#not my original plan for this but I'm tipsy and tired so...

[sage-green-matcha]

can you please do “there’s only one bed” trope with Ethan Landry and it’s pure fluff but reader and Ethan are just “friends”, pretty please and thank you 🩷🤗

THE PERFECT PAIR - ETHAN LANDRY 💐

“You know me, better show me that you could say it to my face. 'Cause you know we're the same, there's worse things I can take” - beabadoobee

Content includes: fluff!! Sweet Ethan!

A/n: thank you smm for the request! I hope u love it!

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"Damn Y/n, is your bag really that heavy?" Sam watched as your shoulder sunk to one side, the heavy bag pulling you down. "Yea you're struggling, do you really need all of that?" Tara chuckled.

"Okay well first of all, Yes. I do need all of this. Also yes, it's really heavy" you mumbled, kicking the bag in front of your legs as you walked. "Hey, woah! You're gonna snap yourself in half" Ethan lifted the bag off your shoulders, sliding it easily into his. "Thanks..." Chad smirked as you looked up at Ethan.

Everyone knew you two had a thing for each other, which is exactly why they made a plan. A very thought-out one, but not very original. "It's working!" Mindy mumbled with a big smile. "It hasn't even started" Chad looked back at the two of you with a smirk.

Ethan had confirmed he was crushing on you, accidentally slipping it out when he was tipsy. For days he begged Chad not to tell anyone. But the whole group already knew. That was just confirmation. "You sure this is gonna work?" Tara walked by his side. "I know this is gonna work"

"Okay! Pair up with your hotel room buddies" Everyone ran to one another, it seemed like you and Ethan were sick with how fast they paired off, avoiding the two of you. "Well uh, guess we'll be good roommates right?" You nodded, your heart beating like crazy. You didn't wanna room with him, you couldn't. Being next to him made you all giddy so staying in the same room with him? You could never.

"Okay, good!” Mindy smiled, walking up to the front desk. "We have a reservation.." You blacked out as she talked, nerves filling your body. This could go so wrong. Or so good. Or it could be the most mediocre thing that you're overthinking about. But you also knew that nothing that included Ethan was mediocre.

"Here's the room keys" she handed them out, everyone slumped as they walked over to the elevators. "I'm so tired" you mumbled, everyone, shaking their heads. "You slept the whole ride, Ethan's shoulder suffered from your fat head" "Mindy, shut up!" You glared at her.

You all got to your floor, everyone spreading out to find their rooms. "What number is it?" You stood on your tiptoes, holding onto Ethan's arm. "306" you furrowed your eyebrows. "Huh...that's separated from everybody else" he just shrugged, pulling up your bag while he looked around. "Looks like It's on the other side of the hall" 

You eventually found the room, swiping the key onto the door lock. You searched for the light, your eyes widening when you saw the bed. "Uh...are we sure this is the right room?" He plopped your bag down, looking around the room. "Well..? The key worked"

You ended up dragging Mindy and Ethan to the front desk, making her ask for a different room. "Sorry kids, that's the only one available at the moment. We're packed for the next couple of nights" You wanted to die. "Tara, please! You know damn well you're gonna sleep in the same bed as Chad. Just trade rooms please?" She shook her head, hiding her smile. "No, I'm not sleeping with a drunk ass Chad" you groaned, covering your eyes.

You asked everyone. They all said no. "You guys are so rude" you mumbled, walking back to your room in defeat. "So...what did they say?" Ethan prayed that they all said no. As much as this was uncomfortable for him he was kinda happy about it.

"They said no" You slipped off your shoes, sitting on the bed next to him. "I can just sleep on the chair…it’s fine! Really!” You shook your head. "It's whatever, we'll figure it out" You knew it was wrong, that you didn't wanna figure it out. Your heart bounced around inside of you, nervous for the night. It could be normal, one of you on the couch and the other on the bed. But maybe, somehow you two could end up together on the same bed.

After a long afternoon of chatter and laughter in Tara and Chad's room, you headed back to yours. You were too tired to even care about the bed, completely forgetting about it till you opened the door.

"What are we gonna do about the bed?" Ethan mumbled, wiping his eyes. "It's okay, we can share" "Are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I can just sleep on the chair..." you took a glance at the red chair in the corner of the room. "It's okay Ethan, trust me. That chair is way too small for you" his face got hot as he saw your smile, watching you grab your pajamas before walking into the bathroom.

A swarm of butterflies flew around in your belly, making your face heat up. You didn't wanna get too excited. You wouldn't even be facing him anyways. He was just a friend and nothing more, this was just a friend thing! You tried to convince yourself but you couldn't get that feeling out of your stomach. You felt creepy. He definitely didn’t feel the same way, but you decided to let your delusions take over for a bit.

As you walked out of the bathroom Ethan was already laying in bed. He cuddled up to one of the pillows, his face smushed against the fabric. He looked so cute.

“Is it okay if I keep one of the lamps on…?” “Uhm, yea it’s okay” You peeled back the white bed sheets, adding your favorite throw on top. The room was dark besides the lamp and the moonlight that peaked in through the blinds. The smell of cleaning products filled your nose as the sound of a fan played in the background.

You were glad Ethan let you keep the light on. You could never sleep with it being pitch black, it gave you the heebie-jeebies. You positioned yourself, trying to get comfortable as you faced away from Ethan. You tried your best to get comfortable but you couldn’t, turning around to face Ethan’s back.

Ethan quickly caught onto this, also feeling the same amount of discomfort you were in. “This bed isn’t very comfortable, is it?” His voice was low and raspy, facing you with a small smile. “Uh uh” your hair rubbed against the sheets, the small sound filling your ears.

You scanned his face as he stared back at you, noticing details that you never got to see before. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, small marks all over his skin. “You have really nice eyelashes” It just fell out of your mouth, but you meant it. “I- oh. Thank you” You noticed how his cheeks filled up in a pinky hue, gaining you some confidence.

You could go on and on about his face. How full his lips were, the pretty color of his skin. But you didn’t wanna creep him out, keeping it to yourself. “I like your lips…” you held back a smile, covering the bottom of your face with the blanket. “Thank you” your laughs were whispered, Ethan, noticing how flustered you were getting.

You felt yourself move back as he brought his hand up to your face, realizing how weird it probably was. “Sorry, sorry. I don’t know what l was doing” You chewed on your lip as he brought his hand down, pulling the side of your face closer to his. “It’s okay” your whisper was unstable. Your nervousness escaped your body through your voice.

You watched as his eyes scanned your face. From your lips to your eyes, an unorganized pattern of movements that slightly confused you. You could tell he was nervous, his hand getting warmer with each second that it was on your skin. His face was inches away, feeling his soft breath on your face.

You had begun to grow impatient, lips seconds away from touching. The anticipation made you go insane, only paying attention to the way his heart was beating with your hand on his chest.

As crazy as it seemed his was probably pounding harder than yours, lips on lips. “Don’t be a tease E” Your lips brushed against his, the feeling of warmth and satisfaction filling every pore in your body.

Your face grew hot, Ethan pulling you in as he became addicted to your taste. Your lips were soft and cushiony, perfectly fitting onto his. Breaths and words were jumbled as you two got even closer, Ethan’s hands finding their way to your hips.

All you could feel was fire. It was like a giant firework was exploding in your stomach. Your hands ran through his soft curls, noses touching as you pulled away for air. His face was so red. Making you giggle with a hand on his cheek.

“You look so cute when you blush…” you combed your hand through his hair, pushing it all back as he admired you. He pulled you closer, hugging your body tightly into his. “Better?” “Way better”

[aihoshiino]

Da Vinci Magazine Jan. 2024: A Q&A with Ai of B-Komachi!

In the January 2024 issue of Da Vinci magazine, there was an in-character interview with Ai as written by Aka Akasaka that you can read a translation of here! What I forgot to mention on that initial post is that there was also a little lightning round Q&A the original anon didn't translate at the time. Thankfully, they did post it and I just... completely forgot it existed until now. ;9 Shout out to past me who remembered to save it and kept me from having to dig thru the 4chan archives for it...

Unlike the original interview, this is my translation! So any goofs and gaffes are entirely on me lol. This is also totally spoiler safe, so you can read both this Q&A and the original interview no matter what point you are in the series.

Get to Know Ai Better! Q&A Session

Q. What motto do you live by?

A. I really like "Tomorrow is a new day." I'm one of those people who forgets all their worries after a good nights' sleep. (laughs)

Q. Tell us how you refresh yourself!

A. I like taking naps on my days off. I was saying earlier that I forget my worries once I've gotten some sleep but with this job, it can be hard to find the time to actually do it. Not just that, but lately I've been waking up in the night to take care of this and that, so when I do have the time to sleep, I really conk out.

Q. What is your routine on days off?

A. I wake up, prep some milk… oh, um - I like cornflakes so I always need milk for breakfast. Then I go for a nap (laughs). I know some of the other B-Komachi members like going to beauty salons or nail salons, but I don't do nails and I let my hair grow out so I'm usually just at home (laughs). I even cut my own bangs! I've been doing it for years so I'm pretty good at it. I've even cut other peoples' hair once or twice, though not anyone in B-Komachi.

Q. Your 20th birthday's coming up soon. What are you looking forward to doing once it arrives?

A. I want to try drinking alcohol. The president of my agency keeps saying, "I can't wait to have a drink with you!" He makes it sound like a lot of fun, so I'm curious to know what getting tipsy's like.

Q. What book left the biggest impression on you this year?

A. It's a manga, but I was moved to tears by "I'll Go With Sweet Today". The heroine is a girl who distrusts people and develops anorexia, becoming terrified of eating… I have a bit of that in me too, though not quite to the same extent she does, so I could really relate to her and her journey to recovery really moved me. If there's ever a live-action version, I'd love to play her!

Q: What would you like to do after the Dome concert?

A: I'd like to go on a trip or something. Where would be nice... Oh, I've heard of 'Mito Natto' before, so maybe Mito!

Q: What's something a fan said that made you happy?

A. You know, I didn't used to read any fan letters at all. But there was a time I was getting tired of being an idol and I was planning to quit, so the president made me sit down and read all the letters I'd gotten. That was the first time I'd ever realized just how much support I was getting and it made me go "in that case, I'll give them all my love and support in return!". I even wrote a song about it. So now I treasure all the letters and words I get from my fans. I actually got a gift from a fan recently, some 'star sand'. It was really beautiful and my real name "star" in it, it made me really happy. I've still got it displayed in my room.

Q: What is "true love" to you?

A. I guess if I had to sum it up, I'd say true love is being a genius who doesn't lie. I think maybe people lie to avoid lying. I'm not sure if that's a good answer and even I don't know if it makes sense, but it's just something I feel.

Q: Do you think you're a liar?

A: Hmm~~? That's a se~cret! (laughs)

[koolkat9]

All is Calm, All is Bright

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 627

Author's Note: Happy holidays everyone. I originally had another plan for my holiday fic this year, but that has been taking longer than expected so I may have to save it for next year. So instead I have two one-shots planned, this being the first. I'm aiming for the second to be posted Christmas Eve. Anyway, enjoy!

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Big brothers were annoying. Both Arthur and Ludwig knew this all too well.

“If he tries anything funny, just let me know, and I’ll take care of it,” Dylan said with a smile, though Arthur and Ludwig both knew what lay beneath that sweet demeanor.

“Yes, yes. Now fuck off.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, my precious baby brother.” With a pinch to Arthur’s cheeks, Dylan was finally off, Arthur closing the door behind him.

“Thank god,” Arthur sighed. He slid down the door until he was sitting. “Sorry about that, darling.”

Ludwig smiled and crouched down. “Don’t worry about it. We’re even. Gilbert is not that much different.”

“But finally, we’re alone,” Arthur smirked. He pulled Ludwig against him, eagerly kissing him until the German was breathless. Hands gripped the back of Ludwig’s shirt as he melted against Arthur.

“I…I thought we were waiting until tonight,” Ludwig panted.

“Think of this as a preview.”

Ludwig rolled his eyes, trying to keep his smile down. He got back up on his feet and pulled Arthur up with him.

Three days dedicated to just them. Ludwig couldn’t picture spending Christmas any other way. Sure, family was important this time of year, which is why all their get-togethers with family and friends were planned just before the holiday (save for their celebration with Peter and his family, which was scheduled on Boxing Day). But the few days leading up to Christmas alongside Christmas day itself were set aside for just them. A time to recharge and reminisce about how far they had come from their very first Christmas together.

“So what’s on our schedule tonight? Baking or movies?”

“Movies and hot chocolate tonight, then an afternoon of baking tomorrow, then our little football game after dinner, and for Christmas day present exchange, and then…whatever we want.”

Arthur cackled. “I must be rubbing off on you. No plans on Christmas after Christmas morning? Really.”

“Hey! I can be laid back…every now and then,” Ludwig practically whined.

Arthur smirked and rolled his eyes, not believing him for a second. He pulled Ludwig onto the couch and flicked on the T.V. “How about something a little stronger than hot chocolate?”

“And make me deal with your hangover?” Ludwig scoffed though Arthur could easily tell he was putting on an act.

“I can just stay in bed all morning. We don’t have anything planned until the afternoon anyway.”

Ludwig let it go, and Arthur rose to get them each a beer as well as two glasses, a bottle of rum, and orange juice.

“What a collection for a Christmas movie marathon,” Ludwig teased, cracking open a beer.

“It’s more fun this way,” Arthur assured him, already pouring himself some rum.

Ludwig grimaced. “I can’t believe you still drink that straight.”

“It’s for the nostalgia. Takes me back to the sea, the salty air–”

“‘The gentle rock of the waves, when we had nothing but the stars to guide us,'” Ludwig recited.

“Quite right,” Arthur growled playfully.

By their second movie and three glasses of rum, Arthur was plastered. Ludwig was following behind, slightly sedated and tipsy. Arthur had melded into Ludwig’s side, drooling slightly as he fought to stay awake through Arthur Christmas.

Ludwig smiled softly. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch, he covered himself and Arthur, who was now fast asleep on his shoulder. So much for the night plans. Turning on some holiday rom-com as their previous movie came to an end, Ludwig settled down, pulling Arthur closer.

He wasn’t tired or inebriated enough to join his lover in sleep. For now, he’d enjoy the silence, the cheesy, predictable romance, and the adorable face of a sleeping Arthur, clinging to him as if Ludwig was a teddy bear.

[arrowflier]

Prompt Thing: does Micky know that Ian isn't a gold Star gay any more? What would be his response? I can picture Lip mentioning something casually in front of the pair about the whole ordeal.

Content warning: nsfw under cut due to frank discussion of sex

It's late on a Saturday night.  Liam is at the library, working on a paper for school, and Franny is at a sleepover.  Fred is already down for the night, and the grown Gallaghers--plus Tami and Mickey, Gallaghers by association--are gathered around the kitchen table for a late family dinner.

Debbie brings a steaming pot over to the table, ready to dish out the meal she had been slaving over all day.

"Who wants to go first?" she asks. "It's a new recipe, so you have to be honest."

"But only if you like it," Lip mutters, and holds up his hands when Debbie glares at him. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Come on Debs," Ian says, disrupting the tension. "I want to see what you did with those tomatoes I brought you."

"This asshole and his fancy ass tomatoes," Mickey grouses as Debbie dishes up. "He tell you how much that shit costs out by the new place?"

"Shut up, Mick," Ian says, taking a bowl and spoon from his sister. "I'm trying to eat, here."

Conversation stops, all eyes on Ian as he digs his spoon into Debbie's latest experiment.

He slurps. Eats a chunk of something from his spoon, and slurps again.

Stops.

Grimaces.

"Debbie," he says slowly, the family hanging on his every word. "Congratulations, it tastes like vagina."

Debbie beams. Lip shrugs, reaching out for his own bowl. Carl grins--awesome--and follows suit.

Mickey stares at Ian.

"Wait a sec," he says. "How the fuck would you know?"

Lip is the one to respond first, spoon already halfway to his mouth.

"Didn't he tell you?" he asked Mickey with a shit-eating grin. "Old boyfriend convinced him to try it; I came home to Ian scrubbing his mouth out at the kitchen sink."

Mickey frowns, squints while he thinks.

"Old boyfriend?" he follows up. "You mean the one he took it up the ass for?"

Ian buries his head in his hands, stew long forgotten in front of him.

"No," Lip answers easily, " the one that cheated on him, said it was cause no one was 100% gay."

"Can we not talk about this right now?" Ian begs.

"What, you aren't having fun on the trip down memory lane?" Lip asks.

"No," Ian answers plaintively. "And you won't be either if you keep going, cause I remember the rest of our little talk that day." He lowers his hands from his face just to raise his brow. "All 4% of it."

Lip just shrugs.

"Whatever, man, still think you're missin' out." He lifts his spoon, points it in Mickey's direction. "I bet Mick here knows what I'm talkin' about. You used to sleep with chicks, right?"

"Lip," Ian warns, but his brother ignores him.

"You have to have gone down on at least one of them," Lip continues. "Come on, man, spill."

They're saved by Liam coming in through the back door, laden with books.

"Hey guys," he greets. " What's for dinner?"

"Vagina," they all answer in unison.

Liam hightails it up the stairs before they even finish laughing.

---

Later, once they've gotten ready for bed--they're staying the night in their old room, both of them having had too many to drive--Ian brings it up again.

"Have you?" he asks as Mickey strips down to his boxers.

"Gonna have to be more specific, Gallagher," Mickey says. "I've done lots of things."

"Gone down on a woman," Ian clarifies, fidgeting with the frayed edge of their sheet.

Mickey pauses with his shirt half over his head, then finishes pulling it off.

"No," he answers, twisting the worn fabric in his hands. "What would be in that for me?"

Ian just looks at him.

"The pleasure of your partner?"

Mickey snorts.

"I was a horny kid, Ian," he explained. "I fucked chicks cause they let me and it felt good, not because I was interested in how they felt about it."

It's quiet, for a moment. When Mickey turns around, Ian is frowning.

Mickey sighs.

"What now, Ian?" he asks, Ian's name soft in his mouth.

"Nothing," Ian says. Bites his lip, waits a beat. "Just..."

"Fuckin knew it," Mickey mutters, and catches the pillow Ian throws at him.

"How do you know you don't like it, then?" Ian asks. "If you've never done it, I mean."

"Don't know," Mickey answers with a shrug. "Just don't."

When Ian looks unconvinced, Mickey steps closer, between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. He puts a hand on Ian's chin, makes his husband face him.

"What's this really about, huh?" he asks. "I know you ain't actually concerned that there's a chance I'd like eatin' pussy."

Ian grins at that, faint but there.

"It's just," he starts. Stops, tries again.

"What Caleb said, back then," he settles on. "It kind of made sense."

He looks up at Mickey with those wide green eyes.

"If you want to try it, you can," he offered nervously. "It's not cheating if I give you permission, and I don't want you to--"

"To what?" Mickey interrupts. "Leave you for not lettin' me do somethin' I don't even want to do?"

Ian looks almost offended, but not near as offended as Mickey feels.

"But you don't even know if you--"

"Stop," Mickey cuts him off again. "Just fuckin stop, alright?"

He moves his hand from Ian's chin to his shoulder, shoves him down onto the bed. Climbs over him, hovering close.

"Do you have a fuckin vagina?" Mickey asks, point-blank.

Ian shakes his head.

"Then I don't never wanna touch one again," Mickey says. "And that's all there is to it. I'm not your shitty ex-boyfriend--who I'm gonna kill, by the way--I'm your fuckin husband. You're it, man."

He pushes down on Ian's shoulders, then drops his chest to settle against his husband's.

"Besides," he mutters as he feels Ian relax beneath him. "That shit's nasty as fuck, man. How'd you think I found out I was gay? Some girl tried to shove me down there, almost threw up in her pubes."

Ian's resulting laugh moves through Mickey's body like an earthquake, and it's the best thing he's heard all day.

Except Ian's description of Debbie's cooking, of course. That was right up there too.

[sstan-hoe]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bucky barned × fem!reader × andy barber

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his bestfriend over to gift you a special present

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni, spanking, oral (f receiving), authority kink, dirt talk – like a lot, threesome obviously, light degrading and praise

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so this was originally for @georgiapeach30513 as a birthday gift but sadly it took forever to finish!! I still hope you enjoy it 😂, follow @sstanhoe-updates if you wanna know when I post turn on notifications! Like, reblog and comment !!!! some thinks may not make sense but I hope they do cuz I was tired while ending this thing

You woke up from the feeling of soft kisses between your shoulder plates. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked into the piercing blue eyes of your husband. "Good morning my love," he whispered against your lips before sealing them with a kiss.

“Are you ready for today?” He asked once you broke the kiss. “Well, I'm very curious about what you have planned…,” you giggled.

Your husband stood up from the bed which was when you noticed he was in an apron. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom calling, “stay in bed!”

You watched him walk away, your eyes wide as you saw that he wore nothing but the apron. That man was going to be the death of you.

“Okay, now close your eyes!” complying you closed your eyes smiling, your man walked around the bed and the next thing you felt was a soft satin fabric across your eyes and bound behind your back.

Excitement flooded your veins as his hands trail down your shoulders to your naked chest. A shiver run down your spine at his icy hands gracing your nipples that hardened in an instant and a shaky escaped your lips.

His hands traced further down your body, “good thing I left you bare last night huh?” he questioned with a smirk, “you always do,” chuckling at your answer he pushed the duvet away.

The cool air hit your prickling heat. You felt him leave the bed and assumed he rounded it as you felt the bed dip in front of you and rough hands gently pulling you down.

Thumb pressing over the nub of your clit he pulled another moan from you. He rubbed circles combined with his tongue sliding in and out of your heat.

A light wave of air fell against your pussy only increasing the fire within her. You moaned loudly as his tongue latched onto your throbbing cunt, diving inside your soft walls.

Your hand found its way into his fluffy hair gripping the strands strongly. A throaty groan left his mouth.

If it weren’t for the pleasure consuming every cell of your body you would have noticed that his hair was shorter and so was the beard, only a faint stubble left. His thumb pressed harder onto your sensitive clit before he removed his hand receiving a whine from you.

His big hands took your hand and placed it on your stomach while you gripped the bed sheets with the other.

Keeping the hand secured on your stomach he used the tip of his nose to nudge you weeping core. His tongue moved up and down your pussy, occasionally closed his mouth around your labia sucking harshly. All of your senses screamed, you could only concentrate on the pleasure brought by you from him and you were close to finishing.

“Andy,” you whimpered as you felt your knot tightening.

Lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “you wanna come my love?” you tried to nod desperately but your head was empty already. Andy's hand stroked your cheek tenderly.

“Then come for him, come for Bucky…,” at the drop of the name everything in you stopped. Promptly you set up ripping the blindfold from your eyes. You looked down and there he was, James Buchanan Barnes with his mouth covered in your juice.

“Hiya, doll.” Bucky grinned up at you.

You had no idea how to react. It had always had this little fantasy of yours to have a threesome with Andy and his bestfriend; Bucky.

The fantasy first came up when Andy and you had date night and you got tipsy revealing this secret to him but hope Andy would have forgotten it by now. Another day you had a chat about your boundaries, for both of you it was important to communicate, and you gave consent on surprises however if something did happen you didn’t like there was a save word.

“Do you like your birthday present my love?” Andy whispered, his hand stroking your stomache in a smoothing manner.

Your speechlessness caused Andy to worry and Bucky catched on, “doll if you don’t want this I can go, and we forget this ever happened.” “Bucky is right my love, we can stop right now.” Your husband added.

“No, no…I want this,” you muttered as you gained your thoughts back. Andy took your hand in his, “are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure,” smiling at him you squeezed his hand.

Bucky looked up at you with the same on his mind, “it’s okay, I promise Buck,” “the moment you’re uncomfortable-,” “I say the save word, seems like Andy filled you all in.” Bucky chuckled at your answer and nodded.

The former soldier pulled of his glove revealing his metal arm, a big part of your fantasies. “Come on man! We’re completely naked and you take off your glove?” Andy cut through your thoughts, and you had to agree with him. “You want me to take off my clothes doll?” his ocean blue eyes caused you to fall into a daze.

A firm hand on your chin pulled you back, “tell me doll, tell me what I should do.” Your breath hitched, Andy gave your hips a firm squeeze to give you a shot of confidence.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered Bucky while trying to keep your voice steady. With a smirk Bucky obeyed and stood up starting to remove his blue henley followed by his dark jeans which only left him in his boxers. “All of it,” you added your voice slipping.

“Nah, you gotta earn it now.” Looking at him dumbfounded something snapped in you, “no, no. You told me to say what I want, and I want you to take all of your clothes off.”

Without missing a beat Andy gave you a smack on your thighs receiving a yelp from you, “behave or the fun’s over,” he growled. Bucky on the other found you amusing, “don’t worry Andy, I can handle it,” he reassured his friend before turning you, “did the excitement make you dumb already? I never said to tell me what you want me to do, I said tell me what I should do. I want and should is quite the difference doll.”

Andy couldn’t stop his laughter when he saw your expression, not only did you have a smart mouth outside the bed but also in bed and mix that with your bratty attitude you get a little sex monster as Andy liked to call it.

“I know the difference between the words,” you snapped receiving another slap on your thigh. “I’ve got enough of your attitude, we’ve got a guest and you’re acting like a brat,” Andy scowled you. Bucky watched the whole interaction with a grin, his metal hand sneaked up your thigh as you glared at Andy.

His middle finger slid up your slit collecting your juice with a knowing glint in his eyes before entering your leaking hole. The sudden intrusion caused you to gasp loudly, Bucky curled his finger hitting the exact spot.

Bucky added another finger as he looked up at you, “that shut your smart mouth for now?”

You wanted to sass him but were scared he’d take his fingers away and the second he added his tongue on your clit your head was empty.

Andy watched with admiration how Bucky pleasured you, he couldn’t get enough of the sounds you made. The whimper when Bucky would slow down his fingers or the almost pornographic moan when he hit your sweet spot, your high-pitched moans that mixed with whimpers as he licked your bundle of nerves.

Bucky didn't feel any different, his cock hardened from the sounds you made. Lifting his head from your core he looked at Andy with pleading eyes, "can I kiss her?"

With an approving nod Andy gave him the permission to kiss you. Bucky slipped his tongue into your open mouth, toying yours. Instantly your hand reached for his neck pulling him closer, a fight of dominance occurred which you knew you'd lose.

Andy stroked his cock while watching the scene in front of him play out. However he needed you now. Gripping your neck he pulled you away from Bucky's kiss catching you in his own siren kiss.

You felt like little fireworks were exploding in your stomach as you kissed Andy, nothing compared to him.

As he kissed you he rubbed himself against your backside, "Andy," you whimpered. Your husband's hand trailed down to your pussy stopping Bucky's movements. He drove his hands into the brown hair of the former soldier before latching onto his roots.

Bucky groaned as Andy tugged his head back, "you did a good job so far…however now it's my turn, but she can suck your cock if she begs well enough."

"I haven't made her come yet," Bucky said in a strained voice to which your husband chuckled, "you'll get the chance soon enough, but first she's gotta learn how to speak with our guests." Something about the way they talked about you made you more horny than before.

You couldn’t wait for Andy to turn around, right now Andy was still nice and more forgiving but if you pushed him far enough he would become the mean daddy that wanted to breed you and fuck you raw. Though chances were high he would be holding back since Bucky was present….

“And my love don’t even think about testing my limits, I wanted to give you something nice and you’re already acting like a little brat,” Andy whispered to you barely audible to Bucky.

Bucky rounded you and sat himself down next to you.

You looked up at him as he laid his hand softly on your cheek. Bucky admired you, for as long as he had known you he wanted you but had to hold his thoughts back until one day Andy stood on his front porch with the idea of a threesome as a birthday present for you. He had to admit that he was surprised Andy would even be into it.

Your hand sneaked to his boxers palming his hard cock and receiving a low groan from him. A big grin spread across your face at his reaction, then a hand slapped yours away. "I told you to beg for his cock," Andy’s voice startled you, his hand coming up gripping your chin.

With a defeated whimper your eyes drifted to Bucky, "please, please sir let me suck your cock. Let me be your cock slur, please I really, really want to taste you," you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Said man let out a low groan, "yes, god yes, Andy please let her suck my cock," Bucky now looked deep into the blue eyes of Andy who had a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Awww I expected her to be whiny but you? How good of you to ask for permission, that's what a good boy like you does…look at that my love. This is how a good sub behaves and not like a brat," Andy cooed as he grabbed Bucky's hair by its roots and pulled his face close to his, "you deserve a reward," was all he said before kissing Bucky deeply.

Your eyes widened at the scene in front of you and you got a tingly feeling in your cunt. As Andy pulled away a knowing smirk graced his lips, "you liked that huh?" no words were able to leave your mouth, but yes, yes you liked it very much.

Andy was like a drug for you and in combination with Bucky it was like you were in a continuous bliss of pleasure. Then your husband grabbed your hips to pull you onto his lap, right over his hard cock causing him to groan at the contact while you gave a pathetic whine.

"Suck his cock while I spank your pretty little ass and don't forget to say 'thank you, may I have another?' We will do ten for now unless you act out." Andy whispered against the shell of your ear and bent you over his lap while Bucky got in position.

Finally you were able to admire Bucky's throbbing cock, unlike Andy he was short yet thicker and you wondered if you could even fit him inside your cunt today. It had taken Andy several days to get you adjusted to his length, he prepped you with toys to make it easier for you as well as tease you.

You gently grabbed Bucky's thick cock, slowly moving your hand along to feel every vein. A loud smack, Andy’s first spank came suddenly with full surprise as you were lost in admiring the cock in front of you which you squeezed unintentionally at the sudden contact. It didn't hurt, the first one never did, but if you didn't thank him it would hurt a lot more, "thank you sir, may I have another?" You questioned meekly to Andy who grinned at you, "of course, my love," there was a hint of mocking in his tone.

You lowered your head down on Bucky's length collecting the precum from his mushroom-formed tip with your tongue, the raspy moan you got in response let a shot of warmth spread through your cunt.

Wanting to trade him you licked a long strip over the certain vein popping from his dick. Instantly Bucky locked his hand in the roots of your hair to control your movements. He looked up to Andy for a moment who gave him an encouraging nod. Just as Bucky pushed his cock to the back of your throat Andy gave you another spank, "thank you, sir, may I have another?" came your muffled voice from Bucky's dick, the vibrations sending him into more bliss.

"You're doing good, my love," Andy said as he stroked over your light red flesh and immediately sent another. Bucky pulled off his cock letting you take a breath, your eyes already stained with tears. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you whimpered.

The sight of you taking Bucky's dick made Andy even hornier and he desperately needed to be inside you. The grinding of your hips against his hard member showed him you needed him just as much. As you licked the former soldier again and concentrated on him Andy took the opportunity to slowly insert himself inside your vagina.

A gasp left your lips as you felt Andy stretching you out. "Oh, god sir…please," your husband wasn't moving and it was pure torture.

To take your mind back to him Bucky retook control of your movements on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, "yes, such a good little cockspur aren't you? Couldn't get enough and now you're filled with two cocks," he said as his orgasm built up, "dammit doll, imma come soon, very soon."

Andy laid his hand on your ass, squeezing your flesh as a method to hold on. You grew impatient and bucked your hips onto his, "fuck love, I know, I know but you're still as tight as a virgin." Then finally your husband began moving, harsh, pointed thrusts against your cervix.

Thanks to his experience with you over the years he knew exactly where to find your g-spot. Loud moans rose from your throat that were muffled everytime Bucky's cock hit the back of your throat.

Your husband landed another spank on your raw flesh as he kept pounding into you, "thank you, sir, may I have–" before you were able to finish your words Andy blew two spanks on your ass, "thank you, sir, may I have another? Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you repeated twice, you could already imagine how red your ass had to be.

"I'm coming!" Bucky moaned as he thrusted his hips against your mouth, filling your mouth with his seed before slowly pulling out and painting your face with the rest of his cum.

At the sight of you covered in Bucky's cum, Andy forgot about the spanking and the only thing in his mind was chasing his and your orgasm. He knew you were already close by the way your thighs clenched together, "it's okay my love, come for sir. Be the good little cockspur Bucky said you are…," endorphins exploded in your body at Andy's words and the knot in your stomach tore apart resulting in Andy following you suit and painting your walls white with his cum.

You tried rolling over but Andy held you in a tight grip, "Oh, you don't think we're finished yet do you my love?" "Yes, I still have to make you come and squeeze my thick cock in that tight little cunt of yours doll."

yeah I did that. I just ended it here

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Brown Eyed Girl- Part Two

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The Reader finally bucks up enough courage to tell her mom about her situation but in the meantime, her eldest sister overhears and wants to get involved. Eventually, the Reader and Suze escape Cassie's wrath and make their way over to a local clinic, coming up with a plan on how to tell Elliot of her news.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, pregnancy, swearing, angst.

A/n: Hello all, I'm sorry this took so long to get out, I've really been struggling mentally within the last few days and this was just pushed onto the back burner. Now that requests are closed, I'll hopefully be able to relax a bit more.

I hate the fight or flight response.

I hate every body system involved, every hormone release, every physiological response that happens in the quick actions that take place when you’re stressed out beyond belief. Like me now. The clammy hands, pounding heart, the way my eyes seem to be unable to focus on anything around me, the lurching of my stomach every time my lips part to get my mothers attention. Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire, between that and the nausea creeping up my throat, I must look miserable and unbelievably tired.

I had convinced myself an hour ago to get off of the floor of my bathroom, to brush my teeth especially after an hour of leaning over the toilet, and that I needed to go and tell my mom of my predicament.

And then onto my sisters.

I’m not sure how Lexi would respond, maybe excited. Out of all the people in my household, she was the one who’d be the most excited and supportive of me in this situation, knowing that no matter what I choose to do, she’d be there by my side. Cassie on the other hand, she’d get angry. She’d be bitter from her past choices, angry at me for making the choice that she originally wanted to make but then got manipulated and convinced out of her gut decision. Cassie is the type of person to try to live vicariously through my situation and gain all the sympathy and victimize herself in every way possible.

I’m sure I look like an idiot, standing in the doorway of the living room, watching as my mom focuses deeply on her reality show, a small glass of wine in her hands. Not a big enough glass given the circumstances but I’ll work with it. Maybe it’s for the best that she’s a little tipsy, I’m not sure she’d be able to bear this type of information without some anesthesia.

This has to possibly be the biggest bomb I’ve ever dropped on her, exceeding my failed grade in chemistry last year or that one time I saw my dad at the store. This was going to hit her worse than Cassie telling her she was pregnant or Lexi telling my mom that she was dating Fezco, both things that took my mother days to get over. Based on how she reacted to Cassie that day, my mind keeps going over the different ways she can react, anger, silence, ignoring me for days on end, not being a help at all. She helped Cassie but I don’t want the help that Cassie received and that was almost scarier. To tell my mom that I want to keep the baby and I want to involve Elliot, someone my mother truly likes, has me wondering about her true stance on pregnancy, especially at my age. Maybe Cassie’s decision was the simplest for my mom to get over, to move on from, to explain. How does she explain to my family members that, at eighteen, I’m pregnant and that I wanted to be a mom, hoping and praying to be a good one. Stepping into the living room, my mom’s eyes flutter over to me, a happy smile on her lips as she pats the seat beside her.

“Come on! Come watch with me, there’s a lot of juicy drama today.” She chuckles, a tired laugh leaving my lips as I make my way across the room, throwing myself down onto the couch next to her. She wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me to her as I close my eyes, basking in the calmness, a time where my mom is completely ignorant and unaware of the secret that’s growing inside of me as we sit here in calm silence, the television playing quietly in the background. All of her focus was centered on the program, her brows pulled together in concentration as I smile, melancholy and overall feeling sad that this could be the last time where she doesn’t look at me differently.

Counting to three, I finally speak up.

“Mom?” I whisper, barely catching her attention as she glances down at me, looking back at her TV before taking a second look, her eyes flickering over my anxious and tired expression. “I’ve gotta tell you something.” I straighten a bit, leaning back into the couch as I tuck my knees to my chest, reaching up to wipe the tears that have slipped from my eyes without permission. Her brows pull together, concern and anxious worry spreading across her face as she lets out a small, forced laugh.

“Alright, uh, you’re kinda spookin’ me, kid.” She laughs, mirroring me as she folds her legs underneath her. She looks worried, unsure of me as I clear my throat, my hand reaching in my back pocket to pull out the pregnancy test. Taking a deep breath, I hold it out to her, her eyes leaving mine for a split second, flicking down to the test before looking back up at me. “You’re messing with me?” She offers but I shake my head, setting the test down to pull three more out from my pocket, lining them up on the cushion. Her hand reaches up to cover her shocked expression, tears rising to her eyes as I begin my explanation.

“I thought I had the flu.” I whimper, sniffling loudly as she picks up each one of the tests, making sure they’re accurate and indeed real. “I missed my period but didn’t think I could be pregnant because I’m on birth control and I didn’t miss a day or a dose, I promise. I know this is TMI but Elliot always wears a condom since I’m paranoid about this stuff but- mom,” I pause, her eyes locking with mine as a single tear slips down my cheek, “I’m pregnant. I don’t know how.” I shutter, a violent shiver running down my spine as I run my fingers through my hair, tugging a bit as she stutters over her words. “I’m so sorry, mama, I don’t know what happened-” I get cut off by my mom's arms wrapping tightly around my neck, tugging me to her as I break down.

“Do not apologize.” She whispers, cradling the back of my head as the air gets sucked from my lungs, relief filling me at three simple words. “How long have you known?” She asks, quickly pulling away to cup my cheeks, her thumbs brushing away my tears. “Does Elliot know?” She quizzes once more, my head shaking as I take a deep breath in.

“I wanted to tell you and go to the doctors with you before I told him…” I trail off, my shoulders rolling as I try my best to relax, relieved that out of all the ways she could’ve possibly responded, this was way better than I ever could’ve expected. Her eyes are soft as she looks back down at the tests, a soft smile on her lips as she wipes her tears. “I want to keep it, mom. And I know that you went through this with Cassie but I want to keep mine.” I explain, my voice steady as she nods, her hands gripping mine as my eyes flutter shut, the anxious knot in my stomach unraveling a bit at the knowledge that she’s supportive of my decision and choice.

“What’s going on?” A voice startles us from the doorway, our heads turning to see Cassie in the arch, her eyes flicking between our mother and the tests that lay out in front of me. Her jaw drops, her eyes filling with fury as she stomps up to me, collecting the tests in her hands as she gawks at them. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” She screeches, my whole body jumping as my mom rolls her eyes, huffing as she leans back into the seat. “Are you just so desperate for attention that you did this?” She sneers, a tired sigh leaving my lips as a smirk tugs at the corners of my smile.

“Were you desperate for attention when you did it?” I ask, my mom groaning as she puts an arm between us. “I’m keeping it, Cass. So suck it up and move on with your day. This is between Elliot and I.” I reply cooly, folding my arms over my chest as I stare up at her, her eyes wide as tears form quickly, her hateful gaze turning to my mom.

“You’re letting her do this? Fuck up her life?” She laughs bitterly, angry tears trailing down her red, furious cheeks as my mom gasps, sitting up straight in her seat.

“Letting her? No, she’s an adult, you were an adult too and I let you have full choice over what you wanted to do.” My mom argues, my heart swelling with pride, happy that she’s standing up for me so I don’t have to. My eyes flicker over to the doorway once more, Lexi standing there in shock, her eyes almost asking ‘is it true?’ I just nod, knowing that her and I would eventually discuss what’s going on later, listening to Cass argue once more, her voice getting louder as our mom cuts her off. “Just because she’s making a different decision does not make her decision wrong, Cassie!” My mom screams, immediately on her feet as Cassie backs up, her bottom lip wobbling pathetically as she whimpers. Cassie looks at me, her eyes wide and angry as I take deep breaths, trying to remain as calm as possible as my mom steps in front of me, shielding me from Cassie’s anger and potential triggering words.

Cassie could be mean if she wanted to be, picking someone apart psychologically, using their past against them, and making them feel like a complete waste of space if she wanted to.

Right now, I can tell that she wants to do that to me.

But my mom- Suze- would never let her get away with that.

And neither would Lexi.

“Get out Cassie. Stress isn’t good for the baby.” Lexi snaps, taking my mom and I off guard as Cassie turns around, realizing that everyone around her is on my side and not hers, her worst nightmare. She commands every room that she steps into, needing everyone to like her, even if she doesn't like them. She would do anything to get people on her side, manipulate, lie, cheat; anything. So this, this, is more than upsetting to her.

Cassie takes one last look around the room before storming out.

Lexi approaches me silently, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as I let out a sigh of relief, my mom cooing quietly as she rubs my back soothingly. This is the last thing that I needed, anger, yelling, fighting. This was supposed to be a good thing, I wanted- needed- it to be a good thing.

“Alright, let’s make an appointment.”

A few days later, we all made it a day to go out, Lexi, my mom and I. We got coffee, some snacks, and some new comfy t-shirts (that were not necessary) before my appointment, calming my anxiety a bit as we drove over. My phone was still blowing up from texts from a concerned Elliot, believing that I was sick and out of it, not feeling up for company. I felt bad lying to him, I still do, knowing that he deserved to know and that he would soon enough. Lexi and I finally got the time to talk too on the way there and in the waiting room, my whole entire heart being spilled out to her and my mom throughout the whole appointment. It felt good to not only be able to tell them how I’m feeling but also the doctor, who was more than supportive of all of my decisions and concerns.

But even now, with my mom and Lexi waiting in the car, I stare down at my phone and I can’t help but feel all of my nerves return as my thumb hovers over the call button. I need to call him, I need him to know and I need to finally be able to tell him all the things I’ve been thinking about and worrying about between the baby, our future, and his opinions and concerns. I've come up with every possible outcome in my head, ranging from him being disgusted to him wanting to stay with me forever, dropping down onto one knee immediately (as cheesy as that sounds).

Pressing call, I hesitate as I lift the phone to my ear, knowing he would answer within seconds of seeing my name and picture flash across his screen. He’d been begging to just hear my voice or talk to me, missing me beyond belief, those were his words.

“Hiya baby.” His voice soothes my racing heart, my eyes fluttering shut as I feel Lexi and moms eyes on me from the car, knowing that they’re more invested in this than anyone else. “I’ve missed you sweetheart, how are you?” He asks genuinely and softly, my heart breaking in my chest at how happy he sounds to just hear from me.

“Hi sweetheart.” I whisper, taking a deep breath in before sealing my fate. “We need to talk.”

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[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 1

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: some angst ig, light cheating? (not really lol), mingyu is just flirty, female masturbation, mentions of alcohol and weed

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: it’s gonna get spicy soon just trust me ;)

Chapters: Next | Masterlist

30 minutes. That's how long you had spent anxiously perched in front of your computer, waiting for the familiar ring of the video call to echo through the speakers. You cycled between scrolling through social media, checking your reflection in the camera, and debating on whether or not to text Wonwoo. You understood that he was busy; it wasn't unusual for either of you to call a few minutes later than you had originally planned. But Wonwoo had never left you hanging for this long without an explanation. Normally, your mind would begin to fixate on the worst case scenario, but Wonwoo had already cancelled on you the past two weeks because he was busy working.

The loud vibration of your phone against your desk drew you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly picked it up and saw Wonwoo's name glowing across the screen. "Hello?" You answered quickly.

"Hey," Wonwoo's deep voice sounded through the phone. "You're gonna hate me," He chuckled.

"I could never," You replied. You already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.

"I can't FaceTime tonight." He explained. Even though you saw it coming, you couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that weighed heavy on your chest.

Your eyes met with the reflection displayed on the laptop screen. It taunted you, reminding you that Wonwoo's face wouldn't be there to replace it once again. "Well, I would be a lot happier right now if you told me that half an hour ago," You laughed bitterly. Running a hand through your hair, you quietly sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." Wonwoo apologized. His voice was laced with genuine sorrow; you could clearly picture the frown that lined his lips right now. He added after a moment of silence, "I don't wanna keep doing this to you, so I think we should change our date day. I've been working more Fridays lately."

You nodded despite him not being able to see you and hummed in agreement. "What day then?" You asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I still have to figure out my schedule. Just text me what works for you and I'll let you know soon, okay?" He sighed.

"Oh, okay... yeah." Your lips drew into a tighter line with each word he spoke.

"Okay, I have to get to get back to work right now. I'm sorry again." He continued quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The three tones signaled the end of the call, and slowly you pulled the phone away from your ear. Your tired reflection stared back at you. Finally, you shut the computer for the third Friday in a row.

The remainder of the weekend passed and you had barely heard anything from Wonwoo except for the usual good morning and goodnight texts. By the time Wednesday came around, the both of you finally agreed that Saturday could be your new set day for FaceTime dates. You powered through the rest of the week, and on Saturday you excitedly set aside all the work from your classes and waited patiently for Wonwoo to call.

You really missed him. It'd been just over two months now since you last saw him in person, when you moved into your dorm at a university three hours away from the one where you and Wonwoo met. He stayed behind while you transferred to a college with a renowned journalism program. At first, you were hesitant to leave him, but Wonwoo refused to let you give up such a great opportunity just to stay close to him. That was what you loved about him: he wanted to see you be happy and successful.

Situating yourself comfortably on the bed, you pulled up some random Netflix series to entertain yourself while waiting for Wonwoo. You only half paid attention, glancing between the computer screen and your Instagram feed on your phone. Time crawled, and slowly you sunk deeper into the softness of the mattress below.

Cold, small hands shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, disoriented. The series you were watching was still playing quietly. Your roommate, Jisoo, stood next to your bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She stared at you with a raised eyebrow. "You're passed out by 7 on a Saturday night?" A teasing smile was displayed across her face as she shut your laptop.

You suddenly realized that it was an hour past the time that Wonwoo had promised to FaceTime you. Your heart sunk in your chest as you thought about how you probably missed his call without an explanation. You picked up your phone, but quickly noticed the notification for a missed phone call from him, followed by a text that said: I'm so sorry, something came up I promise I'll call you tomorrow.

Jisoo surveyed you for a moment; a more serious expression began to cross her features. She sat down at the bottom of your bed. "Did something happen?"

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your hands. "Wonwoo cancelled on me again," You sighed, "But I shouldn't be mad at him for it. It's not his fault he's busy."

Jisoo tsked and patted your leg through the sheets. "Of course you can be upset! How many times has it been now?"

"This entire month. And he always cancels super late."

She scoffed, "See! That's shitty. If this was the first time it wouldn't have been a big deal. But four times?" She stood up quickly and opened up her wardrobe. "If he wants long distance to work, he needs to have better communication."

"Yeah, I guess." You replied. Jisoo held a black top up to her figure, observing herself in the mirror. "Where are you going?" You inquired.

"A party at the SVT frat. You know any of them?" She explained while changing her outfit.

You had heard of the frat before, but you racked your brain for any of their names and couldn't remember one. "I don't think so."

Jisoo faced you again and smiled. "Well, let's go."

You chuckled, "No way."

She pouted. "Come on. You haven't gone out with me I'm so long. You're in college!" Jisoo begged. "Just this once. You'll have fun."

Jisoo had a point. You really had nothing else better to do besides sit around and mope over Wonwoo ditching you. You let out an exhasperated sigh of defeat, "Fine, I'll go."

"Yes! Go get all cute and dressed up." She cheered.

You emerged from your bed and strolled over to your own closet. "Alright, I'll be quick."

You and Jisoo walked into the party hand in hand. Immediately, the stench of weed and sweat overwhelmed you. Loud music vibrated through the walls of the house and clashed with the sounds of people cheering and yelling. An intense game of beer pong captured the attention of most people in the main room, but you could see a separate crowd gathered in the kitchen too.

"Who do you know here again?" You shouted over the music at Jisoo, not seeing a single person you recognized so far.

She leaned closer to you so you could hear. "Choi Seungcheol. I have a chemistry class with him." She scanned the room and suddenly perked up. "Oh, there he is!" She called his name and pulled you along with her towards him.

He stood against the wall with a red cup in his hand, talking with another tall boy. At the call of his name, he looked over at the two of you and smiled brightly. "Jisoo! I'm so happy you made it." He exclaimed while wrapping his arm around her lower back. Seungcheol watched you with kind eyes as you approached him. "And who is this?" He asked Jisoo.

"This is my roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is Seungcheol." She introduced you both and you smiled and gave a small wave to the two boys.

The other boy flashed you a sweet smile that caused his eyes to form into crescents. "I'm Seokmin. I live here with Cheol." He explained.

All four of you continued to converse casually until Seungcheol pointed to you and Seokmin and said, "Hey, why don't you two go get some drinks? We'll wait here." You swore you saw a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and you quickly glanced at Jisoo to see if she noticed it too, but her expression remained neutral. This was exactly why you strayed away from parties. You wanted to avoid any encounters with flirty, drunk frat boys. But Jisoo, who was basically a mind reader, didn't react, so maybe you were just being overly paranoid.

You nodded and walked over to the kitchen, Seokmin following close behind, and watched as he began to mix some drinks together for the four of you. He let out a frustrated sigh as one of the bottles of liquor reached its end. Seokmin peeked over his shoulder and shouted, "Mingyu! Can you get me the other bottle of vodka?" You perked up at the familiar-sounding name, but couldn't remember where you had heard it before.

A moment later a presence approached you and Seokmin from behind and set the bottle down on the counter. "Now you have to make me one too," The deep voice joked. You turned around and immediately recognized the tall figure.

"Mingyu?" You called out in surprise.

His eyes dragged over and met yours. His face lit up instantly as he recognized you. "Y/N! What are you doing here?" Mingyu laughed.

Seokmin turned around and handed a cup to Mingyu with a raised eyebrow. "You guys know each other?" He questioned.

You grabbed your own cup and took a sip of the bittersweet mixture. "Yeah, we have a digital media class together." You said before smirking at Mingyu. "I didn't think you were the frat boy type."

Mingyu rested his right hand on the counter beside you, almost trapping you in between the wood and his body. "I guess I'm just full of surprises," He replied.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his flirty response. This was a whole new side of him that you had never seen before in class. Granted, he was most likely tipsy and maybe even a bit high, but in class he was usually polite and reserved. He cracked jokes with you sometimes, but you never expected him to be so bold. On top of that, he always had his hair styled back neatly. Now, his dark hair fell over his forehead in messy curls. His skin was sheathed in a light layer of sweat, and the muscles in his arms and chest were suddenly more prominent under his white tee in the dim light of the house. You had to admit, he was ridiculously attractive.

"I'm gonna go give this to Cheol and Jisoo," Seokmin interrupted before leaving the kitchen with both cups in his hands.

Silently, you started behind him and Mingyu walked with you. "So what are you doing here?" He asked again as the two of you rounded the corner and entered the living room.

"My roommate was invited and made me go with her," You told him. You continued to sip your drink, basking in the warm feeling that the alcohol left in your chest.

"Makes sense. I didn't expect you to be a party girl." He teased. His arm slowly snaked around your waist and squeezed your hip lightly. Your skin tingled beneath his touch but you didn't give him any physical reaction, opting to just ignore the grip he had on you.

Your jaw dropped in a fake gasp. "You think I'm boring or something?" You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"I never said that," He responded with a smirk on his lips.

Seungcheol and Jisoo had migrated from the spot where they previously stood, so you scanned the crowded room for the long haired girl. Finally you noticed her sitting close to Seungcheol on the couch. You could see they were laughing about something and considering Seokmin wasn't hovering near them anymore either, you decided to leave them be.

Mingyu noticed where you were looking and raised his eyebrows at you when you turned back to look at him. "Well, I guess my roommate is busy," You rolled your eyes.

You had forgotten about Mingyu's hand on your waist until he squeezed it again. "Good thing you have me then," He bantered. Your skin flushed; you slightly leaned into his touch. It had been so long since you felt someone else's hands roam across your body. You missed the feeling.

Mingyu slowly pulled your body closer to his until your chest was centimeters away. You gulped and dragged your eyes up to meet his. He stared at you intensely, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your breathing hitched as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "You're so pretty," He muttered. It felt like fire had lit up your entire body. Your nerves tingled and your brain felt fuzzy and you hated to admit it but you could feel arousal growing between your legs. Somehow Mingyu pulled you even closer than before and you felt his hard cock brush against your thigh through his jeans. His tongue darted out against his lips and he inched his face towards yours. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered just inches away from you lips.

Guilt imprisoned you as soon as he said those words. They reminded you of where you were, and what you were planning on doing. You closed your eyes and pulled yourself out of his grasp. "I have a boyfriend," You admitted briskly.

Mingyu stared at you in confusion. "What?"

Shame overtook you. Wonwoo had trusted you to remain loyal, and here you were at a frat party, leading on some poor boy from your class.

Mingyu lightly grabbed your wrist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I should've asked-" He started, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry. This is my fault." You apologized and pulled your wrist out of his grasp. You looked at him; he stared at you with a sorrowful gaze. The regret on your face was evident and he knew that he had helped in bringing this guilt upon you.

"I- I have to go do something," You added before turning around and darting towards the door. You didn't bother to turn around or look for Jisoo, you just needed to get out of there as fast as possible. Once you were outside, you inhaled a sharp breath and pulled out your phone to call for an Uber. You waited near the street, sending a text to Jisoo to let her know that you felt sick and went home while you waited.

Eventually the Uber pulled up and you hurriedly sat down and told the driver where to go. You breathed a sigh of relief as they finally pulled away from the frat.

The drive was short, but you spent every one of those few minutes replaying the night's events in your mind. Your flesh still tingled in the places where Mingyu had touched you. Guilt haunted you, but you attempted to lessen that burden by reasoning with yourself. You missed Wonwoo. A lot. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face and of course feeling his touch against your skin. You hadn't been fucked in over two months now, so it was no wonder that any bit of physical affection would have such a strong effect on you. What mattered is that you stopped it before anything happened. You could live with that, you decided. All you had to do now was just clear up things with Mingyu next week, deal with any awkwardness between you two, and focus on Wonwoo.

When you arrived at your dorm, you quickly changed your clothes, cleansing yourself of the faint smell of weed and the remnants of Mingyu's touch. Not long after, exhaustion began to take over your body. You laid down on the bed, not even bothering to check your phone before closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you.

You weren't sure what time you fell asleep, but you awoke some time later and glanced at the clock. 11:54 PM. You stretched your arms behind your head and yawned as you scanned the room. Jisoo was still gone. You closed your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep, but your mind began to race.

You could clearly picture Mingyu's lust-filled eyes staring down at you, his hands running over your waist and pulling you towards the heat of his body. The glow of his skin, the messy curls hanging over his forehead, the fullness of his lips as he asked in his husky voice if he could kiss you—the images and sensations swirled around in your thoughts.

In a half asleep daze, you rubbed your thighs together. Friction built between your legs. You groaned quietly as your mind revisited how you felt when Mingyu's hands were on your body. More arousal began to pool in your heat, your underwear clinging to your wetness.

Languidly, you ran your hand down your stomach and toyed with the hem of your underwear before slowly pulling the fabric down your legs. You imagined Mingyu's sharp eyes staring at you from between your thighs as you ran your fingers through your slick folds. Arousal coated your fingers and you began to rub your clit in slow circles. You pretended that Mingyu's thick fingers were the ones teasing your clit, making your legs jolt each time you pressed the right spot.

You moaned quietly and began to grope your own breast. You squeezed and flicked your nipple, causing a quiet gasp to fall from your lips. You pulled your hand away from your clit and slowly pushed two fingers into your dripping heat. "Mmh, Mingyu," You groaned under your breath. You imagined his deep voice saying the dirtiest things to you as he pumped and curled his fingers into your pussy.

You gasped as you hit a particular spot that made you arch your lower back. You continued pumping your fingers at a fast pace until the knot building in your lower stomach snapped. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a sharp whine as an intense feeling of euphoria washed over your body.

Your body relaxed against the sheets as your heart rate began to slow and exhaustion overtook you once again. You sighed contently and wrapped yourself in your blankets, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

You promised yourself that you would never do that again.

[cognacsip]

A L W A Y S - FUTAKUCHI

A/N: wsup yall, LOL. Here's a glimpse of Chapter 2. Full chapter on my wattpad. ENJOY!

Chapter 1

CONTEXT:

The complexity of childhood friendship is, well, complex. After years of being apart, you never know where you stand with a person. You can learn things about a person all your life but never really understand where they are going or how they really feel. If friendship means being this close to the person you care about, maybe, just maybe, we can tolerate our differences.

**Disclaimer** NOT ALL the characters are mine!!! All rights are from Haikyuu, and a few are made up. The story, however, is mine. Given the context of the characters, the setting has changed to meet what I understand from a school setting. Let your imagination flow! Accuracy is definitely flexible depending on experience.

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Chapter 2

Nova POV

"What are you going to do today after school?" I ask Ami as we put our books into our backpacks.

"Not sure. I was thinking of studying since we have that big test tomorrow."

Today is Thursday, and Thursdays are my mom and Kenji's mom's self-care gathering. They usually pull me into their crazy plans, but I'm not feeling up for it today. Since last month, this test has been haunting me, and I don't want to be distracted by my mom's tipsy slurs.

"Can I come over to study? Kenji's mom is coming over today, and I really don't want to be home," pleading with Ami.

Ami smiles her knowing smile, feeling as if she has some alternative plan, "Yeah, you're welcome to come over whenever!"

What a relief.

"Great! I'll be over after I drop some stuff at home."

Changing the subject, Ami starts, stopping mid-way "I wonder if—"

Before Ami can elaborate further, we begin to hear the whispers of the other students around us. As we try to see what has caused the commotion, sounds of gasp and breathy words surround us.

"Holy—" Ami whispers, and I can tell by her eyes she's shocked.

Turning completely around, I aim to feed my curiosity as I find what the heck everyone is talking about.

There they are. Kenji and Ema come through the doors of the entrance, hand in hand.

A pinch in my stomach starts to form since I've never seen Kenji with another girl. Now that I think about it, Kenji has never mentioned being with or dating a girl. Though he is not obligated to tell me, it's a bit different to see him with someone like that.

Turning around, I ignore how my stomach begins to turn and make my way to class. At this moment, I forgot that Ami was there. Stopping mid-step, I look back to find Ami a few steps behind me. Her eyes meet mine, and they're no longer gleaming with smiles. In fact, they look... almost.. concerned?

"Sorry, I –" I start.

"It's okay," Ami cuts me off, "let's go to class."

Walking through the doors of my homeroom, I head straight to my seat that's next to a nice large window. I love how the sun meets my desk and only my desk. It's a warm feeling that heats the pores of my skin. I could sit in the sun for hours on end and never be tired of it. It's my favorite spot and part of the day.

Pulling out my books, I do the usual to get settled when suddenly a shadow appears in front of me.

Whipping my head straight up, I just about rip this person a new one. That is until I see who it is.

"Um, could we trade seats today?" Ema asks, "I want to sit next to Kenji."

But this is my spot, I think to myself. I don't want to give this up for the mere reason that no other seat gets the same amount of sunlight.

Before I could answer Ema, Kenji's voice could be heard across the room. On the other side, Kenji asks another student to switch seats with him. The side where Ema usually sits. How fitting that both of them are so willing to sit next to each other.

Turning back around, the light on Ema's face grows brighter by the minute. It takes her no time at all to reach her original seat, letting the both of them sit together. At this point, I don't know whether to throw up or throw myself against a wall. Sickening.

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"Mom, I'm home!"

The day could not go by any faster. Kenji and Ema were the talks of the student body. Everyone, even the teachers, could not stop talking about both of them. The captain and the popular girl, the combination is almost too good.

"Mrs. Futakuchi is here!" My mom screams, and I immediately switch back to prim and proper.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Futakuchi," I smile as I take in her appearance. The spitting image of beautiful. Too bad none of that went to Kenji.

Hugging me, Mrs. Futakuchi squeezes the livings lights out of me. I love this woman just as much as I love my mom.

Finally letting me go, Mrs. Futakuchi ask, "Are you hungry? We're about to have early dinner."

Walking towards my room door, I slowly make my way to put my stuff up before heading out, "Actually, I'm alright. I'm about to head to Ami's house to study for our test tomorrow."

Reaching my room, the door pulls open before I can place a hand on it. I'm both in shock and angry that someone would be in my PRIVATE room.

"Where are you going? I thought we were going to study together." The voice echoes from one ear to the other.

Before me stands a 6'0 tall idiot who is standing in the way of the entrance to my room. What the hell is he doing here? What the hell is he doing in MY room?!

"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" I almost scream but contain myself as both of our mom's eyes glue to us.

"I was waiting for you," Kenji responds nonchalantly, "I need help studying."

Keeping my anger at bay, I take a deep sigh before pushing past him to get inside. The fact that he is as big as my door annoys me. The fact that he think's he can be in here at all is annoying.

Wait – where is ...

"Can't you study with Ema?" I inquire.

Suddenly, I can see Kenji's shoulders tense.

"Who is Ema?" Kenji's mom asks. But before she can receive an answer, Kenji slams my door shut, leaving the both of us alone in my room.

[berlinini]

Bringing it full circle, how would you spend your weekend on the farm with the one & only Zayn Malik?

I feel honored to have the question sent back to me and honestly, having read yours, Steph's and Sea's answers, it's pretty hard to come up with something original because we just want to pet the animals with Zayn high af.

But here is my ideal week-end at Zayn's farm:

Zayn picks me up from the airport in a sick Harley Davidson. We ride to the farm, I admire the countryside. It's beautiful and the wind is warm on my skin and I have to hold on tight to Zayn for the whole ride. When we arrive, he removes his helmet and it's like a movie scene, everything is in slow motion and I die a little. Gigi comes out the front door in a dramatic fashion, holding Khai, and I am reminded that God has her favourite and I am not one of them. (But! I'm still at the farm with them so I guess God doesn't hate me either.)

I'm invited inside for a delicious brunch, with all sorts of food on a very beautiful table in a very beautiful house. Everything is beautiful, especially Zayn Malik, and I feel a bit overwhelmed. We eat and talk and laugh. It's great. We're full so we decide to go for a walk. Khai has a little wooden trolley and I get to pull her the whole time. We see the lavender fields and have an impromptu photoshoot. Then we go see the animals and we pet the goats and the lambs and, again, it feels like I'm in a movie.

Khai needs a nap and so does everyone, we decide. I get to sleep on a very comfortable canopy bed on a beautiful terrace that has italian villa vibes (why not). Then we all wake up fresh and ready to PaRtYyYYy. Gigi and Zayn have a handful of close friends over so there's a nice atmosphere. Obviously I'm Zayn's preferred guest so he doesn't leave my side. There's an outdoors bar, near a fire pit. I make some nice cocktails. I successful convert Zayn to drinking negronis. We talk about everything and nothing. Someone calls for tequila shots and I have no choice but to oblige. We get comfortably tipsy and then we start telling some of our weirdest stories, and I try to get Zayn to dish out on 1D, Harry, Louis, the music industry, the grammys, etc. It ends up in a serious conversation about Yellow Metal/Cathartic and we talk about racism, UK class politics, the American political system, Palestine and it gets pretty heavy so at some point someone yells "SHOTS" and we drink again, laughing.

We're starving so we order food and eat in the kitchen messily. Zayn blasts his favourite music and we start doing a chaotic karaoke. I try to sing Lucozade with Zayn but I fail miserably. Then I harass him into singing Better and River Road for me and maybe I pass out a little because it's all too much. Then someone decides that it's time to jump into the pool (all dressed up) and we end up in the jacuzzi. And if I'm looking at Zayn's body tattoos for too long, what about it?

Anyways we go to sleep very tired, very much not sober and very very happy.

In the morning, everything is slow and relaxed and we enjoy being outdoors for a delicious breakfast. We have mimosas by the pool. Khai is learning how to swim. I somehow forgot to bring enough clothes so Gigi takes me in her walk-in closet and we end up trying fifty outfits, taking photos, and, when she's not looking, I steal one of Zayn's shirts as a souvenir (and proof that this isn't a dream).

Later, Zayn tells me he wants to work in the studio for a bit and asks if I wanna join. He shows me around and I get to hear some unreleased songs and some new material. We talk about music, about his career plans, his rap, his favourite collaborators, his label, and all. At some point we're just chilling in the couch and OF COURSE it's time to start blazin'. We're both high af and neither of us is talking, we're just listening to music and chilling. Zayn sings a bit and closes his eyes, laid out on the couch. I take a (long) moment to admire him (respectfully). I'm out of my mind asking myself: is this happening?

Some time later (who knows how much tho as time is irrelevant when you're high), someone comes up and says that my flight is leaving soon and I should start getting ready to leave. I'm devastated. Zayn says I can come back anytime and promises that next time, we'll go fishing together. I ask if I could have matching overalls and he says, of course love. When we say goodbye, he smiles so wide, his eyes light up and he does the little tongue-on-the-teeth smile.

I can't wait to be back.

[moonstruckholland]

Sober (t.h)

Word count: 1,918

Warnings: drinking, fluff, tiny bits of angst

A/N: The second oneshot for Cosmic Souls! I really hope y'all like this 💕 let me know what you think if you do and if you want, you can find the first oneshot in my masterlist 🥰 also, as always, shout out to the amazing @fangirlwithasweettooth for reading this over

It was obvious by the way you were dressed you hadn't originally planned on having Tom over.

Usually, you didn't care much for getting dressed up when you hung out with Tom at your place, opting for a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Not that he ever minded, he loved that you felt comfortable enough to be yourself around him.

Tonight though you had on a pretty floral dress that complimented your skin and more makeup than you usually cared to put on, pops of color and shimmer on your lids that added to the natural sparkle in your eyes.

Tom thought you looked beautiful.

Though, to be fair, there hadn't been a moment since he met you three years ago, in the music history class the both of you were forced to take, where he hadn't thought you looked absolutely stunning.

"So, what exactly happened tonight, love?" He looked up to where you were sitting next to him on the couch, hoping he didn't seem too eager to hear your answer, "You were pretty vague with the details over the phone."

"Fuck, Tommy, it was horrible," you took a sip of your cup, that was mostly filled with vodka, scrunching your nose as the liquid went down your throat, "I had a date tonight with that dude I was telling you about the other day, from my child and family development class."

Tom felt a pang in his chest as he remembered exactly who you were talking about, recalling how you fawned over him while the two of you were having lunch together, mentioning something about wanting to jump his bones.

He felt just as jealous then as he did now, wondering if you'd ever noticed the fact that he would literally do anything for you.

"Not only was he almost an hour late, didn't even bother to warn me, by the way," you rolled your eyes, bringing your cup to your lips again, "He wouldn't stop talking about his ex the whole time, but I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start from when he finally picked me up."

You continued on, taking large gulps of your drink as the details of the story got worse and worse.

Tom followed in your footsteps, drinking more from his cup than he had originally planned when you first handed it to him, each sip helping him refrain from blurting out what he actually wanted to say to you.

It was safe to say by the time you were done talking, the two of you were definitely tipsy.

It was safe to say by the time you were done talking, Tom was definitely buzzed. You on the other hand were on a completely different level, taking shots in between drinks, going harder than Tom had ever seen.

You had just finished your third cup, already working on your fourth one, while Tom had barely taken sips of his third one, figuring it'd be best if at least one of you slowed down.

"How do you manage to find the worst guys to go on dates with?"

You sighed, "I don't know, I just want one actually nice guy to want me, that's it."

'I want you,' is what Tom's thoughts were begging him to say. Instead he gave you a sympathetic smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "You'll have that some day, darling."

You leaned back on the couch, sadness overcoming your features, "I wish there were more guys like you, Tommy."

He barely had time to register your words, his head fuzzy from the alcohol, before you distracted him with an awkward cough, mumbling something about it being too warm.

"Maybe you should take that as a sign to take a break."

Just like that the sadness washed away, replaced with a wicked smile, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm only getting started."

Tom rolled his eyes, getting up from the couch with a groan and walking over to the fridge to get a couple of water bottles and the bag of chips on the kitchen counter, knowing you'd have the worst hangover if he didn't get some food and something non-alcoholic in your system.

He brought them over to you, handing you the bottle and putting the chips on your lap, "Eat something please, darling."

"Don't wanna eat," you shook your head stubbornly, "I wanna dance."

Before Tom could protest, you downed the rest of your cup before jumping up and grabbing his hand, pulling him up with you. "C'mon, dance with me, Tommy, please."

"But there's no music."

Tom expected you to do the easy thing and connect your phone to your Bluetooth speakers and play one of the dozens of playlists you had on Spotify, instead you caught him off guard by belting out the lyrics to What Makes You Beautiful.

He couldn't help the laughter that bursted from him as you started swaying and twirling while you sang.

It was totally ridiculous, but Tom found himself singing along with you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close so you could sway together.

After a while you stopped singing and put your head on his chest, making his heart hurt. He wished this was more than what it was, more than him comforting you after a bad date.

Tom tried not to dwell on his negative thoughts, deciding to just close his eyes, lay his head on top of yours, and enjoy having you close to him like this.

He got lost in you, the feeling of your hands in his and the way your body was pressed against him, so close he could smell the scent of your favorite perfume.

He'd been close to you so many times over the years, but something about this was inherently different, more intimate than you'd ever been before.

There was nothing he wanted more than to stay in this moment, in your embrace, for the rest of the night and honestly he would've if you hadn't somehow tripped over his feet, resulting in the two of you falling back onto the couch.

You landed on top of Tom, drunken giggles escaping your lips, "Are you okay?"

"I'm cutting you off for the night," he huffed, making you laugh even more as you attempted to apologize.

You rolled off of him after a moment, your chest rising rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. It took everything in him not to pull you back, his body aching for your warmth as soon as it was gone

"I think...it's time for bed."

"Good idea," Tom stood up, holding out his hand to help you do the same.

"Will you pretty please carry me? I have jelly legs."

Tom couldn't help rolling his eyes at you, "Jelly legs from what? You're the one that fell on me."

"Please?" You pouted, "Because you love me?"

'I really do.'

If he had wanted to, he would've put up a fight, but deep down he knew he would do anything you asked of him. You had him completely wrapped around your finger.

"Fine," he said, pretending to be annoyed, as if he hadn't already decided he would carry you the second you asked him to.

He hooked one arm underneath your legs, the other under your back, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to your bedroom.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Tommy," you said softly as he laid you down, pulling your blanket over you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll always be here to take care of you."

'I'd do anything for you.'

He was about to leave your room and pass out on the couch, when you grabbed his arm, "Stay with me? Please?"

He nodded, wordlessly crawling under the covers beside you.

You turned over so you were facing him, your hands in between you, just barely touching Tom's, an unreadable expression on your features.

"What are you thinking about?"

You shook your head, "It's so dumb."

He gently nudged your leg with his, "Tell me, darling."

"I-fuck, okay," you looked down, suddenly very interested in the pattern on your blanket. "I swear there wasn't a moment tonight where I hadn't wished I was with you."

"After what you told me, I wish I was there too."

"No, Tommy, you don't get it," you chewed your lip nervously, looking everywhere but at him, "I don't just feel this way about this date, it's every date."

Your words weren't really clicking in Tom's head and he was starting to think the alcohol was having more of an effect on him than he originally thought.

"I want you to be the one to pick me up and take me to dinner. I want to hold your hand when we go to the movies," you voice got lower the more you talked and you shyly peeked up through your lashes to gauge Tom's reaction, "I want to kiss you and murmur how much I love you against your lips."

Tom's heart was beating hard against his chest, the sound so loud in his ears he could barely hear you.

He couldn't believe it. Were you really saying the words he's been wanting to hear since the day he met you?

If his head wasn't buzzing with a million different thoughts, he probably would've kissed you or at least said a few coherent sentences but all he could manage to blurt out was, "You love me?"

Something in you seemed to switch, your words stuttering and your eyes widening with shock as you realized exactly what you just said to Tom.

"Shit. I-I'm so drunk," you turned over, your back now facing him, "I, um, I'm tired. I need to go to sleep."

"Y/n-"

"No, Tom, it's okay. Please just Forget I said anything."

He laid there in complete silence, his eyes glued to your back as he contemplated what he should do, if he should say anything or do as you said and put tonight behind him.

'Don't be an idiot, tell her.'

"Y/n?"

You didn't say anything for a moment too long, making Tom's stomach clench. What if you were asleep and he missed his chance completely?

"Yeah, Tommy?" You said so quietly Tom could barely hear you.

"I love you too."

He felt like he was going to be sick as he waited for you to say something or just do anything to let him know you hadn't suddenly changed your mind.

Tom was starting to wonder if you heard him or maybe you just didn't care when you reached behind your back and grabbed his arm, pulling it towards you. You laced your fingers through his as you brought his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

He let out a breath of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding before hesitantly scooting closer to you, closing up the little space between you.

Once again Tom found himself in a position he'd been a million times, wrapped up in you, but the air had changed and it was almost like it was the first time.

In the back of his mind he knew there was a chance you were only saying this because of the alcohol in your system, but he pushed the thought away, and nuzzled his face into your hair before closing his eyes, hoping you'd still mean what you said when the sun came up.

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Girls Trip {Erik fic}

Warnings: 18+, smut.

{reader goes on a cruise with her girls during winter break post-breakup & meets Erik when she needs him most. The intro to a series. I hope that y'all enjoy this long ass intro x}

“Told you you'd like it! We know what you need.” your friend Lynelle says as you and your other 2 best friends step into the lobby of the ship.

Your original plan was to stay home and catch up on much needed sleep and netflix binge watching during Winter Break but Khadijah, Tasha , and Lynelle (Lennie)  had other plans.

They could never get on the same page to go on a proper vacation but the one time you wanted to be left alone they've decided to get it together. 

2 plane rides and now you're here on a cruise on the way to 'paradise'.

The last few weeks went by in a blur while you were buying bikinis, trying to contain your emotions, and leaving behind your frozen over city for Bali.

You'd be lying if you said that you weren't a little excited to be leaving behind a terrible end to a 4 year relationship.

“Girl I just paid 12 dollars for Netflix this month. I planned on staying home and re-watching The Get Down. I need to at them and ask them when they're gonna add Crooklyn." You say as your phone begins to go off. 

"Uh-uh, just cause your man had community dick don't mean you gotta feel like you did something wrong. You are the sweetest and most caring person I know and gave everything you had for that man. You are a strong beautiful talented black woman. You run your own business and don't need his ass for nothing. And if I were into girls I would've been shot my shot back in the 7th grade. Now, we gon' get tipsy, dance the night away in 23$ dollar heels, and find a fine ass beard to rid-"

You quickly cut off your best friend by answering your mother's call. You held onto Khadi's hand to let her know that her support means everything to you.

"Hey Mama. Yes I made it safe and sound." You say into the phone as you shake your head and laugh at your girls. 

"HEY MA " Khadi says waving as she smiles at the woman on the other side of the phone she's known for over half her life. 

"Hello Khadijah, are you behaving yourself ?" She asks as Khadi shakes her head with her tongue sticking out.

"MY GIRL." Your mother says as they both laugh and point at each other through the screen. 

"I'll talk to you later, enjoy yourself baby. Sometimes a little fun and laughter is the cure for heartache. Love you, be safe." She says before ending the video call.

"Alright , we all meeting up for the foam pool party after the tour right? Cause I need to shower and stuff first." You say as everybody agrees

An hour or two later you were standing in front of the hotel mirror giving yourself a pep talk in your new bikini. You eyed your reflection as you tell yourself that somebody son is gonna love on your fupa, and the 3 years wasted with Derrick isn't going to matter anymore. 

"Knees. Knees. Come on knees." Khadijah yells as Lennie and Tasha  drop it low and make it clap as a chorus of 'ayyeeee' erupts in the elevator. 

You make your way down to the lobby with the girls after throwing back a few shots in Lennie's room. You past by a group of other girls in the elevator and they were blasting Cash Shit from their phone. 

"Link up with us later." Paris says from the other group before moving over to the party already happening. 

The drinks are flowing through your system and Tasha is filming you for the gram as you sing along to the music. You accidentally trip backwards onto a man behind you before immediately apologizing and giggling.

"You good mama." He says as he catches you with one hand and the other still holding his drink. Without missing a beat he twirls you to the beat so that you can play it off. 

"What's the nigga name?" He asks as he takes another sip of his drink and tries to act like he ain't see you watching the suds slide down his scarred and chiseled chest to his happy trail.  

"Excuse me?" You ask confused as he flashes his gold fanged grill and cock his head towards the phone in Tasha's hand as she gives you a quiet  'oooh shit okay'. 

"The one you tryna prove a point to. Only name that matters now though is Erik." He says as he grinds against you and move your braids to your other shoulder. 

"Alright Erik, lemme see if you can keep up then." You tease him as you begin to whine on him and ride the beat as he keeps up behind you. You realize you have an audience now with his boys glancing over at you and your girls watching him. 

His hand holds you in place before he asks if it's alright if he kissed you. You nod before you know it his soft ass lips are on yours. He pulls at your bottom lip slightly while you continue to whine on him. 

"Thank you for the dance." You say before you place one final kiss to his lips as the song ends.

You walk over to Tasha before grabbing her hand and leaving to find Lennie and Khadijah 

You knew he was still standing there watching you walk away you turned to give him a look over your shoulder with a raised brow.

"Stop watching my booty" you mouth at him jokingly 

"YOU CAN'T EVEN BLAME ME. ITS FAT AS FUCK." He yells back to you over the music.

After an hour of dancing and having a good time with friends you only checked your phone once to find 3 messages from Derrick begging you to call him then two talking about how disappointed he was with you.

You stepped out onto the upper deck to tell him to stop calling you and ruining your good time. 

"I can do what I want. I'm fucking grown. All you ever did was sit at home on your ass and criticize me for every damn thing I did. I made sure you were happy when I wasn't even okay… And fucking my cousin was your way of showing me you loved me huh? Don't call me no more and stop calling my mama asking her about me too. " You yell into the phone before hanging up.

You stand there staring out at the ocean for a moment. Trying to breathe deeply and ground yourself so that you don't cry.

"You good?" You hear a voice call from behind you.

"What, you following me now?" You ask Erik as he pulls up one of the lounge chairs to sit next to you and light his blunt. 

"Nah, not at all. I came out here to smoke and chill. All that going on in there really ain't my scene. My boys got me to come here. They got white boys in there doing backflips off the balcony and shit. I probably would've still been at work right now." He say as he exhales and leans back against the lounge chair. 

You laugh softly before shaking your head. 

"That's how I ended up here. I was planning on spending Christmas and The New Year at home with my family. But my friends had this surprise for me to ring in the new year in Bali. And now here I am. I'd still rather be watching Godfather of Harlem. I gotta catch up." You say sitting next to him in the lounge chair. He instinctively wraps his arm around you letting you lay your head on his shoulder.

Granted, it probably seemed weird as hell to be cuddling with somebody you just met and barely knew but to both of you it just felt right in the moment.

"Godfather of Harlem ? That show is my shit. It's slept on forreal… If you ever in Oakland you should stop by sometime. I run a museum based on preserving black art and culture." He scrolls on his phone until he finds some of the pieces and shows it to you. But the main thing that stood out was Stevens Black Art & History: for the culture. 

"Erik Stevens?" You gasp and sit up to get a good look at him

"Yeah , why you looking like that? What's up?" He questions

"Oh my fucking God. We was best friends back in the day. It's me, look, minus the bifocals, braces, and that James Brown bob my mama gave me damn near every day." You say and he stares at you in awe for a second. 

"Damn it's really you." You says quietly as he runs his thumb over your cheek imagining you the way you looked in 5th grade.

You loved Erik growing up and spent almost all of your time together but after his father died you didn't get to say goodbye. He was taken into the system and after that you heard that he was in the military doing who knows what. You tried to find him but after a while it was no use. You couldn't believe how different he looked now. He looked tired down by the woes of life but still as beautiful as the day you met him.

" 'Member this?" You ask as you fish your out of the pocket of your cover-up and start playing Best Friend by 50 Cent. 

You watched as he looked up at you standing up to dance. You pull him up too as he puts out the blunt while laughing and stepping with you. 

"If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time. Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine?" You sing to him as he twirls you around 

"First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin. If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin. I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear. Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair. For me a different scenery just mean a different position. In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen. In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club. I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love. But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know. Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those. See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes. With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine. If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies. But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why. When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy. Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly." He raps effortlessly while kissing softly on your neck and all those memories start flashing back to you as you sway with him.

"Damn you still remember all the lyrics to our song." You say to him as you look over to see your girls and some of his friends.

"You out here ?  Bitch! I thought I was gonna have to do an interview on First 48 for yo ass. I was gon' drop a raft over to come find you. You know I can't swim and I don't got my floaties with me." Khadi says as she walks in with Tasha and Lennie . 

"I'm sorry I came out here for fresh air and then ended up literally finding my fuckin childhood best friend. Before the baddest bitches on the planet came to be. There was THEE duo. Everybody meet Erik."

After everyone got to know each other. Y'all brought the party to the secluded little upper deck with the perfect view of the ocean. You had drinks , music, and good company almost enough to forget about the whole situation back home. 

"Girl you know I love you but my feet hurt and Sebastian said he gon' rub em" referring to the man she currently had her arms around. 

"Alright , we'll meet up in the morning for breakfast" you tell them before giving them kisses goodbye and heading out with everybody. 

Tasha and Lynelle were currently singing to each other and sharing cute kisses off to the side. You couldn't help but to smile and think of how true love must feel. To love and be fully loved back like that.

You were standing in front of your opened room door when you realized that his room is across from yours but he had no plans of sleeping in it.

"Uh-uh. Who said you were invited in?" You ask Erik with your index finger on his chest. 

"I thought you said you wanted to watch Netflix? We can order room service and everything. Whatever you want" he says to you licking his lips and closing the gap between the two of you. 

"I want to forget. I want to have fun. I want to feel loved and appreciated for once. That would be nice." You say quietly as he takes his hand in yours. Pressing small kisses to each of your knuckles.

He hesitates for a moment before leaning in to kiss you slowly. He held your face in his hands as he continued to back you into the room kicking it closed with his foot. 

 "I'm glad that we found each other. After all of this time. " You say to him in between kisses

"Believe it or not I kept that picture of us. The one your mama took of us at the zoo next to the monkeys. I took it with me on tour everywhere. Right next to my mama's picture in my wallet. I never lost a battle. I made it home in one piece. Shits wild." He said zoning out for a moment like he was going somewhere else. 

"Heyyy." You call softly. You move his hands from your waist 

" I've got you." You whisper to him before leading him to your bed and laying him back. 

You wrap your arms around him almost cuddling him as you lay your head on his chest while listening to his heartbeat and sitting on his lap. 

You place a soft kiss to his lips before moving away from the bed to change, settling on a large shirt and nothing else. 

Erik followed suit and just stripped to his boxer briefs before you come back to the bed carrying soda , your laptop, and snacks. 

"And before you ask. Yes, I packed my laptop because work never stops, and yes I packed snacks because I can't find Takis out here." You say chuckling softly while he shakes his head laughing softly. 

You both settle into a comfortable position before loading up the movie. You settled on Nappily Ever After but it wasn't long before he was softly kissing on your neck with his hand under your shirt.

"Gonna eat it from the back. That's cool with you" he mumble into your ear.

If that's cool with me? BIH, I'm trying to let you give me twins. Triplets even. Play it cool. Play it cool . You thought to yourself before saying a silent apology to your girl Sanaa Lathan as you quickly moved the laptop to the bedside table.

"Damn she pretty." He says before kissing each cheek and gripping the back of your thighs. You knew what was coming next as your hands found the headboard and arched your back.

You can feel his tongue begin to explore the back of your thighs to your folds as he bends you forward. 

You hiss softly as his hand began to roam. You looked back at him as his fingers enter you. He begins to slowly and deeply work you open for him. You knew that you were dripping at this point and couldn't contain how loud you're being.

You can hear him let out a groan as he gets his first taste. Before you know it he's devouring you like you're his favourite meal and is completely in his element. His hands are massaging over your cheeks while he suckles your clit and then slides his tongue in. You begin to work your hips down onto it as he's on his knees behind you. His fingers massaging skillfully over your clit. 

"That's how you want it? It's all for you." You egg him on shakily as you reach back to grab at his dreads knowing that you're nearing your orgasm. You thought you were seeing stars but the audacity of this man bringing his hand down hard across your left then right cheek and then the pom-pom itself, did it.

Your toes curled and your head was tilted back as you continued to ride his face and the orgasmic wave crashed over you so hard it took your breath with it. 

You called out his name speaking in all types of broken Xhosa as he begin to lap you up and savour your taste. 

When you stopped shaking he sat back on the bed, proud of himself as he licked his lips. 

You turned to face him and he wasted no time continuing to massage you.

But what you hadn't realized during changing you accidentally dialed Derrick. Who's now on the other end, yelling into the phone 

{to be continued! I hope that it was alright!}

[leelee10898]

Born to love you: This kiss (4/?)

Leo & Alicia

A closer look at how these two came to be, and all the moments in between. If you haven't read the original when Leo met Alicia, you should do so as some moment coincided with each other. Find this and other adventures HERE

This is from the CGW(CORDONIANS gone wild) AU. A collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself.

A couple days had passed since their kiss. Leo had agreed to participate in a charity motocross event so he was not around, leaving each of them time to think about it.

There was a gala for disaster relief in portavia, Alicia and Anitah would be meeting in the boutique to find a dress and then they were meeting Drakes girlfriend pam for lunch.

She walked through the halls in a daze, that kiss still heavy on her mind. Her feet on autopilot as they carried her to the boutique. She walked inside, Anitah already there.

“Hey, you ok? You look tired.” Anitah arched her brow.

“Oh. Yeah i'm fine. Just some stuff on my mind that's all.”

They browsed through the racks grabbing putting a few gowns aside to try on.

“So, what did you and Leo do the other day?” Anitah spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Oh, we went for lunch and then he took me to the beach."

“The private beach?” Anitah stopped looking up at Alicia.

"Ah yeah, he said they hold the beach party there during the regatta." She continued browsing the racks.

“Yes!” Anitah smiled at the memory. “Then they have the beach party afterwards. Liam took me to this place there during the social season.”

"It wasn't a waterfall, was it?" Alicia furrowed her brow.

“It was,” she grinned.

“The Forgotten Falls.” they said at the same time. Anita's eyes went wide as Alicia's face lit up

" I don't think ive ever seen anything so beautiful in my life."

“Yeah, it’s amazing! Did you jump off the cliff?” Anitah asked, now suspicious.

"we did. For, um scientific purposes." She blushed at the memory of their almost kiss.

“Mmhmm,” Anitah gave her a knowing look.

"What? I know that look Anitah. Whatever is going through that head of yours,  NO."

“I’m thinking that you’re full of shit and you’re crushing on Liam’s brother. That’s what I’m thinking.”

"I am not. He's a cool guy Anitah, we are friends that's all. We jumped off a cliff, And yes, he told me about the legend." She crossed her arms in defense.

“Oh, you mean the legend that if two _lovers_ climb to the top of the waterfall and jump in together, they’ll get the blessing of the lady of the waterfall. But yeah...you’re just friends...” she rolled her eyes.

"Hey, it was my idea. We aren't lovers and never will be. So in theory there's nothing to bless."

“Ok...so did anything happen while you were at the lovers waterfall as just friends?” she questioned.

"No, nothing happened at the waterfall. Liam called and we went back to the palace to change. We snuck out but um, Madeline caught us."

Anitah eyed her curiously. “Nothing happened....”

"Nope, not at the falls or the bar we went to." Alicia avoided eye contact. Anitah was good at getting things out of her.

“You’re not looking at me...which means either something really did happen...or almost happened...and you’re not telling me.”

"We almost kissed, twice.” She blurted out.  “But liam called the first time. And then my mom the second."

“I knew it!!” Anitah shouted

"Were just friends. Nothing is going to happen between us, so wipe that smirk off your face crazy lady. I'm leaving in a few weeks remember."

“Keep telling yourself that.” Anitah smirked.

They found their dresses and had them taken to their respective rooms and headed to the Capitol for lunch. They walked into the restaurant, Pam already waiting. “Hey pam.” Anitah hugged her “This is my best friend from back home Alicia. Alicia this is Pam, she's Drake's girlfriend.”  Alicia smiled “Hi pam. Nice to meet you.” pam held out her hand to shake it “A friend of Anitahs is a friend of mine, we hug.”

The ladies spent lunch laughing and talking about wedding plans. Anitah wanting them all to get together to look for bridesmaids dresses. She would have loved to go to New York to look for her dress and the bridesmaids dresses, but cordonia would have to do. “So  Alicia, will you be bringing a date to the wedding?” Pam asked. “Oh, no. I will be flying solo.” her answer causing Anitah to snicker, Alicia gave her a pointed look. “Don't let her lie, she will be Leos date. I'm calling it now.” She giggled.

“Oh. Are you and Leo seeing each other?” pam grinned.

“No. We are just friends. Anitah here seems to think that I have some huge crush on him.”

“You dont almost kiss your friends.” Anitah snorted.

Alicia rolled her eyes focusing on Pam “So. How long have you  and Drake been dating?”

Pam filled her in on her and Drake's relationship. Pam and Anitah instantly hit it off when she came to council Regina after Constantine had passed, Alicia also seemed to get along well with her. Drake and pam would be at the Gala that night, so Anitah made arrangements for Alicia to sit with them.

Later that evening Alicia sat with Pam and Drake. Drake sat back enjoying his whiskey while Pam and Alicia shared stories of their home towns and growing up. The ladies deciding to have a few drinks to take the edge off especially being it was Alicia's first event. “Can I ask you a question?” Pam leaned in whispering.  “Sure, i'm an open book.” Alicia giggled tipsy. “Anitah seems to think you like Leo. Any truth to that?”

Alicia took a sip of her drink “Wellllll.” she drug the word out. “I may have a tinsey little crush on him. He's fucking hot.” she said a little louder. “Whos hot?” Drake whipped his head towards the women. “You are baby. Were just making small talk.” Pam kissed his cheek,  grabbing his legs a little closer to his crotch. He shot her a warning look as he focused on his drink. “sorry. That was a little loud.” Alicia giggled. “No shit.” pam snorted. “So, you almost kissed him? Do you see anything happening there?”

“Wellllll. I may not have been totally honest about that.” Pam looked at her waiting for her to finish.  “We did almost kiss, twice. But um we. Kinda. Did kiss. Later that night.” Alicia bit her lip.

“And you didn't tell Anitah?” Pam blurted out.

“No. I wanted to, but she would have read more into it than what it was. Which was just a kiss.”

“You sure that's all it was?” Pam shot her a look.

“Yes. That's all it can be. I am more of a relationship kind of girl. He is not a relationship guy, and i'm here temporarily you know?”

Pam nodded “And have you talked to him about it since?” “No.” She shook her head. “He's away on some charity race.”

The staff carried away their dinner plates as the music began to play, people filling the dance floor.  “But if he wasn't, would you talk to him about it?”

“Yeah. I would.” Alicia quickly answered.

“Well, looks like you're gonna get the chance, because he just walked in.” Pam pointed towards the door.

“Fuck. Don't let him see me.” Alicia squeaked ducking down under the table.

“Alicia, what the hell?get up here” Pam whispered, Drake arching his brow at the women.

“Hi Pam, Walker. How are you guys tonight?” Leo asked as he approached the table. “Hi Leo. Good to see you again.” Pam politely greeted. “Rhys. What brings you over here?” Drake grunted as pams hand slipped up his leg, trying to distract him from the fact Alicia was under the table. “Well, you know Anitah's friend Alicia? I Was told she was sitting back here.” He looked around.

“Oh she's, YIKES.” Drake gasped as pam gripped his cock as he kicked his leg out, connecting with Alicia's ass.

“Ouch, fuck.” Alicia jumped up banging her head on top of the table.  

Leo gave the two a puzzled look as he leaned down lifting the table cloth.

Alicia crawled out “Sorry pam, I couldn't find it.”

“Oh. That's ok, thanks for looking.” pam played along.  “Find what? What were you doing under the table?” Leo questioned, amused.

“Oh. Ahhh. Pams contact.she ah, lost it” Alicia quickly answered.

“Huh? Pam didn't loooooohh.” Drake gasped again as pam firmly gripped his now hard length.

“Drake seems to be having a little bit of an issue. Come on Drake, let's go outside for some air.” Drake and pam stood swiftly making their way to the exit. Leaving Leo and Alicia standing there awkwardly.  

“Ah Hi.” she looked to the ground, biting her bottom lip.

“Hi. Dance with me?” He asked. She nodded her head and took his hand onto the dance floor. “I thought you were at a race.”

“I was, I finished early and rushed back here in time for the gala.” he spun her around. “How come?” they effortlessly glided across the room. “Well, it was your first gala, I wanted to be here so you weren't alone.” She blushed “Oh. Well that was sweet of you.” he twirled her around again as he led her across the floor.  “Wow, you're a really good dancer.”

“Thanks. I took lessons as a kid, and even now.” she smiled sheepishly.

“You take lessons now?”

“Yep. Mostly pop and hip hop. I took tap, jazz and ballet as a kid. Got into ballroom in my early teens and even into adulthood.”

“Wow, you're just full of surprises. I can't seem to fully figure you out.” He chuckled.

The song came to an end, they stood on the floor, looking into each other's eyes. “I think we need to talk. About the other night.” She spoke up, afraid if she stared any longer into those piercing blues, she wouldn't be able to stop what would inevitably happen.

They agreed to meet in Leos quarters after she quickly changed. They sat on the couch, picking a movie. “So, the other night.” He said.

“Yeah. Leo, it was amazing.”

“ but?” she gave him a polite smile.

“But I don't think it's a good idea to complicate things.”

“I'm not sure how kissing complicates things.”

“Well, kissing Generally leads to other things, and that would just be a fucking mess.”

“What other things?” He grinned.

“Fucking, Leo! I'm not going to fuck you. And if I kiss you again, I'm pretty sure im gonna wanna.” She shouted.

“So what you're saying is you want to fuck me?”  he shot her a sly smirk.

She threw her head back and groaned.  

“Im saying we need to keep this strictly friends. No kissing or anything else. Just hanging out, as friends. Ok?”

“Ok. Ok. Anything you want love.” he smirked again.

The man made her weak in the knees. That damn smirk, those bright blue eyes. She couldn't let her guard down, because if she did, she knew she was a goner. Those soft amazing lips of his, that kiss still heavy on her mind. She forced herself to push the thoughts out.

They started the movie and sat there eating popcorn. Each stealing glances at each other.  About ¾ way through the movie Alicia dozed off, Falling into Leos lap. He smiled as his hand gently stroked her hair.

He enjoyed this, hanging out, watching movies or tv together.  Having dinner together or breakfast. He would be lying if he said it wasn't something he could get used to, but he just couldn't bring himself to want a relationship. The entire time he was gone during the charity race his thoughts were of her, and getting back to the palace to see her.

He stood up grabbing a blanket and pillow, laying her back on the couch, Just like a few days prior. He went into his room laying down, the exhaustion of being awake for the past 24 hours washing over him, he passed out.

He started to stir the next morning somewhere in between sleep and awake. He swore he could smell her shampoo, her perfume still on his pillow. He held it tighter “mmmm that's nice.” he softly moaned as he started to drift back to sleep.

“Leo. Oh Leo. Yes.” His eyes flew open at the sound. He wasn't hugging his pillow, it was her. She was laying in his bed, pressed up against him. And moaning his name? He could feel his length growing. “Shit. shit. shit” he groaned as he tried everything to make it stop.

He tried to move but she grabbed his shirt pulling him against her lips. He froze for a moment, not sure what to do. But as soon as he felt her tongue slide between his lips, he melted into the kiss. The kissing slowed her eyes popped open. Frozen in horror as a pair a blue eyes stared back.

“Oh my god.” she gasped. “What happened?”

“I don't know? I woke up and you were there.” he panicked. “And then you moaned my name and grabbed my shirt kissing me.”

She stood up pacing the floor. “how did this happen again? I didn't moan your name.” she snapped.

“You did. I heard it and then. He looked down, his length fully erect.” he grabbed a pillow placing it over his stiff cock.

“Were you. Having a sex dream?”

She opened her mouth to speak, snapping it shut again.

She was having a sex dream about him. And it was amazing.

“Leo I.” She was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door.

“Leo, you in there?”

“Shit, its Liam. Just, stay here.” Leo panicked as he closed the door and ran to answer Liam.

Alicia paced in the room. What the hell was going on? How did she keep ending up in his bed? And that dream, what was that about. Did she want him? God she knew she did, but she couldn't, she didn't do flings.  Something about Leo made her want to throw caution to the wind.

Liam left Leo stood there frozen. What just happened? He left her on the couch, asleep. Just like he did a few days ago. And then he wakes up and shes in his bed. Only this time she's dreaming of him, and then kissed him. And that kiss, it was brief but so much passion behind it. God he wanted her, so bad. He couldn't deny it anymore. He took a deep breath and walked back into the room.

“What did he want?” She asked.

“Pack a bag. Were going to New York.”

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