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baby fever, part 2 [remus lupin x reader]

”You see yourself?" he asked. "Take it in. Anyone who wouldn't want to kiss you silly must be blind.

"And," he said, pressing his lips to the sweet spot at the juncture of your neck. "I've heard what you sound like getting fucked. So you'll have to forgive my enthusiasm."

tags: smut, marauders era, nsft, friends with benefits (with feelings), fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, they fuck in a bathroom is that like a specific warning (among other places) [9.8k

note: this comes with a huge huge huge thank you to everyone who read baby fever and who requested this second part. so thank you!

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You tucked your number, scrawled hastily on the back of a receipt for chapstick and blister plasters from the pharmacist, in Remus' front pocket and prayed to god he might call you.

Not just because he was, as James Potter testified, good in bed, but because he was interesting and handsome and he seemed to like you. Some days you were sure the latter was enough to make you like anyone.

Plus, he was a Marauder. Sure, that was a school thing, years ago now, but it didn't take away from how that made you feel. You'd slept with a marauder! If the girls at school could see you now they wouldn't believe it.

It was possibly a silly thing to feel smug about, as being a marauder was hardly the most interesting thing about Remus. You thought back to your school days, bursting full of life and busyness and fun, and how the marauders had felt like a club nobody could get in.

That's what always puzzled you about Lily Potter. She was a good friend, you just couldn't understand how she could have James Potter chase after her for years and not bat an eyelash. If one of the marauders had been trying it on with you in school, you would've fell into his arms no questions asked. Perhaps you'd think love of anyone who chased you.

Besides Xenophilius and his odd gifts and letters you construed as friendliness, you weren't sure you could remember a time when a guy actively chased you and made you feel wanted. You'd always been the one gathering courage to confess, never getting confessed to.

Well, Remus hadn't confessed, but he'd fucked you. He must like you a little.

The idea of someone being attracted to you was dizzying by itself. Remus bloody Lupin had flirted with you, seduced you, kissed you like you were the only girl on earth.

Days passed. The reality that you were not the only girl on earth set in. You began to overthink - what if it had been nothing special to him? Maybe you were a bad fuck, did something annoying. Perhaps he'd simply been in the mood and you'd been there.

Remus wasn't like that, you told yourself. He probably just viewed the whole thing as something casual. And it was. You hadn't declared your love for each other! You hadn't really fancied him until you realised you could.

You were friends, you'd had sex. Maybe that was enough for him.

You were okay with that and although you'd foolishly convinced yourself it might be the start of something fun, it was definitely okay for him to move on with his life.

But a telephone call would be nice.

You were splayed out on your sofa, freshly showered in a camisole and no pants, when there was a knock on the door.

You sighed. You were half way through a clementine, manuscript pages waiting to be (roughly) copyedited scattering the sofa and your lap and the floor. It was hardly a convenient time for Poppy to come see you.

"Yeah!" you called, clambering to your feet. "Two seconds!'

Your hands were sticky with pith and you could feel clementine juice at the corners of your mouth. You opened the door without looking, standing back so that poppy could come in.

"I thought you wouldn't be around till tomorrow," you said, wiping your mouth with the side of your hand.

"Expecting someone else?"

You froze.

Remus grinned at you, though he was quickly discouraged by a new thin scar close to his mouth.

"Ah," you chuckled weekly. "Two more seconds?"

You half shut the door so that he couldn't see your half nakedness anymore, scrambling to find something suitable on your coat rack. The best thing there was a worn, brown zip up jacket. It would have to do, covering your mid thigh.

You opened the door again.

"I'm so sorry," you said, grimacing apologetically. "I thought you were Poppy."

"Don't be! Please, I showed up unannounced. It's my fault."

You shook your head in disagreement. "Come in, please."

He did. You lead him down the hall and into your sitting room, messy as you left it. He glanced around politely as if it were squeaky clean.

You rushed to clear off somewhere he could sit, muddling up the loose manuscript pages in a way that would take ages to sort through later. You suddenly remembered your state of undress and how you'd just likely exposed your underwear to Remus for the second time in as many minutes, bolting upwards so quickly your neck clicked.

"Tea?" you asked, flushing. You made for the kitchen before he could say yes.

Your hands were shaking with embarrassment. The cups clicked together when you took them down and you giggled madly to yourself.

Remus was here, in your flat. You didn't let yourself guess why, too afraid of raising your own hopes up.

You could barely hear anything over the sound of the whining kettle and your own heartbeat in your ears. A warm hand on your arm was enough to startle you, flinching round.

"Remus! Sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come through."

He gifted you an easy-going smile. "You want help?"

He took the mugs out of your hands. You hadn't realised you were still holding them. You kicked yourself, wondering if there was a third way you could embarrass yourself today.

He made making tea look like an art.

"I'm sorry I didn't call. I actually came because I lost your number, and I thought showing up might look a bit more genuine."

"Oh! Oh, that's okay. You didn't have to come here, or even phone me. I don't expect anything from you," you said, trying your best to push niceness and nonchalance into your tone.

He offered your mug to you. You spooned two teaspoons of sugar inside.

"I wanted to phone you."

You bit back a smile.

"I would've come before, but uh - I was a bit ill."

"Are you alright?" you asked in concern.

"I'm fine," he assured you, sipping his tea. "I just didn't want you to think I didn't want to see you again."

"You want to see me again?"

He raised his eyebrows, "I'm seeing you right now."

"I'm sorry about the mess," you said suddenly, nervous now that he was definitely flirting again.

"You should see my place," he said. You laughed.

You were extremely aware of your legs on show and how silly you probably looked with your dirty white ankle socks and your girl boxers, your half dry hair and your rumpled jacket.

He didn't seem to notice any of this. He looked tired today, like he hadn't seen the sun for a few days, dark circles under his eyes. His sandy brown hair was ruffled every which way, his t-shirt, slate grey with short sleeves, had a hole near the neckline.

"You look tired," you said, hoping you didn't sound rude. "You want to sit down?"

"Do you mind?"

"No, of course not."

The kitchen table was a lost cause, half buried in letters and cold calls, a crate of bottled water and a plant you weren't ever good at taking care of so you directed him back into the living room.

The sofa was only a two seater. You put your tea down to finish clearing off the mess you'd made, almost dropping the whole lot.

When you'd finished, you sat down next to Remus, leaving a respectable distance between you, crossing your legs.. Well, as respectable as you could get on your small sofa.

"How's the book coming?" he asked.

You groaned. "It's fine. Ish. The final draft was done but it got focus grouped and - mm. It's stupid."

"It's not. I wanna hear it."

You held your tea in your lap with both hands, welcoming the warmth. "The feedback wasn't what I was expecting."

"How come?"

You blushed, deciding you'd told him too much to backtrack. "A lot of people didn't like the romance. Said it was predictable and boring."

"Just because something's predictable doesn't mean it's bad," he said. "Was all the feedback like that?"

"Mostly."

"I can't see why predictability would be a problem. Isn't it a sign that you've told the whole story, laid out everything nicely?"

You were more than thankful for this charity he was extending you. You couldn't help yourself from looking down at your hands, bashful at the compliment.

"Thank you," you said. "That makes me feel better."

"You'll have to let me read it, any day now."

"You're welcome to a manuscript. They're a pain, though."

"I'll take it however I can get it, I'm not fussy."

You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"You're worse than James," he said.

You gasped. "Take that back!"

"No, I don't think I will."

"So mean," you mumbled. You pushed a hand down between your legs to cover any appearance of your underwear and prayed he didn't notice. "Have you seen Sirius at all lately? He stopped sending me postcards."

"He came to see me when I was ill," he admitted sheepishly. "I think he's grounded for a bit. Euphemia didn't like his story about the Liverpuddlians."

A laugh burst from you. "Who told her that?"

"He did! Idiot." His eyes almost glowed when he laughed, bright and stunning. You followed the line of his lips, the scar from the corner of his mouth across the bridge of his nose and up through his eyebrow.

He didn't care, watching you watch him as though it were the most natural thing on earth, his head tilting to the side in bemusement.

"What?" he asked.

"You have a new one," you short-circuited, instantly turning from him in shame. "Oh Remus, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Forgive me.” You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth.

He put his cup of tea down. "It's alright. I get it. They're hard not to notice."

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter. I wasn't thinking," you extended your hand as though to touch his hand, thinking better of it in the end. "Sorry."

He grabbed your hand, squishing your fingers. "It's fine, I mean it. It would be stupid of me to get upset about them now."

You flexed your fingers in his hand, startled.

You couldn't help but wonder what the scars were from in the first place - honestly, when you were young you thought he'd been attacked by a wild animal and as you got older you'd assumed it was a mental health issue.

You weren't sure what you thought about them now, but you felt terrible for bringing it up.

He took his hand back before you could think of something to fill the gap.

"I can't stay long, I promised James I'd help out with Harry's frog garden. But uh- could I get your number, again? Sorry."

"Oh! Sure thing." You sprang to your feet. The cold was giving you goosebumps, your legs like gooseflesh. You spotted your discarded biro by the sofa and grabbed a sheet of the manuscript that didn't look all that important, taking care to write your number as legibly as possible.

You drew a miniscule heart in place of a full stop.

"Here," you said.

He folded it into a neat square and tucked it into his wallet.

"Thanks for the tea," he said. You followed him down the hall and watched him open the door, a little crushed. You hadn't expected much, but still.

You were a hopeless romantic that had found herself trapped in a friend's with benefits situation with the most charming, intelligent and handsome guy you'd ever met. What misfortune.

He kissed your cheek in goodbye.

You had to lean against the doorway for a solid ten minutes after he left, fingertips pressed to the ghost of his mouth.

He called a week and a half before Lily's birthday.

The only people who had your number were Poppy, Guenivere and your family, who rarely called, so you answered hoping it was him.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N. It's Remus. I'm just calling to ask if you'll be at Lily's birthday?"

"Hi! Uh," you had not been invited to Lily's birthday party yet. "I'm not sure."

"Oh, that's too bad. Could I see you before then?"

You clutched the red, shiny plastic earpiece to your mouth trying not to breathe overly loudly. "That would be nice. When are you free?"

"This Friday?"

"That's good for me. I'm free whenever," you laughed to yourself nervously. "Yeah, I'm free."

"Okay, Friday it is. You want to meet at the Leaky Cauldron, 7PM?"

"Yeah, yeah that's fine. Hey, you sound better. How are you feeling?"

"I'm good! Great, even. Thanks. How's the manuscript?"

"Terrible," you said, "you won't believe the spelling mistakes I've made, three drafts in…"

Friday, you were front and centre at the Leaky Cauldron, feeling immaculately clean. You'd shaved your entire body, moisturised every inch of skin, even found a perfume that was said to make a guy like you more.

You'd painted your nails fresh, a sheer jelly pink and a glossy top coat. You'd clipped every cuticle, filed every nail to a perfect almond point.

You'd bought a new pair of shoes.

You seriously wanted to get laid, exclusively by Remus Lupin.

The weather in London was just as cold as you'd expected for the time of year. You'd taken liberties for this. Even though you wanted to come across as spontaneous and fun, you didn't want hypothermia.

You'd inspected your face for hours in the mirror last night, using creams and toners and serums and moisturisers and oils, tweezing stray hairs and icing spots that wanted to come out.

And your hair - you'd bought five different magazines, trying hair tutorials you barely understood. You'd messed up so many times that you ended up washing it again to straighten and forget about, which in itself took a long time. Then you'd rubbed oil through the tips until it looked sleek and shiny.

You felt like a poster girl. It was a nice feeling, for once feeling as though you looked how you felt on the inside.

You rocked on the heels of your feet, ducked under the awning to hide from the rain.

Remus was running late (you hoped). If he stood you up you might never recover.

It was 7.21PM. Was 20 minutes too long to wait for someone? You could feel your heart sinking with every minute that went on. Had you come on too strongly? Was this his way of letting you down? You fiddled with the zip on your purse, trying not to cry.

The time creeped on. When it got to 7.30PM, you told yourself it was the least pathetic thing to do if you left now. Waiting any longer was like drawing out the inevitable. You held your face up to the sky and sniffled, willing the tears back in.

He could be mortally injured, or he could've forgotten. There's no need for it to be personal, you thought, trudging back the disapparation point, face twisted with a frown.

The sound of harsh footfall on the slick pavement prompted you to look up. Remus was weaving through people, almost shoving, trying to get through. When he realised you were watching him he lost the urgency, though he still looked stressed out.

"Y/N," he said, stopping a foot away. "I'm so sorry. Truly." Even apologising he looked unfathomably attractive, chest heaving. You felt as though your eyes were the shape of hearts, blushing at his open mouth.

"Oh, that's okay. I'm just so relieved, I thought you were standing me up," you said, voice still weak from the tears you'd held back.

"I wouldn't," he said. "God, you look cold."

You were shivering. He wrapped a long arm around your shoulders.

"I'm really sorry, I was fixing that stupid fucking fountain for James' toad Palace and we didn't have a clock out there. Have you been out here all this time?”

"No!" you lied instantly. "I was a bit late myself. Not long at all."

"Thank godric," he said, steering you back under the cover from rain. "I wouldn't stand you up, you're much too pretty to mess around."

"You only mess around the uggos?"

His laugh was almost a whoop. "No, of course not."

You grinned, please to have made him laugh. He shouldered the Leaky Cauldron door open and nudged you inside. Your hair was frizzy from the rain.

The inside of the Cauldron was dismal as usual though surprisingly busy and loud, full of wizards who looked much older and resident drunks. The wireless was blaring a song you'd never heard.. You weren't sure where to sit, deliberating between a booth and a little table. Remus rested his hand in the space between your shoulder blades and walked you to the booth.

"Drink?"

"I'll have whatever you have," you said, smiling. You worried you were smiling too much, then remembered he'd already fucked you. It was hardly a time for bashfulness.

When he walked off, you rushed to find the mini compact in your pocket, checking your hair and make up in the mirror. You looked fine, if a little weather worn. You sighed in relief, shrugging your coat off and placing your purse on the table, a little desaturated green clutch that had a false front, hearts embossed deep in the fabric of the fake leather.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you somewhere nicer," Remus began, setting a drink down in front of you. He put his own down and took off his coat. "If I'm honest, I don't know where's cool nowadays. Not that I've ever known where's cool, actually."

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "I wouldn't know where to go either, it's okay."

"And after I walked in on you last time I thought it might be kinder to actually ask you somewhere. I'm still sorry about that, by the way."

You blushed. "Yes, well. It's not like you hadn't seen it before."

"Right," he said, leaning forward on his forearms, head dipping down to talk to you. "Did you want food?"

"I'm not that hungry. Did you?"

"From here?" he laughed. "No. Never in a million years."

He pushed a hand into his pocket searchingly before procuring a single flower, a perfect flower. It was a rose, violet in colour, not a single thorn on its stem.

"Here, for you."

You were careful, though you suspected caution was needless and that he'd charmed it to stay healthy and uncrushed.

"It has an interesting meaning."

"Yeah? And what's that?" you asked.

His tone changed. "It means puppy love."

You felt the words in your abdomen as though he'd pressed a hand there. You twirled the rose between your fingers before setting it down gently on the table.

"I didn't bring you anything," you said lowly.

"Are you joking? You've seen yourself today, right? I'm okay with just one gift, thanks."

"Shut up," you said, feeling your skin heat up at the compliments.

"I don't think so. Here, pass me your compact."

You slid it over. He opened it up with a click and turned it so that you were looking at yourself. "Aren't you the sweetest thing you've ever seen? All dolled up."

"Remus…"

"If you don't see it yourself I'll look at you enough for both of us."

"Only looking, hmm?" you said, though you were shy enough that it came out a whisper.

"What was that?" he asked, though you were sure he'd heard.

"I said," you swallowed. "I said, are you only looking?"

"Are you finished with your drink?" he asked instead.

You sipped again. "No."

His perfect white teeth made an appearance. "No?"

"I was actually thinking I need to use the bathroom."

"You do, do you?"

You nodded solemnly, picking up your coat and purse. You couldn't look at him as you walked away, entering the bathroom without locking it behind you. It was a closed bathroom, gender neutral, a big mirror against the wall. It was brilliantly clean thanks to the sanitation spells of modernity, but you still spelled the general surfaces for good measure.

You dropped your coat and purse on the floor under the sink counter, wiping your damp hands in your legs.

Nerves wracked you. What if he wasn't flirting at all? Just being nice? The longer you stood there the more you worried. You always did this.

You went to grab the handle when it turned under your hand.

Remus pushed the door open, kicking it shut none too gently behind him and grabbing your face with both hands. You gasped, moving backwards, and he followed you, covering your lips with his, soft if a little chapped against yours. Your lip gloss was sticky.

"Lock the door," you said.

He chuckled, pulling the wand from his sleeve and shooting a non-verbal command at it, and a second for good measure.

You asked him what it was.

"A silencing charm," he said, like it didn't make you weak at the knees. He deepened his kiss, hands travelling every which way. You leaned back to compensate for how eager he was.

"Someone's eager," you teased.

He laughed at you, spinning you around so that you were facing the mirror. He stood behind you, one hand coming up to tangle in the hair at the side of your neck. His other hand rested in the curve of your hip.

"You see yourself?" he asked. "Take it in. Anyone who wouldn't want to kiss you silly must be blind."

"And," he said, pressing his lips to the sweet spot at the juncture of your neck. "I've heard what you sound like getting fucked. So you'll have to forgive my enthusiasm."

You clenched your thighs together, tilting your head to give him better access.

The sight of you both in the mirror was pornographic. Tremors ran through your hands.

"Are you okay with this?"

"With what?" you stumbled over the words.

"My fucking you in a bathroom."

"Is that what we're doing?"

"I'd hope so," he said, the words sending vibrations that you felt in your jaw.

"I led you in here, didn't I?"

"I would've liked to buy you dinner first."

"Such a gentleman, next you'll be-" you stopped, his hand having finally slipped under the waistband of your trousers, no preamble, tracing a loop up and down your slit.

"I'll be what? Oh…" he murmured, pushing your underwear to one side. "Making a mess already? You're so cute."

You watched his face in the mirror, watched his hand travel from your neck to your breasts

"Speak up, I can't hear you."

"You're bullying me," you said, with no clue what to do with your hands.

"Look," he said, straightening your head. "Look at yourself. You think you need to bring me a present? You're delusional."

He did this last time, filling your head up with praise and pretty words until you were putty in his hands. He pulled his hand out of your underwear, bringing it up to your mouth. "Open?"

You shook your head, giggling. "You're so dirty."

He pushed your hair back with both hands, tucking it behind your ears, the wet of you smearing into your skin. "Perfect."

You turned your head, seeking out his kisses again. He gave in. You knew that you shouldn't beg for such affections, you weren't his girl, but he gave it to you anyways and you couldn't make yourself stop.

He sat you up on the sink counter. The feeling of being lifted so effortlessly would've made you wet if you weren't already there, feeling instantly mad for him. You found yourself running your hands down his arms if only to feel the lean muscle beneath.

You were squished up against the mirror, neck craned uncomfortably.

He fiddled with the button on your trousers, pulling them down and folding them with as much care as he could without slowing down.

He pulled your back to slide down until you were right at the edge. Your legs dangled over the edge unceremoniously, your feet at least 5 inches from the ground. You swung them there, mouth dry watching him unbutton his own pants.

"I don't know if you'll believe me," he said, pumping his dick in his hand, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. "But you're stunning like this, all flushed and trembling."

"I'm trembling cos I'm scared for my life," you half-joked, eyeing him up. He hadn't seemed so big in the dark. "You're too big."

He pulled your underwear down to your knees, using a fingertip to push a line of slick back into you. His hands grabbed your knees, holding your legs up to push the tips of your thighs against your stomach.

"Now how can that be-" he paused, lining his dick up to your opening, "-when you fit me so perfectly last time?" He stretched you open.

Despite the wetness, it was a tight fit at first. You let out an unholy sound, reaching down to press circles in your clit.

He splayed you open with his hands, watching closely as you constricted around his dick.

"Is that okay?"

"Yep. Yep." Even to yourself you could tell your voice was strained. He pulled out, rubbing up and down against your entrance.

He swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own, pad of his thumb rubbing rapid, unforgiving circles. He used his fingers to stretch you out, gently, slowly, adding a third to your great delight.

"You don't have to-"

"I do." He opened his fingers inside you, pushing deep, deeper.

"I feel like I'm gonna pee," you protested.

"You won't," he chuckled.

"But what if I do!?"

"If you pee, you pee. Now shush."

You rolled your hips onto his fingers. "Go deeper."

"How long do you think my fingers are?" he asked, though he tried his best regardless, curling up into the spot that made you feel like jelly. You were trying your best to fuck back onto his fingers, a discordant rhythm, panting with effort.

You could feel your orgasm building and you writhed. "Stop stop stop. I want you inside when I- when-"

He pulled his fingers out, tutting. The feeling receded a bit and you sighed in relief, able to move your hips without fear of pushing your high too far.

"Such a needy thing," he said. "Okay, dove, let's try again."

Dove, he'd called you. You covered your eyes with a hand and bit your lip to stop from saying something embarrassing.

It was a strange thing to feel him pressing in but not see it. It was definitely easier this time around, Remus almost to the hilt. He was quick to find a pace that pleased you both, his hips doing most of the work. You anchored yourself to him with your hands grasping his forearms, his hands on your waist. He began pulling you onto him, your head bobbing up and down the wall.

He wrapped his arms around the back of your head, your left leg dangling uselessly, right pushed up to your chest. You felt like he was in your stomach, glancing down between you, watching him fuck you with wide eyes. He followed your eyes.

“I feel so full,” you whimpered.

He pressed his hand into your lower abdomen, grinning at the feeling of his own thrusts. It was the dirtiest thing a guy had ever done to you, you decided. It was ruination.

“Remus,” you said, intending to finish but losing the nerve.

“What?” he asked, slowing down momentarily.

You whined. “Harder please.”

“Please? So polite. I guess I have to,” he said, smiling devilishly. He knew how much power he had over your pleasure, then, knew that he could get away with being smug.

He pulled back all the way before rocking in, and you felt as though you could burst into tears from the pleasure of it. It was overwhelming, addictive. You begged him to do it again, the counter pressing into your back so hard you knew there’d be lines left behind when you managed to stand again.

Every thrust pulled a too-loud moan from you, especially as the sheer force was accompanied by a change in speed. It got to the point where you felt like you hadn’t even begun to recover from the thrust when a new one rocked it. Your moans began to merge into one long string of sound, babbling and begging him to keep going.

“You like this, don’t you bub? I can just see it on your face,” he teased, thumb stroking the skin of your cheek, wiping away the first signs of tears.

He was breathing hard, encompassing each one of your senses. You could feel him, smell him - sandalwood and fresh linen and maybe something salty. You knew if you touched yourself at all it would end in your undoing. Remus looked at you like he could read your mind, maybe he could, and it took seconds of him stirring circles at your centre for you to cry out and clamp down around him, arms pulling his chest to your face.

Remus wrapped his arms fully around your neck and head as though bracing for impact and thrust into you at a pace that refused to slow despite your contractions. You tried to pay attention, tried to stroke your hands through his hair. The stimulation drew tears from you, and you found yourself pleading, half incomprehensible.

“You’ll come in me, won’t you Remus? Please, please, please.”

He shouted, something that could’ve been your name, slamming right to the hilt.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his cum filling you up. He was exhausted, understandably, burying his face in the side of your neck and breathing you in hard.

“You shouldn’t ask me to do that,” he sighed, nestling his face into your skin.

“Why not?”

He shook his head and turned to peck your sternum. You pushed your leg from between you both to lie flat, feeling ridiculous, like a rag doll.

He kissed your skin once more before standing up, buttoning his trousers up with an expert hand. He’d definitely done this before.

He retrieved some toilet paper and attempted to wipe up some of the mess that you could feel leaking out of you. You rolled your eyes at his antics, pulling your underwear up and dropping down onto the floor. You almost fell from the weakness in your legs. He smoothed your hair down, pulling your shirt from where it had ridden up, smarting you up again.

“Beautiful,” he said, leaning against the counter and pulling you to his side. “You okay?”

You looked up to his face and offered him a woozy, blissful smile, teeth and all.

That night, Remus force-fed you dinner at Chinese food buffet and walked you all the way to the door of your flat. He kissed you goodnight.

The next morning he called you and asked how you felt.

“My legs hurt,” you moaned.

“Sorry, Y/N.”

“I asked for it.”

You chatted about amicable things and also things you were ashamed to say over the phone.

“You’ll be at Lily’s party, won’t you?”

“Remus, I haven’t actually been invited.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you said, trying to sound unaffected.

“I'll call you back.”

He called you back 20 minutes later.

“Guess whose job it was to send out invitations?”

“Not yours, I hope.”

“How could you think so little of me? No, it was Sirius’. See you at Godric’s Hollow, 8pm sharp, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, wincing at your too-happy tone.

“Alright, talk to you then?”

“Yes. Oh - Remus. Uh, what do I wear?

“Whatever you like. You’d look good in a plastic bag.”

You blushed. “Thanks, but I really need an idea.”

“The silk slip could make a reappearance.”

“You’re no help. Bye, Remus.”

You clicked the phone down into the receiver hard and tried to wipe the smile from your mouth.

You ended up wearing a satin, burgundy dress with lace trimmings at the neck that exposed a diamond of skin just below your breasts. It came to your knees with a slit up one side that exposed the few inches of thigh below your underwear. It covered much more of your chest and neck than the dress Remus favoured, which was necessary with the January cold.

You also decided to swap the kitten heels for tights and chunky heel platform boots, leather effect, that zipped at the sides and clung to your calves. It took you 45 minutes and a hairdryer to get them on. You weren’t sure how you felt about them but had run out of time to change.

You tried to call Remus before you left, overthinking. You still hadn’t received an invitation. If Lily didn’t want you there you’d probably burst into flames on the spot. It went to answering machine. You hung up.

You messed with your hair, brushing your curls out with your fingers. They’d fall out before you got there at this rate. You sprayed an extra coating of hairspray over it and then rubbed perfume in the skin behind your ears.

It wouldn’t do any good worrying. You just had to go.

You disapparated and realised you’d forgotten your jacket. The lane down to James and Lily’s house wasn’t long but you were still cold as ice by the time you got there, crossing your arms over your chest.

The lights were on, seeping out the blinds and spilling on the pavement. You could hear laughter and chattering drift through the open window, Sirius’ dulcet, familiar laughter ringing out above the wind roaring in your ears. You hesitated at the door, looking down at your outfit and feeling silly. Were you overdressed? Under? Sirius would be dressed to the nines if no one else, so maybe you shouldn’t worry.

The door flew open.

You flinched back. James grinned at you, bouncing baby Harry on his hip. “McKinnon! I could almost feel you having heart palpitations on my porch.”

“You saw me through the window.”

“That I did! Come in, come in. Oh, you look awesome. You and Lily have similar taste!” he complimented.

You stepped delicately over his threshold, boots loud against their hardwood flooring. Harry was babbling happily, reaching out his hands. You babbled back, offering your finger for him to hold in his tiny palm.

“He’s happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see him,” you said in baby-voice. “He’s gotten more lovely since last time.”

“He’s an image of me, of course.”

“Yes he is,” you cooed. “Lovely baby Harry. You are just the cutest thing.”

“You want to hold him?”

“Can I?”

You held your hands out. Harry was more than happy to see you, helping himself to a handful of your hair. You held him close to your chest.

“Oh, you remember,” you said, delighted even as you felt the hair detach from your head.

“Sorry,” James said, pulling your hair free from Harry’s little hands. “We’re working on it.”

“Is Marlene here?”

“The kitchen, vying for Sirius’ affection.”

You pushed the soft, thick hair out of Harry’s eyes. “She’ll get him one day.”

“Maybe. He’s trying to seduce the guy from the farmers market this week.”

“What a harlot,” you said. Harry giggled. “You understand what I’m saying, of course.”

“Talking of harlots… I heard a rumour you saw my Moony this week.”

“I saw lots of him,” you said.

“Stop using that voice, I’m trying to have an adult conversation.”

“You’re trying to make me embarrassed.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. Let me bond with your baby.”

“At least sit down, you’re almost as tall as me with those shoes.”

“You don’t like them?” you asked, following him through the hall and into the living room. It was mostly quiet, Lily’s friends from school scattered through the room. The most activity was taking place in the kitchen, where the music originated from.

“They’re nice.”

You were shocked when he sat down with you, making small talk and the big-talk.

“How’s your book?”

“It’s fine. They like it, even. I’m not sure I like it anymore.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I’m starting to think I don't understand relationships at all."

"Don't fret, Y/N. You have time."

"I know I do," you said, smiling at Harry as he snuggled into your chest. "I just wish it would move a bit quicker sometimes."

"Let me tell you something," James said, arm moving to the sofa behind you, leaning in as though he were telling a grave secret. "I wish now, more than anything, time would slow down. He's already so much older than I could imagine him," he said, nodding at Harry.

"He's a treasure. I can't believe you made him."

"Nice, McKinnon."

You shared an infectious smile between you both. Somebody called for more wine. James, ever the dedicated host, was quick on his feet to find some.

You cuddled Harry close to your chest, content to sit there while he was happy and sleepy. You rubbed the knuckle of your index finger over his forehead, pushing his hair back, smiling as he battled to stay awake.

It was a trap you fell in often, but being presented with Harry, with a baby, with Lily and James Potter’s family home full of friends, it made you wonder if you were doing it all wrong.

Was it silly to be fucking somebody with no romantic intentions for you?

You’d joked about having his baby but you still took the potion the day after. Not that you didn’t want to have his baby, if you thought about it you couldn’t think of someone better to have a child with. Remus might not love you, but he was loving. Extremely caring. You imagined if you became pregnant he was the kind of dolt to wait on his baby’s mother hand and foot.

Still, it was something you should actually talk about with somebody, and not just to flirt.

You felt that little trickle of envy and frowned at yourself. You were happy for James, truly, but he seemed to have walked into a life you could only dream of - best friends who want to see you more than once a year, a beautiful, intelligent wife and a perfect child.

What did you have? James as a friend, Sirius as somebody who felt like they had an obligation to you, your best friends who didn’t ask you to travel the world with them and Remus, of course… your fling? Were you friends with benefits? You wondered if you knew each other well enough to qualify for the friends part.

You should probably be content with that for now, you thought, glancing around the room as all these people you half-knew went on like you weren’t there. Maybe James and Sirius and Remus had to be enough.

Nobody else was volunteering to spend time with you. For them you were grateful.

You’d arrived early, earlier than Remus. Completely by accident, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, pleased beyond words with the little baby sharing warmth with you against your chest. Every now and then he wriggled like you were uncomfortable.

“Sorry, Harry,” you whispered.

"I want one of you," you admitted to him. "I think I-"

"Y/N!" Sirius called, Remus on his heel. "There you are, I told Moons you were already here."

Your face lit up. "Hi guys."

"Stop hogging my godson. Everytime I see you, you've stolen him."

"Be quicker," you told him, unsympathetic.

Remus skirted around Sirius to sit next to you. "Nice dress."

"It's not what you suggested."

"I like this one well enough."

"Good god," Sirius said. "Pass me the baby before you poison his mind."

Remus tilted his head back, light brown hair dusting the back of his neck. "Don't be jealous."

You brought Harry closer to your chest. "You can't have him. I'm gonna steal him."

Sirius looked scandalised at this, sitting at the floor in front of the sofa and staring up at you and Remus like he almost couldn't believe how close you were.

"What happened to you having your own?"

You could feel yourself pale. You tried to make out Remus' expression in the corner of your eye, not sure what to say.

"We'll let you know when it happens," Remus said, unaffected.

Harry stirred. You rocked him in your arms with as much care as you could, eyes creasing at the corners.

Sirius laughed. You looked up, not understanding what was funny. He was looking at Remus.

"I'll expect that news sooner rather than later."

The night drifted on, more and more people piling in until it was as full as you'd expected. The guests were all pretty tame compared to those that attended the Christmas party, respectful, though there were definitely some rowdy moments.

One of Lily's friends managed to steal Harry from you. You watched the group of women fuss over him, ooh-ing and ah-ing every time he moved.

"Did I look like that?"

Remus shrugged. "Yes and no.”

You hummed in response.

Remus' hand rested on your bare thigh, thumb smoothing the skin there restlessly. James had ended up next to Sirius eventually, escaping the crowd in the kitchen. He smirked at your drooping eyes, as if to say, I told you so. You sent him a grateful smile. If he'd never suggested Remus for a turn, you wouldn't be where you were now. You might not even be at this party tonight, alone in your kitchen with the white blinking light and a draft you didn't care about.

Remus barely left your side all night and you couldn't complain. It was exactly what you wanted, after all. You talked about so many things you could barely remember. Every time he made you laugh, he looked down at you with this indescribable expression.

Lily's birthday cake was grand, Euphemia's doing. You all gathered in the kitchen to sing to her. She was glowing, Harry at her hip, looking incandescently happy.

Sirius threw an arm around your shoulder as he whooped. "Hip hip!"

"Hooray!" The crowd cheered, dissolving in chuckles and claps. Lily blew out her candles in one big breath.

"What did you wish for?" you heard James ask.

"I'll tell you after."

They shared a soft look.

The evening drew to a close. Sirius was looking after Harry for the night, so he left early. James and Lily had definitely had enough wine between the two of them for a quidditch team. You felt as though you were watching an intimate moment between them, Lily’s head in James’ lap as they laughed drunkenly.

People were leaving in droves. Remus turned to you and asked, "You'll come home with me?"

Remus made quick work of your dress and less quick work of your shoes. You laughed the whole time as he peeled them off.

You took his shirt off him with nimble fingers before pushing him back to sit in the leather armchair in the corner of his living room, pushing down the waistband of his trousers. You kneeled before him, taking him in your hands to pump his semi.

He leaned down to kiss you, breath stuttering in your mouth every time your fingers graced the head of his cock. He was an excellent kisser even when distracted, his hand never leaving the side of your face. You kissed up eagerly, attentively, hoping he understood that you’d let him do anything he wanted to you.

You pulled away, reluctant. You intended to show him how much you really, really liked him, leaning forward slowly, carefully, taking the head of his dick into your mouth. You used your other hand expertly, if his groans were any evidence.

“Where’d you learn that one?” he asked.

“Practicing,” you said. Your mouth popped off with a lewd wet sound, a string of spit stretching from his cock to your lips.

“With who?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you said, licking up the underside of his shaft. You wrapped your lips around the head and kissed him. “I’m messing with you. I’m not fucking anyone else.”

“You’re not?”

“Who’s fucking me, Remus?” you asked, using your other hand to pump the parts of his shaft you couldn’t reach with your mouth. “You’re one of the few people in the world who can stand me.”

His hand pushed your face to the side, thumb pulling the skin so you were smiling on one side. “You’re so down on yourself. If they could see how hot you looked now they’d be breaking down the doors.”

You laughed, the exhale blowing air on his cock that had him twitching in response and then taking him in your mouth with intentions of fitting him all inside. You bobbed on his dick until you couldn’t breathe, gasping. You pulled away, spittle dripping down your chin.

Remus came to your rescue, swiping the spit back up with his fingers and pushing it inside your mouth, his fingers sliding down your tongue. You let him do what he liked, mouth open, eyes watching his pleased, guilty face.

You almost gagged on his fingers and he pulled out, cooing,

You brought your mouth to the bottom of his shaft, kissing and suckling the skin there, the tip of him pressed against your cheek as you worked on him. He clutched the armchair beneath him tightly, the veins on his hand standing out, green against his pale skin. You took his head in your mouth again, moving up and down with him occasionally reaching the back of your throat. You pulled away, breathing hard, giggling at how you’d gagged around him. He was red in the face.

“You have to tell me if you feel my teeth,” you said, pushing your palm up the side of your wet face.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised you, hands tender on your face, stroking your hair and your cheek. “Just take your time.”

You did the opposite of his advice, wanting to take all of him in. You failed spectacularly, gagging, each time having to pull off and breathe. The amount of spit you were producing was ridiculous, making a mess of your face and dripping down onto your cold breasts.

The little puddle of excitement was growing between your legs, pooling on the floor beneath you in a slippery puddle that almost made you want to buck your hips. You pushed your hand between your legs, almost laughing at how soaked you were. Every moan of his sent another rush of excitement to your core, which resulted in even more slick dripping out of you.

Remus noticed what you were doing and was insufferably pleased. “Look at how wet you are, making a mess on my floor,” he teased. "I haven’t even touched you! So turned on from giving me head, huh? Precious thing, come here.”

You shook your head, determined to take his full length in your mouth. “I’m busy.”

“Oh, you're busy.” He held your face with one hand, pushing you away from his cock. “Come here.”

You pouted, doing as he asked with fake annoyance. When you’d hooked your legs over his, feeling his rock-hard cock bob against your messy entrance, you couldn’t maintain the facade anymore, smiling down at his handsome face.

He positioned his dick with his hand, rubbing the head back and forth until you were moaning out in disbelief everytime he didn’t enter you. You moved your hips, attempting to follow his teasing path.

“You never stay still,” he protested. He pushed into you, head stretching you slowly, so slowly. You sank down onto him quicker than what was probably necessary, breathless at the stretch of it.

“And you’re so impatient!” he laughed, pulling out to hammer back in. You sighed, hand flat against his chest, fingernails digging into his skin.

You tried to do the hard work and Remus stopped you, holding your hips in place so that he was fucking up into you. He shook his head every time you tried to move. You pushed your face into his neck and grumbled at him.

“Yeah, I’m a real villain,” he said in response.

You were both worked up, Remus much more than you. He’d been half on the edge from your mouth. His moans became louder, more frequent, which only spurred you on. The next time he fucked all the way in you clamped around him, sinking down on his dock and making a sound of delighted victory. You rubbed your cunt down on him and let him take quick, shallow strokes, hitting the sweet spot inside you over and over.

It couldn’t have been five minutes of this when he was suddenly finishing, his grip on your hips tightening. His moaning hit a crescendo, escaping out of him despite his best attempts to hold them in. You sucked a circle of his neck, biting down to make a hickey while he was distracted.

You felt his cum leaking out around his cock, joining the mess of slick you’d already left all over him. He didn’t pull out and you had no intention of standing, feeling him soften inside you. You wiggled around him anyways.

You started on your second love bite, rolling your hips. Remus threw his head back, catching his breath.

“Can feel all your cum in me,” you said into his skin. He could probably feel you smiling. “I’ll be full of puppies in no time.”

He snorted, though his cock starting to harden inside you let you know you were going in the right direction. You milked his cock, basking in the knowledge that you could get him up so soon after he’d cum.

“Uh-huh,” you murmured, dropping down on him again. “All filled up with your puppies. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Lupin?”

“Fuck, Y/N.”

“I think you would,” you whispered. You moved onto a third love bite and he stopped you, hand pushing you back by the shoulder.

“That’s enough for me, don’t you think?” he asked. “Stand up?”

You did, feeling all the cum and slick run in rivulets down your thigh. He stood too.

He manoeuvred you so that you were in front of the armchairs arm, encouraging you down with his hands so that your abdomen was flat to the arm, one leg hiked up to rest your weight on the seat, the other planted on the floor.

“Pretty cunt,” he said lowly, seeking out your clit. “So pretty.”

He rubbed tight little circles until you were restless, wriggling on the arm. He pushed two fingers in your cunt, pushing you down by the shoulders with the other to stop your fidgeting.

“Pretty pussy all puffy and gaping. Fuck, you're so fucking cute,” he said roughly, pushing his cock back into you.

You practically sobbed, delirious with his praise. The force of his thrust drove you up, lifting your abdomen from the arm each time. He pushed you back down with one hand, the other busy working on your beating clit.

He was faster now, sliding in and out of you like a piston. He leveraged one leg next to yours on the seat, the higher angle allowing him to fuck down into your cunt. Your legs shook from the angle. You mewled his name over and over, reaching a hand backwards. He held it tightly, knitting your fingers together, almost pulling you back by your joined hands.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded, his thrusts getting sloppier. “If you want to hold hands you’ll have to touch yourself.”

You complied, arm quickly going dead under your weight. You stopped just before you could reach your climax, rubbing your face in the chair's cold leather.

"That wasn't the deal," he said, voice coloured by laughter. He slowed right down, hand squeezing yours like he was trying to speak to you through it. You sighed in resignation, letting yourself fall over the edge.

"That's my girl," he said, the drag of his dick pure ecstasy while you constricted around him. He pulled out and you listened to him bring himself right over the edge with you, his cum warm and wet where it landed on the small of your back.

He helped you up, rubbing both hands up the lengths of your arms. You turned around, ducking your head into his chest.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Alright," he said. He squeezed your body tight to his chest, the pressure helping you wind down from the high you'd been on. Your thighs felt tight, like you'd done 50 squats.

He kissed the hair at the top of your head. "You want a shower? I'm afraid I've made a right mess of you."

"Please," you said. Neither of you moved to leave.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Remus. Promise."

He looped his arms around your knees, lifting you up bridal style. You screamed. He carried you all the way to the bathtub, laughing like a maniac.

After showering, you led stretched out in his bed. He had a nice dark room. He’d passed you a soft shirt and a pair of his boxers before leaving to shower himself. You weren’t sure you saw the point - if you were staying the night, surely he’d want to have sex again. What other reason would he ask you here?

You let your arm dangle off the edge of his wide bed, turning to look at his bookshelf with mild interest.

Pain Relief Potions of the Modern Age. Constellations and their Meanings, 2nd edition. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

You rolled to have your feet under you, curious to see what that last one was. You pulled it from the case with care. It fell open, worn by fingertips. Remus had underlined phrases with a pencil, words that sounded pretty, funny quotes.

Something about it made your heart hurt.

You leafed through the pages, stopping at what looked like a darker line.

'Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?'

He'd annotated. Not always.

You wondered what he meant. You traced the pad of your finger up the page, feeling the texture of the paper.

You shook your head. You probably shouldn't be looking through his things, after all, and he'd be out of the shower soon enough.

Your hair was dripping a wet patch on your chest. You pushed it behind your back, slotting Remus' book back on the shelf.

Knees aching where you kneeled, you studied the rest of the titles on his bookshelf. Satisfied and feeling slightly guilty for snooping, you got to your feet catching the corner of his desk on your side. You hissed in annoyance, watching a red line of scrammed skin appear from hip bone to the bottom of your ribs. You walked over to his mirror and pulled your shirt right up to below your breasts, frowning.

It wasn't deep enough to bleed droplets, though blood did well to the surface.

Remus opened the bedroom door, almost hitting you.

"Sorry, Y/N-" he cut off, noticing how you were stood. "Did I do that?"

You pulled your shirt down, startled at his grave tone. He was wearing his boxers and nothing else, towel around his neck to catch the water from his wet hair.

He caught the edge of your shirt and pinned it up, other hand pulling your hip towards him to assess the damage.

"Caught it on the desk."

He sighed through his nose in relief, such a subtle action you wouldn't normally have noticed if he hadn't puzzled you so much with his reaction.

He pulled your shirt back down, neatening the edges with gentleness. He pecked you on the forehead as though it were second nature and turned away, bringing the towel up to rub at his wet hair.

You returned to his bed, half-hoping he was going to tumble with you again, laying on your side. You tucked your chin to your chest and hiked one leg up in what you hoped was somewhat provocative.

He sat down at the foot of the bed, placing his free hand on your calf.

"Are you hungry?"

You glanced at his alarm clock. It was almost 2 in the morning. You said as much.

"But are you hungry?"

You were. You felt as though it would've been polite to refuse but Remus made you feel as though whatever answer you gave him would be the right one.

"Sure."

He abandoned the towel over the bed post and pulled on some comfortable trousers. He rifled through his drawers for an off white undershirt with short sleeves and a dark navy jumper to layer over top.

He chucked a jumper at your feet. It was long on you.

You followed him into his kitchen, socks slippery on the laminate floor.

"Toast?"

"Anything is fine."

You tried to help. When you burnt your finger on the toaster he picked you up by the waist and set you down next to the sink.

"Stay there," he laughed.

You kicked your feet, grumbling.

He ran the tap to fill two glasses of water, water flecking your bare legs. You pulled the sleeves of his borrowed jumper down over your fingers to wipe it away.

"Drink this."

"Yes sir."

He wasn't brilliant at making toast. It came out a bit burned and the butter melted too quickly. He covered it with a formidable amount of jam and jumped up on the counter, holding the plate between you both. You munched on it happily, getting jam and butter all over your hands.

His thigh pressed up against yours and you thought, I wish we could do this every night. His elbow knocked against yours and you thought, I wish I never had to leave this moment.

But you did. You washed your fingers under the tap, wiping them dry on the front of your shirt. He shook his head at you in amusement.

When you went back to his room you thought, okay, were going to have sex again. He didn't send me home.

But he pulled the covers over you up to your chin, switched off the lights, and threw an arm over your chest, hand grasping your shoulder. You stayed up for a long time, listening to him breathe.

Fuck, you thought. This is going to hurt.

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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congratulations!!!!!!!

I would run to you - send me a trope and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. enemies to lovers with eddie munson)

love at first sight with sirius black? i’m thinking him immediately being infatuated with r, but whatever you write will be perfect <33 thank you and congratulations again!!! you deserve it!!!!

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thank you so much babycakes!! i loooved this one :') sirius loml <3

Sirius Black was not one to be distracted. He was laser focused on raising hell around Hogwarts, and he excelled at it too. Visiting Zonko's was a weekly occurrence for him, And visiting it right before winter break began was the highlight of his week.

He had taken his last exam only hours ago, probably bombed it, but it didn't matter. There was a new shipment of frog spawn soap in, and Sirius was going to give the Slytherin Prefects a sendoff they'd never forget when they showered before going home.

There was an unfamiliar person at the counter, turned away from them so he couldn't see their face. They looked somewhat young, though, and- were those hogwarts robes?

You turned before Sirius could get a better look at you from behind, the confused furrow in his brow lifting as his eyes widened.

"Hello," You greeted him cheerily, "Are you looking for anything behind the counter today?" You gestured to a glass case containing dungbombs and a few edible products, nothing exposed that people could set off in the store.

Suddenly, Sirius's voice had left him.

"No," He managed to stammer, "Just- just some frogspawn soap."

"Oh, the soap!" Your eyes lit up, and his heart did a strange cartwheel in his chest, "I've got some in the back."

You darted for the curtain behind you, and Sirius was left to catch his breath after the enchanting encounter. Since when did a student work at Zonko's? Since when did you attend Hogwarts? He was absolutely certain he'd have seen you before in the castle, you were hard to miss.

Before he could compose his thoughts, you came bursting out into the store again, "Here! Here," You set two bars of soap on the counter, "That's six galleons."

"For two?" He marveled at the low price.

"There's a special right now." You pointed to a display he hadn't seen, "Buy one get one!"

"Oh." He didn't know what else to say, his typical flirtatious eloquence having escaped him. He let his wallet speak for him, though, a fistful of galleons set on the counter with a clink.

You rang him up easily, and Sirius deduced that you had to have worked here for a while to be so proficient in the job.

"You.." He decides to voice his thoughts, "You're working here?"

"I am." You smiled kindly at him as you bagged up his soap, "My dad's the owner."

"Oh!" His eyebrows shot towards his hairline in surprise, his mouth slightly dry as he tried comprehending the wacky store owner's family life, "That's cool."

"Try waking up to dungbombs in your bed and then tell me it's cool." You quipped, a wry smile over your features.

"Well that.. doesn't sound as cool." He admitted, a sheepish laugh escaping him.

"You aren't planning to use this in the castle, are you?" You held his bag out of his reach, "Store policy states that the pranks must not be detrimental to the school's efficiency."

"Definitely not." Some of his wit seemed to have returned, a familiar cheeky smirk flitting over his lips, "The prefect's bathroom would be an awful place to put this."

"Oh," Your eyes flashed with delight, "Terrible. Simply rotten. What time would you say you're not unleashing a hoard of frogs on the higher-ups?"

"Not tomorrow morning at seven. Do not meet me in the dungeons."

"I won't." You promised, your teeth digging into your lip to bite back your growing grin as you hand over his bag, "Have a good day! I won't see you tomorrow."

"I won't see you tomorrow either," He called out over his shoulder, "Don't bring an extra bar!"

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destiny-fics · 3 years ago

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i would like to hear more about this juyeon/seonghwa/minho foursome. please share all of your thoughts ty

I'm so glad you asked because I have plenty of them.

Idk why but I really like the idea of you to have been dating one of them. In my head you're dating Minho but honestly feel free to substitute that with either Hwa or Juyeon. Adding one or two people into the bedroom is definitely something you would have talked about and agreed upon before.

Now, how did we get to those people being Juyeon and Seonghwa? Now we know those three are friends (cue that weekly idol clip where Seonghwa is talking about them and Hongjoong gets jealous) so they definitely hang out and Minho trusts them. He trusts them to treat you well and not overstep any boundaries and he trusts you to do the same. So he's not shy about bringing the idea up to the two of them after he gains your approval and enthusiastic consent of course. And they agree. It's not a secret that they find you very attractive and they would be thrilled to have the opportunity to have you for a night.

On to the actual foursome now. You'd invite them over for dinner, cook them a nice meal while the four of you tried to be subtle about the serious sexual tension filling your apartment. You'd lay down some ground rules and safety precautions over dinner of course, you get to cum as much as you'd like to, Seonghwa and Juyeon can both fuck you and cum wherever they want except inside your pussy, Minho will watch and then go last, etc. Etc. And then when both you and Minho are ready, he'd whisper in your ear for you take Seonghwa and Juyeon to your room and entertain them while he cleans the dishes.

As soon as you're in your room Seonghwa has his lips on yours while Juyeon's are trailing down your jaw and neck, leaving little love bites in their wake. Minho would find the three of you tangled on your bed together, both men shirtless and you in just your bra and panties, their lips not leaving one inch of skin unkissed. Minho would go and sit on the chair across from your bed and palm himself as he watched his friends ravish you.

Seonghwa fucks you first while Juyeon takes your mouth. He'd run a comforting hand across your face as you gag on his cock, trying your best to focus on sucking him well while Seonghwa practically rearranges your guts. Then they'd swap, Seonghwa in your mouth while Juyeon fucks into you. All the while Minho is giving you the sweetest mixture of praise and degradation.

Now I'm not the biggest fan of being degraded but if I was going to let anyone do it, it would be Lee Minho himself.

"Such a cock hungry slut huh?"

"Pleasing my friends so well aren't you baby?"

"Needy girl couldn't get enough with just one cock she needed me to invite my friends over too."

I feel like he's super in tune with your emotions so he knows the exact right time to degrade you and the exact right time to praise you.

And when both Juyeon and Seonghwa have cum, Seonghwa in your mouth, Juyeon on your stomach, and you've already had one orgasm, Minho will fuck you.

It's passionate and rough and maybe Minho's feeling a little bit possesive over you and feels the need to show Juyeon and Seonghwa that no matter what happens, your heart belongs to him just as his belongs to you. But he can also see that you're getting tired and clearly need to cum for the final time that night, so he picks up his thrusts until you're creaming around his cock and pulls out to spill all over your breasts and stomach, breathing out an 'I love you,' as he cums.

Then there's the aftercare. These men are kings of aftercare I will take no criticism. Minho goes to get a cloth to clean you up with and Juyeon and Seonghwa and on you in a second, showering you with soft praises and kisses. Juyeon massaging the areas which he knows will be sore tomorrow and Seonghwa pressing little sweet kisses to your hairline, mumbling sweet praises. Then Minho comes back with a damp cloth and cleans all the cum from off your body and between your legs praising you in the sweetest way possible and letting you know how much he cares about and loves you.

This turned out longer than I expected but I hope you enjoyed and agree with me dear anon. Please everyone, feel free to add your own thoughts to this because I'd love to read them!

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katmoonz · 3 years ago

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Tell Me Your Dirty Secret

Pairing Bill Weasley x Fem!Reader (slight Sirius Black x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 4.5k

CW: Smut, Jealousy, choking kink, possessive!Bill, Dom!Bill, Sub!Reader, use of pet names, aftercare, slight degradation, oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, slightest bit of violence, unprotected sex. if I’ve missed anything out plz let me know!

It’s midnight and there is not a soul in sight. Spending the holidays with the order in Grimmauld place sure was exciting from Sirius’ drunken shenanigans and Molly's incredible cooking to the twins' pranks, there was never a boring moment within the household.

Currently, you were sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of hot chocolate thinking about your boyfriend Bill Weasley. You had met Bill through his brother Charlie, whose year you’d been in at school, the crush you had on Bill started from the moment you met him but you waited until you had left school before trying to get closer to him.

At the moment Bill was away on order business he was due back in the morning, this left you unable to sleep out of concern for his safety and with time to collect your thoughts.

Bill is the most handsome man you’ve ever met, his piercing blue eyes and his strong muscular form are all perfect but his kind and charming personality made you even more attracted. Bill is the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for, always checking up on you asking about your day, complimenting the meals you make, running a bath when you don’t feel well. His warm embrace makes you feel so safe and secure among other things... The sex is amazing Bill is always so attentive, always taking care of you first before carefully making love to you but it wasn’t enough. For the past few weeks, you had been wanting him to be a little rougher with you but you didn’t know how to tell him what you wanted.

It started one morning when he’d walked into the bedroom to find you struggling to tie your shoes, he’d bent down and tied them for you. You watched as his fingers, which were laden with rings, quickly but efficiently tie your laces before he stood up to kiss you on the cheek.

That was only the start of your fascination with his rings, he would often massage your shoulders for you after a long day at work before retiring to bed. When he kisses you he often holds your face in one of his hands, the cold metal of his rings against your face would cause butterflies in your stomach.

But you also wanted him to choke you. You’d started imagining him choking you after going out to a bar with him, a guy had been harassing you and you’d been trying to ignore it but he grabbed your arm tightly within his hand in a bruising grip trying to talk you into going home with him. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and before you knew it the man was being held up against the nearest wall by Bill, his hand around the pervs throat as he gave him a gruff warning to leave you alone.

Since that moment you’d constantly been fantasising about what it’d be like to have Bills hands around your neck whilst you had sex. The only problem with this being that Bill was ever so gentle whilst having sex with you, he’d never been rough in the bedroom.

You sigh as you finish off your hot chocolate before walking over to the sink with your mug to wash it out. *there must be some way to get him to be rough with me* you think longingly, suddenly the idea strikes you like a lightning bolt *Bill only had his hand around that man's neck because he pissed him off, perhaps if I make him jealous enough and then try to seduce him he will be rougher*

With that thought in mind, you decide to head up to bed not wanting to wear yourself out before tomorrow’s order meeting which would be the perfect opportunity to put your plan into action.

The weekly order meeting at Grimmauld Place was due to start in a few minutes, the house bustling with order members. Bill spots you from across the room and starts making his way over to you, “y/n” he shouts over the crowd.

Looking around you, you notice that the seat next to the owner of the house Sirius Black is free so you quickly seat yourself next to him.

“Alright love,” he says arching one brow before taking a sip out of the goblet in front of him.

“Yeah good,” you say looking around the kitchen for Bill, you spot him speaking to his mother who must have accosted him before he could get to you.

“trouble in paradise?” he asks before leaning back in his seat.

“No, no, nothing like that” you hastily reply, “I just um…” you look him up and down before taking a quick glance at Bill across the room.

“Y/n?”

You decide to give in and ask Sirius for help with your plan considering that he seems to be one of the few people in the room who would agree to it. “Would you help me with something?”

“Sure doll, what?” he asks, leaning in closer to listen to you.

“I need to make Bill jealous”

Sirius smirks before looking over your shoulder for Bill, he turns back to you and looks you up and down “what’s in it for me?”

You consider backing out for a second but at the thought of potentially having Bill's hand around your neck, you decide to go for it. “I’ll get you a bottle of firewhiskey”

Sirius smiles before taking your hand in his “deal” he doesn’t release your hand and whispers “don’t turn around he’s watching us, play along.” He raises your hand to his mouth before placing a chaste kiss upon your knuckle, you giggle both out of nervousness and to keep up the act.

You place your hand on the table and continue your conversation with Sirius.

“Why are you trying to make him jealous? If you don’t mind me asking?”

You look into his eyes and contemplate whether you should tell him or not. “I just want to piss him off,” you say, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“Mhmm, so you don’t just want some rough passionate make-up sex” He replies cockily picking up his goblet again.

You look at him sheepishly “how’d you know?”

He places his goblet back on the table before putting his hand on top of yours, “you don’t look like an angry woman trust me I’d know from all of the women- well also men that I’ve angered in my lifetime and every time you look at him you look as if you want to jump his bones.”

“I um-“

Sirius cuts you off, “it’s okay, you don’t need to explain yourself, maybe give me a few details tomorrow if you’re still able to walk, oh and my firewhiskey but I’m glad to be at your service doll”

You hit him on the shoulder before letting out a laugh, a tear falls from your eye as you laugh.

Dumbledore walks into the room getting ready to start the meeting, “Let's hope that Bill sits reasonably close to us” you say getting visibly excited.

Sirius lets out a chuckle, “Have fun I suppose but don’t come crying to me in the morning when you need a pain-relieving potion”

Bill walks over to you and leans over your shoulder to kiss you but you dodge him at the last second so that his kiss lands on your cheek. “Hello love, you look like you’re having fun” instead of turning around to speak to him you continue to look at Sirius, “mhmm,” you say dismissively. Bill gives you a look of confusion before walking away, he sits down at the opposite side of the table to you just as Dumbledore starts the meeting.

The meeting is relatively boring. It mainly consists of Albus talking about the upcoming patrols, you can feel Bill's eyes on you as you try to concentrate on the meeting and decide to shift your chair closer to Sirius’. Your hand is still on the table and after a few seconds of sitting closer to Sirius you can feel him place his hand on top of yours, he starts to stroke your knuckles with his thumb. You look up at him offering him a smile, he smirks back at you and leans into your ear. “We’ve barely done anything and he looks irritated already, follow my lead” he whispers before he leans back into his chair he strokes your cheek lightly with his free hand.

A couple of minutes pass by before Sirius shifts his chair even closer, he takes one arm and wraps it around you, you lean into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. You hear an angry huff from the other side of the table and take a glance up to see Bill with an angry expression upon his face.

Mad-eye starts giving his report on the happenings in Hogsmeade and you can feel yourself start to drift off to sleep as he continuously rambles.

You open your eyes at the feeling of someone lightly shaking you, “y/n love, you fell asleep the meetings finished” you look up to see that you have fallen asleep on Sirius, the rest of the order are starting to get up out of their chairs. Bill walks Molly and Arthur over to the floo giving yourself and Sirius a minute to yourselves.

“I don’t think we’ve pissed him off enough,” you say whilst trying to think of what else you could possibly do.

“You’re staying for drinks with us aren’t you? Perhaps we could flirt a bit more or you touch me up” suggests Sirius and before you can put up even the slightest protest at his suggestion Bill returns to the table with Charlie, Remus, Tonks and drinks in tow.

For a while Bill ignores you but you can see the slight frown upon his face every time he looks down your end of the table.

After a while of sitting back and listening to Charlie's stories about his encounters with dragons, you hear someone’s stomach rumble. Tonks giggles “sorry, I guess I’m still hungry”

Bill stands up “I’ll see if I can find any food, I’m sure Mum left some cookies a couple of days ago”

As Bill walks around the table you reach out to Sirius and put your hand on his thigh. You hear Bill let out a low growl as he notices how close you are to touching Sirius’ crotch. Before making his way over to the pantry he leans down over your shoulder, you can feel his warm breath behind your ear. “What are you doing?” He asks angrily.

You turn around to look at him and notice the red tinge on his face. It almost matches the shade of his hair due to how angry he is. “Nothing babe, I’m just talking to Sirius, am I not allowed to speak to my friend?” You reply innocently.

Bill lets out a huff before wiping a hand across his face trying to calm himself down, he proceeds to walk over to the pantry to find the cookies and upon returning he practically throws the plate onto the table. Everyone bar yourself and Remus takes one. After a couple of minutes you reach out to grab a smaller one but Sirius stops you by grabbing onto your hand. “I’m not sure you’ll want one love, they’re a few days old so they are quite hard.”

“That’s okay, I like it hard” you reply cockily before grabbing one.

There's a stunned silence for a moment before everyone starts laughing, that is everyone except Bill.

Sirius stretches in his seat before standing up, “c’mon let’s go sit in the library it’s much warmer up there” Sirius reaches towards you taking your arm in his before leading the way up to the library.

Upon reaching the library, Sirius backs you into a bookshelf and cages you in with his arms. “I’m sure you’ll get what you want soon, love” he whispers down into your ear. Instead of withdrawing after whispering into your ear, he keeps his face close to yours so that if anyone were to walk into the room it would look as though the two of you were making out.

Sirius has the most breathtaking eyes you’ve ever seen, you can feel your breath hitch as you gaze into his face. Sirius due to his lineage has sharp aristocratic features upon his face, his lips voluptuous and full. If you weren’t already with Bill you definitely would have jumped Sirius’ bones.

A couple of minutes go by, you hear the sound of the floo signalling that someone has left. Another minute flies by and you feel your heart flutter in your chest with anticipation. A stomping noise comes from the staircase before the door is abruptly opened,

Bang!

In a matter of seconds, Sirius has been roughly pulled away from you and pinned into the wall by an angry Bill.

Bill has his hand wrapped around Sirius’ throat and you can feel the anger radiating off of him. “Hands off my girl” he growls. You whimper but Bill ignores you so that he can focus on Sirius who is currently pinned to the wall smirking.

“Trust me I’m not interested in your girl” replies Sirius cockily despite having a muscular hand around his throat.

“Then why were you all over each other?” Asks Bill, his hand on Sirius's neck slightly loosens

“Because she asked for it” Sirius replies cockily. Bill tightens his hand around Sirius’ neck yet again and you whimper even louder than before. Your panties are completely soaked and you’re rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the arousal that you are feeling. Both Bill and Sirius hear your whimper and look over to you watching as you non-discreetly rub your thighs together.

“She planned this Bill, look at her, she’s getting off on it,” Sirius says with a hint of laughter in his voice.

Bill watches you for another second before letting go of Sirius.

“Is that true princess? Did you plan this?” asks Bill, with a strange look on his face. You don’t respond to him so he walks over to you and tilts your head up to look at him.

“Answer me when I talk to you” he growls dangerously, his eyes have darkened slightly, possibly due to his anger or arousal. You whimper again before nodding. “come on love, let’s go to bed” he firmly grasps your arm and marches you over to the door, he stops and turns to speak to Sirius from across the room “we still okay to stay tonight?” He asks gruffly.

“Sure mate” replies Sirius leaning against a bookcase with a smirk on his face. The last thing you see before you are dragged out of the room is Sirius winking at you.

With a tight grip on your arm, Bill marches you up the stairs of Grimmauld Place towards one of the guest rooms. You can feel butterflies in your stomach both excited and nervous at the prospect of getting what you want. Bill drags you into the guest room and closes the door. Bill turns around to watch you for a minute before beckoning you forward with his finger. “Come here love”

Cautiously you walk towards him till you are standing right in front of him.

“Why did you do that?” asks Bill, the strange but intimidating look remains on his face.

“M’sorry” you reply, slightly embarrassed.

“No love, I didn’t ask you to apologise. I said why?” He steps forward so that there is no space between you. You can feel his breath on your face.

“Just wanted to make you jealous” you reply, sheepishly.

Bill puts his hand under your chin and tilts your head to make you look at him. “Why’d you want me jealous princess?” his mouth is right next to your ear and you can feel his warm breath against the side of your face.

“S’hot” you reply putting a hand on his chest

“Mhmm, and what else?” Asks Bill, starting to kiss and suck on your neck.

You let out a quiet moan, “want you to be rough”

“Rough? how’d you want me to be rough?”

You pull back from him slightly to look into his eyes, his pupils are wide with arousal, “Well?” He asks arching a brow

“Want you to fuck me hard,” you say breathlessly, you can feel the tingle in your pussy from just admitting to your desire to be dominated.

“Good girl” he whispers before kissing you, Bill brings up one hand to start massaging your breast as he backs you up to the closest wall. Bill presses you up against the wall and softly bites your lip before backing away from you. You whine, Bill stands in the middle of the room with his arms crossed looking slightly amused at how desperate you are. “strip” he orders. You look up at him and don’t make a move to take off your clothes.

“Are you dumb princess? I said strip” Bill gives you a stern look as he orders you to take your clothes off. After a few seconds more of staring at Bill blankly, you start to remove your clothing. Just as you are about to remove your panties his voice reaches your ears again. “Leave them on”.

You look at him and rub your thighs together, your panties damp with arousal. Bill comes closer to you and puts one hand on your shoulder to push you down “Be a good girl and suck my cock”

You get onto your knees and wait patiently for him to unbuckle his belt, you watch as his ring laden fingers pop open the button on his trousers and push them to the floor alongside his underwear. His cock, long and hard now revealed to you.

The sight of his cock has what one might describe as a Pavlovian effect on you, your pussy throbs with excitement and your mouth suddenly feels as though it has too much saliva. You lean forward and spit on your hand before enclosing his length in your fist, you run your hand up and down it, getting him harder with your hand. You bring your face closer and look up at Bill, his face expectant. “Well?” He asks.

You bring out your tongue and give the head of his cock a lick, Bill shudders and lets out a pleasurable moan, you grin before taking him slightly into your mouth, sucking on the tip like a lollipop. Bill starts to moan a bit louder, you take him deeper into the warm cavern that is your mouth. You bob your head up and down whilst using a hand to work the rest of him off as he has a rather generously sized cock. Bill puts a hand in your hair, his eyes are shut revelling in the pleasure that your mouth is giving him. “Yess, good girl” he hisses, trying not to succumb to the urge to just cum in your mouth.

After a few minutes, Bill pulls on your hair, you release him from your mouth and look up at him before whining in disappointment. “Up,” he says, you stand up slowly trying to adjust to the blood flow getting back to your feet after being on your knees.

Bill reaches down to help you and pulls you into his chest as you rise, “are you gonna be my good girl?” He asks with a smirk on his face, without giving you a second to reply he lifts you off of your feet and carries you to the bed, throwing you down and settling himself over you. Roughly, Bill pulls down your panties before chucking them across the room, he brings himself back up to your face grasping your jaw in one hand. Your pussy throbs as you stare into each other’s eyes.

Bill has the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen, the blue orbs a stark contrast to his ginger locks which are tied back in a bun at the back of his head. As you distract yourself with your boyfriend's beauty he sneaks a hand down to your pussy. You gasp as a lone finger suddenly fills your aching core, he pumps it in and out a few times before stopping causing you to squirm, “Bill, please” you whine.

Bill smirks and leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, he waits until you let out a little moan before releasing your nipple with a pop. Not wasting another second he pushes his cock into you, letting out a groan at how tightly you are gripping him, he starts with gentle thrusts before steadily speeding up. You can feel the tingle in your pussy and let out little moans every time Bill pushes back in.

As you get closer to your release Bill starts to slow down, he slows till you start to whine having been pulled away from the brink of orgasm. Bill moves one hand to rest next to your neck and continues slowly thrusting, he leans down and takes your ear lobe between his teeth for a second before letting go and pulling back to look into your eyes.

“So princess,” he starts “did you think it was fun to make me jealous?” he punctuates his sentence with a hard thrust causing you to let out a gasp.

“M’sorry” you whisper back at him.

“Sorry? So you don’t want me to be rough with you?” He asks with a smirk on his face, this time he ceases all movement. You whimper and buck up your hips to try and get him to move, he chuckles. “Look at you, acting like such a desperate slut” he starts to move again, this time with slow, hard thrusts.

“Is that good baby?” he asks

“Not enough” you whine back at him

“Not enough?” he asks “maybe my desperate whore would get what she wanted if she asked for it”

He wait to see if you respond before continuing, he looks you dead in the eye, “Tell me” he whispers huskily “tell me your dirty secret”

Without thinking you end up blurting out what you want, “want your hand on my neck”

Bill takes one hand and gently wraps it around the front of your neck, pressing down lightly at the sides. Bills rings feel cool against your skin, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of your sweaty body. You moan loudly and your pussy clenches around his cock drenching it even more.

Bill feels himself getting close from the grip you have on him so he starts to thrust harder “good girl” he hisses.

It feels like a dream, how could this delicious demanding man be your Bill, you are in such disbelief at how easy it was to get him to be rougher with you that the next words that fall from his mouth seem almost unreal.

“Touch yourself” he huffs out mid-thrust

You reach a hand down and start frantically rubbing your clit, desperate for release. You feel the tingle in your navel grow and your moans get louder. Bill senses that you are about to cum and presses down slightly against the sides of your neck pushing you over the edge. You see white and feel Bill release your neck as he gives a few more thrusts before releasing inside of you, he manages to stay on his arms long enough to pull out and drop down next to you.

Half asleep from the powerful orgasm you hear someone moving around the room, you let out a groan and shift slightly to get more comfortable.

“Shh baby” Bill whispers, he moves your legs to start cleaning you up and you let out a whine at being moved from your position. Bill gently strokes your cheek, “it’s okay, I’m just cleaning up the mess, good girl” He takes a wet cloth and carefully wipes up the mess between your legs.

The mattress shifts slightly as Bill returns to you, he pulls you into his chest and softly kisses your forehead, “my good girl” he whispers into the top of your head just as you drift off to sleep.

The soft glow of sunlight coming through the dusty old curtains is the first thing to greet you upon awakening. You stretch out your limbs which are sore from last night and try to roll over but find that you can’t due to the strong arm that Bill has wrapped around your torso.

Bill softly snores and you peer up at his face over your shoulder, his features even more beautiful in the glow of the morning sunshine. His skin has a pretty sheen to it, the freckles on his arms and face stand out against his pale skin.

Carefully so as not to awaken him, you slip out from under his arm. As you stand up you almost lose your balance and have to hold on to the edge of the bed to steady yourself. You notice Bill's shirt from the previous day abandoned on the floor so you pick it up and pull it on buttoning it up before shuffling out the door.

You head to the restroom and then start to make your way down to the kitchen, the trip taking almost twice as long as usual due to your aching muscles.

Finally, you get to the kitchen which is empty, you make yourself breakfast before sitting down. After a few minutes, you hear the floorboards creak signalling that someone is approaching the kitchen. The door creaks open and you are greeted by Sirius who is grinning from ear to ear, “morning love, wasn’t expecting to see you today”

You roll your eyes and finish your breakfast. You slowly stand up and make your way to the sink with your dishes, you lean against the counter after ridding yourself of them. “Soooo” begins Sirius, “how was it?” He leans against a nearby wall and takes a sip of his coffee waiting for your answer.

“Good” you respond not giving anything away

Sirius looks you up and down before putting his mug down and crossing the room to stand between your legs, he’s so close that you can feel his breath upon your cheek. You close your eyes as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, you feel him shift away from you and as you open them again you find him softly smiling at you his eyes have a mischievous twinkle.

Sirius walks back towards the door pausing before turning back towards you. “I have a present for you” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle, he throws it to you, you catch it. It’s a bottle of pain-relieving potion. He winks at you before leaving the room.

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lacheri · 4 years ago

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11:29 PM, 4/20

pairing: stoner!Eren and fem bodied reader

content: smoking/drugs, dumbification, finger fucking, penetration, porn without plot, minors DNI

summary: eren's been trying to fuck you for years now, and he's got a different angle to play at this time. all it takes are a few pretty words and free weed.

wc: 3.5k

notes: happy 4/20 lmfao i wrote this in two hours and i'm posting this unedited and half asleep

‘Rolling up, you sliding through?’

Your phone illuminated brightly against your face as you held your phone above you, your bed’s soft comforter brought up to your chin. You bit your lip, contemplating Eren’s invitation. Your eyes glanced to the clock in the corner of your phone screen, blinking a couple of times. ‘11:29 PM’ it read back.

‘Pleaaaase, 4/20 is almost over ):’ Eren had resorted to double texting, and you sighed, his battle easily won. You tried to believe it was fought hard, but you knew perfectly well that you were wrapped around Eren’s pretty little finger. He called, you answered. Simple as that.

‘I want a blunt all to myself for this Jaeger. I’m literally in bed right now’ you typed back quickly, clicking the off button on the side of your device, begrudgingly throwing your blanket off your body as the heat escaped. You gazed down at your attire, sweatshirt and sleep shorts bundled up to your form, and you sighed once again. Eren was going to have to accept you like this, because there was absolutely no way in Hell that you could fathom throwing on real clothes this late at night.

‘What’re you wearing? Send pics’

‘Eren I’m LITERALLY!!! On my way to your house right now’. This boy was going to be the death of you, or at least whatever brain cells you had left.

Fuzzy pink slides adorned on your feet, hair thrown up in the messiest ‘neat’ bun you could manage, you pocketed your keys and wallet. You grabbed your bookbag in the corner of your room full of paraphernalia, knowing well by now that Eren was too lazy to buy bongs or bowls, and made your way out of your home, locking the front door on your way out. You hit the unlock button on your car, throwing the bag in the passenger seat and set out for your late night journey.

It wasn’t uncommon for your best friend to hit you up so late, in fact it was Eren’s peak hours for hanging out. He never genuinely inconvenienced you, just an annoyance because every single time you got that invite text or call, your head would have just hit the pillow beneath you, sleep on the horizon. Traffic was the best at this time too, you would reason on the way there, virtually no cars on the road, turning your usual twenty minute ride into a ten minute one.

When you rolled up Eren’s driveway, you could see the dark red lights of his bedroom through the upstairs window on the front of the house. You picked your phone out of your pocket, texting a quick ‘I’m here’. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and climbed out of your car. By the time you made it to his front door, Eren was swinging it open, a goofy smile on his face.

“Just us tonight?” you asked, referring to the lack of cars in the driveway as you glided through the entryway.

“Yeah, feeling greedy. We haven’t hung out just us in awhile,” Eren smirked, leaning back and letting his eyes travel down your spine as you slid by him. He reached and pulled the door closed, locking it quickly and following quickly behind you.

You spent most of your nights here, knowing the pathway to Eren’s room. You jogged up the stairs, oblivious to Eren’s eyes trained in on your bouncing ass in your loose fitted shorts. His bedroom door was wide open, and you navigated over clothes thrown haphazardly on his floor to his unmade bed. You bounced as you sat down, hitting the mattress with your full weight and unzipping your bag, picking out your favorite bowl. Eren lifted the corner of his mouth, clearly amused at how at home you had made yourself.

“Comfy?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice as he joined you on the bed, rolling tray and jar of bud in hand.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyeing Eren’s hands as they set quickly to work. His grinder sat on the bed behind him, and after picking out a few clusters of green from the jar, he reached behind him and popped the top off, going through the motions of getting prepped for the smoke session. “What’d you do today?”

Eren shot you a dumb founded look, “It’s 4/20, what do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your hands up in surrender, “Just making a joke, asshole.”

He chuckled, extending his hand out so you could pass him your bowl, packing it not long after. Eren looked around his mattress for a lighter, eyebrows drawn together as he couldn’t find one. You smirked then, extending the black lighter you had packed in your bag, and Eren smiled gratefully. He flicked the lighter once it was in his possession, pointer finger resting over the choke as he placed the pipe to his lips, inhaling deeply as the fresh green turned to ash. He lifted his long finger off the choke hole, removing the pipe as he held the smoke in for a few seconds, eyes instantly glazing as he exhaled.

Eren was one of those smokers that the second he had a hit of weed, it was written all over his face that he was high, even if he wasn’t. When Eren picked up the habit in highschool, his parents knew instantly what the boy had been doing during his “study sessions” with his friends. Now that he was an adult and moved out of his childhood home, Eren was pretty free in his indulgences, no longer carrying around eye drops to try and help him appear as innocent as possible.

After his second hit, Eren passed you back your bowl and lighter, coughing lightly as he exhaled, “What about you? What’d you do today?”

“Not much, spent all day watching documentaries and smoking my vape,” you laughed lightly, positioning the pipe to your own lips.

Eren’s eyes drank in the sight of your pretty plump lips as they wrapped around the tip of the pipe, fingers copying his as you bent your finger over the choke. The lighter ignited after a single flick, warm colored flames illuminating your face. It was like Eren was watching you in slow motion, but it was always like that with you, even when he wasn’t high. He could see the fire in your eyes as they focused downwards to your actions, and Eren felt his mouth go dry. You pulled the bowl away, making eye contact with him as the smoke exited your lips, licking your face as it traveled towards the ceiling on your exhale.

The two of you made small talk as you passed the bowl back and forth, Eren making a face once the bud was dead. He packed another bowl, repeating the rotation until that one was dead. The two of you thoroughly fried, he put the pipe on his bedside table and leaned his back against the wall by his bed. You mirrored him, resting your head on his broad shoulder as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

“We should make edibles this weekend,” you suggested, fingers playing with the drawstring of your hoodie. “Maybe invite the group over and get zooted and play a game or something.”

“Zooted?” Eren snorted. “I haven’t heard that word in years, grandma.”

You shot Eren a glare, which he began to laugh at, “I’m hip, okay? Zooted is making a comeback.”

“Stop trying to fit in with the youth, Myrtle,” he teased, wrapping his arm around your waist to tuck you into his side. “Man, if I was only 50 years older.”

You lightly elbowed his side, “You wish you could bag 70 year old me. I’m a fucking catch.”

“I wish I could bag you period,” Eren confessed, probably for the hundredth time of you knowing him. “How come you’ve never let me take you out?”

“Because, you’d just fuck and dump me and then I wouldn’t have a plug anymore,” you pouted, purposefully snuggling in closer.

“Is that what you really think?” he asked seriously, positioning his neck to the side so he could look down at you.

You looked up, centimeters apart from his face, “That’s what you did with all the other girls.”

“But you’re my best friend,” Eren frowned, taking his hand and pushing your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn't do that to you.”

“Don’t know if I wanna’ really find that out,” you smiled sadly.

“C’mon, let me prove it to you,” Eren licked his lips. “Fuck me, right now, and I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

You felt a pulse in your pussy suddenly, gulping spit down as you broke the eye contact, “I don’t know ‘Ren. We’ve been friends since highschool, what if it makes things weird?”

“You can’t look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you’ve never thought about it, about us,” his voice was a hare above a whisper. “Because I think about it all the time. ‘Is why I hit you up all the time, I like you stupid, I always have.”

This confession was so different from all the other ones. Eren was practically begging to let him in between your legs on a weekly basis, ever since you had met him. Never once had he been this honest though, so genuine sounding about his feelings. He had a point as well, you thought about being with him all the time. You were always at his house or going out somewhere together, you spent all your free time with him, of course you would have feelings for Eren.

“If,” you started, your eyes blinking rapidly as you returned your gaze to his red ones. “I say yes, and things are weird after, we’re going to pretend like this never happened and we go back to being friends.”

“Deal.”

Eren’s lips crashed into your’s, any and all hesitation rolling off your body as you eagerly returned his kiss. His other arm circled you, bringing you in somehow even closer to him as your hands grabbed both of his cheeks, feeling the flex of his jaw as you smashed your lips together. Eren’s hand traveled under the hem of your sweatshirt to the small of your back, guiding you to sit in his lap. Legs on either side of his hips, your tongues slipped through the both of your lips, meeting in the middle.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was Eren, but the throbbing in your cunt only expanded as Eren smoothed his hands all over the middle of your torso. They traveled up to the swell of your breasts, free from a bra, cupping both tits in his large hands. His thumbs slid and teased your nipples, hardening instantly under his touch. You arched your back, pushing your chest into his palms even more, your hips flicking as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers.

You both moaned into each other’s mouths at the roll of your hips, feeling Eren’s dick harden fast underneath your clothed center. Eren had been wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants, leaving not much to the imagination while he was in this state. You felt his lips scrape against your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently. He released it, a string of saliva linking to the two of you together.

“I’ve been imagining this for forever,” Eren’s eyes were glazed and deep red when you met his gaze. “I just never thought this would happen.”

“I’ve been wanting you too,” you admitted, your dirty little secret exposed.

He smirked at your confession, hands still toying with your breasts. Silencing you once more with his passionate kiss, he moved his hands downwards and to your back until he met the waistband of your shorts. He easily slid under the hem, gripping your ass in his palms, kneading and spreading you apart. You felt your pussy flutter, the indirect contact sending you into a deep pit of arousal, your senses heightened greatly.

It was like Eren could read your mind, and his fingers traveled to your spread cunt over his lap, running a finger over your slit over your panties. You whined, pressing your hips down to achieve a greater pressure from his hand, in turn allowing your wetness to seep through the cotton of your panties. Eren chuckled against your lips, reading your body language loud and clear. He pushed the fabric aside, allowing his knuckles to brush directly into your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he spread your arousal around your vulva. When his thumb bumped against your clit, you felt your patience snap entirely.

“‘Ren, need your fingers, now,” you panted, eyes half lidded as his kiss traveled to the underside of your jaw.

“You got it, baby girl,” he hummed into your skin. There was no resistance as he pushed his middle finger into your opening. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked. This all for me?”

You couldn’t find your voice, nodding and whining out as he pumped his single digit into your pussy. His touch was slow, deliberate, trying to memorize every single ridge and flutter of your walls as you pulsed around him. Eren’s mouth was dry, dick hard and throbbing, completely lost in the feeling of you sucking his finger in deeper. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that his cock would be replacing his fingers soon, finally fucking you like he had imagined for years now.

His middle finger dared to pull out, and you let out a desperate whine, thinking that was his plan. You gasped in relief and pleasure as his ring finger pushed past your entrance, clenching tightly on his fingers. Eren found solace in this, perceiving your flutters as permission to go finger fuck you at an ungodly pace. He positioned his wrist as a more comfortable angle, and his fingers pumped inside of you at the speed of light.

Your eyebrows came together, mouth hanging open as you squeaked and whined, Eren’s other hand finding purchase on your jaw. He squeezed your cheeks together lightly, forcing your lips to pout as he maintained direct eye contact with you. His own lips hung open, and you could see your reflection in his blown out pupils. It only enticed you more, you looked heavenly. Eren couldn’t have worded it before himself if you had verbalized this, whole heartedly agreeing with you.

“You’re so tight,” Eren groaned out, his hand leaving your chin and slipping two fingers in between your lips. “Suck, baby.”

You did as you were told, Eren’s fingers slowing to fuck up into roughly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your tongue circled around his knuckles, lips vibrating on his fingers as your moans were silenced. Eren was thoroughly enjoying himself, seeing you completely under his control like this. You were putty in the palm of his hands, literally.

He slid his fingers out of your cunt so suddenly, feeling the gush of your arousal against your inner thighs as his hand left your shorts. His other hand fell out of your mouth, moving back to your jaw as you felt the wetness of your spit spread across your face. Eren brought the hand he was fucking you with to his own mouth, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him sucking your pussy juices off of his fingers.

“Delicious,” he cooed after he pulled them from his lips. “Just like I always imagined.”

You took this as your opportunity to remove some of your clothing. You tugged your hoodie over your head, tossing it on the floor. Eren followed suit, removing his own white t-shirt and reattaching his lips to yours. You tasted hints of yourself, not at all repulsed, in fact the exact opposite. You tasted sweet, tart but sweet.

You pushed yourself away from Eren, scooting off his lap in order to tear off your shorts and panties. Eren mirrored you, almost ripping his pants and boxers off as he slid them past his thighs and ankles to the floor. He remained in his seated position, eyes swirling and fingers twitching at his sides as he watched your crawl back to him. You placed a sloppy kiss to his lips before turning your body around, placing your feet on the mattress on either side of his lap. Sat in a full crouch now, you grabbed Eren’s cock, pumping him a few times with both of your hands in a screw motion. He moaned from behind you, his own hands gripping your ass cheeks to support your frame.

You guided Eren to your hovering pussy, teasing your clit, soaking him in your dripping heat. He cursed underneath you, his right hand moving to your hip as you lowered yourself on his length. Eren groaned loudly as the feelings of satisfaction and relief flowed through his body, his own heightened senses taking over. You moved to rest on your knees when you felt Eren bottom out inside of you, a string of moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You arched your back and Eren leaned back more, eyes stationed on your beautiful round ass.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he ran a hand up to the back of your head, untangling your messy bun so your hair fell free down your back. “C’mon baby, bounce on my dick.”

You lifted your hips, slamming down to his pelvis urgently. It was so overwhelming, the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim making your brain empty. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open dumbly as drool coated the swell of your lips. You bounced again, and Eren yanked your hair back as he watched your pussy stretch around him, close to snapping and drilling into you as he saw the creamy ring form around his base. You were a moaning mess, unable to think clearly as your body took over. Pushing all your weight into your knees and palms resting on Eren’s thighs, you fastened your pace, ass bouncing every time Eren’s fat tip brushed up against your cervix.

You felt the sharp sting on your cheek and heard the resounding slap of his hand on your right cheek, tears springing to your eyes, “Fuck, Eren, you feel so good.”

Taking your hips into his strong hands, Eren was finally at his brink as he thrusted hard up into. You yelped, letting yourself go limp as he slammed into your cunt at a dangerous pace. He was in full control now, fucking you into a stupor.

Your hand left it’s home of his thigh, traveling to your aching center to rub your clit. Eren’s position was perfect, rubbing the underside of his shaft against your g-spot. When you opened your eyes, you could see his toes curling, legs flexing and twitching. He wasn’t going to last long, your pussy putting him under a spell. You circled your clit with your pointer and middle fingers, throat raw from all the noises escaping you. All you felt was Eren, all you could hear was Eren, he was filling your entire being up, replacing any and all thoughts they may have lingered in your brain.

“Gonna’ cum,” you whined, fingers moving even faster.

“I’m so fucking close, fucking cum baby,” Eren growled, thrusts desperate and becoming irregular.

You stilled above him, a breathless scream heaving from your throat as you gushed around him. Your pussy clenched so tight, and Eren couldn’t hold back. Because as empty as your brain was, Eren was in the exact same state as he shot his thick load into you, filling your tight cunt up with his cum. You milked his cock, walls convulsing in your mind blowing orgasm. Black spots appeared in your vision when you realized you had forgotten to breathe, you took a deep gasp of air.

You were a panting, sweaty mess hovering over him. Eren was in awe, watching beads of his white seed leak out of your center. He’d worry about the consequences when his brain could comprehend what had just happened, but for now, the deep primal urge of filling you up was sedated. Eren didn’t think he could’ve imagined fucking you for the first time any better than this. And when you finally lifted your hips to release him, he felt a wave of sadness, your beautiful pussy no longer surrounding him.

“Did you, oh my God, Eren,” you lifted your hand in front of you, seeing the creamy white of his cum smeared on your fingers. “You came inside of me?”

“Sorry, baby,” he caught his breath as you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning, promise.”

“I’m on the pill, but still,” you huffed, letting the anger leave you as you realized Eren would take responsibility. “You didn’t know that.”

Eren laughed without humor, “Oh well, at least I know for next time. Now c’mere, wanna’ hold you while I roll a blunt.”

#eren jaeger #eren smut #eren x reader #attack on titan #eren fanfiction #stoner eren #tw: weed #eren yaeger #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin eren #shingeki no kyojin

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abyssal-ali · 2 years ago

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Titans Tower AU, with a twist

A/N: This was inspired by one or two fics I read on ao3 but I can't remember their titles or authors. If it rings a bell please let me know so I can check it out and add credit!

A call came through Red Robin's comms. He muted the other Titans and answered it. "What? I'm busy," he snapped.

A low mechanized chuckle came through. "Too busy to miss your package?"

Red Robin stiffened. "What did you do to them?!"

Silence.

"Hood, answer me!"

"Nothing...yet. But I don't have to do anything. I just need to wait for Agent A to call and inquire about them. When he realizes you don't have them and missed me taking them because you're in serious need of a nap...then I'll strike." He chuckled. "See you later, sleep-hater."

Red Robin fumed as the call dropped and angrily reconnected. "Bring them to me untouched by 10 o'clock am tomorrow or I'll let Batman know what you did on Friday."

A gasp. "You wouldn't!"

"I would," replied Red Robin icily. "I have photo proof. Your helmet's too bright."

Muttering broke off. "Deal. 10 am tomorrow...mostly intact goods. Pleasure doing business, Alvin."

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The Titans were only muted one-sidedly. RR couldn't hear them but they could hear him, as well as Red Hood's phone-in. Apparently the villain even knew Red Robin's name, which was kept strictly under wraps.

Red Hood had...other Bats? People close to Alvin at any rate, they assumed.

The Titans prepared for Red Hood's visit, getting into position ahead of Red, who was typing away on a case in his room.

Red Hood sauntered into the tower, dufflebag in hand and helmet on head. He made his way familiarly to Alvin's room and tossed a knife at shoulder height that Al easily caught. "Computer reflection."

"That's why I threw it," replied Hood blandly. "Gotta keep you on your toes."

"Package?" Demanded Al, irritable.

Red Hood opened the duffle and the Titans tensed, remembering the stories they'd heard about his career beginning. But the Rogue only withdrew a cardboard box and handed it to Al, who opened it eagerly.

Al's phone rang and Hood snatched it up, answering it first and putting it on speakerphone despite Al's grabs for the device. "'Lo?"

"Red Robin," an older Brit said warmly.

"Hey, Agent A. Thanks for the box!" Hurriedly Alvin crammed something from the box into his mouth. "Best batch yet, love the spicing. More...nutmeg?"

"Ginger. Are you only eating them now?"

"Uh..." Al twisted and gave Red Hood a deer-in-the-headlights look. "No?"

"Red Robin," said Agent A warningly.

Al huffed. "Hood stole them and held them hostage!"

"Master Hood, I believe Red Robin is suffering from severe sleep deprivation, if he did not miss my weekly package. You have my blessing."

"Thanks, A, you're the best!" Red Hood hung up and swung Al into a bridal carry. "Tap your heels, baby bird, to the Cave we go!"

"Noo, I don't wanna," whined Al. "I promise I'll sleep here! Don't take me to 'Wing and the brat--they'll smother me and lecture meeee...."

"Fine. Since you're going without a fight, I'll let you off easy. I'll take you to my safe house and cook for you instead. But you're only getting my stir-fry if you sleep without my help."

Alvin sulked. "Fine."

Red Hood grabbed the duffle and hoisted Al into a shoulder carry. "Set the zeta for Gotham to the East End, its closer to my safe house than the Bristol one."

"All ready," Alvin announced after fiddling with his wrist computer for a moment. He spanked Hood, asking, "What're you waiting for? Let go or let's go!"

"Rude, Replacement. What're you telling the Titans?"

Alvin shrugged. "Never told 'em you were coming. They should still be training so let's go. I'll text them later."

Hood exited Al's room with Red Robin and the duffle, stepping out to face the lined up Titans. "Baby League," he greeted.

"Red Hood," said Superboy. "Why do you get along so well with Red?"

"None of your beeswax," snapped Hood. "Let us through."

"Not until you tell us why," Aqualad negotiated.

"His grandfather gave me permission to knock him out so he'd sleep, because he hasn't in at least 4 days. Baby bird knows that if he goes quietly, things are better for him. Now let me through."

"Pardon me if I don't believe you," sniffed Superboy.

"Then don't. Not like you can tell from my heart rate if I'm lying, anyways."

Al squirmed and Hood let him down to face his teammates. "It's okay, guys. Hood regularly kidnaps me to force me to sleep."

"You're serious," Wondergirl said flatly.

"No, I'm threatening him," said Hood. Al jabbed Hood's chest with his elbow.

"Stop tormenting them, Hoody. Look, it's fine. Hood's my brother."

. . .

When the Titans collected their thoughts, Aqualad asked, "Does Batman know?"

Hood snorted. "B's well aware of his problem child. He's the one who kidnapped me when I stole the Batmobile's tires."

"Didn't the second Robin do that?" Wondergirl frowned at Alvin.

"My reputation precedes me," said Hood mockingly. "Robin 2 at your service." He bowed theatrically, ignoring Al's mutter of "dramatic theatre nerds".

"But I thought you--" Superboy stopped.

"Yeah, say the d-word; I don't care. I died, got better, yadayadaya. Can I complete my Robin-napping now?"

The Titans stepped aside in silence.

Three days later Alvin came back, well-rested and happier, and they all pretended like nothing had happened, even though it killed some of them (*cough* Kid Flash *cough*).

#Titans tower au #Red Hood #Red Robin #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #ali writes #I have no patience to figure out which heroes belong to which group/age so you get who you get #If it's ooc #Oh well #It's fanon for a reason babes;)#Enjoy

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academicdisasterfic · 3 years ago

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Career Day

so I read this post courtesy of @bixgirl1, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and @o0o-chibaken-o0o three times this morning, nearly cried laughing, and here I present to you: dumb dad Drarry on Career Day.

Albus Potter really just wanted two things: that new edition of Hogwarts: A History that Rose had been taunting him with all summer, and for his father to stop being so weird about the Career Day next week at Godric’s Hollow Primary School.

‘Dad, you’ll be fine, it’s just coming in to talk to my class for half an hour.’

Harry paced across the kitchen. ‘No - but - okay. So. You’re saying that...many people...will be coming…do you know…who…’

‘Um.’ Albus lowered his piece of toast. ‘Scorp’s dad is definitely coming. Talking about journalism.’ Harry squeaked and a glass fell off the counter. Albus sighed and put down his toast.

‘You shouldn’t be nervous, Dad, it’s awesome what you do.’

‘Oh, it’s...not that…’ Harry waved a hand in a feign of nonchalance and hurriedly Reparoed the glass. ‘I mean, I’ll bring in some of my new pieces.’

‘Cool.’ Albus raised an eyebrow as Harry bustled around the kitchen, not looking at him. He didn’t know why this was such a big deal; Harry was an amazing woodworker, combining magic and practical skill to create cribs that sung infants to sleep, or picture frames that adjusted size depending on the photo, or tables that set themselves. It was super cool and he was way happier than when he’d been an Auror.

‘I’ll ask your mums to come, too,’ Harry said, hurrying out of the kitchen. ‘Yes, that will work, that should make it fine…’

Albus shook his head, refilled his glass of orange juice, and thought about how he was going to break it to Lily and James that their father was going insane.

‘Scorp!’ Albus grinned at his best friend as he and Harry entered the crowded classroom, a swarm of parents and children. Harry trailed slightly behind Albus, clutching his box of shrunken wooden objects and making a small whimpering sound when Scorpius and his dad approached. Albus thought it was awesome that he and Scorpius were friends, as they both had the only gay parents in school. Well, Harry was bisexual, which he’d described to Albus as being able to fall in love with anyone. Albus thought it was ironic that his dad could have anyone and was still single, but when he told his parents this at their weekly family dinner, Luna and Ginny just laughed at Harry for about ten minutes straight and Albus felt a bit bad.

‘Hello, Albus,’ Draco beamed. He’d been very firm on that name - Mr Malfoy is my father, Albus, don’t be so formal - and he was always interested in chatting to Albus about history and Hogwarts and all sorts of things that Harry didn’t know much about. Harry was an excellent father, and Luna and Ginny were great mums, but none of them shared Albus’ bookishness. Draco looked at Harry then, his mouth twisted in a smile. ‘Potter.’

‘Malfoy.’ Albus looked at his Dad. Harry was blushing. God, was he that nervous?

‘Dad’s been nervous all week about today,’ Albus told Draco. Draco smirked.

‘Is that so, Albus?’

‘Yeah! But I’ve told him not to be, because he’s obviously awesome at what he does, and there’s no reason he should be nervous.’

‘Indeed. Your father is exceptionally...talented.’ Draco looked calmly at Harry, who looked about ready to pass out. ‘He’s so good with a bit of wood.’ Harry made a high pitched noise and Albus looked at him, brow furrowed.

‘Oh my god, Dad, relax.’

‘Sure,’ Harry wheezed. ‘I’m very relaxed.’ At that precise moment, Ginny and Luna arrived, and Harry almost jumped behind them.

‘Sweetheart!’ Ginny pinched Albus’ cheeks and he rolled his eyes. Luna enveloped him in a patchouli-and-vanilla hug. ‘Thanks for having us. Hi, Scorpius, Draco.’ Ginny grinned widely at Draco - who, for some weird reason - winked at her.

‘Hello, lesbians. How are you?’

‘Oh, very good,’ Luna said serenely. ‘The animal sanctuary is coming along so well, and it’s so nice being closer to Holyhead for Ginny’s practices.’

‘Yeah,’ Ginny said. ‘And the kids love it there, right?’

‘It’s really fun!’ Scorpius said, grinning. ‘I love the Kneazles, they’re so cute.’

‘Yes, I’ve always been rather partial to pussies,’ Ginny said, and Draco spluttered a laugh. Albus looked over to his dad, who looked like he wanted to die.

‘Adults are so weird,’ he said to Scorpius, who nodded in agreement. ‘Let’s go find Lily and Rose.’

…

The rest of the day passed fairly normally, although Harry huddled behind Ginny and Luna for most of it. That wasn’t too unusual - Albus knew his dad hated attention. What was unusual was the spluttering and choking sounds he seemed to be making a lot today.

‘Shh, for Godric’s sake Harry,’ Ginny scolded. ‘You’re fine.’

‘How am I supposed to be fine when he is there, looking at me like that…’

‘You’re so melodramatic. He likes you.’

‘No he doesn’t!’

‘Yes he does, Harry,’ Luna chimed in. ‘That’s why he’s flirting with you.’

‘But…’ Harry looked slightly hapless. Albus was deeply confused. He had no idea what flirting was.

‘I thought that much would be obvious after, erm, Albus’ birthday party.’

‘We said we’d never speak of that again,’ Harry hissed.

‘I’m just saying,’ Ginny held her hands up, ‘Draco only gets his co--erm, his dragon--out for men he actually likes.’

‘You think?’ Harry’s voice was very soft and Ginny snorted.

‘Yeah, you absolute fuckwit.’

‘Ginny!’ Luna scolded. ‘Children.’

‘It’s okay,’ said Albus, leaning back out of the row and whispering conspiratorially. ‘I know that fuck is a bad word. I won’t say it.’ Harry snorted in laughter and Ginny put her head in her hands.

‘We are not cut out for this,’ she moaned.

‘Agreed,’ Luna and Harry responded in unison.

…

At the end of Career Day, Ginny and Luna wandered over to collect Lily and Albus for the week. Albus was deep in a conversation with Scorpius about astronomy and was pleasantly surprised to see that Luna had his bag, too.

‘Come on, Scorp,’ Ginny grinned. ‘You’re staying with us tonight.’

‘No way!’ Scorpius looked thrilled and bowled his dad over in a hug. ‘Thanks!’

‘Behave,’ Draco smiled, and kissed his son gently on top of his head. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Harry was standing just next to Draco, cheeks very red and hands shoved in his old jeans.

‘I’ll see you on Sunday for family dinner,’ he told Albus and Lily, and kissed them goodbye. Luna and Ginny murmured something to Harry that made him make the weird choking noise again as they left, and Albus only heard one last sentence as Harry and Draco walked out the front of the building.

‘Now Potter, where were we?’

Read on Ao3.

#drarry #dad drarry #dumbasses #god i love them #draco malfoy #harry potter #linny #scorpius and albus have no clue what's up #rooney writes

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taestefully-in-luv · 4 years ago

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Always You | JJK (Two)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, oc is a bad friend:(, sexual tension (?), body image issues, oc is feeling a lil insecure, mentions of sex, sounds of sex, crying, male masturbation, fantasy includes: spanking and vaginal intercourse.

Notes: thanks for the love for the first part…heres part 2! I hope everyone enjoys:) get ready for drama to come hahaha. If you wanted to be added to the taglist just send me an ask or whatevs, and feel free to send one if you want to discuss the story!

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Gentleman: “A civilized, educated, sensitive, or well-mannered man.” Is how the dictionary defines the word but if you were to look up the term in your own dictionary it would just be a picture of Taehyung’s handsome as hell face.

Opening the car door, pulling your chair out, holding your hand, softly gripping your waist, making you feel like the only one in the room—Taehyung is doing everything right. Your mind should be overwhelmed with the thought of Taehyung. He should be filling your every sense, he should be the only thing you can understand. He should be. But every time his perfect lips land on the skin of your cheek, your mind somehow finds Jungkook. That son of a bitch.

There’s a string of warm lights dangling on the restaurants brick walls, and it’s almost picture perfect but one of the bulbs is out and it’s making the scene less ideal. Your eyes keep going back to the one bulb that refuses to shine. You just want everything to be perfect.

“I know I already told you…” Taehyung is sitting across from you, his gentle smile making your heart flutter, “But you look so pretty tonight.”

You know you should be gazing into his chocolate eyes but you can’t keep your eyes from shifting towards that stupid ass bulb. All the other bulbs are lit up just fucking fine but this bulb wants to be difficult. It just hasto go against everyone else. Your eyes narrow at the string of lights and you scoff. This stupid bulb reminds you of someone.

Taehyung brought you to a decently fancy restaurant, the food is alright but he says the main attraction is the monster baked cookie with ice cream melting over the top. He is excited like a child at the mention of his favorite dessert, you can’t help but smile fondly towards him.

“So…” Taehyung slides the dessert closer to you, “I never asked but how did Jungkook take the whole not really talking in public thing?”

Your eyes shoot up to the stupid bulb and you blink at it a few times. “I…” Your gaze drifts back to him. “I didn’t tell him.”

Taehyung drops his napkin at the news, his eyes slightly widening as he processes your words.

“We just aren’t talking right now.”

You wince as the words leave your mouth, but it’s true. You are a coward who is just ignoring her best friend because you don’t have the balls to face him. You don’t have the balls to forgive him and you definitely don’t have the balls to inform him that he’s out of the picture for a month. Because you don’t have the balls to admit to yourself you chose a boy over your friend. Basically you’re just a bitch with no balls!

“Yeah, he isn’t really talking to me either.” Taehyung chuckles bitterly, “He’s really against this…I mean, I knew he was protective over you but—”

“Protective my ass.” You lean back in your chair, “He’s just being stupid.”

Taehyung looks at you and frowns. It makes you want to kiss his pouting lips.

“But thank you.”

Taehyung’s quizzical expression makes you snort,

“For the compliment. Thank you. You look really handsome as well.” You smile, your hand sliding across the table to hold his. You gently squeeze and pull back, letting go. Taehyung smiles at you but something strange settles in his eyes. He’s struck with an awkward expression as he forces another smile, his lips pulled together tightly.

“Thanks y/n” He opens his mouth then closes then opens, “For doing this. Seriously, thank you.”

“Well, you’re kind of supplying me with free coffee.” You laugh into your hand.

“Regardless,” Taehyung leans back in his chair, “You’re a good friend.”

Right. Friend... But you feel optimistic you will flee this place! The god forsaken friend zone! You smile at Taehyung, grabbing your fork and cutting into the cookie with it. You stare into Taehyung’s dark eyes as you bring the fork to your lips—okay yes, you are most definitely trying to make this sexy—you open your mouth wide and wrap you lips around the piece of cookie, you never break contact with Taehyung. You chew slowly and roll your eyes to the back of your head, like the dramatic ass bitch you are. You open an eye to see his reaction, you see him gulp and a small smile begins forming on his lips.

“mmm” you moan again.

“RIGHT?!”

~~~

“We got some pretty insta worthy photos!” Taehyung chuckles into your hair as he pulls back from the hug. “I would say tonight was a success!”

Right. A success. Because this is all for show. To get this Anna girl off his back. Not because he likes you or anything. You can’t help but feel disappointed in his words.

“That’s good Tae.” Your hands linger on his back, not wanting to let go completely. “I’ll see you tomorrow right?”

“And the next day and the next day,” he teases, “And don’t forget this weekend is the pool party at my friend Jin’s house.” Then Taehyung nibbles on his lips, “Jungkook is going…so you should probably talk to him.”

You probably should of figured Jungkook is going to go…but that doesn’t stop you from feeling shocked. You should tell him he needs to lay low in public for a month but you guys aren’t talking already so do you really have to have that discussion with him?

“We’ll see.”

Taehyung steps forward and grabs your hand, “y/n…I know I said no Jungkook but I really just meant that you two aren’t all over each other in public…you don’t have to ignore him at home too…I’m sure he isn’t feeling great about it. And honestly, it makes me feel guilty too.” He admits softly, his hand feels sweaty in yours.

“He’s an asshole.” You let go of his hand, you feel your chest tighten and you hate yourself.

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter. I should get inside now.”

“Okay…” Taehyung leans in for another quick hug and places a kiss on your forehead. You wish you could enjoy it but on the other side of this forehead are thoughts of Jungkook. Once again, that son of a bitch.

~~~

The next few days pass quickly, you and Taehyung have gone on two more dates.

The second date felt like a movie—it was classic and dreamy. Taehyung picked you up and drove you over to the next town that was having a carnival. You walked around holding hands, eating cotton candy and laughing at his jokes. The night ended with the ferris wheel, where you two got some insta worthy pictures—one shot including his lips on yours.

It felt so surreal. He posted it on Instagram that night with the caption ‘Her’ with purple hearts and within a couple hours there were at least 50 comments congratulating the two of you.

Third date you two went to a drive in theater. You fed each other popcorn, talked over the radio’s audio and took snaps to prove your date to the world.

This week has been nothing short of amazing. Taehyung is absolutely perfect. You feel like the only girl in the world with him. Like you don’t have to compete with anyone. Unfortunately, the week may have felt amazing on the outside, on the inside it’s been…weird.

The weird part of this week is the lack of Jungkook. Your usual cereal at noon on Tuesdays didn’t happen, your usual weekly episode of My Hero didn’t happen, your usual chit chat and banter didn’t occur. Just silence and awkward passes.

It’s all your doing though…Jungkook has tried. He still sat at the breakfast table munching on Apple Jacks while you passed him by, walking out your front door to meet Taehyung. He saved this week’s episode to your list so you could watch it. He has sent you multiple texts saying he’s sorry and he misses you but you ignored them. You have purposely started putting a distance between the two of you and it makes you uncomfortable.

You remind yourself that, besides doing this because Taehyung requested it, it is also for the best.

~~~

You sit at the edge of your bed staring at the bouquet of flowers Taehyung had sent you this morning. You eye the flowers, taking in their gorgeous appearance. They’re open and full and colorful. But why do you look at them and feel disappointed?

They seem to be begging for water, so you stand to your feet and grab the bouquet. You head for the kitchen to find your mothers crystal vase so you can place the beautiful flowers in it.

Jungkook is sitting at the breakfast table, slurping on some noodles and playing on his phone. You completely ignore him as you walk into the kitchen.

You stand on your tip toes to try to reach the vase in the cupboard but it’s too high for you. God damn it, you think. There’s no way in hell you’re asking Jungkook for help, no way in hell!

*about 10 pathetic seconds later*

“Jungkook, will you help me?”

You don’t even turn around to face him, you just raise your voice so hears you. Yeah, you’re a coward. You hear the screech of the chair against the tiled floor and you shiver. Jungkook doesn’t say anything as he walks up behind you, his chest coming flush against your back and you swear if he tried to pay attention he could probably feel your heartbeat through the contact. You stay frozen as he reaches his arms above you and grabs the vase. He must of just done laundry because his detergent fills your nostrils, its clean and refreshing. He sets the vase down on the counter and he continues to stand closely behind you, his scent now overwhelming your senses.

“These flowers are pretty.” He leans down to say in your ear. His hand coming down to hold on to your waist. “But you only like tulips.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “These are fine too.”

“Yeah, they are.” He admits. “But they’re not what you want.” He squeezes your waist, then he’s backing away from your body and a chill is left behind as he gets further away. It’s like the further he walks away from you the colder you become. As if Jungkook is the source of your warmth.

~~~

It’s Saturday afternoon and you are finally done getting ready. Taehyung is taking you out to a pool party today, hosted by one of his close friends—Jim? No, Jin. You know you’ve heard Jungkook talk about him before but haven’t gotten the chance to meet him since he’s a bit older and already graduated.

You look in the mirror as you tug your oversized shirt over your shorts. Underneath is a plain black bikini but unfortunately today is not a good day—you’re bloated as hell and it shows. At least you think it does. You continue to rate yourself in the mirror when Jungkook walks past your room.

“Didn’t know you were so self obsessed.” He pops in to say.

You turn to face him and as soon as he sees your frustrated expression he knows you’re on the verge of waterworks.

“Woah woah, whats wrong?” Jungkook is quick to rush to your side. You’ve been ignoring him for a week yet he still rushes to you when you need him. You’re a god damn bitch.

“I feel fat but I have a pool party to attend to and—”

“You’re going to that too…?” Jungkook eyes the ground under his feet. He sounds disappointed.

You try to steady your breathing but you feel a breakdown coming and Jungkook can sense it too.

“You’re not fat.” He states plainly.

“You wouldn’t know with these clothes I’m wearing.” You try to reason.

“Then take them off and show me.” He’s obviously aware of the bathing suit underneath but still, his words do something strange to you.

“No, I’m ugly.” Is all you respond with.

“y/n I don’t have time for this, either show me or like, don’t go.”

“Fine!”

You begin unbuttoning your shorts, painfully slow. He watches as you fumble with the zipper as you slide it down. You drag the shorts down your legs one by one and then you reach for the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head. This leaves you half naked and feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Jungkook eyes you up and down quite shamelessly. His tongue darts out to lick his lip and he muffles a groan,

“You look fine.” He says so nonchalantly it makes you want to pull his hair out.

“Just fine?”

“You look good y/n” he says, his eyes sliding to the left. You don’t feel quite satisfied with his answer so you step towards him, getting so close he is forced to step back until his back is against the wall.

“How good?” you say, your voice dipping lower than usual, “So good you would—"

Bbbrrrr bbbrrrr bbrrrrr bbrrrr

Your phone.

“Hello? ….Hey Tae. No need, I’ll just meet you at your car. Okay, bye.” You click the phone off and throw it on your bed. You gather your clothes and put them back on as Jungkook stands there awkwardly. Once you have your things you turn to face Jungkook.

“Well Tae is here…” you motion towards the door. “Look, if you’re going to be at the party can you try to…respect my fake relationship? We wanna make it as real as poss—”

“I get it.” Jungkook snaps before walking out your bedroom. Fantastic.

~~~

“And this is y/n.” Taehyung pushes you forward by the shoulders as you stumble in front of all these new faces.

“Hi everyone.” You squeak out.

Everyone gives you a warm welcome, many handshakes and hugs later you feel well acquainted. You notice a familiar face. He’s laughing with Jin over some beers and you smile in their direction. Namjoon, a friend you met freshmen year. He notices you look in his direction and he waves you over. So you walk towards him and Jin, Namjoon handing you a drink as you get closer.

“Long time no see y/n!” his dimples light up the entire backyard. He glances between you and Taehyung, who is chatting with some others.

“You and our Taehyungie, huh?” He grins at you, “honestly, I thought you would end up with Jungkook.” You can’t help but blush at that. A real deep blush. Namjoon chuckles but his eyes hold pity.

“no no not Jungkook.” You laugh awkwardly.

“Well, Jungkook has always spoken really highly of you so I am sure Taehyung is a lucky guy.” Jin chimes in.

For some reason you feel sick at that. Jungkook speaks highly of you? Yet here you are ignoring him for another guy. You are avoiding your own best friend because of a boy. Fuck, you are the worst.

“thanks guys…well, I’m gonna go see Tae.”

You walk over to Taehyung, and when he spots you he absolutely lights up. His boxy grin taking over his entire face.

“There’s my girl,” he pulls you in for a hug and places a kiss to your head. You want to melt, you want to feel the lava of love drown you but instead you feel anxious as you notice Jungkook from across the yard. He’s got a beer to his lips and his eyes on you.

“Thanks for doing this y/n.” Taehyung also catches the pair of eyes watching the two of you. He meets Jungkook’s hard gaze and automatically Taehyung is filled with anxiety as well. Jungkook just shakes his head towards his friend and takes a generous sip of his drink.

“Everything okay?” you ask, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Everything is fine.” He says with a tight lip smile. “Just glad you’re here.” He says honestly.

A few hours pass, and the whole gang is crowded in the pool. Mostly everyone is drunk, but you are pretty sober. Not wanting a repeat of last weekend. Yikes, amirite ladies? Taehyung has his hands all over you, which you don’t really mind. The thought of him touching you was once something that might make you faint but you’ve grown comfortable. Your eyes scan the pool when you notice Jungkook is nowhere to be found. Did he go home already? Maybe he was feeling so down because you’ve been ignoring him…god, you hate yourself. You just need to talk to him. You’re a shitty friend, for sure.

“I’m gonna be right back,” you whisper to Taehyung. He only nods his head and continues chatting with his friends.

Jin’s house is beyond nice, and also huge. You are trying to find the bathroom but feel like you are opening every door but the one you’re looking for. There’s only one door left at the end of the main hall and you bet your entire ass it’s the bathroom. You reach for the door knob when you hear something muffled on the other side. Oh, it’s taken.

“Thanks for this.” It’s a woman’s voice.

“No problem.” Its Jungkook. You feel your stomach drop. What makes you feel worse is how detached Jungkook sounds. He sounds far away and broken. The doorknob begins to rattle and you try to make a run for it in time but are too late. The door is swinging open and one of Jin’s friends is walking out and in the background you see Jungkook zipping up his pants. His eyes meet yours and you want to run the fuck away.

“y/n?” Jungkook’s eyes expand twice their size as he spots you.

“I was…I was just looking for the bathroom.”

Jungkook’s face hardens, “Well, you found it.” He makes his way to pass you but you grab on to his arm to stop him.

“Wait,” you breathe in and out, trying to give yourself time to think of what you want to say.

“What is it?” his voice is somehow softer than he probably intended.

“I want to talk to you…explain to you why I’ve been ignoring you.”

“Yeah, you’re still pissed at me, I fucking get it.” He spits out bitterly.

“It’s…it’s more than that.”

“More than that? Did I do something more? What did I do? y/n just tell me…” He rocks back and forth on his heels, his eyes glued to the ground.

“You’re going to be so mad at me, maybe even hate me—”

“You know I could never hate you.” He whispers, sounding so sincere it crushes you.

You glance around your surroundings, making sure no one is around and drag him back into the bathroom for some privacy. You shut the door behind you, trying so hard to ignore the smell of sex.

“Tae thought—” you begin but Jungkook is already rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Of course Tae thought.” His tone almost scares you. “Let me guess? Taehyung doesn’t want me around while you guys are fake dating. That’s not fucking weird to you?” He grits between his teeth. He balls up his fists at his side, you see his knuckles turn white and it makes you feel uneasy.

“He made some good points…”

“Oh really?” Jungkook laughs bitterly, “Like what?”

You looked into Jungkook’s doe eyes and feel a sense of guilt, like you somehow made the wrong choice.

“He thinks we’re too close. And he’s right. It would be weird if I’m super closer to another guy while dating him.” you reason, but your face falls when you see Jungkook’s scrunched up expression.

“You think we’re too close?” he whispers.

Well, yes. But also, no. Of course not, but also yes. How do you tell Jungkook all of that?

“People always think we’re dating or fucking or—”

“Oh? And all the sudden we care what people think?” his voice wavers from the rollercoaster of emotions he is feeling.

“Jungkook wait, I’m wording this all wrong. It’s just for a month okay?”

“You wanna date him that badly? That you would throw me away?” he grits out.

“Hey! That’s not fucking fair.”

“So what? Say your little fantasy comes true and he decides he wants to date you for real? Am I still out of the picture?”

“No no, of course not…” you shake your head and reach for his hands but he pulls away.

“So then what’s the difference now?”

Jungkook has a good point but you’re at a loss for words. Too choked up to speak.

“And you know what y/n? Fuck you for choosing him over me in the first place.” And with that Jungkook breezes past you, swings open the bathroom door and is out of your view.

Jungkook has never spoken to you like that before, you stand there with your mouth hung open and tears forming in your eyes.

He’s right. You fucked up. You did a fucked up thing. You chose a boy who may not even actually like you over the one guy who has always had your back.

“y/n?” you snap your head in the direction of the door to see Taehyung standing there. A look of disappointment decorating his face.

“I was told you and Jungkook were in the bathroom…” he spits out.

“I had to talk to him, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but how does this look for me?” Taehyung speaks sternly. You did NOT need this right now.

“Tae—”

“You couldn’t even last more than a week y/n.” he scoffs.

“Listen could we just talk about this later?” you ask with pleading eyes.

“I’ll call an uber.” He motions towards the hallway, “we can talk tomorrow.”

You slump your shoulders and nod your head, tomorrow sounds like it’s for the best.

3 days have passed and neither Jungkook nor Taehyung have talked to you.

You hear Jungkook come in and out of the apartment but you’re too shy to make a move outside of your bedroom. He’s either coming from classes, the gym, Jimins, or some girls house and you’re dying to know which.

You have been hibernating in your room, taking comfort in your bed when you get a notification from Instagram.

@V tagged you in a post.

You scramble to unlock your phone so you can view the post. Once you are on the app you click on you notifs and click on the post.

It’s a picture of you eating cotton candy from when he took you to the fair on your date. With the caption:

“Missing my girl tonight”

And a bunch of heart emojis. Your own heart sinks. He misses you? You close the app and instead open your messages.

y/n 9:08pm

You miss me for the show or is there some truth behind that?

Taehyung 9:20pm

Maybe it’s both?

Taehyung 9:22pm

I am sorry for how I left things…I was just kinda embarrassed that my supposed girl was with another guy,,,in a bathroom.

y/n 9:24pm

trust me I know how it looks and im sorry…

y/n 9:26pm

If it makes you feel any better Jungkook isn’t talking to me either.

Taehyung 9:26pm

Of course that doesn’t make me feel better, he is your best friend…

y/n 9:28pm

tae, I hope we can continue this…I still want to help you…

Taehyung 9:34pm

Ill pick you up at 6 for a date tmrw: )

y/n 9:34pm

I cant wait: ) : )

You click your phone off and toss it on the other side of the bed, you squeal in excitement as the realization hits that Taehyung still wants to do this with you.

You hear Jungkook on the other side of the wall, yelling into what you assume is his headset. He’s gaming. You miss him so god damn much. He has no idea what his silence is doing to you. You try to focus your attention on tomorrows date with Taehyung but you can’t help the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Guilt. You were an awful friend and now thinking about it you are continuing to be an awful friend. If he even counts you as friends anymore.

“fuck you”

Those words ring loud and clear in your ears. You didn’t even know Jungkook was capable of speaking to you like that. It fucking hurts.

Jungkook is in his room pacing back and forth. He saw it. The insta post. And he feels like he’s losing you. Neither of you have made a move to speak to the other. He’s just too hurt and you continue to see Taehyung? You obviously don’t feel too bad about the whole ordeal. And 3 days is just too long. A week was too long, but somehow these 3 days are worse.

Jungkook grabs his phone and opens up tinder. He messages one of the girls that’s been teasing him lately. He figures now is the time to make more of a move.

Jungkook 10:00pm

Hey ;) what are you doing tonight?

Leslie 10:10pm

Gonna be thinking about you probably;)

Jungkook 10:12pm

Instead of thinking about me, come see me.

And that was it, that’s all it took. She was quick to agree and he is already sending her the address.

It’s after 11pm when you hear the front door open, you quietly get out of bed, curiosity getting the best of you. Was Jungkook leaving? But then you hear a girls voice and you immediately frown. Oh. She sounds pretty. Is that even a thing? Well, she does. And it has you feeling weird. You thought you were over this.

You hear the patter of their footsteps walking towards Jungkook’s room, the sound of his door opening and closing just like that.

You walk back to your bed feeling ashamed for spying, but now you know you won’t be getting any sleep tonight. Fanfuckingtastic.

“aaahhh…” the random girl whines out causing you to shift uncomfortably in your bed.

“More?” you can hear Jungkook’s muffled voice, he sounds strained. Probably because he’s fucking some girl a few feet away from you.

You reach over to your nightstand for your headphones when you hear Jungkook grunting as the beds headboard bangs against your wall, he groans and moans and you feel yourself getting hotter.

You try not to imagine Jungkook in these scenarios but he sounds…no, you won’t have those thoughts…you don’t want to remember. Your hand is still midair when you retreat it back to your bed.

“Fuck yeah baby.” You hear him gripe. And you squeeze your thighs together. No, this cannot be happening.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” Fuck, she sounds so fucked out.

“Feels so good, feels so good” he pants over and over and you feel the back of your eyes burn.

“gonna come” he groans out and your chest is heaving now, your breathing becoming a chore. You can’t cry, not over this. He hates you and he’s buried in some other girl. And you want to fucking crying about it. You hear him moaning on the other side of the wall and then—

“Fuuuuuuccckk” his orgasm is fucking apparent. He’s obviously coming and you’re lying in your bed all fucking pathetic with tears staining your cheeks.

Jungkook lays in bed totally fucked out of his mind. This girl is sleeping next to him, trying to her best to cuddle but he resists. He wishes he had time to himself to think properly. He just fucked another girl and thought of you the entire time. He is 100% fucked up. Wait, wait. He needs to explain himself…it’s not like he thought of you like, sexually. It’s just you’re all that’s on his mind. Even during fucking sex. And he hates himself for it.

He decides to sneak out of bed to have a shower. He creaks open his door for any sign of life and when there is none he tip toes to the bathroom. Jungkook stands in the shower letting the warm water cascade over his skin, he just stands there lifeless.

Images of you cross his mind and he sinks to his knees, pulling them into his chest and he quietly curses under his breath. He misses you so much and things have gotten so messed up he just doesn’t even know how to fix it.

He scrubs himself clean, ridding the scent of the random girl he brought over. He sniffles under the raining water hating himself.

Jungkook dries himself off with your towel, and puts on his shorts. His chest left bare.

He exits the bathroom when he notices a light coming from the kitchen and sees you sitting at the table with a glass of water.

“oh.” Jungkook slips up.

“oh?” you wonder.

“I thought you were fast asleep.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.

“Just woke up.” You lie through your teeth with a strained smile. “Couldn’t sleep…”

“I know the feeling…” he admits, walking closer to you.

Jungkook makes his way to the table before pulling out a chair and sitting down next to you.

“Listen—”

“Jungkook—”

You both begin talking at the same time. Jungkook ushers you to go first.

“I…I’m still fake dating Tae.”

“I know.”

“But…” your eyes gloss over, getting choked up trying to continue. “But I am so sorry.” A few tears spill from your eyes.

“I know y/n.” he reaches his hand to squeeze your knee. You feel so much better with him touching you. “I’m sorry too…I was really harsh. And it pains me every day that I haven’t talked to you.”

“Trust me, I get it. I wanted to like, kill myself not talking to you.” Your eyes slam shut as more tears threaten to fall.

Jungkook’s face morphs into a deep frown, “You know I don’t like when you say that…”

“Right…sorry.”

“Honestly y/n…I don’t know when I will be okay with this, but I’ll respect your wishes for the month.”

“Jungkook…” Your hand flies down to his and you squeeze it but he’s quick to let it go.

“I’m mad at you right now.” He admits softly, his breathing is slow and steady. “So just give me some space.”

~~~

Like magical clockwork you hear light knocking on your front door. You scramble to find your phone and your purse to make it to the door in good time but you hear it being creaked open and the voices of two men. Shit, Jungkook got to the door first.

Ever since you started fake dating Taehyung it seems Jungkook has been keeping a distance from him. You aren’t sure why but they’ve been weird. So you want to avoid as much awkwardness as possible. You grab all your belongings and rush to the living room and find the two men sitting on the sofa quietly chatting.

“Can you keep your voice down dude?” Taehyung peers over his shoulder, looking in the direction of your room. “Would if she hears?”

“I wish she would fucking hear,” Jungkook grits through his teeth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Why don’t you just tell her?” he leans back on the back of the sofa, “She might be understanding, hm? Do it before it’s too late or I swear to god Taehyung I will tell her myself.”

“You swore you wouldn’t say shit. Just like how I swore not to say any—”

“Okay.”

“I’ll tell her dude. Just give me some time to—"

Jungkook’s eyes shoot up when he hears the light creak of your bedroom door open, he waits expectantly for you to walk through.

“Hey guys,” you announce your presence and both boys look up at you and smile. Taehyung with his boxy grin and Jungkook with a tightlipped smile.

“Hey y/n, you look nice,” Taehyung stands to his feet and walks towards you, “I mean, you always do.” He stops just in front of you and hands you a bag.

“What’s this?” you take the bag and jingle it around a bit.

“just something for our date.” He grins. “You can open it later.” Taehyung glances over at Jungkook, “Anyway, let’s get going. See you later man.” He nods toward the boy and faces you again. “shall we?”

You smile up at Taehyung and take his hand in your yours and lead him towards the front door but before you leave you and Jungkook make eye contact and he frowns.

Taehyung being the gentlemen he is runs to the car before you and opens your car door.

“Feet inside?” he asks and you’re nodding yes when he shuts the door for you. He runs around the other side and enters the car himself. Taehyung settles on an old 50’s station with the volume just right. He’s humming along with a dopey grin on his face, feeling satisfied with his choice.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Let’s get some dinner first then we can do our date activity I have planned” he chuckles to himself, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

You drive around in comfortable silence when you decide to take your phone out and shoot Jungkook a text.

y/n 6:14pm

You okay?

Jungkook 6:16pm

Don’t worry about me while you’re out with another guy

“Everything okay?” Taehyung asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“hm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking.” You reply quite honestly.

“About Jungkook?”

“What?? Why would you assume that?” your voice rises in panic.

“Well, we were all just together and I know you and him are fighting…I thought it was a safe assumption.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Oh…right. Actually, me and Jungkook sorted things out kind of but we’re still barely talking.”

“oh? Really?” Taehyungs grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“He said he will steer clear for the month, ya know, in public.”

“He—he agreed?” Taehyung coughs a few times, his head pushed back in disbelief.

“Something like that.” You don’t really know what to say, this is an awkward thing to be talking about and you wish the subject would change.

“Anyway,” you begin, “How did things with Anna escalate?”

Taehyung freezes. The color draining from his face as his knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.

“Um.” Taehyung feels sweat beading on his forehead as he tries to come up with an answer.

“You know how it is,” his mouth feels dry as he tries to speak, “She just won’t leave me alone and I want to show her that I am taken so she will get the hint.” Then a sly smile spreads across his face “and I think it’s working.”

“You think so?” you raise a brow in question.

“Well, you are such a convincing girlfriend after all.” His right arm extends towards your knee and he squeezes it. “Thanks again y/n…” he almost sounds…guilty. But you push that thought away and smile at him. Your sweet smile making him feel even guiltier.

~~~

“Dinner was sooo good.” You raise your arms above your head, stretching your body, a satisfied moan leaving you as you lower your arms again.

“I knew you’d like it! Best pizza in town!” Taehyung sets his credit card in the bill holder on the table. “Ready for what I have planned next?”

“hmmm, yes.”

The two of you wait for the server to return so you can finish paying so you can leave. Once all finished up at the restaurant the two of you head back to the parking lot and get inside his car to go to your next destination.

“Your apartment?” you ask as you notice his building coming into view.

“Yes. But you’ll see.” He turns his head quickly to flash you his pearly whites.

The two of you walk to his front door as he unlocks the door. Taehyung has a two bedroom apartment but lives alone. You’ve only ever seen his kitchen and living room and you’re wondering if you’re lucky enough you’ll see his bedroom. Hehe but that’s wishful thinking.

“You have that bag?” Taehyung asks,

“yup,” you say lifting it up and showing him the precious goods.

“Great go put it on!”

You tilt your head in confusion but you see how excited he is so you walk to his bathroom and shut the door behind you. Would if it was lingerie? You giggle to yourself at the ridiculous idea.

You open the bag to find some type of clothing. First, you pull out a large white t shirt and next was an…apron? The apron was a light pink color with a pocket in the front with your initials embroidered on it. You gasp once you realize it, your heart beating out of your chest as you melt into a puddle on the floor. He got your initials on an apron? You hurry to change into the white t shirt and put the apron on.

“Cute.” You murmur to yourself in the mirror before you’re out the door and back into the living room.

“How do you like it?” Taehyung asks from behind you, surprising you with a glass of water. You take the water gratefully and gulp down a few sips before answering.

“love it, but what’s it for?”

Taehyung beams, grabbing your arm and leading you into one of the bedrooms. He stands in front of the door and bounces on his heels.

“Ready?”

“Yes?”

“Never showed anyone this room but I feel like you’re special” Taehyung giggles, “Plus I thought it was a cute date idea.”

“hmm, okay. I’m ready.” You are such a fool for this boy, his cuteness doing a million things to you.

Taehyung begins to slowly open the door revealing a room with tarp covering the ground and easels taking up space. There are buckets of paint, a variety of colors spread all across. And many, many art pieces.

“You…” you begin to say in awe, “You’re an artist, Tae?”

“Aspiring.” He chuckles a bit bitterly. “How would you like to paint together?”

“You feel comfortable enough with me?” you ask, surprised.

“Something about you….” He starts but leaves it hanging. “Let’s paint!”

You dip your paint brush in purple paint and stroke it across the canvas, the color joining a mess of other colors. That’s art, right? Fuck, you are not good at this. You sneak a glance over at Taehyung to see him painting a scenic art piece. There’s mountains and flowers but somehow in an abstract kind of way, you tilt your head to the side trying to eye it more carefully.

“Hey, no peeking!” his bottom lip jutting out in the cutest way. You just want to kiss it.

You stand from your stool and walk over to his, your eyes never leaving his art work.

“I’m trying to figure out what I am looking at. Don’t get me wrong, its super cool. But like there’s this beautiful tree with flowers but also shapes??”

“Its abstract, y/n.” his tone is light and makes you flutter. “I like it this way.” He says softly.

“me too.” You look at him, his eyes meeting yours. His gaze shifts to your lips.

“heh really?” Taehyung’s cheeks turn a wonderful shade of pink, like the flowers on his canvas.

“You really are amazing, aren’t you?”

“Me? Let’s see what you got!” He stands from his stool and begins walking over to your art work.

“No!” you stand in his way, your arms flailing above your head. “It’s not good!” You laugh and push his chest back with your hands, Taehyung wobbles in place as he laughs at your dramatics.

“It can’t be that bad.”

You finally let him walk past you, he stands in front of your canvas with his finger on his chin,

“Okay, it can be that bad.”

Taehyung bubbles with laughter and you hit his shoulder but end up laughing with him.

“I told you.” You pout. Taehyung stares at you, his eyes once again shifting towards your lips and you aren’t going to play dumb, of course you’ve noticed.

“What?” you jut your lip out even more, walking just a bit closer to him.

“Nothing, you’re just cute.” Taehyung admits. His long fingers brush against your cheek as he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Like, really cute.”

Well, holy shit. Your heart and also your vagina cannot take this.

“How cute?” you breathe out.

“So cute I could kiss you.” Taehyung walks closer, his foot bumping into yours. “But…” He looks down at the ground, guilt beginning to surface, “y/n I have to tell—”

You tilt your head up and meet his lips for a peck on the lips taking him by surprise. Taehyung knits his brows together and is about to say something when he sighs out instead. One of his hands travel to cup the back of your head to bring you closer to him and he kisses you again. He deepens the kiss. Its slow and there’s no tongue, just lips moving tenderly against one another. You feel so light and airy like you could just float away until he abruptly pulls back.

“What’s wrong?” you panic, worry filling your eyes.

“We—we shouldn’t do that.” He finally says after a moment. Why? It was just some kissing between two people who possibly like each other? It’s not like you were delusional right? It’s not like you were making this up in your head. The flowers, the apron, the dinners, the car door, the ‘missing my girl’, the way he treats you can’t just be because of some fake dating bullshit. You know he is known for his kindness but to this extent?

“Why?” you finally say.

“Because,” Taehyung drags a hand across his face, “No one’s around. Let’s just take our pictures—”

BBrrrrrr bbbrrrr brrrrrr bbbrrrr

Taehyung’s phone is sitting on the table next to where the two of you are, it’s going off and you naturally glance over.

Incoming call: Anna

Taehyung races to turn it off, his face flushing and his hands have become sweaty.

“She…she just doesn’t give up.” He chuckles awkwardly, his phone in his grasp as you hear the buzzing of incoming messages.

“Is that her too?” you ask, feeling sorry for him.

“Uh, yeah…probably.” He says, his eyes looking all over the room but never on you.

“Well, let’s see what she’s saying.” You say nonchalantly, reaching for his phone but he yanks his hand back and barks a loud ‘No’. Startled, you step away from him.

“Sorry, I just…” he rubs his neck.

“No no, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have reached for your phone like that…” Something is off, You can feel it. But you want to push that feeling away.

“Let’s just take the pictures, I need to get home soon.”

“Yeah, okay.” Taehyung forces a smile.

~~~

Something is off with Taehyung. The way he wanted to kiss you but then pulled back. The way he got super weird after Anna called. Has she traumatized him that much? Is she like a real, legit stalker who is totally and completely obsessed with him? You feel bad for the guy, he seems like he probably has trust issues or something. Maybe he thinks you might turn out to be like her and he’s scared of that so that’s why he is pushing you away.

That’s gotta be it. You roll around in your bed about to finally get some sleep when you hear music blaring through the wall. Jungkook. You roll your eyes at his choice of timing. The clock reads after midnight, why the hell is he blasting music at this time?

You rise from your bed and storm into his room. Jungkook looks surprised to see you as he is in the middle of doing pushups—shirtless.

His muscles ripple with every movement and it has you practically drooling.

“Uh, can I help you?” Jungkook doesn’t look very annoyed, mostly amused.

“It’s late, Jungkook. Can you turn this shit down?”

“Can’t. Didn’t get a work out in today…so here I am.” He rises to his feet, shrugging.

The music is some horrible rock back that you can’t stand and Jungkook knows this. He fucking knows this. Wow, he really is mad at you still.

“Listen dude,” you put your hands on your hips, “I’ve had a weird day and I just want to relax.”

“Oh baby, I can think of a way for you to relax.” He winks. You want to puke, why is Jungkook so gross.

“Ew.”

“So…how was it?” Jungkook’s eyes fall to the ground.

“What?”

“How—how was your date with Taehyung?” he doesn’t raise his eyes, they stay glued to the floor.

“It was…” you get flashbacks to the awkward date, “fine.” You finish, not wanting to give Jungkook any more reason to dislike you and Taehyung together. “Yeah, it was fine” you force a smile.

“You know I know better than anyone when you’re lying.” He says, finally looking at you again.

Fuck. He’s right, if anyone knows you and your lying habits its Jungkook. He can read you like his favorite book. And it’s like, a picture book. Super fucking easy.

“It was fine Jungkook.” You lie again.

“What happened?” his tone eases into something softer, something more comforting and it almost makes you break and tell him the truth. Almost. But not quite.

“Nothing happened. Keep the music down, I’m going to bed.”

Jungkook watches as you spin on your heels to exit his bedroom, his eyes caving and watching your ass the entire time. He has a love-hate relationship with your house shorts, they’re sexy as hell and that’s the problem.

Jungkook turns the volume down on his speakers and sits on the edge of his bed. His head falls into his hands as he thinks about your date with Taehyung. Something must have happened. He knows it. He feels it. But he can’t force you to tell him.

He lays back on his bed and his face hardens as he thinks more about your fake relationship. He wants to beat Taehyungs ass. He wish he could tell you but it’s not his place and he just wishes Taehyung will do the right thing.

While staying loyal to Taehyung is he betraying you?

~~~~

Best friend: “A person you value over other friends in your life, someone you have fun with, someone you trust and someone in whom you confide.” That’s how the dictionary would describe the word but in Jungkook’s dictionary it would just be your cute face. Everything about you is cute to him, the way you walk, talk, dress, sneeze, just everything.

Even when you look gross as hell in the mornings dealing with a nasty hangover he still viewed you as…cute.

When Jungkook first noticed you was in his Literature class that took place on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He knew you always sat in the back and took your notes without really paying him any attention. And not to sound like a cocky bastard but…why not? He obviously thought you were pretty and there was something about you…

The second time he noticed you was at some frat party where he caught you staring at him and he thought he finally might have a chance at talking to you. Or get in your pants at least. He could one and done this situation and move on with his life but much to his surprise you weren’t interested in getting dicked down by him. No, you were interested in just…hanging out. Which he wasn’t use to. Most girls just wanted to say the got with the Jeon Jungkook and don’t pay him any mind for something serious. Because apparently he isn’t the type of guy you could be “serious” with. It’s not like he doesn’t hear the rumors. He hated this honestly…but he guesses it’s his own fault.

He even playfully offered to take you upstairs that night but you refused him. Much too shy. So he got a better idea: the 24 hour diner down the road.

You ended up talking until 9 am the next morning, laughing and snorting, telling tons of stories that cracked the two of you up. He even shared deeply personal information with you that shocked the both of you. But it just felt right—talking to you. He felt like he could open his heart to you, like he was making a real friend.

Jungkook doesn’t have much of a dating history…he mostly just sleeps around and is okay with that—because he has to be. Like what was said earlier, Jungkook isn’t a guy you get “serious” with and all the girls knew that. It just started with one girl spreading the fact he isn’t the type to ‘do’ relationships. He thought this would cause girls to try harder and try to change him or whatever. But none cared enough. He guesses…he just isn’t worth it. Does Jungkook yearn for something more? You wouldn’t know because he has never voiced it. Even though he isn’t lucky in love, he did get super lucky in a friend. That’s you. He cherishes your friendship more than anything in the world and wouldn’t do anything to risk ruining it.

3 years ago

“What about you?” you smile at him with all your teeth, “What are your parents like?”

You didn’t know at the time but this question made Jungkook feel the very dread he avoids feeling.

He looked into your wide eyes and couldn’t help the sigh that escapes his lips.

“Dad cheated the whole time and moms not around anymore.” Jungkook picks at his cuticles.

You felt a pang of guilt for bringing it up…but you were too curious to stop.

“Where did she go?” you can’t seem to stop yourself from asking.

Jungkook pauses his bad habit, his fingers coming to a halt.

“Can we change the subject?” he finally says, a small smile spreading across his lips, “It’s like, uh…a touchy subject. Ya know?” he almost looks as if he feels bad that he can’t confide in you.

“I promise I will tell you about it someday.” He swears with his pinky joining your pinky. You felt content with his answer but somehow you knew he probably never would.

Jungkook lays in his bed with his head dangling off the edge. Its 10 at night and you’re still not back. You had another date with Taehyung today—he knows because he follows the both of you on Instagram and you posted a photo of Taehyung in front of a mural that’s located just downtown. He grabs his phone to check your location and unfortunately you are still in the same spot—Taehyungs apartment. He hates this. Why does he hate this? Because Taehyung doesn’t deserve you and what he’s doing is not right. But he can’t tell you that because none of this is his business. Instead all he does is piss you off and he hates himself for it.

He truly thinks the world of you, he truly wants nothing but the best for you and he truly loves you. You’re his best friend.

Jungkook starts to doze off when he hears the front door being unlocked. It’s you.

Quickly, Jungkook jumps to his feet and scurries to his bedroom door and places his ear over the wood. He hears you talking…then another voice. You’re not alone. Its muffled but he makes out what you’re saying.

“It was amazing T,” oh, you’re with Trina. “He got me flowers, took pictures of me and got all my best angles.” He hears you giggling then another voice joins you in your laughter.

“I told you! This was a great idea!” Trina says, Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“He was such a gentlemen the whole time and it…I know it’s not real but I don’t know man…it feels real sometimes.”

“Girl, he would be stupid not to have a thing for you.” For once, Trina and Jungkook agree on something.

“I would actually kill myself if he did!” you giggle.

Jungkook goes rigid at your words, his jaw clenching so hard it ticks. He hates when you say shit like that, it creates a suffocating bubble around him that’s too hard to pop.

Jungkook decides he’s eavesdropped enough and settles back on his bed. He lays back, his arms folded behind him. He feels beyond frustrated and doesn’t know what could cure this. Well, maybe sex? Maybe he should call up some girl…maybe that could make him feel better. But somehow that didn’t appeal to him so much in this moment when his brain is occupied of you. So he settles for himself. It’s been a while since Jungkook gave himself a handy but he’s not opposed of going for it.

The lights are off and Jungkook is deciding if he wants to watch porn or settle for his imagination. A girl he use to hook up with enters his mind and he decides to roll with it, he dips his hands underneath his boxers to feel up his hardening length. He reaches for his nightstand to squirt some lube in his hand, his cock is only half hard by the time he’s gently stroking himself. The skin on his cock is smooth with few veins decorating the length, he’s already leaking precum while his imagination starts up.

He thinks of this girl and her lips, how she looks with them wrapped around his greedy cock and he becomes even harder. Fuck, he can’t remember her name—a piece of shit move but he doesn’t care at this point. He’s stroking himself faster, gathering the precum at his tip and smearing it around. A light moan escapes his lips as he tugs on the head of his cock harder. His other hand drags his boxers down his legs as his continues to stroke himself and then reaches to fondle his balls. He groans at the sensation.

He then thinks of the girls ass in the air, her wiggling it around and begging him to fuck her. Her ass is round and plump, it jiggles slightly as she squirms below him. His hand moves quickly as his thoughts get dirtier. He doesn’t see her face just her ass and her voice sounds a lot like…yours. Fuck, he can’t be thinking of you right now. He’s pissed at you, his thoughts growing angry yet somehow his hand doesn’t stop. He’s so close it fucking hurts.

“Fuck…y/n..” he whimpers into his shoulder. He now sees your face, underneath him, your hair all splayed out. Your lips are swollen and you whine for him, begging for him to fuck into you faster. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut at that image, his hand stroking him impossibly fast as he is beginning to lose all composure. He shouldn’t be thinking of you right now, or ever—not like this. But he hears you beg for him, he imagines flipping you over, demanding you to raise your ass in the air. You beg to be punished, you beg for him to spank you, and he does. He pulls his hand back and slaps your needy ass and you whimper. He does it again and again.

He sees himself insert his cock into your pussy and he’s thrusting in and out like his life depends on it. Jungkook’s hand squeezes desperately around his throbbing member, he cries out quietly as he fucks you in his mind.

He imagines you reaching your own high, your moans and screams ringing in his ears and that’s what sets him over the edge. His cum spurts out of his swollen cock, spraying all over his hand as he begins to come to a stop on himself.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck” Jungkook is out of breath, his fantasy too much for him to handle. “What the fuck did I just….”

He sits in complete silence as his breathing comes down. Did he just? He is not supposed to do that.

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WAP Headcanon

Word Count:2726

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. THANK YOU.

Warning Part Two: There is a lot of sexual content behind the cut. Oral Sex, Sex, Degrading, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Lots of swearing,

Summar Request:”i was wondering if you could write a motley crue headcannon of them with a fem s/o that got that WAP lol” I listened to WAP 700 times well writing this. I also made a playlist that you can find HERE

A/N: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO READS MY WRITING! I appreciate you all so much and just wanted to let you know that I appreciate you all sending me requests and talking to me about fandoms. You all make me so happy and I can’t even put into words how much I appreciate the reblogs, likes, and messages you all send me. Thank you!

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VINCE

“I could make you bust before I ever meet ya”

-You met Vince well working as a lifeguard the summer before college

-He literally was so obsessed with you that he went to the beach everyday for two weeks until you finally agreed to go out with him.

-Watching you climb up the lifeguard with your little red bath suit cut high so he can stare at your ass bouncing with each step

-He picks you up in his sports car and literally almost falls on his ass when you come out of the house with a sheer white dress and white lingerie on under it.

-Teasing him all night so he feels like he’s going to explode

-Sucking your finger well making eye contact with him

-Reaching out to push his blonde hair away from his face

-Touching him constantly, in innocent ways to build him up

-Complimenting his lips and running your fingers over them and pressing a thumb against his wet lower lip and then licking it and dragging your lower lip down

-The sexual tension is so high Vince thinks he’s going to cum as he drives you home

-Telling him you don’t sleep with men on the first date and not giving him a time for a second date

-”In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya”

-He sends gifts all the time until you finally agree to go out with him again

-When he picks you up you’re wearing a fur jacket and a pair of high heels.

-”Take me to your house”

-Walking into his house and sliding out of the coat and letting it fall to the floor as you look over your naked shoulder.

-Vince has been with a ton of woman but you’re fucking demanding.

-You spread your legs pulling his blonde hair to your aching pussy pushing him down and watching him eat you like it’s a last meal

-He’s a clean eater, licking and sucking, using only his mouth to suck up your juices and suck your clit

- Keeping your heels on as you lay them over his shoulders laying back on bed

-Kissing your thighs after you cum and licking up your thighs tasting the wetness that leaked over them.

-Putting a condom on using your mouth

-Being on all fours, ass in the air, letting him go deep and hard as he fucks you

-The feeling of your wet pussy leaking over his balls making a slapping sound that is driving him crazy

-Loud and Vocal during sex, telling him how he’s fucking you so good. And Vince is eating it all up. He loves being praised and you’re stroking his ego like your pussy is stroking his cock.

-Switching positions so you can reverse cowgirl

-“If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?",When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name”

-Vince loves watching the way your ass bounces and twirls on the top. He watches the way you pull up, lowering yourself on the tip of his cock and spinning down on his cock like you’re screwing it in tight.

-Skin slapping skin, wet slaps as you ride him, watching your pussy sliding out around his cock

-Telling him you’re going to cum again and Vince moving to fucking you with your legs bent over his shoulder so he can fuck you hard and deep

-Legs shaking, squeezing Vince as you cum around his cock

-Vince would be praising you as you came, so enamored with you and also feeling like he had reached some level of success

-His sweaty forehead pressed into your shoulder as he clings you you emptying inside

-You got what you wanted so you roll out of bed making yourself comfortable as you go take a shower, locking the door so you get your privacy. Completely throwing off this teddy bear of a man who loves cuddling and pillow talk after sex

-Coming out after your shower to a surprised Vince wondering why you were shutting him out after what he thought was great sex

-You tell Vince you’re calling a cab home and he’s surprised but you don’t sleep over guys' houses. But you know what you want, you got it and now it’s time to head home

-Vince is literally left speechless as he watches you put on your coat wondering if he’ll see you again or if he is going to have to keep stalking you at the beach

-“Will I see you again?”

-Shrugging as you get into a cab and giving him a coy smile before shutting the door and leaving.

-Calling him that night and letting him know you’re free tomorrow

MICK

-Everyone jokes that Mick is an old man but dude is seriously Daddy

-Like sugar daddy and gives you daddy dick

- “Pay my tuition just to kiss me”

- Always showering and lavishing you with attention when you meet up

-But whenever you meet up you know he is going to want too hook up in public

-He gets so horny knowing you can get caught and you do little things to make him go crazy

-Like wearing a little collar, that goes to the bondage set he bought, out to brunch with him

-Or when you go out you wear sheer shirts so he can see the outline of your brown nipples

-Sunday Brunch was your weekly meeting with Daddy Mars

-You’re outside, the sun shining on your skin. Sunglasses over your eyes when you feel lips on yours

-Mick is always just looking at you, admiring you.

-You’re wearing this crop top white peasant blouse that ties in the front and a denim skirt

-“I don't cook, I don't clean, But let me tell you how I got this ring”

-You met Mick at a bar one night with your friends. He bought drinks for you all night, and you made him laugh with your witty one liners. He had asked to see you again and that’s how Brunch started. He knew he was older than you but when he met you he had proposed helping you with school fees and you spending Sundays with him.

- Your foot slipped out of the sandal running along the inside of his thigh

-His eyes are dancing, loving how you know what he wants

-As you’re eating the sky is turning dark, warning of a summer rainstorm.

-the sky breaks open after Mick pays and you expect him to take you to the car to have a quickie or go to his house but he’s leading you over to the beach.

-As much as you like to tease him you hadn’t expected for it to rain so your thin shirt is completely translucent against your skin

-“Sit on the wall.”

-He sinks into the sand in front of you, tossing his jacket next to you, rolling up your wet denim skirt. Legs over his legs as he tasted you

-“Make it cream, make me scream,Out in public, make a scene”

-Gripling the concrete wall, he’s in front of you lapping at your clit as his fingers plunge into your wetness. Fingers working you with the same precision he plays a guitar. Curling into your core tapping the g-spot

-Head thrown back, rain water flowing down over you

-“FUCK DADDY!”

-People are driving by wondering what the hell you’re doing out in the rain because they can’t see Mick working better. Your legs are shaking as he holds you in place, fucking your wet pussy with his fingers, toying with your clit witb his tongue.

-“I’m going to cum”

-Mick moved a little, fingers going into overdrive as he spread you further watching as you squirt.

-Kissing your thighs as you try to breathe again after he just dragged out a super strong orgasm from you.

-Wrapping his jacket around you as you go to his car

-He pulls up to your dorms and slips some cash into the jacket pocket.

-“See you next week, baby.”

NIKKI

-“He bought a phone just for pictures, Of this wet-ass pussy (click, click, click)”

-Nikki just bought a new video camera and you’re going to be the star of his film.

-He has you posed, sitting on the floor with knees bent and legs spread naked so he could video you touching yourself

-You’re looking at the camera, not shy as your hand dips lower. You take your fingers in a V splitting your lips to reveal the juicy wetness inside your aching cunt

-Nikki audibly groans seeing the sticky sweetness in a glistening pattern across you

-It’s obvious he wants to touch you but he’s trying to record all of this.

-Holding your lips apart you take a free hand swiping a finger over your wetness and holding it out for Nikki to taste. His mouth is around your fingers in an eager moan as he licks them clean

-The way he licked your fingers just had you wanting more

-You love performing for Nikki and driving him crazy

-Rubbing your wet fingers over your nipples, soft moans that cause him to curse under his breath

-Using your fingers to rub your clit and tugging your nipples well looking at him

-Nikki takes out his cock, stroking it as he’s watching you.

-You open your mouth, tongue coming out as an invitation

-He’s setting down the camera at an angle, gripping your head as his cock slides into your mouth

-”I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp,I wanna gag, I wanna choke, I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing, That swing in the back of my throat”

-He’s gripping your hair, compliments like “fuck baby” “so good” “take it all” and deep groans of appreciate coming from him. You’re drooling, tongue lapping to stroke every inch of him as he’s holding himself all the way in your throat. You feel your spit sliding out of your mouth, covering his balls as Wet gurgles of pleasure come from you around his cock

-Nikki tilts your chin up, “Eyes on me.” You look up, eyes watering and mascara leaking down your face from not being able to breath but you put on your big eyes good girl act

-“I’m going to paint your face in my cum, Princess.”

- Pulling out of your mouth and shooting his hot cum across your face, licking your lips to taste him as he grunts out as he cums.

-“Stay like that I want a picture”

-Nikki shuts off the video camera and starts taking Polaroids of you covered in his cum, smiling like the little whore you are

-He’s posing you, and giving you a towel to clean your face as he starts taking pictures of you on your hands and knees ass in the air

-“You’re still so wet for me.”

-You get on your back, Nikki covering you with his body, his lips hovering above yours. Your heart beating with anticipation and you whisper out a “Please” the smug smirk of satisfaction is illuminating his face.

-Nikki slides into you, filling you until you’re stretched almost uncomfortably around him

-Deep strokes making you see fucking stars as he holds your hips, letting you wrap your legs around him, and he fucks you

-”Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes”

-Your mouth is hanging open and you go to lick your bottom lip and he spits in your mouth, taking you off guard at the intimacy and

-You’re looking up, open mouthed and horny shocked that he did that.

-“Treating my princess like a whore. “

- You nod your head to let him know you liked it and you’re okay with it. The way your nipples hardened and you squeezed around him gave him the confirmation you were his little whore.

-Your wetness was coating not only you but Nikki’s thigh as it slipped from your body

-You opened your mouth to tell him you were going to cum but it was shut off by his lips slamming into yours. He knew our tell tale signs. Your arms holding onto him, soft mons coming out as you pushed into him, writhing in your orgasm

-”I’m going to fill you up, Princess.”

-Your head was nodding, his lips easing you with kisses he peppered on your skin, the way his pants met your ears before the groan and you knew he had finished.

-You lay on the floor for a moment well you both get your breath back. And then you head to the shower

-Nikki helps you clean up, his hands gentle on your shoulders.

-”You were so wet today, Princess. I guess you like being in front of the camera”

-Just hearing him says that just gets you started all over again and you want him again

Tommy

-”Big D stand for big demeanor”

-Can not keep his hands off of you

-You sit down and he’s either next to you on the couch of he’s behind you reaching ove of his freakishly long arms over to hold your shoulder

-This man loves you and is always ready to go

-At a show, he’s making eyes at you backstage before the show and you know exactly what he wants from you

-Standing next to a table talking to someone you feel his hands on your back squeezing a hip as he leans in to whisper to you, “Come with me”

-He pulls you into a dressing room and everyone knows exactly what you tw are about to do.

-Tommy is quick to pull up your skirt and he’s dropping to his knees in front of you, tugging your panties to the side and pulling a leg over his shoulder

-He loves eating pussy, this man loves sliding his tongue into your pussy, swirling his tongue around to get your taste on his tongue. His fingers pinch your clut rolling it in tiny circles as his tongue fucks you in little thrusts and than laps hungirly

-”Fucking love the taste of you, babe. You’re so sweet.”

-You feel like you’re going to collapse, your thighs are trembling and you want to cum with him inside you

-”Tommy, fuck me. Stop fooling around.”

-Do not need to tell this man twice. Very good listener.

-”I want you to park that big Mack truck, Right in this little garage”

-Tommy has you bent over the couch before you can even realize what is happening, his cock teasing your entrance, sliding the tip in and pulling out. Inch by inch he goes in and comes out until your legs are shaking, needing all of him inside of you.

-He knows there isn’t a lot of time so he’s slamming into you, his bare cock filling you after his teasing and groaning Y/N in appreciation.

-Your pussy squeezes against him, making the drummer curse in surprise

-He’s wrapping your hand around his hair pulling you so your back is arched and he can really slam into you

-Your ass is slapping against him with each thrust and you’re meeting him

-”Fuck babe, you’re so wet. Your thighs are like a fucking slip and slide”

-Tommy is more vocal during sex than you. He’s always praising your body, telling you how hot he thinks you are, telling you exactly what he likes, making little groans of pleasure when you clamp down on his cock, and just really making the whole thing feel good.

-”Stop squeezing me, I’m not going to be able to pull out if your pussy keeps sucking me in.” He warns you as you bounce back against his cock

-Tommy wants you to cum, you can tell he can’t hold on much longer

-His fingers reach around pressing your clit and after a few touches you let go against him, falling forward with a shudder

-Making you cum just gets this man even more fucking excited. He’s pushing deep into you, getting a sweat appear

-He’s pulling out, jerking his cock in fierce needy motions, shooting his load over your ass in white stringy patterns. Slapping your ass playfully

“Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me “

-After his boner brain goes away and he can think like a normal person again he’s helping you clean up.

-All about aftercare and making sure that you’re okay

“I said, certified freak, Seven days a week, Wet-ass pussy, make that pull out game weak”

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