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Dear God Get Out
jason todd x reader
aka not a moment of privacy
warnings: mild sexual activities, more people than jason would ever want in your apartment during those times
The second Jasonâs through the door his arms are out, seeking to pull you into him. You let him engulf you in his arms without thought, this being the first time youâve seen him all day.
âMissed you,â He mumbles into your shoulder.
You hum and rake your fingers through his hair. âI know. Missed you too.â
He pulls back to look at you and holds your neck gingerly in his hands. âYouâre good?â
âYeah, Iâm good.â You nod and kiss his collarbone softly, wrapping your hands around his forearms. He gives your forehead a kiss and walks you backwards to the couch, leaning down over you until you have to sit.
He follows you down and kisses your lips and guides you backwards to lay. He drapes himself over you, inserting himself between your legs. He refocuses his attention to your neck, and sucks at a very particular spot below your jaw that you know he targeted on purpose.
âOkay, thatâs not fair.â You breathe out, halfway to a sigh.
âNo? How âbout this?â
He nips at you, startling you to a near moan. Your reaction only encourages him, as he holds your jaw and tilts your head to the side for more access.
He slips his hand under your shirt, grazing the skin underneath. He leaves open kisses all across your collarbone, trailing them down your stomach once he has your top off and strewn half away across the room.
You stop him, pulling him back up to you for a kiss. He furrows his brows at first, only understanding when you start to pry at his shirt too. He removes it for you, tossing it with startling accuracy right by yours.
He resumes kissing down your body, hands trailing down your sides along with him. He peppers kisses on your thighs and hooks his fingers into the seam of your underwear, readying to remove them.
Itâs almost astonishing how silently he'd managed to open the window only to stumble and flail his way to the floor.
The sudden clatter scares the hell out of both you and Jason, who jumps to a stand immediately.
âTim!â
âEvening. Dâyou guys still have anyâoh.â Tim finally regains his coordination and stands up to see you sprawled out on the couch, bra and underwear your only cover.
His eyes go to the floor real quick and Jason lets out an exasperated sigh, looking around for something nearby to cover you up with.
ââyou know, wait up means wait up!â
Oh good, Dickâs here too.
You sit up quickly and try to cover yourself with your arms, though thereâs not much of a difference you can really make.
Dick ducks in from the fire escape and lands significantly more gracefully than his counterpart had.
It takes him no time at all to assess the room and see you, knees to chest on the couch, trying very hard to appear as though youâre not half naked. Takes him even less time to see Jason, standing in front of you, fuming.
âOh. OopsâŠâ
Jason chucks the tv remote at Dick and uses the distraction to pull you up from the couch, pushing you behind him. His massive frame is more than enough to cover what his brothers have no business seeing.
âGet the fuckââ
And just for good measure, Damian jumps down next and crouches in the window.
âJesus Christ,â your boyfriend mutters, hands covering his face in exasperation.
Damian takes one glance at the room and grimacesâTimâs eyes are glued to the floor, Dickâs acting as though thereâs something very interesting on the ceiling, and Jasonâs shirtless. He canât quite see you behind Jason, though he doesnât need to in order to guess what heâd just walked in on.
âUgh, seriously Todd? Thatâs disgusting.â
You let your forehead hit Jasonâs back, thoroughly embarrassed. He reaches back to caress your waist, and you know somewhere in that action thereâs a reassurance that heâs going to get them out as soon as humanly possible.
âYeah, seriously. This is our apartment, demon brat. Get out.â
âMaybe we should come back laterâŠâ Dick suggests, more awkward than in his usual character.
Jason glares up at the heavens. âOr never.â
âAt least keep it in the bedroom, you animals.â Damian chastises.
Jason suddenly wishes he hadnât thrown the remote so soon. âOur apartment.â
He looks back at you without moving the shield of his body, eyes apologetic. You meet gaze and turn your head to rest your cheek on him instead, your own hidden meaning of reassurance. Itâs fine.
You canât see them but you hear a shuffle and hope to god itâs not another vigilante.
You place a hand on Jasonâs lower back and peer around his shoulder, seeing Tim turned back around towards the window and trying desperately to get Damian to move out of the wayâDamian, seemingly having no regard for Timâs urgency.
Youâre not quite sure if itâs over discomfort or embarrassment in seeing you so undressed, or if itâs because his self-preservation kicked in when he saw the look on Jasonâs face. Maybe both. Probably both.
Both.
âWill you stop?â Damian slaps his hand away. âWe came here for a reason.â He looks past Tim at you, âDo you haveââ
âNo.â Jason cuts in, growing visibly more agitated.
Damianâs face contorts as he looks back up to Jason, âWhat is yourââ
Now Dick cuts in, âOkay, thatâs fine, weâll just ask the old man.â
âGreat.â
Dick pauses. âOn the couch though, Jaybird?â
Jason takes a deep breath.
âAlright, ten seconds, then I get the gun taped under the table.â
Thatâs warning enough for Damianâheâs called that bluff once before and learned the hard way.
Tim doesnât even take a second glance before hauling it out of your apartment, his cape getting caught on the window frame briefly before he scrambles away.
Dick calls out an apology to you before trailing out the window after him.
Jason lets out a heavy exhale and turns to you, hands gliding naturally to your waist.
âFuck, Iâm sorry.â
You shake your head. âDonât need to be.â
He gives a low hum and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him as he crashes down onto the sofa.
âShould I feel bad about almost railing you into the couch?â
âI wouldnât waste any tears over it. Not like it wouldâve been the first time we did it.â
He laughs and tugs you further into his chest. You curl into him and close your eyes, thinking.
âJay?â
âHm?â
âHow did Tim survive as Robin?â
âIâve been asking that question for years.â
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Running a little witch store in a small town, recently the only exciting thing has been Jake visiting your store every other day. While he doesnât buy anything, his looks are enough to make your days a little less boring. And when he comes in one day, mixing up his offered tea with a very, very powerful aphrodisiac⊠it is about to get a lot more than just a little less boring.Â
Pairing: Neighbor!Jake x Witch!Reader Genre: Porn with almost no plot, Supernatural (as reader is a witch, duh) Warnings: Jake is a bit of an idiot but hot, reader is very sarcastic⊠are those even warnings? Reader has female anatomy and is described as a woman, pure filth basically, MINORS DNI!!! Smut tags under the cut Word Count: 6k A/N: Well hello! Happy Halloween everyone! My little last minute Halloween Project is done! First up, thanks to @aaagustd for the AMAZING banner!!! And my lovely @heechwe for betaing! This work was very, highly, extremely inspired by a clears throat spicy audio that was uploaded literally last night. Could not stop imagining it to be Jake who this happens to⊠so here we are. The creatorâs name is AugustInTheWinter, check out his Patreon or Reddit, I swear it is SO worth it if youâre into audios!! Anyway, thanks August for this inspo and thank you guys for reading! tagging my beloved @yvnempire because she's so excited about this hehe. Please leave comments and/or reblog, it would mean the absolute world! Wanna support me? Here's my Ko-Fi!
Smut Tags: Big dick!Jake, Jake starts nervous and a bit subby, but turns into a beast, handjob, blowjob, face-fucking, facial, p in v sex, unprotected sex (stay safe kids!!), multiple orgasms, loads of cum (like really⊠so much), dirty talk, degradation (words used: whore, slut, hole, fucktoy etc.) cumplay, cum eating, tell me if i missed anything!
Everything about this town was boring.Â
The scenery was boring. The activities were boring. The people were boring.
Just⊠everything.Â
Your coven had sent you here because of the apparent magical aura you so, as they said, âdesperately needed to achieve your full potentialâ. Bullshit, for all you cared. The magical aura might have been strong, but it was so deeply rooted into the earth, you had trouble reaching it even after hours of channeling your own powers. Of course, you didnât tell them that. All they knew was that you were having a blast in this shithole of a town and had already made tons of friends.Â
So far no one had questioned your answers and so you just lived your life, hoping you would soon succeed in attaining the magical power of this place and go back to your normal life.Â
Recently, though, you at least had something a little less boring gracing you every other day. Jake Sim - the neighbor from across the street. He was handsome and a little shy and very obviously did not believe magic existed. Not that you cared much about that, no, you had been exposed to many people who didnât believe in you and your kind, not to mention all the other supernatural beings walking on the face of earth.Â
Jake was a non-believer and wonderful to look at and you were fine with that. Content. More than happy.Â
As you were brewing some potions a few of the older women around town had ordered (while they also didnât exactly believe in magic, they at least believed in your ability to brew things that were extremely efficient in their gardens), you found yourself thinking about the pretty man again. About his laugh and his eyes, about the way his shirt would rise up and show a bit of his happy trail leading down to something you could only wish to see fully exposed one day.Â
Truthfully, the last time you got laid had been ages ago. So long that you couldnât even really remember who it was with and where. It was a curse, this town, and seeing a young attractive man stalking into your store a few weeks back had suddenly brought back the desire you had managed to suppress for who knows how long.Â
Just then, as you were deep in thought, cutting up some lavender, the door opened and the little bell above it rang, bringing you back to the present.Â
âHi Y/N!âÂ
Jake had his puppy smile on, hair blown out of his face and a thick coat hanging off his shoulders. He walked over to the counter and you smiled up at him, catching yourself finding his flushed cheeks extremely endearing.
âJake, welcome. Anything I can do for you today or are just here for another chat about how magic canât be real?â You tilted your head and gave him a playful smile that he answered with a little laugh.
âActually, I did come for something today. Mrs. Bloodstean said you have some great tonics for flowers?â
Ah, yes, Mrs, Bloodstean, the woman three houses down who had trouble with her roses. You had helped her and now her roses bloomed all year round.Â
âI do indeed, Mr. Sim. What can I get for you?â
âWell, Iâve been having some troubles with my Mandevillas⊠they donât seem to wanna bloom as much as, uh, I would like them to.â
His sheepish grin would have made your knees weak if youâd been standing. You nodded and got up, checking the shelves behind you for the potion heâd need to get his flowers to grow and bloom as much as he liked. Eyes roaming over the different bottles, you soon came to the realization you were out and clicked your tongue.
âSeems like Iâll have to brew one. Thatâs gonna take a couple minutes, do you want some tea while you wait?â
Jake nodded yes and smiled, turning around to do this usual routine through the rows of shelves in your store. From a safe distance, he began to watch you do your thing, cutting up ingredients and throwing them into a miniature cauldron Jake couldnât help but be amused by. A witch store in the middle of this small town, run by one of the most attractive women Jake had ever laid his eyes on.Â
When he had first stumbled in here, he had mistaken it for an alternative medicine shop. While he wasnât totally wrong, he also wasnât fully correct. You did offer some remedies and lotions, some potions and tonics, but you also had crystals and salts and books in your many high rising wooden shelves. The first day, he had spent hours just browsing through the books, not thinking of actually buying anything, but somehow being immersed into this world of magic he was so sure could only exist in fiction.Â
He hadnât even noticed someone working at the front behind the counter until he turned to leave, almost stumbling over his feet when he spotted you. You concentrated on a page in an old looking book, biting down onto your tongue that was slightly sticking out of your mouth. You with the prettiest face he had ever seen, that made it so hard to look away.Â
After that, he came back every other day, hoping to talk to you, get to know you and maybe ask you out on a date. Of course, he never did because if Jake was anything it was a coward. It didnât matter that he somehow happened to be handsome, his charisma was in the trenches.Â
It was obvious he didnât see the effect he had on you, which made it even more fun to have him around in your store. You could sense that this man did not have one indecent thought about you while in the store, even when you wore low cut shirts or skirts with slits almost as high as your hip. No, he was a good boy, a sweet boy. The contrast of the two of you was almost comical - you thinking about what it would be like to feel him, to taste him, to push him against a bookshelf and have your way with him and Jake just wanting to man up to ask you out.Â
Circling back to the front, Jake saw you hard at work and decided to fill his tea cup by himself, the steaming blue teapot on the right side of the counter. Smiling, he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, his eyes widening at the sweet taste.Â
God, thatâs delicious!
The hotness of the drink seemed to fade into the background as the taste spread on his tongue, so sweet and wonderful his eyes almost rolled back, the liquid making his whole body feel warm and fuzzy, and without even noticing he finished the whole cup in one go.Â
âWow, that tea is amazing! What kind is it? I donât think Iâve ever had it before.â Jake put the cup back down and beamed at you.Â
Blinking, you looked up at the brown-haired man, your mind a little slow at catching up with what Jake said.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You asked, brows furrowing slightly.
âThe tea you made me, what kind is it?â He repeated, pointing at the teapot next to him.Â
Your eyes widened for a brief moment, then you slowly got up.
âHow much did you drink of that?â You asked calmly.Â
âA whole cup, itâs like so, so good, how-,â
âA whole cup?!â The volume of your voice surprised both of you and Jakeâs eyes widened in surprise, his mouth dropping open a little.
âWas that- was I not supposed to? I- Iâm sorry, you seemed busy, so I just helped myself.â
You stayed silent for a few seconds. Watching Jakeâs confused face, trying to read his thoughts. He had absolutely no idea what he just drank. But you did.Â
A grin found its way onto your lips, a grin so diabolical it made Jakeâs stomach turn.Â
âThatâs not your tea, Jakey,â you said, pointing at the teapot he drank from, âyour tea is over here.â
Jake followed where your finger pointed next, a small black teapot standing to your left, all done with a cute little pink cup next to it. He blinked a few times.
âThen- then what is this?â He asked, nervousness beginning to spread through his body. Your grin deepened.
âOh, that? Thatâs just the very, very powerful aphrodisiac for Mrs. Brownâs husband. See, he canât really get it up anymore.â
Silence. Jake felt like the whole world had suddenly gone silent at your words. But then he remembered where he was, who you were and how incredibly unlikely it was that this really worked. So, he snorted.
âRight. An aphrodisiac in the form of tea, Iâm sure thatâs gonna work wonders with Mr. Brown.â
âNot just him, but you too, you know,â you began to walk around the counter, stopping when you reached the other side, leaning against it with crossed arms, âand youâre only supposed to drink one sip of it. You, dear Jakey, drank a whole fucking cup.â
Honestly, Jake still didnât believe you. Or at least he thought he didnât. But something about the way you looked at him almost made him falter. He laughed and shook his head.
âCome on, Y/N, Iâm not an idiot. This obviously isnât going to work, itâs a hoax, we all know itâs a hoax.â
âIs it though, Jake? Is it really a hoax?â
âWhat? Of course it is! Magic isnât real, canât be real, this tea surely wonât help Mr. Brown get an erection and I, my friend, more than anything, will not get aroused by some fake viag-,â
Oh shit. Jake couldnât help the deep moan escaping his throat when he suddenly felt the hardest wave of pleasure hit his body. He almost dropped to his knees, his cock growing harder by the second, pressing against the seam of his jeans, making them uncomfortably tight.Â
âYou wonât get aroused, Jake? Yes? Is that right?â You were having the time of your life. This was better than anything you could have ever predicted. By Mystra, how could you have forgotten about the tea for Mrs. Brown? And how lucky were you for Jake to mistake it as his own? You couldnât believe your luck.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on?â Jake groaned now, his chest heaving and you tilted your head again, watching sweat form on the handsome manâs forehead. His pupils were blown and his face flushed and, fuck, did he look good.Â
âI would say the potion is kicking in. How does it feel?â You bit your lip, watching Jake struggle to find words for what was happening inside⊠and outside of him.
âI- well, oh fuck, it, uhm, it feels⊠it feels like, like Iâve never- like itâs so.. itâs so h-hard, you know?â
âHm, I donât think I do. Perhaps you can show me, just so I can check if it all looks normal?â
Jakeâs cock twitched at that. You wanted to see? Check if it looked normal? Another moan made its way through his lips and it sounded so utterly pathetic you felt yourself drip into your panties.
âWh- what do you mean ânormalâ? C-Could it look, like, n-not normal?â He was sweating. A part of him really wanted you to see, to check, to maybe even touch him, but another felt shy, didnât want this to happen before taking you out to a nice dinner, maybe even a movie and-Â
Fuck, who was he kidding?Â
âI donât know, thatâs why I wanna check. Will you show me, Jakey?âÂ
âF-fine, b-but only to check!â His cheeks were on fire at this point. His cheeks on fire and his cock hard as a rock, aching and throbbing and probably aggressively red at the tip.Â
That last prediction proved to be correct when he pulled down his pants and briefs at once, his cock springing free, standing harder and prouder than he had ever seen it. He whimpered at the sight.Â
And you? You almost fell to your knees, itching to touch him, to lick over the tip that was already leaking so, so miserably. Oh good lord. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip again and you swallowed hard, eyes glued to the huge cock Jake had been hiding from you.
âIs it- is it always this big?â You asked, not even looking into Jakeâs face anymore.
âWell, n-not when itâs not, uhm, you know⊠h-hard.â
âSo itâs this size even when no potion is involved?â You wanted to know.
âY-yeah, that didnât change.â
âHoly fuck,â you mumbled, your hand wanting to grab around him so badly, but you contained yourself.Â
âWhat- what can we do? Like is there an antidote? Can I- can I drink another potion? Or maybe there is, uhm, fuck, a spell or something?â
You chuckled.
âNow you believe in spells, Jakey? Funny timing,â finally, you raised your head to look at him again, âbut no, there is no antidote. Like I said, itâs made to help get it up and given in a specific dose. But you, my dear, drank probably thrice as much as necessary.â
âSo what does that mean? I- I canât just go home like this!â
He was right about that. Everyone would see him sporting the largest boner known to mankind. And right now, you decided, this was only for your eyes.Â
âI think the best way to deal with it is to, frankly speaking, empty it.â
Stars seemed to dance around Jakeâs head when you spoke, the image of you rubbing his cock, sucking on it or even bouncing on it to empty him of all his cum⊠he twitched aggressively.Â
âS-so, wh-what are you sug-suggesting?â His heart was speeding in chest and he was trying his hardest not to jump to conclusions.Â
Yet another devilish grin spread on your lips as you raised your hand and snapped your fingers, closing the blinds of the storefront window and locking the door all at once. In any other situation, Jake would have been freaked out, but right now all he could concentrate on was the way you pushed yourself off the counter and looked at him from head to, well, problem.
âI am suggesting, Jake, that it would only be right of me to help you out.â
Jake swallowed hard, glued to where he was standing, his cock still so unbelievably hard, still aching and throbbing and in desperate need of attention.Â
As you lowered yourself, knees soon hitting the wooden floor, he couldnât take his eyes off you.
âDo you want me to help you out?â
âGod, yes, please.â
And there it was. All that you needed to finally bring your hand to his cock. He immediately moaned, head falling back as his hips moved forward, thrusting into your grip. You chuckled as you slowly began to move, bringing your thumb to his tip, gathering all of the already leaking precum to use as lubricant.Â
It already brought you immense pleasure, jerking him off. Staring up at him, seeing nothing but pure lust and desperation on his face. You were throbbing between your legs, wetness building up more every passing moment.Â
âFuuuuuck, yeah, j-just like that, oh wow.âÂ
Jake felt like he had never been touched like this before. Every bit of friction against his skin was like the first time. Every inch you touched with your hand was burning, sparkling with something he could only describe as magic. He couldnât stop the desperate moans even if he tried, couldnât stop his hips chasing your hand, thrusting into it like a mad man.Â
âFaster, please!â He cried out and you obeyed, speeding up your hand. Your eyes were glued to his cockhead then, watching how precum kept leaking, drips landing on your floor or the briefs that were hanging around his ankles with his jeans.Â
You worked your hand faster, having trouble closing it around his big shaft and finally adding the second, working him at double speed with his cockhead still peaking out.Â
God, how would he feel inside you?Â
Two hands around his cock and Jake could sense a first orgasm approaching. He thrusted his hips, fucking both of your hands, eyes rolled back into his skull, the pleasure completely taking over.
âYeah, yeah, just like that, fuck, fuck, I am fucking your hands so good, shit!â He didnât know where to put his energy, switching between moaning and whining and saying his incoherent thoughts out loud, feeling himself leak onto your hands. He wondered what youâd do when he came, if youâd just let him come right onto you or if youâd point it elsewhere.Â
âFeel good, Jakey? You look so hot, so, so good for me.â You stared up at him, batting your eyelashes and finally Jake looked down at you, his spit catching in his throat. You looked insane with his cock in your hands, your face wild and determined, a small grin on your lips that made his cock twitch once more. The whimper escaping him must have been the single most arousing thing you had ever heard.Â
âIâm gonna come, Iâm s-so close,â he cried and you nodded, licking over your lips.
âYeah, come for me, wanna see you come, Jakey.â
When he had said yes to you helping him out, he sure as hell had not expected dirty talk to be involved and, shit, was he happy it was. His mouth fell open wider, eyes glossy and focused on your face. He knew it was going to be a lot, knew heâs going to shoot the biggest load of his life onto you in a few heartbeats.
âC-Coming, oh- shit!âÂ
When he came, he came. Cum spurted out his cock, and you didnât even think about letting a drop go to waste. The first load landed on your neck and collarbones, dripped down your cleavage and over your breasts, the second you managed to catch with your tongue slurping it down like a five-star meal. The third landed on your cheeks and chin, some on your neck, joining his already left mark.Â
Jake truly couldnât believe his eyes. You, the woman he had been thinking about asking out for weeks now, covered in and eating his cum. Another little bit of cum dribbled out his cock and you caught it perfectly with the tip of your tongue, causing Jake to groan desperately.Â
He was still so fucking hard. Still desperate for more.
âI need more, Iâm still so hard, please.â His pleasing eyes and slightly trembling lips made the picture in front of you perfect. Jake, big cock full on display, still hard from the potion he had drank by pure accident, his first orgasm so powerful he had shot three loads onto you, was now begging you for more.Â
And you were more than eager to make every wish of his come true.Â
âSince you said pleaseâŠ,â you grinned, leaning forward, not giving a damn about the seed currently drying on your skin, and flicking your tongue against his tip, his hand almost immediately moving to grip the back of your head. âGod, yes, yes, please take it into your mouth, fuck, please!â
His wish was your command.Â
Your lips closed around his tip, sucking on it just slightly, tongue gliding over his sensitive slit, tasting his bittersweet taste, wondering if maybe the potion had altered something about it. Next, you moved your head forward, taking more of him into your mouth, feeling the veins of his cock press against your tongue. A moan erupted through you, the arousal almost too much to bear at this point.Â
âOhhhh, god, yes, take it, take it deeper, shit.â His hips moved, pushing more of him into your mouth. He seemed to vibrate, seemed to fit perfectly into your wet heat, tip hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, spit dripping from his shaft down to the floor. Your hands grabbed the back of his thighs, steading yourself as he began to thrust down your throat.Â
âHoly fuck, thatâs right, gag on my cock, gag on it, fuck.â
It must have been the potion speaking because he wasnât usually this vocal. But then again, he had never had anyone take his cock down their throat as well as you were doing right now. Gagging and spitting and tearing up, but nothing in your face showed discomfort. No, you were thriving on this and Jake felt your arousal in the air, felt it mixing with his and he sped up his hips, both hands now holding your head in place as he let out the most beautiful moan you had ever heard.Â
He shoved you down his cock completely now, his balls hitting your chin as he fucked your mouth like it was the last thing heâd ever do. Drool mixed with his precum dribbled down your chin, tears began to stream down your face, your eyes rapidly blinking as you watched him lose all of his composure. You wished to keep this memory engraved into your brain for all of your life.
Jake was in a rush, in a complete trance, fucking down your throat, feeling your tongue against his shaft, your throat restricting around him, your gags and chokes turning him on even more. Somehow, with every thrust closer to his release, he felt the tension rise up more.Â
What the fuck even was in that potion?Â
It hit him then, his second orgasm, thrusts becoming sloppier, quicker, accompanied by desperate moans, whimpers and groans.Â
You managed to swallow it all, the load just as huge as during his first orgasm, shot after shot down your throat, your eyes growing wide while you sucked him dry, or at least attempted to.
âSwallow it all, yes, yes, fuck, come on, come on! Take it all, I know you want to, fuck!âÂ
There was no control left in his body, the potions effect taking over completely.Â
He emptied his cock into your mouth and pulled out when he at least thought it was over, only for another wave to hit him and land on your skin again. He felt like an artist painting an already perfect canvas with his own visions.Â
âS-sorry, fuck,â He breathed hard, watching you slowly get up, your face wild and stained with his seed as well as your own tears. Your eyes were red, pupils blown and with every gaze you shared, he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He swallowed and looked down, seeing his cock still hard, still throbbing and aching. Would this ever end?
âI need more, need more,â he mumbled, stumbling forward and grabbing your hips roughly. You moaned at his touch, your fingers gliding over your chest to pick up some of his cum and shove it into your mouth, sucking them clean. He swore under his breath.
âDo you want to fuck me, Jakey?â You asked then, voice sweet like honey, but body looking so breathtakingly filthy.Â
âWant to, need to, have to,â he replied, moving to lick some of his own cum off your neck. You moaned at that surprising action, pussy throbbing and dripping. Without another thought, you dipped forward, pressing your lips against his. He kissed you back right away, tongue shoving into your mouth and he could taste himself even more on your tongue. His hands ripped open the corset-dress you were wearing, freeing your tits from their prison and immediately moving to grab them.
You hopped onto the counter then, pulling him closer, legs hooking around his waist. He kissed you hungrily, tongue and teeth and spit and hotness all mixed together. You shoved his coat off his shoulders and opened the buttons of his shirt, but he stopped you.
âNo time, need to be inside you now.â He basically growled, fingers simultaneously finding your panties and ripping them off of you just like he had your dress. You spread your legs further, ready for him, more ready than you had ever been.Â
Jake knew he had reached heaven right then. Grabbing his cock and bringing it to your drenched pussy, pushing into your awaiting entrance and feeling you grip him, pulling him closer. He cried out, whimpered into your ear and continued to suck on your skin, cleaning you off of his seed all while working to bottom out.
And when he was finally buried to the hilt, he only paused for a second to take it all in, before beginning to fuck into you at a brutal pace. Your fingers clawed into his shoulders, mouth dropping open as your head tipped back and high pitched moans crawled out of your throat over and over.Â
âSo fucking tight, taking me so fucking well, such a dirty fucking slut.â Jake bit your neck and you cried out once more, your whole body shaking with pleasure as he continued to fuck you. There was nothing you could compare to what was happening right now. No one had ever fucked you as good, as hard and as fulfilling as Jake.Â
Just when you thought it couldnât get any better than this, Jake pulled out of you and grabbed your waist, heaving you off the counter only to spin your around and push you down onto it, your ass up in the air.
âSorry, need to fuck you like this.â
Back in he went - full speed, full force. The counter shook under you and you gasped when he began to thrust. His cock dragged against your walls, split you open so beautifully it felt like you were going to burst. You threw your ass back at him, clawing at the edge of the counter, eyes falling shut as you let yourself enjoy the way he drilled into you.
There was a high chance Jake was going to grow addicted to this feeling. Never had he ever had sex as good as this and perhaps this was courtesy of the potion - or maybe it was just you. You with the perfect pussy, the perfect mouth, the perfect hands. Everything about you seemed to heighten his arousal, seemed to get him closer from the edge all while pushing him even further away from it.Â
He could do this for hours, fuck you until he came, spill his seed in you over and over, watch how it spilled out. God, he wanted to see your pussy stuffed with his cum so bad. Watching his cock slip in and out of you, hearing the noises you made, it was almost too much.
âYouâre my perfect little hole, arenât you? Just made to be fucked like this,â he couldnât help himself, grabbing your hips even rougher and spitting down to make it even wetter. Not that that was really necessary. You were dripping down his cock as well as your own thighs and Jake swore he would never recover.Â
âFuck, Jake!â You cried out, hip trying desperately to move while he held you, eyes opening only to roll back as your orgasm hit you like a brutal wave.
âShit, are you gonna come on my cock, slut?â Jake saw red as he felt your pussy spasm around him, pulling him even deeper, squeezing him for all he had, wanting to milk him dry of his load.Â
And who was he to deny such a request?
âCome inside me, Jake, please, please, please!â
You had sensed his orgasm and he let out a growl, finally filling your pussy with his load just as you hit your second high right after the first. Once again, it didnât stop, it just kept on coming, his cum landing inside you and already dripping out as he fucked both of you through your orgasms, filthy sounds filling the air next to both of your moans and groans and pleads for more.Â
Jake had expected to be done after three, but no, he was still hard, and so he grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back, standing up straighter as he picked up the speed once more.
âNeed another one, baby, just one more, fuck, m-maybe two, I just- fuck, I am so hard, I need to fuck you more, wanna fuck you all night, need to fuck your pussy.â
There was nothing left in his brain except for the need to come, for the need to fuck you. He was like an animal during heat, felt like he was going to explode. His cock was so incredibly sensitive, hurting even at this point, but it was addictive, you were addictive. Just the thought of not being inside of you anymore filled him with something close to agony.Â
âY-yes, fu-fuck me Jake, your cock feels so good, s-so big!â
At this point you could have taken the potion yourself judging by how you were feeling and talking. Normally, you were the one in charge, the one on top. But with Jake? You enjoyed being in his hands like this, enjoyed being used by him for his pleasure. You wanted him to fill you up, to split you open, to do with you whatever the hell he wanted.Â
âGod, yes, like my big cock fucking you open like that? Such a good behaved little whore, isnât that right?â He found himself slapping your ass, and judging by your reaction that had been the exactly right thing to do. He groaned when he felt you squeeze him again, both hands back to holding your hands in place.
He lost himself in you. Lost himself in the pleasure. And you lost yourself in him and the need to have him fill you up again and again.Â
His fourth orgasm made his cock soften a little. He filled you to the brim, watched the majority drip down your legs, forming a little puddle to your feet and he licked his lips, letting go of your hands and pulling out of you, turning you back around and placing you back on top of the counter.Â
âLean back,â he ordered and you did as wanted, eyes wide and pussy throbbing from the last orgasm a few seconds ago.Â
You leaned back on your elbows, watching him position himself between your legs. He grabbed his cock and placed it in between your lips - to thrust in between them, cockhead repeatedly hitting your clit. You gasped, body jerking forward.
âWanna paint your whole body with my cum, stay still.â His big hands grabbed your hips, pinning you to the counter as he began to thrust his cock over your pussy, the friction already enough to almost make him come again.Â
âMhmm, y-yes, f-feels good!â You cried and he grinned, continuing his spiel like a madman.Â
âYouâre so sexy, so fucking sexy, baby.â He breathed out, his brain slowly but surely coming back to him. And when he heard that little noise you apparently always made before you came (if he could trust the two orgasms from earlier), he felt himself reach the edge as well.Â
Your head fell back when you felt the next orgasm hit and your pussy ached for more when his next load landed all over your stomach, even reaching as far as your tits, painting you just like he had wanted.Â
The canvas was finished.
But Jake wasnât.
âFuck, Iâm sorry, so sorry, I need to-,â his head was fuming red, and he moved back a little, just to dip his cock back into your spent pussy and you fell flat onto your back, your head hanging over the counter.Â
He fucked you like a ragdoll, like a toy, like he didnât even really acknowledge you were still there. He pressed down onto your stomach and sped up, tried to fuck you deeper. He imagined he could feel his cock through your skin, imagined he could see himself fucking you just like that.Â
âS-so deep!â You cried out and he looked at you, at your body, and nodded, watching now how your tits jumped at every thrust. They were stained with his cum as well and he hoped he would never forget this image.Â
âOne more, promise, just one more, my perfect little fucktoy, yeah?â
His words were so filthy, so desperate and full of need, they made your pussy spasm again, made you grip him hard over and over again.Â
âThatâs it, fuck! Gonna come, gonna come, shit, sh-shit! Take my cum, take it, yes, yes!â He was in a spiral downwards, then back up and back down - his last orgasm hitting him like a fucking brick, yet another load landing inside your pussy - one, two, three. His cock twitched and twitched and finally began to soften.Â
When he pulled out, he fell backwards, landing on the floor, his eyes wide and his ass hurting.Â
The potion slowly lost its grip on him, his normal, coherent thoughts coming back all while he was getting down from his many, many highs.Â
You pulled yourself up in exhaustion, your chest heaving. When you sat up straight again, you couldnât help but chuckle at Jake on the floor.Â
âNeed a hand?â You asked, carefully jumping off the counter and finding that your legs were nothing but mere jelly. Quickly, you grabbed onto the edges of the surface and found your balance again.
âI- I-,â Jake began to stutter, his eyes probably the size of saucers by now. You grinned.
âYou?â You raised a brow. Jakeâs face turned crimson.
âI- Iâm sorry, I-,â
âYouâre apologizing? For what? The best sex Iâve ever had?â You snorted, âNo, Jakey, no need to apologize.âÂ
Jake bit the inside of his cheeks. Best sex youâve ever had? While he wanted to feel proud, he wasnât so sure if that really had been him having sex with you or if the potion had a mind of its own.Â
âDonât worry your pretty little head,â you moved forward now, stretching your hand out for Jake to take, âthe potion only strengthens whatâs already there. It doesnât change your personality, it just makes you give less fucks.â
Had you read his mind? Jake cleared his throat and nodded slowly, before taking your hand and letting you help him up.Â
Only then, when he was standing so close to you again, did he realize you were still covered in his seed. He turned even redder.
âOh, right.â You giggled, closing your eyes and once again snapping your fingers.Â
Immediately, you were clean of his cum and back in your dress - which had also magically repaired itself. Jake also found himself back in his briefs and jeans, his coat safely hanging over the counter. His mouth dropped.
âYou-,â
âAre an actual witch, correct, Sherlock.â You winked at him and walked back to the other side of the counter, âNow, do you still need that potion?â
Jake stared at you for a second.
âY-yes,â he mumbled, watching as you quickly finished the preparations. He didnât dare say anything, his heart beating at triple speed and his brain working overtime. He had just fucked you. For like⊠a good while. And he didnât even have your phone number.
âThere you go,â you smiled and carefully shoved the bottle with the potion over the counter, âjust pour a few drops over your flowers tonight. You should already see some results in the morning.â
âTh-thanks. How much do I owe you?â
âOh, Jakey. You already paid me enough.â You said cheekily and Jake found himself choking on his own spit.
When he walked out he regretted not asking you for your number. Or if you wanted to go on a date.Â
But that night, when he got ready to put the potion to its use, he saw a little note stuck to the label he hadnât seen before.
Tomorrow, 8 oâclock at your place. I promise Iâll bring wine that wonât make you wanna fuck me for hours. Itâs a date! Also hereâs my number: xxx-xxx-xxx. See you tomorrow, loverboy!
Jake found himself laughing out loud.Â
And while he did his work in the garden, he thought that just because the wine wouldnât be the reason, he sure as hell would not mind fucking you for hours at least twice every day for the rest of his life.
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Currently imagining a scenario where you and Eddie have some sort of split custody arrangement for Venom, and you have some sort of NSFW dream about Eddie, and Venom sees the whole thing because of brain link or whatever, and then shares this exciting development with Eddie the next time he's bonded to Venom
venom is definitely not one to keep a secret, for sure đ thank you so much for your request, i hope you enjoy. :) smut-wise, it's a bit more focused on eddie than my previous fics where it was either symbiote-focused or an even split, hope that's okay. this was SO much fun to write!
warnings: brief smut, mentions of oral f receiving, mentions of "striking" the reader but it's totally a misunderstanding, loneliness, mentions of eating people/murder
word count: 3.3k
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It had been six days since Eddie had left for Seattle, and honestly, you hadnât been expecting to fall into this loneliness so quickly. Venom might have been keeping you company by providing you with an endless stream of commentary in your inner conscience, and the chickens were constantly squawking and squabbling and wandering the length of the apartment as per usual, so it wasnât like the space was totally silent, but still, Eddieâs absence was more saddening than you thought it would be. Over the course of the six days, you struggled to busy yourself. Of course you preferred Eddie having a job as to being without one, but one thing you particularly hated was how vague investigative jobs were, so as a result, you had no idea when he would come back or how long the work would take to be done.
For the time being, it looked like you were stuck here.
Before heâd left, Eddie had asked you to babysit Venom and his apartment, and now that youâd been here for an extended amount of time, you felt horribly restless.
Feeling the weight of the quiet apartment settling in, you cast a glance around the room. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify in the sort-of silence, and you found yourself drawn to staring at Eddie's belongings scattered around.
Your gaze fell on a framed photograph on the shelf â Eddie with a carefree grin, arm slung around your shoulders. The memories flooded back, and a bittersweet smile touched your lips.
As if sensing your thoughts, Venom's voice rumbled in your mind.
EDDIE IS DEFINITELY MISSING OUT WITHOUT US AROUND.
The symbiote's attempt at comfort was appreciated, but it only deepened your sense of solitude.
Sighing you folded yourself into a ball on the couch, tucking your chin into your knees. The TV in front of you was off, and you had no intention to turn it on. For now, it was okay to mull in the quiet.
You mumbled into your knees, âWhat do you think he's up to in Seattle?"Â
CATCHING BAD GUYS. KICKING BUTT. EATING SEATTLE FOOD. ZOOMING AROUND. ACTING PATHETIC WITHOUT US THERE.
âV, you and I donât know anything about investigative journalism,â you put in gently.
Venom was, of course, offended.
I KNOW A LOT ABOUT EATING BAD GUYS!
âYeah, but Eddie wonât let you eat bad guys in Seattle any more than he does here.â
It was at that moment that Venom popped out from your shoulder blade, miniature head scowling.
HE SHOULD!
âWanna go get a bite to eat?â you interjected, effectively ending the conversation. âIâll even let you drive, if you want.â
Venom grinned much too wide for his intentions to be anything but nefarious, so you quickly added, âNo eating people.â
You turned fast and pointed to the pizza box sign in the kitchen. âEddie might not be here, but that ruleâs definitely still active while youâre in my body, okay?â
Venom, for lack of a better word with his gaping mouth full of super-sized fangs, pouted.
YOU ARE NO FUN!
I just donât want to be involved in any murder, you wanted to say, but slimy, black, glittering goo was already wrapping and contorting around your middle. Venom was enveloping you, taking over.
It was a bit of an unpleasant sensation as Venomâs monstrous gooey head locked into place over where yours used to be, and rows of impressive fangs unfolded in your suddenly super-sized mouth. It felt like somebody had cracked an egg over your head and the yolk was dripping down your body. You werenât sure if youâd ever get used to it. You had no idea how Eddie put up with it.
For how quickly his annoyance started, Venom seemed to get over it pretty quickly. He grinned and licked his lips.
I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO MCDONALDS.
//////
The room was shrouded in the quiet stillness of the night. The dim glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm pool of light on the walls, creating a cozy haven within the four corners of Eddieâs bedroom. You were in bed. Venom, for the first time that day, was quiet.
Under the soft blanket, your eyelids were growing heavy with the weight of the day's endeavours. You still missed Eddie, a lot, so much that your nightly FaceTime call almost wasnât enough. Seeing his face on your laptop screen was just a further reminder of how far two states away felt, and how binded you felt to him since you met him â he pulled at you without even realizing it, like youâd been sewn together with invisible thread.
Hopefully he wouldnât be in Seattle for too much longer.
The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to synchronize with the slowing pace of your breath. As the minutes ticked away, you found yourself on the threshold of the dream world, caught between wakefulness and the gentle pull of slumber. Not even the distant murmur of passing cars was enough to distract you now.
Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the sensation of falling asleep, gently gliding down into the abyss of dreams. Eddieâs bedroom, once familiar and defined, now blurred at the edges, transforming into a surreal landscape of colours and shapes.
As you drifted further into the realms of slumber, a sensation of weightlessness enveloped you. It was as if you were floating on a sea of tranquility, carried away by the ebb and flow of your own breath. The boundaries between reality and imagination began to dissolve, and the world outside melted.
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Sometime between now and then, youâd ended up bent over in Eddieâs lap, on a couch that felt just like his couch, but was ambiguous enough that it couldâve been anywhere. Things were slightly blurry around the edges, surreal enough to have you breathless, but real enough that you werenât questioning your surroundings.
âHoly shit,â Eddie breathed as he tilted his head, carefully examining the swelling ass on his lap. Your pussy was dripping, there was a dribble of arousal forming, but in all honesty, he was a little scared to touch you, he didnât want to hurt you. âI donât think Iâm getting a finger in there, girl. Wow.â
âLuckily, Iâm not that fragile,â you responded playfully as you arched your back for him. Eddie bit his lip as this only accentuated the curve of your ass.
âGod,â he whispered as he ran a hand up your thigh: he was able to break them apart easily, and he pulled one leg over his lap, wedging you firmly between his legs.
Even though you were already soaking wet, Eddieâs fingers ran over your dripping slit for a moment, as if he were admiring the way your pussy fluttered at his touch in front of him.
God, you could just feel how wet you were, and you bit your lip, anticipating for Eddie to lean forward, andâ
Y/N!!!
In an instant youâd jumped awake: youâd sprang to attention without really realizing how youâd done it, scrambling for the lamp. âWhatâs going on?â
Venom was protruding from your shoulderblade again, bouncing even more than normal, very clearly in extreme distress.
SWEET GIRL. WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS.
You stifled your yawn with your hand. âV, do you mean, like - like a dream?â
WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS! RECEIVING VISIONS OF EDDIE EATING YOU! THIS IS VERY SERIOUS! WE NEED TO KEEP YOU SAFE!
Your cheeks instantly warmed, and you froze, scrambling for something to say. âOh - oh, shit, Venom - that - Iâm so sorry, but I really donât think that was what you think it was.â
HE WAS STRIKING YOU! Venom snapped.
Oh my god. He really saw all of that.
You reached for the water bottle on your nightstand. âV, you seriously donât need to worry about this. It wasnât real. It was a dream. Nothing bad will come from it."
Venom was, of course, still hysterical.
IT WAS A PROPHECY! THIS IS BAD!
I wouldnât mind if it was a prophecy, you thought selfishly before you could stop yourself, but you shoved it down. âEverythingâs alright, Venom. Okay? Everything's fine. Letâs just go back to bed.â
I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR CARING ABOUT YOU, Y/N.
You were already sliding back under the blanket. âIâm not asking you to, V. I appreciate it.â
You hesitated.
âJust, uh, next time youâre bonded to Eddie, please donât tell him about this, okay? It could make him - I don't know, uncomfortable. You know, I - I donât know how heâd react to the prophecy of him supposedly hurting me, thatâs all. I donât want to worry him.â
(You were hoping wildly that he would accept, and you and Venom would never talk about this again.)
In a move youâd never seen before, Venom raised one gloopy, black tentacle towards you, and recognizing the movement, you extended your pinky towards him. Your pinky and the black goo linked together for a moment, signifying your trust.
Venom grinned, now bouncing significantly less.
I NEVER BREAK A PINKY PROMISE, SWEET GIRL.
You raised your eyebrow.
I TRY NOT TO.
You were much too tired for any of this, you simply turned over to switch off the lamp and finally return to whatever remnants of that dream was left. âOkay then. Goodnight, V.â
//////
It was satisfying to have everything fall back into the natural order once Eddie returned home from Seattle. You returned to your own apartment on the opposite side of town, but of course visited frequently, and Eddie was grateful to be back in a low-stakes environment once more, with a snarky symbiote that would terrify anyone who would try to harm him. Seattle had been thrilling, and he'd recounted the adventure to you several times, but now he was back to something familiar.
The job was done. He was covered for the time being. Freelancing was difficult, but for now, everything would be okay.
In the intervening time, Venom talked about you, a lot. Ever since he met you, heâd taken to mentioning you. But ever since youâd agreed to split custody of the symbiote, and especially since Eddie had disappeared for Seattle, he was talking about you even more.
I AM WORRIED ABOUT Y/N, he said one day.
Eddie was idly clicking through TV channels, watching everything from the news to a police drama to a basketball game zoom past, finding none of them interesting. âWhy?â
I DO NOT WANT ANY BAD OMENS TO BE FOLLOWING HER. WE NEED TO KEEP HER SAFE.
âWhat makes you say that?â he asked, a bit confused.
Venom suddenly popped out of his shoulder, howling.
SHE - SHE HAS -
Before Venom could get any actual words out, Eddie was lifted from the couch as the symbiote rose and slammed his head into the ceiling, denting it severely and sending bits of drywall raining down from the heavens like it was a form of self-punishment.
As quickly as it started, Eddie had been dropped on the couch, red in the face and gasping for air.
Venom hardly noticed: he seemed to be in extreme distress.
I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL!
Eddie put a hand to his throat, still sweaty and gasping, forcing an inhale. âV - what?â
Venom was beside himself, now.
Y/N IS RECEIVING VISIONS! VISIONS OF YOU!
"Visions? What do you mean, visions of me?" Eddie asked, his concern deepening. Suddenly, he wasnât feeling half-strangled anymore. His mind was racing, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and worry. "What kind of visions? Is she in danger?"Â
He couldn't fathom what could be causing you to have distressing dreams about him.
Right after Seattle? Right after he thought the work was finished?
I DO NOT KNOW. BUT WE MUST PROTECT HER.
Without waiting for further response, Venom oozed off Eddie's shoulder and began slithering around the room, agitated.
Eddie remained on the couch, trying to process this information. "If something's going on, then we need to talk to her, right? Figure out what's happening."
I AGREE. SHE IS PART OF US, AND WE WILL NOT LET ANY HARM BEFALL HER.
He paused, awkwardly.
BUT PLEASE LET HER KNOW I AM SORRY. I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU, EDDIE. SHE SAYS SHE DOES NOT WANT TO WORRY YOU. SHE DOES NOT SHARE THE SAME CONCERN I HAVE.
It didnât matter: Eddie was already grabbing his phone and dialling your number, fingers tapping nervously against his screen.
After a few tense rings, you picked up.
âHey, Eddie!â
"Hey, we need to talk," Eddie said urgently, glancing at Venom, who was now wrapping himself around the coffee table, sticky and pulsating, in deep despair.
Concern filled your voice. "Is everything okay?"
âOh, I mean, yeah, right now it is,â he responded wildly, vaguely aiming for nonchalant. âI was just talking to V, you know, and he said something, and - I just kinda wanted to call, yâknow, see if you were alright-â
âOh, I'm fine,â you confirmed, but you still sounded confused. âI donât have anything going on today, so Iâm just spending some time to myself. What did V tell you?â
Across from Eddie, Venom moaned in despair, a mere gooey black glob of depression on his sitting room floor.
SWEET GIRL, I AM SORRY!
âHe said you were getting some disturbing visions, and not gonna lie, it kinda freaked me out a bit,â Eddie said sheepishly, hoping you hadnât heard that. âI just wanted to call and see if you were okay, thatâs all. I know this is random. Sorry. Just, with the nature of the last case, yâknow, up in Seattle-â
It didnât take long before he realized he was rambling again about the Seattle case, so he stopped. âSorry.â
"No, it's okay."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a sigh.
Of course this was happening.
âEddie, thereâs been a misunderstanding,â you said. âJust, look - do you mind coming over? Iâll explain everything to you once youâre here. This might be better in person.â
Eddie was on his feet in an instant. âSure, yeah.â
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Eddie rushed through the city streets, a mixture of worry and curiosity gnawing at him. Venom was bonded to him again, because heâd rather not think about the consequences of a depressed Venom lingering around the apartment while he was out, and the symbiote seemed to writhe within him with impatience. Or maybe that was just the motorbike rumbling underneath him. Whichever it was, he felt nauseous.
The symbiote had a tendency to jump to conclusions, but Eddie definitely couldn't shake the unease that settled in his gut.
Upon arriving at your apartment, Eddie knocked hastily.
To his surprise, you opened the door with a small smile.
"Hey," you greeted, ushering him inside. "Thanks for coming over."
Eddie nodded, glancing around your living room as if expecting something unusual. Venom, still on edge, clung within him like a sentient black backpack.
He didnât want to come off as too eager, or too worried, so he just shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and hoped he looked casual despite the storm of questions brewing inside of him.
âSo - whatâs the deal?â
Deep inside of him, Venom was quivering with fright. As his gooey molecular form had to be closely intertwined with several of his most important organs right now, it was very hard not to notice the sensation.
You winced. âHeâs just freaking out about nothing. Thereâs no bad omens or visions. I just had a dream, and you were in it. Simple stuff. Nothing to worry about.â
âIt wasnât a bad dream?â Eddie said, cautious.
You were definitely closer, now. âActually, Iâd say it was a pretty damn good dream.â
Eddieâs breath was caught in his throat. Out of everything that couldâve happened tonight, he definitely hadnât been expectingâŠthis.
He was a little confused, honestly. What was going on? The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, but he didn't feel as though he was in danger. On the contrary, he felt quite warm.
âLet me show you?â you offered.
"Okay," he bit out before he was conscious of making the decision, and you were stepping in front of him, and realizing, he closed his eyes on instinct--
The kiss that followed was absolutely dizzying.
There was something so particularly desperate about this: you were kissing, gasping against his mouth and pulling at his jacket, which made the two of you blindly scramble backwards into the apartment, messy and needy. The kiss quickly turned into a battle of control, with Eddie being the one to guide you forward, his hands on your hips. You bit his bottom lip in response, forcing him to open up and then the kiss was all about tongues, wet and sensitive.
You were on the couch when you finally broke apart, gasping.
"Baby," Eddie wheezed, his eyes darting across your face in disbelief, "I - what was that?"
"Is V with you?" you asked, instead of answering the question.
He was apprehensive now. "Yeah?"
"He needs to know I'm not in danger," you whispered, and you leaned forward to kiss him again.
It was much too chaste, and after you pulled away, Eddie was in mute astonishment for a moment.
His voice was scratchy when he spoke. "Disturbing visions, huh?"
You just smiled. "In my dream, we were on a couch, like this."
Eddie still couldn't believe this was happening. The anxiety in his gut on the way over had been completely forgotten now, blurring out of his memory, the future was an impossible thing, there was just this. This was all he had; this was all he wanted. "Were we, now?"
He didn't know what to do, but that didn't seem to matter, you were leading.
You nodded. "It was kinda hot."
"Kinda?" Eddie repeated dumbly, breathless. His voice sounded like a stranger's.
Before he could embarrass himself, Venom's voice rumbled within him, frustrated.
EDDIE, STOP BEING A PUSSY!
Wondering vaguely if this had been a trap all along, Eddie grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Your mouths roved together, and he took the opportunity to pull you over, closer to him. The curve of your bare spine was warm from under your sweater. He kept his hand there, roaming carelessly, drifting up to the clasp of your bra.
You seemed to get what he was going for, and then suddenly you were straddling him, and with you on top of him, he could no longer ignore how interested his dick was in the proceedings.
Slightly, just slightly, you rolled your hips against his clothed crotch, and Eddie choked out a moan.
Oh, fuck. He could feel the sweat materializing and running down his back. This was better than good.
(Venom was definitely going to tease him about this later.)
"What happened next?" Eddie mumbled, looking up at you, his eyes blown black.
You smiled, then crossed your arms and peeled off your sweater. Eddie shifted his grip, holding you by the hips again, and you tossed your sweater elsewhere.
Venom was going absolutely insane from inside him: it felt like he was rumbling somewhere around his large intestine.
DO NOT MESS THIS UP, EDDIE!
Meanwhile, you were, of course, oblivious to the commentary in Eddie's mind.
"I mean," you said, and your voice wasn't smoky like it had been before. It was just curious, with a note of teasing, like this was an everyday conversation. "You ate me out."
He pressed a light kiss to your throat. "Then flip over, baby."
Inside his head, Venom seemed to be having some kind of meltdown. Maybe he had just realized what the dream was. Maybe he was jealous. Either way, he was rambling in Eddie's mind.
SWEET GIRL - SO FRAGILE - SO SWEET - SO DELICIOUS - I NEED TO TASTE -
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pairings: spencer reid x bau!reader
warnings: reader has a headache due to accidentally missing lunch
a/n: one more little blurb i've written due to my criminal minds rewatch journey! as of now i unfortunately have no other little blurbs written so i don't want you guys to think this is me suddenly being active a lot again. like i said in my penelope blurb i make no promises of me posting regularly again, but i definitely want/hope to write more! anyways, this blurb is completely inspired by me forgetting food exists for half a day a few weeks ago and getting a massive headache due to it :/ advice of the day kids, eating is important! lol
You and JJ had been on reading files duty for the day which meant being held up in the tiny room the local police station had set up for the team. Usually, it was Garcia who was in charge of digging through the files for potential suspects, but the station was severely behind on digitizing their files so manual reading was what had to be done.
As the day went on you began to have the world's most annoying headache. It wasn't too debilitating that you couldn't push through it to get through the last few files however, so you continued your reading. That was until you also began to feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you suddenly.
The most you had done all day was walk from one side of the table to the evidence board across the small room, so you weren't sure why you were suddenly on the verge of nodding off. If you were out conducting interviews or going over the crime scenes like you usually did, then maybe that would explain some tiredness, but that wasn't the case today.
"Hey, we're back!" Spencer's sudden voice filling the room made you jump out of your thoughts.
"Hi." You replied back with a soft smile, trying to mask the tiredness. "We managed to narrow the suspect pool to five people."
"Garcia is already on searching for anything that might not be in any of these files." JJ added from her spot at the table.
"Hard to believe anything is not in all these files." You joked, laughing. Mid-laugh your voice seemed to falter, the headache deciding to grow stronger at the sudden higher noise level of the room. You tried to mask your voice fading by slowly turning to face the board again, trying your best to massage your forehead a little.
"Hey are you alright?" Spencer asked as he walked closer to you.
"Yeah, yeah." You lied, turning to face him. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's just that I noticed your movements seem to be a bit sluggish. Not- not to say that's a problem considering you've been cooped up in here all day. But also, I noticed you're rubbing circles into your forehead which might be a sign of a headache. Which is actually a good thing to do when you have one because researchers say-" Spencer trailed off when he noticed you bringing your hand up again to your forehead. "Sorry, that's not the point. Are you okay?"
"I've been a little tired and have a minor headache. Nothing too bad, don't worry." You admitted, no point in trying to lie anymore. "I'm not sure why though. It's not like I've done much moving around all day, just flipping through piles of paper." You gestured to the table. It was then that you noticed JJ had left you two to be alone. "But I suppose just sitting here all day could be exactly the reason."Â
"It is proven that little movement can have just as much effect as too much movement on the body." Spencer agreed. "To add to that, whatever you ate for lunch today could also have an effect as well."
Spencer then began to ramble about the importance of what kind of food you need to eat for which meal, but you didn't hear much as your own thoughts were racing.
A look of slight horror crossed your face. "Oh god, I didn't even realize I skipped lunch completely."
"What?"
"Yeah, I got so caught up in reading over the suspect files that I didn't want to leave when everyone else went to go get something from the break room. Thought I'd wait until I got done reading this one file, but I must have gotten too distracted and completely forgot to ever actually get up."
"Honey, no wonder you're tired and have a headache then." He reached for your hands. "You haven't eaten since we had breakfast together at the hotel."Â
You held onto his hands back. "Yeah, and it wasn't exactly a big breakfast either." You both laughed. "I guess a big dinner is in my future then."
Spencer nodded, smiling. His eyes seemed to light up suddenly, you assumed some sort of idea popped into his head. He then immediately headed to the door.
"Where are you going?"
Spencer turned, walking backwards out the room. "To find food! Anything! You need to eat pronto." He bumped into the doorframe before walking completely out the room. From your small frame of vision out the doorway you saw he also nearly bumped into one of the local police officers as he was too focused to notice other people.Â
You giggled to yourself at his new sudden mission to find you food. He really would do anything at the drop of a hat for you and you had no idea what you ever did to deserve it. But then you thought about how you'd do the exact same for him and he's said before he didn't deserve someone like you. It truly was a never-ending cycle of caring between you two.Â
#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fic#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine
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Fallen
Nico Hischier x fem!reader
summary: part 2 to falling
notes: hello!!! considering itâs after midnight, iâm giving you guys a gift for my birthday. this was very fun to write and i continue to just make myself sad that i donât have a nico in my life. i hope you enjoy! happy reading! đ«¶đŒ
this is unedited!!
request: anon requested a part 2 to falling
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âI really wish youâd let me carry something, Neeks,â you whine out, pressing the button to call the elevator down to the parking garage.
âNope. Iâm perfectly capable of carrying your groceries on my own,â Nico dramatically swings the reusable shopping bags over his shoulder, walking a few feet away before turning and striking a pose.
Your laugh echoes around the concrete garage, amused at his theatrics.
Itâs been about three weeks since your accident at the rink, and Nico hasnât left your side since. As long as heâs in Jersey, that is.
After that first night heâs only really left your apartment to either go to practice and games, or to sleep. Sometimes even the latter not being true, considering thereâs been a few nights heâs crashed on your couch after late-night movie sessions or particularly rough games.
During your follow up appointment your doctor told you to keep the sling on for a few more weeks, not wanting to add any unnecessary strain to the healing muscles in your shoulder. After you told Nico the sling was here to stay, he insisted he was going to, literally, be your right-hand man.
You were also told, as long as you and the sling are one, going to work is on your list of restricted activities. So is any form of strenuous activity, lifting anything over ten pounds, and whatever else Nico deems unsafe for you to do. Like carrying your groceries.
Nico has shown up at your apartment every morning with a cup of coffee, either bringing you breakfast or offering to cook for you. He takes his post-practice and pre-game naps on your couch in case you need him to do anything for you. After home games he shows up with takeout and candy, keeping you company while youâre stuck in your apartment day after day.
When heâs on the road he enlisted the help of Jesperâs girlfriend, Nicole, to come over and check on you at least once a day. Anytime heâs playing in a different state, no matter where he is, he always manages to have dinner delivered to your house, making sure youâre not stuck eating microwave meals and simple dinners, thanks to your limited cooking ability and lack of being able to drive at the moment.
Before he has to leave for stretch of away games, he always makes sure he takes you to the grocery store, stocking your pantry and fridge to make sure you have everything you need while heâs gone. He calls you every chance he has on the road, wanting to check on you and how youâre feeling while keeping you up on the team happenings, knowing how eager you are to get back to work.
Today is one of his âpreparationâ days, as youâve dubbed them. He showed up this morning with a coffee and a bagel, cut into quarters instead of in halves, so the insides wouldnât slip out of the other side when you tried to take a one-handed bite. He did your dishes and folded your laundry for you while you showered, twisting your hair into one of his trademark braids after you were dressed before ushering you out of your apartment, claiming the two of you had errands to run.
The first errand on his list was taking you to the rink, a satisfied feeling settling over him when he saw the large smile on your face when he told you he asked if you could sit in on practice today. You were practically buzzing with excitement, not having been at the rink since the day of your fall. You had grown to love the sport of hockey during your time at your job. Missing the chill of the air, the sound of pucks sliding across the ice and the scrape of their skates as the players come to a stop.
Several of the players slide over to the bench where you sit, just as excited to see you as you are to see them.
Jack and Luke come over first, telling you how ready they are for you to be back, having given themselves the job of Puck Police, ensuring that all of the pucks are cleared out of the skate path leading towards the benches.
Jesper, Timo, and Holtzy tell you how much they miss the jokes you would tell them so they would quit mean mugging and actually smile during arrival pictures.
Dawson, Johnny, and Curtis joined the gathered group, bringing you a card that everyone from the team had signed. It was a giant novelty card, clearly custom made, considering there was a picture of the whole team on the front, the inside reading âSorry you fell over our pucks. We feel really pucking bad about it.â
You were doubled over in laughter the entire time the team spent chatting with you before their practice officially started, fulling understanding the sentiment that laughter is the best medicine. You were even able to give the young girl filling in for you some pointers, helping her adjust the settings on the camera for different shots, happy you were able to sneak in a little bit of work to your visit.
After practice was over and Nico was showered and ready to go, the two of you went out for lunch at a small cafĂ© just down the street from the rink, their large bakery selection immediately catching your eye. You ended up having cake for lunch, telling Nico to mind his own business when he asked if you wanted any ârealâ food.
Once lunch was over, he took you to the grocery store, helping you pick out ready made meals and a few other essentials before bringing you back to your apartment, where you were currently witnessing Nicoâs wannabe model moves.
Once the elevator lifts you to your floor, you walk over and unlock your door, leaving it open behind you for Nico to walk through, following you straight to your kitchen to put away your groceries.
You grab a box of cereal, setting it down on the counter before reaching up to open your cabinet door. Just as youâre reaching up to place the box on the shelf, you hear something fall, a bottle of water slipping off of one of the shelves in your fridge. You jump slightly, trying to turn your body at the same time, the sudden movement pinching one of the nerves in your shoulder, causing you to let out a hiss.
Nico immediately clocked the displeased noise, jerking his body into a standing position and walking over towards you.
âAre you okay? What happened? Did you try to lift this up with your bad arm?â he asks you, arms hovering around your frame, eyes glued your slinged shoulder.
You finish pushing the cardboard box onto the shelf, closing the wooden cabinet door.
Rolling your arm a bit, you turn to face Nico.
âIâm fine. Just jumped a little and it caught my shoulder in a funny way, I guess. No big deal, just more uncomfortable than anything,â you assure him.
He narrows his eyes at you, trying to gauge if youâre lying to him or not.
Narrowing your eyes back at him, you pull a face at him.
He backs up, laughing, seemingly convinced youâre fine.
Walking back over to finish placing the several salad kits you bought in the fridge, Nico starts talking with his head fully inside of your fridge.
âSo, we leave out around six tonight and I wonât be back until late Friday night,â he tells you, meaning heâll be gone almost four full days, considering today is Monday. âNicole offered to stay over here if you wanted her to, incase you needed to go anywhere.â
Youâve gained a friend in Nicole through this whole process, enjoying her company. You didnât have many girl friends in the city, your job taking up the majority of your time. Nico was the person you spent the most time with, even before these past few weeks, but you occasionally tagged along to outings with the team, growing close to Jack, Luke, Timo, and Jesper, too. You figure thatâs why Nico chose to ask Nicole to help out, seeing as youâd spent some time with her during celebratory bar nights and get togethers at Nicoâs apartment.
The two of you were friendly before, but now you would consider yourself good friends, going out to lunch together and watching bad reality tv during the day when she would come over. She even helped you do your skincare routine one night before bed, giving you different tips and tricks on the order of application. It felt like you were in middle school again having a sleepover with your best friend.
âI might take her up on that. I think thereâs new episodes of The Circle on Netflix. We could binge them while eating ice cream!â your eyes light up with an idea.
Nico laughs and shakes his head at you while shutting your fridge door.
âI really donât understand your obsession with these awful shows. Jesper and I were talking about how we wouldnât be surprised if the two of you signed up for your own spot on one soon.â
The thought of Nico talking about you when Jesper is talking about Nicole makes your brain stutter for a moment.
You canât deny that your new found feelings for Nico have continued to develop during the time heâs spent being your self-appointed helper. His insistence on being your personal chauffer, showing up every day like clockwork, even going as far to tell the media team the alternate captains are going to have to do post-game media for home games until youâre back to work causes your feelings to grow each day.
You havenât told your mom about the arrangement with Nico, not wanting to get her hopes up, still not entirely convinced Nico isnât just being nice. The two of you havenât shared any intense moments like the first night he braided your hair, now the braiding sessions being filled with small talk and laughter.
Hearing that Nico is bringing you up when Jesper is talking about his own girlfriend, however, sparks a seed of hope in you.
âAnd if we do, you and Jesper can be our cheerleaders from the other side,â you tell him, sticking your tongue out.
When Nico finishes putting away the rest of your groceries, he takes the reusable bag and returns it to its hiding spot under the sink.
At this point, Nico knows your apartment as well as you do. He knows where all of your dishes go, because he unloads your dishwasher and washes anything by hand that wonât fit. He knows where all of your clothes go in your room, helping you wash, fold, and put away your laundry â with the exception of your underwear, he hasnât earned access to that drawer yet. He knows where everything in your bathroom is, having to take a shower one morning after he crashed on the couch. He even knows which junk drawer has which random items in it.
Youâve become so comfortable with Nico being here, itâs like a tiny part of you doesnât want your arm to heal, just so he has to continue coming over and playing roommate.
Nico walks over and leans against your stove, facing you.
âAre you sure youâll be fine while Iâm gone? Itâs the longest stretch of away games weâve had since your fall.â
He looks genuinely worried, the thought causing a familiar swirl in your belly.
âIâll be fine, Neeks. This thing comes off next week anyways,â you lift the arm in your sling for emphasis. âIâm going to have to get used to you being gone again, anyways. This week will be like a practice run.â
You catch the way Nicoâs eyes just slightly fall. If you werenât always paying attention to his beautiful eyes, you wouldâve missed it, perking up just as quickly as they fell.
âGod, finally. Thought Iâd have to be your maid forever,â he exaggerates his words, making a big show of rolling his eyes and throwing his arms up above his head.
âOh shut it, you love hanging out with me,â you step towards him, wagging your finger in his face.
He tilts his head, pretending to think about your words. âYeah, I guess youâre pretty good company,â he reaches out, grabbing the finger a few inches from his nose.
The two of you stand there, his hand not letting go of your finger, letting it drop in-between your bodies.
His lips fall from his wide smile, slightly separated as he stares at you.
Feeling the energy shift, you stare back at him, not knowing what exactly is happening. Neither one of you have spoken for a solid minute now, your finger still trapped in his hand.
Your eyes flick down to his pink lips, and back up to his eyes. He darts his tongue out to lick his dry lips, unable to move your gaze from them this time. Thinking about what his lips would feel like on yours, the alarm bells start going off in your head.
Clearing your throat and stepping back, you break the moment, not knowing what else to do.
Nico drops your finger, bringing a hand up to run through his long hair, looking away from your face.
Was he thinking about kissing you like you were thinking about kissing him? Would you have really let him? Why did you interrupt the moment? You like him you idiot!
When Nico pushes himself off of your stove, you start ignoring the voice in your head.
âI need to get going. Still need to stop by my place and grab a few things before heading to the rink,â he says, still refusing to meet your eye. âIâll, uh, call you when we get there, like usual, okay?â
Nodding at him you reply with a âYeah, sounds good.â
âAlright. Good. Iâll see you in a few days?â he walks over to you, hands twitching at his sides like he wants to give you a hug, but doesnât know if he should.
You eliminate the space between you, wrapping him up in a hug. âSounds perfect. Play safe.â
He hugs your body to his for a few more moments before letting go, a small âByeâ leaving his mouth before he grabs his keys off of your kitchen table and exits your apartment with a wave.
You stand in your kitchen thinking about your interaction, deciding a phone call to your mother was needed.
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Grabbing the bowl of freshly popped popcorn, you walk back over to your living room and plop down next to Nicole.
Tonight was the night the boys are supposed to be getting back from their road trip. Since they werenât supposed to be getting back until late tonight, you decided to spend the evening watching some of your favorite rom coms to pass the time.
Nicole always said waiting for Jesper to get home on the day of was the worst, because she knows its so close but the time always seems to drag. You surprisingly understood, the past week feeling like the longest of your life without Nicoâs presence around your apartment.
After your phone call with your mom the other night, you allowed yourself to realize you want to be with Nico. Your confession to her that you did actually have feelings for the hockey player earned a squeal of joy and an extremely enthusiastic âI told you so!â
Talking with your mom about his actions throughout your whole accident and healing process really opened your eyes to how long youâve really had feelings for him. You werenât completely blind, finding Nico attractive from the very beginning, but you hadnât really let yourself go all the way. Preventing yourself from getting your hopes up and embarrassing yourself, you kept using the excuse of him just being nice to justify why there were no feelings involved in your friendship.
You realized what a load of bullshit that was, though, considering how often you found yourself calling him to tell him good news whenever you received any. Or wanting to have a movie night anytime you were upset or sad, knowing your mood would improve the second Nico walked through your door. Or all the times at the bar when you would ignore menâs advances, wanting to just spend time talking with Nico the whole night.
Your mom recounted all the times she knew, once again marking that first time he helped you on the ice as the moment. Sheâs still not able to convince you that it was then, considering you and Nico didnât even really know each other then.
Thinking back on your phone call with your mom made you think about how you hadnât heard from Nico in a while, pulling your phone out to see if he had given you any update on where they were.
Nicole threw a handful of popcorn at you, fussing at you to pay attention to the movie and that theyâll be home when theyâre home. You surrendered to her wishes and placed your phone face down on the coffee table in front of you.
Your third movie of the night was about halfway over when you heard a key turning in the lock on your door, knowing that only one other person had a key to your apartment.
You grab the remote and pause the movie, turning your body to face behind your couch, waiting for Nico to walk around the corner.
As he rounds the corner, suitcase in hand, you canât help the grin that breaks out on your face.
âYouâre back!â you exclaim, fighting the urge to leap off of the couch and crush him in a hug.
âIâm tired,â he responds, his smile bright but eyes tired.
The dark skin under his eyes confirm his words, assuming he had been asleep on the plane until they landed.
âWell, I guess that means I need to get home to Jesp,â Nicole says, sitting up and grabbing her shoes.
Nico looks over, mumbling out a âGood to see you Nicole, thanks for keeping her company this week,â before looking over at you, yawning as he told you he was going to take a quick shower then crash on your couch.
You give him a nod, telling him the stuff he bought last time was still in there.
Nicole gives the two of you a look, waiting until she hears the bathroom door shut to speak up.
âHe keeps shower stuff here?â
Looking over at her you explain the time he fell asleep here and needed to shower that morning, stating you had too many expensive looking products to waste on himself, so he bought his own shower essentials and uses them anytime he decides to shower here after practice.
âSo let me get this straight. He comes home to your apartment after a long road series, keeps his own products in your shower, has a key, and stays the night sometimes?â she watches you nod, her words not sinking in. âSo, he does all of this, but the two of you still claim youâre just friends?â
Not knowing how to respond, you just stare at her. She keeps looking at you, waiting for your answer.
âWellâŠI meanâŠI donât know,â you finally spit out.
âWhat do you mean you donât know?â she questions.
âI mean, thereâs little moments here and there that lets me think we could be more than friends, but I donât want to bring it up because what if heâs just being nice? What if he agrees that weâre really just friends?â you open up to Nicole, the only other person youâre able to talk about this with being your mom.
She scoffs at you. âAre you kidding me? What kind of moments? Because from where Jesper and I are sitting, we keep expecting you guys to make it official any day now.â
Your cheeks heat at her words. âWell, like the fact I never even had to ask him to do all of this stuff for me, he just did. And he admitted that he drove all the way to the hospital the night I got hurt because no one had any updates, then drove here with no socks on when they told him I had already come home. He keeps getting all of these restaurants to cut my food up in weird ways so itâs easier for me to eat with one hand. And if they donât do it, he will,â you keep rambling, not focusing on your surroundings enough to hear the shower shut off. âI mean, he offered me skating lessons when he saw me stumble on the ice once, then started coming over for dinner multiple times a week, unless theyâre on the road.â
Nicole looks past you down the short hallway, noticing the light shining through the open bathroom door.
You keep talking. âThe biggest one, though, is that I think we almost kissed before they left on Monday,â you tell her, causing Nicoleâs eyebrows to shoot up.
âSPILL,â Nicole insists, her interest at an all time high.
âWell, we were standing in my kitchen just goofing off and I stuck my finger in his face. He grabbed it and wouldnât let go, then we just kind of started staring at each other. Before I knew what was happening, I was staring at his lips and he was staring at mine, then I got nervous and stepped back before anything could happen,â you tell her with a shrug.
Nicole groans. âAre you serious!? You could have kissed him and you chickened out? What were you thinking?â
âI donât know! I was thinking âwhat if I just have something on my face and he doesnât actually want to kiss me.ââ
She shakes her head at you. Movement down the hallway catches her eye, watching Nico step out of the small bathroom, and idea forming.
âI mean, you do like him, right?â She watches Nicoâs figure stop in his tracks.
You sigh at her, letting your head sag a bit.
âOf course I like Nico. Heâs kind, funny, takes care of me,â you start, a dreamy tone making its way into your voice. âNot to mention heâs insanely attractive. I justâŠdonât want to mess things up.â
Nicole flits her eyes over to Nico while youâre not paying attention, watching his face morph into shock.
âY/N, the only way youâre going to be able to know if he feels the same way or not is to tell him. Forget about making a fool of yourself. Nico wonât shun you if he doesnât feel the same way, heâs not that kind of guy,â she assures you.
âI know, Nic. But how do I even bring it up? How do I find the right time to slide âhey, so Iâm pretty sure Iâm in love with you, let me know if you feel the same!ââ You pull a thumbs up at her, pulling a sarcastic face.
Nicole smirks at you, confusing you until she says âJust like that,â before pointing behind you to a freshly showered Nico standing in the hallway, having heard every word you just said.
You turn around, snapping your head back towards Nicole when you see Nico. You donât move, too petrified with the fact he just heard you say you were in love with him.
âY/N, is that true?â Nico calls out, cautiously walking towards your couch.
Nicole stands, claiming it was time for her to go before she hastily made her exit.
Your eyes are squeezed shut, trying to pull off the âif I canât see them, they canât see me,â move.
âIs what you just told Nicole true? Youâre in love with me?â you hear from in front of you now, feeling the couch dip.
You refuse to open your eyes, wanting to disappear into thin air. When Nico reaches his hand out, grabbing your non-slinged hand in his own, your eyes snap open.
Heâs looking at you with an expression in his eyes youâve only ever seen a few times before. Once when you wore his jersey for opposites day at work, handing him your camera to tote around all day as you, very poorly, skated around the ice, trying to scoot a puck around. The second was when you surprised him with a pan of brownies for his birthday, knowing how much he loves the chocolatey squares. The third was when he braided your hair for the first time, recognizing the softness of his eyes through the mirror. The most recent, aside from right now, was earlier this week, during the same moment you just described to Nicole.
âIâŠâ you try to speak, but youâre still stuck in shock.
Nico chuckles and drops his head, looking at your hand in his.
âWould it make you feel better if I told you Iâm pretty sure Iâm in love with you, too?â he repeats your words, looking up and into your eyes as he says them.
Your mouth snaps shut, a new kind of shock entering your system.
âI think I have been since that first time Jack almost took you out on the ice,â he starts. âI had seen you before, but we only really spoke when you were telling me how to pose for pictures. Or making me smile for arrival pictures,â he reminisces, a fond smile on his face. âI always thought you were the most beautiful woman Iâd ever seen, but I knew I had to get you to talk to me somehow, the skating lessons being my perfect in,â he tells you, squeezing your hand.
You canât believe your mother was right. The lessons were a calculated move for Nico to establish himself in your life.
Nico keeps talking, pulling you from the realization. âThe more we spent time together, the more I realized I wanted you to be more than just my pretty coworker I taught how to ice skate. So, when you offered the dinners after lessons, I jumped. I was hoping it was your way of telling me you had feelings for me, too, but when you kept telling your mom we were just friends, I figured I could wait it out a little longer,â he references all the times you complained about your mom jumping to conclusions. âI kept lying in wait, trying to find the perfect moment to make my move, and then you got hurt. I was so worried when they told me you fell and they had to take you to the hospital. Got scared it was my fault, that I told you the wrong thing during a skating lesson, or I pushed you to skate on your own before you were ready,â he starts rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.
âWhen I realized you would need major help while your arm was in that sling, not even being able to brush your hair by yourself, I knew this is where I could tell you. Maybe bring it up when I was braiding your hair, or slip a note in your bagel bag one morning. Hell, I even thought about spelling it out with sushi pieces that first night, but figured that might be a bit tacky,â you laughed at his words, remembering wondering what was taking him so long to bring your food to you. âBut then, every time I thought about it, I chickened out. The closest I ever got was the moment in your kitchen, every muscle in my body screaming at me to just lean in and kiss you,â your laugh is cut short at his confession. âWhen you pulled back before I could, I assumed you didnât feel the same way, so I left. I was embarrassed, not wanting to sit in the rejection any longer. But this week, being away for so long after spending nearly every day with you for the past three weeks, I knew I had to tell you.â
Youâre glad he was as affected by not being around you this week as you were, not feeling as pathetic anymore.
âWas going to tell you when I walked through the door actually, but then I saw Nicole here and didnât want to do it in front of her. That worked out great, didnât it?â he laughs at the situation, Nicole clearly having different plans.
You scoff out a âYeah, clearly, considering she railroaded me without me even knowing.â
âWell, Iâm very glad she did, because now I can stop talking about you like a lovesick puppy to them,â Nico tells you, confirming your earlier feeling that Nico brings you up during âgirlfriend talkâ.
âMy mom is so totally going to freak out when I tell her weâre dating,â you tell him, stopping yourself. âWe are dating, right?â
Nico laughs as he brings his hands up to cup your face, pulling you in for a kiss, his lips as soft as you imagined they were. He keeps the kiss light and sweet before pulling back.
âIâll take that as a yes,â your cheeks flush, earning another laugh from the man in front of you.
âCâmon, Iâm tired and would love to sleep in an actual bed tonight. We can talk details tomorrow, girlfriend,â he emphasizes the word. âRight now, I need cuddles and sleep,â he stands, holding his hand out for you to grab as you stand, leading you down the hallway towards your bedroom.
Thinking back to what lead you to this moment, you giggle quietly to yourself, finding it a little comical that it took you literally falling on the ice and injuring yourself to realize youâd already fallen there once before.
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SUMMER'S #1 PERK
genre. fluff. warnings. gyuvin is shirtless âŒïžâïž n reader gets very shy. AND GYUVIN IS SO FLIRTY GOD. not proofread cause it's 6 am and i'm going to sleep but i'll fix it later if i have to skdjsk. pairing. gyuvin x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. requested by đ„ anon for prompt #27: "eyes up here, idiot" ++ written for @blue-jisungs <3 (i forgot if this was a deal before or not but uhh ik im getting gunwook in return for finishing this so a win is a win đȘ) a/n. the zb1 delusions continue guys (send more in if u have any đâŒïž)
You had never been a fan of summer. The overwhelming heat, sticky sweat, and endless free time just clashed with you. As soon as summer started, you were already counting down the days until it would end, much preferring winter to it any year.Â
But, as you sat on the pool chair under an umbrella, you realized that summer might have at least one perk to it. And that was your boyfriend shirtless at the pool.
You had been dubious at the idea of swimming with your boyfriendâs friends when he suggested the idea to you that morning. It was only your second or third time hanging out with them, and you never particularly liked water activities. But all your prior reluctance seemed to have disappeared into thin air the second Gyuvin walked out of the house with iced lemonade in his hands and a very clear absence of any swim top.Â
You couldnât help but blush at the sight. Truthfully, the most you had seen was him in a tank top as the weather got warmer. You were always one to take things slowly, and while you knew he worked out and definitely had muscles hiding underneath, you were never in a rush to see them. Maybe because you knew you would get flustered like you were now.Â
Gyuvinâs eyes searched for yours, as they always did when he was apart from you for any amount of time. His face brightened when he spotted you sitting cross legged on the pool chair, book in your lap, trying your best to look anywhere but him.Â
âWant some lemonade?â He asked as he walked over, holding a cool glass topped with a pink straw and a paper umbrella. The sun shined straight down on him, doing wonders to warm his skin tone to a rich golden colour, his chest and abdomen catching the warmth of it as well.Â
He had told himself he wouldnât get his hopes up about your reaction to him being shirtless. He loved having an effect over you; it boosted his ego. But he didnât want to be cocky. It was true that he had worked on his chest and abs a little harder specifically for you. Who could blame him for wanting to look nice for his girlfriend? He just wanted to match up to how pretty you were.
He didnât miss the way you were avoiding eye contact, or the flush that was taking over your face. Now that he saw how shy you were, he couldnât help the grin that spread to his face. You took the lemonade from him and used it as a distraction, although you snuck another peak at his stomach when he handed you the glass.
âThe boys want to do a relay race. Iâll be back once I win!â He said cheerfully, leaning over your chair to give you a kiss on the forehead.
You let out a sigh of relief when he turned away from you, so sure you were going to completely melt into a puddle under his stare if he looked at you for even a second longer. Watching him from a distance was infinitely easier on your racing heart.
The boys did several rounds of relay races, and then started to play catch with some pool toys. You just watched them with a smile on your face. They were having fun, and you loved to hear your boyfriendâs laugh. He was on a team with Jiwoong, Yujin, and Ricky for a game of pool volleyball, and somehow, miraculously, they won against the others.
You saw Gyuvin cheer, hugging Ricky in celebration. It was cute how hard they celebrated just for winning a game of pool volleyball. Gyuvin then turned to you, grinning as your eyes met. You smiled at him and he beckoned you over to him, meeting you at the side of the pool.
You dipped your feet into the water, sitting on the poolside as the other boys got out to dry off. Gyuvin swam over to you, still somehow taller than you despite standing much lower in the water.
âDid you see I got the winning point?â He laughed, pushing his hair back off of his forehead as he got to the edge of the pool.Â
âI saw! It was a super close game.â You smiled as he wrapped your legs around his waist, closing the little distance between you two. âYou know, you distracted me from my book.â You draped your arms around his bare shoulders, not minding how they were still wet from the water.
He started to smile, âOh? How so, baby?â He teased, already knowing where this was going.Â
âHow am I supposed to focus on anything when youâre shirtless?â It was hard to even say it in front of him, the sight of his smirk widening making you blush. You wouldâve run away from his teasing if you could, but he had you trapped, hands securely on your waist, keeping you close to him.
âEye's up here, idiot.â His eyes twinkled as he lifted a hand to your cheek, feeling how warm it was. You couldnât even think of a suitable defense to save yourself from the embarrassment given how your brain was short-circuiting. Not that Gyuvin gave you any time to respond regardless, much more focused on capturing your lips with his.Â
Seeing you shy only made him bolder, confidence bubbling in his chest more than it ever had before. Your blush was already the most adorable sight Gyuvin had ever seen, but to know it appeared because of him made his heart warm in his chest.Â
Summerâs biggest perk was definitely this. Shy giggles, flushed cheeks, and warm kisses shared in the pool with your (shirtless) boyfriend.Â
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Rich Part 22
Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. Y/n meets Anne, her Dad finds out the truth and an unexpected encounter has devastating results.
Warning: Smut, bj (the beginning of one anyway), penetration, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk. Mentions of revenge p*rn, Ethan, bad mental health. There is also a detailed account of a panic attack and negative thinking so please be mindful of this. PLEASE lmk if I've missed anything â€ïž
Word count:Â 21k+
Author's note: Look I'll always say I'm an angst writer not an angst reader so I hope you guys enjoy reading a bit of it... At this point Rich won't be finishing up at Part 25 as expected because I just don't think I'll fit everything I want to within three more chapters so you're welcome I guess. ANYWAY happy reading muah
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âOkay⊠yâready?â Harry asked, bopping his knee anxiously.Â
âIâm ready.â You confirmed, smiling.Â
You totally werenât ready.Â
This was the first meet-the-parents thing you had ever done in your life and you were fucking terrified. You didnât want to come across as too immature or young but you also wanted to be yourself. Compared to Harry you were young and even if you had things in common, you were as Gen Z as they came and the last thing you wanted was Anne thinking you were some kid.Â
From what Harry told you, Anne wasnât a judgmental person. She was a sweetheart and seemed so gentle and kind. Like your mum but without the hint of crazy. He did say Anne liked a good glass of wine, which both you and your mum enjoyed as well so that was one thing you had in common.Â
You were definitely overthinking it way too hard but Harry being nervous made you nervous. You just wanted her to like you. It was a lot harder meeting her for the first time via Facetime too because there wasnât really a lot of external stimuli to chat about if things got quiet. You werenât sharing a meal or doing an activity where the conversation could drift naturally. This all felt so formal.
Harry assured you that heâd jump in at any point it got quiet but that he didnât think heâd need to because Anne loved to talk about anything and everything. That made you feel a bit better but you still felt like your inside matched how Harry looked on the outside. Anxious.
You didnât really want to make it worse by talking about your own nerves, especially since Harry had been talking about it all damn day. He kept bringing it up through text and called you double what he usually did while he was at work. He was trying to appear calm and in every conversation he was making sure you were still okay with meeting his mum.Â
You knew that it was because he was nervous about it. Harry was practically losing sleep over it and he didnât really understand why. He didnât expect to be so nervous about it, especially since he wasnât phased by your parents knowing about you two.Â
He just loved you so much, so fucking much, and you were one of the most important people in his life. The most important. His mum was one of the other important people and maybe thatâs why he was all in knots about it.Â
His mumâs opinion on you mattered a great deal to him and even if it wouldnât change how he felt about you, or whether he continued seeing you, it still mattered. She is the closest family member he has and he wants you two to get along more than anything else.Â
Deep down, all along all Harry ever wanted was a family. Maybe not the kids and nuclear family model, but family. He could play it off and think that meaningless hookups and money could satisfy him for the rest of his life and for a while it did. It truly did. But meeting you changed everything and now all he wanted was his family together.Â
He wanted a life with friends that he loved, a partner he adored who adored him back and he wanted his family back together again. Harry had two out of three of those things and now his family was the last thing he needed to tackle.Â
Harry knew Anne would love you because he loved you, but he was still riddled with anxiety. The cause was more than just this initial FaceTime of course, but this was one of the many things he was having a hard time dealing with. He felt blessed that he had you to support him through everything.Â
You placed a gentle hand on his knee, applying a little pressure so it would stop shaking. âAre you ready?âÂ
Harry nodded, grabbing your chin affectionately, âyeah, mâlove. Just havenât introduced many partners to her before. Not that any of them were nearly as important as you.â
Not that any of them were as important as you.Â
Oh did you fucking love this man.Â
âI hope she likes meâ you whispered, puckering your lips against his thumb when he brushed it against your mouth. Â
âShe will.â He assured you while smiling fondly. âWhatâs not to like, baby?âÂ
âthank youâŠâ you whispered, pecking him quickly. âI love you.â
âLove you.â He murmured, wanting to say so much more only to be interrupted by the ringing sound of his laptop. It was far easier to do FaceTime with both of you on the bigger screen and this way you wouldnât be as squished up.Â
You quickly adjusted your hair over your shoulders so it laid nicely, trying not to bite away the lipgloss you applied specifically for this call. You wanted to look nice to meet Anne for the first time, even if it was via FaceTime.Â
The screen lit up with Anneâs gorgeous face and smile when Harry answered the call. His hand fell to your thigh immediately, reaching for your hand to intertwine your fingers together.Â
âHi mum.â Harry greeted with a bright smile. His entire demeanor lit up when he saw her and you could visibly feel his body relax a little. You had never seen Harry interact with any family before so it was just so⊠nice to watch. You felt warm inside even after two words.Â
âHarry! Oh my gosh, your beard. Itâs so lush. You look wonderful.â Anne beamed, her face bright and so warm. You had seen photos of her before, even stalked her Instagram a little to see what vibe she gave off and she was even lovelier than usual.Â
âThanks,â Harry sheepishly responded, stroking the stubble on his jaw. He didnât grow it out very often, at least not to the length it had gone now. It was only when he was on holiday usually. But you liked his moustache and the feeling of his facial hair between your thighs so he was more than happy to give you what you wanted. Harry liked the look too, he just preferred being cleanly shaved for work.Â
You were obviously more important than his job.Â
âAnd you must be y/n! Oh, youâre gorgeous.â She cooed, looking right at you, âSheâs gorgeous, H.â Her eyes flicked to Harry.Â
âI know. Absolutely breathtakingâ Harry brought your intertwined fingers to his mouth and kissed the back of your hand before setting it back down on your knee.Â
âThank you.â You blushed, âitâs so nice to meet you, Anne. Harryâs told me so much about you.â You squeezed Harryâs hand, feeling like you were in some sort of job interview. You were lost for words and so nervous. You couldnât relax even if you wanted to.Â
âOh, Iâm sure he has, darling.â She laughed. It was so warm and homely, much like Harryâs. âHeâs such a storyteller, arenât you, H? Always has been yâknow, even as a kid. He used to dress up and perform plays for Gem and me. Oh, he was so cute!â
âMum.â Harry scolded. Of course, it barely took a minute before she spoke about his childhood. He knew if you were all in her kitchen sheâd have the photo albums out before you even arrived.Â
âOh shush, you. Donât pretend you didnât love it. He was such a little actor. A good singer too.â Anne replied, happy to be sharing stories about her son with an actual girlfriend of his.Â
âYeah he is,â you agreed, âHe always leads our singing in the car.â You finished off with a giggle.
âI do not.â Harry defended.
âYou so do! He always leads, Anne. Always.â You laughed, earning
âThatâs not true, I sing plenty thank you very much.â Harry defended, knowing you were just riling him up when in fact your car singalongs were some of his favourite moments and a regular occurrence when you were out and about.
âMhmm. Sure.â You teased, earning a pinch on your thigh in reprimand. Â
âWeâve got one of those little karaoke machines here, y/n, and every Christmas Harry used to do a singalong with all the kids. He said it was because they loved it but we all knew it was because he did.â Anne smiled fondly at the memory, but you could feel the sudden shift in the air at the mention of Christmas. Something Harry hadnât been to for years. âAnyway, that was a while agoâŠâ she brushed off, but you could feel the way Harry was tensed against you. âHarry tells me youâre studying? Marketing, right?âÂ
âYeah,â you confirmed, giving Harryâs hand a comforting squeeze.Â
He wrapped his arm around your waist to hold onto you and intertwined your fingers with his other hand. It immediately made him calm down again. He wasnât usually so sensitive but with so much going on and the possibility of him actually being at his familyâs Christmas this year, it hit him a little harder than usual. It wasnât Anneâs intention at all and Harry knew that, but it was hard to think about the years he missed.Â
âIâm doing a double bachelor's degree in marketing and arts. Itâs my final year so Iâve only got one semester left and then Iâm free. Finally.â You finished with a nervous laugh.Â
âOh wow, thatâs amazing You must be so proud of your achievements,â She gushed like she was proud of you and it was the first time she had ever met you. Her energy was so kind and warm, exactly how Harry described. âI remember from Harry how hard it can be to be in university. All that study and stress. Youâre working as well, arenât you?âÂ
âUm thank you,â You tucked your hair behind your ear, feeling a little shy at her sudden praise. âAnd I am, yeah. Iâm working at a cafe on campus a couple days a week, sometimes more depending on my workload. It can be a lot sometimes but Iâm trying to make the most out of it. Iâve made really good friends and we all live close by or have classes together so I want to have as much fun as I can before itâs all over. Itâs crazy how fast itâs gone already.â
âWell from what Harryâs told me, youâre smart and very capable. Iâm sure youâll do great.â She replied earnestly, âdo you have plans for after graduation?â
âIâm not 100% sure yet, actually. I always had this idea of going straight into work and if I find something Iâm interested in Iâll definitely go for it but I don't know⊠I donât think Iâm in a rush to get there. Iâd like to travel for a bit, maybe take some time to figure out what I want to do. Iâd like to do my masters eventually as well so Iâm not sure if I want to do that before going into full-time work or work a bit then do it. Iâll see how I go, really.â you smiled sheepishly, looking at Harry briefly. His entire focus was on you and he was squeezing your waist and hand encourgagingly. âFor now I just want to get good results.â
âSheâs incredibly smart and talented,â Harry complimented, kissing your temple lovingly. You blushed at the show of affection, especially in front of his mum. You loved it, you really did, it was just so unfamiliar to be so open in front of family. You two hadnât even seen your mum together yet. âWhatever she does, sheâll be amazing at.â
âIâm sure you will be, y/n.â Anne echoed, feeling her own heart burst with how affectionate Harry was being with you. She had never seen him like this with anyone before. Not since he was a young boy anyway.Â
âThank youâŠâ You whispered, smiling up at him. His gaze was so loving and so sincere. It was like you were his entire universe. You were getting way too flustered and at this point, you still hadnât asked Anne any questions. You wanted the attention off yourself already. âAnd what about you, Anne? Harry told me you write childrenâs novels?â
âAnd illustrate.â She proudly added, âOh itâs my passionâŠâ
The phone call lasted a good hour. It was just a natural back-and-forth conversation between you all that felt so comfortable and so homely. After you finally relaxed and Harry did as well, it was easy to enjoy talking to her. Anne was so lovely and so sweet and funny, you already loved her. Archie of course got some limelight and you were able to show pictures of your family and friends and share so many details about your life.
It was only the first meeting and you felt like you were connecting well with her already. Even though Harry said heâd jump in if it got quiet, it just never did. You two were as chatty as anything and Harry barely got to speak unless he was directly addressed. It was wonderful. Anne never made your age seem like it was an issue, though you could tell she was surprised when you told her exactly how old you were.Â
Harry told her more about you after you agreed to meet her and showed her photos of you and all that, but at that point, you realised that he never specified how old you were. You thought he wouldâve been completely honest about your age gap and for the most part, he mustâve been, but it was a little surprising to see that look on her face.
It was only fleeting and if you didnât see her surprised reaction, you wouldâve never known because her attitude didnât change. She seemed genuine in every way, but you hoped that she didnât have any ill feelings towards you because of your age. It wouldâve been understandable of course, especially considering your mumâs reaction to Harry, but you really liked her already and you wanted her to like you back.
âAlright mum, Iâll talk to you soon.â Harry bid his goodbye.
âBye, darling. It was so nice meeting you too, y/n. Hopefully, it isnât too long before I get to see you in person.â Anne waved into the camera, blowing you two a kiss through the screen.
âHopefully not.â You smiled while waving back to her âBye, Anne.â
The screen turned black once the call ended, leaving you two (and Archie) alone again. âSo⊠how do you think it went?â You asked after a moment of silence.Â
He grinned and cupped your face with both hands to look at you, âhow do I think it went? Baby, you two didnât stop talking the entire hour. I think it went perfectly.â
âReally?â You whispered, pecking his mouth before pulling back just enough so your noses were brushing together. âYou think she liked me? She seemed so surprised when I told her how old I am.âÂ
Harry nodded, âI think she loved you. I told you she would.â
âI hope so because I loved her. She was so sweet.â
âSheâll love you saying that.â Harry grinned, humming before kissing you once more. He closed his eyes while pulling away, âmmh. I love you for saying that. I love you anyway, but even more now that you love my mum.âÂ
âAnd here I thought you couldnât get more obsessed with me. All it took was impressing your mother and youâre kissing me and-â
Funny enough, it was a kiss paired with a firm hand around your throat that interrupted your words. The kiss changed from a smooth brush of your lips to something that had you whimpering and gasping for air in a matter of seconds. âI am obsessed with you.â He murmured, pulling away just enough to say the words before he kissed you again. You smiled into it and gripped his hair in a firm tug.Â
âCan I⊠can I say something that might make you more obsessed with me?â You offered, panting a little while letting your hand fall to his thigh to give it a firm squeeze. Â
âImpossible but Iâm listening?â He grinned, leaning back against the couch. He grabbed onto your waist and pulled you towards him, hooking his hand under your knee to drag you across his lap so you were straddling him. It wasnât meant to be sexual necessarily, just because he wanted you as close as possible.Â
His arms wrapped around you as soon as you were settled and he was happy to slide them under your-well his nice knit jumper you stole for the call. It didnât seem necessary to put a bra on when you two were just spending time at home today and only your shoulders up would be shown in the call. He was able to feel the entire expanse of your bare back and how soft your skin was. It was driving him mad.Â
âIâve been thinking⊠about London.â You swallowed thickly, a little nervous about the conversation you were about to have, âAbout ItalyâŠâÂ
It was hard to communicate properly when his hands were rubbing all over your back and sides, his fingers even grazing the sides of your breasts for a moment before returning backwards. You had been thinking about the trip intensely over the last couple of days since he first brought it up to you and all the pros and cons of going.Â
Your main concern was his family, but it wasnât just that. When you two spoke about it, it was before your mum knew and there was so much uncertainty surrounding your parents. You knew you wouldnât have been able to go on the trip without telling them about it and you couldnât exactly do that without telling them the truth. Now that your mum knew and was happy for you⊠it kind of felt like that situation wasnât a reason not to go on the trip anymore.
University was another concern but Harry was right in saying that the trip would barely overlap with your classes. Your semester ended just over a week before the trip, as did your assignments. You only had two exams and they were both luckily early on in the timetable, like even your university wanted you to go on this trip. They didnât leave you much space for when Harry wanted to leave, barely a few days but you could manage.Â
As for money⊠Harry already offered to cover everything⊠multiple times. You knew that if you did end up going it was non-negotiable for him to foot the bill as he simply wouldnât have it any other way and while the thought kind of mortified you, you also knew he only offered because he genuinely wanted to do it. Besides, even if Harry offered to pay for it all, you still wanted to have your own money and realistically⊠you did. With how Harry paid you for months while you dog sat for him, you had really healthy savings and while most of it was reserved for actual living and your trip at the end of the year, you could afford to spend some of it.Â
There were more reasons to go than not to go and you hoped that the concerns you did have could just be talked about.Â
âYeah? What about it?â Harry scratched your back lightly, making goosebumps rise all over your skin until you shivered against him.Â
âWould you⊠would you still want me to go? If I could?âÂ
âYou want to come? Seriously?â His eyes widened in glee and he perked up instantly.Â
You laughed softly while playing with the curls at the back of his head, âI do and I can make it work with school itâs just⊠are you sure itâs not too soon? To⊠yâknow, see your house and your childhood town and for us to spend an entire month together? Weâve only been together a couple of months. What if you get sick of me?â
âIâd never get sick of you.â He defended with a soft smile, hugging you close to him. âI want you to come more than anything, baby. Truly. It would make me so happy.â
âAnd what about your family? I want to support you and Iâm happy to be there for you but I donât want to overstep and I donât want to⊠I donât know, like, take away anything from your healing. I still think this is something you should do by yourself.â
âI understand what youâre saying, y/n and I get it.â His hands settled to your lower back in a loose hold while he maintained eye contact with you, âThis is something Iâve been afraid of for years and I know I need to face it by myself but that doesnât mean I donât want you meeting anyone.â He flashed a soft smile, wrapping his arms properly around you. He hugged you against him, loving the feeling of having you close to him during a conversation like this. âSure, Gemâs birthday might be off the table because who knows how thatâs going to go, but Iâd still love for you to meet my mum and⊠whoever else would be willing. Itâs been a long time since Iâve been back, but Iâd like to think youâd be received with open arms.â
Truthfully, Harry didnât know what to expect from his visit home. He kept in contact with some of his closest cousins and friends, but there were still those who never really forgave him for what he did to Gemma. He wasnât sure if theyâd come around after the effort he was about to put into trying to mend that relationship, but they were all loving and earnest people. Harry hoped theyâd be willing to forgive him.Â
He was trying not to get too hopeful though.Â
âEven if Iâm not⊠received with open arms, Iâd understand it.â You replied softly. âI just donât want to be one of the reasons your family doesnât want to give you a chance, thatâs all.â
If this situation was reversed and your family member was coming to visit to try and mend things, only to bring his very new and young girlfriend along with him, youâd be hesitant for sure. It was why you had no expectations to meet anyone or attend any family reunions. You were very prepared to be spending days alone and exploring the city while Harry reconnected with everyone. You had always wanted to solo travel so you actually hoped youâd be able to spend some days just walking around by yourself.Â
âY/n⊠my sweet, sweet girl, you wonât be.â He assured, bringing his hands from under your jumper to cup your face. âThere may be a chance theyâre not very receptive to me, but thatâll be with or without you thereâŠâ He smiled lovingly, running his thumbs over your cheeks. His touch was an instant calm and you found yourself leaning into it heavily. âLook, I understand if you may feel a little awkward so I wonât push you to do anything, but if things are going well I don't see why you couldnât meet everyone. I know my mum would want to have you over for dinner. Not sure if youâll be able to get out of that. â
You laughed softly at his comment and leaned forward to kiss him. âIâd love to meet your mum.â You declared softly, kissing him again. âOkayâŠâ You whispered while pulling away, âIâm in.â
âYeah?â He grinned.
âYeah.â You echoed, nodding before squealing when Harry suddenly scooped you up from the couch.Â
âHow âbout we celebrate then, hm?â He mused, kissing you between words as he very quickly made his way upstairs. You laughed a little but agreed nonetheless, kissing him as much as possible until you were lying down on his bed.Â
Archie had followed you upstairs with a toy in his mouth, tail wagging like you were all about to play a game until Harry quickly uttered those three words that made Archie whine like a sad puppy dog. âHarry, heâs crying.â You pouted, looking around Harryâs legs to make eye contact with the sad little boy.Â
âHeâll be fine.â Harry laughed, âgo on, Arch, go downstairs.âÂ
After another huff, Archie trotted off with his toy in his mouth, allowing Harry to close the bedroom door and leave you two alone. He turned back to face you, eyes dark and full of promise of what he was about to do to you. You couldnât have been more excited.Â
âI canât believe weâre finally christening your bed.â You teased, pushing your sweatpants down your legs until they got caught around your ankles. Harry was quick to help you and pulled them off the rest of the way.
âMhmm. Itâs been way too long, baby⊠Still want to get my box of toys out, though. Iâve got a paddle and pink rope with your name on it.â He smirked, dumping your sweatpants onto the floor before pulling off his hoodie and shirt in one go.Â
âWhen I sleep over. Please, when I sleep overâŠâ you murmured, sitting up so Harry could pull your-his knit jumper off to join the growing pile on the floor. He quickly shoved his pants off before settling between your thighs and joining your mouths in a messy heated kiss.Â
Youâd never get sick of kissing him, not when it felt like an explosion in your belly and a tingling all over your body. Just a single peck had you completely swooning and youâd happily make out with him for hours without doing anything else.
Though knowing you two⊠it always turned into something else. Something more.Â
âBaby thereâs so many things I need to do to you. Just need time and privacy so I can make you scream as loud as I fucking want.â His words were low and rumbly, partly disappearing into the seam of your mouth because he just couldnât part from your lips long enough to get a full sentence out. The fact that he used âneedâ instead of âwantâ drove you up the fucking wall and you were suddenly more desperate than ever to touch him.
âIâd do anything for that⊠anythingâŠâ You gasped, digging your fingers into his shoulders. His body was so big and heavy over you and you could already feel how hard he was pressed against you. Long and thick and all yours. Sometimes you had to pinch yourself when you thought about being with someone like Harry.Â
âMmh, I know you would.â He hummed, beginning to kiss along your jaw down to your neck. âBet youâd beg for it too, wouldnât you?â
âYesâŠâ You nodded breathlessly, pulling his mouth back to yours by cupping his jaw in both hands. With a little hook of your neck and a very clear âlay downâ mumbled into Harryâs mouth, he let you turn your bodies so he was against the bed and you were straddling him.Â
âI love seeing you like thisâ Harry murmured, watching you adjust so you were kneeling between his legs instead of sitting on top of him. You smiled at the compliment and ran your hands over his chest, digging your nails into his skin ever so slightly so he groaned and squeezed your waist.
âI love seeing you like thisâ You replied, leaning down to press a kiss to the middle of his chest. âI love kissing youâŠâ you continued, peppering kisses all over his chest and down to his abs, â...kissing your body, your tattoosâŠâÂ
Harry sighed above you, sliding his hand through your hair to sweep it across to one shoulder so it wasnât covering your face. Every gentle touch of your lips against him had his entire body clenching with need. He knew you could feel it too.Â
You took your time running your mouth and tongue over his body, tracing his tattoos and the contours of his muscles. There was just something so fucking sexy about having full access to him like this, of being able to touch and kiss wherever you liked. And you had time, you could take as much time in kissing him and touching him and making him cum in your mouth.
As far as your parents knew, you were out with Lucy for the night. You werenât particularly sure if your mum believed your lie when you walked out the door after dropping your things off, but you didnât really pay too much attention to it when your call with Anne was on your mind. There was a change in your schedule this week which allowed you to sleep at your childhood home midweek for once and you took it immediately. Being away from home was harder than ever now that you and Harry were seeing each other and you were getting a bit homesick.Â
You loved living by yourself, but you missed the moments you used to have with your parents. Your nightly Netflix binges with your mum and cooking with your dad. It was why you loved to come home and why you tried to spend as much time here as possible. Now that Harry was in the picture⊠well your homesickness was for him as well as your family.
It always got bad towards the end of the semester too and you were feeling it extra hard this time. You were run down and tired and pushed to your absolute limit and all you wanted to do was go home and be a kid again. Nowadays all you wanted was to curl into Harryâs arms and forget all your responsibilities existed.Â
Oh⊠and you absolutely wanted to do thisâŠ
âEspecially love these onesâŠâ you continued, kissing over his right fern tattoo before pressing your tongue flat against the leaves. âAnd biting hereâŠâ licking a trail up to his hip, you very happily bit down on the spot right above his waistband before starting to work on making a small hickey there.Â
âShitâŠâ Harry breathed, clenching his jaw. His fingers tightened in your hair, trying to control every cell in his body that wanted to take control of the situation. Your teasing was torturous and his cock was so goddamn sore he didnât think heâd even be able to last a full minute once you got your mouth on him. At least he hoped thatâs where this was going. However, he really did not care as long as you were just touching him in some capacity.
âWanna know what I really love, though?â You asked, looking directly up at him while tucking your fingers into the waistband of his tight briefs. His cock was pressing angrily against the soft material and all you wanted to do was get your mouth on it.Â
âWhatâs that?â
âTasting your cockâŠâ you reached down and licked along his length through his underwear, loving the way his filthy moan echoed around the room. âCan I? PleaseâŠâ
âFuck⊠of course you can.â Harry swallowed thickly, almost trembling when you found his tip and sucked ever so gently on it. âShit baby⊠take me out.â
Right as you were about to free his cock and finally taste him, the sound of Harryâs doorbell echoed outside his bedroom door. He had an intercom system upstairs and in his kitchen so the sound was always loudest in those two areas. Archieâs barking followed the ringing soon after and you could hear the distinct sound of him jumping around near the front door.
âWho the fuck would be here right now?â Harry cursed, rubbing his hand over his face.Â
âJust ignore it. Weâre busy.â You shrugged, licking him through his briefs again. You were a big fan of ignoring the door and your phone when you didnât want to speak with someone but if there was one thing you noticed about your parents and well⊠Harryâs generation was that they were incapable of putting their phone on silent.Â
Harry shuddered and hissed at your hot tongue against his cock and soon the door was the last thing on his mind. âYouâre right⊠youâre right. For the love of god, please continue baby.â He practically pleaded, almost coming at the dazed-doe expression you had on your face. It looked like you were almost enjoying this more than him. Almost.Â
You got back to it and kissed along his skin as you pulled his boxers down, following the waistband with your mouth until your lips brushed against the very base of him. His fingers tightened in your hair the further down his length you got until you had licked a trail from his base right to his tip.Â
But then the doorbell rang again, just as you were about to pull his underwear completely down his thighs.Â
âFuck. This better be fucking importantâ Harry cursed again, reluctantly letting go of your hair. You made a noise of indignation and pulled his boxers back up for him before making space so he could get up from the bed. You flopped onto your back, looking at him with straight annoyance at the fact he was taking his cock away from you. âIâll be right back, y/n. Right back.â He promised, reaching down to peck your mouth. âIâm just going to see who it is, okay?âÂ
All Harry had to do was walk a little down his hallway where the intercom was and he could speak to whoever was at the gate. He could do it from his phone too but he left that downstairs and there was no way he was walking all the way down there with a sore cock just to turn away whoever was trying to sell him something.Â
âHurry upppp.â You complained, already impatient with him leaving you.Â
âJust be patient, y/n.â Harry tutted, trying not to show how dizzy he was by how eager you were to suck him off. You could give him head every day or once a month and heâd be as eager and grateful for it every single time. There was just something about enthusiastic head that drove Harry up the fucking wall.Â
Harry adjusted his cock in his boxers before pressing the video button to see who was at his gate and when the clear image popped up, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. âUhh⊠y/n?â
âYeah?â you called back, staring up at the ceiling while clenching and unclenching the duvet in your hands to try and distract yourself from how horny you were.
âItâs your mum.â
âWhat!?â You shot up from the bed immediately, looking at him wide-eyed. âWhat the hell is she doing here?âÂ
It was an immediate cause of panic for the two of you, like you were two teenagers being caught having sex after your parents came home too early. But neither of you were teenagers and you were in the privacy of your own home. Well, Harryâs home.
âI donât know! What do I do?â Even Harry was panicking, mostly at the loss of his time with you but also because he had no idea what your mum wanted. As bad as it was, he hadnât spoken to her properly since she found out about you two. He hadnât seen her due to his work schedule and he didnât really feel right going over for a cup of tea to talk about your relationship without you being present.Â
âJust answer it, I donât know!?â
âOkay⊠shit. Okay.â Harry cleared his throat before pressing the call button to speak to your mum, âHi Jules, everything alright?â
âIs my daughter in there?âÂ
You pressed your hands to your face and groaned into them, already recognising the slight tinge of drunkenness in her voice. Even through the intercom, you could identify the one, potentially one and a half glasses of wine she had.Â
âI know sheâs there, Harry, so I suggest you let me in so we can all chat.â Jules continued.
Harry looked back at you and took his finger off the button, giving you a look that basically asked, âso what should I do?â.Â
âWell we donât exactly have a choice, do we? I canât lie to her again.âÂ
âIâll be right down, Jules.â
Barely two minutes later you were opening the front door and letting your mum into Harryâs house. It was possibly the weirdest situation you had ever been in and you didnât have the slightest idea why she'd be here.
âMum, what are you doing here? You canât just show up like this!â You exclaimed, crossing your arms when her eyes landed on Harryâs knit sweater. Both of you were in a severe rush to get your clothes back on and you opted to greet her so heâd have a little more time to sort himself out. He was as hard as anything upstairs and there was no way he was coming back down without trying to get rid of it.Â
âI can and I will. You lied to me, y/n. I thought telling me about you two was so you wouldnât lie.â
âI couldnât exactly openly say that Iâm spending the afternoon with Harry, could I? Youâre being so weird about us still and Dad doesnât even know.â
âThatâs why Iâm here. I canât keep it a secret anymore! You know how dad is, every time he flashes those puppy eyes or makes me dinner Iâm ready to spill everything. He knows Iâm hiding something. You two need to tell him and-â she stopped herself abruptly, âwhere even is Harry? This is for all of us to talk about not just you and me. He hasnât even come to talk to me too, by the way. Just so you know.â
âI apologise for that,â Harry interjected, making himself known as he walked down the stairs to join you two. He seemed settled enough and far more nonchalant than you were. You still felt and probably looked all flushed and nervous.Â
It wasnât every day your mum interrupted you about to give your boyfriend a fucking blowjob. Hiding where you were was for that exact reason. Because she simply couldnât deal with you two being alone in his house yet and you knew it.Â
âI havenât seen you since y/n told me you knew and I felt it was important for all of us to discuss it together. I wasnât avoiding you by any means, Jules.â He flashed that smooth buttery smile as he stood beside you, resting his hand on your lower back. âShould I put the kettle on? Or would you rather have a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon?â
You had never been more grateful for Harryâs effortless ability to charm women. In a second your mum went from alarmed and ready to tell Harry off to calm and pliant. Part of you fucking hated it, the other was glad she wasnât giving you that panicked look anymore.Â
Barely five minutes later all three of you were sitting on Harryâs dining table with wines in hand. The atmosphere felt like something you had to fight your way through just to breathe. It was awkward and a little tense, something you hoped it wouldnât be after your mum gave her support to your relationship. But she was clearly upset that he hadnât spoken to her.Â
It was understandable to a degree but at the same time, if Harry was a boy your age she wouldnât want to grill him so fucking hard. Sheâd probably call your relationship cute and sweet and ask questions about his family and any siblings.Â
Instead, she was asking him the same questions she asked you already, trying to watch with her own eyes whether Harry was earnest and truthful about his affection for you. The wine she drank drove her questions, none thankfully which were about your sex life. She had no problems asking Harry if he worried about dying at 70 and leaving you young at 50 years old, though, which wasnât exactly a conversation you wanted to have.Â
âMum. Seriously, what are these questions? If he was my age would you ask that?â You scolded, getting a headache. She had no ill intentions of course and she only wanted the best for you, but the way she was grilling Harry was killing you.Â
âI want to know if heâs seriously thought about it, y/n. Thatâs all.â Mum defended. âHave you thought about it?â
Truthfully, until she asked the question the thought had never crossed your mind. Now, you were definitely going to think about it.Â
âItâs okay, y/n. Sheâs just worried as any mother should be.â Harry tried to assure you, bringing your intertwined fingers to his mouth to kiss the back of your hand. He hid it well, but even Harry was taken aback by her questioning and it took a lot to surprise him. He flashed a calm smile before turning to your mum, âI think about our future every day, Jules, and I donât take it lightly. I just want to make y/n happy. Thatâs all I want. If I give her 2 years, 5 years, 40 years of happiness Iâll be happy.âÂ
The thought of that made you giddy. Not the idea of your relationship being limited to two years, but knowing that this could be the rest of your life.Â
âHm.â Your mum responded, sipping her wine. âOkay, well I know where you live so any problems and I know where to find you.âÂ
âYes, you do.â Harry chuckled, resting his arm on the back of your chair. His fingers found your hair and he fiddled with it in his fingers. It was hard for either of you to forget what was so rudely interrupted earlier.Â
Your mumâs eyes drifted to his fingers playing with your hair and you could see the soften of fondness drift in her expression. All she wanted was to make sure you were okay and happy and while her grilling may have annoyed you, you knew it was because she loved you and nothing else. Harry wasnât a twenty-something-year-old, he was 17 years older than you so your mum had every right to make sure he was treating you well. Especially since you were neighbours for years.Â
âWell Iâm happy,â Mum finished off her glass and stood up from the table, ânow you two are coming for dinner. Iâll give you half an hour and you better make sure you look more put together than you do now.âÂ
âMum-â you tried to interject, standing abruptly from the table as well.Â
âNo. You need to tell your dad. I canât keep this a secret any longer and neither should you two.â She looked at Harry briefly, but you both knew that this whole situation fell on your shoulders.Â
You looked down at Harry who was already looking up at you. He nodded gently, reading the question from your one look. Standing up, he squeezed your shoulder before letting his hand fall to your waist.Â
âWeâll be there. Itâll be nice to finally have everything out in the open.â He squeezed your waist, trying to ease some of the anxiety clawing its way up your throat. You nodded and pressed your hand to his lower back, fisting his hoodie.Â
âWeâll see you then, mum.âÂ
Neither you nor Harry could relax once she left. There was no going back to what was interrupted so all you could do was go back upstairs to clean up a little better, which really was just brushing your hair and Harry changing into something a little nicer. You were going to stay in his jumper and your sweats because it was the only clothes you had, but Harry wasnât one to show up in a sweat set for dinner with your parents, especially when it was such a heavy evening.Â
You just hoped that your dad wasnât going to explode. That heâd have a reaction calm enough that youâd be able to discuss it all without anyone yelling. Your dad was kind and generous and he loved you more than anything, but he was also protective. Fiercely protective. The first time you were hurt by a boy as a young teen he almost went to that boy's house to confront him and it wasnât to have a chat.Â
Him and Harry were⊠friendly but not exceptionally close. You always found it a little odd that Harry never wanted to become friends with anyone in the neighbourhood, even when he had common interests with them. Both Harry and your dad liked golf and soccer and yet they never did more than a casual chat over the fence or at a barbecue Harry only attended once in a blue moon.Â
Now⊠you were grateful for the distance Harry kept because it meant their relationship was pleasant but not close enough for there to be some sort of loyalty. There was no betrayal for dating someone a bit younger than your parents. No sides where your dad could feel offended for you dating a friend of his.Â
Still, there was no prediction of what his reaction would be.Â
âMum, dad! Weâre here!â You called through the house as you both walked towards the living area. Harry held your hand tightly, walking closely beside you until you entered kitchen. Once you were in view of your parents he let go of your hand as per what you two agreed. You wanted to settle into dinner before you said anything to your dad, so for now you had to act like you just went over to visit him and your mum extended the invitation for dinner.Â
âHey pumpkin,â Dad greeted immediately, leaving his pot on the stove unattended while he approached you immediately for a hug. âHow are you? Missed you.â He squeezed.Â
ââM good. Tired. How was work?â You hugged him back, smiling at the feeling of him kissing the top of your head while he released you from the hug.Â
âSame old, P.â He shrugged, squeezing your shoulder before moving onto Harry. âHarry, mate. How are you? â Tim greeted with a wide grin, extending his hand for Harry to shake until they went into one of those quick bro hugs. âGlad you could join us!â
ââCourse, thank you so much for having me.â Harry smiled back.
Dad was as happy as anything with Harry being present, especially after Harry offered one of the more expensive wine bottles from his collection as a gift. They got into immediate conversation while Dad got back to cooking and Harry joined him. He offered his help and wound up pouring Mum and you a glass of that expensive wine each. Your mum definitely didnât need it, but you sure as hell did.
It was such a nice domestic scene to watch. The way Harry so effortlessly conversed with your parents and made himself at home in your kitchen to help out was fucking sexy, thatâs what it was. Your mum and you were able to just sit at the island bench and watch while your partners did all the work, which is exactly how it was when it was just you and Harry. Of course, only three of you in the room knew the truth, but even so, there was no akwardness or tension in the air.
You were sure that would change once your dad found out, but your mum was as happy as anything and she did know. It was like the conversation you had barely an hour ago settled all the nerves in her stomach. That or she was in her happy place watching dad cook so having Harry easily join into that arrangement made it easier for her to like him.
âMaybe I am a fan of Harry because not only do I get to look at one, but two very sexy men in the kitchen.â Mum whispered to you before exploding in a fit of drunk giggles. You gasped but joined her in her laughter, happy that she was able to joke and relax⊠even if it was a little weird for her to call your boyfriend sexy.
âWhat are you two giggling about?â Harry mused, sipping his wine through a smile while looking directly at you.
âItâs better if you donât know, mate. My wife has a habit of objectifying men.â Dad joked, turning around with the pot of gnocchi to serve it into the bowls Harry got out for him.Â
âI do not! Thatâs slander. Defamation.â Mum defended.Â
âWell, Iâm flattered.â Harry laughed while grabbing the bottle of wine to offer a refill, âY/n, would you like some more?â
Truthfully it was hard for you to concentrate on anything being said because if there was one thing your mother did get right, it was that Harry was a sexy man. You had never felt the loss of your interruption more than now. His navy sweater was pushed up to his elbows and he had one hand pressed to the bench while the held the bottle in the other. All you could focus on was his tattooed forearm and the veins in his hand. He was ringless as you two were relaxing after he got home from work and there wasnât much point putting them back on when he wanted his knuckles deep inside you at some point during the night.Â
The absence of his rings did nothing to diminish his attractiveness though because somehow the missing pieces allowed your eyes to focus on his veins instead. The way they made his arm look stronger and his fingers longer⊠how they tensed and protruded when he gripped your thigh or your throat. All you could fucking think about was him wrapping that same veiny hand around his cock to guide it to your mouth or pussy.Â
JesusâŠ
ây/n?âÂ
âHm?â You blinked, suddenly coming back into focus, âOh, um yeah. Yes please.âÂ
You sat a little taller and slid your glass towards Harry, finding a cheeky fucking smirk on his face. He said nothing, but you could read everything in his expression. Harry pressed his tongue against his cheek while pouring your wine, focused on the way you bit down on your bottom lip. It was an anxious habit you had since before you two even became friends and was one of the first things he noticed about you that drove him crazy.
Now all he wanted to do was reach against the bench and tug your lip free to correct the behaviour. Seeing you be so enthusiastic at the mention of rope and toys had him going fucking crazy and now it was all he could think about. Having you bent over against his bed while he spanked you or spread wide and tied up for him so he could overstimulate you with a vibrator.Â
He was fucked. His cock was still sore as he couldnât exactly nut one out with your mum downstairs and his mind was dizzy just at the sight of you sitting there all cozy in his sweater. You were makeup free and flushed from wine and it was one of his favourite sights. He loved you in anything really, or nothing at all, but being in your kitchen with your parents and cooking together and enjoying wine like it was a normal occurrence stirred something in him.
It stroked that box inside of him that yearned for a family. The box you had cracked open and kept open just by being you.
âThank you.â You whispered, suddenly aching for his touch. You just wanted to cuddle into him or hold his hand or anything.Â
âYouâre welcome, love.â He smiled, moving onto your mum.Â
âAlright, dinnerâs served. Pumpkin would you mind taking these to the table?â Dad motioned to the bowl of freshly grated parmesan and the salt and pepper shakers. You nodded and grabbed the items, tucking the shakers under your arm so you could carry your wine over to the table at the same time.
Soon Dad and Harry brought the bowls of gnocchi over to the table and you were all happily chatting away. Your mum made a very strategic play of ensuring Harry sat beside you, which was quite easy when she clung to your dad like they just started dating.Â
Their affection was one thing you always admired about them. Even after all this time they still hugged and kissed and showed those quiet displays of affection. A peck on the cheek or holding her chair out before she even had an opportunity to sit down in it. Cracking pepper over her food without even needing to be asked because he knew she liked it. A hand on the small of her back and him carrying her shopping bags like the thought of her lifting a single finger even in an activity she enjoyed was torturous.
It was why you found the small gestures Harry did so much more gratifying than any big ones. The every day little things he did, possibly without even thinking about them that just made you feel special and important. His good morning texts and check-ins to ask if you had eaten or drank water, which you always forgot to do in your heavy study grinds. The daily goodnight phone calls where he asked about your day, which yeah sure, bare minimum, but he just treated you like you were the most important thing on the planet.Â
It was why you were so head over heels in love with him.
âDad, I have to tell you something.â You didnât mean to blurt it out, really. Not in the middle of everyone enjoying their gnocchi anyway but you couldnât help it. You wanted to talk about it after dinner so if anything went pear shaped at the very least your food wasnât ruined, but the more you thought about it the more anxious you got and you didnât want to put it off any longer.Â
âOkayâŠâ Dadâs eyes flicked to Harry briefly and you could see the look of concern flash in his eyes. âEverything okay, y/n?â
âYes. Yes everythings fine I justâŠâ This time it was your turn to look at Harry, whose gaze was soft and adoring. He immediately stopped eating to gave his full attention to you and found your fingers underneath the table for support. âIâm seeing someone.â
Your dadâs eyes widened in surprise and he was quick to look at your mum, âOh wow. Wow. Did you know about this?âÂ
She nodded, âYes. Not for long though.â
âOkay⊠shit, okay. First boyfriend, I hope. Unless you hid another relationship from me?â His tone was light and you just coughed out an uneasy laugh in response.
âNope. First one, Dad.â
Harry tried to hide his amusement by rubbing his spare hand over his mouth. He made brief eye contact with Jules across the table who shared a similar expression. Hers was also laced with stress, but she flashed him a smile anyway.
âWell thatâs fantastic.â Dad declared, spooning another scoop of his gnocchi into his mouth. âWho is he? Do I know him?...â He spoke between chews, âIs he that boy from your birthday last year? Yâknow the one I didnât like?â
âUm no not him, but you do know him. Heâs really kind and funny⊠even plays golf like you do.â You chuckled at the way your dadâs eyes seemed to light up at that information. The entire time you spoke Harry kept his hand in yours and smoothed his thumb over the back of your hand. âHeâs sweet and has a dog-â
âYou love dogs.â Dad pointed out, to which you nodded with a smile.
âI do. He treats me really well and⊠well, Iâm really happy with him Dad. Really happy.âÂ
âThatâs all I want for you, pumpkin, you know that.â Dad smiled at you fondly, sipping his wine. âSo who is he, then? Better not be one of my boys.â He referred to his company, hoping it wasnât one of the idiots he had working for him. They were good on the tools but for the most part had no fucking idea how to treat a woman. His daughter especially.
âItâs Harry.âÂ
You just had to say it. You had built up his character in hopes to make a smooth introduction, but all that happened when you brought your intertwined fingers up onto the table was dead fucking silence. The mood disappeared instantly and a whirlwind of emotions circulated in the air. Dad didnât say anything, Harry didnât say anything, no one said anything.Â
âDad?â You swallowed thickly after what felt like an eternity of silence, watching his eyes flick between your face, Harryâs face then your held hands on the table.
âYouâre lying. This is a joke right?â Dad laughed, suddenly standing from the table. âThis is just some stupid joke for tiktak or facebook or whatever, right?â
âNo⊠Dad, itâs not a trick. Iâm not lying to you.â You stood from the table, pressing your hands to the top of it to keep you steady. His immediate reaction freaked you out and you werenât sure where it was going to go from here.
âY/n, heâs double your age. Are you serious!?â He snapped, jaw clenched.
âI am. I am serious.â
âAnd you knew about this?â His head whipped to your mum, âYou knew she was dating him and let it happen?â Mum didnât get a chance to respond before he was looking back at you, eyes showing just how hurt and angry he was about your relationship. âY/n. My office. Now.â
He had never spoken down at you like that before. Even as a child your dad was always gentle and corrected behavior rather than yelled to tell you off. He always heard you out, always. When you wanted to move away for school he was so damn against it because he thought it was a waste when there were good schools, even better ones closer by. But he listened to you and your reasoning.Â
He hadnât even given you an opportunity to reason with him yet.Â
âNo.â You shook your head, watching his eyes widen in surprise at your clear disagreement. âYou have always given me the benefit of the doubt, dad. Always. Just let me talk and explain. Please.â
âThis is ridiculous.â Dad spat, running his hand through his hair in utter disbelief of what was going on.
âTim, please. Iâve listened to both of them and I think you should too.â This time it was your mumâs turn to step in. She put a gentle hand on his arm and you could visibly see the way your dad started to calm down a little bit. âSheâs happy.â Her tone grew soft, as did her eyes.Â
âPlease, Dad.â
Your Dad looked over to you, then to Harry then back to you like you were his final destination. You flashed a pleading look, one he had never resisted before. It was like the cogs were visibly turning in his head and there was another long pause before he grabbed the half-opened bottle of wine on the table and filled his glass to the brim.
He collapsed down in his chair and chugged half the glass then placed it back down on the table. You looked over at Harry and you both excganhed a look of both concern and confusion, not really sure where this was going to go.
âAlright, y/n. Iâm listening.â
You spent the next half hour explaining everything. You wanted to be as honest as possible about your relationship without exposing the entire truth because you didnât really need him knowing that you and Harry hooked up for weeks before dating. All he needed to know was that there was attraction there but you didnât want to start anything because of the many reasons there were. And that part was the truth.
And he genuinely listened. His initial shock and disagreement for it had faded away a little bit and he was actually able to listen and ask questions and try and understand what you two had going on. You could kind of tell that everything you said just didnât click with him, but he wasnât reacting that way. For the most part his grilling was towards Harry and while part of you was happy to be out of the firing line, the other was worried that Harry was in it.
âSo her age isnât some weird kink of yours?âÂ
âDad!â you scolded, slowly sinking down into your chair. It was like your parents had no filter. That or they just didnât care about boundaries or how things came across.
âItâs okay, y/n.â Harry assured you, just like he did when your mum asked her death questions. Mum seemed to go worst case scenario with everything while your dad automatically assumed everyone was out to get you. It was an only child thing. âNo, Tim, it isnât. Y/n is the youngest woman Iâve ever dated in comparison to myself, yes, but that isnât the reason I love her. In the beginning it was actually one of the reasons I didnât want to pursue things with her but as we became friends⊠I realised that we had so much in common that it was hard to ignore how I felt about her. I think I knew from the moment things changed that she was different to any other woman Iâve met. There are infinite reasons I love her and care for her.â
It was question and answer just like that, and every single time Harry was able to provide some answer that had you absolutely swooning over him. Even the most awkward just fucked questions, Harry had no reaction to them. Nothing phased him. It was like he had prepared answers for everything that might come his way.Â
âOkay, Iâve heard you two so now I think you should hear me.â Dad clasped his hands together and rested them on the table. âI still donât think this is a good idea.âÂ
You went to protest his opinion but he quickly shut you down and glared at you. âAh.â He tutted before continuing to speak. âI donât think this is a good idea because heâs just too old for you, pumpkin. You two can love each other and have fun and think that this is forever, but youâre not realistic and I donât think itâll work in the long run. For kids, for life experiences, for everything. Your age gap will always dictate everything you do and I donât want that for you.â
Harry grabbed your hand under the table and squeezed it tight, providing comfort you so desperately needed. Every word your dad said was just hurting you more and more. If your mum could see the potential in your relationship, why couldnât he?
âI know you two donât need my blessing and youâll just keep seeing each other anyway, but I canât agree with it.â Dad shook his head and stood up suddenly, âYouâre happiness is my happiness, y/n so I wonât stay in the way, but donât expect anything more from me than the bare minimum. Understand?â
You just nodded, a little at loss for words. It wasnât the worst outcome in the world, but it also wasnât the best. Your dreams of everyone getting along suddenly seemed so far away. Dad looked at you like you were still his sun, moon and stars but when he looked at Harry⊠it was like he hated him. A solid unwavering dislike that lasted generations and all it took was him finding out Harry was a whole lot more than your neighbour.
To think less than an hour ago your Dad and Harry were laughing like they were best friends and now⊠they were practically strangers.
âI understand your hesitation but I want you to know that Iâd never hurt your daughter. This is the most serious I have ever been in my life about anyone and I hope one day you can see that.â Harry stood up from the table as well, extending his hand across your cold, forgotten food as a gesture of good will to your Dad.Â
But all Dad did was look down at Harryâs olive branch then back up at his face. âI think itâs time for me to go to bed. I have work in the morning.âÂ
Harryâs hand fell to his side but he didnât look deterred at all. If this situation was in reverse and this was Harryâs family⊠youâd be in tears. Dad bid goodnight to your mum as he usually did then rounded the table to hug you too. It was brief and distant enough to make your heart ache. Still, he whispered an âI love youâ before leaving the room without another look at Harry.
âWellâŠâ Mum announced, grabbing the second bottle of wine that emerged on the table sometime during your discussion to pour herself another glass. She clearly wasnât going to work tomorrow. Luckily her husband was her business partner. She took a happy sip and looked at both you and Harry over the rim. âI donât know about you two but I think that went a lot better than I expected.â
You knew she was right, but it didnât really feel that way.Â
âHeâll come around.â Harry shrugged, starting to stack the dishes so he could take them to the kitchen. âIn time.â
Yeah⊠in time.Â
//
âMr. Styles, youâve got a visitor.â Sharon opened his office door, peaking in just enough for him to see her face.
He replied without looking up, focused on the document in front of him. âWho? Iâve got an appointment with Niall in 10.âÂ
âY/n? She said youâll make time for her.âÂ
Yeah fucking right he was going to make time for her. His eyes snapped to hers quickly and she could see how his irritation had disappeared into thin air.Â
âDo you want me to bring her in?â She continued, pointing behind her.Â
Trying to hide his excitement, he set his pen down and quickly stood up, buttoning up his suit jacket. âNo. Iâll go and get her.â
She had a mischievous smile playing on her lips and flashed a knowing look to her boss, someone she managed to create a pleasant working relationship with.Â
âShe must be special for you to go get her yourself.â There was a slight tease in her tone as she walked alongside Harry down the hall to where you were standing in the small waiting lounge. You hadnât been back since that day Harry took you to Pleasing. You had often met in the city for lunch but never at his office. This time you wanted to surprise him.Â
âWhat did I tell you about speculating about my personal life?â His tone was humorous, but Sharon knew he was being serious.Â
âRight. Sorry. You just never have anyone visit.â
âIâm kidding, Sharon. Sheâs very special. Sheâs the love of my life.â
A soft smile played on her lips. Harry was a serious guy basically all the time. Seeing him look so happy was a nice change. She had noticed that he seemed happier recently too and more relaxed at work than usual. âLet me know if you need anything cancelled.âÂ
âThank you.â His thanks was brief, a murmur like he didnât mean the words because there you were sitting all pretty on one of the sofas scrolling away at your phone. You had one of the tote bags Harry bought you beside you and it looked full to the brim. It was one of the bags you two had matching, as were the pair of gazelles on your feet. You saw them in an ad online and told Harry how much you liked them and he was quick to order you a pair. You didnât show them to him so heâd buy them for you but he liked to spoil you. They were cheap and Harry quite liked the look of them as well so he decided to buy himself a pair too.Â
You always got so shy when he bought you something, always grateful. When he asked you why you got like that, you explained it wasnât the item, but the thought behind it. He noticed everything to the point you were convinced he was writing notes or had tabs on your browser history because he was always showing up with something you made a passing comment about.Â
Even the very same shoes you had on your feet. He showed up to his routine night at your house wearing his and was like a giddy kid giving you the box with your own pair in it.Â
âOh my god, you got the shoes! They look so good on you.â You beamed, eyes immediately drawn to his feet. They were the third thing you noticed about him. After his pretty face, his pretty mouth and those black joggers he wore when he wanted to be super comfy. They always managed to turn you on a crazy amount.Â
Harry knew that too of course.
âI got you a pair too.â He smiled widely, practically throwing his overnight bags on your bed so he could open one of them to take out the shoe box. You thought you were bad with the amount of shit you took with you on your sleepovers, but no, Harry was just as bad. Worse even. He had some comfy clothes stashed at your place but if he was staying a weekend he always brought multiple outfit options and his entire stash of toiletries.Â
It was sexy. You felt like a rich housewife when you laid on your bed watching him get dressed while he asked for your opinion on everything.Â
âYou didnât!â Your mouth gaped in shock, grabbing onto the shoe box to open it. You didnât expect to find the exact same pair as Harryâs inside, but it was a pleasant surprise to find that he had gone out and bought matching shoes for you two. It was possibly the cutest thing ever. âMatching shoes?â You smiled, looking up at him from the box.
He suddenly appeared very shy, like the very idea of being one of those couples who had matching clothes and outfits was a stupid idea. A sheepish expression flashed over his face and he tucked his hands behind his back like a dog tucked their tail between their legs. âYeah⊠but if you donât like them I can return them. Or even if you donât like the colour we can swap th-âÂ
You interrupted him by chucking the box on your bed and pulling his face down to yours to give him a big thank-you kiss. âI love them.â You assured him before kissing him again. He smiled into it, wrapping his arms around your body to lean back and lift you off the floor until your tippy toes skimmed the rug. âThanks for being the best sugar daddy ever.âÂ
Harryâs laugh broke the kiss while he set you back down on the floor. âDoes that mean I get sugar in return then? Since I bought you shoes and dinner.â He let his hands crawl down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks through your leggings with both hands.
âFuck off.â You hit his chest, trying to act like you didnât want to give him sugar when in reality you had been waiting to see him all day in hopes he was horny. He usually was. âIâm not an object. You canât buy me.â
âI canât?â He raised a brow, âI saw you look at my cock the moment I walked in, y/n. Had you in the palm of my hand just because I wore the sweatpants you like.â Harry had this cocky shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to hit him. Because he was right. All it took was a simple pair of (expensive) sweatpants and you were ready to spread your legs for him. And he brought shoes and dinner? Maybe you could be bought.
Who were you kidding, you definitely could be bought.Â
âYouâre annoying.â You huffed, grabbing the collar of his to pull him in for a kiss. It only lasted a second before you pulled back, rolling your eyes at the pure look of satisfaction on his face. âJust because youâre right this time doesnât mean youâre right all the time.â
âNo?â He ran his tongue over his teeth, using his hands on your ass so he could pick you up and set you down on the bed. âYou want to test that theory?âÂ
You watched as he smoothly shoved all his belongings (and your shoes) off the bed before taking his sweatshirt and t-shirt off in one go. He grabbed the back of both collars near his neck to do so and fuck. You never understood why it was so sexy when men removed their shirts like that and yet it had you sweating.
âIâm up for some experimentation...â
The sight of you standing from the sofa broke him free from the memory, which was probably best because you were wearing those jeans that made your ass look incredible and the memory associated to them was heading down a reverse cowgirl lane. He didnât exactly want to be getting hard in the middle of his office.Â
âHi.â You beamed, quickly tucking your phone into your back pocket and slinging your bag over your shoulder.Â
âHiâŠâ Harry beamed, immediately drawing you in for a tight hug. You smiled into it, careful not to get makeup on his expensive suit. âWhat are you doing here? Donât you have classes today?â He asked, pulling back while letting his hands rest on your hips.Â
âI skipped.â You shrugged, âIt was just a lecture anyway and I wanted to finish work off at home. I wanted to surprise you too.â You smiled softly, resting your hands on his chest.Â
âIâm so happy youâre here, baby. Truly.â he squeezed your hips, biting down on his bottom lip as his expression turned almost painful. âBut Niall will be here in five minutes... I can cancel, though. I will cancel.âÂ
âAbout thatâŠâ you looked away for a moment, making brief eye contact with a random girl at her desk who seemed far more interested in you and Harry than her work. âIâm Niall.â
âSince when?â He shot back, laughing softly. âNo. Seriously. Since when?â
âStop.â You protested, poking his chest at his teasing. âI wanted to make sure we had time and⊠well it was kind of fun, actually.â You admitted, watching his eyes twinkle at your admission, âI even called pretending to be his assistant.â
Harry laughed loudly, head tilting back in that gorgeous wide smile that you adored of his. His happiness seemed to capture the attention of anyone nearby and you suddenly felt quite overwhelmed with all the eyes on you two. You didnât particularly dress up to see him and compared to everyone else in their business attire, you looked extremely casual and young.Â
âYou couldâve just texted me, baby. I wouldâve made time for you.âÂ
He was so free with his affection for you. So willing to show you off. He wasnât hiding that you two were a couple or even toning anything down. It made you feel so special. So important.Â
It felt so free knowing that your parents knew about him. Even if Dad was pretty against it, mum was happy for you. She was happy that you finally found someone who you deemed worthy to date you and who made you happy and one was better than none.Â
You were just so scared to tell them about the trip. Knowing that your mum was willing to accept your relationship made the whole world of difference but your anxiety was at an all time high. Now that everything was in the open, it felt like you two could move on to the next stage of your relationship as well as the next steps Harry had to take with his family situation. While it was his family and a problem that existed before you two even met, you were going to be there on the trip for him in whatever capacity he needed.Â
You didnât want to get involved because families could be so messy and it truly wasnât your place, but you wanted to support him. You were going to support him.
âYeah, but then it wouldnât have been a surprise.â You replied in a âduhâ tone before widening your tote bag to show him its contents. âSee. I brought sushi for lunch.â
After everything heâs been doing for you to get ready for your trip, you felt like it was a nice gesture to bring him lunch as a bit of a thank you. It wasnât the end of your gratitude and not the first thank you, but it was a start. Harry was even going as far as offering his credit card to you for any pre-trip shopping as well as a designated shopping day to buy you anything you may need. He knew you well enough to know you were already looking for new dresses and swimsuits and options on options for clothing and wanted to cover all of it. He bought you things he thought youâd like (or selfishly just because he wanted to see you in them) and had already sat through a clothing haul and it had barely been a week since he booked your flight.Â
He just loved to spend his money on you. It was almost a turn-on for him to see you enjoy the fruits of his labour. A dress he thought youâd look pretty in or a pair of shoes you had your eye on. He liked to keep your belly full and your heart happy and wanted nothing more than for you to be taken care of in any way. It wasnât to diminish your hard work or make you feel like you couldnât afford the things you wanted, just because he fucking loved you more than anything.Â
You felt a little bad that he was covering the trip, especially since your flight was booked much later than it shouldâve been and ended up being quite pricey (not that he let you know the exact price anyway) but you could also tell that Harry was happy to pay for it. He showed genuine pleasure and excitement for it and there wasnât a hint of him that felt apprehension or like you somehow owed him for the trip. He was happy that you were joining him, no matter the cost.
You used that happiness of his to try and not feel as guilty for the trip. When you told your friends about it they thought you were crazy for ever feeling guilty in the first place. Before you two even started sleeping together, youâd fantasise about having a rich man buy you nice things and take you wherever you wanted and now that it was actually happening, you felt anxious about it.
But you wanted to enjoy it and you obviously would when you were in the Italian sun with a spritz in one hand and an ice cream in the other⊠you just needed to give back a little. You had your eye on a nice shirt for him and already started researching restaurants to go to in Italy that you could treat him to. You promised yourself youâd take him to one fancy, romantic dinner and what better place than the home to pizza and gelato?
Harryâs eyes beamed literal hearts as he squeezed your hips and leaned in to kiss you. It was a little unexpected since Harry was very particular about his job and you two were in the middle of his office, but it was a good unexpected. It was gentle, innocent, a loving peck before he pulled back and smiled down at you.
âI love you so much.âÂ
âI love you too.â You blushed, not really used to the amount of PDA you two were doing right now.Â
âCome on.â He nudged, smirking at your shy reaction. âWeâll go eat in my office.âÂ
He let you walk slightly ahead of him but kept his hand on your lower back to guide you to the right place. Last time you were here you didnât get inside his office so you had no idea where you were going. Â
âCanât believe youâre here. I missed you.â He murmured, shutting the door behind you two and then immediately grabbing your face to kiss you properly. A peck simply wasnât enough. After the full-on week you two had, he had missed this. Missed you. He hated when things were complicated and spending time with you like a normal couple was his favourite thing in the world.Â
âI missed you too.â You giggled, clutching onto the lapels of his suit jacket while kissing him multiple times. He smiled into the kiss and kissed a few kisses down your jaw to your neck. A pretty little pant whimpered into his ear and thatâs when he had to stop himself before he got too ahead of himself.Â
âCome on, baby. Sit next to me.â He smiled, grabbing your bag from you and setting it down on his desk. âHowâs your day been?âÂ
âBoring.â You groaned, watching him beeline to one of the arm chairs in front of his desk so he could drag it beside his wheely chair, âI finished one of my smaller assignments last night and today I worked on one of my final ones. Itâs literally due next week and worth like 40% of my grade and I feel like Iâll never get it done in time. Iâve barely studied for my exams either and I just feel so shit. Iâm over it.â You whined out the complaint, feeling like your head was going to explode.
You had so many things on your mind at once, it was hard to keept track of it all. There was so much left to do for your trip but you barely had any time for it all and you still needed to deep clean your apartment before you left. Most of your clothes were there, but you had so much at your parentsâ too that you needed to go through and they didnât even know about the trip yet. You felt like you were going to be in such a rush towards the end.
Luckily Harry had taken care of practically all the travel essentials, so all you needed to worry about was packing. It still felt like a mammoth of a task when you were swamped with everything else going on in your life.Â
âI know itâs hard, baby but youâre doing so well,â Harry praised, pulling his nice chair out for you to sit down. âYouâve been working so hard and youâre so close,â he let you sit down before pushing the chair in for you before sitting down beside you, âYou just have to stick it out a bit more. Itâs only two weeks.âÂ
âI know.â You sighed, helping him to unpack the food you bought from your tote bag. âEverythingâs happening so fast, I just feel so unprepared.â
âWell youâve got me to help, okay? So just focus on your studies and Iâll help you with everything else. Weâve got time and all the important things are taken care of. Iâll help you clean your place and pack and whatever else you need. Donât stress.â He assured you, giving you a comforting squeeze on your knee.
âThank you,â You smiled, squeezing his chin to bring him in for a quick peck before you looked at the array of trays and small bites you grabbed to share with him. It was what you usually did when you went out to eat so you two could try a little bit of everything. âMy mum called tooâŠâ
âOh yeah?â
âYeah⊠she was talking about you again. Itâs all she talks about and sheâs always asking if Iâve seen you recently. Iâm pretty sure itâs because sheâs jealous I see you more than her.â You laughed.
âI keep bumping into her on my morning runs more than usual. I have a feeling its on purpose.â Harry laughed in return.
âYeah that sounds like herâŠâÂ
âAnd your dad?â He nudged your shoulder, âI havenât seen him since we had dinner. Is he coming around to the idea of us yet?â
âHe is. Sort of. I donât know, Harry, he seems a bit distant towards me. We usually call every couple of days and heâs still doing it but it⊠feels different. I havenât even told them about the trip and I donât want to put it off but I feel like heâll be really upset.âÂ
âYou havenât told them yet?â Harry blinked, âY/n we spoke about this. You were meant to tell them over the weekend.â He sighed, almost like he was disappointed in you. You both agreed that you had to tell them sooner rather than later. You wanted to give your dad a few days to process your relationship before telling him because you couldnât really leave it any longer than that.Â
It was just shit timing. The trip was coming so fast and your parents found out about you two so close to when you were leaving. Way too close.Â
âI know. I know.â You replied, groaning a little. âItâs just shit timing.â
âI know, y/n, and they might be upset about it but we leave in two weeks. You need to tell them.â He stressed. You hated when he spoke to you like that. It wasnât rude or condescending in any way but you could tell he was a little annoyed about it. He had every right to be because this was something you had to do and you didnât want to fight about it or start anything unnecessarily when you were in the wrong.Â
You also just didnât have the energy to deal with it. Â
âI hate when youâre right. Itâs annoying.â You sighed, trying to lighten the mood by laughing softly. Harry knew this was a conversation that didnât end here, but he could sense your reluctance in it all. He was happy to entertain a small break from it, but it seriously was something that had to be dealt with.Â
âWell I get it from my mum so if Iâm annoying so is she.â Harry smirked, expertly picking up a piece of sashimi with his chopsticks before popping it into his mouth.Â
âNo, never! Anne is like a ray of sunshine. She can be right whenever she wantsïżœïżœÂ
âAnd I canât ?â He laughed, âthat seems unfair.â
Harry wasnât sure why the sound of his motherâs name on your lips made his heart beat so goddamn fast, but he nearly dropped the sushi from his mouth at how casual and normal it was. He loved it. Adored it. He hoped that you two meeting in person would be as successful as it was via Zoom.Â
Harry also hoped that her concerns for your relationship would disappear once you two were face to face. Youâd have ample opportunity to spend time together on your trip and he hoped that it would solidify what you two had. The future you two had.Â
Anneâs concerns were valid and Harry knew that it was something that would come up time and time again with everyone that met you.Â
âSheâs just so⊠young. Sheâs a gorgeous girl and so sweet, I can see why you like her but are you being realistic? I just donât want you getting hurt, H,â Anne sighed through the phone, âYoung women want to be free and I just donât want you two to get a year, two years in and youâre ready to slow down while sheâs just getting started. It wouldnât be fair to either of you.âÂ
âI love her, Mum and if anything her age has been better for me. I feel like I'm enjoying my life in a way thatâs completely different from when I was single. Iâm learning so many things and so is she. It hasnât been easy by any means, but itâs working.âÂ
âWell, as long as youâre sureâŠâ
âI am.âÂ
âI saw sheâs wearing my necklace too,â She continued after a beat of silence, âShe must mean a lot to you.â
âShe does, mum. She means everything to me. I canât explain it but I just know sheâs my forever.â
âWell itâs nice to see you so happy. Itâs been a long time since youâve smiled so much. I missed it.â
âI missed it too.â
âYouâre just saying itâs unfair because Iâm on her side and not yours.â You grinned, breaking him free from his daze.Â
âIf this is going to be another Archie situation where my mother loves you more than meâŠâ he waved his chopsticks towards you, making you giggle.Â
âOh it absolutely will be. Iâve been texting her yâknow. We follow each other on Instagram now.âÂ
âYouâre kidding.â He gawked, all wide eyed.Â
âNope. When she found out I was coming to England she was so excited.âÂ
âYeah Iâm sure. Youâre her favourite and sheâs only known you for a week.â Harry sighed dramatically, eliciting a little shove of his arm. He grinned and squished your face to draw you in for a kiss, loving the way he could taste and feel every emotion you two were feeling in that moment. Words could lie but a kiss never could.Â
âIâm serious though, y/n...â He murmured against your lips before pulling away while keeping his hand on your jaw. His thumb brushed against your cheek, caressing your soft skin. âYou need to tell them tonight.â
âIâm scared.â You whispered. âIâm going either way, obviously, but Iâm so worried theyâll be really upset with me. You know I hate upsetting them.âÂ
âI know baby, I get it.â Harry dropped his hand from your cheek and relaxed back to his chair. âThe timing is shit and I know if this trip was in a couple of months it would be easier for them to handle, but this is your life, y/n. Weâve done nothing wrong by going on a trip and Iâm sure if they can accept our relationship, they can deal with a holiday. Youâre an adult and so am I.â
âMaybe youâre right...â Â
âBaby all we did was fall in love.â He sensed your apprehension and wanted to try and convince you otherwise. He tipped your chin towards him so you were looking at him before grabbing both of your hands in his. âYour dad might not be happy with us dating or going overseas or any of it but I can make him understand. I know deep down that all he wants is for you to be happy and⊠I can prove that to him. Youâre important to me, y/n. The most important person in my life.â He reached out to fiddle with the little pearls around your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling all kinds of nervous at his words. âIf I were a father, all Iâd want for my little girl is to know she was being loved and cared for. That sheâs happy. No matter who sheâs dating.âÂ
Harry wasnât sure where it came from, putting himself in the role of a father. He couldâve phrased it in a different way, in any other way and yet it felt so right to imagine himself like that. Barely three months into being in a relationship with you and he somehow felt different about everything.Â
It scared the hell out of him.Â
âI am happy. I am.â Your eyes softened, glossing over ever so slightly. You squeezed his hand in both of yours,. âAnd I know youâre right. I just want us to skip to the good part where weâre together with our families, yâknow. I loved meeting your mum and even just having dinner with you and my parents was amazing⊠before I opened my mouth.â You laughed softly but it was over before it even started because you just found yourself overcome with so much emotion. Through everything, Harry never failed to know what to say or how to make you feel better. It sometimes felt like he had a read on you before you even knew what you were feeling. âI just want us to be happy.â You whispered, reaching up to cup his face, âI love you so much Harry. Iâve never felt like this, ever. Youâre my person. I want everyone to know that.â
Youâre my person.Â
Youâre. My. Person.Â
Harry repeated the phrase in his mind over and over, nearly bursting at the seams with how much love he felt towards you. You were his person too. Through and through. From the moment he met you he just knew there was something different about you which is why he was always drawn to you. And now he had the words for it.Â
You were his person.Â
Harry cupped your face and pulled you in for a deep kiss, one that expressed every single emotion he felt for you. He could taste the sushi and soy sauce on your lips but he couldnât care less. He was happy and the boring day he was having suddenly turned into the best day.Â
âYouâre my person too.â He breathed, panting slightly from how long the kiss had gone. âHave been from the moment I met you. I just didnât know it.âÂ
You didnât know what to do with yourself. There was something about Harry being romantic and professing his affection that got you so unbelievably riled up, you couldnât contain it. You couldnât switch it off and while you could pretend it wasnât happening or ignore the fact you already had a heartbeat between your legs, you didnât want to.
Things were left so unfinished the other night and you always did wonder what it would be like to be bent over Harryâs deskâŠ
âHarry I mean this so seriously, if you keep talking like thatâŠ.â You breathed, watching the way his heart-eyes heated up and turned into something dark and smoldering.Â
âWhat?â He grinned, cocking his head. âIf I keep talking like that âwhatâ?â
He was teasing you, trying to coax you into admitting what he already knew you wanted.Â
âI wonât be able to stop myselfâŠâ
âThen donâtâ Harry smirked, letting one hand slide down to loop around your neck so he could pull you in to kiss him again. You whimpered softly into his mouth, cupping his jaw while practically melting into his touch. Your other hand fell to his thigh, squeezing it in your palm while your mouths molded together in a kiss so intense your body was floating.
Were you really going to have sex right here?Â
Yeah. Fuck it.
 âBaby.â He groaned against your mouth, forcing himself to pull away from you. Your chest was rising and falling quickly and all he wanted to do was get a handful of your breasts. To tug at your pebbled nipples that he could see so fucking clearly due to the soft cups of the bra you were wearing. At this point he knew exactIy what your tits looked like in all different types of bras.Â
Stifling back a moan, he slid his hand back up to cup your cheek while running his thumb over your mouth. Your lips were swollen, all pink and pretty and so delicious it was almost painful to not dive back in and kiss you. âWe need to stop if you donât want things to go further.âÂ
âWho says I donât want things to go further?â you breathed, grabbing onto his spare hand to bring it up to your chest. Your hand pressed over his until he squeezed a good handful of your breast, running his finger over your hard nipple. Shit. âPlease.âÂ
âGo lock the door.â He murmured, standing up quickly out of his chair while shrugging off his suit jacket.Â
You beelined to the door, thankful for the big oak doors Harryâs position afforded him. It didnât mean you had total privacy. Walls were thin and he had huge glass windows on one side of the office. Anyone could see you two and someone could most definitely hear you.
Which is why you had to be quiet and quick.Â
Harry met you halfway, crossing the floor in three quick strides to grab your face and kiss you again. Everything was happening so quickly. You were unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dress shirt out of his pants while he guided you backwards towards the small couch he had against one wall. Harry wouldâve liked to bend you over his desk, but it was covered in your uneaten sushi and he had a feeling both of you would be starving after your quick fuck.
He almost couldnât believe it was happening until he remembered all the moments you two practiced exhibitionism before. In his pool, his car and on the boat during your weekend away. He had no doubt it would happen again, most likely at Pleasing where you two could really explore all the things you wanted to.Â
Harry sat back on the couch, keeping your mouths connected while he undid your jeans button and zipper. It was such an effort wearing jeans and you suddenly regretted wearing pants at all. You quickly made a mental note to wear something easier to remove if you were ever visiting Harry for âlunchâ again.
âWhy did I have to wear jeans?â You groaned, helping him shove them down your legs to quicken the process before you stepped out of them.Â
âDonât wear pants next time.â He breathed, grabbing the back of your thighs to guide you down to straddle him.Â
âI wonât.â You agreed desperately, threading your fingers through his hair while kissing him to try and keep yourself quiet. You could feel the hard length of his cock the moment you straddled him, all long and thick. You could hardly wait to get him inside you, not when he had said such romantic things and looked so fucking hot in his suit.
There was something so sexy about his workwear and now that you were straddling him in nothing but your sneakers, underwear and t shirt and he was still practically fully dressed⊠it had never been hotter.Â
âYouâre so hard.â You murmured, tilting your head back to gasp as he grinded your pussy against his cock.Â
His fingers were dug so hard into your ass you knew youâd be feeling the touch for days. Heâd probably come over straight from work and fuck you again, making it known how hot he finds the fresh bruises on your pretty skin. Then heâd take nice care of you and massage your skin, rub cream into the marks and kiss you everywhere until you were reduced to a sleepy mess.Â
âAnd youâre so wet. Did telling you I love you really turn you on this much?â Harry smirked, nipping at your neck. He tucked his work pants down to his thighs when he sat down on the couch so you wouldnât make a mess of them and he was glad he did so. You were soaked. A sticky mess that had fully soaked through both your underwear and his until his cock felt warm with your arousal.Â
âI like to be romanced.â You smiled, nipping at his bottom lip. âBeing sentimental gets me wet, what can I say?â
âYeah? Maybe I need to do it more often then.â He murmured, pushing your t shirt up until it bunched over your tits. He cupped one of them, keeping firm eye contact with you while running his thumb over your nipple until he pushed the thin lace material of your bra down to expose it. âTell you how my heart skips a beat when I see you. How fairies are born when you laugh?â
He was only teasing, but there was nothing teasing about the way he wrapped his mouth around your nipple and sucked, tugging at it between his teeth until you were holding back a loud moan. That was torture. âYouâre ridiculous.âÂ
âAm I? Youâre saying that you donât feel your pretty cunt flutter when I tell you how my life would be incomplete without you?â He cocked his head, watching the way your eyes glazed over as he continued grinding you over his dick. You could already feel that tingle in your belly and it had barely been two minutes of grinding on him. âOr would you prefer I tell you how badly I need to pump you full of my cum? How youâre a needy little slut for begging me to fuck you right here when anyone could walk in on us?â
And he felt it. He felt the way you clenched against him. How the heartbeat between your legs increased at the first few words of degradation.
âThat I love you more for itâŠâ He had this shit eating grin on his face and was happy to nip at your nipple and grind your clit against him until you were a poor tense little thing on top of him. âThat did it, didnât it, baby?â
âI need your cock. Please.â You whispered, dragging his head from your breast upwards so you could kiss him again. He smirked into your mouth and lifted your hips off him, making you rest on your knees instead of his lap so he could untuck his cock from his briefs.Â
The moment his cock was free he dragged you back down and dipped his fingers between your bodies to nudge your underwear to the side so he had free access to you. âYâwant my fingers?â He offered, knowing it would sting to take him with no prep. Harry knew you liked that, but he also couldnât assume itâs what you wanted.
The haste shake of your head was all he needed to guide his cock to your entrance, making sure to muffle your quiet whimper by his own mouth while letting you take lead and drop down at your own pace. You had no issues being quiet by yourself. You could make yourself cum dozens of times and barely moan so no one would hear and yet the second you were with Harry all you wanted to do was make noise.
Maybe it was because he always encouraged it. That he loved the way you moaned his name and screamed for him. Or maybe it was because no vibrator or dildo could compare to the feeling of his hard cock splitting you open. The way his veins felt going inside you and how it was attached to the hottest man on the planet.
Your vibrator didnât wrap its arms around you and your dildo certainly didnât kiss you filthily and grab your ass to encourage you to take it. They didnât grab your hips and bounce you or wrap their mouths around your nipples to deliver that bite of pain Harry knew would get you off quicker.Â
Because this was a quickie and the moment you had his entire cock deep inside you Harry was pulling out all the tricks to get you to finish quicker. He had no issues orgasming fast, nor did he have issues holding himself back to make it last longer. But you⊠he needed you to finish first when he was inside you and that wouldnât change just because you two were having a quickie.
âShit. Shit, Harry.â You gasped, rocking your hips back and forth to grind his cock against your g-spot. With every back and forth movement, your clit rubbed against the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock, the material of his boxers adding extra friction that hit you so much harder than usual.Â
âI know. I know. Being so good for me. Yâride me so fucking well, baby.â He whispered, fisting the hair at the back of your head to kiss you again.Â
It was all gasps and slapping skin and sloppy kisses that were way too loud. If anyone came close to the door theyâd know exactly what you were doing but neither of you seemed to care. You were both just trying to reach your highs while keeping your moans to a minimum.Â
What never stopped though was his filthy fucking dirty talk. Right in your ear when he kissed your neck and rumbled into your mouth when your lips brushed together while you two tried to catch your breaths. It was why you finished so fast. Why your first orgasm tumbled over you barely two minutes into riding him, then a second under two minutes after. Everything about the situation was so hot and you were so beyond turned on it felt easy for your body to respond to every touch and every word. Every utter of I love you.
You severely underestimated the ability for those three little words to cause so much love and so much arousal all at once.Â
âYouâre unbelievable.â Harry breathed out a laugh while tucking himself back into his boxers, watching you hastily pull your jeans back on.
âMe? Youâre the one telling me fairies are born when I laugh. In the middle of sex too.â You laughed, running your fingers through your hair.Â
âI wasnât exactly lying.â He flirted, grabbing your chin with a cheesy smile before he kissed you. âI love you.â
âI love you.â You repeated earnestly.Â
âDid that make you wet?â He asked, already expecting the roll of your eyes.Â
âYouâre an idiot. Now sit back down, Iâm going to go pee and clean up quickly.â You poked his chest and went to grab your phone then walked to the door.
âYes, maâam.â He mock saluted, returning in his chair by the time you unlocked the office door. âDo you know where the bathroom is?â
âYeah. We passed it on the way to your office. Now donât eat everything.â
âYou better hurry up then.â He teased, shoving a piece of a california roll into his mouth. You rolled your eyes again and left his office, shutting the door behind you on your way out.Â
Harryâs office was the last door at the end of a hallway. There were a few closed offices on the way, then the bathrooms were closest to the waiting area. It was a short walk, barely 20m between you and your destination which was a blessing considering the cold cum slowly soaking into your undewear. A quick wipe with a tissue wasnât enough with the amount of cum he filled you with. Which was why it never occurred to you that youâd run into anyone you knew.Â
You knew there was a possibility, given Harry worked with his friends and⊠Ethan, but it just didnât cross your mind because they all worked in different areas and you were a little preoccupied with the mess between your legs. Their jobs overlapped but the only reason they spent so much time together was because they were friends. Otherwise the overlaps could be handled by a third party.Â
Wednesdayâs were Harryâs meeting heavy days and often the day he chose to work at home. They were usually via zoom anyway which is why you chose today to come visit him. Heâd be busy with meetings and you booked a slot. You knew he was avoiding any work with Ethan and when it couldnât be avoided, Harry would get someone else to deal with it.Â
As bad as it sounded⊠you were just trying to forget about it all. Or at the very least deal with what happened without dwelling on it. You had shut it out of your mind, ignoring the big part of you that wanted him to pay for what he did. You knew it was a bad coping mechanism but it was better than dwelling on the fact that you couldnât get him on any charges. With the way he did everything there was no paper trail or evidence so you couldnât exactly do anything without it being a he-say, she-say situation.Â
You trusted that Harry was still devising a way to get him out of your lives for good, but for now you were just focusing on working on your relationship supporting him when he had a particularly rough Ethan day. It wasnât a long term solution by any means, but you couldnât exactly do anything about it. You had the pictures and he was leaving you alone, that was good enough.Â
So when you were distracted replying to a message on your phone and a body was distracted by a folder in their hand, you didnât see them until your shoulders bumped.Â
âOh my god, Iâm so so-â The words got caught in your throat, eyes widening at the sight of Ethan in front of you.
âNo worries babe, shouldâve looked where I was-â he replied on autopilot until he actually looked at you and an arrogant pig-like expression morphed onto his face. âWell if it isnât little y/n. What brings you here?â
In a split second time seemed to freeze. You couldnât speak, you couldnât hear. Suddenly the world around you was blurring into fuzzy shapes and black dots. All you could think about was the intimate photos he had of you for weeks. How he had a list of people with copies, most who probably saw them and how he probably got off to them and got off on the fact that Harry was reduced to nothing and had to pay thousands of dollars just to protect you. To get you back.Â
You werenât even sure Ethan knew that you and Harry were together, but you knew damn well he revelled in the fact you two had to break up. That he ruined your relationship.Â
But you couldnât say any of that even if you wanted to because the world was starting to close around you and you felt this pressure on your chest that became suffocating. It was like air ceased to exist and you feared that if you didnât get away from him youâd die on the ground right at his feet.Â
You said nothing and ran past him, ignoring his confused âwhat the fuck?â that you somehow felt rattling in every corner of your brain. Stumbling, you shoved your way into the womenâs bathroom and headed straight to a stall so you could sit down.Â
You barely made it, collapsing onto the closed toilet seat so you wouldnât pass out. Your whole body was trembling and it was like you were burning from the inside while simultaneously freezing all over. You had never experienced anything like it and even though you were trying to control your breathing, trying so fucking hard, nothing was working.Â
With every breath the air became thinner, every tremble you sweat harder. All you could think about was your naked body being in the hands of a stranger, someone who had no permission or right and willingly paid to view you in your most vulnerable state. You couldnât get it out of your head or your heart or your body.Â
You were panicking.Â
And then you felt it, a brief moment of fresh air and crystal clear vision before your lungs closed again. There was a commotion outside the bathroom, two muffled voices that made no sense to you. Then a second later the door was slamming open and you recognised the voice of your lover in his own panic.Â
âY/n? Baby where are you?âÂ
You tried to open your mouth and yell out to him but all that came out was a muffled gasp. It didnât matter whether you yelled to him or not though because he was slamming each stall door open until he found you and when he did he fell to his knees in front of you, right on the dirty bathroom floor. But he didnât care, not one fucking bit when you were sitting on the toilet looking like you were about to die.Â
âOh god, baby. Look at me. Just look at me, okay?â He soothed, cupping your face to try and get your eyes to focus on him.Â
He knew exactly what was happening. He didnât know why or how exactly but he figured it had something to do with the bastard he passed on the way to find you. Right now though, none of that mattered. Not when you were having a full blown panic attack right in front of him for the first time in your life. You mustâve been so scared and being scared and panicked was only going to make it worse. He knew that.Â
âSharon, I need water.â He called over his shoulder. âAnd a towel please and you need to make sure no one comes in here, okay?âÂ
You heard her muffled reply before he was looking right at you again. âLook at me, y/n. Come on.â He encouraged, running his thumbs over your cheeks. You finally looked at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. âGood girl. Thatâs it. Itâs okay. Itâs okay, y/n. Youâre safe and nothings going to happen to you, okay? Iâm right here.â Shit. âIâm right here.â
âItâs⊠I canât-I canât breathe.â You whimpered, clawing at your own chest to articulate how horrible you were feeling.Â
âI know. I know but itâs okay. Youâre okay.â His voice was so calm, so steady. You appreciated that. He gently took your hands in his so you wouldnât hurt yourself and cradled them so his chest. Using one to keep them there, he used the other to grab the back of your neck gently to pull you forward so your foreheads were pressed together. âJust breathe with me, okay? Try and match my breathing.â
âI canât. I canât.â You protested, closing your eyes while a pitiful whimper slipped in the small space separating your mouths. You panted desperately, breathing through your small cries while hugging onto his body in hopes that his warmth and calm presence would help you.Â
âI know itâs hard, but you can do it. Just try, baby. You can do it.â He was trying to encourage you and stay calm. The last thing you needed was feeling any stress or panic from him because that would just make the entire situation worse. But god it was so fucking hard. Feeling your body tremble and watching your pretty face in so much pain was horrible. But he had to stay strong and he just wanted to get you better so he could take you home. It was his only concern.Â
âDeep breath in, y/n. In⊠outâŠâÂ
Harry closed his eyes for a single moment, collecting himself before opening them again to watch you while he guided your breathing again. He kept his tone soft and even, guiding you through it until you seemed to be breathing easier. Your trembling started to cease and you were no longer a stiff board in his arms. You were able to relax into his touch, slumping against him with your forehead on his shirt.Â
âThatâs it. You did so well, baby. Love you so much.â He soothed, letting his lips brush against your head while he ran his hands over your back.
You didnât respond, but he took how pliant you were becoming in his arms as a good sign. The bathroom door swung open a moment later and Sharon was rushing in with a plastic cup of water and a damp hand towel. She passed them to Harry and wordlessly left once Harry thanked her to guard the door to give you two some privacy.Â
âHereâŠâ Harry nudged your chin, âCan you drink this?â He held your chin in a gentle grip, feeling like his heart was going to shatter just at the sight of your teary eyes and puffy cheeks. You grabbed the cup from him and started to take shaky sips from it, closing your eyes when he grabbed the damp towel to dab your face.Â
The two of you remained like that for a while. You werenât exactly sure how long. Harry just kept rubbing your back and using the cool temperature of the towel to try and calm your splotchy skin. You didnât say anything and neither did Harry, but even if you wanted to, you had nothing to say. Your mind was blank and if anything⊠all you wanted to do was go home.
You had never felt so emotionally drained and numb all at the same time. It was like all your compartmentalisation and bad coping skills had suddenly given way and let everything in all at once. There was so much going on in your brain that it all cancelled each other out until you felt absolutely nothing but pure exhaustion and⊠anger. You were tired and angry and numb and everything was so fucking confusing you didnât know what was what, just that you were over it.
âDo you want to talk about it?â Harry asked softly, speaking the first words for what felt like an hour. You werenât sure why it jarred you so much to hear him ask that but you took that as a sign that you needed to go home. You didnât want to be in this office any longer than you had to be and as bad as it was⊠you didnât want to be near Harry either.Â
You went from needing him and feeling like his presence and his calm was the only way you could breathe to feeling suffocated just by being near him. You didnât understand it when it wasnât his fault but somehow felt like he was the one to blame. It was unfair.
It was also unfair to have photos taken of you in your most vulnerable state then be threatened with them. It was unfair to have your boyfriend work with the man who did that to you and suffer no consequences for his actions. Even if Harry did have a plan, you just didnât fucking understand how he could stand being in the same building as him.Â
The last thing you wanted was saying something youâd regret because your mind wasnât clear so it felt like the right decision to go home by yourself, even if you already knew Harry would want to drive you and make sure you got home alright.Â
âNo⊠um, no I donât think so.â You shook your head and pressed your hand to the wall of the stall to help you stand up. Your legs were cramped and shaky from being sat down for so long and the rest of you felt like you had a 50kg weight tied to every muscle in your body. Â
Harryâs brows furrowed, and he quickly stood up as well. There was a switch in your demeanor that he didnât like. A distant, almost⊠cold shift that he had only seen in the very beginning of your relationship when he fucked everything up. But he hadnât done anything so to see you become so withdrawn sent alarm bells ringing everywhere.Â
âThatâs okay, you donât⊠you donât have to.â Harry exhaled a deep breath and squeezed the towel in his hand, âI know itâs hard but it is good to talk about it. Iâm here when youâre ready.â
âThank you.â You smiled softly, crushing the plastic cup in your hand. The sound echoed around the bathroom and it felt entirely too loud for how intense the situation was.Â
Harry attempted to reach out and give you a comforting squeeze on your arm but was only met with rejection when you shifted your shoulder back to avoid it. You could see the flash of hurt cross his eyes and the way his brows knitted even closer together, but he didnât dare comment on it. Harry knew how sensitive someone could be after a panic attack so he tried to not take it personally and viewed it as a mistake on his behalf.
But you let him hold you for what felt like forever. You just collapsed in his arms until you could breathe again⊠still, he had gone through panic attacks and he knew that everyone reacted differently. You could come out of it in the worst mental state and the last thing he wanted was giving you too much space and something happening because of it.Â
âIâm just going to wash my hands.â The moment you slid past him and out of the stall, you immediately felt a sense of relief from not being so confined anymore. You scratched at your chest a little while watching him join you at the basin beside you to wash his hands as well.
âIâll drive you home, y/n. I donât think you should be alone right now,â Harry spoke softly, looking directly at you while scrubbing his hands with the soap.Â
âI actually think itâs better if I am⊠alone.â You cleared your throat and walked to the paper towel dispenser to dry your hands. Your back was towards him but you could feel his stare on your back. âI parked at the station so the train will be fine. I think I just need some time alone, if thatâs okay?â
âAre you sure? Youâve never had a panic attack before, y/n. I donât really feel comfortable leaving you all by yourself. At least let me drive you.â Harry offered, trying to be encouraging without too pushy. But it was really fucking hard because every moment you withdrew from him was another moment he felt himself start to panic at what was going on with you. He had no idea what was running through your head and there was no way for him to find out unless you told him yourself.
âIâm fine, Harry. Really.â You sighed, turning around to face him. He looked so⊠sad. Helpless almost. âI just need to walk it off, okay?âÂ
With a firm nod, Harry reluctantly backed down. It was the last thing on the entire planet that he wanted but what choice did he have?
âOkay. JustâŠâ he inhaled a ragged breath and stepped towards you. Harry wanted to touch you so badly, even just a pinky looped to yours but he stopped himself just before his fingers grazed the back of your hand. âLet me walk you out at least. Please.â
Even though your chest was still clammy, your lungs didnât feel like they were at full capacity yet and you just didnât want him to walk you anywhere, you still agreed. He had done so much for you, more than you felt like you deserved. The least you could do was let him walk you out the building.Â
The walk to get your things and go downstairs was painfully awkward. Thankfully Sharon had warded off the bathroom and hallway so there was no one lingering around, including Ethan but that did very little to dispel how uncomfortable you were. It hadnât felt like this for months and there wasnât a single moment since you two started dating where you didnât want to be around him.
It was a sick feeling, one that just mixed in with your need to go home and die in your bed. Unfortunately, you knew that once you had a shower and cried some more, youâd be pushing it all away again to focus on your assignment. It was cruel.Â
âText me when you get home?â Harry asked, voice full of hope. He tucked his hands in his pockets as you adjusted your tote bag on your shoulder. The street was full and busy of the usual lunch rush, all the corporate men and women off to buy an overpriced sandwich or go to their favourite hole-in-a-wall restaurant for takeaway.Â
You two couldâve been going to your favourite japanese cafe for a coffee right now to walk off your food comas, but instead your nice romantic lunch had turned into something ugly. It felt like it was all your fault and yet somehow your brain was blaming Harry.Â
Again, even if you didnât want to agree, you did. âYeah, of course.â
âOkay, cool. Thank you?â Harry wasnât sure what to do or say. He was at a loss.
There was nothing about this situation that felt normal or even was normal. He didnât feel like he could kiss you or even hug you goodbye. It felt like the end of an awkward first date where the polite thing to do was hug goodbye even if neither party wanted to. But Harry did want to. He wanted to follow you right now to make sure you got home okay. That you were okay.Â
âBye Harry.â You opted to make the painful goodbye, feeling sick to your stomach at the entire day. You felt dirty and sticky and the complete normalcy of everyone around you just going about their day was kiling you a little bit inside.Â
âRight⊠um, okay. Goodbye, y/n. Thank you for lunch.âÂ
It was formal and ugly and all you could do in response was mutter another goodbye and flash him the saddest most pitiful smile you could muster before turning around to walk in the direction of the closest train station.Â
And just like that, Harry watched you walk away.Â
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Recording in Session: Han x Male!Reader
Pairing: Han Jisung x Male!Reader | Side pairings: Lee Know x Han, Chan x Male!Reader
Genre: Smut, fluff | AU: idolverse, ninth member au
Word Count: 6k
Summary: Considering Chan's strict "No-Studio-Sex' rule, Han takes you somewhere that doesn't have such restrictive, authoritarian rules.
Tags: polyamory, open relationship, idol!reader, sub!han, dom!reader, dom/sub undertones, studio sex, dry humping, light spanking, sloppy blowjobs, rough blowjobs, throat fucking, face fucking, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, facials, cum swallowing, han loves cum and isn't afraid to show it
Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
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âWhere are you guys going after?â
âI donât know yet. We havenât picked a place. You?â
âHe wants to go to this sushi place near his dorm. He said he knows Iâve been craving it, and now he is too.âÂ
You both sat next to one another on the couch. Han scrolled away on his phone, likely researching the sushi restaurant, while you looked for places on yours. Recording days usually took a while, so you knew youâd have a long wait ahead of you for Chan. You guessed you could look up places until your turn in the booth came. The idea of being alone with Chan was satisfying enough, but you supposed you needed some shared activity or experience. Nothing too romantic, since youâre only friends, but nothing boring.Â
âSo, howâs it going?â Han asked, the music through the speakers covering his voice from Chan.Â
âHowâs what going?â you replied, finding an interesting barbeque restaurant.Â
âYou and, you know,â he nodded over to Chan at the desk, going over a line with Felix in the booth.Â
âItâs fine.â
âJust âfineâ?â
âYeah. Why?â
âI figured since youâve been with us six months now,â he began, âI thought you guys mightâve finally stopped messing around and confronted your feelings for each other.â
âThere are no âfeelingsâ,â you said, though not very convincingly. âWeâre friends, thatâs all.â
âFriends who go on dates every other week and see each other all the time.â
âItâs not a âdateâ. We just like hanging out together.â
âAlone? In romantic settings?â
âTheyâre not romantic,â You thought about the seaside bar youâd both gone to a while back. Itâd been so lovely, and it was open late. Also, it was not too far away, so you wouldnât have trouble getting there.Â
âSo, youâre telling me that you donât think lunch picnics under a tree by the river isnât romantic?â
âIt can be platonic. Not everything needs to be romantic.â
âThatâs how things started between Minho-hyung and I,â he said, âAnd here we are: Dating for three years and living together now. Then again, we were made for each other, so it was going to work out anyway.â He gave a sly smile, âIf you and Chan donât become a thing, you can be our third. I would love having more than Dom.â
âPfft, Iâm hardly Dom material,â you scoffed.Â
âThe way you railed Hyunjin and Jeongin says otherwise,â he snickered. âThey say your dick is life-changing.â
You laughed recalling Hyunjinâs words, and said, âTheyâre exaggerating. Iâm not some kind of sex god.â
âWhoâs a sex god?â Minho walked into the room, confused by the last words heâd heard.Â
âYou,â Jisung grinned playfully, puckering his lips for Minho to kiss them. âI told YN-hyung that if he wanted he could be our third.â
âArenât all the members technically our third? And fourth? And fifth? And sixth and seventh?â he asked, amused as he gave Jisung a second kiss before taking the seat beside him on the couch.Â
âYeah, but YN-hyung would be special,â Han said with a wink at you.Â
âI donât know,â Minho said with jealous eyes, âI donât think I can compete with the anaconda heâs got in his pants.â
âItâs not that big,â you defended once again, earning laughs from the couple.Â
âIâd still like to ride it one day,â Han leaned closer to you, keeping his voice low under the music. âJeongin said heâs only ever gotten pounded like that by Chan-hyung.â He put his hand on your thigh, âI want to get wrecked by you next.âÂ
âJisung-ah, weâre in the studio,â Minho warned, looking at Felix in the booth and listening to his last lines.Â
âWhat? Iâm not doing anything.âÂ
âYouâve been a tease this entire week,â he replied, holding Jisung by the chin. âDonât make me put you on the horse again.â
âThe horse?â
âItâs a sex machine I put him on when heâs misbehaved,â Minho shrugged casually. âI sit him there and edge him with it. I sometimes whip or spank him while heâs on it, but I usually donât.â He pouted at Jisung, âAnd you donât want me to put you on that again, do you? How many times did I edge you before not letting you cum at all?â
âFour.â
âIf you keep pushing the no-studio-sex boundary,â he said, forehead pressed to Jisungâs, âIâll make it six.âÂ
You saw Jisung gulp before Minho kissed him. âMaybe YN-yah can help me sometime,â he suggested, seeing you watch them. âHe can be a Dom when he wants to be one.â
âIâm not a real Dom.âÂ
âNo, youâre not, are you?â Minho asked, a flirty glint in his eyes. He glanced over to where Chan sat, then said loudly, âYouâre a good boy who needs a daddy to take care of you.â
âYNie, youâre next,â Chan said, not acknowledging what Minho said.Â
âHyung,â Jisung called to Felix when he stepped out of the booth, âIs YN-hyung a Dom or a Sub?-â
â-Why is this important?-â
â-He strikes me as more of a Switch, honestly,â Felix said, pushing back hair from his face. âI like guys who can do both,â he winked at you.Â
â-You said Iâm next, hyung?â You stood up from your seat and went right to the booth. âCan we go line-by-line, if thatâs okay?âÂ
âSure,â Chan said, also wanting to move from the topic.Â
You set the microphone to your height, and pushed the conversation away. You learned during your time with Stray Kids that Chan took the âno studio sexâ rule very seriously. He didnât mind it in individual studios, but when it came to recording together, it was prohibited. He wanted everyone focused on recording well, not getting into each otherâs pants. Of course, the members care about producing a good album as much as him, so they mostly flirted if anything. You also believed part of it was the possibility someone in the company not privy to the âsecretâ would walk in on it. You understood why, and followed it to avoid ending up on the receiving end of a Leader Scolding. You didnât want Chan upset with you or believing you really couldnât control yourself.Â
Though, Han regularly tested this restraint.Â
â-Mouth hung open, donât know where to look,â you sang into the microphone gently, getting into the music playing in your headphones.Â
âGo a bit deeper,â Chan said, his voice coming through when the music stopped. âIt sounds too light.â
âOkay,â you nodded. The music started again, and you sang in a slightly deeper tone, âMouth hung open, donât know where to look.â
âNot bad, not bad,â Chan praised, âLetâs do one more.âÂ
âMouth hung open, donât know where to look.âÂ
âOkay, yes, letâs go with that one,â he declared, and you agreed. âLetâs give the next line a listen.â
âOkay,â you said. Hanâs voice came through as the song started, and you looked at your notes as you sang right after, âWe act the way we think, the way we feel.â
âNice,â Chan said as you stopped. âLetâs keep that one and go again.âÂ
Chanâs praise always made you feel good. Since working with the group, you felt your skills had improved much more. Chan said you were always good, but you disagreed. You worked on your lines with Chan, with Han and Minho giving their opinions from time to time. It felt productive. It felt good being a part of something, truly part of it and not looking from the outside. You rarely recorded with the previous groups since you hardly had any lines in your own songs. So, being there with the members felt exciting each time. Also, yes, Chan being the one who praised you made you warm inside.Â
âGreat!â Chan said on the last line, âReally great.â
âThanks,â you said with a small bow, smiling wide at the success and relieved to be done so quickly.Â
You picked up your song notes, then walked out of the booth. Minho stood up from the couch, patting your back as he passed you into the booth next. Han sat on the couch on his phone. You guessed the couple had plans like you and Chan, and wanted to be done as soon as possible. You took Minhoâs seat, sinking into the plush leather couch as Minhoâs warm ups from the speakers. Usually, thereâd be another producer present, but today appeared to be a special case. You took up your phone, starting to scroll for a new place to try when a message came in.Â
âYouâre such a good singer, hyung,â Hanâs message read, the rapper curling up on the couch and leaning against you.Â
Considering he texted it rather than say it out loud, something sensual was sure to follow. âThanks. I try,â you texted back, heat in your cheeks.Â
âMaybe being a good singer means your moans sound good too.âÂ
âHow did I know youâd say something like that? Lolâ you laughed to yourself, shaking your head.Â
âBecause Iâve been teasing you all week.âÂ
He wasnât lying. Han Jisung had been teasing you all week. Ever since you returned from Milan, when everyone saw you with Hyunjin, youâd received more photos and videos than before. It started with small flirty glances and blushing smiles in the practice room. In the studio, heâd lay his head on your lap or find excuses to cuddle close to you so your bodies touched. During photo or video shoots, heâd make sure you saw glimpses of his petite, lean body as he dressed. In the car on your way to an important event, heâd sit beside you instead of Minho and touch your thigh. Never too brazen. Never too obvious. Despite his lust for you, Han managed to keep it under the radar better than other members.Â
âMinho-hyung really doesnât mind?â you texted back, giving a glance to the man in the recording booth.Â
âNot when itâs the other members,â he said. âHeâs the one who helped me take those pictures I sent you. Did you like them? đâÂ
âOf course,â you shuddered remembering the photos of Han tied up and gagged on his bed. Heâd been sweaty, hickies on his neck, teary eyed with cum on his stomach. âYou knew I would.âÂ
âYou know you can do that to me whenever you like,â his free hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.Â
âChan-hyung is right there!â you replied, nodding over to Chan, who was too focused on helping Minho to notice. âStudio sex isnât allowed. Heâll get super pissed.âÂ
âHeâs busy,â he responded. âItâs not like Iâm blowing you đâÂ
âBut youâd like to be, Iâm sure đâ
âDuh! Have you seen how much you cum? I want all of it.âÂ
You gulped when his hand went further up your thigh. âEvery drop,â he added. âAll of it in my mouth and down my throat.âÂ
Youâd decided long ago that rappers had a great disadvantage in dirty talking.Â
âRemember the last video I sent?âÂ
âHow can I forget? You looked so pretty riding that tentacle toy and cumming all over yourself.â
âI was thinking about you using my throat like a toy, just fucking it however you want until you cum.â
âJisung-ah.â
You withheld a gasp when his hand found your crotch. He stopped texting you, and focused on your soft cock. Your eyes glanced over to Chan and Minho, who still somehow had not noticed you two on the couch. A part of you knew Chan would be disappointed in you, but Hanâs hand felt so warm and his fingers knew exactly where to go. Through your gray shorts, he put enough pressure so you felt his fingers on him. You gripped your phone tightly, seeing his hand slowly slide up and down your length. When his hand dipped to your balls, you shifted to rest them fully in his palm. Your eyes met Jisungâs, and he smirked mischievously, cheeks puffing slightly around his cheekbones. He knew what he was doing to you, and it drove you insane.Â
âI know you two arenât doing what I think youâre doing,â Chanâs voice broke through your thoughts. You two immediately pulled apart. âYou know the rules,â he said, as he wrote down notes for the next verse.Â
âWe have no idea what youâre talking about, hyung,â Han said innocently, removing his hand from your lap. âYN-hyung and I are only talking about the new song.â
âIf you two want to fuck so bad,â he said, âGo do it somewhere else.â
âWhatâs going on?â Minho asked from inside the booth. âAm I done?â
âYour boyfriend canât keep his hands to himself in the studio,â Chan answered, pressing the speaker button to talk.Â
âHannie-yah,â Minhoâs voice came laced with a warning, âYou know better.â
âBut, weâre both bored waiting on you two,â you said, trying to help Jisung out of trouble. âWe werenât going to go farther than touching, we swear.â
âYeah, only until you guys finished for the day,â said Han.Â
âYou both know we have seven other members to record,â Chan said, âAnd Changbin hasnât shown up yet and neither has anyone else. Weâd have to play what weâve done so far, and see if there are any changes to be made tomorrow. You both know that. Iâve told you more than once that studio sex isnât allowed.â
âWe can go to my studio then,â Han said to you, brown eyes heavy with lust. âThereâs no stupid sex rule there.â
âItâs not a stupid rule. We would get almost nothing done when all of you are so fucking horny all the time,â Chan said, sounding agitated.Â
âHyung, donât be so tough on them,â Minho said. âJisung hasnât been fucked properly in a while, so heâs all needy and stuff. YNie would be doing me a favor,â he then chuckled. âI think that whole alpha-omega thing is real, because heâs like a dog in heat sometimes.â
âAm not!â argued Jisung.Â
âSo, I shouldnât tell everyone here how I woke up to you humping my leg?âÂ
You stifled a giggle. âI wasnât humping your leg,â Han said, arms crossed, âI was just snuggling and got hard.âÂ
âTell that to my pants,â Minho snorted.Â
âAs much as Iâd love to watch you two go at it like rabbits,â Chan interrupted the conversation, âItâs work time.âÂ
You and Han shared a glance, then you both stood from the couch. Han walked into the recording booth where he cornered Minho, while you walked over to Chan.Â
âYou can always take a break,â you suggested, your lingering arousal stirring in you. âYou work so much, hyung. You deserve a long, relaxing break.â
Chan snickered, clicking around on the screen to replay Minhoâs recording. âTempting, but not today, YNie. Youâll have to settle for another one of our bottoms again.âÂ
âBut, hyung,â you slid your hands on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of him through his black shirt, âI havenât been topped in a long time.â His shoulders flexed against your rolling thumbs, and you worked out the small knots you found. You bent down to his ear, âPlease? Just this one time?â You started towards his neck, then to his back. The low groan he gave sent shivers to the arousal inside you. âMinho can have Jisung, and you could have me. Iâve been dying to be pounded by you.â
Chan then turned his chair around, and pulled you to him by the waist. He remained dangerously close to your crotch, looking up at you from your hips. You hoped he might at least kiss you. With how his eyes scanned over your face to your lips, and back to your eyes, you thought he might finally do it. He brought you closer, inches away from him before he said:
âI said not today, YN-yah,â he said, gently. âPatience is a virtue, you know.â
âA virtue Iâm slowly losing my grip on,â you replied, bending down to his level. âIâll get you someday, Leader-nim.âÂ
Chan stuck his tongue into his cheek to repress a smile at the name. âSooner than you think if you keep calling me that,â he said, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb. âIâd love to hear you moan it for me.â
âOh, Leader-nim,â you said, faking one for him. âLeader-nim, that feels so good. Donât stop,â you put your lips to his ear, âLeader, make me yours. Pound my ass until I canât walk straight. Use my throat like a fleshlight and make me choke on your huge cock.â
He bit his tongue as you teased him. âDamn,â he sighed, âItâs a shame Iâm working right now. Iâd love to do to you what youâve been doing to all the bottoms around here.â
He turned his chair around, and you grunted with your arms crossed. You turned to see Han receiving the same gentle rejection, a kiss promising more much later. He came back to you, sliding his arms around your middle. âLooks like weâll have to settle for each other,â he pouted, head on your shoulder. âSince our boyfriends have no interest in fucking us themselves.â
âIâm recording, Jisung!â
âHe used to love me,â he continued as if he didnât hear Minho, playfulness in his tone. âI donât know what happened.â
âIâll put you on the horse, I swear. Keep it up.âÂ
âI donât mind taking his place,â you said, turning in his arms and embracing him. Your hands went down his back to cup his ass, âI think Iâd like waking up to you leaking all over my leg.âÂ
âIâm right here, you know,â Minho said as Chan laughed.Â
âYou can wake up to all kinds of things with me,â Han said, tracing your Adam's apple to the base of your throat. âA good fuck is a great way to start your morning,â he leaned closer to you, nose gently nuzzling yours. âAnd with a dick like yours just inches away from me?â he reached down to your bulge again, smiling when you gasped, âI donât think Iâd be able to control myself around you.â
âYou already canât now,â you laughed, tracing his jawline to his lips. âYou jumped on me the second you got up close to me.â
âI really was trying to hold back. Itâs justâŠI was rewatching Hyunjinâs video and I couldn't stop picturing you doing all of that to me too,â he said. âI had no idea you could do that.â His hand traced the outline of your dick through your pants, shifting when you began massaging his ass.Â
âYou two are such sluts,â Chan laughed. âGo to Hanâs studio and do that there. This is work time.âÂ
âWould you like us to film it for you, hyung?â you asked, holding Jisung close and both of you looking at him. âWe can watch it together later.â
He hesitated, paused over his work before saying, âIf it comes to mindâŠâ
You and Jisung giggled before leaving the studio. The exhilaration built back up following Han down the hallway to his personal studio. Your eyes raked up and down his body. He wore a longer shirt that hid his petite waist and lean figure from you. His pants were a big baggier, so you knew theyâd be easier to slip off. The suppression youâd kept on yourself slowly unwound before you reached Hanâs studio; it threatened to break through and pounce on him once you passed the threshold into quietness.Â
âYou have no idea,â Han brought you to him by the hand, a familiar lustful glint in his eyes, âHow long Iâve been wanting this.â
âI think I have some idea,â you replied, hands sliding around his waist to his ass. You suddenly hated his pants and wanted them off. The thick material kept you from feeling the perky cheeks underneath. âThe stuff you send me is a clear indication of that in my opinion,â you chuckled.Â
âThatâs only a fraction of it,â he said, leaning closer. âTrust me.â
He pressed his hands to your torso, their touch soft against your muscles and slid upwards. You cupped his cheek and brought him in for a kiss. It started with light smacks of your lips, the occasional flick of the bottom before being caught in between both. The teasing brushes of his tongue ignited something in you; your hands went down to his backside again, trying to feel for the curves youâd seen bouncing on toys for days now. His own hands went up your abdomen, tracing small patterns before reaching your chest. The brief touch of his cotton shirt to your bare stomach sparked you. Your kiss getting deeper, your hunger for him became more obvious. The strain in your shorts grew and pressed into the fabric, a small bump starting to form again. When you brought him closer, Jisungâs bulge pushed against yours and you both moaned. You held him more securely once his hips started grinding on you.
âCome here, baby.â
You sat down on the sofa nearby and he straddled your lap right away. Your hands on his thighs, you growled at the obstacle his pants became. Jisung, arms around your neck, brought you back in for another kiss as he continued rocking his hips. You caressed his thighs up and down, the tension in them flexing underneath the denim material. His cock pushing into yours, the heavy material weighing on your thin one, you couldnât help humping him back. The faint scent of cologne stayed on his skin, becoming more obvious when you kissed down his neck. His body, lithe and slender, fit perfectly in your arms and responded to your touches right away. Minho was a lucky man. Youâd be spent too if you had Jisung in your bed all the time.Â
His grinding became more hurried when you reached underneath his shirt to the hardening nipples. You groaned listening to him whine at a particularly hard pinch, not out of pain but pleasure. When he bunched his jeans up to tighten around his groin, his bulge instantly became more apparent on his thigh. Thankfully, once you unbuckled and unzipped him, your hands fit perfectly inside.
âHyungâŠâ he breathed once your hands grabbed his ass over his boxers. You squeezed and pulled them apart to push some fabric between the two cheeks. The thin, smooth material made it easier to feel his tight hole. âOh godâŠâ
âKeep grinding,â you said, guiding him along your length.
He continued kissing you, tugging on your lower lip with a soft lick right afterwards. He pushed his narrow hips to yours in slow circles, the movement keeping you both together longer. His soft moans joined yours, the two of you unable to stop once you started. Someone could walk in right then, and youâd keep going. His body became addicting. The hardness of his body in your arms tempted you into feeling more than his ass. All the restraint you carried rushed through floodgates, and you wanted nothing more than to bend Han over the sofa arm, pants at his knees. The air shifted when you rolled Han into his back, and started sliding off his pants and shoes with them. Desire burned in his innocent eyes, and he couldnât stop himself from grabbing his growing erection.
âNo, no,â you said, gently pushing his hand away, âThatâs my job.â
You rested between his thighs, laying on top of him as you went back to grinding. Hands above his head, Han surrendered himself over to you. You kissed up his body from hips to chest as you lifted his shirt to just above his nipples. His body twitched at the pleasure you were giving him; he couldnât stop gyrating his hips to your throbbing cock. The constant friction between the two of you drove you wild. Every so often, you reached between you to rub him with your hand which made him squirm. He felt so good. You couldnât get enough of him. You never could get enough of any of them. No matter which member you had, you always found yourself craving more and more. Hanâs angelic moans, high and needy, became a song you could never forget. His hard nipples in your mouth became a focus point to his pleasure; you couldnât stop yourself from nibbling and sucking them. You groaned into the wrinkled skin, your dick jerking in your shorts and boxers. When you knelt up, you held your boner down to keep grinding on the outline pressing into Jisungâs boxers.
âYou look so pretty like this,â you groaned, taking in his long body lying beneath you. Arms still above his head, heâd crossed his wrists as if tied together and gripped the cushion at the end. âAll needy and horny,â you slid yourself up and down his length before giving his tip a gentle rub. âI jerked off to those videos of you tied up and toys inside you so many times. I kept picturing it being me making you cum like that.â
âMe too,â he whined. âToo bad I donât keep any here,â he grinned through another moan, âThen you could use it on me as much as you want.â
âBut, my dick is just as good,â you said, trembling somewhat as you dragged your balls over his cock and back down. The smooth motion stirred the pot between you. A small black spot showed where his tip was, and thatâs what you focused on. âDonât you think so?â
âHyungâŠâ
âYes?â
âLet me suck your dick, please,â he begged through a quiet voice. âI want you in my mouthâŠin my throat. Iâve been-been dying to suck you dry. PleaseâŠâ
The mere act of him begging to blow you had you tugging your pants down. Excitement lit inside Hanâs eyes as he positioned himself on the floor in front of you. The sight of him below, round brown eyes gazing up at you pleadingly and lips already parting, could not have been a prettier sight. He pulled your pants down to your ankles, running his hands up your thighs to the center of your boxers. Your thighs clenched at the light fingers grazing your inner sides, and you sighed when they slipped under the leg holes. Jisung pressed his lips right to your cock, brushing over the fabric and nuzzling the hardened shaft. Shaky breaths escaped you every time he reached the sensitive side of your tip and hum softly around it. His fingers continued massaging you, thumbs pressing to the perineum and your balls every so often. When he heard you moan particularly loud at this, he kept on doing it. He kissed down to them for a moment, giving a soft moan before coming back up. You gripped the cushion underneath you as you watched the younger member fondle and worship your dick. Once he found a wet pot, Jisung flicked his tongue over it.Â
Then, he carefully pulled down the front of your underwear. You whined at the fabric sliding against your cock, springing it upwards towards Jisungâs face. The longing became clear on his face, but he didnât dare put you in his mouth yet. Tongue poking out over his bottom lip, soft breaths ghosted over your tip as he began rubbing you in his hand. His smooth fingers grazed over the squishy head in each stroke, creating more tightness in your belly, and your body was on fire. The fact he kept himself positioned just under you, staring at your dick as he worked you, had you reeling for more.Â
âYour dick is perfect,â he said, swallowing the saliva building in his mouth. âItâs big where it counts.â
âItâs notâŠnot like that.â
âIt is to me,â he replied with a laugh, smiling when you shuddered at a soft kiss. âItâs perfect for sucking just like Minho and Chanâs cocks.â
One hand holding the base, he used the other to languidly stroke you. You wriggled in your seat at the firm squeeze he gave both ends, and dug your nails further into the sofa. It was over when he started whirling the tip of his tongue on the tipâs edge in time with his strokes.
âYou like that?â he teased, continuing to do it a bit faster.
âYes, fuck yes,â you said between gritted teeth, the pleasure tight in your groin. âKeep going like thatâŠThereâs a good boy.â
Being called a âgood boyâ struck a chord in Jisung and he slid you over his outstretched tongue. It went in so easily. You groaned at the light sensation of his tongue on the sensitive skin, rubbing the veins and thick head. Once he latched his mouth to your shaft, the both of you moaned together. You slipped a hand into his hair, dyed a grayish white and much longer, and simply held it as he went further. He held onto your thighs as his face planted into your lap, nose brushing your pubic bone and chin right underneath your dick. The pressure from his throat and his hollow cheeks tempted you into going further. You could sit there enjoying his mouth forever. The obscene slurping he did when he pulled you from his throat couldnât have sounded better. He did not even withdraw completely. He kept you in his mouth despite the drool coming from the sides of his mouth. Whenever he did, he still kept the very tip in his mouth to spit over before going back down. Soft cries hummed around it, muffled by your thickness as you continued gradually sliding in and out of his mouth. He didnât protest when you fastened your grip on his hair and held him in place. Your hips pushed upwards into his face, reaching his throat each time.
"Look up at me,â you said, angling him further down to see him teary eyed and messy. You took yourself out to tap your wet cock on his cheeks and mouth, the other not hesitating to lick at you whenever you hit him. âGreedy,â you smiled, pushing into his mouth.
He brought your thighs onto his shoulders and angled himself further downwards. You locked your legs behind his back and started using them to bring him closer. Unable to get out of your grasp, Jisung could only kneel there and take your cock in his mouth. His sucking lips became a toy to use. Tears filled the corners of his eyes each time you forced him to the hilt, holding him there several seconds as he choked and sputtered around you. Like before, you barely let him off you. You gave him a minute to breathe before pushing him back in with your legs, locking him in place with your thighs.
âYou love this, donât you?â you asked in heavy breaths, hand curling in his soft hair. You chuckled softly when he nodded in confirmation, sucking you even harder as an answer. âGood to know I have a good place to dump all my cum,â you shoved your dick fully to his throat again, âBecause thatâs just what you are, huh? A mindless cum dump for everyone to use, right?â He moaned again in agreement, shaking his head with you in his mouth and vibrating it with another moan. âIâd pump my load in your throat every night if I could.â
âPleaseâŠâ he said, voice muffled by the inch he breathed again, lips connected by several strings of fluids. âUse my mouth whenever you want.â
âDoes that go for your tight ass too?â you asked, smacking his face with your wet cock again. âSeeing you put all those dildos in your ass makes it so tempting.â
âYes,â he said before letting you push back into his mouth. âFuck my ass,â he muttered as you started fucking his mouth again. âPlease, fuck my ass. I want you deep in me.âÂ
âBend over the couch then,â you said, âAnd show me that pretty hole of yours.â
Getting onto the couch, Jisung yanked down his pants and boxers to his knees like youâd imagined. He arched his back and spread his cheeks apart, his hole clenching for something to grab. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when your tongue slid over it. Small licks around the entrance caused small whimpers and grinding into your face. You gave each cheeks a sharp smack and a hard squeeze as you rolled your tongue further and flicked it around. His entrance lubed, you wasted no time in sliding one finger inside, moaning at the walls swallowing you and the back starting to arch to meet it. You kept him still with one hand while your finger gently worked him open. Adding a second, you scissored the hole as you plunged knuckle deep. Jisung shook and held onto the sofa arm, face buried in the plush suede.
âYour dickâŠâ Jisung said through a strained whine. âPlease, hyung, can I have your dick now?â
âBut, this is so much fun,â you sneered, adding a third finger that made him writhe. âYour hole is so tight and I love seeing how you react when I go deep like this,â you emphasized it by pushing all three fingers to his core and watching him moan into the arm. âIâve grown to love teasing all our pretty bottoms,â you continued fingering him, pulling out to put your fingers in sideways and palm facing downwards. âYou each sound so sweet when youâre under me.â
âThatâs because youâre amazing,â he said with a breathy laugh, meeting your hand halfway. âI want you to ruin me like you did with Hyunjin and Innie.â
âOh yeah?â You finally removed your fingers, leaving Han empty and wanting for a few seconds, âYou want me to fuck you stupid too?â
âYes, please!â
âWell, if thatâs what little Hannie wants,â you kissed the edge of his ear, âThen hyung should be nice and give it to you, right?â
âYes, yes, yes,â he said hurriedly, feeling your tip resting on him.
You chuckled at his eagerness, loving the effect you appeared to be having on him. Chan would probably advise caution by now, since you could be discovered any second. But, how could you care about that when Hanâs ass hugged you so tightly? The bumpy walls milked you in every stroke, and it became harder to maintain control over yourself. Having him massaging your length, his high-pitched moans mingling with the sounds of skin slapping skin, made your mouth water. You forced yourself to focus on Jisung: running your hands up and down his back, grabbing his hair to pull his head back or smacking his tight ass in hard slaps. The small bits of pain seemed to make Jisung moan louder, and become more desperate. So, you dragged your nails on his skin, not too hard but enough for him to feel it; you spanked his ass until it was a light pink color.
Jisung became more desperate when you pulled him to your chest and reached around his waist. He really was hard. You could barely squeeze it at times, working it with only your index and thumb. Jisung became a moaning, mindless mess as you pleasured him. Every time your hand reached the base, your dick went fully inside him. This drove the already sensitive Jisung even further into bliss. Precum spilled from the tip, and you used it to lube him up. The slick sounds matched your snapping hips, working alongside the moans escaping both of you.
âMinho-hyung is so lucky,â you said in his ear, jerking and fucking him harder. âGetting to-to fuck you like this every day.â
âYou-You can too!â
âOh yeah? I can?â
âYes, yes! However you want! Wherever!â
You put this to the test. After a bit of time on the couch, you manhandled him onto the floor where you ripped off his pants and lifted his legs into the air. Han clawed at the floor, at the bottom of the couch and his chair nearby as overwhelming pleasure took over. Sensing his orgasm, you didnât deny it from him. You pumped his dripping cock as you kept going, watching in awe as he quivered and whined in his climax. Thick, hot droplets leaked from the head, mixing together as you continued stroking him, and went over your fingers. He used the end of his shirt to muffle the loud, suffocating cries your cock produced. As he settled down, chest rising and falling in every breath, you didnât stop. Like with Hyunjin, a hard orgasm was of no significance. Youâd finish when you both felt like it.
âFuck me here, hyung!â
âFuck me over there, hyung, please!â
Anyone who watched might wonder whoâd ended up in charge. Han pointed wearily to places in his studio where he wanted you to bend him over: his desk, his chair, the other side of the couch, and even over his producing equipment. You couldnât say no. Heâd become as equally addicting as Hyunjin. By the time you both finished over the record deck, he was pumping out smoke. Watching him wearily bounce onto your hips, you couldnât handle it anymore.Â
âGet down there,â you ordered quickly, starting to jerk yourself quickly, âGet the fuck down there and open that mouth.âÂ
The sight of his mouth open, tongue sticking out close to your thick head, finally brought you over the edge. It hit you hard, making every nerve in you vibrate and stiffen as it pushed through you. Everything felt hot, your breath being constricted from the blast. Your cum shot right into his mouth, coating his tongue and splattering his mouth when you missed. Whenever he thought heâd miss a drop, Jisung licked the line leading to the hole and sucked it out for you. Your dick suddenly became sensitive to his hand and mouth, and your body became weak from the exertion. Jisung continued licking you from top to bottom, sucking whatever beads remained until he was sure heâd gotten it all.Â
âThat was amazing,â he breathed, finally laying down on your chest on the couch. Your body felt like jelly. You mightâve just gone through a super deep tissue massage, making you light headed and floating. âSo much better than I thought itâd be.â
âThanks,â you breathed, catching your breath. âI didnât think I could-could do that again.â
âI didnât think I could either,â he replied, snuggling close to you. He reached around for tissues he kept underneath the couch for emergencies, and you started cleaning each other off. âIâve only ever done this with Minho.âÂ
âYou two must have something really special then.â
You saw him smile fondly at the thought. âWe do,â he said. âHe keeps me grounded when I start floating away. I never feel anxious or worried around him. He makes me happy.âÂ
âThatâs good.â
âLike how Chan makes you happy.â
Not this again. âWhat Chan and I have is the same as everyone else.â
âOh yeah?â he smirked, âTell that to the shadow at the door.â
âHuh?â
You could just barely see him, but instinct told you it was Chan. By the profile and muscled chest sticking out slightly, you recognized him. If you didnât feel so drained, youâd go to him. Heâs likely rock hard, if not already spent from listening at the door. But, you felt too content with Jisung in your arms to do anything about it. Heâll likely text you about it later, or bring it up the next time youâre alone.Â
âHe really likes you,â Han said, pulling up his boxers. âI can tell from how he looks at you.â
âHe looks at all of us that way.â
âNo, with you itâs more flirty and loving than fond,â he came back and cuddled against your chest, wrapped in your legs. âMinho looks at me that way sometimes, when he thinks Iâm not looking. Heâll be watching me doing something, and when I look up, he turns his head. Chan does that with you.â
âItâs just sex, thatâs all. Weâre just horny for each other.â
No, it wasnât that. It was far from that. Bahng Christoper Chan made you more seen than anyone else. He never left you behind or made you feel insignificant. When you were together, your connection flowed so freely and easily. It wasnât awkward with him. Yes, your sexual tension will eventually boil over, but you hoped it was more than that for him.Â
âKeep telling yourself that, cutie,â Jisung said, kissing your cheek softly. âUgh, Iâm starving now.â He grabbed his phone, âIâm going to see if theyâll bring us something. You know, to repair the emotional damage they caused with their rejection.â
âOf course. Itâs only right.âÂ
Right when Jisung called Chan, a phone rang from behind the door. Then, the shadow disappeared.Â
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A/N: Ooof, YN is just blowing through these men, isnt he?? haha get it?? sorry...Please reblog and like!
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Incident at the Trampoline Park
Summary: You break your arm at the trampoline park
Warnings: Dislocated Shoulder, Ambulance
âYou excited Monkey?â Kyra asked as she threw you up in the air and caught you.
âYesss!â you squeal.
âGuys, inside voices, and Kyra be careful, we donât want any injuries today.â You Mum told you both off.
âGeez, when did you become such an old lady, we arenât even there yetâ.
âCalm down Cait, itâs okay, no one will get hurt and it will just be a fun day outâ Your Ma told you Mum.
âYeah okay, but is this really the best idea, I mean-â âBabe itâs going to be fine,â your Ma cut your Mum off as she placed a kiss on her check, âready to go Munchkin?â you nodded eagerly.
Today was team bonding day, it was your Maâs turn to choose the activity and organise it but because your Birthday had just passed and she wasnât there with you because of international break she let you choose, and you chose to go to a trampoline park, everyone was hesitant to go at first but once they found out it was your choice not Katieâs they were all ecstatic to go. But there were still some on the team that were a bit cautious, your Mum being one of them. Everyone had been informed by their skippers that no one could get injured, as Jonas would kill them if someone got hurt, he strongly suggested to stay away from such activities.
The day had been going great, you met all the girls there and had heaps of fun.
âSee, I told you everything would be fine,â your Ma told your Mum.
âYeah, I guess so-â your Mum was interrupted by a blood curtailing scream, which was accompanied by a âShit! KATIE! CAITLIN!â both your Mumâs looked over to where the sound came from and saw a bunch of commotion and before they knew it, they were running as fast as they could to get over there. When they reached the area, they saw your little body standing in the middle, Leah was supporting you, keeping you upright as you leaned on her, you were sobbing, face all wet, your left arm just hung by your side, you kept trying to touch it, but Leah kept pushing your arm away from it, which made you frustrated.
âOh Munchkin,â your Ma cooed as she gently and carefully placed you in her lap.
âDoes your shoulder hurt Monkey?â your Mum asked as she pushed the hair that had stuck to your face out of the way. You nodded.
âComing through,â a path was cleared for the two paramedics.
âHey little one, can you tell me your name?â the younger one asked you, you shook your head, you just wanted to the pain to go away. âThatâs okay, does it hurt?â you nod before adding âf-feels wie-wierdâ.
âOh, thatâs no good, Iâm just going to touch you here okay,â he touches his own collar bone area, âI promise I wonât touch your shoulder thoughâ you give him a small nod before he starts to feel your collar bone, a certain spot he touches feels very ouchy and you wince in pain.
âItâs okay baby,â your Ma says to you as she rubs your back.
After some more checking he turns to your Mumâs âShoulder is definitely dislocated, however as she is a child we canât reset it here, so the hospital will do that, she could also have a small break in her collar bone.â Your Mumâs nod.
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You wined as Katie put you in your car seat, âI know its uncomfy but you have to sit in your car seat, how bout I sit next to you?â you gave her a small sad nod, âCait, catchâ she threw the keys at Caitlin, who managed to catch them.
âSince when do you let me drive?â âSince princess wants me to sit in the back with her,â âI think I remember you asking her. Not her asking you but anyway get inâ.
A few minutes into the drive, you fell asleep. âLove you babeâ Katie said from the back seat.
âWhat was that for? But love you too.â âCanât a girl just tell her girl she loves her, does there need to be a reasonâ both of them chuckled. âIâll update the girlsâ.
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North London is What?
Katie: Just thought to give you all an update, little miss had a dislocated shoulder and a hairline fracture in her collar bone, they were able to reset her shoulder in the ED. Has to wear a sling at all times for the next week and then we will find out more next week.
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They were flooded with heaps well wishes messages from the girls.
When you arrived home you were still sleeping so Caitlin when ahead to get some cushions, blankets, and other items to help make you comfortable on the couch and Katie carefully got you out of your car seat and inside, both women were thankful that you had stayed asleep. With you asleep on the couch they went into the kitchen to get some of the necessities, so they had them at armâs reach, you were always very clingy whenever you were sick or hurt.
âYou okay?â Caitlin asked Katie.
âWhat do you mean?â Katie asked almost defensively, Caitlin knew there was something definitely wrong, Katie only reacted like that when there was, and she had a small suspicion she knew what it was, well it was more than one thing.
âBabe, come here,â she said as she pulled her in closer for a hug, âyou know youâre an amazing Mum.â
âIt doesnât feel like it Cait,â Katieâs voice broke, Caitlin unwrapped her arms from around Katie and move her hands up to either side of her face, using her thumbs to wipe away the few tears that had fallen out of Katieâs eyes, âhey, donât cry, itâs okay, you are an amazing Mum she adores you.â
âBut does she? She always chooses to go with you on camp, Iâve never been picked once.â More tears started falling out of Katieâs eyes and Caitlin wrapped her in another hug.
âYou know, she only chooses to go on camp with me because of Harper, Kyra and Charli, I swear itâs like I donât even exist on camp,â Katie lets out a small laugh, âHang on, can you hear that?â Caitlin said, it sounded like there were voices coming from the living room.
âHello?â Katie questioned as they walked into the living room seeing some of their teammates sitting there.
âWe just thought to let ourselves in to drop off our gifts, we didnât want to disturb you, but then we saw monkey and couldnât help sitting down,â Steph admitted, Leah, Kyra and Beth all nodded in response.
Caitlin sat down next to a now awake you and Katie sat at your feet next to Leah, âYou okay?â Leah asked Katie.
âYeah,â Katie said as she nodded and gave a weak smile.
âHey, how are you feeling?â Your Mum asked you as she went to pull you in for a hug, but you climbed out of her arms and shuffled over to Katie.
âWant Ma,â you said, and with that Caitlin gave Katie a smile.
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âNo, want to stay with you,â you grumbled from your car seat, Katie had told you that you were going to stay inside with Oscar today at training, usually you loved spending time with Oscar, but you were still ouchy and wanted to say with your Mumâs.
Your Mumâs phone buzzed before she looked at it, âHow-bout you sit on the side with Steph Monkey?â
âStephy,â your voice perked up at the mention of one of your favourite people. Your Ma, looked at your Mum confused, âSteph just messaged the group chat, said her period is bad today so she messaged Jonas, he told her to sit out, so she is going to watch training from the sidelines.â
âDoes that mean Stephy will be grouchy?â you questioned âNo, Monkey, at least I donât think soâ you Mum replied laughing, your Ma sent her a death stare. Your Mumâs had told you what a period was when you first asked as they wanted to be open and honest about your body, but it washed over your head, clearly too young, the only thing you remember is itâs a lady problem that happens once a month, and it's why your Ma gets grouchy every month around a certain date, or at least thatâs what your Mum said.
You arrived at the colony slightly later than normal today as it took a bit longer to get ready this morning due to the circumstances, so you went straight through to the training pitch, when you walked out on the grass you saw Steph in the shade near the water bottles, leaning again a wall, with her knees tucked into her chest.
âYou alright?â Your Mum asked as you got closer to her.
âYeah, just you know,â Steph replied, âRough time?â she asked when she saw you, you seemed sadder than usual, for obvious reasons, but also extra clingy and you held your stuffy and blanky in your good arm which Steph never saw you with unless it was nap time or bedtime.
âMore like rough last 5 minutes, there were some tears shed as we got out of the car seat, but yeah also rough night, someone didnât get much sleepâ she replied to her teammate before kneeling down in front of you âdo you want to ask your question to Steph?â
âStephy, I sit with you, please?â you asked softly.
âOf course, Monkey, how bout you sit in my lap?â you nodded softly at her suggestion.
âYou sure, she has a pillow, Katie has it, she can just lay down next to you,â Your Mum said, she was concerned for her friend, she had never seen her bothered by her period.
âIâm sure Cait, donât worry itâs fine, and plus I donât think she is going to be causing me much troubleâ Steph said as she opened her arms for you, she helped keep you steady as you climbed into her lap, you put your legs out in front of you, they were much shorter than Stephâs, your feet barely touched her knees, you then leaned your back on her stomach and your head rested just below her chest, the wind was chilly so your Mum put your blanket over you and soon enough you had fallen asleep.
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I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU (HOW YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I TURN TO)
in which you and percy must navigate the intricacy of love and glory in the midst of terror percy jackson x ares! reader, wc: 1.8k, warning: violence, description of wounds/blood, note: thank you so much for requesting!!! and yes, i picked the quest members randomly SUE ME
Percy was busy this summer. On top of his daily activities at camp, the Oracle had bestowed on him a particularly tedious quest which he eagerly accepted, not one to miss out on adventure. But the last few days have been tough for everyone. The quest Percy and his friends had taken on proved to be way more demanding than expected and monsters seemed to constantly appear out of nowhere. Looking over his shoulder to ensure everyone was okay, he noticed you trailing behind Annabeth and Thalia, backpack slung over your shoulder. Even with tired eyes and a couple of cuts on your face, you were the prettiest being heâd ever seen.
âI think we can stop here for the night,â his voice cuts into the silence of the early evening. âweâre not far off our destination and if Thalia's mapping is correct we might be a few days early. Thatâs great news !âÂ
The rest of the group nodded, each setting down their bags and stretching. âThalia and I are gonna settle here, call us if you guys need anything.â Annabeth said, to which Percy acquiesced.
As soon as they moved off, Percy's gaze turned to you, sitting on a rock with your backpack on your knees, looking away. Â
âHey angel,â he approached you, one hand brushing your arm before settling himself by your side. âHow are you holding up ?â
Looking at him for a brief second, you shrugged, opting to play with your dagger, a gift from your father, the infamous god of war.Â
Taking your silence for an invitation to continue, Percy adds: âI canât believe we made it this far so quickly you know ? Everything is going smoothly and if we get back to camp this early Chiron might see us fit for another outing !âÂ
His words feel like pit scorpion stingers and you close your eyes, huffing through your nose. That's when he notices how taut your shoulders are. He frowns, attempting to meet your eyes. âHey, whatâs wrong ?â he tentatively rubs your back. âDo you need anything ? I might have a few snacks Grover packed before we left..â
The mention of your friend back at camp half-blood makes your stomach clench. You miss Grover, you miss camp. Hades, Mr Dâs stupid shirts are even starting to grow on you. This quest seemed to go on forever and you wished Percy wouldnât be so stubborn about it. Putting your stuff away you sigh, looking up towards the stars slowly coming out of hiding. âI donât need anything Percy.â you answer dryly.Â
You can see him from the corner of your eye, looking at you skeptically. âIs this because weâre still on the road ? You know the worst is over, I think weâre in the clear about monsters and all⊠And then, if everything goes exactly as planned weâll be back at camp in a couple of days.â
You press the heel of your hands against your eyes, as if his voice was enough to give you a headache. âI donât care, Percy. I donât wanna know about that stupid plan or those stupid monsters. The quest is the only thing that has been coming out of your mouth ever since Chiron told you to go talk to the Oracle. Even when weâre at camp you only seem to care about going away !â you finally snap, staring at him crossly.Â
Percyâs confused, you can see it in the way his brows furrow. âListen, itâs- itâs important, okay ? These quests, these prophecies, theyâre vital if you want to prove yourself, to grow stronger ! How do you think weâd be doing in the real world without this ?â
You sigh, toying with your bracelet, a gift your boyfriend had given you last summer. âThatâs not what I meant Percy ! Youâre just so⊠You give your all to all of this and I understand, I admire you for that ! But it sucks to see you risk everything so often, to see you come back all hurt and bruised.âÂ
âWould you like it better if I stayed at camp and did nothing then ?â itâs his turn to get upset, arms crossed as he stares at you.Â
âNo ! Of course not ! I just wished you knew how to take care of yourself and others at the same time ! Youâre all up in your head sometimes, barely acknowledging me, or anyone else for that matter !â you let out an annoyed laugh.Â
âOh so youâre mad because we canât hang out like we used to ? Come on, you know how serious that is ! Of course I care about you but this is important too !â
You scoff, turning away from the boy. âGlory is important to you, I get it ! Itâs what runs in your blood. But why canât you see how it affects others, me ?â  Â
Percy runs a hand in his hair, obviously distressed. He calls out your name, a hint of dejection in his voice. âI think the journey has taken a toll on you. We should talk about it, about us ! You donât mean that.â he reaches out but you step away. âYeah, right. Is there even an us right now ? Maybe Iâm just a hindrance. Youâd definitely do greater things without me pestering youâ you breathe out, angrily wiping your eyes.Â
Your words slice his heart and you can see a twinge of sadness in his eyes. âCome onââ
He barely has time to finish this sentence when Annabeth yells from behind: âWatch out !â Briskly turning around, the boy is faced with two enormous hellhounds. Drawing out his beloved Riptide, Percy slashes the air, attempting to get the monsters to back off. When the two creatures jump forward instead, Percyâs mind goes blank. He can only think about everyoneâs survival. In his line of vision, he can see Annabeth and Thalia actively defending themselves. But he canât see nor hear you and thatâs enough to make his heart beat ten times quicker. He canât afford to diverge his attention right now but he knows you, he knows you can put up a fight. Youâre not the pride of Aresâ cabin for nothing after all.Â
One down, Percy thinks as his sword pierces through the monsterâs fur. Brushing off the dust sticking to his face with bloodied knuckles, he turns around in horror as he hears a bloodcurdling scream. Your scream. His feet drive him to you as fast as they can, only to find you wrestling with the remaining hellhound on the ground, its fangs sinking into your flesh.Â
Percy sees red. He lunges at the creature, weapon raised. Within a few minutes, what remains of the monster is the flickering black dust disappearing in the moonlight. Out of breath, Percy rushes to your side when he notices youâre not getting up.Â
âHey hey ! Itâs over, youâre- you're okay.â His hands on your shoulders, âCâmon, we gotta get you up.â He tries to get you in a seating position but the whimper you let out makes his heart clench. You grab his shoulder with a shaky hand, throat prickling as you attempt to tell him something.Â
âHurts PercyâŠit hurtsâŠâ and thatâs when he notices the gash on your lower stomach, shirt ripped to shreds and blood dripping down. A wave of nausea hits him but he holds on, applying pressure on your wound.Â
âItâs okay, itâs okay, weâre- weâre gonna get you back to camp, weâre gonna help you. Just⊠Just talk to me yn, donât close your eyes.â Percyâs hands shake as he tries to keep you conscious while Thalia and Annabeth fumble around him with a makeshift stretcher.Â
Even now, Percy is still amazed at how fast they all ran back to camp, guilt plaguing his mind as Chiron and a couple of dryads took your inert body and carried you to the infirmary.Â
The next few days are awful. Percyâs at the edge of your bed night and day, feeding you nectar and ambrosia, dabbing the sweat off your forehead when you strike up a fever, helplessly watching a kid from the Apollo cabin change your bandages. When you finally come out, heâs sat at the edge of your bed, head in his hands.Â
The sun peaking out from the closed curtains is still too bright when you open your eyes. You frown, slowly raising your arm to cover them. The rustling of sheets has Percy whipping his head in your direction and even in your daze, you can see his shoulders sag with relief.
âHeyâŠâ he says softly.Â
âWhaâ what happened ?â you speak out, voice husky. Â
Heâs sitting next to you within seconds, hand gently holding yours. You can see heâs trying really hard to find the right words, to tell you exactly how his nightmare played out. âWeâŠWe were on the way back to camp after our quest. We were all exhausted and- and we fought⊠Iâm so sorry yn,â he pauses, voice shaky. âWe didnât have time to talk things through⊠Two hellhounds appeared out of nowhere and by the time I turned to look for you Iâ I saw you on the ground. You were fighting the monster but he got you really bad and when he was gone I wanted to see if you were okay andâ and you werenât.. There was so much blood and you were in so much pain andââ
You squeeze his hand twice, cutting him off. He looks at you and this time you can clearly see the tears forming at his lash line.Â
âItâs okay Percy,â you smile weakly, thumb drawing circles on his skin. âWe made it, you made it.â
He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a few seconds. âNo, no itâs not. I was terrified when we brought you here. I was mad at myself for fighting with you and I was so, so scared to lose you. I kept repeating our last interaction in my head and thinking that those words mightâve been our last made me realize how stupid I am for not noticing how I hurt you. Youâre right. I get too much in my head. And⊠I canât do anything when Iâm not with you. I know this might sound silly but I need you with me all the time.â
You let out a small chuckle. âItâs fine Percy. I am partially to blame too yâknow⊠I shouldnât have snapped at you like that. Iâ I didnât mean what I said. Of course thereâs still an us. I guess I got too much in my head too.â you smile at him sheepishly. âAnd I hope you know I wouldnât deal so nicely with any of this demigod bullshit if you werenât by my side all the time.â you add with a mischievous smirk and Percyâs heart swells.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, his hands are on your face, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. âWeâll be alright angel. Weâll always be alright as long as weâre together.â
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Bucktommy prompt - maybe something fun and summery? beach day or Tommy knows a guy who lets them use his pool for the day or a cook out in the backward, could be just the two of them or them dragging Eddie along to cheer him up or the entire crew. Just something fluffy and happy!
this is... not what you asked for. Although it does include dragging Eddie along. But, I still hope you enjoy!
âTommy!â Eddie greeted, a little surprised to see the man at his door. âWhat are you doing here? Did I miss your call?â
âUh, no. I'm kidnapping you, apparently?â
Eddie raised his eyebrows. âYou're what?â
âKidnapping you,â Tommy repeated with a nod. âYou have to come with me.â
âI don't understand what's happening.â
Tommy sighed. âListen, man, Evan told me I had to be the one to come to the door. Said you'd fight him more than you'd fight me. Told me to tell you we're kidnapping you and taking you to a spa thing.â
âYou're not supposed to tell him where we're going!â Buck's voice rang out from the driveway. Tommy took a step back so Eddie could poke his head out. There was Buck, sitting in his Jeep with the window down.
âWhat the hell are you doing, Buck?â
âUgh! Just get a change of clothes and get your ass in the Jeep or I'm gonna have Tommy hoist you over his shoulder and shove you in the trunk!â
âWhat?!â Tommy exclaimed. âYeah, I will not be doing any of that.â
âYou're my muscle, Tommy!â Buck yelled.
âOkay, Buck,â Eddie took a step out onto the entryway, âyou can just take your Jeep and your spa and your,â he motioned to Tommy, âyour muscle someplace else. You're nuts!â He went to head back into his house, but Tommy placed a hand on the door before he could shut it.
âPlease just come with us,â he practically begged. âHe's had his clipboard out for two days and it's usually cute and, if I'm being honest, kinda hot-â
âGross.â
â-but this time it was just terrifying. His checklist was seven pages, Eddie. Single spaced. Help me.â
Eddie glared at him, but his shoulders fell and he relented. âFine.â He stepped back out and pointed at Buck, âBut I'm doing this for Tommy, not for you!â
Buck smiled brightly. âDon't care!â
*****
They were quiet for the nearly hour long car ride to wherever Buck was taking them. It wasn't until they pulled up to some giant pop up tents in the middle of the desert that both Tommy and Eddie realized they had both been duped.
âWhat the hell is this?â Eddie asked.
âThis is a meditation retreat.â
Tommy stared over at Buck from the passenger seat. âYou said we were going to an overnight spa.â
Buck nodded. âIt did include the word 'spa' on the initial brochure I received.â
âYou've got to be joking!â Eddie exclaimed. âAre you clinically insane?â
âNot officially.â
âEvan.â
âCome on, guys! It- It'll be fun,â Buck said, turning off the car. âThis lady told me all about it on a call. I checked everything out. They've got different activities in each of the tents, tons of food, a trail to go on. We can connect with each other and nature.â
Eddie's eyes drifted between Buck and the keys in his hand.
âNo,â Buck warned.
Eddie lurched forward and grabbed for Buck's keys, nearly elbowing Tommy as he and Buck got into a cat fight for control of the car.
âGive me the keys, Buck!â Eddie yelled.
âNo! This is for your own good!â
âGuys-â
âBuck, I was promised a spa day!â
âI promised nothing!â
âGuys-â
Somehow in the chaos, Buck managed to open his sweatpants and drop the keys inside. Eddie stopped, pulled back just enough to turn to Tommy. âYou get 'em,â he instructed.
âExcuse me?â
âIt's nothing you haven't touched before!â
âI am not grabbing at my boyfriend's dick to get the keys, Eddie.â Tommy opened the passenger door and stepped out, leaning down to face the other two. âLet's just get this over with and we'll be home tomorrow.â He slammed the door and headed for the trunk to get their things.
Buck smirked over at Eddie. âAre you ready to transcend?â
âSleep with one eye open, Buck,â Eddie warned, scooting over to the door to get out. âOne eye open!â
*****
After dropping off their things to a tent that they'd be sharing with nearly 40 other people (something Buck apparently didn't know judging by the look on his face), they headed to the meditation tent.
âI heard this is a great way to lower your blood pressure, increase pain tolerance, and reduce anxiety,â Buck whispered as they entered the space.
âAll true,â a woman with the softest voice they'd ever heard greeted them at the entrance. Her nametag read Shawna. âWe do like to warn that transcendental meditation can, while very rarely, cause anxiety symptoms, physical pain, dizziness, depersonalization, and derealization. All temporary, of course.â
The three men shared looks, then slowly backed out of the room, with Buck explaining. âI think we'll, um, look around and uh, try this later.â
*****
Next they headed to the 'cleansing center' which turned out to be a mud pit that everyone was entering sans clothes.
âThis does not look sanitary, Evan,â Tommy said, grimacing at the thought of where all that mud would end up.
Eddie shook his head. âI am not bathing nude in mud with either of you.â
âIt didn't... They didn't mention this online,â Buck admitted.
âMaybe you should start with some refreshments.â
Tommy jumped when he realized Shawna was right beside him. âOh God! You are quiet.â
She smiled gently. âA lot of our newest members are often thrown off by some of our methods here. But we have a tent over there with delicious food and drinks. You could start there.â
*****
Leaving Shawna behind, they walked to the refreshments tent. There were two tables with food spread out over them, along with cups of lukewarm water.
âMung bean salad,â Eddie read off an index card beside a plate of food. âYou brought me out to the desert for mung bean salad, Buck?â
âThat can't be all they have.â He pointed to something in front of Tommy. âWhat's that?â
âGarlic vegan-parmesan white beans,â Tommy read. âIt's like eighty-five degrees out here and they've got garlic parmesan beans?â
They moved down the line until Buck stopped at something else. âOkay, this! How about fifteen... bean... casserole. Why is everything bean?â
âBecause beans are a great source of protien.â
âJesus!â Tommy jumped again, Shawna beside him. âSeriously, do you glide or something?â
âYou know what,â she said, placing her hands on her hips, âI think I have the perfect place for you three. Come along, follow me.â
Reluctantly, the group followed her to yet another tent, this one empty. She gestured for them to sit on these little towels that were lying on the ground in a circle, and once she closed the tent doors she joined them.
âI'm sensing tension between you three,â she began. âWhen we sense tension in a group, we like to take you here to the reflection tent and have conversation.â
âThere's no tension,â Eddie insisted tensely.
Buck scoffed. âYeah. Okay.â
âSee,â Shawna motioned between them. âThere's the tension.â
âI'm actually pretty fine,â Tommy said. âCan I go?â
Shawna shook her head. âIf one part of the throuple has an issue, then you all have an issue.â
Eddie snorted at that one. âWe are not a throuple.â
âOh.â The softness of Shawna's voice broke for a second. She cleared her throat to recover, âYou're not?â
Buck shook his head, pointing around the room as he explained. âI'm dating him, he and him are good friends, and he and I are best friends. At least, we're supposed to be.â
Eddie rolled his eyes. âOh, come on, Buck.â
âAlright.â Shawna stretched her arms out to stop them. âLet's take a breath and readjust our inner monologue.â
âI actually have a question,â Tommy said, raising his hand.
Shawna nodded. âPlease, lead the way.â
âYeah, alright. Are you actually a certified therapist or...?â
Shawna smiled, although a bit coldly. âI believe life gives me all the certification I need.â
âSo that's a no then.â
âTommy,â Buck warned through gritted teeth. âEddie needs our help, so that's what we're going to do.â
âI do not need your help, Buck! I don't even know what you're talking about. Everything's been fine.â
âHa! It has not been fine, Eddie. I mean, look at you!â he exclaimed, waving his hand up and down in Eddie's direction.
Shawna and Tommy both looked over at Eddie, seemingly confused.
âBuck,â Shawna instructed, âwhy don't you tell us exactly what you mean?â
âThe mustache,â he clarified. âIt's a cry for help if I ever saw one.â
Tommy ran his hands through his hair. âYou brought us here because of a mustache?â
Eddie glared. âYou cannot be serious.â
âI am very serious. First Christopher left, then Gerrard came, you- you started working out more and more, and finally the mustache appeared. That's when I knew something had to be done.â
âWho is Christopher?â Shawna asked.
âHe's Eddie's son,â Tommy explained, âthat Evan helps take care of a lot, and I was starting to get to know.â
âAnd he left?â
âBecause he,â Buck took over, âstarted a relationship with a lookalike of Christopher's dead mother.â
Eddie shook his head. âIt was not a relationship.â
âIt was a something-ship.â
Tommy was beginning to take pity on Shawna. Poor woman looked in way over her head.
âAnd Gerrard?â she asked.
âGerrard was my old captain at the fire station I used to work at,â Tommy said. âHe got transferred for being an asshole, but now he's back and he's currently their captain.â
âBut not your captain?â
âNo, because I transferred.â
Shawna paused. âBut that's where you met your boyfriend and your friend?â
âOh, no, I met them years after I transferred when I agreed to fly them through a hurricane to find their captain-at-the-time, who also used to be my captain, after their cruise ship got caught up in the storm.â
Shawna stared off into the distance. âI'm not sure life certified me for this,â she murmured.
âLet's get back to my mustache,â Eddie demanded. âThere's nothing wrong with it.â
âCry. For. Help,â Buck replied pointedly.
âHis mustache doesn't even look bad,â Tommy defended, turning to Eddie. âIt doesn't look bad.â
âThank you, Tommy. See, Buck, Tommy likes my mustache!â
âTommy also likes fanny packs. He's not the best for advice on fashion.â
âHey!â Tommy folded his arms over his chest. âFanny packs are convenient and they've made a comeback.â
âFanny packs are just fine,â Eddie agreed. He held up his hand for a high-five, which Tommy returned.
âSo now you're both ganging up on me?â
âNo one's ganging up on you, Evan. We're just confused as to why we're here. Especially me though, because I'm good with both you and Eddie.â
âI thought we were good too!â Eddie exclaimed.
âWe are good,â Buck reassured, âbut you're not good. I- I don't know, Eddie. You're home all the time, you don't do much except work out and brush your mustache-â
âBrush your mustache?â Tommy questioned.
â-and I wanted to do something that got you out with your friends for a little bit. Something different. Maybe you find yourself in the process.â
Eddie took a breath, relaxing a bit at Buck's reasoning. âBuck, I appreciate you trying to help me, and I admit that I haven't exactly been social lately, but do you really think coming here is what's best for me?â
Buck glanced around the tent. Dirt under their feet, sweat dripping off their clothes, hunger pains already starting from the lack of edible food. âProbably not. Besides, the uh, the research I did online didn't mention like any of this stuff. I'm pretty sure we're at a cult right now.â
âIt's a way of life,â Shawna interjected on deaf ears.
âPizza and beer at my place?â Tommy suggested. âWe'll have a movie marathon and, you know, air conditioning.â
They all began to stand.
âI'll get our stuff,â Eddie offered.
Buck nodded. âI'll start the car.â
âThanks for all your help, Shawna,â Tommy said, sending finger guns her way. âYou really... You did something.â
Shawna simply waved at them as they left, not even trying to get them to stay.
She needed to head to the meditation tent, stat.
#bucktommy#911#tommy kinard#evan buckley#eddie diaz#idk what this is im sorry#prayers going up#prompts
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I wanna be more part 2 || eddie munson
part one: https://www.tumblr.com/maxxxineminxxx/730923192165826560/i-wanna-be-more-eddie-munson?source=share
warnings: angst, jealousy, cussing, underage drinking, kissing.
summary : y/n attends the party she was unsure about going to, only to find out that Eddies there as well with his "girl?'' Eddie is still ignoring y/n and she is determined to find out why.
A/n; I decided on making a part two I hope its okay. I tried to finish this part and upload it as fast as i could so if there is any errors let me know!
You haven't spoken to Eddie all week, and every attempt to catch his eye seems to fail. The guys from Hellfire, while friendly, are just as clueless about Eddie's behaviour as you are. You've missed being with them, but with the way Eddie's been acting, you doubt he'd even want you around at this point. You can't shake the feeling that he's got Roxanne as a stand-in for you. The two of them seem awfully close.
Yesterday was the first day of the week that you had biology, Eddie was in the same class as you and sat right next to you so you thought you would finally be able to maybe get him to even acknowledge your presence. But he didnât in fact he didnât even sit next to you he moved his seat and sat next to Roxanne instead. The two of them giggling the entire lesson.
The cheerleaders have been persistent in trying to convince you to go to the party tonight, but all you really want to do is wallow in self-pity. On Saturday nights, you and Eddie would have your cherished movie nights. This tradition had been going strong since you were twelve, and you hadn't missed one. But tonight, you couldn't help but feel that it would mark the first Saturday where this tradition would be broken. Eventually, though, you decide that it might be good to take your mind off the situation and distract yourself for a couple of hours by going to this party.
As you approach Olivia's house, its exterior gives off elegance and warmth. The well-maintained structure stands as a testament to a comfortable and inviting abode. Olivia's mother graciously welcomes you inside. Following the lively symphony of girlish laughter, you navigate through the house. The source of the cheerful laughter and singing leads you to a room where a flurry of activity unfolds. The air is scented with cosmetics, a delightful blend of powders and perfumes.
 Within this lively environment, a group of girls are engaged in the transformative ritual of hair and makeup, each one a portrait of focused determination. Some of them in pairs, offering assistance and sharing opinions on outfits. The room is vibrant with colour, style, and a shared sense of excitement as they prepare for the party soon.
"y/n, get over here so I can get started on your makeup," Chrissy said to you, patting the spot next to her on the bed. You complied and settled in, letting her work her magic.
Meanwhile, Layla declared herself the outfit maker and designer, convinced that jeans were a no-go for a party. You observed as Carol and Olivia playfully teased each other and spritzed their hair.
 "y/n, you're up next for hair," Olivia informed you, stealing glances at her own reflection.
ây/n is there anyone you like?â Chrissy asked as she finished up your blush. âYeah, but I donât really think he likes me back like that, he kind of only sees me as a friend.â You admitted to her, she looked at you with pitiful eyes. âWell, his loss yeah?â you hummed in agreement and carol placed her hands on your shoulders and then spoke. âHold your breath unless you want to pass out from inhaling too many hairspray fumes, Iâve learnt from experience.â
 This was going to be a long night. Slightly uncomfortable too, outfit wise.
Arriving at Jason's house, a wave of discomfort washed over you. The dress you wore hugged your form, its hemline leaving you feeling more exposed than you were used to. Layers of makeup adorned your face, a foreign sensation that you tried to ignore. Taking a deep breath, you pushed those sensations aside, determined to make the most of the evening. A break from the Eddie situation was much needed.
Compliments from fellow partygoers began to flow, and you couldn't deny the boost to your confidence. It made the uncomfort worth it. Though you couldn't ignore the lingering gazes from the basketball team. In the kitchen, an entire table was dedicated to a bunch of alcoholic drinks. You poured some into a cup, leaning against the counter as you took a sip. It was a moment of peace before you had to socialize. Although it didn't last very long before the girls were running up to you. The girls all come rushing up to you, whispering in hushed tones among themselves.
"Oh my god, you're never going to believe who even dared to attend tonight," Layla announces to the group, imitating a gag. "Eddie Munson and Roxanne are here together," she adds.
 You scan the room, and there they are.
The sting of hurt cuts deep, a familiar ache settling in your chest. It's a harsh truth you've come to accept - Eddie's reluctance to attend parties with you is a wound that never seems to fully heal. No matter how much you plead, his answer is always the same: a resolute no. You've always turned down invitations like this because Eddie didn't enjoy them, and you didn't want to go without him.
You wonder if he would have done the same for you. And now, he's here, amidst it all, with her. She likely didn't need to utter a plea, a thought that only adds to the pain. You watch as she leans into his side, and he holds her close. Your gaze remains fixed on them until your eyes meet Eddie's. He looks at you, then turns to Roxanne, whispering something in her ear. They both giggle.
The alcohol begins to work its gentle magic, enveloping you in a comforting warmth. Leaning into Jason, who's positioned himself protectively between you and Carol, you find solace in his presence. It's surprising, yet oddly comforting. He places a protective arm around your waist.
âyou, okay?â he asked with genuine concern you nod and give him a smile. âJust tired.â
Jason had promised to be your protector, ready to confront any guy who overstepped boundaries and made you uneasy. His genuine concern touched you deeply, especially when you confide your uncertainty about the party during your lunch conversation. As the party swirls around you, the noise and bright lights closing in, you start to feel slightly overwhelmed.
You stumble towards the front porch, craving the cool embrace of fresh air and a moment of peace. The alcohol has taken its toll, pushing you on the edge of emotions. Your heart aches for a chance to talk to Eddie, to find out the reason for his distance.
Lost in your thoughts, you settle onto the porch, consumed by all your questions and concerns. It takes a moment before you even register the presence beside you. Glancing over, your breath catches in your throat. There's Eddie, his expression etched with deep contemplation. It appears he, too, is lost in his own world, unaware of your arrival. The weight of your unspoken connection hangs heavy in the air between you.
But when he finally noticed you, he stood up, already ready to head back inside and ignore you once again. But you grab his arm before he can enter the house once more. Your voice trembles with frustration and hurt as you confront Eddie. His attempts to avoid your gaze only fuel your determination.
âWhy are you ignoring me, Eddie? I think I deserve a damn explanation," you press your grip on his arm firm. His response feels like a dismissive blow.
"I don't know what you mean," he mutters, a fake innocence in his tone that grates against your raw emotions. It's as if he's trying to gaslight you, making it seem like you've imagined this distance.
"You don't know what I mean? How about how you ignored me all weekend, and then still didn't speak to me at school, no matter how many times I tried to reach out to you?" Your words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of your broken connection. The ache of longing for an explanation pulse through you, demanding acknowledgment.
Eddie's fingers dance nervously over his rings, a visible sign of his stress. He lets out a shaky exhale, struggling to find the right words. "I Dunno," he mumbles, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Your frustration grows, demanding an answer. "What do you mean you don't know? You just woke up and decided you were going to ignore me for no reason, huh?" The hurt and confusion well up within you, desperate for an explanation. You feel your eyes swell up with tears, and you blink them away, worried about messing up your makeup. Eddieâs confession hangs heavy in the air, each word dripping with sincerity and vulnerability.
"I love you, y/n, so much it scares me," he admits, his emotions laid bare.
"I've been working up the courage for years to ask you out or say something, but I figured you would never see me that way, and then I'd ruin our entire friendship. So I needed to get over you. And I couldn't do that by seeing you all the time, I only came to this stupid party to make sure you were okay,â he admits ââi even asked Roxanne to help me i don't know, maybe make you jealous, see if you even cared.ââ
The sight of you with Jason seems to further drive home the point for Eddie, a bitter confirmation of what he feared. "But you look pretty cozy over there with Jason, so it looks like you couldn't care less," he concludes, his tone laced with hurt. Your heart aches, the weight of his words settling in. This is a mess of misunderstanding.
His words leave you momentarily speechless. He wants more than just friendship, and the weight of that realization settles in, both thrilling and terrifying. As he turns to leave, you find your voice, a mixture of surprise and longing colouring your words.
"Eddie, wait." But you've answered too late; he's already walking towards his car to leave. You run after him, yelling out his name, and he finally looks back at you.
The weight of the moment hangs heavy in the air as you try to muster the words. "Eddie waitâ But your attempt at an explanation is abruptly cut off.
His voice trembles with pain, a raw vulnerability in his eyes. "Y/n, save it okay? I don't want to hear it," he interjects, his tone laced with sadness. His words struck you like a blow, and in that vulnerable moment, you couldn't hold back any longer. "I love you too," you confessed, the truth tumbling from your lips as he moved towards his car. You couldn't bear to watch him leave, to be ignored again. You had to tell him now.
As he turned to look at you, his face registered shock and disbelief, a thousand emotions dancing across his features. The weight of your unspoken feelings hung heavily between you, a bridge waiting to be crossed. He moved closer to you. So close that you could feel his breath fanning over your face. âSay that again,â he asked, tucking some of your hair behind your ear and locking eyes with you.
âI love you, Eddie.â He cupped your face with both his hands, and you felt his lips crash into yours creating an electrifying connection that sent shivers down your spine. It was a passionate moment filled with desire and longing. Our bodies pressed against each other as if trying to merge into one. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the intensity of the kiss. The kiss was hungry and passionate. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. He broke away from the kiss and looked at you with a smirk. âI haven't told you how beautiful you look tonight,â he said, his hands roaming your body. You blushed and hid your face in his neck. He held you close, pressing kisses to your cheeks.
ââPlease donât ignore me again Eddie, i wish you would have spoken to me " you said attempting to make the situation serious again so you could understand how he was feeling.
"I know, I know I should've just told you how I was feeling, but I just couldn't,â he admitted softly. You brushed his bangs out of his face and watched as he gathered his thoughts.
âi didn't know how to talk to you about it or even approach the situation, i thought that if i admitted it to you i would mess it up and become a stuttering mess, âm sorry.â he expressed to me, he buried his face into the crook of my neck for a moment before he pulled away and looked at me with a smirk.
 âSo what's this I'm hearing about you loving me huh?â
 âEddie, stop, I'm still mad at you,â you said, fighting the urge to smile.
âNonoo y/n you love meââ âY/N L/N LOVES EDDIE MUNSONââ he screamed on top of his lungs âEddie people are staringâ you laughed and tried to cover his mouth with the palm of your hand.
âLet them stare, I'm only telling the truth.ââ he leaned in to kiss you once more. âHow about I make it up to you with a milkshake?â âOnly if its chocolateâ
You and Eddie walked hand in hand to his van. It felt like a dream, the reality of your shared feelings sinking in with each step. The joy in your heart was palpable, unable to tear your gaze away from him, grateful that he felt the same way you did.
ây/n do you know what this meansâ he looked over at me and was suddenly extremely serious. âA cheerleader is in love with me.ââ
âYou are actually such a dorkâ you say as you grab his hand to hold whilst the two of you walk over to his van. âYeah, but Iâm a dork that you love.â
tags: (i hope this is everyone tumblr wasnt allowing me to tag some ppl so if i missed anyone im so sorry )
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#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x you#stranger things 4#stranger things#eddie x fem!reader#eddie munson angst#stranger things s4#stranger things au
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Clone Cuddle Headcanons
Wrecker is the biggest cuddle bug idk what to tell you. He does run hot however. The amount of times whoever heâs cuddling with wakes up sweating and a thousand degrees is unbelievable. Heâs real great to lay on top of though. Right on top. Get up there.
Crosshair is a surprising confusing individual and I keep looking at him in disbelief. Heâs not averse to touch but he does want to be the one to initiate it. Especially cuddling. He will sit by himself in silence and then randomly walk up and just plop on top of whoever heâs chosen. They then have to lay there and let him choose the position, the blanket situation, the temperature, etc. otherwise heâll leave. Cat rules.*
Tech isnât huge on cuddling either but is willing to not be the initiator if they also respect whatever activity he is doing. If heâs sitting working on a project he will allow one of them to lay their head in his lap or wrap around him as long as they arenât in the way. He may even play with their hair or rub their backs absentmindedly.
Echo goes through phases. He wants to be touched but not all the time and sometimes he really hates it and other times he really craves it. Itâs mainly important to either ask first or let him ask. He likes to sleep near another person and will choose someone to latch on to if heâs in a cuddling mood. Sometimes he literally canât get enough physical contact to feel comfortable and it drives him up a wall. (Can I please suggest that part of the reason Hunter touches his shoulder so often is bc of those moods where Echo legitimately canât get enough physical touch. I just think that would be a nice thought.) He feels best when he gets to hold someone else and he is especially partial to Wrecker who not only keeps him warm but also is pretty willing to switch the cuddling up at any point. Good man.
Hunter! Hunter here! Really enjoys a good cuddle! Loves his back scratched or his hair played with! He has passed out on top of the other batchers before and woken up two hours later not knowing where tf he is. He also appreciates a good weight on him so his preferred position if heâs holding somebody is on his back with the other person laying their head on his chest. He runs warm so heâs a good option for the cold nights.
Fives loves everyoneâs personal space. Especially Echoâs. He is a cuddle while sleeping type of guy. No need to feel weird about asking him for a cuddle heâs down for it. If anyone sits on the edge of his bed while heâs trying to sleep he rolls over and wraps his arms around their waist and hugs them. Had so much practice at comfort when he was a cadet that it is second nature for him. When he joined the 501st he got real protective of the shinies so they sought him out often when they needed support.
Rex does like a good cuddle but only with specific people. Doesnât really want to be touched by people he doesnât know well. Is honestly more accustomed to touch if itâs playful but again. Usually with people he knows well. Likes to lay his head in peopleâs laps or let them fall asleep on him. Is not too hot or too cold. Got used to the dominos crawling into his bunk while he was asleep and had to adapt to them being clingy on bad days. Got used to it and ended up missing when they werenât there. Cody calls him a softie. Says they ruined him forever. He gets so grumpy back.
Cody. This man. Idk why but I always headcanon him as a physical touch kind of guy. Doesnât like overly fond affection in public spaces but is real affectionate in private. Like Rex heâs more comfortable with the playful affection but thereâs always a spot in his bed if someone needs it. Heâs rarely sleeping through the night anyway. Might as well be the support system for those who need it. More accustom to holding hands honestly. Itâs quiet itâs easy he can still use his datapad while he holds someoneâs hand.
*I have a cute addition which is that the first time Crosshair plopped down and decided Echo was going to be his cuddle target Echo was in the middle of something and Crosshair just threw whatever Echo was working on aside and laid his head in Echoâs lap while this man just looked at the rest of the batch like âhelp?!? Heâs never done this before am I in danger? What do I do!?!â And everyone else was just like âyouâre fine just be normal about itâ and after a few minutes of silence he just plopped his hand on Crosshairâs head and thatâs how they both accidentally took a three hour nap and woke up disoriented with aching necks.
#space chatter#the bad batch#tbb echo#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#arc trooper echo#captain rex#commander cody#tbb wrecker#tbb hunter#arc trooper fives#the clone wars#I CANT BE STOPPED IM SO SORRY#the thing about me is that clones are gonna cuddle#itâs just how I am my man#BUT ARENT THEY SO CUTE. PLS. PLS I LOVE THEM.
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omggg ive really wanted to see a fluff fic where the BAU go ice skating as like a team building thing or whatever and Spencer keeps slipping and falling and holding on to the reader its so cute HISJHFSJKD
I'd pick you up and we'd go back in time | Spencer Reid x fem! Reader
just fluff!!
warnings: none
word count: 716 words
a/n: Heey! Just finished this one, it's my first ask (tysm btw!! <3). Hope you guys like it and hope i did justice to what you were imagining for the fic!!
It's the end of December and, surprisingly, you and the team are officially off duty until the next year. You guys decided to go out and have some fun, settling on the idea to go ice skating and then to dinner.
 Much to the dismay of Spencer, which besides being an academic genius, did not have any talent when it came to sports. If it wasn't for the scientific evidence, he would pretty much argue that he was born without the ability to balance himself, so any activity that demanded that skill was his worst nightmare.
"C'mon, spence, I can convince the team to go to your favorite restaurant after!" You said to Spencer over the phone, after he said that he was not going.Â
"I don't know⊠you know I hate sports, I'll probably just fall and annoy you guys"Â
"I'll teach you, and you know you won't annoy us. Also, we really miss you." You say, in reality wanting to say "I miss you" but scared that Spencer might pick up on your hidden feelings.Â
He reluctantly agreed to go, but he was super nervous about it, scared that he would embarrass himself in front of his friends, or more importantly, in front of you.Â
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It now was the day you and the team had agreed on going ice skating, you put on your cute winter clothes and head out to the rink.
" Hey everyone, missed you guys so much!!" You say, getting close to the group that was standing at the entrance and greeting them allÂ
"Hi honey, you look stunning" Garcia says pulling you to a hug
"Thank you pen" You say, smiling to her. "Hey spence, i did not actually believe you we're going to come here!"Â
"Yeah, me either. But I decided to do some exposure therapy, actually did you guys know that it was idealized by Ivan Pavlov in the late 1800s as part of is conditioning experiments?" - Spencer says, doing his usual rambling that you found extremely adorable.Â
"Alright pretty boy, enough lectures, let's get in the rink" Derek says, making the team laugh.Â
Upon entering the place, you happily notice that besides you and the team, it was pretty much empty, giving you guys a chance to have fun without worrying about others. You guys all get your skates, and put them on. As soon as you guys step on the ice, you felt a hand holding your arm, you look over and see spencer that looked as if his life was in danger.Â
"It's fine spence, try standing up right and walking a bit, I'll be here to hold you so you don't fall down"Â
"Alright then, if I die, please make sure my books don't get mold" He says, trying to take a few steps, surprisingly he did not immediately fall down, which gave him a bit of confidence to try and actually skate, also wanting to look tough for you. "I think you don't need to hold me anymore, y/n"Â
"You sure Spence? Alright then" You let go of his arm and take a few steps back, still keeping a close eye on him.Â
Spencer was able to skate for a bit, but somehow he managed to stumble on his own feet, luckily since you were still close he tried to hold onto your arm, not so luckily, since you did not expect that, you both feel onto the ice. The whole team looked over to you guys, as you stood up and helped spencer to also get up.Â
You both we're blushing as the team laughed at you guys
 "hey Reid, at least you fell onto a pretty girl, could be worse" Morgan said, tapping spencer's shoulder and laughing.Â
That made you guys blush even harder.Â
"Hey spence, you ok? " You say, feeling a bit guilty for making him do thisÂ
"It's fine y/n, falling is part of the fun I guess" He said, not sure he meant it but happy that he got to spend time with you outside the office.Â
You spent the next hour teaching Spencer, and honestly you could not be happier, he looked adorable. It was one of the best evenings you had in a long time, and it just made your silly workplace crush worse. You also paid for his favorite desert at the restaurant to thank him for giving it a chance.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x bestfriend!reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fic#spencer reid x y/n
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I'll Crawl Home To Her
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader
Summary: Simon is away on a mission and you are on his mind. Having to extend his stay, he is going to miss Valentine's day, but coming across a recent trend on TikTok, he may have a way to say just how much you mean to him.
***So, this came from the TikTok trend I came across of military guys posting pics of their girlfriends/wives/fiancees/etc. to the song Work Song by Hozier and I wanted Simon to do it too for you. So here it is! Just a little something extra***
***Pictures are made by me***
Simon canât sleep, again.Â
Itâs been a while that his team has been in the field on their current mission and though he knows he should focus on the task at hand, there is so much on his mind tonight. Even though he is tired, he cannot seem to get himself to drift off. There is something missing, or more like someone, that he wishes to be beside right now and that is you.
He feels guilty about still being gone as he should be in by now, just in time for Valentine's day, but that isnât happening anymore. Things on this latest mission are taking longer than expected and instead of packing up to come home to you, he had to have that hard phone call to tell you that he wasnât going anywhere anytime soon. In that call he heard it there in your voice: that twinge of sadness that you always try to mask through hopeful and kind words, holding back the crackle in your voice as you choke back the tears in hopes that he won't hear it, but he does. He always does.
As much as he loves his job he is ready to be back with you again and hearing that does not make it any easier.Â
The dark surrounds him as Simon lays in his cot, trying to numb his mind with his phone propped up in his hand, hopeful that with enough distraction sleep will eventually take him. He knows there is no better way to keep his mind from wandering back to those things he cannot change than by idly watching short content videos and he knows just where to go for that. He clicks on the TikTok app and begins to watch.Â
Scrolling through the drivel and waste, past people spewing their nonsense, a video comes across his feed that instantly brings you right back to the forefront of his thoughts. The first slide is a picture of a young man in his fatigues and tactical gear smiling at the camera. He is clearly in the field on active duty and there is text across him that repeats the lyrics of the song playing. His picture is followed by a slide with what Simon assumes is his wife with the next bit of lyrics over her. It looks like a new trend amongst military personnel on the app, a tribute to the ones they are going to come home to in the future: children, pets, significant others, family.Â
The song tugs at his heartstrings from the moment it begins; it's one he hasn't heard before, but the lyrics make his heart ache and his arms feel so incredibly empty without the weight of your body filling them as the singer speaks about how even in death they would find their way home to the one they love.
And fuck if that isn't something he thinks about a lot.Â
It is a burden of this type of job, leaving all part of his heart behind back home every time he has to go out. He knows this lifestyle isnât easy on either of you, that even though youâve been together for a couple years now, having him constantly be pulled across the world and away from you still has a certain bite to it. Yet with all that stacked against your relationship, not once have you ever been anything other than supportive. Standing beside him through it all, constantly choosing to give him your heart no matter how hard this gets, loving him through the all the shit that gets thrown his way; if there is anyone his soul would seek out even in death, it would be you.Â
He clicks on the sound at the bottom of the screen with a lump welling in his throat and starts to watch more videos of the same. One video turns into two and then three and now his heart is aching something fierce, like a physical burning in the center of his hardened chest that he tries to rub away with his hand, but he knows it's not going to go until he's near you again.
This longing is worse than it has ever been before. He misses your touch, all that soft, warm skin under his hardened hands; he misses your laugh, that sweet sound that can make the sunshine come out even on a rainy day; he yearns for your mouth, those full lips that he can lose himself in. It's almost too much to bear being away from you at that moment.
Simon was never one for big displays of sentimentality. No one ever seemed worth breaking down those walls that he had built up to allow himself to be vulnerable in such a public way like that. It never seemed worth the sacrifice. And for a long time, no matter who he met, that was trueâŠuntil you.
You broke the mold when you came into his life. Now his heart can't help but burst at the seams whenever you pop into his head. He could be a thousand miles away from you, stuck in some hot, miserable shithole in the middle of nowhere, like he is right now, and yet the moment he thinks of you it doesn't seem quite so bad.Â
Because he knows there is a piece of heaven waiting for him, something wonderful that is all his that the struggle of his other life will not touch, not if he has anything to do with it.
Simon may have to miss being there on the day when people show their loved ones how much they care, but that doesnât mean he can do nothing. As the videos continue to play, he gets an idea, one that will hopefully show you just how much he really does care.Â
As much as you go on the app, he is sure you have seen a video or two like this come across your scrolling. You have probably sat there and watched just as he did, thinking about him being so far away, missing him something terrible. Maybe you would like to see him make a video like that for you. Either way, this is something he wants to do, needs to do.
Simon has no pictures of just himself on his phone, none without you in them, and so thatâs his first order if he wants to do this right. He tries to do the easy thing the next day and take a selfie, but he canât get one that looks good enough for him to keep. The more he takes, the worse he thinks they look and that means he is going to have to get help whether he wants to or not, otherwise he is going to back out of doing this and heâs not going to let that happen.Â
This is for you after all, he needs it to be perfect. You deserve that.
He decides his best bet is wrangling Soap into doing this for him; at least he is the most comfortable asking the sergeant. âJohnny, I need ya to do somethinâ for me,â Simon says as the team stands around awaiting transport into the designated location. âDonât ask any fuckinâ questions, but I need ya to take a picture a me real quick.â
âWanna do a beauty shoot here, L.T.? Seems a bit of a strange location,â Johnny jokes as Simon pulls out his phone from his pocket and shoves it into the sergeantâs open hand. Johnny watches him for a moment, taking a guess at what this is all really about. âOr is it for yer lass back home? Gonna send her somethinâ nice?â
Shaking his head, Simon laughs sarcastically. âJust take the damn picture, yeah? Anâ make it look good. I want it ta look natural.â
This isnât something the masked officer has much experience in and so posing is out; he instead goes for something where it looks like he is caught unaware that heâs being photographed. Heâs looking off in the distance, his hand wrapped around his gun so they donât just hang awkwardly at his side. Johnny quickly snaps the pic and hands the phone back to Simon to check.Â
âThatâll do,â he says under his breath, satisfied enough with how it looks.
That night as he lays down for bed, he quickly pieces the video together: first his photo and then he needs one of you. He opens his camera roll and it is absurd how many different ones he has saved. There are so many to choose from that he has a hard time picking the perfect one, but settles on something recent.Â
Itâs one of you in the bathroom of your apartment, all cozy in the striped jumper he got you for your birthday. Your hair is pulled down out of the bun you keep it in for work, a bit messy from just getting in after you got off. Never has he seen someone more beautiful in such a simple state; you always could look like a dream without even trying. And even through your exhaustion you still give the camera and him the biggest, brightest smile.Â
Yeah, it has to be this one. This is the beauty he does all this for.
Luckily it is a rather simple video to put together, he doesnât have too much trouble getting it to look exactly like the others. He has to watch and rewatch it several times just to be sure he is happy with the product before he hits upload to his followers only. Being that you are the only person that follows him, that is exactly what he wants; he may have to be a bit secretive for work, but that doesnât mean he canât try and give you some normalcy.
To him you deserve the world and fuck if he isnât going to try and give it to you.
He presses the button, the uploading dial in the upper hand corner spinning until it reaches 100%, and waits to see if you get it, hoping that it has the effect he wants in saying all he needs to for you to know how special you are to him.
Across the country, your phone buzzes with a random notification as you lay in bed. It's from Simon's account on TikTok saying he's made a new post. You canât help how strange you think it is⊠He never posts anything on his account because he really only made one for you to send him stupid videos to watch whenever he needs to unwind and so it takes you by surprise to see that he has posted something. Opening the app curiously you go straight to check out what it is.
You are not prepared for the emotion that hits you the moment the video starts to play. Itâs one of those military posts you have come across a couple of times while scrolling late at night, the ones that you have to quickly scroll past or risk crying at how sweet they are and how much they make you miss Simon. Now the heartfelt Hozier song is blasting through the speakers and it is for you. Â
The sentiment behind the lyrics of the song mixed with the picture of him on his latest mission is almost too much. And of course he has picked the picture of you looking all natural, itâs like he canât get enough of you when you donât even try at all. You know better than anyone how Simon despises having his picture taken if it isnât with you, so this a huge sign of just how deeply he cares. Instantly there is a stinging around the rims of your eyes as your vision shimmers. You let the video replay several times as the stray tears are let loose and stream heavily down your face.
Simon did this all for you.
Quickly you pull up your texting app and send him a message, hoping heâs still up to at least answer. You have to rub your eyes with the back of your hand to see the screen, but you type out your message as best you can.
I want you to know I'm crying right now because of you. Is that what you wanted? Make me something that has me crying?
A few minutes pass before your phone buzzes with a text from him, just as you finish wiping away more of the tears collecting on your cheeks.Â
Guess you saw the video, yeah? I hope I did it right, sweetheart. Cause I fucking mean it.
You chuckle, swallowing down the lump of feelings that have lodged themselves in your throat, struggling not to start sobbing at how his sweet affection. Of all the things that could be said about Simon Riley, one that could never was that he didn't try his hardest when it came to loving you.
The emotion makes your hands quiver, but you text him back.
It is perfect, Simon. I love it. Really, you did so good.
Simon smiles to himself, glad that your deep connection allows him to share things like this with you. There is no one else that can see him like this, that he can allow his guard down around, and it feels nice to be this tender for the first time in his life. He truly feels as if he can be vulnerable, let himself love with his whole heart, and it is all because of you.
Maybe I'm going soft, but I wanted you to know that I am missing you like mad and that I hate Iâm not there with you right now. Fuck, it's getting hard. Can't wait till you're back in my arms again, darling.
You close your eyes and press your lips to the screen as if he can feel your kiss through the screen.
Love you.
Not even a minute passes and the phone vibrates.
Love you too, my beautiful girl. I promise I'll be home soon.
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