip as she gave you a pout.

“Sorry, I’ve just been stressed out with this stupid story I have to write for my part in the paper.” You apologized, sliding off of Tina’s bed where you had been sitting. “Sit down, I have to tease your hair.”

Tina had been your best friend since the fourth grade, you were polar opposites and it just worked. When you were quiet she was loud, when she drank you made sure she had enough water to keep her hydrated and hold her hair back. You weren't the most outgoing or a social butterfly but you would go to the mall with Tina or to the movies when she asked. Tina tried her best to get you out of your shell even coaxed you into sitting with her and her group of friends at lunch.

“So, how many people are coming over tonight?” You asked, your hand rhythmically brushing the comb back and forth through Tina's hair. “It won’t be like that last part, right? Not to be annoying or anything but I’d rather not have to take care of seven drunk girls.”

Tina’s shoulders moved up and down as she laughed, recalling the horrendous incident of her “small” summer get together.

“Well maybe if you drank you could join in on the fun,” she said tilting an eyebrow at you. You gave her a tight lined smile in the mirror, your heart beating against your ribs.

You hadn’t told Tina much about your home life, and if you did it was very vague or a complete lie. In your freshman year, your home became a war zone. One night when your mother was on business trip in Seatle you had woken up in the middle of the night, mouth dry and desperate for a glass of water.

Looking back, you wished you had just gone back to sleep and powered through the urge for a cold glass of water. 

You were confused about why there was a warm glow creeping up the stairs from the living room, curious to why your father (who from time to time would stay up after he returned from the office to work on paperwork.) was still up at nearly three in the morning.

The carpeted stares cushioned the sound of your steps 

Soft murmurs and stifled laughs grabbed peaked your interest, there was another voice that you had never heard.You peeked around the bannister, a pair of pink pumps laid messily by the end of the couch.

You sat back out of view, not that anyone had noticed your presence, hand clasped around your mouth as you stopped a gasp from escaping your lips.

Never in your life had you ever seen your mother wear pink or any colour that wasn’t a varying shade found on the white to black scale. She was a firm woman, always independent and hardly home in the evenings. 

This wasn’t your mother stealing kisses with your father, this was someone else.You were an easy going kid, never got into much trouble, save for the times your mother caught you reading comics under the covers after she told you to go to bed. 

Never had you felt this angry before, never had you felt so betrayed. Your mother worked, a lot, you weren’t going to pretend like she was around often, maybe she had a few days off now and then but, she was busy being a successful woman in a male-dominated world of business. You admired her for her strength, you couldn’t be mad at her for that.Your father spent the most time with you, that is when he wasn’t working himself. 

You didn’t mind being alone, it left you plenty of time to sketch and work on your own little comic. It had been a dream of yours since you were little, you wanted to publish your very own comic.

You didn’t know what you were supposed to do besides sit on the old, creaky stairs and hold your hand against your mouth.Everything changed after that night, it was a sick, twisted game of fate as your mother walked through the front door, home early from the business trip when she caught your father with the new office temp.

Your mother had always enjoyed a glass or two of wine after a long day, but when your father continued his infidelity, she turned to the bottle for comfort.

“I’ve told you a million times, weak livers run in my family. I can’t drink.” You lied, not even sure it weak livers was an actual problem.

“I’m just bugging you.” She said as she nudged you with her shoulder.

You stood in the kitchen, opening a new bag of chips as the plain had already run out. Things weren’t getting out of hand, yet. It wasn’t a party at Tina’s without alcohol or a couple making out on the couch. 

You only showed up to these so Tina would owe you one, which, involved dragging her along to the local comic expo a few towns over.It was a win/win for both of you, plus it meant a seemingly endless supply of lays plain chips for you.

As the night progressed things began to pick up, the party now in full swing. The stench of alcohol, cigarette smoke and cheap Halloween makeup creating a gross concoction of odours.

Big parties like this often brought out truths hidden deep within people. A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts.

Somewhere in the house, Nancy admitted she didn’t love Steve, and somewhere Tommy flirted with anyone and anything that wasn’t Carol. Somewhere else Tina joked with the people she desperately wanted to impress that you were like a pathetic puppy, always following her around

Unfortunately for you, being one of the only people not to be completely wasted, meant you had overheard most of these unsavoury truths.

It wasn’t the first time you had caught Tina being a cruel drunk, but for some reason tonight it bothered you, just a little. You could convince yourself to just blame it on the alcohol, but deep down you knew it was true.

She hadn't realized you were standing behind her, suddenly losing your appetite. One of Tina’s friends took notice of you and the dejected look on your face, quickly giving Tina a warning look. Tina was far too gone to care or pick up on what was happening.

You dropped the orange plastic plate onto the counter and darted toward the stairs.

You slammed the door and just stood in the centre of Tina’s room feeling a storm begin to form inside of you.

Why did it bother you so much? Was it because she was right? Was it because she had said it and not just some assholes from school?

“Don’t cry.” You told yourself as you tugged on the roots of your hair. “Don’t fucking cry.”

You paced around the room, chewing on your bottom lip as you thought of all the other things she was probably saying about you.

“I bet they make fun of me.” You told yourself, only firing yourself up more. “Fuck!” You yelled losing control, your hand balling into a fist.

You stood back in shock by your own actions. As you brought your hand up feeling pain pulse through your knuckles. You looked at yourself in horror at the cracked reflection of the mirror.

You shook your head at yourself, frantically running out the door clutching your hand to yourself. You ran to the bathroom and watched the water rinse the blood down the drain.

“You Alright?” A husky voice asked from the doorway.

You picked out the small shards of glass that had gotten stuck in your skin.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m okay I’ll be done in a second.” You replied, not taking your eyes off your cut knuckles.

“What the hell did you do?” The voice said, now leering over your shoulder.

You let out a sigh, turning the tap off with your other hand.

“Nothing, I just-“ you began, now facing the boy. “-accidentally cut my hand, that’s all.”

You gave a small smile to the stranger who seemed more concerned about your injury than you were.

“Neosporin.” He said.

You glanced at him with a confused look on your face.

“What?” You asked, one hand holding the knob of the door.

“Put it on your knuckles, they’ll heal faster.” He said, standing in a contrapposto position.

Your cool fingers rubbed the back of your injured hand, you were just standing there looking at the boy. He was a work of art, a chiselled chest and striking eyes, an Adonis.

“Thanks.” You smiled.

His line pulled into a cool smile, his eyelashes blanketing his gaze.

“My pleasure.” He said as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.

The next day at school Tina was a no-show, probably hungover and in bed. Usually, you were there for her, waiting to make sure she got enough water or that she had Advil for her skull-splitting migraine.  This time was different, something changed last night and you weren’t sure if you could be so forgiving.

The cafeteria buzzed with conversation and laughter, the smell of greasy pizza was almost sickening.

You looked around, debating whether or not it was worth the awkward tension to sit at a random table that had an extra seat or to just find somewhere else to go.

The cool air of the parking lot sent shivers down your spine, the soft breeze blowing the skirt of your dress upward ever so slightly.

You smoothed out your dress as you walked toward the beat-up car that you had the honour to drive.

Smoke billowed from the side of your car, earning a worried look from you.

“That better not be my engine again.” You whined, now jogging toward the vehicle.

As you rounded the corner you were surprised to see the same person who you had met in the bathroom the night before.

“Oh my gosh!” You laughed, relief washing over you.

The boy lowered his cigarette from his lips, blowing smoke from his lips, filling the space between you.

“What?” He asked with a smirk, clearly amused by your second chance encounter.

“I thought my car was smoking...again.” You admitted as you scratched the back of your neck.

He just watched you, still smirking at you as his eyes travelled your body.

“Well, um I’m just going to sit over here.” You said gesturing to the hood of your car.

Billy was absolutely taken by you, for whatever reason you had been on his mind since your little meeting in the upstairs bathroom. So many unanswered questions about you and your split knuckles.

He leaned on the hood of your car, you had begun to flip through your sketchbook before abruptly closing it once you had gained an audience.

“I’m Billy by the way.” he breathed, taking a brief look at the book in your hands. “I never got your name last night.”

“Y/N.” You answered, eyes not leaving your hands, hesitantly opening up the pages of your sketchbook.

Billy’s eyebrows knitted together, beginning to become annoyed with the lack of attention you were giving him. He wondered why you hadn’t thrown yourself at him like the others or felt the slightest bit of intimidation.

“What are you drawing?” he asked, impatiently tapping his fingers against the car.

“It’s embarrassing.” You exclaimed, your fingers flipping to a blank page. “I don’t like showing my drawings to anyone.”

He didn’t press any further, straightening up from his relaxed position.

“You’re quite the mystery.” he scoffed, flicking his cigarette angrily before getting in his car.

A house was not a home if there was an inability to take comfort in its shelter. The static white noise from the tv down the hall was the only soothing sound you knew, it was like a shield from the screaming match happening in the living room between your parents. 

Across the street, which your bedroom faced, was a small house divided by two families merged together by marriage. Just like your own house, there was just as much rage contained between four walls and one roof.

Billy climbed out his window and snuck out the side gate, he froze at the sound of your parents fighting, thinking for a moment that his dad was going after Susan. He felt his legs carry him toward your house, his eyes fixated on your beat up car. He never saw you come out of the house or your car parked out front before, or maybe he just hadn't noticed.

A dull glow emitted from your room as you turned on the lamp from your bedside table. Just for a moment, you walked by the window, and just for a second, he wished for you to look out and see him, to really see him.

Winters in Hawkins were unforgiving, fortunately for you, there was a “Happy Days” marathon on tv and you had nowhere important to be. You grabbed the plate of brownies and brought them over to the living room.

As the theme song began to play your heart sank, you and Tina loved “Happy Days” but things had changed since the Halloween party. Next thing you knew, you were balling as you stuffed brownies into your mouth. You missed Tina, no matter how awful she became when she was with her friends, you missed her.

The doorbell rang which made you freeze, mouth full of chocolate and tears streaming down your face. No one was supposed to come over, your parents were out of town on business and you had the house to yourself.

You swallowed hard, wiping your lips with the back of your sleeve. You jogged toward the front door, fixing yourself up quickly in the hall mirror. 

Billy Hargrove stood at your front door, the blood dripping from his nose, smeared onto his lips. His facade shattering into smithereens right in front of you, there was no lustful gaze in his eyes, no smirk on his face, nothing.

This was Billy Hargrove and for the first time, you saw him for what he really was, insecure and powerless. 

“Billy, your nose.” you blurted out, the cool air icing the tears that had stained your cheeks. 

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he admitted. “The snow’s too high to drive through.”

You couldn’t wrap your head around it, but there was something different about Billy, at least the one who stood in front of you. He wasn’t trying to push your buttons or impress you with his sexual prowess. You finally saw him.

“Come in.” You gestured for him to come in, closing the door behind him.

The pain was evident in his body language, the way he slowly moved as he tried to remove his coat. You helped him out of his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack and guiding him to the living room. You grabbed the empty plate and shoved it under the cushion, feeling embarrassed about the meltdown you had just gone through. 

You sat next to him on the couch, turning off the tv before facing him. 

“What happened?” You asked Billy, he shook his head not wanting to talk about it. “Was it.. your dad?”

He just stared at you, studying your face and the sadness that you attempted to mask and pass off as a concerned look. 

“Why were you crying?” he asked, not answering any of the questions you had bombarded him with.

You let out a sigh, your eyes glancing at the bruises that peaked out from his open shirt. Your eyes slowly trailing over the purple hues that lined his jaw.

“It’s embarrassing.” You tried to evade him.

“You said that about your drawings too,” he commented, his gaze practically burning into you. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, at least around me.”

The corners of your mouth turned upward into a shy smile, for some reason you felt a little more comfortable with his words. You back relaxed into the soft cushions of the couch. 

“You know Tina? We are- were best friends.” You corrected yourself. “Anyways, at the Halloween party she got really drunk and she-I overheard her making fun of me with her friends. Anyways, I got so mad that I punched the mirror in her room.”

“That explains the bloody knuckles.” he laughed. “I didn’t really see you being much of a fighter.”

You grazed your fingers over the faint scars left on your knuckles. 

“It turned into a big fight, not because I punched the mirror or anything, but because when I confronted her she got mad at me. She got mad at me for being mad.” You sighed in frustration. 

“I’m so exhausted, I can’t get away from all the drama. I come home to screaming matches between my parents, I go to school just to receive dirty looks from all of Tina’s new friends. No one gives a flying fuck about me or how I feel. No one asks either.” You vented.

“I take your shitty friend and raise you a shitty dad.” He said smiling slightly.

“Why haven’t we ever talked before?” You beamed, slowly forgetting about the loneliness you had felt earlier. “Like this I mean.”

Billy gave you an amused look, raising an eyebrow at your words.

“What do you mean? I’ve tried talking to you for months, you never give the time of day,” he exclaimed, joining you in the relaxed position against the back of the couch, staring into your eyes.

“No, you’ve been trying to flirt with me...I don’t know I was worried you weren’t talking to me with the right intentions.” You admitted. “Everyone goes so fast and- I guess it’s just not as easy for me.”

There was always a hesitation towards boys and romance ever since you watched your parents fall out of love and into hate, there was no trust in your family and you were scared of becoming like them.

There was a silence in the air, the two of you just looking into each other's eyes, almost longingly. All fears and worries went out the window as your body gravitated toward his. Your lips gently touched his, pulling away just for a moment to absorb what you were feeling. 

He cupped your face with one hand, his other arm around the back of the couch and brushing against you. His movements were slow and unsure, waiting to see your response. Your lips were parted ever so slightly as your eyes fluttered shut. When he kissed you it felt as if you were being bathed in golden light, a feeling you had never known before. 

Lost in the moment, your hand finding his chest. You pulled away when he winced in pain, anxiety washing over you.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.” You confessed, apologizing profusely.

He pulled you closer to him, connecting his lips to yours again. His kisses had an urgency behind them as if you were the only person in the entire world that mattered.

“I don’t care if it hurts.” he murmured between kisses. 

His mouth trailed along your jaw and peppering down your neck. You stiffened, not because you were scared of him but rather what you thought he was hoping for. He noticed your discomfort and looked up at you, worry in his eyes.

“Whats wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” he questioned, his hands finding yours. 

Shaking your head, you looked away, you felt completely embarrassed.

“No, no it's not you, its just...I’ve never done this before.” You disclosed, expecting Billy to be annoyed or weirded out. “I’m sorry.”

He brushed the hair that had been covering your face, carefully tucking it behind your ear.

“You have nothing to be sorry for or to be embarrassed about.” He reassured, wiping away a tear that had escaped from your watery eyes. Billy flopped down onto the couch, earning a confused look from you. “Come on, let's watch your show.”

You were dumbfounded, absolutely caught off guard by Billy’s actions. Everyone had created this image and idea about Billy, painted him out to be some sort of playboy ass hole. 

“Really?” You asked, he opened his arms in response. You carefully laid against his chest, although you worried about hurting him again. 

The two of you just laid together, he held your hand as you watched the tv, your back against his chest.

Billy was used to driving fast and living life in a whirlwind of chaos, but as he laid next to you, the girl who was scared of life moving too quickly, he felt an overwhelming sense of calmness and content.

[sweetlysilent]

Unpredictable Pt. 3

Requested: Nope

Hey boo’s, because of the amount of requests I got, here is part three! I’ve also decided it’s going to be the last part. I’d like to say a huge thank you for liking this little series, you’re all amazing, and thank you for reading!

I also wrote this chapter listening to Shameless by: The Weeknd, I tried to find a link for it but there was like none on YouTube, just people that did covers and I didn’t want that oops. 

If you listen to it, it will probably put you in feels. Who am I kidding it totally will oops.

Also, please give me feedback! It’s really appreciated! I hope you all enjoyed this little mini series and thanks for reading and being bomb ass people. :)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Your brother is Harrison Osterfield, and your his younger sister (by like a few months, which he always teases you about which results in you both arguing), Tom is Harrison’s best friend, you’ve known him forever, but recently you started to feel different around him, making you rethink everything and worry about what Harrison would do it he found out the truth.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex.. again.. um.. bYE, and fluff aw.

Word Count: 3,064 (it’s so wordy oml.. SORRY)

A/N: So Tom just dropped a new picture which made me feel so many emotions?!1/?!/?1 And I’m listening to Shameless so asdfdklkjfsk. I sinned, maybe, we don’t know. Ngl this final chapter will make you go on an emotional rollercoaster, whoops.

You woke up to the sound of snoring, turning on your side you saw the most beautiful image you could ever see, spread out in your bed laid Tom, his hair messily in his face, the sheets covering his lower half of his body as his toned chest was left exposed.

You smiled, running your index finger across his forehead to push a few curls that had fallen over his eyes, making him mumble something in his sleep.

Last night was something you’d both truly remember, you’d never experienced anything like that before, and you knew that was Tom’s objective since you had been provoking him all day, and went on that date.

You sat up in your bed, running your fingers over your neck, there were way more purple and red marks than before, making it even more of a challenge to hide them from Harrison.

You carefully got out of the bed, trying not to wake Tom as you grabbed his t-shirt, slipping it over your head, braless of course.

You looked yourself over in your mirror, Tom really did a number on you, you could see his fingerprints on your shoulders faintly, giving you goosebumps at the memories as they flooded back into your head.

You both had certain kinks, only making it even more heated and intense than it was before. Tom loved the feeling of your fingers, especially when you ran your fingers through his brown curly locks of hair, only to surprise him by tugging on them when least expected. You however, you loved how his hands would fit perfectly around your throat, yes, you had that wonderful choking kink, and Tom did it fabulously.

Needless to say, you both barely slept a wink last night, and you could barely walk.

You were thankful that Harrison never decided to check on you at anytime, if he had, that would of been the end of both of you.

You weren’t sure how you would ever break the news to your brother, it wasn’t something you could straight up and say ’oh by the way, I just fucked your best friend last night, hope you don’t mind.’

It just wasn’t that easy, and now you were sure it was going to be even harder to keep it a secret.

“Did I ever mention you look hot as fuck in my clothes?” Tom mumbled, a grin on his face as he looked at your outfit.

You rolled your eyes playfully, doing a little twirl in his shirt, making him laugh and rest against your headboard.

“Did I ever mention that it’s going to be impossible to hide all of these from my brother? Thank you, very much Holland.” You muttered, motioning towards all the marks on your neck.

“I told you, I was going to mark you, because you’re mine.” Tom smirked, looking over his handy work on your neck, a feeling of accomplishment on his face. “Plus, it’s not like it’s going to be easy for me to explain how I left with nothing and come back the next day with all these marks on me.” Tom raised an eyebrow at you, making you smirk at him.

You shrugged your shoulders, looking at all the purple and red marks on his neck and chest.

“Don’t forget those delicious marks on your back.” You teased, making him shake his head and chuckle at you.

“How could I ever forget those? It was the best moment of my life.” He winked, making your cheeks redden, something he loved doing to you.

“Well, as nice as this was, I can’t have Harrison find you in here, so if you’d like to live and see another day, I’d recommend you run now.” You sucked in your bottom lip, crawling onto your bed.

“I hate that we have to do this behind his back, but at the same time it just makes it even more fun.” He grinned, before placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

He grabbed his clothes, letting you stay in his t-shirt, because he loved seeing you in his clothing, before he disappeared out your window.

You made sure he got down carefully, waving a goodbye to him before he disappeared, you quickly shut your window before going to hide all the marks on your neck.

It took you a good hour to hide everything Tom had done, once you knew you were in the safe zone, you went down to the kitchen where Harrison was already making breakfast.

“Hey Y/N, how was your sleep.” Harrison spoke, startling you as you took a seat at the counter.

“Uh, it was good, why?” You asked, your heart starting to race nervously.

“Oh, no reason, just next time you should warn your brother before you sneak company over.” Harrison shrugged, before turning around and glaring at you, making your face turn a deep red.

Were you guys really that loud?

“Sorry Haz..” You mumbled, taking a sip of your tea as Harrison pushed your breakfast in front of you.

“So, who was the guy? Was it the guy from your date?” Harrison pressed on, watching you intently.

“Uh.. -Yeah, -Yup, that was him, -Totally.” You nodded, shoving a forkful of eggs into your mouth as Harrison eyed you suspiciously.

“Y/N, you’re my sister, and you’re an extremely horrible liar, so why don’t you tell me what the actual hell is going on.” Harrison demanded, making your face pale slightly, you didn’t even know where to begin.

You decided to ignore his question, shoving more eggs into your mouth as the doorbell rang, making you let out a sigh of relief as Harrison went to get it.

“Hey man! Come in, we’re just having breakfast and I made extra so you can join us if you’d like.” Harrison offered, as Tom walked into the house, following Harrison back to the kitchen.

You felt your stomach drop, this was going to be interesting.

“Hey Y/N.” Tom smiled, making you glare at him slightly.

“Tom and I are going to audition today, so please don’t do anything while I’m gone okay?” Harrison pleaded, as you responded with a slight nod.

You glanced over at Tom, who was sipping his coffee he had just made, two can play this game.

You got a forkful of your eggs, slowly placing them into your mouth, before pulling the fork out slowly. You knew Tom was watching, you could see it out of the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you saw him clench his jaw.

“So, Harrison, how do you feel about auditioning? I know you do a lot of short films but this is your first real big movie audition.” Tom grinned, high fiving his best friend as Harrison rolled his eyes, laughing.

“I mean I’m nervous as hell, but I think it’ll be alright.” You watched your brother shrug, taking a bite of his food, as Tom sat down next to you.

“What about you Y/N? How do you feel about Harrison auditioning?” Tom questioned, looking over at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You bit your tongue, before looking at your brother who actually looked interested in what you had to say.

“Honestly, Tom,” You said his name sarcastically, making him chuckle, “I’m really happy for Haz, as much as we argue and bicker all the time it’s nice to see him passionate and happy about something.” You answered honestly, watching a smile form on your brothers lips.

“That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me.” Harrison smiled, making you smile back at him, it was true, you were deeply happy for him.

“Shit, I have to go get ready, our audition is in twenty minutes, I’ll be right back.” Harrison stood up from his chair quickly before disappearing up stairs, leaving you alone with Tom.

“You like to push my buttons don’t you?” Tom shook his head at you, making you laugh quietly.

“Oh I’m sorry, did me eating eggs turn you on? Poor wittle Tommy.” You puckered your bottom lip, faking a tear falling down your face as Tom glared at you.

“Do you think it’s okay to tease me when your brother is around?” Tom growled quietly, causing chills to go up your spine.

“I think I can do what I want, when I want, to whoever, I want.” You smirked, as you watched Tom visibly stiffen, before sitting down on a stool next to you.

You felt his hand rest on your thigh, making you choke on your eggs a bit, you weren’t expecting that, at all.

“If you’re going to tease me, then I’m sure as hell going to tease you too darling.” Tom smirked, watching you squirm at his touch, even more when Harrison came back into the kitchen.

“Did I miss anything?” Harrison questioned, looking between the two of you, he could sense something had happened.

“Nope, just waiting on you man.” Tom shrugged, before glancing at you as you were trying to fight his hand off your leg.

“Y/N, maybe while we’re gone you should shower, you’re sweaty as hell.” Harrison groaned, grabbing his keys and script before heading for the door, Tom followed behind, but not before pressing his back against yours.

“When we get back, you’re so going to get it darling.” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver at his words.

The sexual tension between the two of you was unbearable, how your brother didn’t see that was beyond you.

Once you heard them leave you sprinted to take a shower, Harrison was right, you were sweaty, thanks to Tom and his fucking hands, sometimes you hated him for that reason.

The entire time they were gone you actually were productive, you cleaned your room, did your homework, which you probably did wrong, but it’s the effort that counts right?

You were sitting at your desk typing a paper when you heard talking from downstairs, it had been a few hours since they had left.

“Y/N, we’re back!” Harrison shouted, as you shouted an ’okay!’ back, as you finished up your paper.

You walked downstairs, seeing both of them outside at the pool, drinking some beers, you felt this was the perfect time to get back at him.

You walked outside, quietly approaching behind Tom before running your hands up his back, making him freeze at your touch.

“Hey guys, how was auditions?” You smiled, walking in front of them, seeing your brothers happy smile and Tom’s intense glare at you.

“They went great I believe, I think I really have a chance.” Harrison smiled excitedly, as you gave a thumbs up, before looking at Tom.

“What about you Holland?” You smirked, watching him struggle with his words.

“I think I did alright.” He huffed, before going to sit down somewhere far away from you.

You gave a shrug to Harrison, before wandering back inside, like you said before, two can play this game.

Day soon turned to night, and you were laying in your room, watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn when you heard your window open.

“Well hello stranger.” You teased, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth as you watched Tom take his jacket off.

“You truly like to test me don’t you Y/N?” He chuckled darkly, making your eyes widen slightly.

You gave a small shrug, watching as he approached you slowly, making you freeze in your current position.

Sooner or later you both were in a heated makeout session, forget the movie, this was way better.

“W-We need to b-be quiet, H-Haz can h-hear..” You mumbled in-between kisses, but at this point Tom didn’t even care anymore.

“Let him hear.” He growled out, as you combed your fingers through his hair, things getting even more heated than before.

You both were so into the moment and each other you didn’t even hear the door open, revealing one shocked Harrison.

“-OKAY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?” Harrison yelled, startling the both of you as you both scooted away from each other.

“-WHAT THE FUCK MAN, THAT’S MY SISTER?” Harrison shouted, glaring at his best friend before looking at you, furry in his eyes.

“-AND YOU, HOW COULD YOU HOOK UP WITH MY BEST FRIEND, OF ALL PEOPLE Y/N!” Harrison screamed, making you shut your eyes tightly, this wasn’t how he was supposed to find out.

“Harrison, buddy, calm down, we can explain.” Tom spoke carefully, seeing that his best friend was a raging ball of furry.

Harrison took a deep breath, his eyes shut tightly.

“What is there to explain Tom? You fucked my sister, and you both were hiding this behind my back!” Harrison shouted, making you cover your face, your eyes getting watery.

“Haz, please! You have to understand, we didn’t want to tell you because of this reason.” You cried out, making him shake his head and laugh.

“Y/N, I have every right to be the way I am right now.” Harrison glared, looking between the two of you.

“No, no you don’t, you may be my brother, but I can date who I want, and I,” You paused, looking over at Tom who was watching you intently.

“I-I love him Haz.” You smiled slightly at Tom who’s face lit up, a smile forming on his lips.

“W-What?” Harrison stuttered, looking at you in shock, there was only one other time you had said you loved someone other than him, and it was your first real boyfriend that broke your heart.

“He makes me so happy Haz, I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” You admitted, watching your brothers face soften.

“He really does mean a lot to you doesn’t he?” Harrison spoke calmly, looking at how you were looking at Tom.

“He really does.” You smiled shyly, watching Tom grin and rub his thumb on your cheek gently.

You all sat there quietly before Harrison let out a sigh.

“Alright fine, you two can date, just be careful okay?” Harrison pinched the bridge of his nose, as you squealed with happiness.

“-BUT,” He interrupted, pointing a finger at Tom who’s eyes widened, “If you do anything to hurt my baby sister I will end you, got it? I don’t care if you’re my best friend or not.” Harrison glared, as Tom nodded rapidly, holding his hands up in surrender.

Harrison gave one more approving nod before leaving your room, you felt your heart beating out of your chest, that wasn’t what you were expecting to happen that night.

But as the night went on, you snuggled against his chest as he played with your hair as you both watched whatever movie was on TV, you finally felt at home, and it didn’t occur to you till now that Tom was your home, he always had been.

You felt him kiss your head, mumbling something into your hair.

“And for the record, I love you too.”