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ohheyitsokay · 4 years ago

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to date a single father (2/2)

Pairing: Francisco Morales (Catfish, Frankie) x (f) reader

Wordcount: 3.2k

Warnings: low to medium amounts of petting? teenage level make out sesh. A stomachache worth of fluff. A little angst??

Summary: part 2! Please read part 1 before this for context :) Frankie has a little girl in kindergarten and you’re the prettiest schoolteacher he’s ever seen. Being a single dad makes navigating a relationship hard, that’s all. It’s just as daunting for you, but somehow, you’re pretty sure he’s worth it?

“Frankie, I don’t know if I can do this!” your walking slowed, and you clung to his hand. Anxiety was bubbling in your chest the closer you got to the home in front of you.

He stopped, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around you. It was a warm fall evening, and the two of you had been together a few weeks now.

It was time for you to meet his boys – the daunting equivalent to meeting his family. The little one had already run around the house, chasing the sounds of other kids and the smells of meat and smoke.

His hands ran soothingly over you, and he smiled into your hair.

“Baby, you got this, they’re gonna love you,” he said, with absolute confidence.

You pulled back, shaking yourself and taking a deep breath. “They’re your family Frankie,” you said.

“We don’t have to, if you’re not up for it,” you couldn’t help but meet his safe brown eyes. “But I promise they will love you.”

The boiling inside you settled to a simmer. You both could feel it, already, even though it had only been a few weeks.

They will love you because I love you.

“Okay,” you said, taking his hand again. “Okay, I can do this this.” For you, I can do this.

The breeze was warm and encouraging as it pushed you into the backyard. It was Will’s house, set up for a perfect barbecue and you braced yourself.

“Catfish!” one of the men called, and you smiled, despite the sudden attention.

He ran over to you, introducing himself as Santiago, and saying it was long overdue.

“Nice to meet you,” you said as the other men made their way over. “They actually call you Catfish,” you added to one at your side, half asking half not. Frankie nodded happily and shrugged his broad shoulders, but his eyes were telling you not to ask.

“Yeah we do!” one of the newcomers said excitedly. “Benny,” he said, shaking your hand, before pointing and naming most of the people around the yard. “I’m Fish's coolest friend, for the record,” he added as he was done.

This brought indignant yells from the other guys and you laughed, eyes meeting Frankie’s. He was laughing too, and he tugged you closer to his side.

Santi’s eyes caught the movement and he smiled, despite passionately asserting that he was the coolest. It meant the world to see his best friend hold you like that, after all this time.

You were already feeling much more at ease, enough to slide away from Frankie to join the other partners as the boys energetically caught bit. You scooped his little one into your arms as she clung to her snack, using her as your buffer. The evening was going to be long, and you were happy to observe your sweet pilot from afar for a bit.

Frankie was different around these guys, you were excited to get to know this side of him. There were no parts of himself he had to hide around them – and you were thankful to find that didn’t make you even a little bit jealous. Your excitement overrode your anxiety, and you began to settle into your own skin. You floated around, picking up and putting down his daughter as she ran in between the two of you and playing. It was amazing, learning about the boys, their lives, and more importantly, who they were to Frankie and vice versa. You felt his eyes on you throughout the evening, following you as you talked and listened and ate. You made sure to check in with him, but his friends welcomed you with open arms. They were talking so freely, more often than not you found yourself caught up in conversations for much longer than you anticipated.

As the group finished eating and began to settle into lawn chairs, talking at a slower pace, his little one tucked her head into your neck. You could feel her little puffs of breath even out as the excitement of the evening finally caught up to her. You’d rarely held kids this much, so you were more than grateful to sit down, unused to the extra effort of a tiny person clinging to you.

Frankie settled by your side, pulling his chair as close as he could to his two favorite girls.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, his voice sliding under the thrum of conversation. “Are you doing okay?”

His hand warmed your shoulder, thumb rubbing gently.

“In regards to what?” You asked, crinkling your eyes so he could see your smile over his child’s curls.

He shrugged, gently moving to stroke her hair.

“You left me,” he said, almost like a question. You understood. Neither of you had planned on it – and it meant he wasn’t able to watch over you.

“I’m good, Frankie,” you said, knowing it was true. “These people… they love you. It’s not as scary as I thought it would be. I feel like I’m getting to know you all over again.”

There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quiet identify.

“In a good way, Catfish,” you said, and he grinned.

“I don’t know how I feel about you calling me that,” he said, just as Santiago plopped down next to him.

“Your fault, bud,” he said, “you brought her here – she’s part of the family now. No take backs.” He was being childish but his eyes were honest when they met yours. Frankie could feel it too.

They loved you, too.

“She drew a picture of you in class today.”

“What?”

You stared at your friend, knowing full well what she had said. She leafed through her stack of papers, pulling out the little crayon drawing to show you. For such a little thing, that girl was remarkable, drawing a big castle with what you could only assume were 6 helicopters and a depiction of the three of you. You all were by the moat - fishing? – and there were little yellow blobs above each of your heads.

“She told me her dad always tells her these stories,” your friend said, the air in the room growing more and more intimate by the moment.

“Wait,” you interrupted. For whatever reason, your heart was racing. You were near panicking. You held up your hand, unable to verbalize what you were afraid of.

Her eyes softened.

“I wont tell you if you don’t want me to. But honey,” she touched you gently, using that soothing teacher-voice on you. “You are doing such wonderful things. I know you weren’t prepared for all of this, but …” her eyes were firm but kind as she searched for the words that wouldn’t scare you away.

“This is one of those things that’s working because it is right. You are where you are meant to be.”

You were overwhelmed as the culmination of the last few months was manifested in front of you. You felt confronted, and had no idea what to do.

“They’ll be back from lunch in just a moment,” she offered you a way out before adding one last thing:

“When you’re ready – and you will be - ask them about it.” And you nodded.

It took you almost two full weeks to gather the courage, but you did it.

“Your teacher told me your dad likes to tell you stories,” you said over your spaghetti, trying to sound casual. Frankie paused mid-bite, eyes questioning. After all these months, of course he knew you well enough to practically read your mind.

The little girl across from you nodded before trying to push on entire meatball into her mouth. You and Frankie both scrambled but she managed it alright, much to your confusion and relief.

“Could you tell me too, please?” you tried again once all three of you were able to breath properly.

Her innocent face pondered for a moment, and then she hopped off her stool and ran into her room. You looked at her father helplessly. You weren’t good at this.

Thankfully, she made it easy on you, returning with a stack of drawings she’d done. She was apparently prepared to give you the full class.

Her adorable little voice explained that a long, long time ago, there was a prince who was not lonely, thank you very much. Because he had her, and that was all he needed. And he also had Bean, their pet unicorn. You were laughing, feeling considerably less nervous as she proudly showed you her drawings.

Frankie’s hand found yours and you held onto it, knowing he was sharing this with you in his own way.

The scars on his hand grounded you as she continued.

With plenty of adorable side trails, the story progressed, as princesses would occasionally try for the prince’s hand and he would always say no. And then she told you about how one princess came to be his best friend instead, and how she was the prettiest princess in all the land. It occurred to you that Frankie’s best friend was Santi? But then she added that the princess was so smart she probably remembered there was an “l" in the word “castle”. You weren’t sure what parts of the stories were Frankie’s, and what she had added, but still your heart was pounding as she got to the part where the prince fell in love with her.

The little one kept talking, her eyelids beginning to droop and her words becoming less and less comprehensible. Frankie let go of your hand before her head fully sunk onto the table, her little hand slowly releasing the precious papers. You watched with surprising affection as he gently coaxed her into his arms to take her to bed.

As they went through her routine, you meditated on her stories, on the weight they held.

You met Frankie as he came back into the dining area. His arms wrapped around you in an all-encompassing hug. There was relief in his shoulders as he murmured into your hair.

“I was worried you would leave,” he confessed. You knew what he meant. The indirect confession of how much he loved you loomed over you both, with the acknowledgement that you were becoming an important part of their lives. Of their family.

Like before, being close to him grounded you.

You didn’t answer – you didn’t have to. Although a small part of you wanted to run away, it wasn't the winning part.

“I love you,” He whispered to the crown of your head, and although maybe you knew already, hearing it was the final piece you need. With him – with them – you would stay.

You made sure the door was quiet. The warm light of his home spread mere inches before it was pushed to the ground by the heavy rain. As soon as it was closed, Frankie was scooping you up in his arms, apparently not minding your wet outer layer, planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead and nose.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered. He was walking backwards, guiding the two of you into his small living room.

“Hi, Frankie,” you said just as quietly, wiggling in his arms to take off your shoes and set your stuff down on the coffee table.

He sank onto the couch, hands tugging you insistently. “I missed you,” his voice rumbled.

You laughed, still half standing, trying to shake off your coat. “Frankie, I saw you this afternoon!”

He was irresistible, and you finally settled into his lap, straddling him.

It was true, but his point was clear. You had been together months and months now, and had learned you rarely got a decent amount of time for just the two of you. Now, your apartment building was being renovated, so while you could still stay in your room, regular knocks from handymen and construction noises made it impossible to spend any quality time there. Both of you thoroughly enjoyed spending time with his daughter, and you came over to eat dinner with them regularly, but the evenings often ended whenever she went to bed. His room was right next to hers, and he was prone to nervously overthinking – neither of you wanted to cause her any trauma.

But you two were well and truly in love. That’s why tonight you’d come over after she went to bed, instead, eager to have him to yourself for a little while. Francisco Morales had known for a long time that he was done for.

He couldn’t believe his luck. Of course he knew the moment that he laid eyes on you that you were beautiful, and smart and kind and special but… that someone with all that and more could love him back? That there was someone who would learn with him and about him and still adore him? This was all new. And Frankie was hungry for it, for you. He wanted to prove to you that he was worth it, show you he could give you everything you deserved, and selfishly take anything you would return.

With you on his lap as you were, all he wanted in that moment was to warm you up. He wanted to be home for you and there was nothing tonight that was stopping him.

He grabbed a blanket off the side of the couch, tossing it over you both before his hands slid inside to touch you again. The first kisses were slow and insistent, as if he was trying to make sure none of the chill remained. Your hands peeked out of the blanket to hold onto his jaw, and he relished the feeling of your fingers in his stubble.

He pulled you as close as he could, his hands not stopping their moments: broad palms leaving trails of warmth over your back, your side, your neck.

The gasp that left you when his mouth made it’s way down your neck would have been embarrassing if you hadn’t been so distracted.

Frankie heard it, and it sent white hot pride shooting through him. The way your legs righted around him and your fingers clung to him made his chest fill with triumph. He was the one you were grounding yourself to.

As his hand slid under your shirt, yours found their way down, just dipping into the waistband of his jean’s at his hips. He suppressed a groan from rumbling out of his chest when suddenly he heard a door open and tiny footsteps. Both of your eyes flew open and he didn’t even see your hands move you clamp over your mouth.

Almost comically, you began untangling yourself from him, holding your breath in. The little one entered the dark living room sleepily, shuffling to the chair farthest from you until her little hands found her stuffed animal. She clung to it, almost falling asleep standing up now that she had accomplished her task. You and Frankie were completely still, one of your hands over your mouth, the other over his. Still covered in the blanket you hovered to the side of him, one of your legs half over him.

You began to tremble, but to your immense relief she slowly turned away and almost tripped, mostly sleep walking on her way back to her bed.

Both of you were shaking with suppressed laughter, and Frankie kissed your palm. You settled back into his lap, the heated mood fully dissipated in the ridiculousness of the moment.

“What would you have said is she saw us?” you murmured, your breath warm on his neck.

He hummed, arms finding their places and holding you against him.

“The truth, I think,” his voice as quiet as yours, “that I had to rescue my princess from the rain.” He smiled as he felt you subconsciously bury your face a little deeper into him.

“Not that we’re sneaking make out sessions on the couch like teenagers?” the short hairs of his beard messed up your hair when he shook his head. He didn’t say anything for awhile, but you could almost hear him thinking.

“I wish…” Frankie felt almost nervous. “Would you, no wait... it’s just..,” you pulled back, wondering at his struggle.

He has almost never seen you so beautiful, gazing at him in the dim light. Your eyes were as trusting and vulnerable as they were that very first night. He knew then what he was struggling with now. You were his; you belonged in his arms, his home, his family.

Frankie shrugged and shook his head, and went back to kissing you.

His urgency subsided, burrowing back down. Soon, his heart whispered, but not yet.

Soon, he would talk to you about the future, outright. Soon he would explain to you how much he needed you in his life every morning and every night, and as much in between as you’d give him. Soon he would ask you to if you’d stay by his side as he raised his daughter, be her mother, and be his wife.

But for now, he was content to hold you and kiss you, and grow alongside you, separately working towards your futures. As far as Frankie was concerned, with you in his arms, you two were young, in love, and had all the time in the world.

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malfoymanortings · 4 years ago

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lavender and velvet //part nine

SUMMARY: she had her fathers eyes, his aristocratic looks, her grandmothers spite, her mothers heart, but the one thing she didn't have was the love of her father that her god brother received. juliet black finally meets her father who has already decided who his child is.

PAIRINGS: George Weasley X OC!SiriusDaughter

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thank you to everyone who has given feedback on this story so far! I’m so happy many of you are liking it so far. also, wanted to give a shout-out to @id-rather-be-an-outsider because their comment on the last update gave me an additional plot point. 💕

part one contains links to the previous chapters.

It was half past one in the morning on Christmas Eve when Juliet woke up to someone prodding her face. She blinked her eyes clearly, finally registering that Ginny was the one who had woken her.

“Ginny,” she sat up, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”

“Time to wake up,” Ginny grinned, her lips quirked up in a devious grin. “Or have you forgotten our tradition?”

Juliet blanched for a moment, before realization hit her. “Damn. I had forgotten. Is everyone else already there?”

Ginny nodded, motioning for her to get up. “Yes, now come on!”

Juliet lugged herself off the bed, bringing her favorite blanket with.

Every Christmas Eve, early in the morning after everyone else had already gone to bed, the twins, Ginny, Ron, and Juliet held a sesh. The one time the Weasleys had been at Hogwarts over Christmas, Neville and Lee Jordan had joined them. It was always a tradition.

“Well well, we almost thought the ladies weren’t going to show,” Fred greeted as they walked in. “Would have had more for us.”

Fred was sitting against his bed, a bong between his legs, George next to him, while Ron sat on the other side with his back against the wall. Ginny sat next to Ron, and Juliet sat next to George. Her bare leg brushed against his, and she couldn’t stop the chill that went through her as she did so.

“Almost thought the two of you weren’t going to show,” George grinned happily at the girls, his eyes slightly glazed. They must have already started smoking. “We had to start without you.”

“Please, you probably started sometime after Molly had gone to bed,” Juliet shook her head, spreading her blanket over her bare legs. “As usual.”

Fred blew her a kiss, winking in reply. He passed the bong to Ron, who took a rather deep hit, before coughing it out nearly immediately.

“So far Ronnie’s the little bitch tonight!” crowed Fred, clapping his hands together as he laughed.

“Have you cast a silencing spell yet?” Juliet nudged George, nodding towards Fred who may as well have been a warning siren at the level of his noise.

George shook his head no. “That probably would be a good idea, though.” He waved his wand, and the room glowed a bright blue for a moment.

Half an hour later, Fred had taken to laying on the floor, furiously scribbling on a parchment a list of ideas for the joke shop. Ron was lying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, which the twins had bewitched to display a twinkling night sky. Ginny lay next to him, pointing out different ones she saw. Juliet had rested against George’s bed frame, his hand in her lap as she played with his fingers.

George turned to Juliet, that same look on his face from Kings Cross. He blinked slowly, licking his lips. “Jules, can I shotgun you?”

Juliet felt her heart skip a beat, and promptly lodge itself in her throat. The logical part of her brain was screaming at her to say no, that it wouldn’t be good for her to do so with her newfound feelings for her closest friend, but that part of her brain was muddled and hazed from smoking. So she nodded.

“It’ll be easier if you sit on my lap.” George stumbled a bit over the last part, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Okay.” Juliet breathed, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Inside, she was screaming.

Juliet hesitated before kneeling in front of George, hesitantly sitting on his thighs. She wore nothing but her oversized tee shirt that hung to her mid thighs, leaving her bare skin to sit on his flannel pajama pants.

No one seemed to notice what they were doing, but she was hyper aware of George’s body under hers. She would never have done this sober.

George inhaled deeply as he took a hit from the bong before setting it back down, and then turned his face towards hers. He reached out his hands to cup her cheeks, his fingers tangling into her long hair. Leaning forwards, he pressed his lips to hers, their mouths parted, and he exhaled the smoke into her mouth.

Their lips lingered together for a moment longer than necessary, before Juliet pulled away to exhale herself. She coughed slightly, pressing a hand to her chest. George’s arms suddenly found their way to her waist, bringing her closer to him. She was now flush against his chest, pressed against where she could feel something hard against herself. Her eyes widened as she realized this, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Partly from her hazy mind, and partly because she wondered what George was doing.

His lips crashed onto hers once more, moving with an urgency she hadn’t felt before. His hands ghosted from her hips to her hair, tangling his long fingers in the strands as he pressed her firmly against him.

She found herself wrapping her arms around his back, everything slightly tilted and out of sorts as she did. She didn’t fully register what was going on, all she could focus on was that she was finally kissing George, the boy she wildly fancied.

As their lips moved against each other, his hands moved down her bare thighs, groping at her soft skin. His tongue felt foreign on her own, fuzzy and out of place through the hazy fog of her mind. She hadn’t ever kissed someone like this before.

Once again, George’s hands found their way to her hips, holding her tightly against himself. Without thinking, she ground her hips against his, a soft moan releasing from her lips involuntarily. He groaned into her mouth, bucking his hips harshly up into hers.

That seemed to sober the two of them up, as they realized what they were doing.

They quickly pulled away from each other, Juliet hastily sitting back on the floor next to him, staring at the carpet as her cheeks flamed. Fred was laughing, loudly, and she didn’t dare look to see what Ron or Ginny’s reaction might be. She felt utterly foolish, and dirty. Had she really just made out with her best friend in front of his family for Merlin’s sake?

“I was wondering when that would happen,” Fred chortled, looking back down at his parchment. “Absolutely splendid.”

“What happened?” asked Ginny, looking over at the two of them from where she lay on the floor.

“Nothing,” Juliet quickly cut Fred off, standing up on shaky legs. “I just, erm, feel rather tired. I’m going to head to bed.”

With that, she quickly (or as fast as her muddled mind would allow her to) left the room, shutting the door tightly behind her, and headed to her room. What she hadn't expected was to run into Sirius, who was just leaving Buckbeak's room.

“Jules?” Sirius cocked his head, walking towards her. “What are you..” he trailed off, suddenly sniffing the air around her. “No shit? You’re high?”

“Uh, no,” Juliet wracked her brain for an excuse, feeling as though she were sorting through foam. “I am perfectly level.”

Sirius gave her a doubtful look, crossing his arms. “Perfectly level?”

“As a side bar.” she nodded, keeping her eyes wide and honest.

Sirius blinked once, then twice. “Good Godrick, is that the best you can come up with? You’re my daughter for Merlin's sake. We’re going to have to come up with something better than that for next time.”

Juliet tilted her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. His words spun round and round her mind, but she couldn’t quite understand what he meant. He seemed to notice this, and an exasperated grin appeared on his face, shaking his head.

“I suppose I’m reaping what I sow,” he muttered quietly, almost to himself. “All those years Rems and I did this to James, of course my daughter does the same.”

“I am completely following you.” Juliet nodded solemnly, attempting to at least appear as though she were coherent and understood.

“Right, right, of course.”

He motioned for her to follow him, and she followed him downstairs, pausing at a door that seemed oddly illuminated by a candle burning resolutely in the hall. It had a faint and peeling silver R on the front of the worn wood. She didn’t think she had ever seen the inside of the room before.

“What’s in there?” she questioned, sticking her thumb out towards the door. “Is the R for room of requirement? Have you got one of those here? I think that’s really swell and helpful for the order, dad.”

Sirius looked taken aback, not only by her question and her mumbling, but at the fact that she had openly called him dad for the first time.

“Well, no, good guess though,” he paused, his hand limply lying on the railing of the stairs. “That’s my younger brother’s room. Regulus.”

Her eyes widened once more. “Oh wow, he’s been in there this whole time? He’s wicked quiet!”

Sirius took a deep breath, as though to ground himself. “Actually, he’s dead. He was killed by Voldemort.”

Juliet faltered. “Oh wow. Sorry.”

Sirius shrugged, continuing down the stairs. Juliet followed, taking great care to hold the railing tightly. She followed him into the kitchen, where he motioned for her to sit down.

She sat, watching as he went into the pantry. The door creaked loudly as he opened it, remerging with two bottles of butterbeer and an assortment of snacks. He dropped the bounty on the table, and Juliet snatched a chocolate frog, suddenly ravenous.

“My brother decided to follow the family views and joined Voldemort and his supporters,” Sirius explained as Juliet munched on the snacks. He took a sip of butterbeer. “Suppose he got in too deep, and ended up trying to leave when he realized what was asked of him. Problem is, you don’t just get to leave. You get the mark for life.”

Juliet nodded, swallowing a sip of Butterbeer and taking a package of crisps from the pile on the table.

“That’s why I worry about you being friends with the Malfoys,” he said rather honestly, spinning the bottle cap from his drink on the table. “They’re Death Eaters, Jules. You’re a Black. A pureblood. Voldemort would love to have you on his side, especially because you’re close to Harry and the Order.”

“Don’t think he knows I like Harry,” Juliet disagreed, swallowing hard on a crisp. “Draco still thinks I’m upset that you like him more than me. He thinks I hate scarhead -Harry-, I mean.”

“I don’t like him more than you, Jules,” Sirius shook his head, looking sharply at her. “I love the both of you equally.”

Juliet was quiet for a moment, the only sound heard was the crunching of her snack. “Did you love James?”

“Yeah, of course I did-”

“No, like, did you love him as a boyfriend?”

Sirius sputtered at the question, looking as though she had beat him over the head with a bat. “For Melins sake- no, I did not love him like that! He was my brother!”

“Oh.”

It was quiet after that. The two of them ate a few more of the snacks, sipping their Butterbeer. By the time the clock struck one thirty, Sirius was herding her upstairs to her room. He made sure she was safely tucked into bed before he left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Ginny was already in bed, her mouth agape as she snored loudly. The girl was normally a quiet sleeper, but each time after their Christmas Eve sesh she would take on the sound of a chainsaw. They always got well baked on these nights.

Juliet fell asleep nearly the moment her head hit the pillow, into a dreamless slumber.

It felt like she had just shut her eyes when she was being woken up by a loud crack near her head, causing her to jerk awake and fall onto the floor.

“Mphfm,” she groaned, slowly lifting herself off the ground.

“Sorry!” Ginny was apologizing, her cheeks red. “I knocked over my exploding snap from the twins and it went off.”

“S’okay,” Juliet sat on the bed, her head feeling a bit swollen. “Oh, our presents!”

“Thank you for mine, by the way,” Ginny beamed, motioning towards the beauty products that were lined up on the dresser. “You knew exactly what I wanted.”

Juliet waved off her thanks, gingerly sorting through her own pile. A handmade knit sweater, a dark emerald green with a silver J stitched on the front, from Molly. Remus had given her an assortment of books, ranging from different healing remedies, and jinxes/hexes with their counter curses. Sirius had given her a handheld mirror, with a note detailing that he had the other and they could use it to communicate when she was at Hogwarts. Ginny had given her a book with different beauty spells, and she flicked through it to see pictures detailing different makeup looks and hairstyles that could happen with the swish of your wand. Fred had given her a jar of peruvian darkness powder, something she knew he and George had been working on perfecting for some time now. George had given her a necklace, a dainty silver chain with a gleaming crescent moon charm dangling from it. On the back of the necklace, were the words ‘my moon and my stars’, written in a glittering lettering.

She held it in her palm for a moment, feeling it grow warm for a moment before cooling down once more. Odd, but she supposed George might have charmed it to do something special. That would be like him. She clasped the necklace around her neck, hanging below the hollow of her throat.

“We’ll be visiting dad today,” Ginny informed her, running a brush through her hair. “Expect we’ll be leaving soon. Mums had a rough morning, Percy sent back his sweater with no note, good for nothing knobhead..” she muttered a few other insults under her breath.

Juliet stood, digging through her trunk for something to wear. She decided on a dark grey turtleneck tucked into a dark green pleated skirt that fell to the top of her thighs, and grey thigh highs with a ruffled lace trim. Her hair was left down, in neat waves framing her face, courtesy of a spell from the beauty book Ginny had gifted her. The necklace from George glittered in the light.

Oh, Merlin. George.

The memories of last night came flooding back to her, and she nearly poked her eye with her mascara wand. She and George had absolutely made out and then she left the room.

Her heart began racing, and as she slid on her black boots, she prayed George didn’t remember. The sound of everyone conversing downstairs floated up the steps, and she made her way down fairly quickly. She at least wanted a cup of tea and a bite of toast before they headed to the hospital.

To her delight, Remus was there and accompanied them to the hospital to visit Arthur. She didn’t run into the twins until they gathered to leave, and as George averted her eyes, her heart sank. He definitely remembered the kiss if the way he refused to look at her was any indication.

When they arrived in the room and had greeted Arthur, Remus drifted off towards the werewolf, who had been looking rather wistfully at the crowd gathered around him. Juliet followed, taking the chance to escape the stifling presence of George who was still pointedly not looking at her.

“Happy Christmas,” Remus greeted, smiling kindly at the man. “I’m Remus Lupin.”

“I’ve heard of you,” the man grunted, eyeing him warily. “You were a Professor at Hogwarts, weren’t you? Until they found out you were a werewolf.”

Remus nodded, keeping a smile on his face. “That would be me. But between you and I, I think it was rather good luck I had been outed. The kids were a bit more wild than I had thought they would be, and my daughter seemed to take a liking to keeping me on my toes.”

Juliet smirked in agreement, he wasn’t wrong. The man turned his attention to her now, his eyes narrowing.

“Daughter?” the man questioned. Remus nodded. “Your wife stayed with you even though you’re a werewolf?”

Remus blanched for a moment. “Well, I don’t have a wife. Juliet is my adopted daughter.”

“They let you adopt a kid?”

“I was her godfather, and when her parents were no longer around, Albus Dumbledore vouched for me.” Remus explained, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh,” the man grunted, shifting in his bed. “S’pose you’ve had rotten luck with getting a job since the Daily Prophet article, huh?”

Remus shrugged. “It’s certainly been more difficult to find.”

The man nodded, looking deep in thought. “I got fired once they learned of my condition,” the word twisted from his mouth. “And I’m sure my wife is going to leave me next. She keeps wanting to visit but I don’t want her to end it while I’m laying in a hospital bed.”

“Has she given you any indication that she wants to end it?” Juliet spoke up, tilting her head to the side.

The man looked at her as though she had grown another head. “I’m a bloody werewolf, who in their right mind wants to stay with that?”

“There isn’t anything wrong with being a werewolf,” Juliet disagreed. “I mean yes, things will be harder, but if she really loves you it doesn’t matter. It’s a manageable condition, and it doesn’t make you any less of a person.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” the man scoffed, looking towards the window.

Juliet opened her mouth to retort, but Remus placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

“I understand,” Remus said quietly. “I was changed when I was five years old by Fenrir Greyback. I’ve had a lot of years to come to terms with my condition, and the one thing that you must remember is that it doesn’t define you. You cannot let it consume you and dictate every aspect of your life; you must learn to work with it instead of attempting to cut corners or ignore it entirely. Your life will never be as it was, but you can make your new normal.”

The man was silent for a moment, and Remus’s words seemed to sink it, as he then asked how he would go about trying to find another job. Remus conjured up a chair, settling in before telling him the different things that worked best for him.

“Can we talk?”

Juliet turned to see George looking down at her, his face unreadable for the first time to her. She nodded mutely, following him out to the hall. He checked rooms, finding one that was empty and pulling her in with him.

It was a regular hospital room, with an empty bed and various potions lined up on the wall. It was one of the private ones, meaning there was just one bed and an accompanying bathroom.

“I wanted to say that I was sorry about last night,” George said slowly, his words clear. “I wasn’t thinking clearly, obviously. I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries.”

“Oh,” Juliet responded, feeling as though she had been winded. Her chest stabbed painfully. He said he wasn’t thinking clearly. “Right. ‘Course.”

“So yeah,” George rubbed his neck, teetering on his feet. “So we can forget that it happened, yeah? Go back to being normal?”

“Yeah, of course,” Juliet responded, but her voice was too high and didn’t sound at all like herself. “No problem. I think I’m just going to go back to the room, now, before anyone starts to wonder where we went.”

“Right, of course,” he responded awkwardly, moving towards the door. “So, no one has to know, Fred already promised he wouldn’t say anything.”

Her chest burned with shame. He didn’t want anyone to know that they had kissed. She felt mortified at the thought, he probably wouldn’t want anyone to know he had kissed a slytherin who was two years below him. How embarrassing! And she supposed he was worried about Alicia Spinnet, surely she wouldn’t be too happy to hear about that. And George certainly wouldn’t want to mess that up, she was perfect for him. Pretty and a Gryffindor, sans daddy issues.

“Right, wouldn’t want Alicia to get upset,” the words came from her mouth before she could stop them. “Wouldn’t want you to lose your dream girl over a stupid mistake.”

“What do you-”

Before George could finish his sentence, she darted from the room, blinking back tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. His rejection had hurt, and she hated that anything had ever happened. No matter how much she had kept thinking of his lips on hers, she would forget it all happily if it meant she hadn’t gotten a taste just for it to be ripped away. How could she just be friends with her best friend who had broken her heart without even knowing it?

By the time she had gotten back to the room, everyone was getting ready to leave. She quickly made her way to Remus’ side, keeping her head down. George had reappeared a few minutes after her, and no matter how many times he tried to get her attention, she pointedly ignored him as he had done to her that morning. It would do her no good to fill her mind with empty fantasies of what would never be.

They went back to Grimmauld Place, where Molly blasted Christmas carols in the living room, and everyone gathered to celebrate the last hours of the holiday. Juliet, Ginny, and Hermione danced along with Remus and Sirius, who kept giving each other the most peculiar of gazes. It was funny for Juliet to see how surprised everyone else was at Remus’ carefree attitude, as they had known him as their teacher. They didn’t know of the days he would dance with her to muggle music in the kitchen.

By the end of the night, everyone was rightly tired out from the excitement of the day. Juliet had made a quick race to her room, having successfully avoided George the entire night. No one aside from Fred had seemed to notice something was off between the two.

As she clambered up the stairs to her room, she very nearly ran into Kreacher, who was skulking around the portrait of Walaburga Black. He was muttering to himself, and gave her a dirty look as she apologized for running him over.

“Masters daughter apologizes to Kreacher after not watching where she was going, reckless like her father, not like Master Regulus...”

“Regulus?” Juliet questioned, recalling the name from the previous night Sirius had found her high. It was his younger brother, her uncle.

Kreacher nodded eagerly, his large eyes widening. “Master Regulus was so kind to Kreacher, he was the best son of Mistress, most loyal, and Master Sirius acts like he was a dirty no good swine...”

When Kreacher spoke of Regulus, his face took on an unexpectedly soft look of yearning and admiration. When he spoke of the way Sirius viewed his brother, hatred seeped back in and twisted his features.

Juliet paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts carefully before she spoke. She knew that Kreacher seemed to idiolize Regulus, which could explain some of the dislike he harbored towards Sirius. If she were to jump into claiming the things Sirius told her about his brother, that would make Kreacher upset and she would likely never hear more from him on the subject. A large part of her suddenly wanted so desperately to know of her Slytherin uncle. Maybe he had been the same as her, thought of as a typical Slytherin with no one if any bothering to look beyond his house.

“Regulus was my uncle, right, Kreacher?” she questioned, watching his head bob as he nodded. “Can you tell me about him?”

Kreacher eyed her cautiously, his mouth forming a tight line. “Why does Mistress Juliet want to know about Master Regulus?”

“Well,” she paused. “He was a Slytherin like me. He probably would have understood things a lot better than my dad.”

Kreacher nodded vigorously, eager to talk badly about Sirius. “Master Regulus was much better than Master, yes, he would have understood more, so smart he was, not a nasty Gryffindor like Master, proud of his bloodline and good to the very end, especially to Kreacher.”

Juliet bit her lip, waiting a beat before she asked. “I would have loved to know him. Can you tell me... how did he die?”

Kreacher opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Hermione came up the steps, bumping into Juliet.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Hermione exclaimed, placing a hand on Juliets arm. “Oh, happy Christmas Kreacher!”

Kreacher scowled immediately, muttering under his breath, “mudblood addresses Kreacher like he cares about her, speaking to the house elf of the most noble ancient House of Black, dirty girl...”

Hermione gave a pained smile, brushing past the two to her bedroom. Juliet cursed her timing, now Kreacher was wandering off down the hall.

“Kreacher,” she called, making the house elf pause in his steps. “Can you tell me about him tomorrow?”

Kreacher gave a jerky nod, and continued off down the hallway. Juliet sighed, and headed off to her room. At least tomorrow, she would find out more on her uncle.

As she got ready for bed, she slid the moon charm along the length of the silver chain, pondering her feelings for George. What she had hoped would be a passing crush had turned into a full blown issue for her. What was she going to do?

The charm once again heated up in her grasp, before cooling back down. She narrowed her eyes, and set the charm on her bedside table. She hadn’t asked George about it. She didn’t get the chance.

Tossing her blanket over her body and burrowing into the bed, she shut her eyes. Ginny’s soft breathing lulled her to sleep, her conflicting feelings of George tightening in her chest.

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buttercup ⇢ pt one

⇢ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

⇢ genre: smut + slight angst

⇢ au: college!au, fwb!au, stoner!yoongi, assholeish!yoongi, fuckboyish!yoongi fwb to lovers trope

⇢ word count: 6k+

⇢ warnings: smut, honestly mostly porn, unprotected sex, recreational use of drugs & alcohol, dirty talk, praise, degradation, ridiculously excessive use of pet names, fingering, dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex, slight dumbification (whoops), hair pulling, creampie??, oral (f receiving), pussy slaping, reader has a thing for Yoongi’s hands because who doesn’t, reader and yoongi are both sarcastic and oblivious, this part is basically pwp.

⇢ synopsis: Min Yoongi wears leather jackets, fucks you like he hates you, spends most of his days on the wrong side of a blunt, and calls you the sweetest names when no one else is around. And you definitely aren’t falling in love with him.

⇢ author’s note: so yes, buttercup is being cut up into two parts thanks to a lot of my life getting uprooted this week!!! ill spare you the details but everything is really chaotic rn so im sorry this isnt exactly what i promised :( thank u for all the insane amont of love ive gotten so far. this is a pretty um... filthy piece of writing skfjsd and it’s definitely not perfect and id love to get better with everything i put out on here but i hope u guys enoy ily xx

If there was a magic lantern hidden somewhere on the campus of this university, you’d find it and your first wish would be to make it so that no one found out about this whole illicit affair you’ve been having with Min Yoongi. The secrecy was fun, sexy like you guys had a whole Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing going on. Or something. Your second wish would be to make his dick vibrate.

But then he just had to go and go down on you in a bathroom during a party at the Beta Tau Rho house, not even a month into the fall semester, knowing you wouldn’t be able to be quiet or subtle at all. And he was so smug about it too, the fucker.

You can still feel the embarrassment buzzing under the surface of your cheeks from when you walked out that bathroom door and a dozen frat boys and mutual friends of yours and Yoongi’s were out there, waiting for the two of you to emerge and giving you a round of applause when you did. Yoongi had just laughed and rolled his eyes before leading you to the kitchen to get the pair of you some drinks. He’s always been particularly good at brushing that shit off of his shoulder. You aren’t, but you’re pretty good at pretending.

Maybe you should have ended it all that night. Of course, you didn’t. You figured, hey, you’re young and in school so fuck making good decisions. Of course, the fact that no other guy has ever been able to dick you down nearly as well as Min Yoongi can is probably a huge contributing factor.

Sure he might be grumpy, and sarcastic, and he tries way too hard to look cool and nonchalant, but he’s also the first guy to ever make you squirt. And you’re pretty sure that the way he waxes poetic about your pussy would make even Shakespeare swoon. So maybe the pros outweigh the cons, but only just.

“I can’t believe you’ve been getting Yoongi dick for almost three full months and haven’t divulged every single detail and vein to me, you cold, uncaring bitch-” Jimin’s voice is far too loud for the student-run coffee shop the two of you regulared every Sunday; a tradition that Jimin always insisted upon. He loves his traditions almost as much as he loves destroying any personal boundaries between the two of you.

“Keep going Park, see if I ever buy your coffee again.”

“Don’t change the subject,” You can’t say you’re surprised that Jimin is reacting like this. Self-proclaimed ‘disaster bisexual,’ Jimin was one of the very first friends you made back when you were a shy, barely functioning freshman.

He actually introduced you to all his frat brothers, and a large number of the people you now call your friends. Including Yoongi, whose dick seems to be a reoccurring topic between you and… most people you know. Even if they weren’t at that dumb party, Jungkook made sure that every living being that stepped onto campus was aware of the newly found out fuckbuddies.

“We don’t keep anything from each other, Y/N,” He’s whining over his coffee now, full lips perched in that pretty pout that he regularly uses to his advantage. “I even told you about that time I puked on Namjoon’s dick in our second year!”

“Mmm, and I wish you hadn’t told me, Minnie-” The visual still haunts you, but Jimin has never had any predilections when it came to oversharing, especially not with people who have the misfortune of being his best friends. “‘Sides, I didn’t figure it was important, the whole Yoongi thing-”

“His dick, you mean.”

“Because it’s not like we’re getting married,” You carefully ignore him, a useful habit you’ve picked up three years into being his friend. “Just sex, remember?”

“So fucking what? You told me how you sucked Jeon’s cock in a movie theatre less than twelve hours after it happened-” You take a large gulp of your own iced coffee to busy yourself when the shameful memory is brought up. Not shameful because of the promiscuity of the act, no you’re an adult, thank you very much, but rather because of the boy you performed them on. Jeon Jungkook is now more of an annoying younger brother to you than anything. Not to mention he’s got a giant mouth that couldn’t keep a secret even if it killed him.

“Jesus you could’ve picked any other example-” You groan out as Jimin smirked, receiving the exact reaction from you he wanted. You think you’d have learned by now. “I’m sorry, okay? You big baby.”

“Hey, you’re on thin ice,” He points an accusatory finger at you and you have to fight the urge to smack it out of your face. “Now you have to make it up to me.”

You sigh- Jimin can really be exhausting when you’re only half a medium coffee in. “And how do you expect me to do that, Park.”

“Dick details, fucking obviously,” He says it like you’re a moron for even asking. And maybe you are. “Well details in general, I guess. You know, the basics; length, girth, does he make you call him daddy, is he good- I mean he must be un-fucking-real if you’ve been bouncing on it for three goddamn months, you whore.”

“I’m not giving you measurements, Jimin, I’ve yet to take a tape measure to it- and stop assuming everyone has a daddy kink just ‘cause you do.”

“Okay, vanilla bitch. You’re lucky I already know he’s got a monster cock from that time he streaked at that post-mid-term party next year.”

“Then why’d you even ask?”

“To see if you’d tell me the truth. It was a test and you failed.”

“I may be a college student but you’re gonna have to threaten me with a little more than a failing grade to spook me,” You roll your eyes playfully- there’s no real threat in his words, there never is.

“You’re right, I’m sure you’d much rather be punished by Yoongi, huh?”

..............................................................................

Watching Yoongi roll a joint, his long, slender and experienced fingers moving quickly and deftly, has always had this near hypnotizing-like effect on you. His apartment smells like weed, the scent never surprising and would almost be overwhelming if you weren’t so used to it by now. The sight alone is almost enough to make you wet. But you’re stronger than that- except for when you’re not.

Sexy hands aside, but unfortunately not on you, you’re thankful for his cannabis-related expertise because a) you can’t roll one yourself to save your life and b) despite normally reserving your consumption habits for parties, you feel like you deserve a fat one after the week you’ve had. What with, you know, the stress of having every student on campus knowing about yours and Yoongi’s torrid affair, thanks to fucking Jeon Jungkook. Brat. Plus incessant goading from both Jimin and your roommate, Irene- equally angry as Jimin about your worst kept secret- has only made you sink further into your insecure and paranoid thoughts.

The weed would help, you’d told yourself when your phone pinged with that much anticipated what’re u up 2? late night text from the raven-haired devil himself. Yep, it was the weed, the comforting blanket of getting high. And had nothing to do with the boy that was offering them. Not even his fat cock or magnetic pull he seemed to have on you.

“Alright, dove,” He says from his spot on his worn-out single-dorm couch- the names don’t tend to surprise you the way they used to. You kinda figured that the affection-starved Yoongi had just you know… gotten comfortable with the girl he had been fucking for the last couple of months. No big deal. Sure they made your heart swell and your panties dampen, but then it could be looked at as a positive.

He looks up at you from his spot on the couch, where he’s uncomfortably hunched over the table as he works and notices how you’re looking rather spaced out- not entirely rare for you. He’s used to the hundred-mile stare you tend to adopt when deep in thought, though it’s considerably less common for a sober you.

“Dove?” Nothing. “Y/N?” It’s the use of your actual name from his lips that finally grabs your attention. You finally turn your head to look at him, the glaze of deep thought finally leaving your eyes. An eyebrow quirks to let him know you’ve heard him, but his gaze remains piercing and unwavering on yours. “You need to stop worrying so much, dove.”

“That’s what the weed is for, Yoongs.”

“The weed? You’re just here so I can smoke you out then, huh? No ulterior motives, hm?” His tone is as dry and sarcastic as ever, qualities he had quickly become known for around campus. He shurgs “Fine. Just here to sesh. C’mere then.”

You scoot closer to his side of the couch, not even thinking twice before listening to him. His tongue is tantalizing as he licks the rolling paper, even if he doesn’t mean it to be. He’s almost always tantalizing to you.

“Don’t be grumpy. You invited me over,” Your words are softer than you meant, but your proximity to him makes you feel stilted. He was right, you really needed a smoke, more on edge than ever.

“Well, technically,” He starts, unlit, perfectly rolled joint now perched between his lips. He grabs at your legs before continued so that you were resting sideways on the black couch, legs strewn over legs, thighs touching thighs. “I invited the best pussy on campus over.” You crinkle your nose at his bluntness.

“Yoongi-” You scold indignantly and pinch at a well-toned bicep. “Don’t be an asshole, you asshole.” He grins despite the insult like he’d expected it. Or he’s revelling in it.

“You know I’m just fucking around, angel,” His arm tucks around your waist comfortably, pulling you even closer. “Tryna chill you out. I can tell when you’re all strung out. I know how you,” He pokes you in the middle of the forehead, still grinning, as you pout from being called strung out. “Tick.”

He really does, doesn't he? The thought is mildly terrifying, and you think that Yoongi might be too smart or his own good sometimes. When he’s not smoking himself into another dimension, that is.

He leans back into his seat, uncurling from around you to finally light up. A few sparks later and the room is fogging up with overly pungent smoke- the cheap smell makes you think that he probably bought it off of Hobi, too lazy to go any further off-campus than his own block of apartments to one of the nice but relatively affordable dispensaries. You crinkle your nose at the scent, grateful he’s too distracted to notice since he’d probably just tease you for liking the fancy shit more. At least you trust Hobi, and he lives only two buildings down from Yoongi. Truly an age of convenience.

A few passes, tokes, whatevers later, and you’re feeling substantially... floaty. You’ve completely relaxed, choosing to lie down rather than put the effort into sitting up, though your legs are still thrown across your equally high counterpart’s. What’s left of the roach is left to burn in one of many strategically placed ashtrays around the apartment, this one being on the living room table.

Yoongi has barely moved in the past while, head resting lazily on the back of the couch, black hair messy and his neck- which is somehow handsome to you- stretched out, and hands resting against your bare knees. You’ve barely paid him any mind, the silence nothing but comforting and easy.

Which is why you can’t help but jolt just a little in surprise when those hands, the hypnotizing ones you’re so obsessed with suddenly start creeping up your legs, halfway up your thighs, carefully kneading the supple flesh he finds there. He chuckles at your reaction, finally picking his up his head to watch you through heavy-lidded eyes. “Bet you’re extra sensitive right now, huh petal?” He doesn’t have to bet because he knows it’s true, knows how needy you get when you’ve smoked. And he loves it- it’s why he never makes you pay for any of the times he smokes you out.

“Fuck off,” You whine at his light-hearted teasing, but Yoongi just giggles- he fucking giggles- in response, hands still travelling the expanse of your thighs.

“Be nice,” His words are still jovial, but there’s a gruffness behind them that sends a shiver down your spine, despite the relative stuffiness of his living room.

“I am nice, you’re just a dick,” You pout- childish, but you can’t quite come up with anything more clever at the moment. The jab may be weaker than your usual quips, but Yoongi seems to have decided it’s enough to warrant a punishment of sorts, as he sends a quick slap onto your thigh. It’s certainly not the harshest hit you’ve received from him, it’s more playful than anything, but it’s enough to make you whine, not even noticing when your own hands jump down to grab at him and your now sore flesh.

His eyes take on a new sort of darkness, beyond the dilated pupils from the high he’s in the middle of as he grabs at your wrists, any assault you had planned halting in its tracks. His large hands that you’ve drooled over- figuratively and literally- many a time are big enough that he only needs one of them to hold both of yours steady. He uses his grip on you to yank you back up to a sitting position, where your noses almost touch and you can feel his breath fan across your lips.

“I told you, I know how you tick,” He lets his tongue swipe out to wet his lips, the act distracts you and makes you mimic it with your own tongue and lips. The smirk he gives you is all at once wicked and panty dampening. “Which means I know you like it when I’m mean. I know you like when I treat you like this, like my little slut,” The word makes you draw in a breath as your face reddens in humiliation and tension. “And- and I know you’re probably soaking through your panties right now, all over my couch. Making a fucking mess.”

It infuriates you to no end how right he is as your breaths come out shaky and uneven as you feel your pussy flutter around nothing beneath your shorts and panties.

“Aren’t you?” His tone doesn’t leave room for playfulness anymore, and you’re nodding dumbly before you can give it a second thought. “Good girl.”

He doesn’t give you any time to bask in the praise before he’s leaning in to capture your lips in a searing and sloppy kiss. He’s domineering even in the way he kisses you, teeth biting and tongue sweeping into your own mouth as he revels in the small sounds that escape you. His hands leave your wrists, freeing them so you can grip onto raven locks with a newly freed hand as his own wrap around your waist.

Every sense is filled with him, and it is all at once comforting and exhilarating.

He tugs and roughly manhandles you so that you’re properly astride his denim-covered thighs, your lips never untangling in the process. When your lips finally do come apart, it’s with a lewd sound and a gasp from your mouth. He’s still smirking.

“Gonna fuck you so good petal,” Yoongi has always been so blunt and unforgiving, whether in bed or out and it had been one of the things that first attracted you to him, besides his obvious good looks.

Before the two of you had even gotten together, when you were friends who didn’t fuck on the regular, you had even mustered up the courage to touch yourself to the thought of him speaking to you like this- your own fingers circling your clit and delving into yourself without abandon. You had only been able to imagine up a fraction of his sexual prowess.

Like the time only a few weeks ago you admitted to him in a foggy haze, high than you think you’d ever been. how you’d brought yourself to climax with images and soundbites of him flitting through your head. He’d immediately made you put on a show for him- recreating those nights, but this time with him sitting feet away from you and ignoring your pleas for him to touch you.

Right now, however, the only things keeping you grounded in reality is the feeling of the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath you, though nowhere near where you truly ache to be touched, and one of his hands brutishly tangled in your hair, pulling harshly so he can have easy access to your neck. Plush lips start soft, kissing and licking at the skin there, before his teeth join in, biting and sucking like he loves the taste of you (because he does).

“Y-yoongi-” You’re trying to keep the whimpers at bay, like maybe if you stop yourself from seeming so turned on so fast it’ll get him to fuck you faster. “C’mon, just fuck me already.”

“So demanding for such a needy bitch,” He has you squirming on his lap and you don’t know why you thought you had any power over him left. “Have you forgotten your place? Can’t think of anything else but getting fucked, huh?”

You nod in agreement, but find out he must want a verbal response when you’re met with a sharp spank to your ass that has you squealing and bucking into his lap. “Yeah, yeah Yoongi ‘m sorry, just need it.”

“I know, baby, I know, you can’t even help it when you get all messy like this, I know,” You can’t decide whether his words are sweet or patronizing when he coos at you like that, but either way he’s got you another pair of panties.

“Need you to fix it, Yoongs,” All pride is out the window when he’s got you like this, and you love pleading with him to give you what you want almost as much as likes making you beg.

“I will,” He gives you one more harsh bite to the junction of your neck and your shoulder that you know will blossom into a bruise just in time for your 10 AM class tomorrow and you hiss at the mingling of pain and pleasure. “Now fucking get up,” He pats lightly at your thigh twice at the order.

You’re in no position to disobey, and you know from experience that not listening to him will end up with a sore ass and no release in sight. You stand up on shaky, doe-like legs and he grins at the sight of you. He stands up with you, his lean form and strong stance making him look taller than he really is. Then his long fingers are pulling at what little clothing you have, stripping you of both your tank top and your shorts and your bra isn’t far behind. Soon you’re clad only in your panties while he’s still fully clothed in black form-fitting jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Thankfully he leaves his cliche, but devastatingly sexy leather jacket at the door.

He doesn’t make any move to undress at all and you hope to god he will eventually- you love seeing his honey-coloured skin covered in a thin layer of sweat as he fucks you into oblivion. But for now, he stays fully clothed and he roughly pulls you by your upper arm until he can bend you over the arm of the couch, panty-covered ass high and perfectly on display for him.

“God, you’re fucking dripping,” He taunts, fingers running over your pussy through the thin cotton, making you whine into the rough cushion your face is resting on. “All this from almost nothing, huh? You’re such a fucking slut for me, shit.” He sounds genuinely amazed by you and when you uncomfortably crane your neck back to get a good look at him you let out a proper moan. He must have stripped his shirt off when you weren’t facing him, because his chest is bare for you to gaze at, or you would gaze at it if you weren’t distracted by the hand that isn’t on you, which is lazily working over his cock, rock hard and aching through his jeans.

He smirks when he notices what’s grabbed your attention, knowing you’re only moments away from quite literally drooling on his pillows. “Is this what you want? Hm?”

“Ye-yeah your cock, Yoongi, need your cock,” Your face burns red and blood burns hot as the crude words leave your mouth.

“And you’ll fucking get it, dove,” The cute name contrasts the second harsh spank he lands on your ass and you moan at the delicious sting.

You think that he must be about to tear your panties off and sink into you, but that would be too predictable and Yoongi loves to keep you on your toes. Instead, he disappears from your line of sight, a dull thump coming from the hardwood as he drops to his knees, feline gaze now level with your cunt.

“Yoongi-” You’re whining again, and you even have to hold yourself back from stomping your foot childishly because, god, you just need him to do something.

And then he finally does- he licks a thick stripe, right from your clit to your entrance, still over your panties, and you gasp in surprise. He does it again, twice, three, four times until your hips are bucking and you’re whining because you need more, you need him to actually touch you and not be a giant fucking tease for once in his life.

“Be fucking patient,” He hisses out, but at least he’s finally rolling your underwear down your legs to toss them somewhere across the room. “Or I swear to god, I’ll hold you down just like this so you can’t even squirm while I get myself off all over your messy cunt,” His hand is running up and down your bare pussy as he speaks, spreading the wetness around, to your clit and your thighs and your ass and then back again. “And then I’ll send you home without touching you or cleaning you up, so you’ll have to take the subway home covered in my come and fucking trembling. So be fucking good.” At the last word, he lands a mean slap against your gushing cunt and you let out an embarrassing squeak.

“Shit-fuck- Yoongi, please, just-” You stutter through your words, needing to get them out, though you don’t know why. “I’ll be good, okay? ‘M your good girl, I am, promise, I’ll be good.”

He doesn’t respond, at least not verbally. But you have to assume he’s happy with your desperate response when he finally delves into your pussy like a man starved, tongue licking into you, the muscle sending spasms up and down your legs. You have to muffle your moans by biting into a pillow, not needing another altercation with his neighbours, but you want nothing more than to yell his name as loud as you can until your voice goes hoarse when he shakes his head from side to side, tongue still buried inside of you and one of his hands now roughly circling your clit.

It’s too much, but it’s not nearly enough. It’s when he switches positions between his hand and mouth that you think you might explode; his mouth latches onto your clit, tongue circling and playing with it and two fingers fucking into you, preparing you for the impressive girth of his own cock.

Your teeth let go of the strong grip it has so you can warn him of your impending orgasm. “Yoongi- gonna come-” You manage to choke out between barely quieted moans.

You know that he wouldn’t be able to respond if he was still suckling on your clit, but you still whine and wiggle your hips as he pulls away, earning you yet another spank to your rear, where you can only assume a nice handprint is forming. “Yeah? Want you to come all over my face, like a good messy whore- gotta come for me before I can fuck you like you need.”

When his mouth finds your swollen clit again, you can’t help it as your orgasm barrels through you almost violently, every muscle tensing and fingers grasping at whatever they can find, neighbour’s delicate sensibilities forgotten as you moan out Yoongi’s name. He licks you through it, fingers no longer pistoning into you. When the last of the tremors have faded he finally pulls away, using his clean hand to wipe your mess off of his chin, though it hardly cleans him.

“Good fucking girl,” The roughness with which he was grinding his still covered bulge into your now sopping wet center would be impossible to ignore even if your head weren’t a million miles away. But for now, everything is Yoongi, every single scent is filled with him and you think that that might be making your head even fuzzier than the drugs coursing through your system, but you’re too far gone to be sure. Or to even care.

Because all you can think about is his mouth-watering hands kneading at the slightly pinkened skin of your ass, his mouth-watering cock rutting against you and his mouth-watering, well, mouth pressing wet kisses and occasional bites up and down your spine. “Yoongi,” You meant to speak with at least a little more conviction, but his name comes out as little more than a mumble.

“Hm,” He hums against your skin and even those slight vibrations reverberate straight to your heart, which starts beating faster at the thought of what’s to come. “What, is my babygirl still needy?”

The use of the word my in front of the affectionate name makes your heart jump, but you don’t even have time to scold yourself for thinking with your post-orgasmic pussy before he continues talking with that sinful mouth of him. “Such a greedy, desperate girl, won’t be happy ‘til you’re stuffed full of my fat cock,” His words have you whining and grinding back against him, where you don’t have to look to know you’re leaving a stain on his favourite jeans. If you’re unlucky- or lucky depending on your mood- he’ll make you clean it up with your tongue as further delicious torture.

But smoking makes Yoongi needy too, no matter how much he teases you for the effect it has on you, and he can’t wait much longer, not with his cock so hard he was a razor blades’ edge from losing his mind. He needs to be inside you as much as you need him.

Which is why you don’t doubt him for a second when he’s murmuring things about how he’s ‘gonna fuck you so good, gonna fuck you stupid,’ and you can only respond with even quieter whispers of ‘I knows’ and ‘pleases’ as he strips himself oh the rest of his clothes, hissing from oversensitivity as his cock makes contact with the air. It’s wonderfully overwhelming and he’s not even fucking you yet.

You can’t even explain how grateful you are when Yoongi turns you around because you love just seeing his cock. You’ve never been one to describe guys’ dicks as pretty before- except that TA you managed to fuck before Jimin sunk his claws into him, Kim Seokjin, because, well, you’re not blind. But Yoongi’s dick is gorgeous. It’s not the biggest thing you’ve ever seen, and it doesn’t have to be, not when it’s girthy enough to make you salivate with a curve that points to the heavens. Gorgeous.

He’s pulling you on top of him so he can sit back down and you’re back to straddling him, and you don’t complain because you know he’s tired both from the pot and crouching on his haunches for access to your center not two minutes ago. Plus he loves when you ride him, breasts bouncing in his face, wetness making a mess out of his lap and full access of your entire body for both his hands and lips.

“Need you to bounce on my fat cock before I fucking explode, baby,” And you’d have to be some sort of a madwoman to deny him.

“Need it too, Yoongs,” You don’t know why you feel the need to remind how desperate you are for him, surely he can feel it, your swollen pussy resting only centimetres above his throbbing length. “Can’t think of anything else.”

“I know,” He’s rubbing the angry red tip against your sopping folds, tinges of overstimulation making you jolt. Or you would jolt if his hands weren’t heavy on your waist, keeping you steady so you couldn’t a) get away from his cock or b) properly sink down onto it. “So pathetic and perfect for me like this, all cock drunk and fucked out and I haven’t even fucked you yet, huh?”

You nod frantically, and you can’t even find the energy to be embarrassed when a hand comes up to pet your hair with a condescending ‘awe’ as he pouts at you. You bat his hand away with a whine and furrowed eyebrows, but all that gets you is his hand tangled in your hair, yanking sharply in retaliation. “Careful, slut, or you won’t be coming for the next week-”

“Please, Yoongi-” You don’t let him finish, knowing from experience to always take his threats seriously. “I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry, okay just please-”

You cut yourself off with a high pitched, tea kettle-like squeak as he uses his hands on you as leverage to have you sink down onto his cock in one fell swoop. “Shit, god, you’re always so fucking tight around me, fuck me.”

I am, is what you wish you were coherent enough to snark back with, but you’re sure no one would blame you if they could feel what you feel right now. And what you’re feeling right now is how well Yoongi feels inside of you, like no cock you’ve ever had. Every ridge and vein on his cock fills you up to the fucking brim, no room left for a pinky or a thought that has to do with anything other than Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi.

And then he starts with those devilish moments of his hip, fucking into you shallowly and slowly to start and it’s all Yoongi’s dick.

“Fucking bounce on it, dove. Fuck yourself on my cock, show me how much you need it,” He speaks through gritted teeth, each word a struggle as he tries not to fuck into you without thought. And it’s with the satisfaction you get knowing he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him that you find the strength to do as he says.

With quivering thighs, you push up and off of his cock, the two of you sharing a harmonious groan at the feeling, foreheads pressed against each other, skin sweaty. And this all just in the calm before the storm.

It’s not long before the both of you are moving frantically, mere seconds, really. It’s intense and all-encompassing, as you grind and roll your hips, cock deeper than you knew to be possible, and his bucking his own hips into you roughly, no doubt as deeply in some sort of euphoria as you are. His hands are everywhere and so are his lips. He sucks marks into your tits and gropes your ass, controlling your movements to the best of his abilities.

All of that, plus your clit grinding against his pelvic bone every other second and your head just might be in another universe.

Yoongi’s words are swirling around in your head, though you’re not properly taking any of it in- his velvety voice goes on about how wet you are, how tight you are, how you’re a good girl and it’s all another instrument in your downfall. You’ve never been much for heights but being with Yoongi feels like something akin to what you assume bungee jumping is like, and you’re just about at that point where your cord runs out of length and your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach.

“Tell me you’re fucking close, baby, c’mon,” This is as close to pleading as you can ever get Yoongi but you’re still swimming in pride. He brings a hand off of your ass to cup your cheek, brushing away your now mussed hair and a single stray tear and you drink in the look in his eyes, dark red-rimmed and needing. “Gonna fill you up with my come, just like I know you like, my perfect little cumslut, fuck, just need you to come first, yeah? All over my fucking cock.”

And with a particularly hard grasp at your ass, bringing you to grind your clit against him again, you’re gone. It’s considerably less intense than the previous one, as many second orgasms are, but your head is still spinning and you think you might have drooled a little, but you don’t mind and you know Yoongi doesn’t. Your attempts to stifle your moans are unsuccessful as the name of the man attached to your favourite cock falls from your lips like a mantra.

And where your orgasm is, Yoongi is rarely far behind- he loves seeing you fall apart around him, because of him and you always clench so fucking hard around him in the peak of your pleasure how could he fucking not. He’s grunting, moaning, damn near growling as he spurts his own release as deep into you as he possibly can, coating every inch of your delectable pussy, vague mumbles of how he’s filling you up, just like you’re meant to be that you can just barely hear.

Shakey breaths hit each of your faces as you come down, now still and worn out. Your chests move up and down and you don’t know when you’ve buried your face into the crook of his neck, but the warmth and smell are more comforting than any hit you’ve ever taken off of one of his blunts.

“Shit, buttercup,” He chuckles, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and where you’ve tucked yourself He runs a hand through his sweaty black locks, the other hand locked around your waist. “I don’t know how we’re gonna move without making this couch fucking disgusting.” Mood killer.

“Don’t give a shit.”

“Yeah, but I do. Especially if Joon or Hobi someone finds it and makes a big fucking deal out of it, like no other guy in his twenties has some come stained furniture.”

You pull back from the spot you wish he’d just let you fall asleep in so he can see your pout. He can’t find the sight of you… adorable? Your hair matted, bruises, courtesy of yours truly littering your tits and chest, a thin sheen of sweat making your skin glow and bottom lip jutted out exactly enough to be overexaggerated and so fucking adorable.

At that moment he’s glad that about three weeks ago the two of you had started to break the unspoken no sleeping over after sex rule because he just wants to clean you up and feel you curl yourself around him like you like to.

You don’t know what time it is, just that it’s late and that it doesn't matter, because this was certainly time well spent. You wonder how much sleep you’ve given up in lieu of Yoongi’s pretty dick. Of course, it does matter... because you have a 9 am class tomorrow morning that you can’t miss, but that’s for future you to worry about. For now, it’s time to try to get up without defiling this Ikea couch (you failed miserably and giggled about it while Yoongi groaned in mock pain), burn out just one more joint, steal some clothes for bed and some snacks from his fridge, and pass the fuck out on his bed, which you think is way better than yours, but that has nothing to do with the boy in it or his comforting warmth and smell.

..............................................................................

Past you is a dumb bitch. Also maybe current you. Point being, you hate you, because you’re sore and stiff and ten minutes late to your dumb 9 am class and it’s all Yoongi’s fucking fault. You texted him this much, calling him a ‘little bitch boy’ for not even waking you up to make you a cup of coffee with his fancy instant coffee machine before you left. He hasn’t responded yet because holy fuck does that guy sleep like a rock. A really cute, cuddly, sex-god rock.

But, as usual, Jimin came in clutch, handing you off a coffee as your paths crossed on campus, each of you heading to your respective classes. He gave you a one-armed-too-tight hug and a comment on how you have that very glamourous ‘I got fucked by Min Fucking Yoongi last night and you didn’t so I’m better than you look.’ You tried to take it as a compliment as you thanked him for the coffee. He gave you a cute kiss to your forehead that reminded you you could never even be annoyed at him for too long.

And now you’re in class. Headache from not getting enough sleep getting worse by the second while you tried not to think about what judgements people must be passing on you, with your sunglasses inside and hickeys you didn’t have time to cover up.

When your phone pings you assume it’s Jimin, with something slutty or sarcastic or both. But it’s not. It’s Yoongi- well, it’s what you have Yoongi’s number saved under, aka the drooling emoji three times over… You’re surprised he’s awake, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have shit to do until the afternoon.

You have a fleeting thought that it could be a dick pic- yeah it’s a little early for that kind of dumb fuckboy behaviour, and you’d previously thought that too, but Kim Taehyung proved you wrong last year.

Yoongi isn’t a dick pic kind of guy anyway. No, he’s the guy that sends pictures of his hand around your throat that one night you let him take artsy photos of you two fucking on his film camera. The kind of guy that sends you audios of him jerking off and moaning your name that you listen to through your earphones in between classes because he knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. He’s the guy that drives you crazy because you can never quite predict what he’s gonna do next.

[9:23 am] From 🤤🤤🤤: you could have woken me you know dummy

[9:24 am] From 🤤🤤🤤: subways are gross in the morning

[9:25 am] From 🤤🤤🤤: i could have u know, driven u…

[9:26 am] From 🤤🤤🤤: cant really say no to u buttercup.

You don’t know why you’re heart’s beating so fast so you reprimand yourself for thinking with your pussy. Min motherfucking Yoongi is gonna be the death of you.

#bts smut #btswritingcafe #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #buttercup #bts fic #yoongi fic #bts fanfiction #bts oneshot #bts writing #def not my best work but u know JKFDHKJFHS

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overachiever ✧ {zion}

summary: in which straight A student riley takes a break from her procrastinating to help pretty boy zion with more than just his homework

author’s note: @softhottie‘s submission for @temperaryheart‘s 700 follower challenge! literally posting on the last day but better late than never, right? (haven’t written for leisure in a while so fair warning)

prompt: prettymuch lyric (bolded)

warnings: mention of drugs, smut (oral, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging)

word count: 3.5k

No on-campus college experience is complete without the following things: sleepless coffee-driven nights, at least one blackout drunk party experience, and a casual hookup or two. Third year Sociology major Zion could definitely say he’s checked off all of the above (several times, he might add). He was especially well-versed in the collegiate sport of hooking up. In fact, he would probably be considered something of an MVP. He’s had his fair share of players in his game. But like with any sport, it takes strategy. There was a secret artform to finding the most opportune times for intimacy when in college. Shared rooms and thin walls don’t exactly allow for privacy, especially when the room in question is shared with a nosy Italian business major named Nick.

This is why Zion decided to make every second count when he discovered his best friend and roommate Nick would be out of their dorm room for a few hours. According to Nick, his abnormal psychology midterm was “going to be the death of him.” It was his last exam before finals week, and he knew he couldn’t afford to fail so he announced that he would be spending that entire Thursday evening in the library studying for it. Zion tried to hide his excitement at his friend’s departure.

“Damn bro, that sucks. Happy studying though,” he managed to utter on Nick’s way out, feigning concern.

When the door finally shut, it took him all of 30 seconds to dial up his favorite girl as of late: Riley Williams, this fiery Women’s and Gender Studies major who resided in his building on the floor above his. They had met in his 10AM sociology class about two and a half months ago. She was hard not to notice when her hand shot up for almost every question, portraying herself as someone who obviously reads over the required text after class. But unlike others, Zion actually paid more attention to her cute tendency to absentmindedly let her pen linger between her glossy lips when she found herself concentrating deeply and her seemingly never-ending collection of flattering outfits. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way her curves looked in one of her cropped cardigan and plaid mini skirt ensembles or the hypnotizing glint of her signature “B-A-B-Y” silver link necklace that adorned her collarbones so well. Despite her engagement in class and endearing mannerisms, she still came off as standoffish, working alone during paired in-class assignments and rolling her eyes at less than intelligent answers from other students in response to the professor’s questions. But, after the fourth lecture of her sitting in her unassigned assigned seat next to his, he decided to take a chance and strike up a conversation, relieved to be met with her dimpled, wide tooth smile; the rest was history.

He doesn’t really know how their current arrangement really came to be. It started off as occasional study sessions in Zion’s room since she obviously knew her material. Then, it had quickly become invitations to binge-watch Bojack Horseman, a show Riley prided herself on introducing to him, or to share a blunt with him and Nick at the end of a particularly stressful school week. But eventually, a few lines had blurred when an innocent smoke sesh (sans Nick) had a salacious end involving her on all fours and her clothes long discarded on his bedroom floor. With this new dynamic between them, he’s made a habit of calling or texting her when late night thoughts of her became too enticing to resist. He hadn’t been hitting her line lately though, the stress of studying for exams and completing assignments keeping them apart. But with midterm season coming to a close and Nick finally being out of his hair, the eager boy was aching to finally invite his favorite girl over once again.

“Hey Z. What’s up?” Riley answered on the second ring, the mellifluous sound of her voice already getting him worked up.

“Hey beautiful. So, Nick is out of the room for tonight,” Zion boasted, the smirk on his face apparent even through the phone.

She waited for him to continue, thinking there was more, but he never did.

“…Okay, and? What’s that gotta do with me? Why should I drop everything to help you get a nut? I’m in the middle of writing a paper, you know,” she replied as she flicked through Netflix titles. He didn’t need to know that her “paper writing” actually equated to television streaming. Her point still stands.

“Babyyy come on, stop playin’,” he whined, “You know, I’m never selfish. Besides, the post-nut clarity of an orgasm or two will help you focus on your paper. Just gimme an hour, please?”

“Ugh I don’t know.” Although the specificities of their current relationship (or situationship, rather) had never been fully discussed, Riley must admit his sweet delivery of “baby” really made her insides scramble. At this point, she was ready to be laid up in Zion’s bed (preferably under him), especially since she wasn’t actually doing anything productive anyway, but she was also ready to hear him beg for it.

“Please baby, it’s been weeks since I’ve had you to myself. I’ll make it worth your while. Nick’s probably gonna be gone most of the night too so when you show up, m’gonna put this time to use,” the insatiable boy persuaded, the seductive rasp of his voice prominent in his last few words.

“Welllll, when you put it like that,” she began, smiling to herself as she was almost able to hear Zion’s excitement through the phone, “I’ll be there in 20.”

~~~

Riley stepped off the elevator and trodded down the RA-decorated hallway in her pink fuzzy slides to Zion’s dorm room door where she placed a soft knock. She barely had time to collect herself before the door swung open revealing a shirtless Zion leaning against the doorframe, his platinum-dyed dreads braided back into two cornrows and his dark gray cotton sweatpants hanging low enough to reveal almost the entirety of his happy trail. He wasted no time pulling her into the room. She couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face at her observation of the atmosphere Zion had created for her. His Himalayan salt lamp lit the room up in a sensuous coral hue while Next Town Down’s Lovers Theme (Interlude) played in the background.

“Next Town Down, huh?” she teased with a quirk of her lips, knowing she put him on to the musical group.

Zion smiled down at her with a set of dimples to match her own. “Yeah I know you like them. Thought it might help put you in the mood,” he shrugged smugly with his devilish smile still present on his face.

“Oh please! I know you bump them when I’m not around,” she giggled, poking him in his chest as she made her point.

“Yeah whatever,” he chuckled, his hands falling to her hips. He slowly backed them up towards his plush loveseat in the corner of the room. Once the back of his calves touched the suede material of the couch, he plopped onto the cushion. Riley followed suit, climbing onto his lap with her knees digging into the cushion on either side of him and her freshly manicured hands finding their way wrapped behind his head.

Zion made sure the dainty girl was comfortable in his lap before his large hands snaked up her luscious thighs, rubbing her up and down before finding their place on her derrière with a squeeze.

“Mmm I missed you baby.”

“Oh really? How much?” she whispered in his ear, sending chills up his spine.

“Don’t worry, imma show you.” And with that, he started his determined campaign on her neck, kissing up the area of exposed flesh even going as far as to flick his tongue out as he reached her jawline. She pulled away for a moment to slip her cropped sweatshirt over her head, fluffing out the resultant curls of her day old twist out once it passed over her head. She was left with nothing covering her upper half as she had made the deliberate decision not to wear bra to come over.

She couldn’t contain the soft moans and content sighs that escaped her lips. As he sponged wet kisses to the sensitive spot under her earlobe and his nimble fingers worked her hardening nipples, she instinctively ground her hips into his for some added friction between them.

“Need these off you too ma,” Zion whispered, snapping the waistband of her sweat shorts. And with no hesitation she complied, getting up briefly to slide them down her supple legs. She silently thanked herself for her lingerie selection; the pink and navy blue lace of her panties graciously highlighted the warm bronze undertones of her golden brown skin as well as the generous curve of her ass.

She sunk back down onto his lap, hands carefully placed on his shoulders as she returned to grinding against Zion’s ever hardening member with a little more fervor. Before the boy could utter another word, Riley pressed her lips against his in a feverish kiss.

Zion reciprocated with the same amount of enthusiasm, accepting every sloppy collision of their tongues and sensuous bite of his bottom lip with a gratified squeeze of her thigh with one hand and a rub of her lower back with the other. She quickly began her descent down his neck. Nipping, licking, sucking from his jawline to his collarbone.

A lazy smile crept upon Zion’s face as a chuckle passed his lips. “For someone who ain’t even wanna come over here, you sure are eager, huh?”

“Shut up,” she smiled against his skin, “Listen, you promised me ‘an orgasm or two’ and I intend on getting it.”

“And I’m a man of my word baby girl.” And with that challenge, Zion hooked his strong hands under Riley’s thick thighs and hoisted her from the couch, allowing her to lock her legs around his torso. Without pulling their lips away from each other, Zion walked them to his extra large twin sized bed.

He lowered her onto the bed so that her legs dangled off the end. He slinked between her legs before dropping to his knees in front of her. Riley rose off the bed slightly to lean back on her elbows; she watched as he ran his soft hands up her awaiting thighs, never losing eye contact as he did so. His nimble fingers stopped at the elastic waistband of her panties. He smirked as he mentally took note of the ever-growing wet spot in its crotch area before deftly slipping the cloth barrier down her legs and onto the carpeted floor.

“Mmm so wet for me baby,” he wasted no time hooking her legs onto his shoulders.

“Just for you,” she breathed out as a shuddered moan while Zion left lingering kisses up her inner thigh until he reached her throbbing center. He hovered there for a bit, blowing lightly against her folds. She hissed at the sudden cold air hitting her soaking cunt.

“God Zion, do something,” she whined, absentmindedly pushing his head further toward the area she needed him most.

Her wish was his command as he kissed and sucked on her folds before dipping his tongue in between them to lick a stripe at her opening. He took this time to admire her and take note of how cute she looked laying there with her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. That’s when his eager tongue found her sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking figure eights into it before sucking.

“Ahh feels so good,” Riley moaned in a whisper, grabbing at his blond locs as he lapped at her bud. Her hips began instinctively lifting slightly off the mattress as she was nearing her peak. Zion’s large hands took hold of them to anchor her and continue his gluttonous feast.

It wasn’t long before she was met with the all too familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach as she gushed into Zion’s awaiting mouth. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth fell open allowing a loud stream of obscenities to flow from it.

Once her thighs stopped trembling, Zion released their hold from around his neck and rose from his place on his knees. Riley backed up toward the headboard so her entire body could spread across the bed and she could watch Zion’s every move. In two swift motions, Zion’s sweats were removed from his body to reveal that he was wearing nothing else underneath. He crawled on top of her and placed a wet, needy kiss to her lips. He licked into her mouth sloppily, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

“What next baby?” he uttered breathily between messy kisses. She placed her hand on his chest to signal for him to pull away for a moment. He complied looking down at her flushed face and swollen lips.

“Can I sit on it?” she said softly in the most innocent tone possible. The sight of her plump lips pulled into a pout and her doe eyes peering up at him through her cascading lashes were enough to make his dick twitch.

“Course baby,” he punctuated his confirmation with a kiss to her lips before climbing off of her and landing on his back. He laid comfortably against his pillow, waiting for her to make her next move.

Riley sat up and swung her leg over his body. She hovered over his length before Zion helped her sink down onto it. She winced at the initial stretch but released a satisfied sigh once she finally bottomed out.

After taking a moment to adjust to his size, she began to rock her hips back and forth. Once she found her rhythm, Zion got comfortable, hands clasped behind his head watching her titties bounce as she moved above him. She placed her palms on his chest to steady herself and give herself more leverage to bounce on him more quickly.

“Fuck Daddy, you feel so good,” she drawled out with each swivel of her hips. She praised herself internally at the coy slip of the pet name, knowing how much it riled him up during their last rendezvous. As she expected, the sweet phrase flicked a switch for the boy whose large hands found themselves grabbing at her sides hungrily. It was always a surprise to him when she was vulgar during sex as she was usually prim and proper in any other scenario, but his surprise was most certainly not a complaint.

“Say that shit again,” he growled, beginning to thrust up into her.

“You f-feel so good insi-ide me, Daddy,” she moaned, falling forward in response to a particularly forceful slap to her ass. Zion took this opportunity to capture one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around her erect little bud.

Riley began to fall apart above him, the sinful sound of their skin slapping against each other and the full feeling of him thrusting into her so deeply were taking their toll on her. She could barely form a coherent sentence through her incessant whimpers.

“So cl- close,” she stuttered, digging her nails into his shoulders as she prepared herself for a second orgasm, the buildup much more intense than the last. She loudly cried out a chant of “Yes daddy”s, uncontrollably clenching around him while he continued to rail into her from below. She rode out her high, the longest she’d had in a while. Before long, she fell forward onto her lover’s chest in exhaustion with a drawn-out exaggerated sigh.

Just as she was ready to roll off of him and call it a night, Zion reached up and grabbed her by the throat, whispering in her ear, “You ready for number 3 baby?”

Her eyes widened as she weakly replied, catching her breath, “You said one or two. I already came twice.”

With a mischievous smirk, Zion eyed her naked body with the same hunger he had when she first walked through the door. “Yeah well I also said I’d make it worth your while. What can I say? I’m an overachiever,” he chuckled darkly, easing her off of his length. She winced at the newfound emptiness.

“All fours for me baby,” he rasped, sitting up and allowing her to spread out on her hands and knees in front of him.

“Yes daddy,” she did as she was told. Her glistening core and the remarkable roundedness of her rump on full display. He palmed a large handful of her ass, earning a sharp inhale from her.

“So good for me baby,” Zion whispered, palming more of her flesh into his hand before winding it back for another good slap across her right buttcheek. She moaned loudly in response, falling forward on her elbows from the impact.

He lined himself up, teasing her entrance. The tickle of his squishy head rubbing against her opening was becoming unbearable as she was aching to be filled up for a second time. At the sound of Riley whimpering with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, Zion pushed into her slowly, egged on by her surprised gasp. Just as he was about to fill her to her hilt, he took a moment to admire how he seemed to fit inside her so perfectly, almost as if he was the sword to her sheath.

He started off slow to allow Riley to adjust and to ensure that he didn’t bust immediately. He’d been holding off from his release to make sure his girl had gotten multiple. So, needless to say, he was at risk of busting very soon.

His slow thrusts eventually stilled to a complete halt. Before she could open her mouth to complain, his hand came down to spank her bottom once again. He kneaded the area he just slapped as he grumbled to her, “Throw that shit back for me, mama.” And without skipping a beat, Riley began to rock herself back and forth, allowing her ass to crash against him continuously. The sound of her cheeks clapping against his front and her strangled moans at the feeling of getting herself off on him was like music to his ears.

“Who’s making you feel this good baby?” Zion questioned with yet another smack to her rear.

“You daddy, only you,” she drawled on, speeding up slightly out of an eagerness to please him.

He was so blown away by her ability to take him so well. But he was not surprised when her movements eventually lost their rhythm, knowing she was probably close to her peak. So in an attempt to regain control, he roughly locked his hands at her hips before ramming into her at a relentless pace.

“Oh my god Zion!” she shouted, leaving her mouth hanging wide open. Her strained cries became louder with every snap of his hips.

If this assault on her insides wasn’t enough, not only did Zion dig his knees further into the sheets, allowing himself to lean back and pound into her at a deliciously pleasurable new angle, but he also skimmed his fingers down her front to ferociously rub circles into her pearl. The sensation was almost too much to bear, especially considering the two orgasms she already had under her belt. Her eyes flew shut as she hit her forearm against the bed repeatedly in a motion that most wrestlers would recognize as a “tap out.”

“Ah fuck, m’not gonna last daddy!” she screamed, legs beginning to quiver.

“Me either baby,” he grunted shortly before she pulsed around him so deliciously, milking him for every hot spurt he had in him.

They languidly rode out their climaxes together until Zion gently pulled out of Riley allowing them both to lay back against his satin pillowcases. She clung to his side nuzzling her face into his chest, appreciative of the post-orgasm high he provided her.

“Okay, ‘Mr. Overachiever’,” Riley sighed, still a bit out of breath as she looked up at him with her bright eyes and lazy smile.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” he hummed, smacking an obnoxious smooch to her cheek, “Where’s your phone? I’m changing my name in your contacts to that right now.”

He eyed her brightly colored, flower pressed phone case from across the room and attempted to climb off the bed to retrieve the girl’s smartphone from the couch where, until that moment, it had been forgotten.

“No, stoppp,” she giggled, slinging her leg across his torso and pushing his shoulders into the mattress before he could even make a move. He playfully grabbed at her waist, tickling her sides to try to overpower her. She squirmed under his grasp.

“Nah, I’m changing that shit. Maybe people will see it and think I’m tutoring you for once. Whatchu think?” he joked, his hearty laugh combining with her pleading giggles.

Their tickle fight continued until it devolved into a soft, comfortably silent cuddle between them, thoughts of paper deadlines or interfering roommates being long forgotten, and Zion wouldn’t have it any other way.

#i was gonna have nick walk in on them #i kinda wish i wrote that bc it would've been hilarious #chan's 700 challenge #zion kuwonu #zion kuwonu smut #zion kuwonu imagine #prettymuch smut #prettymuch imagine #prettymuch

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: Oi Janis: where are you and more importantly where's my drink Jimmy: if I could get by the orgy on the counter Jimmy: which more importantly I weren't invited to Jimmy: bit rude Janis: 💔 Janis: your appeal is so dead Janis: what a way to find out Jimmy: tah for that babe Jimmy: you did warn me I suppose but Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Janis: I'm very supportive Janis: even now you're dragging me down Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: what a pair Janis: 'scuse you Janis: how dare you imply I'm on the outs Janis: never in, bitch Jimmy: you said it so I didn't have to 💕 #truelove Janis: don't worry, beaten to the punch Jimmy: literally am being Jimmy: let me at the bowl, dickheads Janis: 😏 you're so lame Janis: and so is this party if it has an actual punch bowl Janis: where are we Janis: a sorority house in 1997 okay bethany Jimmy: piss off I'm 😎 Jimmy: as much as lad can be in his missus' clothes Janis: shut up you look good Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: you look Janis: shh Jimmy: you ain't 'bout to make me Jimmy: so nah Jimmy: I'll just be 😍😍😍 & you can't stop me Janis: boy is that a challenge Janis: will get you in trouble again today, bit late to be worried on it Jimmy: is it? Janis: I mean, you're sacked now Janis: realistically what is tiffany gonna do to top that if we ruin her party Jimmy: let's see Janis: 😈 Janis: what are we doing first then Jimmy: I'm giving you your drink Jimmy: [does] Janis: Getting drunk Janis: cool Janis: [downs it bitch why] Janis: bit normie but you know, needs must Jimmy: calm down, piisshead Jimmy: it took me ages to get that Janis: 🙄 soz I didn't know you wanted me to nurse it all night Janis: or thank you for your valiant efforts Jimmy: piss off Janis: 😏 Janis: be my friend Janis: everyone else here is the worst Jimmy: [kisses her in an extra way] Jimmy: stop friendzoning me, mate Janis: keep kissing me like that and I'll think about it Jimmy: [kisses her again but it's even better 'cause] Janis: you're so Janis: ugh Jimmy: you wanna dance? Janis: can you dance? 🤔 Jimmy: 💔💔💔 Jimmy: I've danced with you before Jimmy: you found it #unforgettable, yeah Janis: hmm Janis: maybe I was drunk Janis: that time Jimmy: you usually are, so probably Jimmy: do you wanna or nah? Janis: lovely Janis: make it sound like I have a problem Jimmy: You're a paddy, it's not a problem it's expected Janis: don't be racial 'cos I can't remember your moves Janis: come on then, face ache Jimmy: [passes her an earbud cos the song that's playing is bound to suck] Jimmy: requests? Janis: [takes his phone 'cos you know and picks the song that was on when they were in the van] Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: [dips her and kisses her cos he is a nerd] Janis: don't fucking drop me boy Jimmy: 💪 Jimmy: I won't Jimmy: [plays like he's gonna you know when people do that but doesn't] Janis: [makes like she's walking away 'cos moody] Jimmy: [pulls her back & turns into a cute spin 'round] Janis: I guess you aren't terrible Jimmy: [kisses her again but properly 'cause we know he's good at that] Jimmy: ? Jimmy: you wanna do a rewrite now or in a bit Janis: [pretends to be thinking but can't help smiling like a dork] Jimmy: [touches her little smiley mouth cos it so cute] Janis: [goes in with the sexy dancing 'cos can't deal with the affection] Jimmy: [blatantly isn't as good of a dancer 'cause indie white boy but tries his best to keep up god bless] Janis: Like this Janis: [moves his hands lower] Jimmy: [moves them a bit lower than she put them 'cause he's cheeky] Jimmy: alright Janis: 👀 you Janis: not mad Jimmy: [less like a dance and more like a dry hump probably but she won't be mad] Janis: so you're like Janis: really really okay at this Janis: concede, like Jimmy: okay isn't 🥇 Jimmy: [carries on 'cause gotta] Janis: [other people join in you know how they do and lowkey split 'em up 'cos I'm evil] Jimmy: 💔💔 Janis: 😒 Janis: not about how much crotch i can feel rn that ain't you Jimmy: hang on Jimmy: [actually does shove a prick & gets into a lil moment] Janis: [takes him outside for a smoke and so shit doesn't escalate 'cos drunk teens] Jimmy: who's idea was this? Janis: i mean Janis: not gonna hold this non-event against you Jimmy: tah Janis: know it's shit when the whole herd is out here Janis: just clocked the tall one, hard to miss Jimmy: where? Janis: [turns his head physically 'cos don't care about being rude, obvs] Jimmy: she shouldn't wear heels Jimmy: that's Janis: do you think she gets vertigo Janis: it's a madness, she just hit the light literally, I saw bitch Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: have you seen Mia? Jimmy: real questions Janis: let's go hunt Janis: split up and look for clues, scoob Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: alright, nerd Janis: i am not velma Janis: although really, who else was pulling their weight 🤔 Jimmy: Fred & Daphne were too busy fucking Janis: init though Janis: shaggy was stoned out his mind Jimmy: like your hippie brother Janis: 🙄 truly Jimmy: is the dickhead one here? Janis: 😂 Janis: sadly Janis: as loud and as bad as grace Janis: heard him and avoided Jimmy: we just need her & it's a family reunion Janis: kill me Jimmy: [sneaks up behind her & 'scares' her like boy you meant to be splitting up] Jimmy: 🗡🗡🗡 Janis: Dickhead! Janis: [but kisses though] Jimmy: I missed you too Janis: on a mission here Janis: focus Janis: if you were a basic bitch where would you be Jimmy: if I was Mia I'd be in the bathroom where she spends 99% of her time Janis: 🐸🍵 Janis: I don't think either of us can barge in Jimmy: she'll have to find prey soon 🐍 Jimmy: just wait Janis: offering me up as bait? Jimmy: do you want me to? Janis: don't you start Jimmy: how can we annoy her the most? Jimmy: start thinking 'bout that Janis: you know Janis: she's 💔 apparently so just be goals Jimmy: have to have one first Janis: that's what I said Jimmy: yeah? Jimmy: gotta stop spending so much time with you then Jimmy: [but kisses her] Janis: don't Janis: [kisses him harder 'cos] Jimmy: [whispers in her ear that he promises] Janis: I Janis: do you want a drink Jimmy: [finishes the last of his 'cause didn't down it] Jimmy: alright Janis: stay alive Janis: keep being #goals Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [Mia drama at the drinks] Jimmy: did you join the orgy? Jimmy: been ages Janis: ha Janis: she wishes Jimmy: you found her then Janis: found me Jimmy: I ain't gonna be fuming if you threw my drink over her Jimmy: a bit that I didn't see it Janis: Ain't gonna waste it Janis: she's so Jimmy: so gimme it Janis: hang on Janis: she ain't gone 😑 Jimmy: I can come get it Janis: Nah, don't Janis: I don't want her to Janis: I'll be Jimmy: what's going on Janis: she's just a bitch Janis: nothing new Jimmy: then it won't matter if I interrupt you two then Jimmy: hang on Janis: well I ain't gonna be there Jimmy: where will you be? Janis: just give me a sec Janis: okay Jimmy: alright Jimmy: come find me when you want Jimmy: I'll be outside Janis: 👍 Janis: [later] Janis: Okay, hi Jimmy: [hands her his 🚬] Janis: [takes huge drag for non-smoker oh babe] Janis: tah Jimmy: [lights up a new one for his self 'cause it's been the longest day ever & we still in it] Jimmy: 👍 Janis: Soz about that Jimmy: ain't your fault, girl Janis: why is this the worst party ever Jimmy: been that sort of day Jimmy: so come here Janis: [hiding in his chest 'cos embarrassed that Mia has got to her] Jimmy: [holds onto her for ages 'cause they just need it BITCH & is stroking her hair for her] Janis: this is so stupid Jimmy: why? Janis: 'cos she's stupid Janis: and i know that so Jimmy: it don't matter Jimmy: I know my dad's a massive bellend but Janis: but he's your Dad Janis: can't avoid him Jimmy: can't avoid her she's a #stalker Jimmy: my dad has a job Jimmy: & a missus Jimmy: see him less Janis: should I tell her to get a hobby then Jimmy: bit late for it Janis: you saying I shouldn't find her and hit her with AND ANOTHER THING Jimmy: stay with me Jimmy: I'm saying Janis: don't listen to her Janis: okay Jimmy: I don't chat to her Jimmy: I ain't starting now Janis: okay but if she comes and finds you too Jimmy: if she finds me she'll find you 'cause I ain't going anywhere without you, am I Janis: [kissing so you don't say it oh yeah] Jimmy: you're Jimmy: you know that Jimmy: don't you listen to her Jimmy: whatever the bollocks was Janis: i'm glad you're here Janis: with me Jimmy: me too Jimmy: get drunk with me Jimmy: I'll make it better Janis: [takes swig of the drink she got him] Jimmy: you can do better than that Jimmy: 🥇 yeah Janis: I got distracted Janis: not in a good way Jimmy: [kisses her so she can be distracted in a good way] Jimmy: now go on Janis: you're coming with me, aren't you Jimmy: I told you, everywhere Janis: [reaches out to hold his hand fuck you mia] Jimmy: [HAND HOLDING + kisses her again 'cause really fuck you Mia you bitch] Janis: [has drink, finds somewhere to sit him down so she can sit on him] Jimmy: [whispers 'don't forget nowt I've said, alright. You're a properly beautiful dickhead & I like you so much' when they are sat] Janis: Jim Janis: you're Janis: I'm really happy you're coming home with me Jimmy: you're Janis: I know Janis: you make me feel Jimmy: I told you, I'll make it better Jimmy: I want to Janis: you have Janis: i already don't care but Janis: more Janis: please Jimmy: [cue make out sesh cos she said please & it kills him] Janis: i wanna make this night better for you too Janis: tell me how Jimmy: you have Jimmy: but I need to touch you more Jimmy: come upstairs Janis: [does, hope all y'all bitches see 'em] Jimmy: [after & let's say drunk Grace has entered the party with her shit 'ex' enjoy that Mia I'm sure you will] Janis: shame don't know this bitch well enough to post up in her room Janis: I just wanna be with you and not have to see Janis: all this Jimmy: we can just leave Jimmy: we've been #goals since we got here Janis: do you want to Jimmy: I want you Jimmy: wherever Janis: You just had me Janis: many times Jimmy: is that a challenge or a piss off? Janis: [kisses him like the loveydovey bitch she is] Janis: don't even question it Jimmy: don't sound like me that Janis: we're meant to not be us for the night Janis: which is handy because my sister is determined to make the biggest idiot out of herself so Jimmy: but you're so YOU Jimmy: & I just Janis: don't look at me like that I can't Jimmy: don't look like that then Jimmy: 'cause I can't Janis: this is very distracting Janis: how are you meant to get anything done Jimmy: don't Janis: don't what, baby? Jimmy: don't do nowt else Jimmy: just Janis: we can Janis: both layabouts now Janis: I'm gonna stay with you all day every day Jimmy: 1. you're a full time muse if you're owt so don't sell yourself short Jimmy: 2. please Janis: 1. still waiting on that drawing Janis: 2. literally who's gonna stop us Jimmy: the dog you ain't trained Jimmy: maybe Janis: you said don't do nothing else Janis: make up your mind, babe Jimmy: I just said that Jimmy: you should've sorted her out before Janis: 1. i am and have been you know she's so much better already #myinfluence Janis: 2. you have been distracting from the start so take responsibility Jimmy: 1. 🙄 Jimmy: 2. you're easily distracted Jimmy: [demonstrates it by being distracting & kissing her] Janis: ah Janis: I want it, I don't care Jimmy: [kisses her again but all the party bollocks is v distracting too sorry lads] Janis: 😠 what the fuck Janis: can everyone Janis: not Jimmy: do you wanna go back outside? Jimmy: actually fuck that, looks like your sister is Jimmy: if she can make it Janis: I'm so Janis: for fuck sake Jimmy: let's get another drink Jimmy: come on Janis: hoping pablo takes one for the team and drags her stupid ass home 'cos I can't right now I will fucking kill her Jimmy: looks like that lad she's with will Jimmy: take her home not murder her Jimmy: probably Janis: don't Jimmy: ? Janis: I don't need to think about it Jimmy: which bit? Janis: any of it Janis: leave it out Jimmy: alright Jimmy: [downs two big drinks one after another #impressive 'cause what a day] Janis: [gives him a look] Janis: now who's the pisshead Jimmy: still you Janis: [downs a drink to prove it] Janis: 🖕 Jimmy: 😍😍😍😍 Janis: that guy is already taken soz Janis: get a new bit Jimmy: #onlygoteyesforyou Jimmy: that's my bit Janis: [distracted by the bullshit] Jimmy: do you want me to get her? Janis: why bother Jimmy: 'cause it looks like you do Jimmy: & are bothered Janis: don't matter Janis: she'll only be a cunt about it, don't waste your time Jimmy: bollocks Jimmy: she loves me Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: go on then Janis: be a hero Jimmy: do you want me to or are you being a dickhead? Janis: I don't care Jimmy: let's just go then Jimmy: me & you Janis: I'm getting another drink first Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [goes off, gets drink and is dancing] Jimmy: [takes her drink & drinks a fair bit of it 'cause eye on you girl] Janis: excuse you Janis: get your own Jimmy: I can't Jimmy: have to go where you go, remember? Janis: not now Jimmy: what are you on about? Janis: saying go get a drink, have fun Jimmy: shut up Janis: rude Jimmy: you're rude Janis: yeah go on Jimmy: telling me to piss off is rude Janis: did I say that Jimmy: yeah Janis: oh my god Janis: i'm not ready to go Janis: do what you want Jimmy: stop Janis: I ain't doing nothing Janis: stop having a go at me Jimmy: you're being a dickhead Jimmy: 1. I never said you had to be ready to go Jimmy: 2. you know what I want & it's not to leave Jimmy: so leave it out Janis: I'm just tryna have fun here Jimmy: bollocks Jimmy: it ain't my fault that Mia's a bitch & your sister's an embarrassing mess Janis: why you wanna fix it so bad then Jimmy: why do you reckon? Janis: whatever Jimmy: that ain't an answer Janis: can't be bothered with this right now Janis: long day yeah Jimmy: I'll go home then Jimmy: chat to me when you can be bothered Janis: you mean mine Jimmy: why would I mean that? Jimmy: not what I said Janis: because you have to Jimmy: nah, I don't Janis: you can't go home yet come on Janis: you said Jimmy: I can do what I want, you said Janis: fine Jimmy: 👌 Janis: i hate you Jimmy: 💔💔💔 Jimmy: good thing I'm off then Janis: shut up Janis: stop it Jimmy: you stop it Janis: just don't go home Janis: alright Jimmy: I'm not letting myself into yours like I live there Jimmy: [goes outside to smoke moodily but the front of the house not the back] Janis: [follows no shame] Jimmy: [smokes in moody silence] Janis: this is fun Jimmy: shouldn't have followed me Jimmy: your own fault that Janis: you wanted to be together Jimmy: & you didn't Jimmy: make your mind up Janis: nah, make me Jimmy: [actually eye rolls] Janis: wow Janis: you're so much better than me now Jimmy: [starts walking away 'cause when there's too much drama at school you gotta] Janis: don't walk away from me Jimmy: bit late for that Jimmy: already am Janis: stop Jimmy: why? Janis: because I want you to Jimmy: [stops but stays where he is] Janis: I'm sorry Jimmy: alright Janis: no it ain't Jimmy: then what is it? Janis: you tell me Janis: and lemme fix it Jimmy: there's nowt to fix Jimmy: like you said, it's been a long fucking day Jimmy: I shouldn't have come out Janis: no Jimmy: what? Janis: don't regret it Jimmy: 'cause what's to regret Jimmy: I knew they'd all be here Jimmy: & you're a pisshead Jimmy: 👍 Janis: fine Janis: bye Janis: [goes back in and finds an empty room] Jimmy: [shamelessly follows her 'cause that's who they are] Jimmy: I Jimmy: don't Janis: don't what? Jimmy: regret it Jimmy: you Jimmy: alright? Janis: nah, you say what you mean Janis: always Jimmy: shut up Janis: don't tell me to shut up you said that! Jimmy: come on Janis: what do you want, jim Jimmy: you Jimmy: having a shit time at a shit party this second don't mean that I don't Jimmy: or that it was like that every second Jimmy: you know it weren't Janis: let's forget it Janis: let's go Janis: they don't have to ruin it Janis: they don't get to Jimmy: not til you get that I Jimmy: that you're Janis: you don't have to Janis: we're drunk and in bad moods Janis: it's alright Jimmy: it's not alright if Jimmy: if it can keep happening like this Jimmy: one day & Jimmy: it's ruined more times than I can just fucking Janis: what are you saying then Jimmy: you asked me why I wanna fix it so bad Jimmy: what kind of question is that Jimmy: today Janis: I meant Grace Jimmy: it don't matter Jimmy: I've got nowt, alright Jimmy: but you as my girlfriend Jimmy: so that's why I wanna fix it Jimmy: remember when I asked you how you could make me laugh when things are still so shit? Jimmy: ages ago Jimmy: & they still are & you still can Janis: I remember Janis: I don't have anything else either Janis: so don't hold this against me when I didn't even mean it at all never mind like that Jimmy: I just Jimmy: why can't I be that for you? Jimmy: why does it have to be even shitter before we're here Janis: I don't know Janis: I'm just Janis: fucked Janis: I try Jimmy: me too Jimmy: on trying & being fucked Janis: Just keep trying with me Janis: please, a bit longer Jimmy: I'll sit in any empty room with you Jimmy: talk or not talk Jimmy: down any number of drinks you want Jimmy: just don't forget what I said, I mean it Jimmy: I give a shit about you Janis: I won't, promise Janis: you're so important to me Jimmy: I wouldn't be here if I didn't know that Janis: Good Janis: you know Janis: don't you Jimmy: yeah, baby Jimmy: I know Jimmy: it's alright Janis: [longest kiss ever 'cos we all know] Jimmy: so what now? Jimmy: we getting your sister or not? Janis: I don't know Janis: she won't appreciate it, if she want to do this then I guess I'm supposed to let her Jimmy: but we can try, if you want Jimmy: it don't have to just be for me Jimmy: I won't tell her & she probably won't remember but Jimmy: you will Janis: Okay Janis: you'll have to go talk to her Jimmy: challenge accepted Janis: I can't talk to her Jimmy: so stay here Jimmy: I better not tell her I really wanna fuck her in case she remembers it Jimmy: but I'll think of summat 👌 Janis: don't joke Janis: not ready to fight again Jimmy: [kisses her 'cause him either] Jimmy: to be continued Jimmy: stay here Janis: okay Janis: got the easy job Jimmy: [goes to find that messy bitch] Jimmy: are you gonna be pissed off at me if I have to smack that dickhead she's with? Janis: hardly Jimmy: 👍 'cause I have Janis: 😏 Janis: are you alright though Jimmy: 💪 Jimmy: my dad has more about him than that lad Jimmy: sort it out Jimmy: he's northern & close to his death age Janis: Christ knows where she found him Jimmy: dickheads anonymous Jimmy: she's crying but she was when I got there so not my fault Janis: don't worry Janis: she always is Jimmy: thank feck for that Jimmy: my sister never cries I was like Jimmy: 😱😱😱 Janis: 🍀 Janis: no doubt we'll hear it was all my fault Jimmy: that ain't what she's saying now Jimmy: if I really did ever forget your name, just have a word with your sister when she's had a few Jimmy: 🙄🙄 Janis: Mia probably got to her too 'fore getting whisked away by tonight's Prince Charming, then Jimmy: I'd think you were #besties Jimmy: soz Mia Jimmy: 💔 Janis: Have you forgotten my name forreal? Janis: 🤔 Jimmy: It ain't my fault your sister loves you tonight Janis: just saying, it ain't fucking Janis: Eurasia or whatever continent the bitch is Jimmy: just saying it's Janis she won't shut up about 💕 Jimmy: whoever that is Janis: she's so ridiculously pissed Jimmy: she misses you Jimmy: #same Gracie so get a move on Janis: so what's the plan Janis: am I calling a cab or Jimmy: walking should sober her up Jimmy: but we might kill her Jimmy: I'm only getting half of this chat & I still want her to shut up Janis: you've got headphones Janis: we can do this 💪 Jimmy: I'm telling her all lads aren't dickheads Jimmy: #newjobasatherapisttah Janis: 😂 oh my christ Jimmy: glad I smacked that one 'cause he sounds top Janis: she's got the worst taste Jimmy: does she smoke? I feel like the answer is nah but that ain't what I'm getting from the girl in question Janis: nah but see if she knows which end to light 👍 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: even Bobby knows which end's which Jimmy: the dog could probably do it too even with her lack of training Janis: don't you dare corrupt her Janis: twix, that is Janis: idc if you give grace a 🚬 Jimmy: not gonna waste 'em on either Jimmy: also bit late for Grace Jimmy: I know more 'bout how that lad likes to fuck than I ever needed Jimmy: remind me to give Barry a ring he'll love this Janis: 💀 Janis: let me die Janis: she's such a fucking Jimmy: he likes to look at himself in the mirror, that one's not a surprise Janis: STOP Jimmy: I'm keeping it surface level for you, babe Janis: she's a bloody hypocrite Jimmy: I'd tell her but she's on a roll Janis: I'll let her know Janis: hopefully the shame will finally finish her off Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: [arrives with a look like whose idea was this? again his] Janis: just keep her entertained 'cos you do not want us talking okay Jimmy: I told you she loves me Jimmy: easy Janis: Yeah sound more thrilled Jimmy: [asks Grace about a Brazilian blow out cos remember when] Jimmy: 👍 Janis: 🔪 Janis: you're so unfunny Jimmy: [does a little lol] Jimmy: love you too 💕 Janis: 💕 Jimmy: you look so cute when you're plotting murder Jimmy: 😍 Janis: now you reckon it ain't yours, yeah 😏 Jimmy: a bit mine probably Jimmy: but love me again Janis: can't leave no witnesses babe Janis: but pain me to see you go Janis: 'cos you know I do Jimmy: #goals Janis: stop being cute when I gotta walk ahead of yous Jimmy: I won't beg for my life then Jimmy: bit rude Janis: save it for when it's just me and you Jimmy: stop being hot when you gotta walk ahead of me Janis: 💋🍑 Jimmy: I hate you Jimmy: so much Janis: What's the matter? Janis: not as easy as you thought? Jimmy: shut up Janis: 🤔 but you hate it when I'm quiet Jimmy: you know how much I wanna touch you right now Jimmy: kiss you Jimmy: don't Janis: Poor boy Jimmy: I'm so mad at you Janis: you love it Jimmy: hate it Jimmy: I told you Janis: that's what you get for being noble💔 Janis: I told you Jimmy: it's the last time Jimmy: I swear Janis: 😏 okay babe Jimmy: 🖕 Janis: you wanna prove how mean you're gonna be from now on? okay Jimmy: nowt to prove babe Jimmy: I'm just that dickhead now Janis: 🤤🤤🤤 Janis: oh no Janis: whatever shall I do Jimmy: feel it Jimmy: how I Janis: [Looks back at him all like 'what?'] Jimmy: [is giving her a sexy look in return] Janis: [bites her lip and has to turn back 'cos boy] Jimmy: hate me too Jimmy: it's lonely out here being the only one who just wants Janis: you are so not alone on this Janis: please Jimmy: I am Jimmy: if you felt like this you wouldn't say that Janis: Baby Jimmy: or that Janis: just think how worth it it's gonna be when you get me alone Jimmy: thinking about nowt else Jimmy: every sound you've ever made for me Jimmy: to drown your sister's bollocks out Janis: I'm glad I can pretend I don't hear her too Janis: also that she's completely oblivious Jimmy: I wish she was as oblivious as your hippie brother pretended to be though Janis: fuck Janis: Me too Jimmy: why does it feel like we went upstairs at a different party on a different night Jimmy: ages ago Janis: the world and it's drama won't leave us alone Jimmy: you were so Jimmy: you are Janis: you too Janis: how'd you get so Jimmy: it's your fault Janis: happy to take credit but how Jimmy: I need you so badly Jimmy: I have to be Jimmy: I can't just Janis: you are Janis: you're fucking Janis: everything Janis: you don't need to worry, trust Jimmy: how much further is it? Jimmy: I Janis: not far Janis: she makes it seem it, I know Jimmy: if I can't kiss you soon I'm 💀 Janis: [runs back and kisses him for a hot sec deal grace] Jimmy: I was wrong, now you've kissed me I'm 💀💀💀 Janis: can't win, me 💔 Jimmy: you don't reckon you've won? Jimmy: I know you could feel how much I want you Janis: it'll feel like a win when I can feel it properly Jimmy: okay Janis: I just Jimmy: just? Janis: I really fucking like you Janis: you know Jimmy: I get it Jimmy: I really fucking like you too Janis: how evil would it be to let her get a little bit lost for a while Janis: don't answer i know and i'm mad about it Jimmy: I've told you before all of this place looks the same Jimmy: it's really easy done, yeah Janis: too tempting Janis: the sooner we get back the better Janis: she can shut up and sleep it off and we can Jimmy: or you can gimme a few minutes now Jimmy: let it happen 'cause she won't remember but we will Janis: [slows down a little] Janis: you're testing me, boy Jimmy: last time being noble, I said Jimmy: I'm that dickhead now Jimmy: selfish Janis: prove it Janis: go on Jimmy: [kisses her not soz Grace you know you would babe] Janis: The noises I just made Janis: thank God she ain't remembering Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Jimmy: & don't you wanna make more now Jimmy: I do Janis: yes Janis: badly Janis: like get her to move faster please Jimmy: [does] Janis: 🙌 Janis: my hero Jimmy: drunk girl whisperer is going on the CV Janis: just don't use your powers for evil and i'm fine with it Jimmy: I won't use 'em against you, pisshead Jimmy: don't worry Jimmy: 💕 Janis: not what I meant Janis: tell me what to do anytime Jimmy: lose your sister Jimmy: the cows will make sure she don't die Janis: believe me I've tried Janis: she knows her way home Janis: 💔 Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Janis: true tragedy baby Jimmy: today's been full of 'em Janis: 😞 Janis: I know Jimmy: Mia's outfit is top one Janis: 😂 Janis: you're the best boyfriend ever Jimmy: just wait Jimmy: I'll show you how good I am Janis: literally can't wait Jimmy: [kisses her again 'cause same but just quickly 'cause no chill if he don't] Janis: never been gladder to see my house honestly Janis: are we getting away with throwing her on the sofa or what Jimmy: never been gladder not to be at mine & that's going some Jimmy: yeah we can Jimmy: can't have her realising our good deeds Janis: 🙅 absolutely not Janis: gotta keep her hating me Jimmy: her & me both yeah Jimmy: #twinning Janis: 💔 Janis: fix it Jimmy: 💗 Janis: 💕 Jimmy: I'll fix everything Jimmy: come on Janis: I believe you Jimmy: good 'cause I'm serious Jimmy: & taking it seriously Janis: I know Janis: I feel it Janis: actually 😍 Jimmy: I feel Janis: legit promise i won't get mad no bullshit Janis: have you felt this before Janis: like with your ex Janis: is this how it is Jimmy: no Jimmy: I already told you, it's how it is with us Jimmy: not like Jimmy: she was just there sometimes, sometimes I was Jimmy: sometimes we both were but Janis: yeah Janis: it's all new to me Janis: not having these convos with her or the like either am i Jimmy: that probably shouldn't make me feel how it does Jimmy: like you should, you can but Janis: as long as it makes you feel 🥇 then that's what I want Janis: she wouldn't get it anyway, she has said as much, not that I asked but Jimmy: just this once, not mad she's a letdown Janis: yeah? Jimmy: maybe Janis: whaddya mean maybe Jimmy: alright, yeah Jimmy: you know I like chatting to you Janis: glad you do Janis: dunno why Jimmy: do you not? Janis: no Jimmy: you're a good listener for one thing Jimmy: & make me laugh when things are shit, like I said Jimmy: you don't make me feel like I'm Jimmy: actually 🎻🎻🎻 Janis: 'cos you ain't Jimmy: just 💔 for my 🎨 like Jimmy: nowt else Janis: duh Janis: what's really important here, like Jimmy: you are Janis: you Jimmy: us then Janis: wish I was better at talking Janis: there's so much you deserve to hear Jimmy: shhh Jimmy: I don't want you to be no different Janis: not even slightly bigger tits or something Jimmy: [again lols] Janis: 😍😍😍 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: you're perfect though Jimmy: you're pissed though Janis: take the compliment Janis: and I'll tell you in the morning Jimmy: we don't have to go nowhere, do we Jimmy: we can just Janis: stay Janis: please Jimmy: I ain't going anywhere you ain't too, I said Janis: then we're staying in bed all day Janis: not just 'cos I'm pissed, tah Jimmy: you ain't that bad Jimmy: for a pisshead Jimmy: your sister is smashed out of her head though which serves you well for a comparison Janis: hm she was before she was even ready, that was literal hours ago Jimmy: 'course she was Jimmy: that white girl wasted bollocks, I remember Janis: you really listen Jimmy: not gonna listen to myself chat shit instead am I Janis: i like what you chat Janis: sometimes Jimmy: can we make Grace have a dry month of may? we'd all like that Janis: at least there's something else for us to all blame when she's twatted Jimmy: 😂 Janis: make me feel like a better person Jimmy: don't make it sound like such a challenge Jimmy: you're the best person in this shithole of a town Janis: it's my fault Jimmy: nah Janis: don't care just make me forget Jimmy: [kisses her 'cause challenge always accepted] Janis: that's Janis: you're so perfect Janis: perfect perfect perfect Jimmy: [has to kiss her more so I don't say it goddamn] Janis: more Jimmy: [does 'cause might as well at this point kids] Janis: just preparing her for the doubledate Jimmy: & me Jimmy: I'm gonna need more than that to get through it Janis: touching me up under the table, I remember Janis: oh no that was family dinner Janis: same rules or Jimmy: I reckon we can do better Jimmy: fancy restaurants gotta have really decent bathrooms Janis: 😭 we didn't get to go shopping Janis: this day is a million years long Jimmy: I'll take you, baby Jimmy: just not tomorrow Janis: we got time Jimmy: the CG have done us a top favor Janis: feels it Jimmy: good news, I told you Janis: I'll allow it Jimmy: 👍 Janis: gonna train you and this dog Janis: just you wait Jimmy: me? Jimmy: bit rude Jimmy: I'm 🥇 already Janis: 😏 Janis: just saying, very demanding Jimmy: [kisses her 'cause likewise & like pushes her up against the nearest wall or whatever idk where they've made it to 'cause gotta prove that 🥇 status] Jimmy: yeah? Janis: [Tugs at his/her clothes appreciatively, exposing more skin to touch and kiss and bite, she nods] Jimmy: [just having a full blown moment so I hope Pablo doesn't pop up like back in the day lol] Janis: [Grace probably needs to interrupt but wraps her legs around his waist pulling him even closer 'cos no chill] Jimmy: [I'm just shamelessly letting this happen 'cause what a day even though he's already touching her everywhere he can before it's just OBSCENE take it down a notch lads but don't god bless] Janis: I want you Jimmy: you have me Janis: fuck Janis: I Jimmy: me too Jimmy: whatever you're gonna say Jimmy: I just Janis: this feels so Janis: I don't just mean Janis: like Janis: shit Jimmy: you don't have to Jimmy: I get it Janis: all of it Janis: yeah Janis: for you too Jimmy: all of it Jimmy: yeah Janis: [kisses him hard 'cos what else you gonna do but say it and shh] Jimmy: [Grace interruption so we don't all die] Janis: there it is Janis: she's gonna be fuming she got puke on that dress Jimmy: I'm fuming we can't just leave her here Janis: really shit the bed with you Janis: not gonna tuck her in now are you Jimmy: not unless she wants me to puke on her Jimmy: grim that was Jimmy: I feel Janis: baby Janis: you squeamish? Jimmy: shut up Janis: keep it together, not carrying you both home Jimmy: [is clearly looking like he could also vom 'cause same boy it gets me too] Jimmy: 💪 Janis: poor boy Janis: go ahead and go to my room Janis: i'll deal with her Jimmy: that ain't what you said Jimmy: if you murder her let me know so I can think of a decent lie Janis: yeah well you might actually 💀if she tries to drag you into bed with her now Janis: and you better mean for me 'cos I'm saving you here, return the favour Jimmy: I just need a sec Jimmy: I'm alright Jimmy: [isn't] Janis: go Janis: lie down Janis: just don't fall asleep or i'll be so mad Jimmy: you know I ain't tired Jimmy: not right now Janis: i know what you lads are like when you've had a few too many Janis: 💔 Jimmy: do you? Janis: how rude Janis: didn't live under a rock 'til you found me, like Jimmy: I get it, that's why you were a virgin Jimmy: lads, sort it out Janis: that's even more shaming than the actual Janis: just getting passed out on constantly like not again Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: chat to Mia I bet she understands Jimmy: done & been done to Janis: easier to devour when she ain't gotta subdue 'em Janis: fuck knows she ain't got those kinda moves Jimmy: Hang on, I'll ask Gracie Jimmy: get that #insider scoop Janis: the ✂ must've been a real letdown Janis: start a fire with those twig legs Janis: not in a sexy way Jimmy: 😂 Janis: such a cunt Jimmy: I'll ship her where I came from Jimmy: don't have gays in the north Janis: bullshit Janis: even your football teams sound like gay clubs Jimmy: illegal it is Jimmy: gotta repress that shit til you 💀 Janis: explains why you're so highkey about barry #forbiddenlove Janis: all the rage 'round here too, like Jimmy: #romeo&julietwho Jimmy: & why we got so many footie teams Jimmy: & factories Janis: what's better than guys being dudes Jimmy: no homo though lads Jimmy: never that Janis: 😂 nah, ot weird you'd rather be at the pub with your mates and NEVER see your missus Janis: #justmanlymanthings Jimmy: maybe it's why my dad's so angry Jimmy: & my mum isn't about Jimmy: solved it Janis: could be, scoob Janis: had many 'uncles' that aren't actually your uncles? Jimmy: he's had more 'girlfriends' than I've had hot dinners so Jimmy: something to prove? I reckon Janis: too busy with the 'ladies' to make 'em Janis: bond with her over being a beard, that'll be nice Jimmy: 👍 Janis: if you're actually gay i will kill you Janis: #nohomophobia Jimmy: I told you Jimmy: not so far Jimmy: now I'm away from the north owt could happen Janis: just fit in another girlfriend before your big gay coming out alright Janis: my rep can't deal with being the one that turns you Jimmy: do my best Jimmy: Whelan's bound to come through with a stop gap girlfriend for me to protect you Jimmy: crawling with my #type Janis: exactly Janis: and some of those trims are pretty severe, jus' sayin' Janis: last ammendment to the deal, I swear Jimmy: I'd give Mia the honors for her rep dent but I can't fake that for a second Jimmy: boyish figure or nah Jimmy: actually would be sick Jimmy: & not in a #bonding way Janis: there's boyish then there's starving african child Janis: you gotta be fucked yourself to ignore that Janis: it can't be nice Jimmy: don't I'm lightheaded Janis: #lightweight you mean Jimmy: if you're chatting 'bout yourself Janis: featherweight baby 🥊 Jimmy: I can drink you under the table & have Janis: only 'cos I let you Jimmy: bollocks Jimmy: any time & place Janis: bring it, boy Jimmy: double date night Jimmy: prove yourself or me right Janis: I'm always right Janis: so Jimmy: easy to say Jimmy: make it true Janis: 💪 Jimmy: 🏆 Jimmy: & come here Jimmy: I miss you Janis: [does, Grace is lucky she ain't been literally dropped at this point lads] Janis: you don't have to miss me Jimmy: but I do Janis: I'm all yours Janis: five minutes to get rid of her Jimmy: if I give you a hand it's 2 & a half Jimmy: come on Janis: 💕 such a good Dad Jimmy: piss off Jimmy: I'm a selfish dickhead, remember Jimmy: keep up Janis: perfect candidate then init Jimmy: 💕 Janis: not my way of saying I'm trapping you, don't worry Janis: save the 💔 attack Jimmy: do I look worried Jimmy: [is looking at her like 😍 kill me] Janis: [has to ignore that but like clearly dying] Janis: just your face, can't tell, tbh Jimmy: 💔💔 Jimmy: so brutal you Janis: says you Janis: no business making jokes like that whilst being so Jimmy: you're looking like that Jimmy: & telling me Jimmy: piss off Janis: you don't want me to really Jimmy: I really just want Jimmy: what? Janis: you want Janis: no Janis: you need me Jimmy: do I? Jimmy: [literally looking at her in so many sexy ways fuck me up] Janis: [makes noise without even touching like bye] Janis: yes Janis: badly Jimmy: maybe you're right Jimmy: just for right now Janis: right for right now works for me Jimmy: still gonna outdrink you but Janis: maybe under the table is where i wanna be Jimmy: & maybe I really wanna taste you first Jimmy: before Janis: let me win then Janis: just this once Jimmy: I'll let you do anything Jimmy: just this once Janis: don't say that Jimmy: go on Janis: Jimmy Jimmy: I said, go on Janis: [clasps around his neck and is whispering in his ear, voice strained 'cos help, 'there's so much I wanna do I don't know where to begin or how to'] Jimmy: [kisses her 'cos they a team bitch] Jimmy: let me help you then Janis: you're the best Janis: taste me like you really wanna Jimmy: [does 'cause no chill] Janis: is it Janis: it feels Janis: tell me how it is Jimmy: like Jimmy: I don't have no words for how Jimmy: fucking Janis: you're showing me Janis: if it's even half how you're making me Janis: then Jimmy: you're never half Jimmy: you're Janis: that Janis: when you just did that with your Janis: how did you Janis: fuck me Jimmy: [does it again 'cause forever that bitch obviously] Janis: [holding onto his hair] Janis: you can't Janis: this is Jimmy: I can't stop Jimmy: you know I can't Janis: but baby Janis: i'm gonna Jimmy: [keeps going 'cause that's the only 👍 we need lads] Janis: tell me it's okay Jimmy: [says it out loud 'cause again no chill where even are you two why don't you care?] Janis: [honestly let's hope you got Grace in the door and no one is lurking] Janis: you want me to don't you Jimmy: [enthusiastically shows her that he does want her to] Janis: [thank God she ain't with it enough to remember how loud this is] Janis: you're making me Janis: right here Janis: where even Janis: who even Janis: don't care Jimmy: it's alright Jimmy: I promise Janis: I trust you Janis: I wanna Janis: want to do this Jimmy: [carries on 'cause same] Janis: I wanna say your name 'til it stops making sense Jimmy: [tells her out loud that she should 'cause he's about it lbr] Janis: [does] Jimmy: [very happy responses to this] Janis: I wanna make you make more sounds Janis: [pulls down so she's on top, sat on his lap how they do but you know] Jimmy: [gets more sounds for that obvs] Janis: Good boy Jimmy: fuck Janis: Let me take care of you, baby Janis: [pushes him so he's laying back fully] Janis: relax Jimmy: I Jimmy: here then Janis: right here Janis: right now Janis: you said Jimmy: I did say Jimmy: alright Janis: you want it don't you Jimmy: [is loud 'cause yeah they got no chill & they aren't bothered] Janis: [goes harder 'cos that's a yes] Jimmy: [says her name 'cause that's many things] Janis: you know what it does to me Janis: when you say my name Janis: [shows him] Jimmy: [says it more 'cause he does know & is living for it bye] Janis: Jimmy are you gonna cum for me Jimmy: are you? Janis: you know I am Janis: I wanna make you right here Jimmy: so go on Jimmy: you know you can Jimmy: you are Janis: [goes all in like you know someone could walk in any moment yeah] Jimmy: [is being loud as if they aren't just doing this in a Cali house hallway 'cause damn] Janis: don't stop Jimmy: you don't Janis: promise Jimmy: [doesn't stop] Janis: stay Janis: for a bit Janis: okay Jimmy: okay Janis: I know you have to Janis: but Janis: want to Janis: least with me Jimmy: Baby Jimmy: I do want to Janis: okay Jimmy: [promises out loud 'cause he does want to] Janis: [kisses him 'til they finish 'cos shh] Jimmy: shit Janis: yeah Janis: that Jimmy: help me up Janis: [does] Janis: tempting as it is to have you all helpless, like Janis: you're too cute Jimmy: [gives her a little hug for a bit cos he's an affectionate soft boy] Jimmy: you Janis: you Jimmy: [hand holding for Winnie boy & also 'cause you can't stay here for ever get in that basement] Janis: 💕 Jimmy: 😍 Janis: you're gonna make me fall for you you know Jimmy: I should've warned you Jimmy: bit rude Janis: tbh Jimmy: it ain't too late Jimmy: there you are Jimmy: warned Janis: 😑 Janis: hmm Jimmy: what's that face for? Janis: tryna get out of the lawsuit Janis: not gonna work Jimmy: you're rich Jimmy: easy Janis: i'm suing you Janis: silly Jimmy: nah you can't Jimmy: this face? Janis: that's why you're getting sued Janis: you didn't warn me and it's all your fault Jimmy: no jury's having it Jimmy: right there in writing Jimmy: just did Janis: nuuh Janis: too late you don't get to decide Jimmy: if you love me you can't sue me Jimmy: come on Janis: maybe we can settle this outta court Janis: if you compensate me Jimmy: I'm just a poor boy Jimmy: but maybe Janis: work something out Jimmy: [picks her up and spins her round before kissing her 'cause cute nerd but boy you the same height & she's stronger than you, be careful] Janis: what was that for Jimmy: you're a nerd Jimmy: & I like you Janis: you too and me too Jimmy: 1. nah I'm 😎 Jimmy: 2. you love me Janis: minor details Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: you're so Janis: drunk? Janis: you forgetting grace Jimmy: yeah but Jimmy: not what I was gonna say Janis: you aren't gonna say it Janis: but that's okay Jimmy: don't challenge me Janis: I ain't Janis: only say what you wanna Jimmy: I just want you to know that Jimmy: you really fucking turned this day 'round Janis: good Janis: that makes me happy Janis: not 'cos it was shit to begin with or anything but Jimmy: [touches his eyebrow like he forgot about the whole thing] Jimmy: it don't hurt now Jimmy: & I don't feel shit Jimmy: anymore Janis: [moves his fingers, kissing the tips and then kissing where the cut is, very carefully] Janis: it's alright if it does or you do, not a one time offer of looking after you, you know Jimmy: [has to kiss her 'cause can't handle how fucking gentle that is, good day] Jimmy: how long? Janis: long as you're here Jimmy: but you know I can't stay Jimmy: not after tomorrow Janis: but I mean here like Janis: this town here Jimmy: & if I have to leave then it was just fake anyway, yeah Jimmy: that's what we're gonna say Jimmy: to each other Janis: you won't say nothing to me Janis: you'll just go Jimmy: no warning Jimmy: exactly Janis: yeah Jimmy: that's what people do Jimmy: so I can Jimmy: easy Janis: you will Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: like I was never here Janis: nah Janis: maybe for you, if you're lucky Janis: i don't know how that side works Jimmy: I don't reckon you feel lucky Jimmy: if you Jimmy: if you feel anything Janis: probably not Janis: but Janis: can pretend Jimmy: I told you, I don't want to pretend Jimmy: you're my real girlfriend so Janis: you don't have to Janis: people do, to make themselves feel better, that's all Jimmy: it don't Janis: I know Janis: for the benefit of everyone else Janis: playing to the audience Jimmy: don't do it Jimmy: okay Jimmy: just Janis: miss you forever? Jimmy: don't miss me ever Jimmy: you don't have to Jimmy: wherever I am Jimmy: I wanna be here Janis: I Janis: I'll try Janis: okay Jimmy: I Jimmy: Janis Jimmy: I'm Janis: Come on Janis: let's get in bed and just Janis: hold Janis: for a bit Jimmy: [holds onto her as they actually do walk finally 'cause loves it] Jimmy: alright

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in-paradox-space · 7 years ago

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when I'm high I'm able to realize nothing matters so I shouldn't worry about it. Shit doesn't always have to be bad, I can find happiness.

its been a long week and i have thoughts to purge.

When I'm not high I think about how everything is meaningless. We're tirelessly destroying the planet (probably) to keep our lives and expansion going but none of it matters. I am sad, empty and can't find reasons to be happy.

I think about a girl who I've only met twice in my life. She's not my type... If I even have a type. It hurts how much I want to be with her. I've stopped trying to make sense of it. I'm trying to ignore my feelings. Hoping one day the pain will stop. I'd go through so much pain if I knew I was guaranteed time with her at the end of it though. I spoke about her in September...

During my huge one week MDMA comedown which made me want to quit everything for good. It took a few weeks but I got over her. She was on my mind every second though. I couldn't make sense of it as I only met her once. I put it down to being very low after taking so much drugs and the fact that I literally never hang out with girls.

I put it down to that this time as well. 3 or 4 months later I got to meet her again. Last week, I went into town with two other friends. We met up with her there. I did coke for the first time that night too. Friday, December 15 2017 and the early hours the next day. I did coke. I almost got off with a 35 year old woman but my friends were there to stop me. We went to the girls house that night too. I sort of cuddled her while she slept but I was wide awake.

It was awkward but I was taking in the moment. The other two friends were in the same bed too. It was awkward. They was telling me to cuddle her. I would've never made that move myself. It felt like an arranged marraige. It was awkward because I knew she probably didn’t want me there but she kept saying its alright I can hold her.

In the end I just sat by myself, on my phone, wide awake, almost the last of my cough syrup, cocaine and too much booze slurring my mind left to right, while the others slept. We left at 10amish, went back to my friends house.

Last night. Two days ago. Wednesday. The girl and those two friends went into town again, but I was at my dads place so I didn't come along. Real shit if I knew she was there I might have just got a train that day. Maybe it was best I didn't. So my good bro, uhhhhh they all did MD, not a lot but they blacked out because they was drinking.

I need to stop going into so much detail here. I just feel like I'll read back on these in a few years and I don't want to forget. Why does it matter though?

Well, the girl I like said that my bro was making moves on her and probably fucked her that night. His gf was there too. Nobody remembers so nobody is really viable here.

(switching from mobile to PC typing here)

The girl seems to remember¿

well I think my friend and his gf are probably gonna break up for good. My friends pretty unstable right now.

I was planning on spending a nice night with a different friend, who would never get himself into this kind of mess, he's having a lot of people round and I wanted to be there.

I'm probably gonna be in a hospital waiting room with my friend the whole night though. Being alone right now can't be good for him. Being alone is painful for me right now. I used to like it.

so how do i feel about this?

a little imbalanced. a lot of different feelings.

I slept a full day after the coce.

I came down hard. My liver has been having some problems so I’m stopping drinking for good.

Had a funeral on the Monday. My grandmothers.

It’s sad to see her go.

It was a hopeful funeral though. A lot of tears but she knew how to turn a bad thing into a good thing. There was that feeling there. Surrounded by good family with good intentions and bad pasts.

Went to my fathers, on the other side of the country, later that day.

I’ve been so depressed there. In that wintery void.

I’ve been getting fevers and illnesses, likely from my liver. Nausea, fatigue, headaches, loss of appetite, unfortunately no weight loss (typical).

I had way too much of being isolated and alone on wednesday.

I came back yesterday. Was so depressed in the morning but I saw my friends. Had two joints with my bro which I mentioned before. I very rarely smoke weed. It was cool. I felt great.

Then the drama unfolded. My friend and his gf started arguing like fucking crazy. I was sat there for two hours extremely stoned and panicked by the screaming. I wanted to leave. His gf was telling me not to. Partly out of an awkward politeness, partly because she didn’t want my bro to be alone after the breakup because he’s usually unstable after they argue.

I left, went home, there was no electricity. Had to wait until today until I got more. Just slept in the dark.

I’ve been doing nofap for the past 3 weeks. Dying of liver failure (exaggeration) has made it easier because I really don’t have much libido.

I keep having wet dreams though. It’s common when you don’t fap, you just kinda let loose in your dreams.

They’re really inconvenient though because I have to change my underwear and shower.

I usually wear the same underwear for 3 days until I shower.

I wash my clothes like once every 2 weeks.

I had to wear an old pair of underwear last night.

A lot of people do but nobody ever really talks about it.

Now. Friday.

A lot went down in the past week.

I’ve been thinking about that girl every minute of the past week. Really fucking sad because I don’t have her.

There’s nothing going on in my life really.

I’m not making it out like that isn’t my fault for not actively making sure I have something to occupy me. That’s just how it is.

I’m gonna find work next year so I’m occupying myself with something, getting outside. This sad, empty loneliness is too much.

The fact that being around one girl for one night makes me think of her for the weeks ahead is just an eyeopener

I really need to get out more

I need to interact with more people

obviously I don’t really feel for that girl and no other girl

its just the fact that I was with her that night, along with the fact my serotonin is low and looking for a pick me up after the drugs and I have no other females on my mind to turn to

i have female friends yes but not IRL, I don’t really get feelings for them

I’m sick of the sadness.

I want to stop drugs. I have stopped codeine. I really have. I have no way to get more codeine other than CWE cocodomol pills which can be laborious to supply.

I haven’t touched it in weeks, other than 3 days where I kept overdosing just to feel high, the 3 days before the 15th.

I stopped for a week before then, went through the physical withdrawal.

I gave all the pills to my friend. They’re too expensive to just flush and I want to take them to America because people there appreciate it for more than just a painkiller.

This lifestyle.

It’s harming me in so many ways.

I want to find real sources of happiness. Not short term fixes.

I want to find my rat park.

During the sadness and isolation from friends (my dads place) I just wanted to be high

I just

I was so sad

I rarely smoke weed but I smoked it yesterday

because I wanted to remember what it was like when the sadness didn’t hurt or disconnect you.

It doesn’t hurt as much today as I’m not as under-stimulated.

I want to repair my liver. I’ve always had liver problems but I didn’t realize how seriously it was getting until recently.

The heavy drinking and daily codeine overdoses (300mg-520mg at a time) have been killing it off. I’ve been high on painkillers every day so I didn’t notice the liver pains.

I hope it’s not permanent. I’m getting symptoms of liver damage still but the liver pains have stopped.

and yeah

its hard but I’m stopping drugs

If i continue, I will come to a point when it isn’t a choice and it will be even harder

I’m planning to save up and do a big fucking sesh in january or february then not do drugs again except for maybe the occasional xtc every few months, or acid if i ever get the chance

i was going to invite the guys i went with on friday but they’ve all fallen out (probably) because of the drama

Februaryish, imma invite the girl out on the weekend

hopefully shes still single

we’ll get high if she even says yes, idk if she will. she has reasons to and reasons not to.

I’ll just tell her, I think shes awesome and I want to see her more.

She was never mine anyway. If this scares her away, so be it. I got over her last time, I’ll do it this time and I’ll do it again.

I have nothing to lose.

I think she just wants meaningless sex and drunken nights though.

I thought I wanted that but I don’t.

All I care about is being happy with friends.

Talking about random shit, often shitfaced, all night.

Whenever I get a chance with girls, I feel uncomfortable at the thought of it.

I don’t want to fuck girls. I am attracted to them but idk

i would rather just spend time with them

will I be like this forever

I know it isnt normal

I do sometimes make out with people I don’t know. guys or girls

but if I get to know them at all it throws me off

Like, they’re not anonymous, there’s a name to the face now, they know who I am.

I feel like there’s a witness to it, even if it’s only them

and I mainly associate shame, not pleasure, with sex.

Then there’s a witness to validate the shame.

I like this girl.

I had chances to make moves. I didn’t want to.

It’s like, if I do then it’s final. It’s a one night fling and nothing more. I also may have scared her away. I’m so ugly recently and I doubt she would’ve been into me then.

I was so happy just talking with her, fuckfaced, about everything.

It felt like I had a new IRL friend. I just want to talk with her

I wanted to be able to see her again.

If I did anything, even a kiss, with her that night then I’d feel ashamed whenever I thought about it.

Then the memory of her would be tainted.

she was high though

I doubt shes interested in me at all

but fuck it

after I’m over her, I can look at her objectively again

she’s just another regular young girl/woman

which isnt a bad thing

but it means I can look at her clearly, without all these feelings clouding my vision.

then every weekend

I’ll make plans with people, just so I can invite her out too

‘hey im gonna be in town with some friends this weekend, do u wanna come along we need more people’

sure, it’ll be weird

but the offer of free cocaine must take her fancy one night

and thats it

I’ll act like the world is ending

we’ll have a good time

and I’ll talk about what’s been eating me up for over half a year

Sure, I might get rejected but it must be easier than just carrying on, knowing she will go her separate way when it could have been.

I need closure. I don’t even think she’s the one or see a future with her, although that’d be great too.

I just want to go out with her for a few weeks, maybe half a year or so. then we both lose interest in each other, she dumps me

BUT I’LL HAVE CLOSURE THEN. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DONE. MY FEELINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN PURGED. I USED TO BE HEARTLESS; IMMUNE TO THESE FEELINGS! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?

I’m not gonna say ooo i love you, or anything

I’m not gonna ask her out

I’ll just say I really fucking like her, I think she’s great and I’d love to be able to see you often.

something like that

she can say whatever she thinks

probably that its weird i invited her out after all the drama that happened with my friends yesterday(current tense, as im typing this)

At least I will know then.

Man, I hope she doesn’t have someone by then but I won’t be surprised if she does.

so today

christmas is a good time isn’t it?

for me its lonely.

everything stops.

winter is already sad enough.

everyone wants to be with family, but the only day ill be with family is christmas day itself

im glad i get to be with my friends today, that was a nice surprise,

although i might have to leave to be with josh so that he doesnt hurt himself.

oops. mentioned his name, his anonymity has been erased. voila.

ive been typing my thoughts her for like an hour

a lot of shit I forgot to mention

but yeah

i need to do a lot of shit which ive been putting off

shower, wash my clothes, pay for electricity, go to my friends. im currently on emergency credit and i only remembered that was a thing an hour ago. after i slept in the dark.

I feel sad that I’ll probably not be with her, but in time that will pass.

I feel sad because winter is coming, i have nothing to occupy my time.

this will all pass in time, it hurts now, but I will feel happy again soon enough.

hang in there

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