#my dad sent me a pic of her like .... passed out on the sofa this morning like nearly sliding off onto the floor bc of her using 🙃

[larentslovechaos]

ok i think i'm for real ready to live on my own now

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

Stop teasing me boy!!

SUMMARY: While sitting in a boring class you didn't expect Jungkook would send you thirst trap, the pic makes you concisely wet and he is there to help you out.

PAIRINGS: Professor kook X student reader.

WORD COUNT:1.6K

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex oral (f, m), Jungkook calls her sweet names JAGI🥺❤️ he makes a sex tape, READER LOVES HIS SEXY BACK aftercare. ALSO, THEY TAKE A STEP AHEAD YAYYY!!! JK is a cat dad 😔🥰, As always Jungkook smokes be aware , also this is kind of second part fir stop teasing me girl part 1 😊

A/N: Thank you so much for the love I received for pt.1 , And with Jungkook posting this it was so stop teasing me girl coded I knew I had to write something about it, ALSO a big thankyou to @delusionisaplace for the smut prompts. I hope you all would like it please like reblog and comment your feedback means a lot to me 🥰🥰

You were sitting on the last bench as usual, when your phone chimes with a small ting , you opened to see jungkook had texted you .

Kook❤️: Hey baby, you busy ?

You looked around yourself shielding your phone with books, the teacher continued teaching.

Y/n❤️🥰: Yes Mr.jeon , why?

You see the three dots appearing but instead of a text you nearly choke seeing the picture , off-course you have seen him naked and his back is so sexy but you didn’t expect this to see this while your in your class.

Kook❤️: sent a photo

The students looked a bit concerned asking you if your okay while you waved them telling them your fine . Your pussy twitched making you get wet by passing seconds .

Kook❤️: how is it y/n?

Y/n❤️🥰: at least tell me you were gonna send this pic I am in the class right now , and to answer your question you look pretty hot , makes me wanna leave marks all over your back😏

Kook❤️: yeah, baby want to leave marks all over my back? Also, I thought you won’t be in an ongoing class baby shouldn’t I punish you for bad girl using her phone in an ongoing class?

Y/n 🥰❤️: Our history teacher is talking about his personal story, and I’m not even interested. And also, you should punish me Professor 😌

Kook❤️: Is my punishment a damn pleasure for you yeah Jagi? meet me when this class gets over, I’ll be home, I’ll finish up my workout in few.

Y/n🥰❤️: yes I’ll text you when I come home . Bye !

Afternoon

You texted him while leaving from the class soon taking a bus home. Unlocking the door, you were greeted with Maple his cat pawing at your legs purring as if she is telling you to take her in arms. “Hey maple, how are you baby?” Softly meowing telling you she is fine that’s what you think she is telling.

“Hey y/n, want to have something?” Jungkook came dressed in his grey sweatpants taking maple from your arms letting you keep your bag on the sofa.

“ No it’s fine kook I had my lunch” you said waking to them while maple jumped out from his arms going back in her cat kennel. Washing his hands Jungkook passes you some strawberries telling you he had brought them while he was on his way back home “Have some baby” plopping one in his mouth, taking the strawberry bowl from his hand and placing it on table you straddled his lap passing your fingers through his hair you said, “I guess someone was going to punish me for being bad girl?” You asked softly pecking his cheeks “yeah I was going to but then I guess I would have done the same” Jungkook takes your hand in his softly pecking them, Jungkook's lips found yours when you both went in for the kiss softly moaning when his tongue sucks yours "mph kook" giggling you purposefully let your tongue out while Jungkook chuckled at the mess of both of yours saliva mixing , still continuing to suck your tongue and lips he spoke in between. “let’s take it to the bedroom yeah?” Picking you up you gasped giggling, kissing him the lips he made his way to his bedroom.

Jungkook gently made you sit on the bed; your cloths soon joined the floor moaning when Jungkook teasingly bit your nipple and chuckling when he saw you instantly react “Baby’s sensitive isn’t she?” Sucking on them instantly to soothe the pain “please Jungkook need you” you said moaning when he was near you clothed core, resting his head on your thighs he was knelled down on the floor “begging already?” Teasing you soft kisses on thighs “pretty please you look so hot want to have your fingers and mouth here” you took his hands and guided towards your core slowly hissing when his long fingers come in contact to your clothed heat “yeah I can see Jagi I bet your so wet would slide in won’t I?” He teased you knowing damn well. “Lay down, will you?”.

Laying down on the bed your head rested on his soft pillows which smelt just like his shampoos. Jungkook removed your panties kissing your clit and occasionally biting it your hands were now in his hair pushing his head down against your core you whimpered his name. “Fuck kook so good”, “yeah baby tell me more” his mouth made sucking noises “does this feel good Jagi?” He asks now inserting his fingers you nodded “Words y/n or I’m stopping” he said slowing his speed. ” Want it fast Jungkook I’m going to come, keep doing that feels good” Jungkook fastened his thrusts, you moaned loudly “Right here baby? Found it” he said “Cum for me baby” while you soon came on his fingers.

"Aw, you're out of breath. Was that too fast, baby?" Jungkook removed his fingers from your heat soon sucking and moaning “fuck you taste so fucking sweet” he groaned “ Take of your cloths kook want to have you now” you said slowly getting up slightly just so you could lower his sweatpants helping him his cloths join on the floor with your , you took his cock in your mouth kissing the tip "You make me so fucking hard, baby. "He rasped pushing your head down so you could take him better while you palmed him you made sure to give some attention to his balls kissing them and massaging him on his taint making grab your hair telling to make him feel good "Is there anything you can't do with that tongue of yours? Looks so fucking hot when you do that.”

Soon Cumming on your hands and face you cleaned him up.

"You look good with my cum all over your face." He laughed and told you to be at the edge of the bed “Y/n is it fine if I take a video while fucking you OfCourse I won’t take your face” he asked slightly unsure “yeah kook no problem send me too yeah?” You said already laying down on your back while Jungkook got his phone in his , teasing his cock on your cunt he thrusted in letting you adjust to his size "Feel free to tell me to stop if it's too much. "His body was all over yours when while your hands supported his back and he started thrusting and recording watching in the mirror in front his bed , his moans raising when you cleaned around him "God, you feel so fuckin good." His moans raised in volume "Wrap your legs around my waist. "Jungkook threw his phone on the bed raising from his earlier position "Such a good little pup, aren't you? "His thrusts now becoming more powerful “Faster—ah shit—harder…” you said moaning the thrusts making you unable to speak, your nails clawing on his broad shoulder while he groaned “uh…keep going, you like marking me yeah baby?” He said rasping "Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough. "You said grabbing his face and kissing him “ yeah fuck Jungkook” his lower body now rubbing against your clit “ your going to make me squirt Jungkook” you warned him “ go ahead baby make a mess can feel you coming” Both of you chased your orgasm soon Cumming while you squirted all over his cock and making a mess “ Fuck I’m sorry kook I didn’t mean I’ll change them up” you panicked “hey calm down you did nothing wrong Jagi , it looked so hot when you did it” he said slowly removing himself smudging his cum all over your pussy “ Stay like this baby want to take a picture of you” he took his phone from the side clicking few pictures while you posed for them . Jungkook then kissed your cheeks and got from the bed and got a wet towel to clean you both up, “I’ll bring you something to drink, should I bring maple in? I’ve ran a bath” humming you got up thanking him.

Washing up Jungkook had changed up the sheet's maple was now lying on the end on his bed meowing when you come in her site “Hey pretty girl” you said petting her head and kissing her soon getting changed in your cloths.

“ I’ve bought some tea for you it’s almost evening” Jungkook said looking at you from balcony while he had his cigarette in his hands “ Thanks Jungkook” drinking it and Jungkook soon came inside while watching tv Jungkook suddenly asked you something which made you nervous “ y/n I think I like you I know we agreed on not having any relationship except sex but I feel like we could be more , I know it will risk both of us but think about it?” He said slightly nervous about your answer “I think I like you too Jungkook your always so good to me I’ve had feelings too, but I was just so scared, I know it will risk us but yeah we can give a try” you said hugging him and smiling “So what now am I your girlfriend now?” You asked “yeah baby shall I ask you properly” he asked laughing “ yes Jungkook” you said smiling “ y/n will you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked “hell yeah” laughing you both kissed each other and hugged while maple made her way to both of you pawing at your sweater as if she wanted to be included chuckling you took her in your arms kissing her “I’m lucky to have you both in my life baby” Jungkook said clicking few photos of you and maple.

[cobaincreates]

the fuck is a touron?

warnings: language, smut (wrap it you’re smart), 18+

count: 7k+

hehehehehe ;)

part two!

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“i was one hundred percent trying to teach him a lesson, but he’s too stupid to realize that you’re not supposed to lend one of my t-shirts to a random girl. god, he’s so dumb.” liza shook her head in frustration, her thumb absentmindedly scrolling along her phone screen.

“didn’t you guys used to be friends?” you asked, picturing the girl in mind. you could’ve sworn you’d seen liza with her at some point.

liza made a noise and bit her lip. “maybe he’s just trying to get back at me for something. i can’t think of anything i did though.”

“maybe they’re just messing with you. you know, because you did sleep with both of them.” liza made another dismissing noise. you took a sip from a glass she had given you from her kitchen. it was just beyond the doors behind you from where you sat on her massive deck.

you had taken it upon yourself to visit your friend before the last few weeks of summer ended. you’d see her back at school anyways, but she had asked you several times to make the trip out to see her. you’d been enjoying the ocean breeze and the hospitality of liza and her dad. it had only been a few days since you arrived; you hardly thought about leaving.

so far you had been biking around with liza through small sections of her neighborhood. she pointed out a few of her favorite spots, mostly trying to pass the days with you here, but also to make you feel welcome. she had taken you shopping off the island today, which resulted in a thousand more steps recorded on your phone and a new bathing suit to wear. you had also found a little lighthouse souvenir figure that you planned to put somewhere in your room once you got back home. you had dinner at a restaurant that liza said was one of her favorites, then you took the ferry back at sunset and now here you were, sharing a whole box of wine.

you snuggled further into your sweatshirt and pulled a pillow onto your lap. you stared out at the ocean in liza’s backyard and imagined how insane it was that she lived right on the beach. a small fire sat in front of you, warming your legs. liza put her phone down and took a large sip of her wine.

“anyone cute here? think i’d be into some east coast beach boy.” you mentioned, squinting your eyes playfully as you looked over at her.

she shrugged with her head on the back of the couch. “i mean there’s a few i went to school with, but you don’t want to mess with them.”

“how come?”

“they’re practically heartless. they’d totally leave you in the dirt.” she said. “well, sand.”

you snorted. “are you speaking from experience? because if so, i’m more than willing to get into a fight in your honor.”

“shut up.” she laughed. “you don’t want anyone from here, trust me.”

“no, trust me when i tell you that i do. i haven’t gotten laid in months and i’m crawling out of my skin.” you admitted as much as you didn’t want to. it had been a simple thought before getting on the plane to visit and you didn’t think you’d bring it up, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. even while shopping you were mostly on the prowl. they should’ve had a store to buy a one-night stand. you were on vacation, you deserved to indulge.

“i have so much pent-up frustration. i need someone to sex me right now.” you continued, drinking the rest of the wine just to add to your tipsy rambling.

“jesus.” liza stared at you.

“i don’t want to tell you this but i was literally fantasizing about your dad earlier.”

“ew!”

“i’m sorry!” you laughed. “i mean, he’s single so it’s fair game.”

“absolutely not!” she looked at you like you were crazy, and you couldn’t stop laughing as she got up to get more wine, taking your glass too.

back home, there wasn’t anybody you wanted to sleep with. you didn’t really make any friends in high school that you kept into college and it was hard when most of your friends lived in different states. sure, there were apps for hookups and for you to meet new people around you, but you had a thing about technology tracking that made your skin crawl.

liza came back less disgusted with you, handing you your glass. you sipped on it and stared at the fire, not feeling tired in the slightest from how much you walked. beside you, liza picked up her phone again and scrolled, tapped.

“i don’t know why i’m doing this, but there is someone i might be able to set you up with.” she said minutes later.

you perked up with optimism and shifted on the couch. “mhm, give me more.”

“his name’s topper.” she said, her phone illuminating her face with a white light.

“you’re kidding.” you deadpanned, your eyebrows furrowing. you figured she was joking, slipping in a harmless pun.

“i’m not.” she bit her lips together, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

“what kind of name is that?”

“could not tell you, but he’s super chill and i’m pretty sure he’s newly single.” she said, tapping a few times on her phone’s screen. “he was dating someone from his college for months, but i think they broke up since he doesn’t post pictures with her anymore.”

“i just want to fuck him. what does he look like?”

liza tapped a few more times before shining her phone at you. you squinted from the brightness before your eyes adjusted, took in the photo she was showing you. he was in front of a sunset and you could faintly pick out the dirty blonde locks. liza picked a different one that gave you a better view of him.

you let out a delighted hum, smiling slightly. “he looks like an asshole, but fun.”

“i have his number,” she said, turning the phone back to herself. you leaned your side into the couch, readjusting to keep the warmth. the fire cracked as one of the logs shifted.

“text him.” you prompted liza and scooted closer to her to watch her type on her phone. she found his contact and moved her thumbs along the screen.

hey so weird question but would u be interested in hooking up w/ my friend?

the friend in question is not me i swear

“smooth,” you said as she sent the texts.

“i can’t believe i’m helping you with this.” she locked her phone and dropped it into her lap. you shrugged and sipped from the glass, staring into the fire.

you slipped into a regular conversation with liza while she waited for a text. you weren’t giddy for a reply or asking her to check every ten seconds. it didn’t really matter that much to you if you didn’t hookup with anyone or not, you just thought you’d put it out there.

liza had you cracking up, bent over the couch and nearly falling to the floor when her father came outside onto the porch. you settled as you looked up at him, listening to him ask you both if you were doing okay and needed anything. liza was quick to shut his offer down when you gave her a look, jokingly wiggling your eyebrows at her. her dad noticed, looking between you two as you belted out laughing again, this time landing on the wooden deck. liza tried to keep her laughter in, telling her dad that you were fine and that you both were just a little drunk. he nodded and left you two alone.

“god, you suck.” she said once he was out of earshot.

you were now crying from laughter as you sat up. you wiped your eyes and climbed up onto the sofa, taking your glass from the floor. “i’m glad you invited me,” you giggled as you pulled the pillow back onto your lap. you both continued to shake with the aftershock of amusement.

“he texted me.” liza said suddenly as her phone was back in her hands.

“and?” you asked, leaning your side against the cushions. you propped your elbow on top of them and held your head against your hand.

“all he said was ‘pic’.”

“send him one.”

“okay.” she said and turned toward you, opening her camera on her phone.

“should i pose? how does my hair look?” you asked, brushing the back of it just in case it had gotten messy from falling to the floor.

“do something before i send a blurry one.” liza commanded.

you put your hand back against the side of your face and smiled lightly. liza took the photo without the flash, the fire bright enough. she set her phone down again and hit send as you watched her thumb. you watched her screen for a second then looked away, tilting the glass against your lips.

“he said ‘give her my number’.”

“fuck yes.” you said. you reached behind you for your phone, feeling around for a couple seconds before finding it. “okay, what is it?”

liza read his number aloud as you typed it in. you opened your camera and took a selfie, holding the wine glass to your lips and crossing your eyes. you typed, hiii, and hit send.

after having not touched your phone in the past few hours, you moved out of the conversation with him and replied back to a few of your friends. it wasn’t long before he texted back. you opened the message to find a photo sent back to you, tapping on it with an intrigued smile. he took his own selfie, balancing a beer bottle on his head with his own fire lighting up his face in an orange glow. you saw someone’s back behind him, your eyes trailing down to the drawstrings against his chest at the bottom of the photo.

impressive, you sent.

what’s your name?

y/n! what kind of name is topper?

rich people

thought so, you joked. are you sporting salmon shorts and sperry’s with that sweatshirt?

liza was in her own world as you texted topper. you glanced at her, finding her glass propped on her chest so she could slowly sip it. she was texting like a speed racer.

you looked back down at topper’s new message and laughed.

gray sweats and sandals

socks?

no

thank god

you watched the bubbles pop up almost immediately. they disappeared with no message then came back.

liza said u wanted to hook up?

you weren’t sure what to say back. your thumbs floated above your screen for several seconds before you decided just to be honest with him. what’s the worst that could happen?

long story short i’m needy & haven’t been laid in a while

you down?

sure when’s good for you?

“i’m going to get some ice cream.” liza said as she moved off the couch, throwing her phone down on the cushions. “you want any?”

“sure.” you said before typing.

think we’re going to the beach tomorrow so how about sometime in the afternoon? i’ll text you

sounds good, looking forward to it

“oh my god.” you said loudly, dropping your phone.

“what?” liza called from the open door. you could hear her clinking around the kitchen.

“he just sent an eggplant emoji.”

suddenly the clinking of dishes was drowned out as she laughed louder than before. you covered your face and laughed too.

—

the next morning you woke up already feeling too warm. you winced as you felt the heat radiating through your body and you peeled your eyes open. you were still on the couch outside and the sun was happily beating down on the deck. you moaned and pulled a pillow over your head. you remembered that you had finished the boxed wine with liza last night along with ice cream and decided to just sleep outside. with the alcohol and walking, your legs were not prepared to function that late at night.

you lay there for a few minutes until liza’s foot appeared and knocked right into your nose. you flinched and held it as it throbbed, sitting up to throw the pillow at her.

she jerked awake and grimaced at you and the sun. “what?”

“you just kicked me.” you said nasally. you sniffed and checked your nose as it continued to pulse. liza yawned, stretching and sitting up to look around like she forgot where she was.

“today’s going to be a good beach day if it’s this fucking hot.” she grumbled. her hair was wild atop her head, sticking out in every direction. she looked over at you as she yawned again. “breakfast and then beach?”

you nodded, your hand back in your lap as the throbbing subsided. you picked up your dirty dishes and phone and followed liza inside to eat. her dad was already cooking when you two came inside and your mouth watered at the sight of food on the counter. he provided a whole display of drinks, fruit, bread, and eggs that had you contemplating about never leaving.

liza told her dad of your plans for the day while you ate. you kept quiet as you cleared your plate, normally taking at least an hour to fully wake up in the morning. liza seemed almost too chipper in the mornings from what you witnessed. once you finished up and put your plate in the sink at liza’s dad’s request, you went to her room to fish out your new bathing suit. you changed in the bathroom and brushed your teeth along with the rest of your morning routine. you pulled on a t-shirt and shorts over your suit and tied your hair up just as liza knocked to see if you were done.

thirty minutes later, you were on your way to the beach. you held liza’s tote bag in your lap, full of snacks, waters, a speaker to connect to her phone, and towels. you were anticipating the beach, wanting to just run into the water and swim all day.

which is what you did for the next few hours. you munched on some pretzels, drank a ton of water that you had to pee several times, listened to music, and laid out in the sun. you soaked up more sunscreen than you could imagine, reapplying at least ten times. the water felt good whenever you swam to the sandbar with liza and back to the shore.

liza was on her stomach now, her hair still damp. she closed her eyes against the sun while you sat beside her and people-watched.

“when are you going to text topper?” she mumbled against her arm.

you watched an elderly couple read their respective books while sitting beside each other in folding chairs. they sat under a green umbrella, the one reading a james patterson novel with their toes poking out of the sand and the other reading a paperback of some sort with the cover twisted back and wearing a large sun hat.

“i guess i could text him now.” you said, hearing her question.

“i’ll probably head out whenever he gets here. let you two be alone.” she drawled.

you shoved at her shoulder and reached for your phone. you found topper’s conversation and typed quickly to tell him which beach you were at.

you want me to head over there?

you weren’t expecting him to text right away, but you replied back just as quickly.

yes

you put your phone back down under your shirt and lay on your stomach so you could keep an eye out for him. you looked at where the parking lot was, a large area of gravel and tall grass. people were pouring in and out of the beach, little kids in thick foam flip flops kicking up sand while older adults with mass amounts of luggage followed after them.

liza sat up, looking in the same direction and drinking from her water bottle. you flipped over onto your back and closed your eyes, listening to the crunch of sand, the distant chatter, the hush of waves.

“that’s him.” liza said beside you. you couldn’t tell how long it had been. you leaned up onto your elbows and looked behind you, seeing topper walking down the small crest in a white t-shirt and bathing suit bottoms.

“do i look okay?” you asked her as she watched him under her sunglasses. her head turned to you and you didn’t need her glasses off her face to know the look she was giving you.

“i don’t think you should be worrying about that if you’re just going to end up taking your clothes off in front of him.”

“just say yes and move on.” you said, exasperated.

liza laughed to herself and lifted her hand to wave topper over. you watched as he put his phone back into his pocket, lowering his gaze to his sandals as he walked along the sand. you pushed yourself to stand with liza, trying your best to not fix your appearance.

“hey,” liza said easily as topper came closer.

“hey, how’s it going?”

“good. this is y/n, as you already know.” liza gestured to you.

“hi,” you said and gave an awkward wave. it was only awkward with liza there, but you knew she’d be leaving shortly.

“hey.” he said and slipped his hands into his pockets.

it made you smile when you saw his eyes traveling over you for a split second. liza saw it too. you let your own eyes wander as liza said something; you weren’t paying attention to listen. 

“well, i’m going to head out.” liza said as she bent to roll up her towel. you crossed your arms loosely as you watched her. she picked up her bag and turned to you. “let me know if you need me to pick you up.”

you gave her a nod and watched her take a few steps. she turned slightly to point at topper. “be nice to her.” she warned, making you laugh like she was a parent trying to threaten a boy.

once she was out of sight, you sat down on half of the towel so topper could have the other side. he followed you, propping his legs in front of him as you stretched yours out.

“so, are you just here for the weekend?” topper asked after a few moments. you were trying not to let it become awkward, but he had beaten you to it.

“until next saturday.” you said, glancing at him as you leaned back on your hands. you could feel a shell under your palm, so you moved it to a different spot. “liza wanted me to visit before we go back to school.”

topper nodded, his elbows atop his knees. he glanced at a beach ball rolling by, a little kid chasing after it. “are you guys close?”

“you could say that. you went to high school together?”

“yeah, we kind of had the same friends so we hung out at the same places.”

you hummed as you looked toward the shore. you saw a couple kites over the water, their tails whipping in the wind. “it’s nice here.”

“yeah, kitty hawk is nice. i like to paddle board over at kill devil hills.” you turned your eyes to him, finding him already looking at you.

you smiled lightly and squinted at him. “i’ve never been paddle boarding.”

“really? it’s fun. what about surfing?”

“i tried, but i split my lip. i’m sure if i tried again i’d get the hang of it.”

topper nodded with an identical smile, looking at you a little longer. ten seconds later, your heart lurched as topper reached back and took his shirt off. you glanced away with a slight blush, an inkling of a thought about public sex creeping into your mind. topper then stood and reached a hand to you.

“come on, come in the water with me.” he promoted. you felt your heart settle as you took his hand and he pulled you up.

you spent the next fifteen minutes in the water. you glided your hands along the surface as the waves rolled and topper talked animatedly with you. you were enjoying this part as much as you didn’t want to admit, seeing as that all you were looking for was a hookup. but he was so talkative and curious and hardly ever broke the eye contact. you played with the sand under your feet while he dunked himself under the surface then wiped a hand over his face.

when you got out and dried yourself off with liza’s towel, you wiped your face and looked over the soft fibers at topper. you held the towel out to him, dripping onto the sand. you were partially dry for now and itching under your skin. you looked away as he dried himself off but found yourself looking back as he bent over to wipe down his legs. when he stood tall again, you couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered over his glistening stomach, admiring.

“can we get out of here?” you asked.

topper nodded and handed you the towel. he took it back from you after pulling his shirt on so you could do the same. your bottoms were still wet so you left your shorts off for the time being and grabbed the rest of your things. topper fiddled with his keys, brushing the sand off them as he led you to the car lot. the gravel poked at your bare feet, some pebbles sharp enough to make you wince, but you endured it the whole way to a jeep that topper brought you to. it unlocked with a beep and before you climbed in, you put the towel over the seat and brushed your feet off, not wanting to track sand, dirt, or rocks into his shiny vehicle. it felt too high up for you, like you were sitting on the roof rather than inside it, but you closed the door gently.

—

“oh...wow.”

it kind of looked like a forty-year-old woman threw up. and it was all over the house. every room seemed overly decorated, a bunch of different script fonts with those cheesy sayings plastered everywhere. the house had high ceilings and the paint was pristine. it was very bright due to all of the windows and you wondered if there were any dark spots at all inside the house.

even topper’s room had a hint of a forty-year-old woman in it when you walked in.

“i think your mom went overboard at pottery barn.” you joked. “your dad couldn’t monitor her credit card uses?”

topper closed the door behind you as you wandered in, hands clasped gently in front of you. he tossed his keys onto a dark dresser beside the entryway and paused there at your remark.

“i don’t know my dad.” he said.

you turned then from staring at the light blue walls adorned with framed potted plant prints. “oh.” you said, your stomach aching like you’d been kicked. you knew it wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to say, no matter how you said it. normally you could get away with saying things like that, but you had to remind yourself that you didn’t know topper.

“my dad has a habit of canceling a lot of my mom’s outstanding online purchases so i just thought— i’m sorry.” you shifted on your feet, moving your hands to your sides.

topper only shrugged as you went back to scoping out the room. you tapped your thighs awkwardly as a discarded pair of socks seemed pretty interesting to you. when you looked back at topper, you relaxed since he didn’t come off as uncomfortable. you decided to just forget it and push it out of your head as you crossed your arms and reached for the hem of your shirt.

you left it somewhere on the floor before taking a few timid steps to topper. he stayed where he was against the dresser, watching you closely as you came to him. you leaned in close, bringing your hand to the back of his neck while his hands fell easily to your hips. glancing over his features quickly and landing on his mouth, you smiled softly and asked, “is this okay?”

the tension left your body as topper nodded, staring at your own mouth, before you finally gave him a kiss. another had him opening his mouth wider, and another was a little deeper. you smiled against him.

“what?” he asked, his fingertips poking at your sides, his face close.

“i can taste your toothpaste.”

topper’s cheeks tinged a light pink and he pulled you closer against his body, licking into the next kiss and surprising you. you moaned delightedly and brushed your fingers into his damp hair.

you let your hands wander down his neck, shoulders, and chest. he felt firm in all of those places and his shirt soft. you enjoyed the touch of his hands on your face, exploring a new territory, and holding you close. every cell in your body was cheering with delight, like you’d just chugged a liter of water after a sweltering day. a slight buzz started under your fingertips as a familiar tingling grew in your bathing suit bottoms. every touch had you anticipating the end result.

topper’s skin was warm and taut as you slipped a hand under his shirt and played with the waistband of his bottoms. his tongue was fighting with yours while you were fighting with yourself about whether or not to take his shirt or bottoms off first. you couldn’t decide if you wanted to get it over with or to build up to finally having him inside of you. a moan slipped out at the thought. your finger hooked between his lower stomach and his bottoms when he pulled away abruptly at your noise and reached behind him to tug the shirt off.

as it fell to the floor, his hands returned to your hips to tug you flush against him. you could slightly feel him through his bottoms, the want to stick your hand inside now greater than ever. but he had a tight grip on your hips that showed no signs of letting up.

your breath was heavy with his as he turned the both of you so you were the one pressed against the dresser now. his hips brushed into yours slowly as the edge of the dresser dug into your lower back and you let your head fall as another moan came out.

“shit.” you whispered to yourself, your eyes closing at how good it felt. something so subtle that had your knees growing weak.

topper dragged a hand up to your jaw and pulled your lips back to his as he rolled his hips, this time a little firmer. to only add to the pleasure you were feeling, his hand slipped down to your chest where he groped you gently. he massaged a few strokes as you licked at his lip, begging for entrance. he granted it while he fingers flexed over your breast. you gladly let them wander to your back where he pulled at the strings, the damp silky fabric peeling off like those fake tattoo papers you put on when you were younger.

you pushed your now bare chest against topper’s, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and rubbing the heel of your foot into his calf. he turned you around, his hands rubbing down to your ass as he moved to the bed. you crawled backwards at the same pace he crawled over you, faces still close that you could feel his breath growing heavy.

“stop teasing.” you said through clenched teeth as topper nipped at your neck and rolled his hips into yours.

“where’s the fun in that?” he smiled to himself as he skimmed his nose along your neck.

you wanted to kick him, but instead you settled for pulling him back against your lips while letting your hand rest on his shorts again. his hips seemed to sink lower to you at the feeling and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

your ears perked up at a small noise from somewhere while topper went unfazed and slipped his tongue back into your mouth. you ignored the small disruption and focused on him and your hand, now creeping your fingers along his abdomen. just as you barely got a knuckle deep into his bottoms a sliding door opened and banged. topper must’ve been so lost in where your hand was going that he still didn’t move away from you.

“did you hear that?” you pulled away.

“what?” he breathed.

a chorus of shouts and hollers came through the closed bedroom door. topper stilled and closed his eyes. “fuck,” he said before he pushed himself up and crawled away from you.

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him get a footing and leave the room. you stared at the open door, partially annoyed at the interruption and the fact that you were left; naked.

groaning, you got up and pulled on your shirt again so you could follow topper. you went down the hall and found him in what you assumed to be the living room, a large tv on one wall and a white couch placed in front of it. the sliding door you heard led out onto a large deck, where you saw a group of guys all standing. topper’s bare back was facing you as he was in the middle of talking to someone, his shoulders tense.

the moment you stepped on the threshold, your bare feet against the cool metal, all eyes were on you. the guy topper had been talking to looked over his shoulder, instant curiosity on already stimulated features. he had topper’s hand in his, his opposite on his shoulder like he was giving him a pep talk.

“who’s this?” he asked, a sick smile appearing like you’d drop down onto your knees in front of him.

you grimaced very noticeably and spoke for yourself. “someone who’s trying to get laid. who the hell are you?”

a few low whistles rang out and you sent glares to the guys behind the one you were originally looking at. topper looked at you over his shoulder and gave you an apologetic look. you were glad he didn’t ask you to leave or wait for him, because you would’ve gladly left. you were starting to feel the irritation bubble and soon you would be leaving.

“got yourself a nice touron, huh, top?” the friend said, his arm looping around topper’s shoulders as he jostled him. his eyes were blown wide and not just from surprise. you grimaced deeper. they all looked like entitled, pretentious asshats and you were starting not to want anything to do with them. liza was totally right.

“rafe, come on, just leave. i’ll text you later.” topper was saying while you seethed at the door.

“don’t be pussy-whipped, topper. just drop the bitch and come try my new stash.”

“excuse me?” you pushed yourself off the doorway and stepped onto the warm deck. topper stopped you, turning out of rafe’s arm to plant his hands on your shoulders.

“woah, woah,” topper said as you sent daggers at his friend. he just laughed cockily at you and rubbed his chin. “can i text you later?”

your eyes snapped to topper’s pensive face in front of you. “are you kidding?” his hands dropped like you singed him. “don’t even bother.”

topper opened his mouth to call after you as you turned and walked away into the house. you shook your head to yourself and muttered as if anyone was listening. you should’ve known better or you should’ve expected less than for someone to put your needs before their own, much less a total stranger.

you wanted to slam a door behind you in annoyance as you went back to topper’s room to get your shoes. you also wanted to yell in frustration when you remembered your phone was still in his truck; you had wanted zero distractions. his keys were atop his dresser and you debated for a second whether or not to take them— you’d just be getting your things and liza’s towel.

just as you snatched your shoes and bathing suit top from the floor, topper slid into the room behind you and blocked the door. “please don’t leave,” he said quickly.

“unlock your car so i can get my stuff.”

“come on, please stay. i want you to stay.” he took a step closer to you, his pleading expression prominent.

“i don’t want to be here with your shitty friends pretending that we might get along when one of them just called me a bitch for no reason.” you countered and took a step to get by him, only to be caught around the waist. he turned you gently, his expression still the same.

“they’re leaving right now, i swear.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“i swear!” he pleaded. “you can go look yourself or you can take my word for it and we can pick up where we left off.”

you held your steely glare, trying not to show that you were reconsidering. you just really wanted to get laid and the situation only added to that frustration.

instead of smacking him with a sandal, you dropped everything in a heap and attached yourself to him again. his fingers worked quickly to pull your shirt back off, running along your sides and planting themselves on your hips. you nipped at his lip, silently begging him to move faster. he seemed to have the right idea as he turned you and pushed you back to the bed. you landed softly, your legs dangling off the edge, as you watched topper stand tall in front of you. his chest grew bigger as he took a breath and bent down to push his bottoms off. you pulled your lip between your teeth, not hiding the way your eyes flickered down to catch a glimpse. your ears grew hot and your skin pricked at topper’s semi-erection, the tip of him glistening. you wondered what he tasted like.

your gaze broke as topper moved to the side of the bed, rifling through his nightstand. you took that opportunity to take your bottoms off, flicking them somewhere in the room with your foot. you flipped over onto your stomach, grinning to yourself at the full view of topper’s butt. taking a nail between your teeth, you bit it anxiously and watched as he found a condom. you couldn’t help but giggle as he looked over the packaging, reading the date. your feet kicked in the air playfully.

when topper went back to the foot of the bed, you looked over your shoulder as he rubbed himself before rolling the condom on. he combed a hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead.

“good to go?” you smiled.

he breathed in and nodded. “you want it like this?” he gestured to the way you were on your stomach.

you hummed, nodding your head, and moved a little further down the bed so your hips were at the very edge. topper’s hands fell to your thighs and he spread your knees apart, his skin ghosting against yours as he stepped closer. you took a shaky breath in as the anticipation rose higher— god, you couldn’t wait. deep down, you hoped that it didn’t suck. he had worked you up so much that you were sure you’d feel silly if it wasn’t satisfying.

you tried not to show just how desperate you were as the tip of him teased your folds. you licked your lips, biting down on the bottom one and lay flat on the mattress. his hand gripped your hip now while the other guided himself to your entrance. a high-pitched moan bubbled from your chest and slipped past your lips as topper slowly moved himself inside of you. you let out a lower, satisfied moan when he was fully inside, flush against you. your feet knocked into his back as you adjusted to the size of him. topper tried to control his panting behind you, staring down at your ass and himself fully sheathed by you.

“jesus christ,” he said more so to himself, marveling at the way you fit around him. he imagined it would’ve been so much better without a condom, but this was just as good.

just as you were about to ask him to move, he pulled out of you inch by inch. it felt uncomfortable at the empty feeling, but he came back a little quicker with a low noise of his own.

topper kept a steady rhythm, his hold tight on the skin over your hips and his breath blowing across your back each time he thrusted into you. you reveled in his noises, enjoying the low grunts and the occasional moans to mix with yours and the sounds your bodies were making. his skin started to smack against yours, building as your hands tightened over the comforter. there wasn’t much conversation or dirty talk, which you didn’t mind at the moment since you weren’t looking to lengthen this experience out. you just wanted him to give you what you needed. so far, he was doing a pretty good job.

the bed dipped beside your shoulder as topper’s hips still moved. his body moved closer to yours, the heat from his chest seeping into the skin on your back and giving you a pleasant wave of goosebumps. you opened your eyes to find his fist planted beside you, just as his other hand gripped your shoulder. you pushed yourself up to your elbows, stretching your head backwards. topper followed your movements and bent over you, planting a wet kiss to your lips. he continued to move in you, the hand on your shoulder moving to your neck, his fingertips settling on the sides. you breathed heavily into his mouth at the new sensation as a slew of curses rang out in your mind.

topper licked into your mouth, teasing you and playing with your tongue as his fingertips pressed a little more into your skin. you moaned lowly and broke apart from him. he stayed close, reaching down to your ear and nipping at your earlobe. your mouth opened, eyes screwing shut again as you became aware that you were close to your end. maybe if he just squeezed a little more around your neck, you’d go over the edge.

“topper, i’m going to come.” you breathed, feeling your head knock into his shoulder as he still moved. just then his hips snapped forward, hitting you a little deeper, a little harder. his lips moved off your ear, his breath hitting it now. you tightened yourself around him, not knowing that it brought him even closer while you came over him. you held on to the blanket, knuckles turning white while the same thing happened behind your eyelids. your face screwed up in ecstasy as topper pumped into you deliciously, his movements eventually faltering and stopping as he found his own climax. he groaned loudly into your ear, his breath hot, his grip not too tight, and his come feeling warm even through the condom. if only you’d actually felt it.

topper let go of your neck and you lay flat again, finding your breath with a heaving chest. topper watched the side of your face through hooded eyelids as he stayed hovering over you for a moment. the heels of your feet rested against his back; your thighs no longer tight against his thighs as you relaxed now.

your eye lazily opened as the air in the room met your back, topper moving away from you. you could see him out of the corner of your eye as he carefully touched your side and pulled himself out of you. you made a small noise, almost one of disappointment that he didn’t stay there longer. he disappeared from your sight and your legs promptly closed, your feet still in the air even though you ached from staying like that for a while.

when topper came back, condom gone and thrown away and holding a washcloth, he tapped your lower back. you pushed yourself up slowly, wincing at tired joints and muscles, and thanked him before finding your way to the bathroom. you cleaned yourself up inside, peeing quickly and washing your hands. topper was stepping into his shorts when you came back.

“the fuck is a touron?” you asked as you reached for your bathing suit bottoms almost under his dresser.

topper laughed behind you. “it’s a tourist.”

you made a face and pulled your bathing suit top over your head, tying it in the back. “east coast people are weird.”

topper smiled to himself, glancing at you as you pulled your t-shirt on. he was dressed and ready to go when you were, grabbing his keys and letting you lead the way.

once he pulled into liza’s ridiculously long driveway, you thanked him and jumped out, not wanting to make it awkward. liza was in her kitchen when you walked in, hair a little messy but dry.

she looked up at you from cutting some fruit. a curious smile came onto her lips. her eyebrows rose. “how was it?”

you lifted yourself into one of the chairs at the island counter and reached over for a small piece. “i don’t like his friends so i can see why you warned me but i’m letting it go.” you said, popping the fruit into your mouth.

liza blinked at you, not totally understanding but becoming uncomfortable with how chilled you were compared to the other days you’d been her guest. “wow,” she said. “you really had a whole ass iceberg of frustration, huh?”

“i told you.” you shrugged and laughed once you stared at each other for a moment.

you ate dinner that night with liza and her dad, hearing a few stories and sharing your own over wine and lobster. just after you helped clean up the dishes and the kitchen, you felt your phone vibrate in your sweatshirt pocket. pulling it out, you read texts from a number you hadn’t saved.

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Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Seven

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

a/n: shorter part tonight since last night was so long.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“Babe? Gotta package.” Harry says as he comes in from work.

“Oh I wonder if it’s my shirt for the concert!” You rush over to him and snatch it. “I got a shirt from Etsy cause I don’t really like the merch.”

Harry smiles as you open the package and you gasp with delight. You got a black short sleeve crop top that said “Blinding Lights” on it it glittery writing.

“It’s perfect! Do you like it?”

“Yeah, looks nice.” He kisses your cheek and goes to sit on the sofa with Buster.

“I’m so excited, Harry. I still can’t believe you got fifth row seats!” You plop down next to him.

“Was thinkin’ we could go in and eat at Beer Works beforehand, would you like that?”

“Yeah! Love it there. Only a couple more days!” You squeal. “Do you feel like you know enough of the lyrics?”

“Yeah, babe. Think I got it.” He smiles.

“I wonder what songs he’ll do from his older albums. I hope he does Party After the After Party, that’s one of my absolute favorites.”

“I know, that’s your go to when we’re fuckin’.”

“Shut up.” You swat at him and giggle. “I like Aquainted too, and I Feel It Coming. Honestly, every song by him is a good song.”

“And you’ve really never seen him live before?”

“Never! This is the best early birthday present ever.”

“Does your family have anythin’ planned for you. I know we’re gonna be gone for a long weekend during your actual birthday…”

“No, I think our plan is to do a conjoined thing. Michael’s birthday is the weekend after mine, and my dad’s is the weekend after that. Michael’s gonna be one I can’t believe it. So we’ll just go to his birthday party. My family will call me on my birthday.”

“That’s right, I forgot about Michael’s party. Damn, this summer is just flyin’ by.”

“I know! We leave for London soon too, it’s crazy.”

“Are you sure your mum is cool with having Buster for an entire week?”

“Yeah, she loves watching him. I’m gonna miss him so much.” You pout.

“I know, he’s just too big to bring on a plane, unfortunately.”

You grab the remote and turn the TV on.

“Do you mind if I watch Glee? I feel like once I start I can’t stop.”

“Yeah, I don’t care.”

“You like it a little, don’t you?” You look at him grinning.

“It has some funny moments. Jane Lynch’s character is hilarious. It’s a little cringey though.”

“That’s Ryan Murphy for you.” You shrug.

“Plus…I’m fully invested in this will they won’t they with Rachel and Finn. I’m hooked on it.”

“God, I don’t think you’ve ever said anything sexier to me.” You kiss him and get snuggled up.

//

The night of the concert you make sure your hair looks perfect. You had really grown it out, and your waves looked great. You put your new crop top on and get to work on your makeup. Tonight was a false lash kind of night. You grab a high waisted pair of black jeans with some rips in them and put them on. You could just see the top of your naval piercing. You cuff the bottoms of your jeans and you’re very happy with how you look.

Harry had a pair of salmon pink shorts on and a black silk shirt with the first few buttons undone tucked into them. You liked that you and Harry had different fashion senses. You also loved when he wore anything to show off his tattoos a bit.

“You look so good, Harry.” You wrap your arms around him.

“So do you.” He kisses the top of your head. “Niall will be here soon to watch Buster, he just texted.”

Niall comes up with Sarah.

“Damn! Okay, out on the balcony, gotta take some cute pics before you get all sweaty at the concert.” Sarah says and you giggle.

She takes some pictures of the two of you outside. You take some nice ones and some silly ones. You kiss him on the cheek in one.

“Kiss each other, go on.”

Harry chuckles and turns to you. He tilts your chin up and kisses you.

“So cute.”

“Thanks, Sarah.” You take your phone from her.

“I’m so glad you finally got a new phone, the camera is so much better.”

“I know! I was just waiting for a good deal to upgrade.”

“You two kids have fun.” Niall smiles. “Do you want us here? I don’t mind bringin’ him across the street.”

“It’s up to you.” Harry says. “You guys can stay here if yeh want, doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, make yourselves at home.” You smile and give Buster a hug. “Thanks again for watching him.”

You and Harry head out. You decide to take the green line over towards the Garden. You walk over to Beer Works which isn’t too far away, and sit at the bar. You each do a tequila shooter and order some apps. Harry sticks with beer, and you get a hard cider.

You walk hand in hand, slightly buzzed, into the Garden. Your tickets get scanned in and you make your way to your seats.

“Harry…holy shit, look at how close we are.”

“Want me to take your picture in front of the stage?”

“Please!”

You beam at him and hand him your phone. Someone offers to take a picture of the two of you in front of the stage as well.

“We’re really going to be able to see him, oh my god.” You hug him and he chuckles.

“Want me to grab us some drinks?”

“Yeah, that would be great actually. Do you want some money, I brought-“ He looks at you.

“I’ll be back with some beers.”

You watch Harry walk away, and look back to the stage. You can’t help but squeal with excitement. Harry comes back about ten minutes later with two large beers.

“Line was already crazy.” He hands you yours.

“Thanks, babe.” You sip on it and he sits down next to you.

You both were taking advantage of the little time left you wouldn’t be on your feet. You were happy you both were smart enough to at least wear sneakers.

You and Harry go for bathroom and beer runs during the two opening acts, not really interested in their music as much. You get back in your seats just when the second opener is done. The Garden goes dark and you squeal. You both stand up and you scream along with the crowd when he comes out.

He starts off with Alone Again, and works his way through most of the After Hours album. The crowd goes nuts when he goes into Starboy. You were having a great time. You ended up standing in front of Harry so you could rock against him. You would occasionally here him sing along and it sent a shiver up your spine. You got some great pictures and videos of The Weeknd, you swore he looked right at you. He sings I Feel It Coming, and Harry wraps his arms around you tighter. Another song you two had on in the background many times. Next he goes into Earned It, Often, and Acquainted. You were losing your fucking mind. He sounded so good loud, and you were having the best time just jamming out.

“So I thought I’d talk to the crowd for a minute, we’re at that point in the show.”

The crowd roars as he addresses certain people. He calls different people out, it’s a lot of fun. He has thre lights up in the balcony so he can thank the people from farther away. He walks along the stage, calling out people closer to him. Then his eyes fall to you.

“This girl, who’s been dancing on her man all night, where’d you get that shirt?” You freeze and point to yourself. “Yes, you. That’s not official merch.” He scolds you and you laugh.

“It’s from Etsy! Get better merch!”

“Get better merch, huh?” The crowd laughs. “Well, I’m glad someone made some money, guess that’s all that matters. You having a good time?” You smile and nod your head yes. “I know you are, you’ve been grooving the whole night, we love to see it.”

He moves on to someone else and you turn to look at at Harry, your mouth agape.

“I filmed that whole thing! Look!” Harry shows you his phone.

“That was the coolest fucking thing ever!”

He does his Dirty Diana cover, and then goes into Party After the After Party. You turn around to Harry and squeal, then you turn around to watch the stage again. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at your excitement. You had been a ball of energy all night. The show ends, and he comes back out to sing The Hills.

You and Harry wait a minute or two to head out, letting the crowd disperse before fighting your way through it. You walk through the Garden, keeping your hand on the back of Harry’s shorts while he leads you through the people. You get down to the green line, and only find one seat available. He sits down and pulls you into his lap. You turn to look at him and smile.

“This was one of the greatest nights of my life. Thank you so much.”

“I’m so glad you had fun. That was one of the best concerts I’ve been to in a long time.”

“I can’t believe he actually spoke to me! That was so cool.”

Harry moves to whisper in your ear.

“I can’t wait to get you home. You were grinding your ass on me all night, it was torture.” He kisses your cheek and holds you a little tighter. You smile at him and kiss him quick.

//

Sarah was passed out, leaning on Niall’s shoulder. The two thought Buster would be more comfortable in his own home. They were watching TV when she fell asleep. Niall was half asleep when he heard the shuffle of feet and giggling from the front hall.

“Babe, I think they’re back.” He lightly nudges her.

“Hm? Okay.” She yawns.

Harry gets you through the door, and lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around him. He pushes you up against the wall and kisses on your neck. You start giggling. Your hands move to unbutton Harry’s shirt. You push it off his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor. He takes your crop top off and kisses on your chest. You had a simple black bra on.

“Bedroom.” You groan into his ear.

He gets a better grip on you and starts walking into the rest of the apartment.

“Oh my god!” Sarah says.

Harry sets you down and hugs you to his chest. You hide your face in him. He needed you to stay close to hide his raging boner.

“You two are still here?” He says embarrassed.

“Yeah, we were gonna stay until you got home! Are you both drunk?!” You turn your head slightly to look at them and nod.

“Jesus.” Niall laughs. “Glad yeh didn’t get full naked out there.”

“Okay, well, thank you both so much for watchin’ Buster, goodnight.”

“Wait, how was the concert?”

“It was good Sarah, goodnight!” You say to her.

“Alright, alright, we’re leaving.”

Niall gives harry a thumbs up before they leave.

//

“They act like they never get a chance to do it.” Sarah laughs and looks at Niall. “How come we never do that?”

“Do what?”

“You never feel the need to get my clothes off the second we walk in the door.”

“Oh, you mean like this?”

Niall lifts Sarah up over his shoulder the second they get into his apartment and she squeals.

//

“I completely forgot they’d be here.” Harry says laughing.

“Me too!” You look at each other for a second. “Are gonna stand here or?”

“Oh right.”

He lifts you back up and carries you to the bedroom. Buster stays asleep in his dog bed. Harry undoes your jeans and yanks them down your legs. You do the same with his shorts. His lips connect with yours and you moan against him as he pushes his hips to yours. He really was hard.

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and he groans. His hands dip into your panties and he drags them down your legs. He stays kneeling before you and grabs you by your ass, pulling you closer. He tugs one of your legs over one of his shoulders and he lips connect to your clit. You gasp when you feel his tongue lick up and down your folds. You tugs at his hair and he moans against you. He sucks and slurps on you and you feel like you’re going to lose your balance, but he steadies you. Just like when you feel you’re gonna come he stands up.

“Sorry.” He smirks. “My knees just hurt.”

“Thought you were trying to tease me.” You pout.

“Not tonight, angel.”

His hands move around you to unclasp your bra and it falls to the floor. He moves you over to the bed and he hovers over you. He kisses down your neck and chest, and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. You reach for him and pump him slowly. He twists your piercing between his teeth while he kneads your other breast.

“Harry.” You groan. “Want you inside me, please.”

“Want you on top.”

He kisses you and sits up against the headboard. You swing a leg over him and line yourself up to sink down on him.

“Fuck.” You breathe out.

You swivel your hips and grind against him. Harry wraps his arms around you and thrusts up. You move in a rhythm together and it feels amazing. You tug at his hair and kiss him, tongues gliding along each other. Your head rolls back when he starts to rub your clit. His other hand slides up to your throat. You make eye-contact with him.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, go for it.” You smile, and he tightens his grip around you.

He moves his other hand faster on you as both continue in sync. You start panting, and love the way Harry’s large hand grips your throat. Harry looks at you, loving the way you’re just losing yourself.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He grunts.

You feel your stomach tighten and you clench around him.

“Fuck!” He moans as you both release at the same time. He thrusts up hard one more time as you gasp.

He loosens his grip on you, and you rest your head against his chest.

“You forgot to take your rings off.” You say, looking up at him.

“Oh, baby.” He smirks and moves some hair out of your face. “I didn’t forget.” He lightly grazes his fingers over the forming bruises on your neck. “I like the way you can kind make out my initials on you.” You involuntarily tighten around him. “And I see you don’t really mind it either.”

“I feel like I should…but I’ve always liked when you leave marks on me.” You smile. “It’ll fade, it’s fine.”

He kisses you, and you both sit there making out while he’s still inside you. You roll down on him and his cock twitches. His hands move to your hips and he rocks you back and forth on him.

“Harry, will you fuck me from behind?” You say against his lips.

“Always.” He smiles.

You giggle and get off of him to lay on your stomach. He grabs ahold of you to slide in, he gets fully on top of you how you like so his chest is flush with your back. You moan as he rocks in and out of you.

“God, you’re like balls deep, it feel so good.” You grab at the pillow under you.

Harry hooks an arm under you to grab one of your breasts, his other hand pressing into your hip. You press your ass against him as he moves around in a circle.

“Fuck, Harry.”

“Yeh like when we fuck like this?” He says into your ear.

“Yes.”

“M’not crushin’ yeh?”

“Not at all.” You moan again when he thrusts deep into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again, oh god, right there, keep doing that.”

Harry keeps thrusting in and hitting your g-spot. You scream into your pillow and back your ass up right into him. His release comes shortly after. He lays on top of you for a few minutes before getting up. You get up to use the bathroom after he does.

You face each other as you lay in bed. Harry rubs your back and smiles at you.

“This was the perfect night, Harry.”

“Even when we almost got naked in front of our friends?”

“Especially when that happened.” You giggle. “No, but seriously. I love making these memories with you. I’ll never forget this.”

He pulls you in closer to him and rests his chin on the top of your head. You end up falling asleep like this. Ten months ago you never thought you’d be where you are right now. Being held by the person you loved most in the world, and him loving you right back.

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Nurse Valentine

For @memorieswarm

“Nana! We’re getting a dog!” Seb announced as he ran into Sarah’s house, followed by his father.

“I said maybe.” Robert sighed. “And that we’ll talk about it again nearer to your birthday.”

“We’re getting a dog.” Seb grinned. “We’ll have two dogs.”

“Two?” Sarah asked. “Did you promise him two dogs?” she looked at Robert.

“I didn’t promise him anything. He just- ”

“Dad’s boyfriend has a dog. A really big one but he’s really friendly. So when he comes to live with us, he can bring his dog and we’ll have two dogs.” Seb interrupted.

Sarah frowned.

“I think I missed a few steps here….”

“Yeah so have I.” Robert turned to Seb. “You know Aaron and I haven’t been seeing each other that long yet, right? Him possibly moving in with us is a long, long way away.”

“But you love him don’t you? People in love get married and live together, right? Just like aunt Vic and uncle Ellis. So why don’t you want him to live with us?”

“I uh… well… uh.. I… it’s uh..”

“Why don’t you go watch some tv in the living room, sweetheart?” Sarah suggested. “Let me have a chat with your dad. Go on, off you go.”

Seb pouted but did as he was told.

“So, care to fill me in on what I’ve missed?” Sarah said when the boy was out of earshot.

“We ran into Aaron in town earlier.” Robert told her. “The good news is that Seb likes him, maybe as much as I do.” A small smile formed on his face. “And I think Aaron liked him too.”

Sarah nodded.

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Yeah it is. I mean… I’d wanted them to meet properly sometime, not in the middle of the high street between HMV and McDonalds… but I suppose this takes the pressure off of everything.”

“So how does the dog talk fit into all of this?”

“You know he’s been asking for a dog for ages.” Robert started. “And Aaron has a German Shepherd named Clyde. That he had with him when we saw him in town. And Seb fell in love with him. He barely noticed Aaron after he told him he could pet Clyde.”

“Well that’s one less thing to worry about then, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… but now he’s convinced Aaron will move in with us soon and bring Clyde with him. We’ve only been seeing each other for about 6 months!” Robert ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I haven’t even told him I love him yet…”

“But you do?” Sarah asked and Robert bit his lip to stop himself from smiling and nodded slightly.

“I’m just hoping he says it back.”

Sarah smiled.

“I’m sure he will.”

“I want to tell him on Valentines. Make it special so he’ll always remember it.” Robert said and gave his mother a nervous smile.

“I’m sure he’ll always remember it no matter what, love. I still remember the first time your dad told me he loved me.”

“Still… I booked a table for us at that new restaurant that opened near the park. It’s supposed to be really romantic.”

“I’ve heard of it.” Sarah said. “Paul wanted to take me there for valentines day too.”

Robert’s face fell.

“You have plans on Valentines?”

Sarah shook her head.

“Had. His schedule changed. He has to work.”

“So you’re free to pick Seb up from school on Friday? And have him over for a sleepover?” Robert asked hopeful.

“Of course. You know I love having him over.”

“Seb, come here for a sec.” Robert called out and Seb came wandering back into the kitchen. “Are you ok with having a sleepover at nana’s next weekend?”

Seb took a minute to consider his dad’s offer.

“Can we have chips for tea?”

“I think we can arrange that.” Sarah promised. “Maybe I’ll even throw in some ice cream too.”

“Chocolate?”

“Obviously.”

—

The next few days Robert felt like a teenager waiting for a date with his first crush. He and Aaron were texting constantly and the pics he’d sent Robert of himself in a suit definitely made him a little (or a lot) hot under the collar.

And other than the one picture of Clyde Seb had asked for, none of them would ever see the light of day as far as Robert was concerned.

It was Wednesday when disaster struck. Robert had just sat down in a pub near his work, joining Aaron for a lunch date, when his phone rang.

“It’s Seb’s school. I have to take this.” He said apologetically.

“Of course. Don’t worry, it’s fine. I can wait.” Aaron replied, taking a sip of his drink as he watched Robert walk away.

“Hello?” Robert answered his phone.

“Hi, is this Robert Sugden? Sebastian’s father?” a female voice said.

“Yes, that’s me. Is everything alright?”

“I’m afraid not. Sebastian has a temperature and keeps complaining of nausea. We think it’s best if he goes home.”

“What? When did that happen? He was fine this morning.”

“I don’t know… I’m just passing on the message.” The woman told him. “Are you able to come pick him up? Or send someone else to?”

“No, no, I’ll come get him myself. Tell him I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Alright, drive safely sir.” The woman said and Robert rolled his eyes at her as he ended the call. He walked back to his and Aaron’s table and the look on his face probably told Aaron all he needed to know.

“Bad news?” he asked and Robert nodded.

“I have to go… I’m sorry. Seb got sick at school and I have to go pick him up. I’m so sorry.”

“What? No don’t apologise. Is he alright?”

“I don’t know… they said he has a temperature… but he was fine this morning when I dropped him off.”

“Kids are like that.” Aaron shrugged. “Fine one minute, sick as a dog the next.” He got up from the table. “Go get him and take him home. Tell him to get well soon from me and Clyde.”

Robert gave him a soft smile and kissed him.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

Aaron grinned.

“I try. Now go. Don’t keep him waiting when he’s already feeling sick.”

“Alright, I’m going, I’m going. And just… I’m sorry for cutting our date short… I’ll make it up to you on Friday. I promise.”

“Good. I didn’t get my good suit from my mum’s for nothing.” Aaron teased and all but pushed Robert out the door and to his car. “See you Friday.” he said and closed the car door after stealing another quick kiss.

Robert drove to Seb’s school in record time and was met with a sick and miserable little boy. He took him home and let him get his duvet and pillow from his bed and watch tv from the sofa the rest of the day.

Seb fell asleep at some point in the afternoon and didn’t wake up until Robert woke him up to make him eat something. He put him to bed early and spent the rest of the night watching shit telly while texting Aaron.

By Thursday Seb’s temperature had gone down but he was still feeling miserable so Robert decided to keep him home from school and work from home himself.

They’d both had a pyjama day and even though the theme tune of Seb’s favourite show was driving Robert insane by 3PM, he enjoyed spending the day with his son like this.

And it had nothing to do with the fact he was feeling a bit worse for wear himself.

Friday morning Robert woke up aching all over. He quickly decided to go back to sleep for a few hours and let work deal with itself for the day. When he rolled over to let his boss know he wasn’t coming in, he noticed Seb had crawled into bed with him and was still fast asleep. he smiled to himself and kissed the top of his head, happy his temperature had seemed to have returned to normal.

He got comfortable and closed his eyes again, drifting back off to sleep within minutes.

The next time he woke up the sun was shining in his eyes and Seb was tugging on his arm.

“Dad… wake up. I’m hungry.”

Robert sat up and rubbed his face to clear the fog from his mind.

“Right… yeah… I’ll uh… be right there.”

“Will you make pancakes?” Seb tried and Robert’s stomach protested heavily from the thought alone.

“Not today. Ask nana to make some tomorrow.”

“Fine.” Seb sighed and left the room

Robert shivered as he threw the covers off of himself and stumbled into the bathroom. He  figured Seb must’ve turned on the heating himself because the place was like an oven.

He dug through the medicine cabinet and let out a triumphant “Yes!” when he found a forgotten packet of paracetamol and knocked two back right away.

He went downstairs and made a vitamin bomb breakfast for himself and Seb. Fresh fruit, orange juice, and no chocolate spread on toast.

Seb wasn’t very happy with his dad’s choice of breakfast and was in the middle of telling him exactly how wrong it all was when Robert’s phone rang.

Robert checked the screen and smiled. Aaron.

“Hey you.”

“Hey. I texted you but you didn’t reply and I was getting worried. Is everything ok?”

“Uh yeah… We slept in.”

“Oh is Seb still sick? We can postpone tonight if you have to stay with him.” Aaron offered.

“No, no it’s ok. He’s better but I just kept him home from school one more day. To be sure. But I’m dropping him off at my mum’s tonight and then I’ll meet you at the restaurant, ok?”

“Sure.” Aaron agreed. “There is one slight problem though.”

Robert frowned.

“Problem? What problem? Have you changed your mind?”

“You never told me where we were going.” Aaron said and laughed.

“Oh!” Robert felt his cheeks flush. “Sorry, I forgot about that. I’ll text you the address.”

“Alright. I have to go now, some prat in an Audi ran out of petrol in the middle of nowhere and needs saving.”

Robert chuckled.

“Be nice to him. He might be a stressed out prat who thought he could still make it home after he forgot to fill up his car.”

“And then offer to buy me a drink for helping him out? And kiss me while I try to get his car down from the truck?” Aaron asked, amused.

“Maybe not exactly like that.” Robert replied, thinking back to their first meeting and how he hadn’t been able to stop himself from kissing the cute mechanic.

“No you’re right. That was a once in lifetime experience.” Aaron joked. “I really have to go now, don’t forget to text me the address.”

“I won’t. I booked the table for 8. See you there?”

“I’ll be the one in a suit.” Aaron said and they ended the call.

Robert had to bite his tongue not to slip up and say goodbye with a ‘love you’.

As the day went on Robert started feeling less like he’d been run over by an 18 wheeler truck, and more like he was actually dying. He was pretty sure he had a fever and his throat felt like sandpaper, but he’d be damned if he was going to cancel on Aaron.

He knocked two more paracetamols back and a few vitamin pills he always tried to get Seb to take and jumped in the shower, hoping that would make him feel better.

The steam and hot water did clear his head a little but as soon as he stepped out of the shower, he was shivering again.

“I’ll be fine once the pills kick in.” he muttered to himself as he looked through his wardrobe to find the outfit he’d planned to wear.

Around 7.30 he dropped Seb off at Sarah’s house with his overnight bag.

“Are you feeling alright, love?” Sarah asked, after taking one look at her son.

“I’m fine.” Robert replied, ducking away from her hand as she tried to feel his forehead. “Just a bit of a cold. No big deal.”

Sarah gave him a look that said she didn’t believe a word he was saying.

“Mum, I’m fine. I have to go. Parking is a nightmare in town and I don’t want to keep Aaron waiting.” Robert said and turned to Seb. “Be good for your nan, ok? I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” He bent down and kissed the top of Seb’s head who squirmed away from him.

“Eww, you’re all sweaty.”

“That’s from chasing after you all day, trouble.” Robert teased and left.

When he got to the restaurant, Aaron wasn’t there yet and the waiter led him to their table and took his drinks order.

“Just some ice water please. I have to keep a clear head, I’m driving.”

He people watched for a few minutes until the waiter returned with his water. The place was packed and by the looks of things, only with couples.

He took a sip of his drink and tried to discretely hold the ice cold glass against his heated face. He swore he heard hissing when it touched his cheek and closed his eyes to fully take in the relief.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I took a taxi but I don’t think the guy had ever driven in this city before. He got lost and I had to show him the way.” Robert heard a familiar voice say a moment later and when he opened his eyes he saw Aaron, looking as gorgeous as ever in his suit.

“It’s ok. I just got here myself.” Robert told him and got up to greet him with a kiss.

“Are you alright?” Aaron asked after they broke the kiss. “You’re a little clammy and flushed.” He put a hand on Robert’s cheek. “And hot.”

Robert grinned.

“Yeah I know I am. You’re not so bad yourself.”

Aaron rolled his eyes good naturedly.

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m fine.” Robert insisted for yet another time that evening. “I think I caught Seb’s bug. But it’s just a bit of a cold. I took some paracetamol earlier, I’ll be fine.”

“You don’t look it…”

“Well I am. Come on, let’s just order.”

Aaron reluctantly sat down and ordered a coke.

“Don’t you want to have a drink?” Robert asked after the waiter had gone again. “I can drive.”

“With the state you’re in, I better not in case I have to drive you to A&E.”

“It’s just a cold. I’m fine.”

The waiter came back with Aaron’s drink and handed them both a menu. A menu Robert tried to subtly fan himself with.

“It’s warm here isn’t it?” He tried. “All of these people in here.”

“I don’t think it’s that warm.” Aaron replied and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh… guess it’s just me then.”

“Yeah. Must be.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes and Robert could practically feel Aaron’s eyes on him as he pretended to study the menu.

“Have you made your choice yet?” another waiter asked as he walked up to the table.

“Uh yeah I’ll have the… - “

“I’m sorry, my date is sick, we’re leaving. Can you just give me the bill for the drinks please?” Aaron interrupted.

“No, I’m fine. We’re not leaving and we’d like to order.” Robert insisted.

“Don’t be a prat Robert. You’re sick, I’m taking you home.”

The waiter looked back and forth between the two men.

“Uh…”

“Here. This should be enough.” Aaron shoved a 20 pound note in the waiter’s hand. “Keep the change.”

“Right… uh… thank you… Feel better.” He said to Robert as Aaron all but dragged him out the door and confiscated his car keys.

“Where are you parked?” He asked in a tone of voice Robert would find incredibly sexy if he wasn’t feeling so terrible.

“Round the corner… by the bank.”

Aaron drove them to Robert’s house and pushed him inside and ordered him to change into his pyjamas.

“I’ll make us something to eat. Do you have any soup?”

“Uh yeah the tinned stuff. It’s all Seb will eat when he’s sick.”

“Good. That’s about as far as my cooking skills go.” Aaron said laughingly. “Now go change, I’ll cook.”

Robert nodded and reluctantly went upstairs to change. Though the second he loosened his tie and took off his jacket he felt relieved. He looked longingly at his bed but decided against getting in.

He changed into an old jumper and joggers and went back downstairs.

Where he heard Aaron swearing and the clattering of cutlery.

“Fuck! Your microwave and toaster are conspiring against me.” He cradled his hand against his chest.

Robert smiled and sat down at the table.

“It’s ok. I’m not hungry anyway.”

“No, you have to eat. I’m cooking. You go get comfortable on the sofa and switch on the tv. Do you have a serving tray?” Aaron looked around the kitchen and started opening cabinets.

“Uh… yeah… my mum gave me one when I moved in… 5 years ago…” Robert said, resisting the urge to rest his face on the cool table top.

“I’ll find it.” Aaron insisted. “Go get comfortable. I’ll be right there with the food.”

“Alright… but please don’t burn the kitchen down… I’m not sure the insurance will cover fires started yourself.”

“Oh he’s got jokes again. You’re not sick at all.” Aaron teased. “Go on get out of my kitchen.”

“Your kitchen?”

“Tonight it is. Now go, get out.”

Robert did as he was told and moved to the sofa. Somehow Aaron’s presence made him feel better. Or maybe the paracetamol were finally starting to do their job. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

“Just for a minute.” He told himself.

Only a minute apparently turned into several minutes. Or hours.

When he woke up again, Aaron was sitting next to him on the sofa, wearing one of his t-shirts and trackies and watching tv, a blanket draped over them both.

“I fell asleep?”

Aaron looked up from the tv and smiled at him.

“Hey. Yeah. Feel better? You’ve been out for over two hours.”

Robert sat up a little.

“Two hours? You should have woken me up.”

“You looked so peaceful. I couldn’t. You needed rest.” Aaron told him. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Uh… yeah… I suppose so… but I feel bad for falling asleep on you. Some Valentine’s day this is.”

Aaron shook his head and leaned over to kiss him.

“Don’t.” Robert pulled back at the last second. “You’ll get sick too.”

“I think we’re past that already. I’ve been sitting next to you all night.” Aaron reasoned. “You can just be my nurse when I get sick.” He said and pressed a kiss to Robert’s lips anyway.

“I’m sorry…”

“For what? Getting me sick?”

“That too…” Robert sighed. “But also for ruining Valentine’s day. I wanted tonight to be special and I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.”

“Yes I did. I wanted tonight to be special…” Robert started again. “I wanted it to be special and tell you I love you. I wanted you to always remember it.” He blurted out and the smile on Aaron’s face got impossibly bigger.

“I love you too.” He kissed Robert again and brushed the slightly sweaty hair from his forehead. “And I promise you, I’ll never forget this night.”

“I just… I had it all planned…” Robert admitted. “I wanted it to be special…” He said again.

“Just being with you is special enough. I really don’t need big romantic gestures…” Aaron told him. “Save that for the proposal.”

[megalony]

All for Ellie- Part 3

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"You alright?" Leaning her head back on the sofa, (Y/n) tried to smile at Ben as he walked through from the kitchen. Stopping to stand behind the sofa so he could talk to her, one of those looks on his features that showed it wasn't anything bad but it wasn't necessarily good either.

Turning around, Ben leaned his frame onto the back of the sofa, his arms folding against the top of it before he reached his hand out towards Rosie. Smiling at the two-year-old who was sitting on (Y/n)'s lower stomach, leaning up against her mother's legs that were pulled up to accommodate their girl. Reaching out, Rosie grabbed hold of Ben's hand, giggling when (Y/n) started to tickle her sides.

"She won't get out of bed." Ben responded, giving (Y/n) a certain look as she bit her lower lip in response. Both of them knew this was going to happen.

Last night Ellie had started to be sick and when she was sick she started to get grumpy, especially if she was also tired. She hated being ill and that hurt them all because they knew she was going to have to get worse before she got better. The eight-year-old had a disrupted sleep and was still not very well now so she was refusing to leave her bed. At any other time, Ben would have gladly laid down with her and watched tv, letting her stay in bed for as long as she wanted. But Ellie had been in bed for four days now.

She had gone from being in bed at home with Danni to being in bed at home with Ben and she wasn't moving. Ben wanted her to at least try and come downstairs because she hadn't been sick hour hours now. It wasn't the best thing for her to lay motionless in an unhappy mood and he was beginning to worry what she would be like next week when they started radiotherapy. That would really make her ill and take its toll on her, Ben didn't want her to just become immobile for the next few weeks.

"I thought she was going to the scan with you?" (Y/n) responded, glancing to the clock on the wall before back to Ben. He would have to leave in about ten minutes or so to meet Danni since they were going for their first scan today.

Ellie had gone to the scans when (Y/n) was pregnant with Rosie and Ben and Danni said she could come along this time too and she seemed excited about it. (Y/n) thought the little girl would be fussing around with what to wear and getting ready since she liked to be early or on time for everything. She seemed happy last night about going with them.

(Y/n) was beginning to feel conflicted about everything herself.

One moment it seemed fine, especially when Ellie was around because she reminded (Y/n) the reason why this was happening. She reminded (Y/n) that Ben still loved her and he wasn't leaving her or Rosie, this was just an awkward situation. But then at other times such as when Ben brought up the scan, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel like a balloon that was slowly deflating.

This was Ben's baby and (Y/n) understood that completely. He loved all his children and he liked to be involved with everything which was why he was going to this scan today with Danni. But thinking about it sent waves of sadness and jealousy through (Y/n) because this shouldn't be happening. Ben shouldn't be going to a scan with his ex, it should be him and her like it was with Rosie when everything was fine. (Y/n) knew it felt and sounded selfish to think in this way but she couldn't help it. Her husband was having a child with someone else- with his ex, and she was not fine with this as much as she tried to be.

"She is- she was... I don't know, she's just in a mood now." Leaning down, Ben pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s lips before straightening up and heading to the stairs to go and see Ellie. If she had decided she was still going she needed to get up and get dressed now so they would be on time.

Slowly walking into the light grey-bluey coloured room, Ben tilted his head to the side as he tried not to sigh at seeing Ellie hadn't moved a muscle. She was curled up in the middle of the bed, laid on her side as the tv was blurring on in the background. Although Ben couldn't tell if she was paying any attention to the programme that was showing or not. Walking over, Ben sat down on the edge of the bed, gently running his hand through her hair as she turned her head so she could see him properly.

"Alright, I'm going to pick your mum up soon for the scan. Are you coming with us?" Ben's shoulders slumped when Ellie shook her head, pulling the cover tighter over her shoulders to show that she was staying where she was. Not in the mood to go out.

"Don't feel well." She mumbled in response, watching Ben with a frown as he picked up the tv remote and turned the tv off. His head cocked to the side as he wished she would at least try and get out of bed. He knew she was unwell, of course she was going to feel unwell, her white blood cells were low meaning she was prone to infections. But Ben just wanted her to move about the house because she would make herself feel worse simply laying and sleeping all day like this.

Reaching over, he pressed the back of his hand to her temple before her neck and then leaning down to check the sick bucket resting at the side of the bed for precaution and emergencies.

"I know you don't feel great sweetheart, but you don't have a temperature anymore and you haven't been sick since last night. You can't stay in bed forever. Why don't you come downstairs, sit with (Y/n) and Rosie for a bit?"

"Can't." She muttered back, frowning at Ben's persistence to try and get her to leave the comfort of her bed. Normally he was fine with her staying in bed, he'd join her and they'd watch a movie or they'd watch tv in his room with Rosie and (Y/n). She didn't want to move, she just wanted to lie here and go to sleep for a bit longer or to just watch a movie. She wasn't feeling sick but she wasn't feeling one hundred percent either.

"You can't walk now?" Ben countered, a trace of a smile on his lips that faded when Ellie furrowed her brows and frowned at him. "Eleanor, please. You don't have to come out with me and your mum, just come downstairs." Ben huffed when she stayed quiet, staring at him as if daring him to do something. "I have to go, if you're not coming with me then you can stay downstairs with (Y/n)." A whine of protest left Ellie's lips when Ben pulled the cover from her frame before picking her up.

Leaning over he grabbed the sick bucket in one hand, keeping Ellie secured to his shoulder with the other before he walked out of the room. His head turned to look at her when she let out a small sound that resembled a sob before burying her face into the crook of his neck. Her arms tightening just a little too much around his neck but he said nothing.

Making his way back into the living room, Ben gently set Ellie down on the sofa beside (Y/n), placing the sick bucket down on the coffee table just in case it was needed. He watched Ellie grab the blanket thrown over the back of the sofa, tucking it around herself as she burrowed into (Y/n)'s side.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" (Y/n) asked, gently running her hand through Ellie's hair when she heard the little girl sniff into the blanket trying to hideaway. Her eyes glanced up to look at (Y/n) before drifting to Rosie who was now resting against her chest, smiling at her elder sister clearly not knowing that something was wrong. (Y/n) continued to brush her hand through Ellie's hair as she turned to look at Ben, wondering what was happening since Ellie clearly didn't seem very happy right now.

"She's alright. I've got to go now, I'll see you all in an hour." Ben spoke softly, leaning over so he could give Rosie a hug and a kiss, doing the same with (Y/n) before he crouched in front of Ellie. When she managed a smile Ben felt relieved as he leaned over to give her a hug, kissing her temple before pulling back so he could leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "How'd it go?" (Y/n) felt the familiar bubble of jealously blocking her airways as soon as the words passed through her lips. She wasn't sure if she meant them or if she was just trying to be polite but either Ben didn't notice her sudden uncomfortableness or he was trying to ignore it.

"It was good... everything's fine with the baby up to now so hopefully everything will go smoothly." Ben turned his head to the left so he could look over his shoulder at (Y/n) who was shutting one of the chest drawers. Turning around so she could lean against it, her lips pressed into a thin line as she nodded in response. Agitation clearly showed in her body language and her lack of words causing Ben's frame to slump. "You asked." He said gently before turning back so he was facing his bedside table. Opening the first drawer so he could take out the small, jet black box he kept in there.

"What?" (Y/n) couldn't determine if her tone was coming off as defensive or questioning but she knew her words weren't as gentle as Ben's had been. Pushing herself off the cabinet, (Y/n) walked over and sat down on the bed on her side.

Her eyes watched Ben's movements with intrigue as he took the lid off the box, revealing the contents which (Y/n) hadn't seen before. She watched as Ben pulled out a small collection of papers that were bound together with a paperclip, and then another matching stack. Her eyes quickly worked out that they were notes and scan pictures. He had a label on one of the paperclips that said Eleanor, and another that said Rosemary. (Y/n) knew Ben loved to collect pictures and mementoes, but she didn't know he had this particular box of memories.

Ben silently looked at some of the pictures before putting both piles back, along with the picture he took from his back pocket. The ultrasound from today.

"Memory box." He stated quietly, nudging it towards his wife to cure her curiosity since she seemed intrigued. (Y/n) gingerly took the box and slowly started looking through the scan pictures of Ellie. He even kept the piece of paper that had Ellie's hand and footprints in from when she had just been born. For being little over eight years old, each picture was kept in great condition, only one or two creases in the corners but other than that they looked almost brand new.

Carefully setting the pictures back in the box, (Y/n) handed it over to Ben who put it in the back of the drawer where he kept it.

"I know it isn't easy, if it's gonna upset you then don't ask." Ben kept his tone light and his words gentle. He didn't want to come across rude or uncaring because he knew this wasn't easy. If asking was just going to upset her then Ben didn't want her to ask. He would rather them act like each scan didn't happen or exist than have an awkward conversation about it afterwards.

"No, it's not easy. I don't know what I'm meant to do in this situation Ben... kids are a big thing for both of us and you're having another without me, it hurts."

The ratio was three to one to Ben. He was going to have three kids and (Y/n) had one because no matter how much she loved Ellie or Ben's next baby, they weren't her own like Rosie was. She didn't want to stand by and watch Ben have another child with someone else but she didn't want to leave him either because she loved him and Ellie too much. She was stuck not knowing what to do and that was a feeling that she didn't want because there was no answer to this. There was no guidebook to help either of them get through this.

"I don't have a plan, sweetheart. I'm married to you and having a baby with my ex, that isn't fun you know. I can't tell you how this will work or what to do because I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is this is another baby so I'm sorry if I smile every once in a while at the thought but that's how I get through this."

Ben didn't know what to do either. He didn't have all of this worked out, he had a plan for when the baby was born, that was the easy bit. Getting to that point was a blank slate for everyone and they were going to have to make their own way to the finish line. He couldn't tell (Y/n) what to do or how she could get through this.

He also couldn't help it if he came back from a scan with a small smile on his lips or a smile when he thought about his child because that was all he knew how to do. He thought of his children and the thought of having another and it made him smile. All he could grasp right now was that he was having another baby, it was so much easier when it was thought about in such a plain and boring way. Just another baby, not a baby to help Ellie, not a baby with Danni and not (Y/n). Just a baby.

"And I'm sorry if I can't smile with you about that. I hate this Ben, it hurts and I want you to be happy but that hurts worse." (Y/n) felt the tears welling in her eyes even though she was begging them not to fall.

"I have to do this for Ellie. I smile and grin and bear it because that's my mechanism. My drama teacher at uni tried to kick me out of his class when he knew I was having Ellie because he thought I'd be a failure, he told me to drop out and that I was a liability. Danni's parents almost disowned her and blamed me for that, my dad never looked at me in the same way again and all I can do is smile. You get angry and you cry and you have the right but all I can do is smile because this is for Ellie."

Ben had been in university one year before he had to tell his teachers of his situation. He was plainly told that he needed to drop out because he had another two years to go. He got a fail on one of his performances because he was 'lacking' and should just drop out then and there. It was his fault in Danni's parent's eyes. She was having a gap year and was going to go to university but then decided that she wouldn't since they were having Ellie. Ben's mother had been the supportive parent whilst his dad was far from happy but every time someone said something all Ben could do was bite back a sneer and plaster a smile to his features because that was all he knew how to do.

He didn't want to breakdown and cry, he didn't know what to do or how to plan for the future. All he could do was grin and nod like a puppet and it always worked.

Everything he did was for Ellie and this was no different.