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l-starsz · 17 hours ago

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could you please write some smut where r and billie are coming home from a party theyre both drunk and end up fucking in the pool late at night (the pool has red led lights) (add strap please🙏🏼) r has been a brat all night so billie is like kinda mean and degrades her

THANK YOU

a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK AGES FOR ME TO WRITE BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD🫶

as i rushed to get ready, billie was laying on our bed. she was completely chilled out whilst i was stressing about how i was going to make us late. billie had previously been rushing me, since we had to be there soon in order to not be too late. she eventually resorted to waiting in bed whilst scrolling through her phone, glancing over to me every so often.

"cmon angelll, are you nearly ready?" she practically whined.

"i'm about to be ready bil, promise." i giggled, "can you help me with my eyeliner please?"

"of course, pretty girl." she smiled, getting up from the bed and walking towards me.

i held the eyeliner pencil out towards her, which she soon enough took. she was about to start when she gave me a questioning look, and i knew exactly what she was thinking.

"sit on my lap." i whispered, gently holding her hips and pulling her closer to me.

she didn't complain, and let me practically pull her onto me, before taking the lid off my eyeliner and getting closer to my face. she was being so gentle, careful not to hurt me or poke me with it. after a few short minutes, she was completely finished.

i looked in the mirror with a smile on my face.

"perfect, thank you, baby." i thanked her, then placed a gentle kiss on her lips, my lipstick and lipgloss transferring slightly onto her lips.

i pulled her further into my arms for a minute or so, before she whispered to me that we needed to leave. we were both finally ready, and it was looking like we would still be pretty on time, so we left as quick as we could.

hours passed, we stuck together the whole time we were there, but were both a little drunk. we'd definitely had too much to drink. we were practically all over eachother, whilst the music echoed loud, making us even more touchy.

"can we go somewhere quieter, love?" i heard her whisper into my ear as my back pressed against her chest.

"hmmm, i don't know, i'm quite happy staying here." i smirked.

i'd been planning to tease her, and be bratty. i needed to see how she'd react. and i was hoping she'd maybe punish me too.

the whole night i had been talking back to her, trying to get a reaction from her. but she didn't react. all i got was her rolling her eyes at my words, or her grip tightening on my skin. she didn't push me, but i could tell that she was getting impatient. the alcohol running through us wasn't helping either.

obviously i was desperate for her, but i needed to keep my act up. i needed to make sure i got some sort of reaction from her.

it was only a matter of time before one of our friends came over to us, offering to drop us off on their way home. we hesitated at first, wanting to stay longer and continue our fun, but when our friend brought up how drunk we were, we accepted.

it didn't take long to get home at all, since we lived nearby. we thanked our friend as we got out, letting out drunken giggles as we walked up the driveway towards the front door.

billie had the keys, and she fiddled with them for a bit, trying to find the right one whilst almost dropping them on the floor in the process. this just made us laugh more, and when she finally managed to open the door, get us both inside, and then lock the door behind her, we stumbled straight upstairs.

i flopped onto the bed, whilst billie looked for comfier clothes. i was waiting for her, when i got an idea. a small smirk appeared on my face when i opened my mouth to speak.

"bils? can we go in the pool?"

she turned around with a smile, but then her eyebrows furrowed.

"we don't have anything to wear.. i have no idea where our swimming costumes are."

i groaned and threw my head back out of frustration. i wanted to tease her more. i knew exactly what i wanted to wear to push her over the edge, but obviously that wasnt happening. however, another brilliant idea popped into my mind as i was trying to think of solutions. why did neither of us think of it before?

"we can always go in naked?" i suggested, rolling onto my side and reaching my hands out for her to come towards me.

as my hands landed on her waist, i tugged at her clothes. i was getting desperate for her. i was supposed to be bratty, and instead i was needy. i needed to change my attitude. i had time to be needy later. at least i hoped.

she moved away from my slightly, and pulled me up onto my feet, attempting to pull my clothes off. i shook my head and moved back.

"hmm i think i changed my mind.. it'll be more fun with our clothes on."

i knew that she wanted my clothes off. as much as she loved my outfit, which consisted of the shortest skirt i could find, it only just covered me up, but one wrong movement and everyone would've seen my underwear, which billie had picked out for me before we left. i was also wearing a tight shirt, and no bra, so it was safe to say billie was worked up. and it didn't help that i was talking back, and ignoring her requests. the alcohol made both of us needy, but my defiance made her want need to punish me, and fuck some sense into me somehow.

her tongue poked the inside of her cheek, and i could tell she was getting frustrated.

"you know what? go wait by the pool i'll be out in a few minutes."

i was confused, but i had to keep my act up.

i crossed my arms and shook my head, walking back over to sit on the edge of the bed. my hips swayed as i walked, making sure she saw.

a sigh left her mouth, before she grabbed something from the wardrbe, and walked downstairs without me. i decided it would make her more mad if i didn't follow at all, so i stayed put, looking for my phone which i must've misplaced. i was always more forgetful when i was drunk.

i waited for about five minutes, before realising she wasn't coming back. she was waiting downstairs and wasn't coming to get me. she knew exactly what i was up to. she'd known all night.

i groaned, then headed downstairs, straight outside to where our pool was. there were two towels folded and waiting on one of the chairs by the pool, and i took notice of them before my eyes drifted over to billie, who was completely naked in the pool.

i could only make out her tits under the water, and my eyes were glued to them.

"coming in, angel?" i saw her smirk, the red lights surrounding the pool making it slightly more difficult for me to see her.

"i.. yeah." i managed to stutter out.

i walked over to the side of the pool which was closest to her, before removing my clothes as slow as i possibly could. i first started with my shirt, taking my time to lift it up so that it sat just under my boobs. i pushed the waistband of my skirt down, exposing my underwear slightly, but not quite enough for her liking.

i could see on her face that she was mad, but she was trying her best to hide it. i could see right through her though. i eventually took my top off, letting it fall to the floor.

my skirt slowly followed, and all that was left was my underwear. i thought about leaving them on, but i knew that as much as it would tease billie and test her limits, it would be so uncomfortable.

i slid them off my body, being careful not to lose my balance as i wandered over to the edge of the pool. we were obviously still pretty drunk, so i knew that the second i was next to her, we would be all over eachother once again.

i made my way over to the steps, slowly getting closer to her, whilst she stayed exactly where she was. i made sure to take my time, but as soon as i was facing her, her hands attached to my waist like a magnet, pulling me close.

"you think you're smart teasing me, hm? being a brat? such a needy fucking slut for my attention."

her words were slightly slurred as the gap almost closed between us. i couldn't hold back any longer. i practically pounced on her, my lips finding hers straight away.

she kissed back slightly, before pulling away. she lifted me into her arms, my legs wrapped around her waist, but i felt something. had she kept her underwear on? i was about to ask, when something was slammed inside me. and it would only be one thing.

she had her strap attached around her waist. the one she knew was just that tiny bit too big for me, that made me overstimulated in a matter of seconds. a moan echoed from my mouth, straight down her ear.

she wasted no time speeding her movements to pleasure me, but not for long. i knew it wasn't going to be so simple. i didn't know what she had in mind, but i just needed her. her grip on my waist was enough to leave marks, and her speech was slurred as she thrusted into me. it was a good job i was so wet, otherwise it would've made things more difficult.

"such a desperate, needy slut, isn't that right, love?"

my cries and moans grew so much louder upon hearing her words, my body limp in her arms as i was so close to finishing.

"cmon, need you to answer me. can't just ignore me, baby. that's not nice, is it?"

my moans sounded like sobs as i tried so hard to get the words out for her. i was hoping that our neighbours were sleeping, because i was definitely loud enough for anyone to hear me.

"i'm not even going to think about letting you cum if you don't answer me."

her speech was slurred from the alcohol, but also muffled as her lips pressed against my neck. i felt her sucking marks over me, whilst one of her hands reached my clit, adding onto the other sensations, bringing me right to the edge.

part of me wanted to say it, so that she'd let me cum. but the other part of me was more desperate to continue being bratty.

i threw my head back and held onto her shoulders as tight as i could.

"going to carry on being a brat? suit yourself.." she mumbled with a smirk, before pulling out with no warning.

"no!! no pleaseee. billie, baby, please i'll do anything!! i was going to say it i swear!" i cried out, pulling myself closer to her and hiding my face in her neck.

"nuh-uh. you wanted to be bratty and tease me all night? this is what you get. maybe if you can prove to me that you can be a good girl then i'll let you cum."

her voice was calm. much calmer than mine. i was a whiny mess, trying to convince her to touch me more, to make me cum, but she wasn't having any of it. not until i proved it to her.

"how?! i'll do anything bil!"

"let me fuck you until i finish, yeah? then you can cum. you're gonna take it, and be good for me, okay?"

"yes!! of course! i'll be good for you."

the strap broke through my tight walls once again, the familiar feeling so perfect yet overwhelming at the same time. her thrusts met her previous pace immeiately, making us both feel good. i squeezed my eyes shut tight, letting her basically use me for her own pleasure, and waiting for her to let me finish. the water slightly splashed and made waves around us from our movements.

it felt like ages, but definitely wasn't long before her moans increased in pitch. she sounded so beautiful, it was getting difficult for me to hold onto my orgasm, hearing her whines and feeling her inside me was making the pleasure build up inside me quicker.

as soon as her moans was louder, and more high pitched, i knew she was ready to cum. my own moans mixed with hers, and i let out breathy whines into her ear.

"please, bil. cum for me. i want to cum for you, please. you sound so pretty. so perfect. my beautiful girl." my voice was almost a whisper, but at the same time it sounded so powerful as it echoed through her mind.

that was all it took for billie to cum, the friction of the strap rubbing against her clit helped, but my words threw her over the edge. her voice was so breathy that i almost didn't hear her speak. i was clenching around the strap whilst my nails dug into her shoulder, sure to leave scratches or bruises for her to wake up to in the morning.

"you can cum for me baby! fuck! le- let go for me."

that was the only thing i needed to hear. i'd never came so hard in my life, not bothering to even attempt to keep myself quiet. i didn't care who heard, or who i woke up. we both needed this, and that was all that mattered in our minds in that moment.

as we both slowly came down from our highs, my moans turned into sobs once i started to get overstimulated. she stopped her movements, making sure to hold me closer and pepper my exposed skin in kisses.

i did the same to her, having no intentions of moving away from her yet. but i felt the strap being slowly pulled out of me. her hands ran along my back to soothe me whilst she pulled completely out, somehow managing to take the strap off and throw it on the side of the pool. we stayed where we were, just holding eachother for a while until i was falling asleep, and of course billie noticed when my body slowly grew heavier and slumped against her.

"cmon angel. lets get cleaned up. i've got you." i heard her whisper, before placing a little kiss to my head.

we were soon upstairs in the bathroom, a towel draped over each of our bodies, and while i clung onto her still naked body, she started running a nice warm bath for the both of us. i so badly wanted to help her, and take care of her just like she was doing for me, but i was almost asleep. i was exhausted. still drunk. and fucked out. although billie was also still drunk, and tired, and fucked out, she could handle it better than me. i could barely keep my eyes open.

she added some lavender scented bubble bath, which made my eyes feel even heavier as the smell filled the room. she was still somehow holding me whilst making sure everything was perfect for us. she laid out some clean clothes, fresh towels, and skincare for afterwards.

we finally got in the nice hot bubble bath, our muscles relaxing and tiredness practically taking over us. although i was struggling to keep my eyes open, i insisted that billie laid against me. i wanted her to feel as though i was taking care of her as much as she was taking care of me. so, whilst we were in the bath, i helped her clean her body, wash her hair, and made sure she was relaxed and calm.

she did the same for me, and we spent time letting the water warm us up and pull us further into our sleepiness. we eventually got out, wrapped in the fluffy towels, and fighting to stay awake. we rushed to do skincare, and put our pyjamas on, before we were in bed. sleepy and slurred i love yous, and goodnights, came from us before we were fast asleep.

neither of us woke up once in the night, we were completely worn out, and felt as though all we needed was eachother. it took us a while to actually get out of bed when we woke up, our heads were hurting and the sun seemed way too bright shining through the blinds. when i finally decided to get up, i glanced out of the window after getting dressed. something caught my eye laying on the side of the pool. oh.

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girl-lostconnection · 3 days ago

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I'm so sorry you have to deal with people being so demanding, and I hope that they actually listen to your post and stop, cause it's just really rude in general.

On the other hand, I, for some reason, keep thinking about your story of reader dying and the 141 grieving and how, for me personally, when it comes to one of my loved ones, no matter how much time passes, I just can't stop thinking about them, craving their love, the way that they loved, and how you can see the similarities in others but it isn't quite right, it still doesn't feel the same, and you're just never left satisfied when you want their love again and no one else can do that, because it's not them. You're still loved, yes, but it's not the same.

Idk. I just was thinking about that and was wondering if that's what they might feel. They still have each other and love each other, but I wonder if there are times when they want or feel like they need it to be like reader's way to feel better on some days, where little things that upset them were originally made better by something reader did, but now that they're gone they're just left with that feeling to simmer.

You know one of the things I had to learn while dealing with grief — it doesn’t become smaller. You just get bigger, you get more experiences the older you get and all of that grief is still there. But grief is just what is left of your love for the person who is no longer there.

I think for them it would manifest differently but I can definitely see Johnny trying his best to keep going because he knows he has three more partners and they have to keep going and they have to keep living. Because Reader wouldn’t be happy with them just ending it all, because there is so much more time left, so many things they haven’t done. I think for him it would be one of the things that would eventually result in early retirement. He already lost a quarter of his heart when he lost Reader, he doesn’t want it happening again. And as much as he loves being demolitions expert, he knows there is a different type of life out there. One that can give him and his partners stability and safety.

I think Johnny would be the person that despite it all still sometimes talks about Reader like they are still there. He mentions references to movies and music and books, he draws them in his sketchbooks, he mentions that “this is the dessert they always wanted to try”. With time it turns into a warm kind of nostalgia, the love that he carries with him, his grief manifesting in trying to compensate for everything Reader wouldn’t experience by living through it himself. And by living on. When his time comes he hopes to see Reader again and say “see? I did well, didnae i? It was a good life. A long life, like you wanted. Bet you are proud of me”

Like i mentioned before Kyle took it in one of the worst hits, he’d keep holding onto Reader’s clothes and mementos as long as he can. He googles obsessively brands of clothes, he finds exactly the same articles because even if these get ruined or good forbid someone throws them out �� he will know what to order. It won’t be the same, but he could pretend that it is. He already pretends that he’s alright, he already pretends that the hoodies he’s wearing with Reader’s name and rank are just part of his standard uniform.

I feel like Kyle is a person who has never experienced a loss this big before. He never lost someone who was this close, someone who’s still in his head, someone whose voice he keeps hearing when he talks to himself. Kyle likes to imagine that Reader never passes on. That they are still there, maybe noncorporeal, maybe he can’t see them, but at this point he’d settle for anything.

I think Kyle was never one for religion but whenever he passes church he’d get in to light a candle and say a quick not even a prayer but sort of a wish. Like that’s the only way he can chat with you, like something holy could really pass his “I’m okay, love, I’m eating well. Last mission was shite, but you know how it is. You no longer come to me when i dream. Are you upset, baby? I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful next time, i know you don’t like me getting injured. Just please, come back. I can’t sleep well without you.”

Simon would probably have the hardest times adjusting to the absence of Reader, because he takes the longest time to accept their death. He tries so hard to pull away from the moment where he would need to actually process the notion that it finds him itself and hits him with the force of minivan.

There is aching that he can’t relief, there is itch he can scratch — there is a person who he could tell any of his jokes and who’d not just joke in return but laugh at it and this person is gone. They are not coming back, he can’t even find them somewhere to watch out of the shadows, he can’t stalk them.

Losing people like that is always the hardest because with living people you at least can call/text/send a letter with a carrier pigeon. You can come back and open old wounds, you can pick up the fight, you can look them in the eyes and get some closure. Simon is not getting any. He fights every step of the way, he drags his feet. He’s easily agitated, he feels like hitting his head on the wall every time something stabs him from inside reminding that you are gone.

He comes up with a joke and yeah, of course he can tell it to anyone out of 141, but he wants to tell it to Reader. He wants to tell it to them specifically because they’d have a funny response which they’d choke out of themselves by laughing so hard he actually starts laughing. He misses it. He misses them. He misses their smell, the feel of them, the way he could talk to them and they would just get him so well like no one else would. He doesn’t just lose a partner when Reader dies — he loses a friend.

Price is…Price is complicated. He’s one to bottle it all up and throw it so deep down it may never come up other in his subconscious habits. He makes tea for five people and not four, he shops for five, he still buys the snacks Reader liked, he starts planning celebration for their birthday just on the back of his mind until he catches himself doing it and just forces it all down deeper.

Price would be a high functioning alcoholic in his grief, but still an alcoholic. He drinks a little more than he should, he forces down a drink he’d previously wouldn’t because he knows his limits. But it burns and it numbs and for a few hours he can breathe again. Alcohol allows himself to loosen a lid on everything he feels, it puts safe distance between his feeling and him and he actually allows himself to process some of them.

He cries, he ruins his office, he punches through the wall, he routinely throws up. Once he gets so drunk he actually starts having hallucinations, intoxication so severe he almost chokes on his own vomit. Soap finds him just in time to get him help. After this he gets out on suicide watch for 72 hours and the team would start actually guard him in shifts.

Price still drinks but now next to him there is always someone who also remembers his limits and doesn’t let him overstep them. John hates it at times. He hates himself much more though. He hates Reader sometimes too, because that’s not fair that they are gone. Because look what a fucking mess he is, love, bloody disgrace to drink himself under the fucking table.

Price has the fastest adjustment to Reader staying deceased but at the same time he can’t fully process his grief. Part of him is scared that he will drive himself mad if he does, another part just doesn’t want to. It’s stubborn and unhealthy but so what. He’s a captain, he lost soldiers before, he’s gonna deal with it this way.

But i think he’s also the second person who retires straight after Soap because he finds a new almost obsessively-desperate purpose in keeping his boys alive and well. He may be a fucked up man but his boys already lost one of their own, he doesn’t want to drag them through his death as well

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bucksangel · 18 hours ago

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sugar and cream

pairing: alpha!steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly) - omegaverse!au pt. 4

word count: 10.6k (i’m sorry😭)

summary: The second thing you notice is the bench seat by the living room window having been cleared off, leaving only a few pillows and a variety of Bucky and Steve's clothes. You're drawn to it like a moth to a flame, the potent scent of your Alphas clinging to their shirts pulling you in until you can reach out and run your fingers over the red Henley on top. "We, um - We thought you could have a nest... here."

or - you finally mate with your Alphas.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! the amount of fluff in here is unbearable, this is also very smutty, threesome (mmf), knotting, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving and also kinda m receiving), cum swallowing, praise kink galore, consent is sexy, cockwarming, mentions of bonding, mentions of m/m sex, dirty talk, omegaverse, omega is shy and inexperienced, stucky are extremely careful and loving, a slight amount of angst (bucky is insecure about his arm/scars), basically everyone is nervous, switching povs

a/n: part 4 is finally here!!! i want to continue this au so if anyone has any suggestions as to what to write then lmk!! beta’d by the ever lovely @perdidosbucky-yyo and @fandoms-writings <3 and, as always, this is dedicated to my heart and soul: @buckysbarne

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After days of not seeing your Alphas or having much contact with them, it sends a rush of adrenaline straight to your veins when Bucky texts you that they've finally made it home. Over the few months Bucky and Steve have been courting you, they've only gone on a handful of missions, and most only lasted a day or so with only one of them being gone, so you always had one of your Alphas by your side.

This is the first time they've both been gone for almost four days, and while that isn't that long in the grand scheme of things, you've been anxiously waiting for any communication from them that they're safe. And now that you know they are, you can't remember ever being so excited for something. You want to see them, to check them over and make sure their bruises and cuts are taken care of - even though you know they've already gone to the medical wing of the Tower to get everything taken care of.

It's also extremely nerve wracking because tonight is the night. The night you'll finally mate with Bucky and Steve and show them how much you love them with your body and soul. You haven't been with many Alphas, but you've watched a fair amount of porn with men that may or may not resemble yours in preparation for tonight. It was a little... embarrassing at first; you didn't even know what to search for. But the more videos you watch and accounts from other Omegas about their experiences with being with two Alphas you read, you'd like to think that you're ready.

Truthfully, you've been ready for tonight, even before they asked if you were. You've never wanted to give yourself over to anyone more than these men because you know they'll treat you right, they'll take care of you.

So, even though your skin is buzzing with anxiety, you don't dare and try to talk yourself out of grabbing your bags and jumping in your car. Your face almost hurts from how wide your smile is, the happiness at finally seeing your boys combined with tonight's events causing you to let out a little shriek. You can't contain your emotions right now, not that you want to, Steve and Bucky are very vocal about how they love that you've come out of your shell the longer you've been with them.

Just as you're parking, your phone dings with a text from your friend, Tori.

Have fun, be safe, and call me if you need me <3

Two seconds later, another text comes through.

And tell them that they better treat you right or else I'll come for them :)

Rolling your eyes, you quickly type back a response.

Thank you, babe. I'll let them know and call you if I need anything, ily <3

You don't bother waiting for a response before you grab your bags from the passenger seat and climb out of the car. You suppose you should feel anxious walking up their porch, but any and all worries immediately dissipate as soon as you reach the front door, to which it promptly swings open. Bucky is standing there, a wide smile stretched across his face, and a flush on his cheeks.

"Honey," He says, though it's more of a breathy whisper. His eyes sparkle, and you can't stop yourself from ducking your head and nervously giggling, making sure to hold your bag tight so as not to drop it. "Here, let me take that."

You hand him your overnight bags, to which he takes them in one hand and grabs your hand with his other to guide you into the house. It's decorated a little differently than how it looked when you were last here. The first thing you notice is the new large fluffy blanket folded and thrown over the back of the couch, enticing you to collapse onto it and wrap yourself in the fabric.

The second thing you notice is the bench seat by the living room window having been cleared off, leaving only a few pillows and a variety of Bucky and Steve's clothes. You're drawn to it like a moth to a flame, the potent scent of your Alphas clinging to their shirts pulling you in until you can reach out and run your fingers over the red Henley on top.

"We, um - We thought you could have a nest... here." Bucky's nervous voice makes you turn your head to look at him. Steve has come to stand beside him, lacing his fingers through his mates', and smiles at you with such fondness that it makes you want to drag them to their room right then.

"We thought you could have a nest... here." Saying it out loud is a little scary, but Bucky and Steve want you to know that you're welcome here, that they want you here any time you want to be here - which they can only hope is all the time.

And Bucky feels like he's floating on clouds when you smile at them, then take the Henley and bring it up to your nose. Your sweetened scent permeates the living room, and Bucky thinks he can make out the hint of a grin behind his shirt.

"Thank you, Alphas," You say when you lay the shirt back down, and Bucky is suddenly pulled back down to earth the closer you walk toward them, placing one of your hands on his cheek and grabbing Steve's hand with your other. "I - I'd love that."

If it weren't for the flush on your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes, Bucky would've thought your micro stutter meant the opposite of what you said. But, as it is, he can't find it in himself to doubt you when you step up onto your tiptoes and place a lingering and loving kiss on his lips. And, after days of not seeing you, Bucky feels like he can finally relax and let out a big sigh of relief at knowing that he's surrounded by both of his loves.

Bucky's been on edge for the entire mission - not like Steve fared much better; they were both worried about not being able to keep contact with you. They absolutely know you can take care of yourself, but after months of doting on you and having you love them in return, they got used to it. Even if you didn't see each other every day, they never went long without texting or calling you, so it made both his and Steve's skin crawl at the circumstances.

But now they're back, and both men know that you are what makes their small brownstone a home, which is why they were even more excited to return.

Your kiss grounds him, the glide of your lips against his causing him to sigh into your mouth, and he can't stop himself from licking and then nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to hear that little squeak you let you whenever they give you things or do something that you like.

You'd all kissed before, including a few heavy petting sessions, but nothing further. They respect your boundaries and comfortability, and they'd hate themselves if they were the ones to hurt you like that. But, at their core, they're Alphas, and neither man can deny the rush of adrenaline whenever they're able to bring you even the smallest amount of pleasure.

The kiss comes to an end far too soon for Bucky's liking, but there's something inside him that loves seeing you and Steve together, so he pulls back, trying desperately to not feel bad when you whine and chase his lips.

"Why don't you give ol' Stevie a kiss too," Bucky murmurs against your mouth, smiling slightly when you suck in a breath and nod, your eyes glazing over a little. The look is mesmerizing, and he's anxious to see just how sweet you'll be for them.

When Bucky looks over to his Alpha, he sees the poorly disguised eagerness written all over his face, his puppy dog eyes shining. The brunette cups the back of your head, then disentangles his hand from Steve's so he can do the same to him, then guides your heads closer to each other until your lips are touching.

The kiss is easy and light, a few simple pecks, until they're both surprised by your boldness when you press your body into his and angle your head so that Steve is able to kiss you properly. He can see a peek of tongue slowly prompting you to open your mouth, then licking into it.

And Bucky can tell neither of you know, but your combined scents of arousal are emanating throughout the room and probably filling the entire house. He can feel his cock filling up in his jeans, twitching to life the longer the show goes on until he can't ignore it anymore, having to secretly reach down and grab his crotch to relieve the ache. Even without your mixed scents, he knows both of you are feeling it too by the little whines and gasps.

They'd planned on taking time to settle you into their house, take you on a tour of the rooms you hadn't seen before, maybe let you set up your nest by the window. But he doesn't want to wait; he's too nervous in the best way possible to worship you.

So, he saddles up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and resting it on your stomach, then places his other hand on Steve's waist. His movements knock both of you out of your trance, both of you pulling back with gasps and reddened lips, a bright blush covering Steve's cheeks.

"Sorry," Steve says breathlessly, chuckling a little when he realizes he got a little lost in the kiss.

"Don't be, Alpha," Bucky responds, leaning over your shoulder to peck Steve's lips. You whine at the sight, subconsciously squirming between their bodies.

"Alphas." Both Alphas groan, looking down at you with hooded eyes. "I - I'm..."

"Yes?" Steve asks when you don't continue, smiling when you nervously chuckle.

"I'm ready."

"I'm ready." You mean it with everything you have; you're ready to make love with them, to join your bodies, and show them that you trust them, that you love them.

Steve curses softly, gripping your hips as though he's restraining himself from throwing you over his shoulder. He doesn't; he actually puts one arm around your waist and loops his other arm under your knees and swiftly picks you up, carrying you bridal-style and smirking when you squeak.

No one says anything while you all head toward their room, a place you've never been. It makes you nervous, but you know without a doubt that you want this, you want to push through those nerves because you're even more anxious to really be with them.

Steve sets you down on your feet when they reach the end of their bed, letting you get a good look at how they live. Their room is spacious; a large bed with multiple pillows, a window with another bench seat, and a bookshelf that you just know is filled with Bucky's fantasy novels. You're smiling as you turn to look at everything, but your smile grows when you see more of their clothes on the lounge chair in the corner.

"We figured you could make a nest in our bed," Steve says nervously, and even without looking at him, you know he's shuffling in place, aching to reach out for you. "We want you to be comfortable here."

You can't seem to find any words to describe how happy you are right now, joy filling your body when you think about being surrounded by not only their scent, but their bodies too. It takes no time at all to walk over to the chair and look over the clothes, noticing shirts and sweaters and even a few boxers, causing heat to rise through your body and up to your face.

You don't even need to think about it, grabbing everything in the pile and carrying them over to the bed. The smile on your face is prominent with each article of clothing you place over the plush sheets, forming a semi-circle and fluffing it up until you're satisfied. Looking back to your Alphas, your eyes shine with a need to be praised, to be told that you did a good job, and that your boys are proud of you for your arrangement.

They do so very quickly.

"It's beautiful, honey," Steve says, not taking his eyes off of you.

"It's perfect, Omega," Bucky says next, reaching out his hand and beckoning you forward.

You go easily, walking toward them until you're once again sandwiched between them.

"You're really ready?" Bucky asks, caressing your sides and carefully slipping one of his hands under your shirt.

"Y-Yes." God, you're more than ready. But knowing that you're not as experienced as they are makes you question how tonight is going to go. However, they've always been careful with you, so you're at least comfortable knowing that they won't hurt you.

"We're going to go slow, okay?" Bucky asks, and you let out a small sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding.

"If we do anything you don't like, please tell us," Steve adds, cupping the back of your neck with a large hand. Guiding your head up to look at him, the seriousness in his gaze feels like the wind has been knocked out of you. The fact that they're so adamant about pleasuring you sends shivers down your spine.

"Yes, Alpha."

"We'll start with you telling us what you like," Bucky whispers in your ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear, but not so loud to disrupt the moment.

"Oh." Truthfully, you don't really know what you like. You haven't been with many Alphas, so you're not sure what you enjoy when having sex with one, but you have a general understanding as to what you like when you spend some time with yourself. "Well, I - uh. I don't really know, I haven't... been with that many people, so I don't really know. But, I... I like kissing. And I like touching."

"God, you're sweet," Bucky murmurs, kissing your cheek.

"God, you're sweet."

It's true, oh Lord, is it true. When Steve leans down to kiss you, he already knows what he wants to do. And since he and Bucky have talked about this in length, he knows Bucky is on the same page. They both know you're fairly inexperienced, so they figured you may not know exactly what you prefer with other people, but they both know they'll spend all night - hell, all weekend, exploring your body and getting to find out what makes you moan before they even think about their own pleasure.

"How about," Steve cut himself off with a groan poorly disguised as a clear of the throat. "How about we get naked first and get in bed. Is that okay?"

"Yes," You say quickly, leaning up and kissing Steve again. "I - I want that."

"Good," Bucky says, kissing the back of your neck and toying with the hem of your shirt. "We're going to undress you first."

Steve and Bucky talked about it, and came to a mutual decision to direct you through the night's events, telling you what they're going to do so they don't scare you. It also helps them and their primal Alpha urges to take care of you, to settle them into the mindset of giving you as much euphoria as they can without getting lost in their own heads.

Bucky and Steve kiss all over your face and neck, soft presses of lips against smooth skin, occasionally nipping and biting and licking. They pointedly ignore your scent gland, wanting to not only tease you a little, but also not put pressure on you with the idea of their marks. While they love to think about you being theirs forever, they want you to make the decision on if and when it will happen.

They're slow and methodical in taking off your shirt, Bucky working on your pants while Steve's brain short circuits at the sight of your covered breasts rising and falling rapidly with each passing second that their hands caress your body. When his Alpha chuckles, he's knocked out of his trance, kneeling down and steadying your legs to help you step out of your jeans.

Then, you're standing in their room covered only by your bra and underwear. Steve can smell your arousal even more here, the scent of your wetness making his head spin and lean into it. He stops himself before he gets too close, though, not wanting to move too fast. Looking up at you, he runs his hands up and down your thighs, very much enjoying the sight of his mate's hands exploring your torso, stopping to cup your clothed breast.

"Oh!" Your back arches, pressing into Bucky's touch. Steve sees his boyfriend smile against your neck, takes great joy in your little whines, and the way your hips buck up when Steve tugs at the band of your panties.

"Can we take these off, honey?"

"Please." Your begging causes the base of Steve's cock to throb, his knot already pleading to lock inside you.

You stand in place as Bucky works to remove your bra while Steve drags your underwear down your legs, and when he removes them entirely, he's captivated by the sight of how wet and ruined they are. The need to smell them is strong, but he manages to push aside the urge so that he can place his hands on your waist and look up at your face. Your pleasure is evident, but so is your hesitance.

Steve knows it probably shouldn't, but your inexperience turns him on even more than you already do, and he's determined to get you through it to the other side.

"Do you want to lay down, Omega?" Bucky asks, running his hands up and down your arms in a soothing manner.

"O-Okay." Your voice is breathy, already melting into their arms despite the lingering anxiety.

Steve stands, and both men guide you to the bed, a low growl bubbling up in Bucky's throat when you lay down, your legs out straight and spread slightly. They can both hear how fast your heart is racing, they both see the rapid rising and falling of your chest, and they can both smell how absolutely soaked you are.

"She's so beautiful, isn't she Stevie?" Bucky's voice is breathless, like he can't believe his luck at seeing you like this. Steve understands, because he's feeling quite the same. He's so eager to be with you but even more resolved to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, so slow and steady it is.

"She really is, Buck." They're about to crawl onto the bed, but stop when you whine softly and squirm.

"What's wrong, Omega?" Steve's brow furrows, looking over at his Alpha, who appears to be equally concerned.

"Can... Um. Can I... see you too?" Your voice is so small, so timid. The way you fiddle with one of their shirts by your head lets Steve know you probably want to reach out for them, and Steve would never deny you anything you ask for.

"Of course," Steve says, nodding. When he takes off his shirt, he sees your eyes widen, and smiles to himself when you shut your legs together tightly. The hunger in your eyes is evident, but there's also nervousness. "How about we still keep our boxers on for now, and we can finish getting undressed later?"

"O-Okay." Steve smiles at your response, and then looks over to his mate who - oh. Fear is etched across his face, and it suddenly clicks in Steve's brain.

Bucky's arm. While the scars have never deterred Steve from loving and worshiping Bucky the way he deserves, he knows his Alpha is still self conscious about it around other people. He's grown more confident with his body as time passes, but Steve knows Bucky is terrified of you seeing the marred skin on his shoulder.

"Alpha?" Your soft voice says, and you slowly sit up and look at Bucky expectantly.

"Alpha?"

Bucky kind of wants to vomit. He's been so excited for tonight, so eager to finally show you how much love they can give you, that he completely forgot that he would have to be naked too. He knows Steve doesn't mind his arm or scars, has told and shown him countless times that he's loved and desired, but it's different with you.

After all Bucky has been through, he never thought he'd get so lucky as to reunite with Steve, to be with him and love him openly in a way he never allowed himself to dream of back in the forties when being gay was a death sentence and two Alpha's mating was so unheard of it that it was laughable. And now that he can, he feels like he can truly be himself, like he can be, dare he say it, happy.

And then you came along. You, with your sweet voice that invades his dreams and makes him wake up aching to call you. You, with your tender touch that feels like a shot of dopamine straight into his veins any time your fingers so much as brush his arm. You, with your kind heart that has shown him so much love and patience, one would think you were a saint.

You've allowed him to explore parts of himself that he never knew existed; you've shown him how gentle he can be, that he's more than what he's made himself out to be. So, knowing all of this about you, Bucky doesn't think it should be so scary to reveal his torso to you. He knows that even if you did think the scars were ugly, you wouldn't visibly react.

But that's the thing. What if you do think his scars are ugly? Tony gave him some fancy medical cream he can't remember the name of to help make them not so red and angry all the time, but it's still not pretty. And the last thing Bucky wants is for you to look at him and realize you're too good for an Alpha like him.

No. He thinks harshly, chewing on his bottom lip, heat rising to his face as he tries to calm his racing heart. She loves me. I am enough. I can do this.

"Bucky?" Your sweet voice travels up to his ears, forcing his gaze to meet yours. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, of - of course - yeah." He knows he's okay, he knows he's safe with you and Steve, but when he finally pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor, he can't meet your eyes, too afraid of what he'll find if he does.

He hears the bed squeak when he doesn't move, and he's so focused on trying to breathe properly that he nearly jumps when he feels Steve's hand land on his flesh shoulder.

"Bucky," You call again, soft as ever, and he can see out of the corner of his eyes that you're now kneeling at the end of the bed, reaching out to touch his chest. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I can put my shirt on if you want," Is what he blurts out, rushed, trying to assure you that he'll do whatever he needs to make you comfortable.

"Why would I want that? I love looking at you." There's a pain in Bucky's heart because you sound genuinely hurt and confused, wondering why he would ever think such a thing. "You're beautiful, Alpha."

Bucky lets out a shaky breath, then, with no small amount of apprehension, turns to face you.

"It's just... I know you probably don't want to see my... my scars, and I know they're ugly, so it -" Bucky's cut off by your lips pressing against his, and he feels his body relax even more.

"Do you want to know what I think of your scars?" You ask when you pull back, and Bucky doesn't really know if he wants to or not. But there's no malice in your tone, no disgust in your eyes, only love. So, despite his better judgment, he nods slowly.

"I think they're a symbol of resolve. You've been through so much, far too much. And they might remind you of all that you were forced to do, but not for me. They're proof to me that you withheld their torment and came out on the other side. They're proof of how strong and capable you are. I don't care if they aren't aesthetically pleasing, they're apart of you, whether you like it or not. And I love you. All of you. And that includes your arm."

Bucky is so focused on you that he doesn't realize he's crying; the tears on his cheeks don't register in his mind because he's too captivated by the sight of your fingers delicately running along the biggest mark on his shoulder. Then, you're leaning forward, placing a few short and sweet kisses along the seam where metal meets flesh, and Bucky won't even deny that the whimper he lets out is downright pitiful. But he can't help it; he doesn't want to ever go without you and your compassion.

"I love you too," Bucky whispers, leaning into your touch. "You... You're sure you don't mind?"

"Baby," You murmur, cupping his cheek in one palm and holding onto his shoulder with the other. "If it would make you feel more comfortable to wear a shirt, then I won't force you not to wear one, but I want to see you, all of you. I don't care if you don't think you're perfect because you're perfect to me. Me and Stevie. You're perfect for us."

If Bucky believed in a God, he'd be thanking them right now, would be on his knees wondering what he ever did to deserve you, but is so grateful that he must have done something right because here you are, in all your glory. Naked and baring your heart and soul to them.

Bucky wants to ravage you. He wants to worship you.

He's going to.

With a resolute nod, he covers your hand - the one on his cheek - and moves it so he can kiss your palm, once, twice, then a final time before he looks over at Steve. His mate has tears in his own eyes, and he's honestly surprised Steve isn't bawling right now, always so emotional.

"Lay back, Omega." Bucky's voice is hoarse, thick with emotion and desire.

And, because you're so sweet, you lay back easily, wiggling until you're laying comfortably with your legs out and spread a little, and your arms resting on the pillow above you. The picture you paint is better than anything in the MoMA. He could write soliloquies about how beautiful you are when you look at him with half-lidded eyes and slightly kiss-swollen lips. You're completely relaxed, and Bucky takes a few seconds to breathe in your scent and cement in his brain that you want him.

"Okay," Bucky whispers, mostly to himself, and gathers the courage to unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Looking to you, he waits for your little nod before he actually tugs the garment down, and then turns his head to see Steve doing the same. They're both slow, not wanting to ruin the moment. They've got nowhere to be except here with you.

Once both Alphas' pants are discarded, Steve steps towards Bucky and gives him an encouraging kiss, letting him know that they're in this together. It gives Bucky the reassurance that Steve is on the same page as him, is with him 'til the end of the line.

When they break away, they share a knowing glance. This is a big step for not just you, but for them. They've been together their whole lives; they know each other intimately in ways no one else ever will, and so to allow someone else into their dynamic was a big adjustment.

It's one they're happy to make for you.

"Can we come into your nest, Omega?"

You're not sure why, but there's a pang in your chest at the question. This is their bed you're laying in, these are their clothes you're surrounded by, but to them, it's your nest. They've already given you so much without expecting or asking for anything in return, and now they're giving you this; a safe space outside of your apartment where no one can hurt you, where even they still ask for permission to enter.

"Yes." It's the fastest and easiest response you've ever given, and you can't stop the smile from etching across your face as they crawl up the bed so that they can both lay on either side of you, propping themselves up on an elbow so they can stare down at you.

Now you're really trapped between them, both Alphas' eyes roaming over your body as though they can't believe you're real. Despite the close quarters, your 'fight or flight' senses don't kick in; you know in your soul that you're protected. And that thought alone makes your inner Omega force a submissive whine slip out of your mouth.

"Can I touch you, honey?" Steve asks, letting his hand hover over your stomach as though he's aching to feel you but won't do so without your permission.

"Please, Alpha." You're not sure which of your Alphas produces the deep growl that echoes through the room; perhaps it's both of them; all you know is that as soon as Steve's hand makes contact with your skin, your body is lit aflame. He runs his fingers over to your side, gliding his palm up until he's just barely touching your breast.

Suddenly, Bucky has let his hand rest on your neck - not nearly enough to choke you, just to guide your attention to his.

"Can I kiss you?"

You're not at all embarrassed at the speed at which you surge forward to kiss Bucky; just a few touches and sweet words and you're already putty for them. This time, you can feel the groan vibrating through the Blonde Alpha's chest, and your hand instinctively searches for him, finding purchase by threading your fingers through his hair. You can feel his eyes never wavering from your face, and it makes you burn hotter, makes you squirm because you're not sure what to do about the almost unbearable ache between your legs.

The kiss starts out soft, merely a gentle glide of lips caressing each other. It isn't until one of Steve's massive hands fully encompasses one of your breasts that Bucky's tongue has the opportunity to slip into your mouth - dropped open due to a gasp.

Lips press against your neck, soft sighs mixed in with little nips as Steve breathes in your scent. You're pretty sure it's involuntary, but you feel the hard bulge in Steve's boxers grind against your leg a few times before he seems to come to his senses and stop his movements.

"Sorry, 'mega," Steve breathes out against your skin, tugging at your nipple at the same time Bucky moves his hand down to your stomach. They work in tandem to get you worked up, and you're sure both of them can smell how wet you are.

It's when Bucky's hand reaches the top of one of your thighs that you part your legs as wide as you can with both Alphas surrounding you.

"Can I touch your pussy?" Bucky asks, pulling back from your lips just enough to be heard. He's breathing hard, almost as though he is the one that's about to combust from pleasure.

"Y-Yes, Alpha." It's been so long since you've had someone else touch you like this, and despite being nervous, you want to push through it. You want to join your bodies with them, give them anything they desire.

And even though you're aching and desperate, Bucky doesn't move fast towards where you want him most. He takes his time trailing his fingers to the inside of your thigh, then grips it in his large palm and drapes your leg over his to open you up even further. The cold air hitting your exposed pussy sends shivers down your spine, and Steve covers your mouth with his own to swallow your high-pitched whine.

"Don't worry, honey," Bucky coos in your ear, nipping your lobe. "We'll take care of you."

Pulling away from Steve and looking over at your other Alpha, you smirk a little. "You better," you tease, reaching up and carding your fingers through his hair, relishing in the quiet groan he lets out. "Because Tori wanted me to tell you that she'll hurt you if you don't."

Both Alphas laugh, nodding along.

"Well, we'll reassure her later that we did everything we could to cherish you the way you deserve," Steve says, kissing your cheek. "Right now, though, we have a job to do."

"And that's to prove to you that we can give you everything you need and want," Bucky finishes for him, sliding his hand to cover your dripping core and smiling deviously when you moan and buck your hips up into it.

"I know you will," You say. And you mean it; you mean it with everything you have. You know in your heart and soul that only they can provide for you. Looking between your best guys, you give them the softest smile. "I know."

Both men curse under their breaths, and Bucky looks down at you with that look in his eyes he only gives you and Steve.

"Can I play with your clit?" His voice is gruff, and it's clear he's holding himself back from absolutely ravishing you. It sends a surge of love straight to your heart and causes more slick to pour out of your quivering hole.

"Please."

Bucky nods, and Steve leans down to encompass your nipple, the one that he's not tugging at while your other Alpha taps your clit a few times. He circles it a few times, pressing down and smirking when you once again push your hips up.

"You're so beautiful like this, do you know that?"

It's an automatic reaction to shake your head in denial of his comment. You want to believe that it's true so badly, but sometimes you still have trouble accepting their compliments. It just doesn't seem real that these two Gods see you as beautiful as they say you are, but part of you likes to think that just makes their opinions that much more real. If these gorgeous Alphas think your appearance captivates them just as much as your heart, then you're hoping you're going to believe them one day.

"You are," Steve growls against your skin, and the sound reverberates through your chest. The sternness in his tone makes you whine, but also causes tears to prick your eyes.

"Say it," Bucky demands, rolling your clit between his fingers. "Tell us what Stevie and I already know." When you don't say anything, he continues. "Tell us you're beautiful; tell us that we're lucky to have you, and I'll slip my finger in that cute little hole."

You want his finger so bad, you want it to fill you completely and get you ready for them, but your emotions get caught in your throat. It's so difficult to say what they want you to say, but when Steve lets his teeth graze your breast and Bucky circles your hole teasingly, you know you'll say or do anything they ask of you as long as they continue to play with your body like this.

"I..." Bucky raises his eyebrow, then softens his expression, and leans down to kiss your forehead. With a deep breath, you look up at him. "I'm beautiful."

"And?" Steve says, releasing your breast and causing you to tremble when the cold air hits your exposed and wet nipple.

"You - You're... You're lucky to - to have me."

"Damn right we are," Both of your men say at the same time, and you'd laugh at their synchronicity if it weren't for Bucky's finger pressing against your opening.

You're wet enough that it doesn't feel that uncomfortable when the very tip of his finger dips in, but your body involuntarily tenses when he tries pushing in deeper.

"It's okay, honey," Bucky coos, and Steve cups your cheek to guide your attention to him.

"Just relax, Omega," He says, kissing your lips briefly. "It's okay, we won't do anything you don't want."

"But..." You trail off, heat creeping up to your face. "I - I really do want it. Just... Just go slow, okay?"

"Of course," Bucky says, Steve nodding in agreement, and the hunger in his eyes doesn't put you off. It actually emboldens you and further cements in your brain that they crave you the way they claim to. "We'll go as slow as you want, sweet girl. We don't have anywhere to be except right here with you."

"We won't even think about our own pleasure until you're completely satisfied," Steve adds, and that alone makes you want to cry.

How did you get so lucky?

"We told you, we are the lucky ones." Bucky's comment makes the heat in your cheeks flare up because you realize you said that out loud.

"So am I, though - oh!" You get cut off when Bucky manages to push his finger in even more until it's halfway inside. "I - I love you, and you love me, and it just - oh God."

Steve doesn't let you finish your sentence because he quickly pecks your lips, and you let his tongue invade your mouth when it asks for entrance by running along your bottom lip.

"We're supposed to praising you, Omega," You hear Bucky say, wiggling the finger inside you. You can't see him, but you're sure he's staring down at your entrance, no doubt aching to feel you fluttering around his cock.

The thought makes you clench down onto his finger, but then immediately relax your body to allow him to push all the way in. It stings, and you kind of wish you prepped yourself a little before coming over, but another part of you loves that they're the ones doing it, that they're more than willing to do the work.

Bucky wiggles his finger again, letting you get used to the feeling. Other than that, he doesn't move his hand, not until you break your kiss with Steve and nod at him.

"You - You can move."

He's slow as he pulls his hand back, though he doesn't allow himself to fully pull out. He gives you time to take a few deep breaths, then pushes back in, repeating the motion leisurely for a while until you're moaning and nodding again.

"Can you... give me another?" His fingers are big, one of them being thicker than two of your own, so you're sure it's going to be a little painful, but you're ready for it. Ready for them.

"Of course, honey." This time, he does pull out of your hole, tracing two of them around your entrance and smiling when you whine pathetically. "Just breathe, okay?"

"Yes, Alpha."

Bucky wants to combust, is going to implode with how much love he has for you. When you call him 'Alpha', it does things to him. It sends the primal part of his brain into overdrive, making him want to wrap you in his arms and give you the world.

Your body melts into the bed, and he manages to push two thick fingers into your core, stopping as soon as you hiss softly.

"It's okay, honey," Steve whispers into your ear, running his own hand down until he can press down against your clit. "His fingers are big, aren't they?"

"Uh huh," You mumble, wiggling your hips and taking steadying breaths. "So big."

Now, Steve knows from personal experience how big Bucky is, his cock and fingers included. And he knows that Steve can take it - oh boy can he take it, but Bucky knows he needs to be careful with you, no matter how strong his urge to simply take you is.

Steve continues to rub and play with your clit, allowing you to relax your core until Bucky can slip his fingers in further. It takes a little longer to fit both of them fully inside you, having to spread his fingers and go slow as he opens you up so that he's able to press in all the way. The fluttering of your hole makes his cock throb, eager to feel it around his cock, but wants to take his time so that you can actually enjoy it.

"Alright, Omega," Bucky breathes out, having to close his eyes and will himself to pull his fingers out. "Can you take another?"

"Yes!" Your enthusiastic consent forces a rumble from his chest, making that Alpha growl that he knows you like.

"Okay, don't fret, honey," Bucky coos, leaning down and giving you a nearly filthy kiss before pulling back. "Now, this may hurt. Just remember to breathe and relax."

He waits for you to nod before he presses the tips of three fingers against your hole. He goes even slower when opening you up this time, and he doesn't mind that it takes longer to be able to finger you properly. It seems like it takes a lifetime for him to be able to move faster, but he doesn't mind, not in the slightest. He's willing to age twenty years until you're truly ready. The glazed over look in your eyes makes him want to cry with how absolutely sweet you are, your scent of arousal filling his nostrils as he inhales deeply.

"Can I ask you something?" Bucky asks, and he wasn't planning on it, but when he pulls his hand away and looks at his glistening fingers, he knows he needs to taste you.

"What is it?"

"Have you ever had your pretty pussy eaten out?"

“Oh.” Your eyes go wide and your hips involuntarily wiggle. “Um, no - no one’s ever… done that.”

“Can I be your first?” Bucky is practically salivating at the thought of burying his face between your legs, and he can feel his knot throb as he imagines the moans you’ll make.

“Oh, oh - um. Yes, you can... do that.” You sound caught off guard, and for a moment Bucky thinks you might be complying simply because he asked, but then you thrust your hips upwards and whine “Please.”

Bucky can’t help the cheshire-like grin that envelops itself across his face, and he quickly nods, then looks at Steve.

“How about you get behind her and sit her on your lap; it’ll be easier that way.”

His mate nods eagerly, and they both look to you for your consent, which you give them with a nod of your own. They both lean back; Bucky helping you sit up so that Steve can shuffle to sit behind you. Bucky lets you scoot back so you can settle against Steve’s chest, and Bucky just can’t stop himself from staring at you both for a few moments. You’re just so beautiful, and seeing Steve’s hands holding your waist makes him desperate to watch you two make love.

But first, he has a job to do.

Bucky maneuvers his body so he can lay on his stomach between your legs, and he takes one of your calves in his hands. Slowly, he trails kisses from your ankle up to the inside of your thigh, then lifts it so he can lay it over Steve’s leg. He does the same with your other leg, though this time he gives you a few nibbles, which he licks after to soothe the mild sting.

Once both of your legs are spread, your glistening pussy is on full display, and Bucky doesn’t even want to stop the groan he lets out, he needs to let you know that he’s enjoying this almost as much as you are.

Leaning forward, he inhales your scent where it’s strongest, and he moans even louder, unable not to spread your lower lips to fully view your most intimate parts. Looking up at you, he gives you a gentle smile, then delicately kisses your clit.

“If you want me to stop, just let me know.” At your nod, and a smile of your own, he dives in further, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit several times and relishing in your shocked gasp.

Flattening his tongue, he licks a long stripe from your leaking hole back up to your clit, then wraps his lips around it and suckles, giving you time to adjust to the feeling. But soon enough, his hunger overtakes him, and he dips his tongue into your loosened hole, sticking it in as far as he can so he can drink down your essence. He keeps his eyes on your euphoric expressions, watching carefully to find out which of his actions makes you tremble the most. And you seem to be more than okay with what he’s doing, especially when he licks back up to your clit and teases your entrance with the tips of two fingers.

“Oh! Alpha, yes!”

Your begging sends shivers down Bucky’s spine, and he groans into your pussy, taking mercy on you and fitting them inside you. He continues to lick and suck your clit while simultaneously picking up the speed at which he fingers you, though he’s careful not to overwhelm you. He watches as Steve covers one of your hands with his own and threads your fingers together, then guides your other hand to grip Bucky’s hair.

“Does she taste as good as we thought?” Steve asks, his voice gruff.

“So much better,” Bucky says, leaning back just enough to be heard. His admission must have done something to you because you thrust your hips against his face and whine, high-pitched and loud.

Bucky might actually die; he feels as though he is dead, has passed over into the afterlife, and is now on his way to heaven. The way you grind your hips against his face makes his cock throb, makes him want to hump against the bed to relieve the ache - he won't, though, because he knows he'll cum too soon if he does.

“Buck,” Steve says some time later, out of breath as though he was the one who couldn’t breathe because he was devouring you.

“What, punk?” Bucky asks, pulling away and practically glaring at him, annoyed that he was stopped when you were on your way to release.

“Are you gonna let me have a taste too?”

“So needy,” He chuckles, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a smirk at the same time he rolls his eyes.

Bucky surges up, ignoring your whine as he leans over your body so he can immediately lick into Steve’s mouth. Your slick covers Bucky’s chin, and once your taste is almost gone from his mouth, Steve starts cleaning his Alpha’s face with his tongue, groaning deeply.

“You were right, jerk,” Steve says when he’s done, then turns to find you’ve been watching them. He pecks your lips, then smirks at you. “You’re delicious.”

“Alphas, please!”

“Please what, honey?” Bucky teases, taking your hand out of his hair and kissing your palm. “What do you want?”

“I…” You pause, chewing on your lip in a nervous gesture. “I want you… inside me.”

Both Alphas curse, and the men share a look before turning back to you.

“Both of us won’t fuck you tonight,” Bucky starts, cutting off your disappointed whine with a brief kiss. “We don’t want to overwhelm you. So, we’ll let you choose.”

“Oh.” You look conflicted, eyes flicking between both men as though it’s an impossible choice to make. And after a while, Steve kisses your temple, rubbing your sides.

“How about Bucky takes you first? And then we can work up to both of us later.” Steve’s offer seems to please you, and you turn to look at him over his shoulder.

“Are you sure, Stevie?”

“I’m sure,” Steve assures, bringing up your joined hands and kissing your knuckles. “As a matter of fact, I want to watch you two. I can take care of myself, okay?”

“O-Okay.”

“Okay, honey. We’re going to take off our boxers now,” Bucky says, and both of them carefully extract themselves from your body so they can stand next to the bed. Both of them take a deep breath, keeping their eyes on you while they peel off their underwear and let them fall to the floor.

“That’s not going to fit.” Your blunt statement makes them both laugh a little, and Bucky shakes his head.

“We’ll make it fit, Omega. But…” Bucky trails off, glancing at Steve and seeing his reassuring smile. “How about you just sit on it for a little bit? It will get you used to the feeling.”

You squirm in place, your hands twisting in the bed sheets you're laying on as you contemplate the offer. Finally, you nod, sitting up and shuffling around so Bucky can sit on the bed with his back leaning against the head board. They both help you straddle Bucky's lap, kneeling above him as he holds your hips. He hisses when Steve grabs the base of his sensitive cock, relishing in the grip as his mate positions the tip at your entrance.

"Are you ready, honey?" Bucky asks, looking up at you. He can hear how fast your heart is beating, can practically feel you vibrating in place with anxiety. He's not sure if it's good or bad, and you have a hesitant look on your face, but you nod anyway, leaning down to quickly kiss him.

"Yeah, just..." You trail off, chewing on your lower lip briefly. "Go slow?"

"Of course, honey," Bucky assures, squeezing your sides affectionately.

"We've got all night," Steve adds, pressing a kiss to your temple. "If you want to stop or take a break, just let us know. There's no need to rush, okay? We'll take this at your pace."

"Okay," You say, taking a deep breath. "I trust you both."

You have no idea what that simple sentence does to Bucky. You trust him? Him? Bucky Barnes? The Winter Soldier? He understands Steve; he's Captain Fucking America; of course, he can be trusted to protect you. But sometimes it's still wild to Bucky that you trust him to do that as well.

It's something he'll never take for granted.

"I trust you both."

You mean it when you say it. You trust your Alphas with your life, taking solace in the fact that they'll care for and covet you, so you're not worried about that. It's just... You've never felt like this towards anyone; you don't think you'll ever feel so much love and adoration for another man, not that you want to. You fully intend on bonding with them and marrying them, creating a future together filled with happiness and joy. In fact, you're not actually sure what you'd do if you didn't spend the rest of your life with them.

You refuse to find out.

They're careful when helping you sit, Steve keeping his hold on Bucky's knot while snaking his other hand down your front to your pussy. Spreading your lower lips, you shiver at the touch, anticipation building in your core and heart as they remind you to take deep breaths.

It's been a long, long time since you've had sex, so the initial sting isn't surprising. What is surprising, however, is how quickly the pain dulls, fading away to pleasure. Steve's finger lightly toying with your clit also helps, forcing more slick to drip from your hole and practically soak Bucky's cock. Despite feeling like he's already deep in your stomach, you look down and find that he's only about halfway inside you, and you continue taking deep breaths.

It takes a few minutes for you to feel ready enough to sit down all the way; loud moans and whines fill the room. It's overwhelming in the best possible way - Bucky rubbing your waist to soothe you while Steve continues flicking your clit.

"Fuck." Even you are shocked at your exclamation, you rarely curse; it's just not in your nature. But it's the only thing that comes to mind, and your internal filter is practically nonexistent at this point. Your head is filled with thoughts of how much you love your Alphas, how much you crave them, and how you know you're immediately addicted to his cock. You won't take Steve tonight, but you're sure you'll become obsessed with his too.

It's just too good. Feeling Bucky's cock pulsing in your pussy sends shivers down your spine, electricity thrumming throughout your body and causing fuzziness in your mind.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks, continuing to rub your nub and moving his hand from Bucky's cock to your breast, softly tugging and tweaking your nipple.

"Better," You say breathlessly, turning your head to look at him. "So much better than okay."

"Good. That's good, Omega," Bucky grits out, and you will applaud him later for his strength and willpower to not immediately fuck you. You know you're tight, squeezing his member as though you never want to let him leave your body - which, to be fair, you don't. You'd live happily for the rest of your life like this, surrounding and filled with your best guys.

"Are you okay, Buck?" Steve teases, and you smile a little at the smirk he gives the other man. "How does she feel? Tell me." The huskiness in Steve's voice gives away his eagerness, and it leaves you feeling disappointed that you won't take him tonight while also anticipating for when you finally do.

"Like fucking heaven." Bucky tightly shuts his eyes, breathing steadily through the intense waves of pleasure. "Our Omega is so tight, so fucking wet. Don't ever want to leave her pretty pussy."

The way they talk about you like you're not even here gets you even more soaked, unable to stop the pathetic whimper that escapes your lips. Nor are you able to stop yourself from wiggling in place, heat flooding your veins as Bucky's cock shifts inside you.

"He's so greedy, isn't he, honey?" Steve asks you playfully, chuckling to himself when you nod, clearly loving your dazed state. "Not that I blame him. We've both dreamt about you, how perfect you'd be for us. We'd wake up hard as hell, desperate to call you so we can get off to your voice. We didn't know how you would feel about that, though, so we'd take care of ourselves. But you're what we think about when we have sex; we moan your name, imagining you here with us so we can love on you too, give you everything you need."

Steve's endless praise lights you on fire, your hind brain going feral over how soft his tone yet how filthy the words he's spewing is.

"I -" Pausing, you squirm again, moaning at the jolt of pleasure. "I think about you too. When... When I t-touch myself." The admission doesn't scare you like you thought it would; you're too in love with them to be embarrassed about being so vulnerable.

But your admission makes Bucky's hips stutter upwards, causing you to bounce slightly. Everyone moans, and you feel Steve's painfully hard erection rut against your backside, and you take great pride in knowing that they're clearly pleased.

"God, you're just perfect, aren't you?" Bucky sounds out of breath, like he's just ran a marathon and hasn't recovered yet. He raises his eyebrows when you start to shake your head, taking you by surprise when he lightly pinches your side - not nearly enough to hurt, just acting as a warning.

"Say it, Omega," Steve urges, rubbing your clit a little faster. "Tell us that you're perfect, and then we'll let you ride Buck like I know you're desperate to."

"I'm... perfect." You don't really believe it, but you know you'll say just about anything in order to get what you want. And, judging by the looks on both of their faces, they don't believe that you mean it either.

"One day you'll see yourself how we do; the sweet, perfect Omega that you are. And we'll be right here when you do."

Steve's words make you want to cry; they bring tears to your eyes and a surge of love through your heart. How did you get so lucky?

You don't get much time to dwell on that because Steve squeezes your breast tighter at the same time that Bucky grips your hips and guides them to grind down on his lap. More moans emanate through the air, focusing on how good it feels to be loved by these perfect Alphas, how good you feel being filled to the brim with cock.

Before long, Bucky takes your hands and places them on his shoulders, his breath hitching when you delicately rub your thumb along the scars. You know he can't feel much of it, but you hope he understands the gesture when you lean down to kiss the marks. It doesn't take but a few minutes of gyrating until you voluntarily raise up a few inches, then sink down in one fluid motion, squeezing your eyes shut because you can feel that you're about to cum but you're pleading with your body not to let you, not yet. You don't want this to end just yet.

You lift up again, then sit down with a little more force, relishing in your Alphas' groans. You feel powerful like this, taking what you want with more and more determination until you position your lower half in such a way that the tip of Bucky's cock presses into that special spot deep inside your core.

"Alpha!"

"Is that it, Omega?" Bucky asks through a clenched jaw, his pupils blown wide as he stares down at where your bodies meet, entranced by the sight of his soaked cock. "Did I hit your spot? You feelin' good?"

"So - oh!" You can't stop riding him even when the burn in your hips increases, and you know you'll be sore tomorrow, but you couldn't care less right now. All you care about is getting off and making your guys feel as good as you do. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it, 'Mega," Steve says, rubbing your clit furiously, smirking into your neck when he ducks his head and licks and sucks the skin around your scent gland. "Cum for us, show us how beautiful you are when you fall apart. Show us how sweet you are for us."

You can tell Bucky is close too based on the rapidity of his chest rising and falling, the flush covering his body, the tensing of his abs. But you can also tell that he's holding back until you break first, and your inner Omega preens at the display of restraint, knowing that he's strong enough to please you first before he allows himself his own release.

"Cum."

You're not sure who ordered it, but you don't really care. Your body tensing and your pussy clamping down on Bucky's knot as it locks inside you, waves of ecstasy washing over you until tears start streaming down your face. It seems like forever but also no time at all before you slump forward into Bucky's chest, aftershocks of your orgasm causing you to quake when you feel his own cum flood your hole, getting locked in by his fully blown knot.

You're still whimpering and crying into Bucky's chest as you come down from your high; too many positive emotions swirling in your body and mind that it can't help but pour out of you.

"Honey?" Someone asks, clearly concerned, and you shake your head.

"I - I'm okay," You assure them, focusing on the hands caressing your body. "I just... I just love you both so, so much."

"We love you too, Omega." You recognize the voice as Bucky's, your cries dwindling into sniffles until you try to sit up, but fall forward almost immediately due to how weak you feel.

"It's okay, just stay like that, honey," Steve says gently, moving from behind you to kneel at your side and rub your back. "Rest."

"But..." Breathing deeply, you feel a sense of guilt when you look down and see that Steve is still hard. You want him to get off too, eager to see him lose himself, wanting so badly to touch him and give him his own orgasm. "You didn't..."

"Oh, honey," Steve coos, smiling at you sweetly when you trail off and don't continue. "You're worried because I didn't cum?"

Shyly nodding your head, you force yourself to maintain eye contact, slowly reaching out for him.

"Can - Can I... I wanna -" You're cut off by both Alpha's groaning, squeaking a little when you feel Bucky's cock twitch.

"You wanna touch our Alpha?" Bucky asks, kissing your forehead. "You can if you want. Touch him all you want."

"It's okay," Steve coos, shuffling forward until your hand is mere inches from his twitching cock. "Go ahead, honey. Touch me. Make me cum."

Even though it's phrased as an order, you know he's not demanding it; he'd never pressure you to do anything you don't feel fully comfortable with. And that's why you finally take his cock in your hand, positive that you want to make him feel good.

It takes no time at all before the base of Steve's cock grows, only allowing you to pump it a few times before the telltale signs of his orgasm crescendo into a full body shudder. He's clearly so worked up that he can barely last a minute with your hand on him, and it makes you feel like the luckiest Omega alive.

Bucky takes you by surprise when he wraps one arm around your back, steadying you against his torso while gripping one of Steve's ass cheeks in his wide palm, leaning forward and taking the tip of his dick in his mouth as soon as the first spurt of cum leaks out.

You're entranced by the sight of your Alpha swallowing your other Alpha's cum, and you're almost a little jealous that you're not tasting it, but the sight alone is enough to make you want to watch Bucky really suck Steve off. Images flash through your mind of them teaching you how to take them in your mouth, and you shiver at the thought but decide to keep it to yourself for the meantime.

Once everything is said and done and everyone is satisfied, Steve lays back against the headboard next to Bucky, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. Yawning, you all chuckle a little, soothing hands rubbing your back and sides as your eyes start fluttering with the need for sleep overtaking your mind.

"Go to sleep, honey," Bucky whispers against the top of your head, tilting your head up so he can kiss your lips. "We'll talk in the morning."

"Okay," You whisper back, accepting Steve's kiss then resting your head against Bucky's chest once more. "I love you both," You murmur, your eyes shutting completely, letting the happiness settle into your bones and succumbing to the exhaustion.

"We love you too, Omega."

You fall asleep with a smile on your face, dreams filled with a little house and a home art studio, excited for the future.

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urbaebarnes · 1 day ago

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unethical

summary: you hadn't figured your life after the breakup would be so weird, after all, who expects all the men they date to disppear?

bucky barnes x fem reader

warnings: jesus christ how do i even tag this - kinda dark bucky (?), stalking, swearing, obsessive bucky, jealous bucky, nonuse of y/n, she/her pronouns used, thisnis weird af okay

okay so im pretty sure this came to me in some weird dream (a nine hour flight) and honestly this is fucked up and weird im slightly embarrassed but here we are. also sorry for being so inactive im honestly being slow af cause im in florida atm anyway ignore this monstrosity that was written on my notes app or not i guess ahh

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It shouldn’t come as a surprise that you’d had many interested men since your breakup.

You were a hot, single, 20-something year old who had every man and woman’s eyes on you. The only problem was that every single one of them seemed to disappear.

You weren’t saying it was a pattern that every man who showed the slightest interest in you seemed to quit his job and move or skip town in the dead of night, but granted, you were the common factor here.

Your breakup had been around 10 months ago, and your ex -James Barnes- had also seemingly disappeared since you’d said your final goodbyes and taken your stuff from the apartment. He’d always worked for long periods of time, which wasn’t an issue at the beginning of your relationship when you were clearly his priority, but after 6 years together, it was clear that this couldn’t go on.

Yes it was sad, and yes it felt selfish when you told him you wanted to end things, and yes, of course you missed him dearly, but your lives weren’t compatible and you couldn’t be the girl at home anymore. You were sick of bringing up excuses when you’d planned couple activities with your friends but he cancelled last minute because he volunteered to do a last minute mission.

You’d told Bucky you’d always be friends, that at the end if the day, you cared about him above pretty much everybody else, but as much as he nodded and muttered a yes, you hadn’t heard a single thing from him since.

When you’d been together, you and Bucky had shared an apartment in New York, but you’d moved away back to your childhood hometown since. Within a month, you’d happily settled in to your faniliar small town life, and there were plenty of familiar faces from school that were more than happy to see your return.

It started off with Bryan, a brunette that was heavily invested in Jurassic Park. He was funny and kind and would stutter over his words when you’d bump into him down the milk aisle. And even if he wasn’t quite Bucky, he plucked up the courage to ask you out 3 months after the end of Bucky and yours’ relationship, and you said yes.

Throughout the date, it became obvious that your shared interests ran thin, although you had promised that you’d rewatch his beloved dinosaur movies with him for a second date. You’d hugged him goodnight but couldn’t quite get the feeling of reluctance out of your chest.

By the next morning, you’d were slightly confused by Bryan’s lack of appearance down the milk aisle, but shrugged it off. It was your unofficial meeting place anyway. You messaged him that night, only to find that he’d blocked your number, and after a week, it seemed that he’d told his parents he decided to move out of state.

If being with somebody so heavily involved in spy work, you didn’t buy it for a second, but what could you do. Maybe he really did decide to move at 3am.

Next, a month after Bryan’s last sighting, came Richard. You’d known him in high school as a cocky arrogant arsehole, but he’d seemingly changed for the better as he sent you sweet smiles and flirty comments.

He’d just come out of a long term relationship and wasn’t looking for something very committed straight away, and thankfully, neither were you. So when he walked you home one night, he asked if you wanted to spend the day with him as something a little more than platonic, and why wouldn’t you?

The day was brilliant, filled with laughter and ice cream, and you didn’t mind the nagging in your heart this time as much because apparently you were both feeling it. He even got a kiss on the cheek by your door as you pressed a hand to his torso and pecked the side of his face.

That time, a second date was scheduled for two days later in the coffee shop down the street.

With Richard, you didn’t have his phone number or an unofficial meeting spot, just right person right time. Although, maybe you’d gotten the time wrong or he’d chosen the wrong person since you were promptly stood up.

You had bumped into him a few days later only to find him with a black eye. As you spotted each other across the street, he quickly scurried away before you could even tilt your head.

Then, there was Denis. He was a dickhead, there was no redemption ark or sweet story for him, he was just a dick, However, he was an attractive dick at that.

The two of you had spoken a maximum of three times but his hand had been resting on your thigh at the bar for a good hour. Your friends had created a night out with the sole purpose of getting you laid, after all, it’d been months and months since you’d last actually had sex, and Denis seemed like the perfect no strings attached opportunity.

All you needed was one night, just one to forget your troubles and the ache in your heart at the moment of even kissing a man who wasn’t your Bucky.

But the curse struck again as Denis went to the toilet and never actually returned. Your hopes sank further and further as you swilled your drink, glancing over to the restroom every few minutes until you left with the rest of your friend group.

The next morning, it was the talk of the town, Denis had quit his job- left for good. He didn’t have any family ties here, but his job had good pay especially for a man with so few qualifications. It was obscure and strange, but stranger things had happened.

However, you’d had it. Three potential suitors and every single mother fucking one of them just… left. So that was it, no more men. And maybe, just maybe, this was the universe’s way of telling you that you weren’t ready for a relationship, that even though you suggested the breakup, maybe you’d just wanted to have your Bucky back. Maybe he was the only one you could picture spending your life with.

Or less so the universe, and more Bucky.

It was shameful, and he knew that, he swore he did, but the very thought of you on your own terrified the living shit out of him. He had a duty to protect you, not just from the organisations that had threatened the ones he held dearest over and over again, but also anybody. Everybody. The world was dangerous and you were so helpless and selfless, you’d help anybody you could and that scared him beyond belief.

So maybe it was weird to buy a house in your hometown, maybe it was weird to make sure that nobody ever bothered you when walking home alone, and maybe it was weird to be insanely jealous of the glances you just gave out to anybody like free testers at the supermarket.

Yeah, it was a little weird. But Bucky Barnes had lost a lot in his life, and he couldn’t lose you to this world or the cruel people in it.

He could barely stand to be apart from you, but he knew he had to respect any of the boundaries he could, so he kept his distance, only there to observe, only interfering if it meant keeping you safe and happy.

At least, that was the plan until the man that you exchanged pleasantries with in the milk aisle seemed to want to exchange numbers too. That was too much, a step too far, it’d only been a few months, it was too quick and you were too perfect, too pure for just some guy.

So yeah, it was definitely weird when he sat across from the two of you in the restaurant, keeping his head low. But this guy seemed like a fucking idiot, and how could he protect you from any danger? How could he make you smile in the same way Bucky could?

He even managed to catch this dude trying to go in for a kiss, but you took it as a hug and wished him a goodnight in the same way you used to whisper sweet nothings to him as you both used to fall asleep, limbs tangled together.

Now what he did next was definitely weird and wrong and horrible, and he knew that, but there were far better people he’d pushed up against walls and threatened before, and this one, well this one was flirting with his girl, had the audacity to take her out.

It wouldn’t last anyway, he told himself. At the end of the day, your souls were surely bound together, intertwined by fate. Bucky hadn’t allowed himself to do anything selfish in years, but you were his, his selfish little delight, because you were his.

So, as he pushed the guy against the brick wall, taking him by his collar and making sure to push against the wall with enough force to convey the message, Bucky told himself it would all be okay because he loved you and you loved him, he knew it. He just needed time to prove it to you, and this guy- well he was in the way.

Fucking ‘Bryan’ didn’t even put up a fight. In fact, he’d only threatened the dude to stay away from you, not even telling him to leave town, he was that much of a coward. And you didn’t need a coward, somebody who wouldn’t go down without a fight. You needed somebody who would rather die for your love than give it up

After that, Bucky kept a close eye on you, but an even closer eye on everybody around town. The old women around town had declared you the town’s most eligible bachelorette, obsessing over your perfect features and perfect manners and just perfect you.

After a few long weeks, Bucky had been called back to New York by Fury. He’d pretty much told everybody to screw themselves and that he was taking a very long, very well needed a vacation and left before anybody had time to argue. But seemingly, they couldn’t spare him for long enough to come up with a fully prepared plan.

By the time he got back, Bucky could feel his blood boiling as he drove into town and spotted some weird shit holding his hands with his girl. The park looked perfect as a picture except for the fact that some stranger was swinging your intertwined arms back and forth, your cheeks a little dusted with pink.

Honestly, he leaves for a few days and by the time he’s back some slimy looking jock has slithered his way into your life.

So that night, he swears it’ll be the very last time that he does this, it’ll be the last time before he wins you back. He just needs a little more time, just a smidge.

Now this one, and he’ll give credit where it’s due, does put up a little fight. When Bucky corners him, grabs his shoulder a little tighter than necessary and warns him that nobody is allowed near his girl, and this motherfucker protests- well, Bucky can’t be faulted for the punches that get thrown. He shouldn’t be held responsible for the black eye he gets.

Look, maybe that one went a little far, but it’s fine! He got the message and now he knows to stay away from his perfect sweet girl.

After that, he puts every bit of work into preparing the perfect surprise for you. He’s got it all sorted out, candles in a field, your favourite food ordered in advance from your favourite restaurant, he was going to be perfect from now on and so was everything in your life.

In his downtime, when he knew you were safe from the big scary world, Bucky often found himself at the bar near the centre of town. The bartender was a guy named Lucas with long hair and a southern accent who didn’t ask questions about what a guy like him was doing in a small town out here, or why he always wore gloves even in the heatwave that was occurring.

But tonight, tonight it wasn’t a place to unwind or relax, tonight Bucky figured Lucas could see the steam coming out his ears as he watched some man’s hand rest on your thigh. Look, holding hands was one thing, but how dare he manhandle you like that, a grip so tight like he was a child gripping a stuffed toy.

He watched as he leaned in to your ear, whispering something that had your pretty lips curving into a smirk as you looked down, slightly flustered before getting up and strolling to the bathroom with unheard of confidence.

Bucky couldn’t hold back for any longer, he downed his drink, kissing his teeth before storming into the bathroom, pausing as he saw the guy smoothing over his hair in the mirror. He quickly put an end to his preening and yanked him outside through the backdoor. Maybe this threatening was a little extra, and sure maybe the knee in the groin was a little much, but every time the voice in the back of his head told him to stop, all he saw was his hand on your thigh.

Either way, he left and after that, the town’s most eligible bachelorette seemed to swear off dating. That was until Bucky pretended to bump into you one day, and surprised you with the candlelit dinner with flowy table cloths as the sun set and wept you right off your feet.

Yes, maybe some of the ways he went about getting you back were slightly unethical, but it’s not as though you’d ever find out. Either way, he wouldn’t fuck it up this time, he loved you far too much for that.

anway im sorry for this-

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madhatterbri · 1 day ago

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Valentine in the Shadows | D.P.

Summary: Reader is part of the Wyatt Sicks & is always leaving a black rose for their victims to let them know they’re next & Reader has been seen lurking in the shadows every time Damian is on screen. After qualifying for the Elimination Chamber Damian cuts his interview short to confront reader. He knows she’s been watching him & assumes the W6 blame him for what happen with TJD, but instead of giving him a black rose she takes out a red one & kisses it before handing it to him to say Happy Valentine’s Day.

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long. This idea is amazing!!!

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Damian Priest barely noticed the camera was on him. He just gave his all to qualify for the Elimination Chamber. It still didn't feel real despite the referee raising his hand as the winner. This was his final shot at challenging Cody Rhodes for the championship belt at Wrestlemania. He knew he had to lock in.

“I am currently with the newest qualifier for the Elimination Chamber match. Damian, congratulations on your victory over Braun Strowman and Jacob Fatu. How are you feeling after—”

Byron Saxton's question seemed to fade away. His attention had never been on the Smackdown backstage interviewer. His attention wasn’t even on the camera. His full attention was on the woman lurking nearby in the shadows.

You had been haunting him ever since he joined Smackdown, always lurking in a nearby corner or shadow. Damian always felt your presence, even when he knew you weren't scheduled to appear that night. Your eyes always lingered on him. He wasn't sure the reasoning behind your infatuation behind him, but he had a hunch.

Known as the messenger for the Wyatt Sicks, you left a black rose to the next potential victims. This was for anyone who did wrong in the eyes of Uncle Howdy. Damian had a falling out with Judgment Day. His hands weren't completely clean, but they were nothing compared to what Finn did to him. His former best friend stabbed him in the back.

“Hold that thought. I got some business I need to take care of,” Damian told him. The wrestler walked towards the corridor he saw you hiding in.

As he walked closer, he could see the small smile on your face. Your long black coat covered your wrestling gear. The same black coat that hid the black rose for him no doubt.

“You’ve been watching me,” he stated. “You got something to say, or are you just going to follow me around while I'm handling my business?”

Silence. That was the answer Damian was given. He noticably tensed when you reached inside of your coat. He expected a black rose in your hands. The mark that his championship quest was going to be ten times harder. His eyes furrowed in confusion when you pulled out something he wasn't expecting. A red rose.

You gently touched the rose petals with your fingertips. Damian watched closely as you kissed the soft petals. Satisfied, you suddenly reached your arm out for him to take the rose.

“What’s this supposed to mean? Did they run out of black Sharpies at Staples or something?” he asked cautiously. Damian laughed nervously. Accepting his fate from the Wyatt Sicks, he grabbed the rose from you. His fingers touched yours softly. His brown eyes lingered on the blood red rose.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Damian," you whispered.

His eyes shot up to look at you, but you were gone in the shadows. A red rose was the only evidence that you had been there.

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evorawrites · 3 days ago

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I See Him

Tw:uvogin x reader, stalking, talk of fear, talk of possible kidnapping

2.3k words *I haven't written in over a year, so this was a little warm up. Hope you enjoy

It had gotten far too late. You were an idiot, you had work tomorrow, yet here you were. Walking home alone at 1am, trying to get to the bus stop on the main street. Although you scolded yourself. You couldn't lie, it was worth it. It had been a friend's birthday, and you hadn't seen her lately. Both of you were always working or just plain too tired. This was a special occasion though, you could forgive her for making you take several drinks past your limit and staying out later than you wanted to.

Rounding a corner, you headed towards the main line. Unfortunately, the bus only ran on a few main streets in this area, and the bar was off the line. Maybe you should have taken the cab someone offered to call. It would have been better than walking several blocks in heels while exhausted. Looking down, you noticed your heels were red.

"I'm going to feel that for the next few days." you thought to yourself.

Focused on your feet, you failed to notice the men in your path. Bumping into the larger one, almost losing your balance before a pair of hands caught you.

"Oh shit. I'm so sorry. I-" You looked at both men, taken back at the size of the one holding you. "I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm so sorry."

"It's nothing, j-"The smaller man next to him had spoken first, but was cut off by the other's voice.

"You shouldn't be alone out here." He looked down at you, as if annoyed.

You looked up at the man, still having his hands on your arms. Keeping you upright and in place. You were taken aback by what he had just said.

"I-I'm just heading home." He was right, but it was still rude.

Once you began to stand up straight, he let go. You brushed past them, trying to pick up speed. You couldn't shake off the oddness of the interaction. Why on earth would he say that? You shuddered at the interaction.

Your heels hit the pavement, echoing in the empty streets. Not many people were out in this area. Most had taken a cab to the little bars that were further back. Smart, unlike you. Perhaps saving a few bucks wasn't worth bumping into weirdos like the guys back there.

As you finally hit the main road, your worry vanished. Cars were passing by, people were walking about, and a bus was about to pull up to the stop soon. The eerie feeling of the walk there was vanishing. You'd be home soon, safe with these stupid heels off.

It wasn't long till the bus arrived. Hoping on, choosing to sit near the back by the window. Sighing in relief as you sat down. Taking the pressure off your feet. Leaning your head against the window. You looked out as the bus began to move. Your eyes widened as you looked out. You sat up straight, staring at the view before you.

Looking back from the other side of the window, down the street you had just come were the two men from before. The smaller, leaner one was leaning against the building by the sidewalk. Looking off down the road, but the large man. He was staring directly at you, smiling as if happy with himself. Once he realized you were looking at him, he began to wave. Keeping that smile that made your pick up, on his face. The bus drove away, but you kept your eyes on them as long as possible and it seems he did too.

They followed you to the bus stop. They had followed you. It wasn't a coincidence. You had bumped into them going the opposite direction. They had purposely pursued you. Suddenly, the pain in your feet became the least of your worries. Every stop, every new passenger you stared at. Fearing the men had somehow gotten to the stop before the bus and were waiting for you. Every new passenger made your heart race, your palms sweat and your head pound. The announcements began to drown out, sounding out of reach. The only thing you could hear was the doors opening and closing. You had almost missed your stop. So worried and focused on the doors. Pulling the string last minute, you shot up. Racing to the front doors.

Stepping out, you looked around. The bus sped off behind you. Your stop was a few blocks from your place. There weren't many people out. A few cars passed by, a few people were out walking their dogs, but that was it. Heading home, you stayed alert. Looking behind you every few steps. Afraid those men would appear again. You couldn't shake off how creepy it was. Why were they at the bus stop? Maybe they were trying to catch the bus? No, there was only one bus on that route, and they made no attempt to get on, and the taller guy was waving at you. Clearly they had followed you, but why? You shuddered at the thoughts, trying to convince yourself they were making sure you were safe. Even if it was bizarre and unrealistic.

Finally you were home. Kicking off your shoes, you made your way to your room. Shedding off your clothes and removing your makeup. All you wanted was the comfort of your bed. The safety of your room. The sweet feeling of slumping on the bed, the pressure off your feet. Laying on the bed, you began to doze off. Comfort and safety took over as your eyes closed. Tomorrow you would forget about your weird journey home and just remember the bad choice in shoes and the fun you had with your friends.

Your alarm blared on your nightstand. Demanding you to wake and face all the bad choices from the night prior. Your head pounded from the previous drinks as you woke. Looking out the window, you noticed the sun was barely up. Shit, could you call off sick? Would your boss even care? The answers were no and yes. He was a dick and already was in a bad mood due to new projects. Your absence would just be something he could harp on you for. Claiming there was no one else to cover reception, a lie. There was, however, there was no one who wanted to cover reception.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you ignored the soreness in your feet and the rest of your body. Dressing yourself and preparing breakfast. Putting some bread in the toaster, deciding on something simple and light. You reached for the top of a cabinet, getting down your jar of coffee beans.

"Fuck." You closed your eyes and sighed as you held the empty jar.

You would need to hit the coffee shop before work. There were no good ones on your way to the office, which meant you had to go to the one a few blocks out of your way.

Packing your lunch and laptop for the office. You headed out, making your way to the shop. It wasn't too out of the way, just a few blocks in the wrong direction. You had left early enough. It should be fine, not cutting into your time getting to work. Your feet would hate you, but there was no way you could get through the day without some form of caffeine.

The ache in your feet was bearable now that you were wearing runners and not heels. Though the rest of you was still in rough shape. Head foggy, body tired. You just wanted a coffee and rest. Turning the corner, you headed through the front doors of the shop. Hearing the chimes above the door as you went to order. Ordering your usual before stepping aside. Waiting for the barista to make your drink.

The bells above the door chimed again. Looking up, expecting to see another poor early riser getting their morning fix. Opening your mouth to give a greeting, you stopped yourself when you saw who it was. Oh god, your body was no longer tired. No, fear was taking over. Making your heart pick up pace as you looked at the man's face. You knew that face. The unkempt hair, the stumble, the wide eyes that stared directly at you like the night before. It was the taller of the two men. The one who had caught you. He was here, here in your local coffee shop. Far from that area last night. There was no overlap. There should be no overlap, he shouldn't be here.

He made his way towards you, his eyes held on you. Your eyes glued to him as well. His held pleasure. Yours held dread and terror. You took a step back, pushing your back into the counter. Trying to further yourself from him. This wasn't a chance run in. Someone wouldn't come towards a random they bumped into the night before and were rude to.

The barista's voice broke both of your stares. She was calling out your name and order. Handing you your drink and motioning your stalker to the cash register. You took his distraction to grab your drink and bolted out the door. Looking back into the shop's windows to ensure he wasn't following. He wasn't, you saw him ordering his drink at the counter. Taking a sigh of relief. Perhaps you were in your head. Scared of imaginary scenarios and villains. Turning towards your work, those calming feelings disappeared as quick as they came. Standing on the other side of the entrance was the creep's companion. Leaning against the wall. He looked up at you, gave a weak smile then went back to looking elsewhere.

Your body reacted quicker than your mind could. Your feet carried you down the street. Picking up speed with every step. You ignored the feeling of the burning coffee hitting your hand. The pain and panic that was coursing through you. They had followed you, they were stalking you. This wasn't some messed up coincidence. They had followed you. Faster and faster you moved. It wasn't until you hit the front doors of your work did you allow yourself to relax and breathe. Standing past the doorway, looking back. As if expecting to see those men again standing there. Waving smiling. You waited for their faces to pop up, but it never came. You were safe. Safe inside the building. Finally, you took in the scene around you. You were hyperventilating in the lobby of your work building. People were staring. Trying to calm yourself down, you headed to the elevators. Jumping into a mostly empty one. Giving a weak smile to the people with you before turning around and using the elevator mirrors to fix yourself up. Your hair was wild from the run. Shit, you tried to fix it the best you could with one hand. Running your fingers through the parts you could or patting it down. After some fiddling, you made your hair somewhat presentable. Now turning to your outfit, looking at the coffee on your coat. At least none got on your pants and top. You wouldn't look crazy with a clean outfit even if your hair was a bit wild. You had managed to spill about half your drink on yourself and the ground while running. So much for your morning pick up. Turning towards the door, you leveled your breathing one last time before heading to your desk.

The day had seemed long. You were still on alert. Terrified that they would turn up again. Apart of you wanted to say it was all a weird coincidence, but you knew better. No one acknowledges a random bump in from the night before. No one sane stares at another person the way he did. The idea of calling the police crossed your mind, but you knew it was foolish. You didn't have proof and they hadn't actually hurt or threatened you.

The day dragged on, lunch came and went. Every ding of the elevator, or opening of an office door had your head snapping towards the noise. Your chest would pick up from the heavy and quick breathing. Chills would run down your body, freezing your actions for a few seconds till you saw their face. Till you knew you were safe. There was nowhere to hide. You were the receptionist. You had to see and greet every new face that walked in. Had to watch as people walked in and out of the elevators. 5 o'clock couldn't come fast enough.

The walk home was filled with the same fear and paranoia. Always looking over your shoulder. Sure you were certain they hadn't followed you to work, but then again. You were convinced they hadn't followed you past the bus stop. Days and days were like this. Repeating the anxiety of leaving the house, of seeing them. Every movement from the corner of your eye had you on full alert. Every day was the same. Panic to work, panic at work and panic at home. Yet, you hadn't seen them again. Days past. You were beginning to feel somewhat safe again.

A foolish feeling. Your paranoia was correct. Your suspicion of the shadows was right. The taller of the two men was always there, waiting, watching. Staying just out of sight. Your anxiety filled him with satisfaction and passion. He wanted you, needed you, and just watching was getting dull after a while. Perhaps it was time you two properly met. Get to know each other a little better. Plus you were losing that fear he loved. Shoving himself off the wall in the alley. He watched as you headed inside your office. Maybe it would be fun to meet you back at your place? Uvo headed in your home direction. Yeah, it would be fun. He can already picture your cute face as you walked in to be met with him lying on your couch. Too bad Nobunaga was too busy to see it. He would just need to snap a few pictures.

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songsofadelaide · 1 day ago

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"And now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, screaming 'But Daddy I love him!'. I'm having his baby— No, I'm not, but you should see your faces. I'm telling him to floor it through the fences... No, I'm not coming to my senses. I know he's crazy but he's the one I want."

Continuation of this piece.

Growing up with a supermodel mother meant it was only a matter of time before he was thrust into the spotlight as well. Satoru knew that much from the moment he was able to think for himself. He wasn't the daughter his mother pined for, but she loved him so, so much because he was just as pretty as she always hoped for. She only stopped working a short while after giving birth before launching herself head-on to more and more modelling gigs until her previous natural rhythm returned.

And when his mother started bringing him along to her stints like a little pet puppy to be fawned over, he learned to weaponize his pretty blue eyes so similar to hers and won the hearts of the photography crew— all just by playfully batting his feathery lashes at them.

Sometimes he regrets playing into his mother's hands like that, but like any other kid who loved seeing their mother happy, he easily agreed to every simple gig she booked for him. It started small at first— posing with her for magazine photoshoots until they became full-blown endorsements for kids' milk, toys, children's clothes... and eventually, the runway, too. Articles have been written about him even before he had a better grasp at reading, hailing him as the son of modelling royalty.

Sometimes he dreamed of a more normal life for himself. A life where his mother retired from modelling early and married into a quiet family. Her best friend did just that exactly and was completely happy with her life at present...

But no, his mother married into a wealthy family of old money and thought it was only fitting since she was a well-sought-after treasure. How narcissistic, Satoru can't help but think to himself at times. For someone whose only redeeming factor was her physical appearance— which declined in age— his mother was incredibly self-absorbed. Sometimes he wonders if he will grow up to be just like her.

He hopes not.

Because there were nights he and his mother were simply normal people, not supermodels on top of the world. She was just his mother, not supermodel Arisu Gojo. On those nights, his mother was allowed a bit more sweet wine than what was usually allowed. On those nights, he was just a kid playing house with the child of his mother's best friend in the entire world. On those nights, there was you, his only friend outside the modelling world and entertainment industry, and you were his favorite, too, just like how his mother adored yours.

Oh, Satoru adored you, all right. He realized as he grew older that he was incredibly similar to his mother in terms of being spoiled rotten. He grew into his image as the nation's sweetheart, an affable public figure who charmed everyone he encountered, but reared a whole other person whenever his family had its regular wine and dines with yours. He would march into your room like it was the most natural thing and demand you drop whatever it was you were doing because Satoru the star was in the house(!).

And surprisingly, you agreed with everything he said because you liked him just as much. Just as you were his favorite friend, he was yours.

You somewhat felt sorry for him since he didn't have the conventional childhood like you did, but seeing him having the time of his life on print ads and TV commercials, you thought he had fun on his own terms, too. At school, you would hear your female classmates gush at how perfect the nation's sweetheart was, and it instilled in you a sick sense of twisted pride at knowing him personally— who he was behind the glamorous scenes— and how terribly spoiled he was by your family.

When your classmates at school once asked what you thought about him, you played it cool by saying, "He's okay, I guess..." Only for that "okay" guy to be in your bedroom that very night asking for head pats because "the photoshoots are turning into a real drag!".

Your classmates didn't have to know the whole thing.

As you two grew older, the time you spent together grew less and less. Words even fewer. Until it all came to a head when you turned sixteen and Satoru pushed you away so hard that you held back tears. He didn't know what came over him back then, but he stopped coming over to your room afterwards. You figured he had already outgrown the setup. You two were teenagers now, for pity's sake. You would've accepted that as fact if he spoke about it, but his vanishing act left you perplexed.

Only he didn't vanish. He was everywhere— on the cover of popular teen magazines, that soda commercial on TV, fronting promotional material for high-end clothing and expensive mobile phones on social media... He's the son of modelling royalty, after all. For the last three years, he accepted project after project after project and still went on those shared family dinners like nothing happened between you two.

But there was something. He knew his old man meant well when he spoke about propriety between the two of you, but he didn't just like you as a friend at this point. Those dinners weren't complete for him without seeing your face, regardless of whether or not you hated him for leaving you so puzzled. So when you stopped showing up or heading down later than usual, he knew he had to do something.

"...ask Toru to call her downstairs! I haven't seen that girl for quite some time now! Has she been..."

"...with university lately. There's this boy, too. Her classmate, I think..."

The older women's conversation faded in his head the moment your mother mentioned a boy— a classmate— and just how close the two of you have grown while you were in university. Good grief. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't.

You were supposed to be his.

He made his way to your room upstairs, ready to speak about how the last three years were torment— About how his father's bullshit called him out because it was clear to the old man that his son looked at his friend differently now—

Then he heard them. The faintest of whimpers from your bedroom. And if he was right in his head, his name left your lips, too.

He wasn't going to let go of this.

You opened your bedroom door with your face still flushed and your clothes all rumpled, and you nearly shut him out in panic if he didn't wedge his foot in your door. "Wait a moment. I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

He stepped in, only because you allowed him to, and the sound of your door locking behind you was muted as you busily smoothed out your clothes.

"What do you want to talk about, Satoru?"

Ouch. You used to call him Toru with the sweetest voice. The way you said his name now made his heart clench uncomfortably, almost like it physically hurt him.

"I missed you."

???

"The hell are you saying? After... after that... Are you serious right now? You ignored me for the last three years and come back with that?" You raised your voice at him, but only enough for the two of you to hear. "You can't come back here and tell me you missed me because the last time you were here, you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me. Friends don't leave friends wondering... what the hell did I ever do to you?"

"For the record, I don't see you as a friend," he stated point-blank, holding your gaze with the intensity of a lightning bolt that struck a pole of electricity, setting everything around it on fire. "I mean... You always were, but I think I've made it clear lots of times that I see you as more."

More than a friend? Were you hearing him right? Satoru— Ridiculously handsome, gorgeous, stunning— the nation's sweetheart and every girl's object of affection— saw you as more than a friend?

Here he was standing before you, six feet of good-looking, silvery hair and feather-like lashes, fumbling for words and grasping for an apology to give that's far too late, but maybe it arrived just on time for you. You never hated him, anyway. How could you?

When you yearned for him just as much.

"I'm sorry. I was so scared that it would be the last, so I just... I don't know. My reasons are shit. But that was my mistake, especially when you started pulling away from me. I—"

"If you're really sorry..." You said as you took a bold step toward him, obviously catching him off guard as you closed the distance between you. "Then prove it."

You're going to take what's yours. Without so much of an effort, too, by the way he willingly opened his arms to receive you the moment you walked right in.

Needless to say, Satoru breaks the internet by posting a sweet photo with his non-showbiz girlfriend.

His fans lose their shit the moment it was posted, everyone trying to verify its veracity and authenticity. His agency and PR team wrestled to regain control of his favorite social media account, where he's posted photo after photo with you, one of which was captioned, "Since '06.". The internet sleuths attempt to trough through the mystery of your identity and where the hell you came from after all these years. Articles were written about your relationship, the speculations about your identity ranging from realistic to outright stupid.

Analysis videos were discussing his behavior around his fellow models, which started circulating on the internet, detailed how he always kept an acceptable and respectful distance from them. They all concluded that it was because of his unknown girlfriend.

Your university classmates were equally baffled that your unassuming person had that kind of relationship with the nation's sweetheart, but that was all. You were immune to the occasional murmured assumption about who you were and didn't really care what they thought. Many of them just wanted to get their degree and get things done and you agreed with that, too.

For Satoru, the cherry on top was his mother posting on her social media account, doubling down on his decision to publicize his relationship, which she excitedly and readily accepted because she loved you as her own, too. She posted an old photograph featuring her holding her then three-year-old son peering into the crib of a baby girl— and in that photograph was a face familiar to many of his mother's fans.

Your mother had a pretty good following in her youth, too, but when she chose the quiet life, she left all of it behind— and when you asked her about it, she said she did what she wanted and she wouldn't change a thing— imploring you to do the same thing, too.

"Oh, so you think the world is a much better place with me in it?" Satoru asked you teasingly, head on your lap as he absentmindedly scrolled through his social media.

"I think you should shut up," you retorted, tugging at his hair ever so slightly. "Your fans still haven't forgiven you, you know."

"The real ones will know that you make me happy. Let the fake ones can keep on barking," he shrugged at your statement. "And the real ones know by now that you were always meant to be in my world."

"Because Aunt Arisu begged my mother to give you a playmate," you chuckled at his statement. "So much for playmates."

"What? Isn't this better?"

You smiled to yourself, humming as you ran your fingers through his hair, like time was never lost to you two.

Yes. Yes, it is.

#songsofadelaidewrites💛#mari's prompts 🎠#jujutsu kaisen #jjk au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #i wrote this while listening to ttpd #but daddy i love him #this has been in the drafts for so long #starry divider by @/cafekitsune

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lilithrosexoxo · 3 days ago

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Ch. 5 Nightfall

Supper was uneventful, Elowen continued to uselessly flirt with Jinwoo even in front of her mate. Your siblings mates typically joined you all for supper. You honestly felt sorry for the beta. He was a kind man and Elowen didn’t deserve him. Bazz’s family was still visiting the kingdom which meant they were staying at the castle which unfortunately meant he attempted to flirt with you but after receiving a warning growl from Jinwoo he backed off. The twins fought over another meal while Aldwin cracked jokes all throughout supper to lighten your mood and you were highly appreciative.

After supper you retire to your room until you see your door opening and you knew it could only be one person. Only one person is able to enter your nest without asking permission, your best friend Astrid. You two were practically sisters after your father brought her to the castle from the orphanage. People often overlooked her because her father was a serial killer that was convicted and executed. Unfortunately for her the tabloids caught wind of her and she was deemed the child with bad blood. Your father took pity on her and decided to raise her in the castle as your personal knight.

“Y/N!”, she shouts as she lunges at you and tackles you to the bed with a huge smile on her face, her yellow eyes blazing, “You found them after all these years. I’m so happy, I know you thought the goddess forsaked you but, I always knew you would find your fated mate”, she says, squeezing you tightly.

You return her hug with equal fervor. Astrid was always there for you and always said you would find your fated mate even as the years went by.

You chuckle, “Yes yes yes you were right but can you believe it? My alpha is THE Sung Jinwoo!”, you squeal.

“You got the best alpha. He’s so capable and such a strong commander. He’s what every alpha dreams of being. Of course the best alpha is the best fit for the best prime omega”, she says, holding her head up high looking at you with pride. You feel your heart swell with praise.

“Thank you for always believing in me Astrid. I wouldn’t be here without you”, you say as you feel tears well up in your eyes, “Jinwoo is such a kind and determined alpha”, you sigh dreamily.

In the distance you both hear a deep boom and feel the earth quake causing you to gasp. Astrid springs into action and draws out her sword. She puts her communicator in her ear to see what’s going on.

“There’s an attack by demons. Damnit first the elves and now demons. We need to get you and the rest of the royal family into the bunker. Let’s go”, she says as you both run out the room and down the corridor.

“Wait, we need to let Jinwoo know what’s going on! I won’t leave him behind!”, you shout as Astrid tries to drag you away.

“Let’s make this quick”, she says as you run down the hall.

She bangs on the door, “Alpha Sung we’re under attack. We require your help. Our numbers are thin due to the elves previous attacks”, she states and the door bursts open.

Jinwoo is clad in all black with a serious look in his eye.

“Take Y/N to safety, I’ll handle this threat with my remaining soldiers and the castle knights”, he commands as another explosion rocks the earth.

Astrid takes you by the hand, “Let’s go Y/N”, you both go to turn towards the direction of the bunker. Your heart is racing as you feel the adrenaline kick in. You keep your guard up looking out for any stray demons coming your way until a figure lands in front of you.

Yellow eyes meet yours as you begin to quake in fear when the realization hits you. You’re not just being attacked by demons but by a prince of hell. This was the worst possible time for your father to be gone. Towering in front of you is none other than Beelzebub. You’ve only seen pictures of him before but his aura is menacing.

“Get behind me Y/N”, Astrid says as she assumes a fighting position.

She lunges and her and Beelzebub meet in a clash of swords. Astrid isn’t attacking, just defending; she can’t seem to find an opening to cut off his head and put an end to this battle.

“Wow, is this the best the castle knights can do?”, he says with a chuckle, “It’s time to kick things up a notch”, he says as he begins to flit through the corridor. Cuts start to appear on Astrid’s body and it becomes clear what’s going on, he’s toying with her. He can end her life at any second but is choosing to draw out the battle. It doesn’t take long before blood is dripping down her body onto the floor but she still stands. She swore to protect you and that’s what she’ll do even if it costs her life.

“Ooooo~ we have a determined one don’t we. Usually prey should recognize the difference between strength of a predator and cower in fear yet you resist? What is the motivator behind your determination? It wouldn’t be that sweet omega behind you would it? Who is it your mate?”, he says with a sinister smile.

Suddenly he disappears in a flash and appears before you. Yellow eyes glare down at you as he reaches forward, hand pointed aiming right at your chest.

Jinwoo could only look on in a panic as he begins to run towards you forcing all of his mana to his feet to move faster; all his soldiers are busy fighting demons and he can’t send any to you in time. Once he recognized the prince of hell he began to make his way towards you but he couldn't keep up with Beezlebub’s speed; he wasn't going to make it in time. He still wasn’t strong enough, he was going to lose you! He was going to lose another person he cared about right in front of his eyes.

You see a shadow jump in front of you and Beezlebub’s hand goes right through. You watch as a beaded necklace falls to the ground and shatters. Wait, why does that necklace look so familiar? Your vision clears and the person before you comes to light. It’s Astrid. The necklace that fell was the one you made for her when you were children. No, no no this can’t be. You catch her as she falls to the ground. Blood there’s so much blood pouring out of her from the gaping hole in her chest. Even with an alphas advanced healing there’s no way she can recover from this.

“A-Astrid…”, you croak out your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Y/N, my sister, my flame. I love you and I will always watch over you. Thank you for caring and lo-loving someone like me. W-with bad blood”, you hear her say with a smile as she chokes on her own blood reaching up for your face.

You catch her hand and put it on your cheek, blood smearing in the process. Tears stream down your face and onto hers, “Astrid please don’t leave me”, you choke out. This cannot be happening right now. You cling to her as you see life leave her eyes and feel her hand flop. You feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. “No no no no no, Astrid you have to get up, please don’t leave me”, you shout but she’s gone. You can’t believe she’s gone. That you won’t be able to spend any more time together, see her smile, see her yellow eyes and flaming red hair dancing in the wind as she battles.

While Beezlebub is distracted watching the scene unfold before him with a sinister grin Jinwoo swoops in; however, his daggers immediately meet a sword. Beating a prince of hell won’t be easy especially with Igris and Beru gone, “Mages aim your attacks towards Beezlebub and fire!”, he commands Tusk and the other mages.

It’s a direct hit and Jinwoo prepares to go in for the final kill but all he hears is laughter. Beezlebub leaves the center of the attack without a scratch on him. Jinwoo decides that it’s time for a stealth attack and uses his mana to become invisible.

“Oh you’re quite different from the other mutts roaming around aren’t you Alpha Sung?”, Beezlebub says.

Jinwoo circles him, muscles tensing as he prepares for another attack; the only way he’ll be able to take him out is with a surprise attack. He lunges and goes straight for his throat but unsurprisingly he meets a sword yet again.

“Really a sneak attack? How pathetic truly and here I thought the great Alpha Sung would entertain me”, he says with a smirk as he lowers his guard figuring this will be child’s play. Jinwoo smiles as he activates commander touch and brings his other dagger and slices his ankles bringing the prince to his knees. The look on his face would be priceless if the situation wasn’t so dire. “Tusk! Use the orb and unleash everything you have on him now! Use Wisteria rain”, he shouts. A column of purple rains down upon the prince and Jinwoo smells the sizzling flesh and hears the prince scream in agony. He goes in for the kill while he’s weakened and one more swipe of his dagger sends his head rolling.

“Your arrogance was your downfall”, he says as he speaks to the head that’s slowly crumbling away.

“No matter, my brothers will avenge me. We will lay claim to this dimension”, Beezlebub says as he fades away.

With the prince dead Jinwoo goes to you but stops in his tracks as he gets hit with a sense of deja vu. You’re still clinging to Astrid’s lifeless body as tears stream down your face. A horrible memory is brought to the surface as he thinks of the friend he’s lost. The fight ended with his last shadow soldier wiping out the last demon but the damage has been done.

He sees your family, guests, and the remaining knights come to you after hearing your cries and the scene makes them gasp.

“No not Astrid”, your mother says as she goes to you.

“You’re supposed to be THE Sung Jinwoo and you couldn’t protect Y/N from this pain. You are a horrible alpha, you don’t deserve Y/N”, Bazz screams.

Who does he think he’s talking to? He’s aware that he failed you tonight; he doesn't need him rubbing it in. Jinwoo gives him a murderous glare that makes his blood run cold and Bazz immediately backs down and rushes to your side.

All of a sudden you feel a raging inferno burning you from the inside. You scream as pain begins to overwhelm you. Your body bends unnaturally as fire flares through your veins.

“Please it burns”, you cry out as you shut your eyes to try to block out the pain.

“What’s happening to her?”, your mother shouts as she runs to you and cradles you in her arms.

Jinwoo kneels and feels your forehead, you’re burning up. He sees intricate blue and red symbols start to weave across your skin while your body starts to glow. He knows what’s happening all too well but he’d rather this happen then have you drop and risk losing you forever.

“She’s awakening”, he tells your mother and she’s stunned. An omega awakening? There’s no recollection of something like this happening; it should only be alphas that can awaken and that’s after suffering true heartbreak. At least that’s what she’s always been told but as she sees you writhe in her arms and with an experienced alpha like Alpha Sung confirming it, it must be true.

“Alpha Sung please, what can we do for my daughter?”

“Nothing, we just have to wait and try to make her as comfortable as possible”.

It’s the last thing you hear before the world goes black.

#sung jinwoo #solo leveling #solo leveling x y/n #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling x you #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jinwoo x y/n #sung jinwoo x you #anime fanfic

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popcornforone · 2 days ago

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Bunked Up

A Mr Ben Fan Fic

I gave you a vote & you overwhelmingly chose Mr Ben as this weeks fic. This one I’ve had completed in draft since the end of November but then I had Christmas writing then the January & February challenges, so it been patient waiting for its turn.

Synopsis:- You are need an extra teacher for your field trip, your new boy friend mr Ben agrees to help.

Word Count:- 3000

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV unprotected sex, swearing, muffling, orgasms, established but secret & new realationship, lover colleagues, PDA, bed creeping, small bed scenario.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, I hope you enjoy this, it’s been a very fun write.

“Free for a second Ben” you poke your head around his class room door. “I need to vent & you always love to tell me to calm down” in you stroll, youve only been back at school 3 days teaching & are already stressed. Being the new head of geography is already proving hard work. Bens busy reading a the new poetry anthology he needs to get his 15 year olds to work on. His feet are up in the desk. He slowly lowers his book & his glasses & eyes pop up from behind it. Instantly making you calmer. Who could ever be angry at such a handsome face.

“Couldnt this wait until later” he groans, but he knows from your tone this needs to be off your chest now, you both like to try & leave work at work.

“Ben!”

“What”

“You’d rather I talked about this when we go out for dinner tonight?” It’s Thursday & you’ve decided to make tonight your date night. You’ve been seeing each other for the last 6 months & are soon going to have to have that chat about where you see this going.

“No you’re right sorry” he puts his book mark in & closes the anthology. You know he’s read this at least once, he took the book with you when you went on your mini break in the summer to the Hamptons.

“So you know George,”

“Yes”

“Well his wife now needs to be induced for the triplets they are having” Ben wonders why this affects you.

“Okay so…”

“The date they have been given in October 4th”

“&…”

“It’s when our field trip to Florida is happening, to take the kids to the keys just before storm season”

“So….” Ben can’t see the point”how does he having his babies effect your trip, he doesn’t teach Geography”

“No but he’s a man & he has always volunteered for trips to be the spare man if one is needed.” Ben sees your issue. “Me Jenny & Scott are all the geography teachers & we have to leave 2 teachers behind to teach the rest & set supply, so we need another man on the field trip”

“Okay yes” you look bemused.

“What do you mean yes”

“Yes I’ll do it…” your jaw drops.

“Ben… I…I… I wasn’t expecting that”

“Why not”

“Well you don’t even teach a humanity & no one cares if a Religious study’s teacher goes away for 5 days, but your head of English”

“Did you just want 5 days without me?” He says & takes his glasses off & bites the end of them. You dampen your panties instantly. That always makes you want to jump his bones.

“Ben stop it”

“Make me” you lean across his desk & pull at his dark blue tie. He groans. His lips that you kiss every day feeling more plump today for some reason. He holds your neck gently, cradling it.

“You sure you want to come on a boring geography field trip. I only came in here to have a moan…”

“You’ve done that in both respects” he giggles.

“Ben”

“What” you playfully dig him in the ribs.

“I’ll need to go clear this with the principal, but if you really did want to, then it would be a huge help then me having to email everyone in the school tomorrow morning”

“If it’s okay with the head, I’m in”

“Ahhh” you squeeze him “my hero & don’t worry all you need to do is be a chaparone, we will do the teaching, we just need a male teacher.” He hugs you back.

“It’s geography, what could go wrong?”…

Ben wasn’t happy when you got to where you were staying for the field trip. Yes he got his own room but it was a half double bed & a little basic. He was upset you weren’t on the same floor as him. But he put on a happy face as the wind & rain blew at him as the kids collected data each day. You are built for these field trips. You can stand in the winds & speak to kids, you’ve been doing it for years, the cold doesn’t get to you until at least the last day of each trip which is why now as head of department, you’ve organised for the last day of the field trip to be either organising the data the kids have collected or going to a museum so your not all frozen. Ben however usually takes kids to plays or to readings or lectures. When you packed him lots of waterproof clothes & thermals he laughed, now he wished you’d packed more.

He stands there as the kids are busy measuring the long shore drift. You’ve told him he can have a break for a few minutes. So he’s sat on a sea defence, desperately clasping to a flask of coffee he brought with him to keep warm. You look up & see this & mouth to Scott to keep an eye on everyone & walk across the beach to Ben. He try’s to man up straight away the second he senses you walking over but you can tell he’s not enjoying this.

“Told you these weren’t for the faint hearted”

“I ain’t volunteering next year no way, thought you said this would be fun”

“It is”

“Since when”he scoffs struggling to undo the top of his flask, his hands shivering in his gloves. you sigh & take it from him & undo it straight away. A seasoned professional at how to survive the elements.

“Ben I promise you that we have one more day here on the beach after today taking data then it’s class room based & a museum & no more wind & rain & sea breeze okay” you rub his hat ruffling his hair under it.

“You’re made of strong stuff you know” he says a small smile forming on his face after sipping his hot drink. The colour coming back into his face.

“Years of doing this Ben, be glad we’re not doing this in December”

“Well I wouldn’t be here” he say & you look concerned. “Those triplets would be almost 2 months old by then” you both laugh & you slowly take his hand in yours giving it a squeeze.

“I know I say this a lot, but I really am thankful you did volunteer to do this” this makes him smile too.

“Anything to make my girl happy”

Tomorrow you are all off to a museum before flying back to New York. The kids you’ve all been looking after & who haven’t been in bed before 1pm no matter how hard you all tried every night, are finally all knackered. All in their rooms by 11pm. Clearly they have reached exhaustion, because no matter how many brave faces you & the teachers have put on, you’re all spent too.

Jenny has agreed to man the corridors tonight if there’s anything that goes on. She hadn’t done it for the first 3 nights of the trip at all & had got the most sleep. You slip into your jammies & sit on your half double bed which squeaks & is hard & sit there with a mug of hot water, reading your romance novel. Finally some you time as you hear the rain clatter on the window. Or so you thought, a polite knocking happens on your door & you grown. The kids know to not talk to you unless it’s a complete emergency tonight, you slink out of bed & grab your Hoodie to put it on over your top, it’s not completely see though but it’s not the best for a kid to see. You yawn as you open the door.

“This had better…” the door is pushed open. Large familiar hands engulf you in second, kicking the door shut behind the large man. Your lips peppered & your neck caressed.

“Oooh baby”

“Ben” you moan your hands all up in his hair. You can feel his erection through his bottoms. “Baby we’re on a field trip”

“Couldnt sleep, have only had about 6 hours sleep since we got here”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me” you say & hold him back a few seconds. His puppy dog eyes filled with sorrow & tiredness.

“Didn’t want my girl to have something else to worry about”

“Ben you should have told me” you caress his face. He smiles at your touch. “I’d have got you another mattress or”

“It’s not the same, you weren’t there to wake up to”

“I’m not always there for you to wake up to”

“But your here in this building, sleeping the floor bellow, it’s ached not being able to touch you or kiss you or pleasure you” he closes the gap between you both again. Little kisses around the base of your neck. He loves to do that. His hand slips inside you jammies.

“Ben please”

“Why not” he relaises you have no underwear on.

“No Ben you misunderstand” his eyes dilate as you smirk”oooh Ben please” your own hand going into his trouser, teasing his erection.

“Oooh fuck baby” he yanks down your jammie bottoms & the two fingers that were on your clit slip inside your sex. You grab onto his shoulder & whimper.

“Fuck Ben”

“Just getting you ready baby, want my girl to enjoy it all as we have no lube”

“Any condoms” you hadn’t brought your birth control tablets with you.

“Erm….” He looks embarrassed.

“Ben there’s solutions in pharmacy’s.” You tug off his T-shirt as the rain gets heavier outside. He pushes you on your bed which creeks & takes off your hoodie & top. Looking at you already on the edge of bliss just by his fingers taking you.

“Your fucking needy baby”

“Only cos you like it.” You wrap your legs around him & get your feet in the back of his waist band. You both wriggle so his penis springs free, rubbing your skin just above your clit, getting some of your pubic hair on it. He takes his fingers from inside you & sucks.

“Fucking delicious” he moans before his fingers grip his length. Pre cum drips across your sex. The way you groan when he slowly Edges all the way inside you. It may have only been a couple of days where you hadn’t had sex, but this felt needed by you both. His eyes wide, as he sinks deeper into you & the way his moustache curls has you feeling even more in heaven than you already are.

“Fuck Ben” his hand covers your mouth.

“Shhhh the kids below” he reminds you. His first thrust powerful. You grip his skin. The bed creeks louder than your moan.

“Ben” you whimper “the bed will give us more away” he giggles with you. “Can you do slow & sensual?” So far all your sex sessions have been rough & passionate. No holding back, you both feel like you’ve had a work out by the end of it. He raises an eye brow.

“I can try beautiful” he whispers before then kissing all around your ear. His next couple of movements slower, rubbing your walls, hitting your spot as you hiss in pleasure trying to be quiet. “But when you look as sexy as this, it hard to control myself”.

No matter how hard you try to be quiet & he try’s to be slow, noises fill the room. The bed even slow creeks, the headboard hitting the wall. You moan every 3 thrusts fuck out loud. Eyes time you do he sucks on your breasts & then you squeeze his bum making him whimper. Feeling him raw always makes your eyes roll, his length knows what to do as you grip onto him. Your legs still wrapped around him. You’re squeezing him too, pushing him deeper, making him feel bigger, the pleasure unmatched. As your collective climax approaches, he gives up. His large hand no longer over your mouth. The bed rocking & rolling with you as you both pant & swear. The air turning blue.

“Fuck fuck b..” before you can scream Ben snogs you. He knows how loud you screech his name when you cum & he knows hearing it will make him reply back with your own name. His tongue taking over sets you off, your body jolting through your climax. As you clamp around you, his own high hits, filling you up with his seed. He always digs his hand in hard to your hip when he finishes. He pants, lying flush on top of you. You ruffle his hair eventually when your lips separate. His sweaty body warming your though. The bed no longer creaking as you both lie in silence as the rain stops & you both fall asleep in each others arms.

You both slept so well. Just being near each other made you both feel safe & secure. Your heat radiating. It was the perfect way to end your school trip. Or so you both thought.

Ben crept out of your room like he was a naughty school boy at about 5am after peppering you with kisses as an apology for not staying the whole night & went back to his bed. You both made sure to shower before joining the other teachers & your students in the canteen for breakfast. You walked in first & grabbed a coffee & a pastry. A few kids looked your way but not too many. But when Ben walked in the whole of your field trip turned to face him & then back at you & then him. Ben was never good at poker faces, he turned bright red instantly as the room filled with loud gossip. His name on everyone’s lips. He slowly went to get his breakfast & then sat down next to you at the teachers table like he had done every morning, with his hand on your thigh.

“Slept well Ben” Jenny asked.

“I did” he sheepishly replied.

“Probably too well that you almost stumbled up the stairs this morning” said Scott. He shot looks between you both.

“Fuck did you see”

“No” Scott said “but we all heard her bed creek for 20mins last night, the walls are thin” you both look at each other. You look a little more mortified than Ben. Ben then takes the hand from you thigh & locks it around your fingers, rubbing across your knuckles.

“What can I say” says Ben now proud of his night time activities “she’s the love of my life & not sharing a bed with her this week has been torture” you drop your cutlery in shock at what he just said the whole canteen falls silent.

“You… you love me?” You say not realising the whole room can hear you.

“Yes baby, I do” your face lights up.

“Good cos I love you too” you both forget you are in a room full of high school students & tenderly kiss. His lips soft & full of the love you both just declared.

A collective awwwwww from all the students fills both your ears & you remember where you are.

“Alright you lot just shhh okay” says Ben.

“You know they’ve been shipping us for a while Ben”

“Really” he raises an eyebrow, you know that smile to well.”well then let’s given them something to talk about”. Ben leans in & presses a lingering kiss to your temple before turning back to his breakfast, acting like he didn’t just declare his love in front of a room full of teenagers. You, on the other hand, are still reeling, the warmth of his hand in yours grounding you. Jenny smirks over her coffee.

“Well, at least it’s official now. The worst kept secret in the school.”

Scott shakes his head, laughing.

“You two really thought no one knew?” Ben feigns innocence, taking a bite of his toast.

“We were subtle.” He proclaims, this makes some of the students near bursts into laughter.

“Sir no offense, but you literally stare at her like shes the star cheerleader in the team” one of the kids says, another chimes in,

“also she looks at you like you’re the only person in the room.” You glance at Ben, & he gives you a little shrug, as if to say, they’re not wrong. You roll your eyes but squeeze his hand under the table. Jenny sighs dramatically.

“So what happens now? A romantic wedding in the school gym? Matching ‘his and hers’ coffee mugs in the staff room?”

Ben grins, finally regaining his confidence.

“I was thinking something more low-key. Maybe just moving in together first?” You choke on your coffee.

“Excuse me?”

He shrugs, pretending to focus on his breakfast, but the slight pink in his cheeks gives him away.

“I mean… it’s not like I ever want to wake up without you again. I want to be bunked up with you…” he gulps & then looks you seriously but softly in the eyes, love pouring out of them “…forever”

The students erupt into more cheers and dramatic awwws as you sit there, staring at him in stunned silence. Eventually, you shake your head, laughing.

“Well,” you say, nudging him with your knee under the table, “let’s get today over with & then when we get back tonight we can have a chat without additional ears” you caress his face. Ben smirks, leaning in just close enough for only you to hear.

“I’ll make sure when we get back that the only person that hears you orgasm is me” you blush crimson, for the first time in days, despite the exhaustion, the cold, & the chaos of chaperoning teenagers, you feel completely, utterly warm.

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adverbally · 3 hours ago

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Written for the @stmarchmm prompt “bitching/studding” | wc: 1,431 | rated: M | cw: nonconsensual studding, parental abuse and neglect, anxiety and panic attacks, vomiting | tags: studded Alpha (formerly Omega) Steve, Alpha Eddie, Steddie, early relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

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Eddie likes to think that he knows Steve pretty well after a couple months of courting, well enough to notice the odd things that form a pattern of behavior over time. He tries to dismiss them as quirks at first, or just a bad day, but it’s gotten to the point where he can’t ignore the red flags that are flapping in his face.

Like, maybe it makes sense that a big shot Alpha like Steve prefers to take the lead in their relationship. Even though Eddie is an Alpha, too, he doesn’t have much experience and he’s content to let Steve be his guide. So he lets Steve drive when they go somewhere together and open doors for him and press him against the wall to kiss him breathless.

He gets that Steve can be a little nervous, prefers to stay in control whenever possible. That’s why Eddie has only ever asked to fuck him once— the obvious discomfort and anxiety that had marred Steve’s face is burned into Eddie’s memory, and he remembers it every time he wants to suggest switching things up. There’s no point in pushing when Eddie is perfectly happy to let Steve fuck his brains out.

But the alarm bells really start to ring one afternoon in late August, when Steve comes to the trailer and has the worst panic attack Eddie has ever seen.

It’s not the first time he’s seen Steve like this, shaking and gasping for breath as he kneels in front of the toilet. There’s a certain routine to it by now, much like the one they use when Steve has a bad migraine. Eddie rubs his back while he heaves, talks to him softly, wets a washcloth to wipe the sweat and bile from his face. Steve usually comes back to himself within a few minutes, quieter and paler than before but still willing to enjoy some quiet time with Eddie.

Today, though, everything Eddie tries seems to make it worse. Steve is sobbing when he isn’t actively puking his guts out, and he physically flinches away when Eddie reaches out with the washcloth to help him clean up.

“Just go!” Steve shouts. The sound echoes since he’s still head-first in the toilet bowl, but Eddie can see his face in profile: eyes scrunched shut in misery, sucking in air through his clenched teeth.

It stings but Eddie obeys, even if he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. He slinks back to the kitchen, not wanting to go too far in case Steve suddenly needs him again. There are a few dishes to be done, the remains of his lunch to clean up, just enough to keep him busy. He’s just wiping down the countertop, cleaning up any remaining juice from the peach he scarfed down earlier, when Steve shuffles out of the bathroom.

“Can we, um.” He scrubs a hand over his mouth. “Talk outside?”

“Yeah, of course,” he agrees, drying his hands on a dish towel before following Steve out the door.

In the warm afternoon sun, Steve looks awful. His face is pale and waxy, the hair at his temples damp with sweat, and he’s swallowing hard every so often, like he’s still choking down nausea. When he sits on the front steps, he drops like his strings have been cut.

Eddie sits beside him, moving slowly enough for Steve to stop him if he doesn’t want him that close.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Steve begins, kicking the toe of his sneaker into the dirt.

“I get it. You were feeling shitty and I was making it worse.” He wonders if Steve can hear the unspoken question between the lines: what did I do?

Steve nods, still not looking up from his feet. “I have something to tell you. Something nobody else knows, not even Robin. It’s… I don’t know how to say it, really, but I’m gonna try because I think I owe you an explanation.”

Dread settles in the pit of Eddie’s stomach. If this is something that Robin doesn’t know, it must be seriously bad. Like, forced into an arranged marriage, dying of some crazy disease, apocalypse-level bad. But he can hear Steve take a deep breath, steadying himself before he dives in, so he stays quiet and listens.

“I presented the summer before junior year. My heat was miserable. Like, I know they’re not fun for anyone but it was especially bad because I was alone. My parents were out of town so it was just me, trying to make a nest on my bedroom floor with any blanket I could find.”

Eddie’s heart breaks for him at the scene he pictures– Steve aching, sweating, crying, with nobody to help him through it. He can’t think about it too hard, though, because the implications of Steve having presented Omega, gone through his heat and everything, but being so confidently Alpha now…

As if reading Eddie’s mind, Steve continues. “Of course I couldn’t hide it from my parents once they got home. They could smell it all over me. My mom just cried, probably because she knew how my dad would react.” He pauses, shuts his eyes. “I don’t know how long he screamed at me. All that shit about how his only son couldn’t be an Omega, how this was just another mess of mine that he would have to clean up. Then he locked me in my room for two days.”

“Stevie,” Eddie whispers. He can’t help it, smelling the fear and anger coming off Steve as he relives his trauma. He needs to comfort him. Thankfully, Steve takes his hand when he offers it, squeezing Eddie’s palm with clammy fingers.

“He drove me to Chicago, to some clinic where he knew the chief of designation reassignment. I was there for a month. A whole month of hormone therapy and rehabilitation to ‘fix me,’” he sneers, “turn me into the alpha my parents wanted.”

Now Eddie feels nauseous. “You were just a kid. Studding is… it can’t have been legal for them to do that, not to a minor who couldn’t consent.”

“Like they cared.” He huffs a humorless laugh. “My dad got what he paid for, didn’t he? Never mind that they basically had to torture me for weeks, pumping me full of drugs, suffocating me with my own slick, making me–” He cuts himself off suddenly, clapping his free hand over his mouth like he thinks he might be sick.

“Baby–”

“It was the peach from your lunch,” Steve confesses, voice trembling as he holds on to Eddie for dear life. “When I walked in, it was all I could smell. That's what I– my scent before, it was peaches. It was like being back there.” He sniffs and scrubs at his eyes. “I’m sorry I yelled.”

Frankly, Eddie wants to yell, too, at Steve’s shitbag parents, at everyone at that facility who hurt Steve, but that’s not going to help right now. Instead, he strokes his thumb across the back of Steve’s hand and murmurs, “Thank you for telling me.”

“Are you mad?”

Jesus. Eddie takes a breath. “I’m mad that that happened to you, but I’m not mad at you.”

Steve nods, still not looking at Eddie. “It felt like I was lying to you, you know? You were with me but you didn’t know. And I know you’re probably gonna say something about how it doesn’t matter to you whether I’m an Alpha or an Omega–”

“It does matter,” Eddie insists, “if it matters to you.”

“I don’t know yet. It’s taken me this long to tell someone, let alone figure out how to feel about it.” He shrugs. “I’m not unhappy as an Alpha but… well, who knows how I would’ve felt if I’d stayed an Omega. Maybe I would’ve hated it. But it should’ve been my decision, not theirs.”

Eddie squeezes his hand again. “Yeah, but you still have choices. If you wanted to, like, explore that part of you, try something new, I could help.” He thinks Steve gets his meaning, since a flush starts climbing up his neck. “But nothing has to change unless you want it to.”

With a deep sigh, Steve leans over to rest his head against Eddie’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

He rubs his cheek against the top of Steve’s head. Not his most subtle scent marking move but Steve needs the obvious reassurance right now. It’s gonna take time for him to heal from this, Eddie knows, and he’s gonna be there every step of the way.

#stmmm25 #omegaverse #steddie #steddie fic #steve/eddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #mine #my mantra for this month: you’re writing this for fun and it doesn’t have to be a masterpiece #good concept meh execution perhaps but the idea wouldn’t leave me alone

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koyagifs · 23 hours ago

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𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

pairing: nurse!wooyoung x nurse!reader x nurse!jongho au: non idol | medical | love triangle | unrequited love genre: angst with no comfort word count: 3.3k synopsis: you loved him since you were 16 only to be overshadowed by your sister warning(s): cursing, horrible family dynamics, betrayal, single sided love. you’ll really need tissues for this one.

From a young age, you were always taught to put your sister’s needs first. Got a new toy from grandma? It’s hers now. Developed a crush? Well, that’s her crush too. Accepted into college? Don’t mention it—she didn’t get in, and that’s all that matters. Graduation day? Sorry, she didn’t want to attend. Your milestones, your happiness, always take second place. It’s as if your life has been on hold, constantly adjusting to hers.

Despite everything, you found solace in your small but tight-knit group of friends. Jung Wooyoung and Choi Jongho, two of your closest friends, never put up with your sister’s selfish behavior. They saw you, not as someone to be overshadowed, but as someone worthy of respect and care. With them, you didn’t have to shrink yourself or give in to someone else’s demands. They were a constant reminder that you didn’t have to live in the shadow of someone else’s wants.

The birthday you usually spent alone? Wooyoung and Jongho were right there with you, even though it wasn’t something Jongho typically did. They made it a point to celebrate you, giving you the attention and care you deserved. Graduation day? It wasn’t just another milestone that went unnoticed. Wooyoung and Jongho showed up with flowers, their congratulations overflowing, and even their families rallied around you, making sure you knew how proud they were. With them, you were finally able to feel seen, not just tolerated.

But somehow, despite everything, she managed to sink her claws into the one person you truly loved. The one person you wanted to keep for yourself, the one you wished you could be selfish with, and protect him from her. It was the one thing you’d been guarding, something you wanted to hold onto, but your sister, as always, found a way to make it about her. Now, the one thing you were finally allowing yourself to want might slip away too.

It was just after you and Wooyoung had finished a grueling 24-hour shift, both of you drained, barely able to keep your eyes open. The last thing you expected was to see your sister standing there, her familiar smirk already plastered on her face. But when her gaze landed on Wooyoung, you could practically feel her intentions shift, like a predator honing in on her next target. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it made your stomach turn, because deep down, you knew she wasn’t just there by coincidence.

“Oh, hi Youngie! Yn,” she said, her voice dripping with that false sweetness. Her heels clicked sharply against the ground as she confidently shoved herself between you and Wooyoung, like she owned the space. Her actions weren’t subtle—she was staking her claim, and you could already feel the tension building in your chest. Wooyoung shot you a quick, uncertain glance, clearly caught off guard, but your sister didn’t seem to notice, or care. She was too focused on making her move.

Mina,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper, trying to mask the frustration building inside you.

Mina, with that signature twinkle of mischief in her eyes, smiled at you. “Soo, Mom and Dad are wondering if you’ll come over for dinner tonight. They said Youngie and Jjong can come too. They have some news for you.”

Her words hung in the air, the unspoken tension thick between you all. You knew there was no such thing as a casual family dinner with Mina around. Whatever “news” they had, it likely meant something to her—something that would once again make you feel small in her shadow.

It’s Jongho and Wooyoung to you, Mina,” Jongho grumbled, his arm pulling you protectively to his side. His stance was firm, a clear signal he wasn’t about to let Mina push you around anymore.

Mina rolled her eyes, the sound of her tongue clicking against her teeth echoing in the quiet. “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered dismissively, clearly uninterested in anything that didn’t serve her. But her eyes lingered on Wooyoung, her interest far from fading. She was already plotting her next move.

“I just got off a 24-hour shift, Mina. I—we just want to relax,” you said, your voice tinged with exhaustion as you reached the passenger side door. Jongho, ever the gentleman, opened it for you, a small but welcome gesture of comfort.

Mina didn’t seem phased. She just stood there, arms crossed, looking at you with that same annoying smirk. “Relax, huh? Sounds nice,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. “But dinner’s at 7. You should really come, Yn. It’ll be… fun.”

Wooyoung stood outside, their figure outlined against the dim light, their voice muffled as you and Jongho exchanged glances. The air between you grew thick with confusion and unease. Since when had Wooyoung become so close to Mina? And, more importantly, how did she know the nickname you’d given them? It wasn’t something you’d ever shared with anyone else, let alone with Mina, whose presence had always felt like a shadow looming over your relationships.

Jongho shifted next to you, his brows furrowing in silent questioning, the same confusion reflecting in his eyes. The questions lingered, unanswered, leaving you both feeling unsettled.

“We’re not going to that dinner, right?” Jongho mumbled, his baggy eyes pleading with you, silently begging for an excuse to back out. When Wooyoung finally entered the car, his eyes deliberately avoiding yours, the weight of the situation seemed to settle deeper.

You let out a sigh, feeling the tension in the air. “I’ll be going, but I won’t make you two go,” you whispered, leaning back against the headrest, your voice barely audible.

When the three of you reached the shared apartment, Wooyoung held you back for a moment. Jongho, already tired, muttered something about taking a nap before dinner, but his voice was laced with concern, refusing to let you go alone to face your family and be belittled again. You looked at Wooyoung with tired eyes, your mind hazy from the exhaustion of the day.

Then, his question hit you like a jolt of electricity: “How long have you liked me, Yn?”

Fuck. You were wide awake now. Your eyes widened in shock, and your mouth slightly opened, struggling to form a response. That wasn’t what you’d expected. You hadn’t even thought about this, about him asking you this. How could he, when everything felt so messy?

“I—huh?” You stammered, the words barely leaving your mouth as the urge to throw up grew with every passing second. This wasn’t the conversation you had been ready for, especially not now, not after everything.

Wooyoung pushed his hair back in frustration, a small, annoyed “fuck” escaping his lips as he refused to look at you. His eyes were fixed somewhere else, avoiding the tension that had suddenly filled the space between you two. “How long, Yn?” he asked again, his voice softer this time but still insistent.

The question hung there, suffocating, and you could feel your heart racing, not knowing how to respond.

“ Wha—of course I like you, Youngie—”

“Don’t… don’t call me that.”

You gulped, the words hitting you harder than they should have. It felt like a sharp sting, a cold weight that made your chest tighten.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to steady yourself, but it wasn’t easy. “Did Mina say something, Woo?” you asked, your voice trembling just slightly, unsure if you were just reading too much into things or if there was something else going on beneath the surface.

You noticed how his body tensed at the mention of Mina, and in that moment, you knew. The realization hit you like a wave, and a small, bitter laugh escaped your lips—a laugh of defeat, one that felt hollow in your chest.

Wooyoung looked at you, his eyes full of guilt, and in that gaze, you saw everything you needed to know. The truth was written all over his face, even if he hadn’t said a word.

“I don’t like you, Wooyoung,” you said, your lips trembling, the words feeling more like a confession than a rejection.

A breath of relief escaped his body, his shoulders relaxing for a moment, as if he thought he was out of the storm. But then, your next words hit him like a punch to the gut, the air catching in his throat.

“I love you.”

You sat at the dining table, the sounds of forks scraping against plates filling the tense silence. Then, your mother let out a soft hum, her eyes meeting yours across the table. You knew, without a doubt, that you were done for.

“When are you going to leave Wooyoung alone, Yn?” she asked, her voice casual, but the weight behind the question was unmistakable. It was as if her gaze alone was enough to strip you of any defenses.

Your stomach churned, the familiar feeling of being trapped settling deep in your chest.

Jongho looked at your mother, clearly confused, but when his gaze shifted to Wooyoung, he seemed to finally put two and two together. You could feel his eyes on you, but you couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, you placed your fork down slowly, your appetite lost to the tension that had now taken over the room.

“What do you mean, mother?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, but the question hung in the air like a challenge. You could feel her eyes boring into you, as if waiting for you to crack, but you were determined not to give in.

You heard her scoff, the sound cutting through the quiet, as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing. “We know you’re the reason why Wooyoung won’t propose to your sister. What did we tell you when you were young?”

The words stung more than you were ready for, and you felt your heart sink. The years of manipulation, of always being pushed aside for Mina, rushed back, overwhelming you. Your mother’s voice was cold, cutting, as if you were the one at fault for everything, even something that was clearly beyond your control.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mother… Wooyoung and I aren’t together,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible as the weight of her words crushed you. Tears fell onto your lap, unbidden and uncontrollable, the tightness in your chest threatening to suffocate you.

Your father hissed, his voice sharp and venomous. “What did we say about mumbling? Speak clearly and for fuck’s sake, look at us when we’re talking to you.”

The command hit you like a slap, and your whole body tensed. You felt the shame creep in, but it wasn’t just about the words—there was a deeper humiliation in the way they spoke to you.

Mina’s smirk grew wider, her face gleaming with satisfaction as Wooyoung and Jongho’s jaws dropped at the blatant disrespect towards you. Jongho, unable to contain his frustration, slammed his fist on the table, the force of it echoing through the room. “That’s enough. You don’t get to speak to her like that.”

Wooyoung sunk into his seat, his gaze glued to his plate, his discomfort palpable. It was clear he wasn’t going to fight back, his silence cutting deeper than any words.

Your parents turned their fury onto Jongho, their eyes burning with contempt. “The only reason you’re even invited is because Mina wanted you to be here. So keep quiet.”

The cold dismissal in their voices made the room feel suffocating. You felt like you were being suffocated by their cruelty, with Jongho caught in the crossfire, trying to protect you in his own way.

Jongho looked at Wooyoung in confusion before he stood up, his eyes flicking between you and Wooyoung as if trying to piece it all together. Without a word, he pulled you from your seat, but your eyes didn’t leave Wooyoung.

“You—you lied to me,” you huffed out, the words burning your throat. “Is that why you asked how long I liked you?”

Wooyoung didn’t answer, his silence only deepening the ache in your chest.

“Oh please, it’s been so obvious,” Mina mumbled, her tone dripping with condescension. “We thought you’d get over it.”

Her words hit like a slap, a reminder of just how little they all seemed to care about your feelings. You had never been more suffocated by the weight of their indifference.

Tears flowed down your face, each one a painful reminder of the betrayal and confusion you felt. “Do I mean nothing to you? To any of you?” you cried out, the sob that escaped your body shaking you to your core.

Wooyoung looked away, unable—or unwilling—to meet your gaze. Your parents, unmoved, stayed seated, their faces unreadable as they watched your pain unfold.

“Mina, sweetheart,” your mother cooed, her tone sweet but cold. “Why don’t you and Wooyoung head upstairs?”

The dismissal in her voice was clear, the cruelty in her actions suffocating. You were nothing but an afterthought, easily swept aside as they continued to play their manipulative games.

When Wooyoung got up, you rushed towards him, your heart pounding in your chest, desperate to reach him, desperate for some sort of answer. He flinched as you got closer, and when his eyes finally met yours, the brokenness in them mirrored your own.

Jongho was right behind you, his voice steady but filled with frustration. “Did those promises mean anything to you?” he asked, the words cutting through the tension in the room.

Before Wooyoung could respond, Mina shoved you off of him, her grip strong and possessive. “Youngie, come,” she ordered, her voice dripping with entitlement.

You staggered back, your chest tightening as the betrayal settled deeper into your bones. “I gave you that nickname! I was there for you when you first didn’t get accepted. I—I was there for you, Woo… we kissed, Woo…” The words spilled out in a rush, each one more desperate than the last, as if by saying them, you could somehow make sense of everything that had just shattered.

Wooyoung pushed your arm off him, his words cold and sharp. “I only kissed you because I felt bad for you… nothing else, Yn.”

The sting of those words hit you like a punch to the gut, your heart shattering with each syllable. Without thinking, you pushed him, the anger and hurt surging through you.

“How could you, Jung Wooyoung!?” you cried, the tears flowing freely now. “The times I cried to you about my family—did you just laugh about it behind my back then? Like everyone else?”

Your voice cracked, the betrayal too much to bear. Every moment of vulnerability you’d shared with him, every piece of yourself you’d trusted him with, felt like it had been thrown back in your face. And the silence from Wooyoung—his lack of response—was more than you could handle.

Jongho pulled you into his chest, your sobs now muffled as you clung to him, feeling the weight of everything crashing down. Wooyoung walked over to Mina, his posture stiff and distant, his silence only adding to the heaviness of the moment.

“Well, we’ll send movers to your place then, hm?” Your mother’s voice cut through the air, her tone detached and almost dismissive.

Jongho’s grip tightened on you, his anger rising to the surface as he hissed, “Fuck that—it’s my place. Wooyoung can fucking pack his shit and leave.”

The venom in his words hung in the air, the fury in his voice a stark contrast to the emptiness that had taken root in your chest. Wooyoung, however, didn’t respond, his eyes avoiding both you and Jongho as if he were already mentally preparing to walk away from everything.

“Very well then,” your mother hummed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But you’ll transfer hospitals, yes?”

Mina walked past you, her smile wide and full of triumph, as though she had already won. You could feel the weight of her smugness pressing down on you.

As she brushed by, she leaned in close, her words a quiet whisper, but sharp enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I’ll always win. Jongho is next,” she murmured, her voice laced with malice.

The words hung in the air, a reminder of how she had manipulated everything around her, always getting what she wanted, no matter the cost. You felt a knot form in your stomach, the fear of what she might do next settling deep inside you.

Without thinking, you punched your sister.

A sickening crack echoed through the air, followed by a sharp gasp before the room exploded into chaos. Screams filled the space, but all you could do was stare at Mina, who was now clutching her bloody nose, tears streaming down her face.

Wooyoung’s eyes were wide with shock, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t process what had just happened. Your mother shoved you back harshly, her hands trembling as she turned her attention to Mina, trying to calm her down.

“How dare you!?” your mother shrieked, her voice shaking with rage. “Look what you’ve done!”

Mina sobbed, her hands still covering her nose as blood dripped onto her perfectly pressed blouse. But even through the pain, even through the tears, she still managed to send you a glare filled with pure hatred.

Jongho stepped in front of you before anyone could get closer, his body tense, shielding you as he spat, “She deserved that.”

You grabbed Jongho’s hand, your grip on him tight as you glared at Mina, your whole body shaking—not from fear, but from rage.

“If you come near Jongho or me,” you seethed, your voice dangerously low, “I’ll do it again.”

Mina whimpered, her hands still clutching her bloody nose, but the look in her eyes wasn’t just pain—it was shock. Maybe, for the first time in her life, she realized you weren’t going to let her walk all over you anymore.

Your mother turned on you, fury written all over her face. “Yn—”

“No,” you cut her off, standing your ground. “I’m done. With all of you.”

Jongho’s grip on your hand tightened, a silent show of support. Wooyoung still hadn’t moved, his face unreadable, but you didn’t care anymore. You were done being the one left behind. Done being the one who always had to sacrifice.

And if Mina wanted to play dirty, well—so could you.

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harrysmileycostume · 2 days ago

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"Here, right here," you instructed your Uber driver a little rudely for your taste. You mentally sighed. You needed to tip a little more generous than usual, and fix your attitude before going in to meet Harry.

The car pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant and stopped. "Thank you!" you said nicely, opening the car door. "I'll leave a good review," you called, hastily walking into the place while doing just that and tipping $20.

You were late, and Harry wasn't going to be pleased with you.

You'd had a subpar day, to say the least. You accidentally woke up late for your first class and rushed to lecture only to be handed back a failing essay. You were confused and upset at your mark, but you had another class right after, so you planned to attend office hours later in the week to inquire about it. You tried to brush off the bad morning and focus on your other classes, but you couldn't manage it. You were hungry because you didn't eat breakfast, tired from a rigorous schedule, and nervous about your bad grade. It wasn't like you to fail anything, period. You were a good student.

That was one of the things that attracted Harry to you.

He wasn't going to be happy if he found out.

He also wasn't going to be happy with your tardiness.

You'd been outlining lecture notes for an exam later in the week when you realized you needed to order your Uber right away to make it on time to the restaurant. Unfortunately, with dinner being set at 7pm in the heart of the city, there weren't a lot of cars available, and Harry hated for you to take a taxi, especially with his money. He wouldn't tell you why, only that he'd had a negative experience once, and you weren't to use them.

You waited longer than usual for your Uber, and then there was traffic, and now you were late for dinner. You texted him that you might be late, and he hadn't replied.

You were nervous to see him, and you didn't like that. Usually, you looked forward to time spent with Harry. He was a little older than you and a successful businessman, so he was a nice escape from your college peers obsessed with grades and internships and law school admissions. He also could be terribly romantic, although he'd never want you to admit that.

And what girl didn't like shopping and sex?

You strode into the restaurant, immediately spying him sitting alone. It made you a little sad to see him all by himself, waiting for you. You didn't know it for a fact, but you always imagined Harry a little lonely in his private life.

The receptionist tried to stop you from going past the lobby, and it was then that Harry looked at you, having drawn attention to yourself. "I'm meeting Mr. Styles," you explained, annoyed that you always got stopped at these places. You were wearing a thousand-dollar dress that he purchased. Why shouldn't you belong in this restaurant?

You gestured over to Harry and the receptionist looked over at him. Harry gave him a singular nod and then stared coldly at you. You quickly walked over to his table and stood behind your chair like he liked you to. "Hi, Harry," you said, smiling uneasily.

"What?" he asked, annoyed.

You blinked, positive that he'd heard you. "Hi, Harry," you repeated.

"You can address me properly, please," he said, unsmiling.

Your face fell, shocked. Harry sometimes liked to be dirty in public, but never at dinner before he took you home. You were actually excited to sit and talk with him today, to relax and enjoy yourself for a moment in your bad day.

You supposed he had other plans. And you needed the money.

"Hi, Daddy," you corrected yourself, plastering a smile on your face.

"Sit." You couldn't help but erase your fake expression at that, pulling out the chair and sitting down.

"You're late," he said unhappily.

"I know, I'm sorry. I texted y--"

"I make reservations for these dinners, Y/N. A text doesn't fix my reputation at a place I like to come to," he said.

Just then, a waiter approached your table. You glanced down at your menu, looking for the drinks they offered here speedily, not wanting to delay Harry any longer than you already had.

"She's here. I'd like the filet dinner, and I want the potatoes that come with it to be extra crispy," Harry said before the waiter could greet you. He held out the menu for him to take and glanced over at you expectantly.

The waiter held out his hand for your menu and you reddened. "Um, I'd like a water," you said slowly, "and do you have Caesar salad?" you asked.

You didn't want Caesar salad. That actually sounded awful. You liked dining out with Harry and eating actually filling and delicious food, so different from the dining hall and the snacks you kept in your dorm.

As a matter of fact, you probably wanted the same steak Harry was having, but you had no idea what it actually was on the menu, and this was your safest bet to order. Everywhere had Caesar salad, right? You were starving, but it probably came with chicken and bread at a place as fancy as this, and maybe some soup. And after your day, you weren't in the mood to look through the menu and sweat as Harry and the waiter stared you down.

"No, we don't," the waiter replied.

Shit.

"Okay, well, um--"

"We have a garden salad that can be served with Caesar dressing," the waiter suggested.

A garden salad would certainly not have any protein on it.

Fuck this day.

"That sounds great, actually. Thank you so much," you said, handing over your menu.

"All right. I'll be back over with your water, miss," the waiter said, walking away.

"You didn't want wine?" Harry asked you.

You shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't really get the chance to look," you said without thinking, hoping he didn't perceive it as rude.

"Well, I waited half an hour here for you like an idiot, so I wanted to order," he told you, and you frowned. "Tell me, are you usually so late for appointments at school?" he asked, and that struck a nerve with you from earlier today. Your professor was less likely to adjust your grade after you came in late this morning.

"No, Daddy, I--"

"Order a glass of red when he comes back. I imagine it'll assist you later tonight," he said with no attempt to lower his voice, and your face reddened some more at the thought of him punishing you, and that the people surrounding your table were listening in. He already was making you call him Daddy, was that comment really necessary?

"Yes--"

"And order it properly, please. I don't want to hear 'Well, um--' when I'm sponsoring you through school on track to become a lawyer, Y/N. It's not very becoming of an attorney to talk so childishly. I certainly wouldn't take you very seriously in my office, and in such a slutty outfit as well. I work with attorneys everyday; I've told you that," he said sternly. "Y/N?" he asked, waiting for your reply.

You hadn't realized he was done speaking. "Yes, Daddy," you replied.

The waiter returned with your water and you spoke up. "Excuse me," you said.

"Yes, miss?" he asked.

"May I please have a glass of red wine?" you asked.

"Your finest Merlot," Harry corrected. "She'd like a whole bottle, actually. Bring a glass for me as well, please. Thank you."

"Of course, sir. I'll be back with that," he said, turning and walking away.

"Thank you," you said politely, the waiter not addressing you in return. You took a sip of water.

"Are you going to ask me how my week is?" Harry asked, and you were beginning to break down.

"I was only taking a--"

"Are you talking back to me? I really don't appreciate your attitude today, Y/N. You're rude, sloppy, late. I'm honestly upset with you," he told you. His face hadn't made a figment of a smile since you saw him. He was now actually frowning at you.

"O-Okay--"

"Well? Are you going to ask?" he snapped.

You took a deep breath. "I will, Daddy, and I'd love to hear about your week. May I please be excused to the restroom first, though?" you asked.

"Go," he said. "Go, and come back much nicer," he commanded.

You nodded. "Yes, Daddy, I will. Thank you." You stood from your chair and paced to the bathroom, feeling tears bubble in your eyes. You couldn't cry yet, not here where he could see you and become more disappointed and undoubtedly reprehend you some more.

You pushed open the door to the bathroom, grabbed a couple of paper towels, and shut yourself in a stall. You cried. You cried on behalf of your grade, Harry, and a million other things. You didn't know why, but your roommate kept resurfacing in your mind as well.

Your roommate Gina was having trouble. Her dad had passed away late last year, and along with that, she was worried she wouldn't be able to return to school this semester because of her dad's funeral expenses and her family's loss of income. She'd applied for loans and been denied. Thankfully, over the summer, it appeared that she would actually have the funds to attend school, and she was in classes with you currently. However, now her grandmother was undergoing chemotherapy. Her mother was using money set aside for tuition to help her grandmother, and the school was now constantly emailing and calling Gina, asking her for her payments.

When you finally pried all of this out from your proud roommate, you confidently promised her that you could take care of her tuition with your monthly allowance from Harry. Sure, it'd use most of it up, but you didn't mind. You didn't need new shoes; Gina needed to continue her education. You were happy to help her, especially in a time of such distress.

Even though you were able to help, you still caught yourself feeling horrible about the situation. This was actually why you wanted to become a lawyer, to hopefully help people like Gina. The country was just set up so unfairly, and you hated it. You especially hated watching your grieving roommate stress about things out of her control.

You calmed down after a minute, drying your tears and taking deep breaths. You wished that Harry wasn't so mean today, but he was paying you to do exactly what he wanted. You ought to go out there and act however he liked you to, and you knew he would not like to see you crying out in public. He was always reminding you what it took to be a lawyer, and that was stone-cold professionalism. There was no time for crying.

You exited the stall and ensured that you looked normal in the mirror, splashing cold water on your face and readjusting your dress. It had also upset you that Harry'd called your dress slutty. You wore things like this all the time when you went out with him--it had spaghetti straps, but it was generally respectable. He'd even purchased you it on a shopping trip last weekend. You knew that you were technically Harry's sugar baby, but you resented the thought that he really thought of you as some slut he was putting through school.

It reminded you that you weren't going to establish any more of a relationship with him.

Never mind that. It was time to go out there and earn Gina's tuition. You'd told her she could count on you, and weekly dates were certainly something Harry expected of you.

You left the bathroom and sat back down with Harry, finding that your salad and wine were at the table. Harry hadn't touched his steak.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Daddy," you said, rejoining him. "I didn't realize the food was almost ready."

He didn't reply, cutting into his steak.

"Daddy, how was your week?" you asked then.

"Much better," he remarked, looking up at you with that proud glint in his eye. "That's my favorite girl."

You couldn't help but smile as you cut your salad. You definitely sought Harry's approval. You'd grown to trust him over the past year, and it made you happy to think that he thought you'd be successful.

"It was all right, babe. Busy. I'm a little uptight, you probably have noticed," he said.

You didn't know how to reply to that.

"And you?" he asked.

"I'm... I'm okay. My workload is really starting to escalate in my classes," you told him.

"Oh, I know. They're simply preparing you, baby. Law school isn't easy," he said.

"I know, Daddy. I'm working really hard," you said, your bad grade flaring in your mind as you dressed your salad.

"That's what I like to hear, love-y. You're going to be very well-prepared, from such a good school," he said. "Schools here in New York are very high-regarded. And you know that I can call anywhere and speak with admissions," he told you.

You rolled your eyes a little. "I plan on getting admitted to law school on my own merit, Daddy."

"I know, pumpkin, and you will. Just... If a problem comes up, or you don't think they've been fair to you, I could work something out. Write a reference for you, something. You work very hard, baby. I want you to go exactly where you want for school," he said. "You shouldn't have to settle."

You took a bite of your salad. "Not planning on it."

He smiled largely at you, his eyes crinkling and his dimple showing. "That's a good girl. That's my Y/N. Much, much better," he praised you.

You smiled back at him, feeling better, too. "Thank you, Daddy. Means a lot, coming from you," you said.

Your waiter came back with a plate of chocolate cake and set it on the table. "Let me know if you'd like anything else. I'll have your check momentarily."

You looked over at Harry, confused.

He shrugged. "I know garden salad probably isn't what you really wanted," he amended. "I'm sorry I was in such a sour mood when you arrived. Just... I've had a hard week at the office, and I didn't sleep well last night," he said.

"Me neither. I think the stress has caught up with us both, Harry," you replied. "Daddy. Sorry--" you began correcting yourself.

"No, Y/N, Harry's fine," he interrupted you. "I'm sorry," he added, and the gravity of those words on their own, coming from Harry Styles, New York executive, made you pause a second.

"Here, have some of my steak." He moved pieces from his plate to yours as you sat in silence a second.

"You're fine, Harry. Thank you," you said, glancing down at your cake.

"Don't thank me yet, babe. You don't know what awaits you at home," he told you.

You smiled back at him, though you weren't sure you were excited. - Harry's car took you back to his penthouse on the Upper East Side. You always liked looking out the window on the way to his place, but tonight, Harry insisted you sit in the middle seat, closer to him. It was a reminder that he was angry after such a hard week, and wanted to keep you close as a precursor to tonight's lashing out.

You usually liked Harry's punishments. He'd spank you, deny you, insult you for awhile before fucking you mercilessly into his mattress, up against his wall, over his desk. It was hot.

Tonight, you were nervous, though. You'd had a rough day, and you almost broke down when he was stern with you in the restaurant. He'd apologized, which was admittedly rare, and you had a nice meal afterwards, enjoying your cake and nodding along to his stories from the office. But you felt in your mind that you still weren't elated for tonight.

It didn't matter, though, you told yourself. Harry paid you an allowance that you especially relied on this month. He could have you any way he liked you.

His hand massaged your thigh rigorously. You knew he was planning on spanking them painfully later.

You kept quiet the whole drive, not speaking unless spoken to. When you first met Harry, you were perplexed by all the time he spent in silence. You wondered if it was a signal that he was angry with you or didn't enjoy spending time with you. As you got to know him more, you understood. He wasn't interested in speaking unless there was truly something to be said. You grew to like it about him; it was a quality that had taught you a lot while you were in lectures full of opinionated political science students.

This wasn't pensive silence, though. It was anger mulling; anger from a sleepless, hard-working, cunning Wall Street executive. You could see it in his eyes when you were brave enough to glance for a millisecond. He was going to want to see you suffer and beg.

The car pulled up to a stop at the curb of his apartment building, a swanky, sky-high, glass mirrors sort of place. He got out and held the door for you. "Goodnight, James," he called into the car before shutting the door and waiting as the car drove away.

"Christ, do you ever get the feeling that sometimes he deliberately takes the route with the most traffic?" he asked you, and you didn't reply, not knowing anything about one way being better than another. "Come on," he beckoned you, walking into his building.

You got into the elevator and he sighed heavily when you were stopped several times by other people getting on.

He was angry, and it made you sad. It made you sad because this usually thrilled you, the mystery of not knowing what was in store for you upstairs. Right now, you were anxious you weren't going to be able to handle it.

The doors opened to his floor and you waited for him to exit the elevator first. "Go," he told you, and you stepped off, him behind you. "Go on. You know the way," he instructed bossily.

You walked to his door and waited for him to open it. You turned after a minute to find he was several paces behind you, still making his way over. "I like to watch you," he said lowly once he was close enough. "Have we ever discussed getting you your own key?" he asked.

"No," you told him.

"What?" he asked you.

You chastised yourself, so forgetful. He'd told you last time that you should address him by Daddy in his penthouse always. "No, Daddy, we haven't."

He opened the door. "Perhaps we should consider it. I wouldn't mind having you around more often, and you could come up and study from my desk, order lunch for yourself. I like the idea of you having somewhere safe and quiet to come and do your work. Your dorm and the library probably get tiring." He stepped inside and you followed him. You were almost flattered by his suggestion until he tacked on, "And I'd get to see you naked more often, fuck you over my lunch break."

"It would be nice, Daddy," you agreed standardly as you entered his penthouse.

He stared back at you, taking off his suit jacket. He draped it over one of his living room chairs and raised his eyebrows at you. "You've been very naughty, and you know it, Y/N. Head upstairs."

You resisted the urge to sigh and made your way up his steps, him one step behind you the whole way. He grabbed at your ass a few times between the sounds of him taking off his belt. He was going to make you hurt, and you knew it.

You entered his bedroom and your heart sunk in your chest. It was then you knew: you didn't want to do this tonight.

He shut the door behind you and you shut your eyes.

"I want you to tell me exactly what you've done wrong," he directed you, "because you know what it is, and I won't tolerate it."

You took a deep breath. You had to start before you finished. "I was late--"

"Face me."

You turned around, gulping.

"So foolish. What good would your admission be if I couldn't see the guilty look on your face?" he asked you. "Y/N, you're brighter than that."

You hated when he called you Y/N in here, and he knew it. Apparently, you didn't deserve the title of baby or little girl or princess right now.

"Begin again. I'm waiting," he said, and you took another deep breath.

"I was foolish when I did not turn around to give my apology," you started. "I was late to dinner, and I kept you waiting. I wore a dress you did not like, one that you said was slutty and not becoming of a lawyer. I spoke... I spoke impolitely to you several times at dinner. I contradicted you, and you're always right, Daddy. I was wrong. I also made a fool out of myself when I ordered my meal and my wine. You always say that I should speak like a lawyer all the time, and I didn't, and I'm sorry, Daddy. I also forgot to ask you how your week was, which was rude," you listed.

"What else did I call you?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I was rude, and sloppy, and late," you listed, your voice breaking a moment. "I've been bad."

"That's right, Y/N. You remember well. Now, I want your thoughts on this. What do you think your punishment should be?" he asked you, smacking his belt against his hand much more gently than he ever used it with you.

You looked at the belt and back at him a moment. "Five spanks," you said without really thinking, although it was a low number for you both. When you thought about it, that is really the punishment you wish you'd receive.

"Five?" he asked you, incredulous. "You listed all of those things, and you think they amount to five spanks?" he asked.

"I--" you began, not knowing what you were going to say.

"You're right, Y/N, you are foolish. I'm not going to waste time recounting all the things you just listed, but I will tell you that you have been insubordinate, stupid, and lazy. You disrespected me and ruined my reputation at a restaurant that I like to frequent. I expect much more from you. You behaved like a child, and I... I am not going to stand for it any longer. Undress. Undress right now. For saying that you deserve five spanks, I'm going to employ thirty. Thirty spanks for Y/N for being bad," he said.

Thirty spanks. You'd never received so many, usually twenty being your maximum.

Your face flushed as you began to remove your dress.

"Look at you, you're pathetic. You walk into the restaurant looking like any whore off the street. It was no wonder the receptionist thought to stop you from entering the dining room." You lifted the dress from your shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor, willing the tears back into your eyes as you pulled down your panties and dropped them next to your dress.

"You're very bad, do you hear me? You're--Look at me when I speak to you!" he yelled.

You gasped, having been looking over at the door behind him absentmindedly. "Sorry, Daddy--"

"No! No more sorry. You're going to hurt now, and realize what you've done. Thirty-five spanks for a naughty Y/N, are you proud now?" he asked you. What he did next shocked you. He reached forward and smacked you across the face--not too hard, but it stung. He'd never done that before.

You stared back at him in shock.

"Answer me," he bellowed.

"No, Daddy, I'm not," you replied.

"Bend over onto the bed. Forty spanks for you, you whore. Can't even respond when I ask you a question, you useless slut."

You turned around and did as told, allowing the tears to escape your eyes and flow down your face then. Useless slut. That's what he thought of you.

Without warning, he lashed the belt on you and it stung familiarly, but not well. You allowed yourself to sob into his comforter.

"Count," he instructed you. "Count, you stupid, bad little girl! You know I like you to count. And now you've made it fifty! Fifty spanks for Y/N, or more if she doesn't fucking count right this second!"

"One," you cried aloud. You tensed, waiting for the next spank to hit you, but it didn't.

"Y/N? Y/N, baby?" he asked gently then.

You stayed still, untrusting.

He leaned over to get a better look at you and saw that you were bleeding your makeup onto his white bedspread. "Baby, are you all right?" he asked softly, his hand coming to caress your back. You flinched at first, but then relaxed, realizing his movement wasn't to spank you.

"May I sit up?" you whimpered. "Daddy! Daddy, may I--" you corrected yourself miserably.

"Yes. Yes, you may," he said, and you flipped over and sat properly on the bed, crying into your hands.

"Just... Just give me a minute. One minute, and we can start over, I promise. I don't mean to ruin it," you cried, sniffling in an effort to suppress your tears already.

He frowned. "No," he said, and you began to sob again, thinking he was going to flip you over and strike you. "No, Y/N. No, baby, why are you crying?" he asked you, his expression containing heaps more sympathy than it had all night.

You blubbered. "I... I failed my paper," you bawled, the first of your many grievances against life today. "I failed, Harry! And you're going to be upset with me. I failed, and I don't know why. I worked hard on it and I talked to my TA about it, and I got it back today, and it was all marked up with red pen and a big F on the front! And I'm bad! I'm a bad, lazy, stupid girl!" you cried.

His face fell. "Oh, baby," he whined, pouting. "There, there. It's one lousy paper, babe. It's no reason to be so upset," he said.

"Yes it is, Daddy, when any law school worth studying at practically requires a perfect average!" you wiped your tears. "And I'm not meant to fail. I... I studied it. I spent a week on it, apparently not realizing that it was all wrong. I'm useless," you cried out, frustrated with yourself. You wiped your tears again. "But it doesn't matter, you don't want to hear it. And I need the money this month. I'm fine. Let's just... Fifty spanks for a naughty Y/N, let's do them," you said, beginning to flip over.

He stopped you, pushing your shoulder. "No," he told you, shaking his head. "No, what was that you said? You said you need the money?" he asked you. "What's that about? What are you saying?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't want to bother you with it," you said. "Let's just do it, come on. I know I kept you waiting at the restaurant like a fuck up, and now I'm wasting more of your time. Let's get on with it."

"No, Y/N," he said stricter. "No. Tell me what you need the money for. Is it not enough? Do you need more? You're meant to spend that money on things you want, babe."

You frowned. "I know, and I'm sorry, but--"

"No; don't apologize, tell me. What do you need the money for, Y/N?" he asked you plainly.

You sighed. "It's my roommate. She... Her dad passed away last year, and she needs the money to stay in school. It's a shit situation. Her grandma has cancer, and--" you cut yourself off, letting out a sob. "It's just... She's so sad and worried all the time, and I told her I'd pay for it, and let's just do it. I've already fucked up the whole date. You at least deserve the sex. Hit me, tell me I'm bad," you said.

He frowned at you, pausing. "Your roommate. That's Gina, right?" he asked.

You nodded, a little surprised he remembered, but not really. You did talk about her.

"She's your really good friend. You girls go and see movies together," he recalled.

You laughed through your tears, nodding. "Yes, since freshman year because we were too scared to go party on the weekends."

"That's right, I remember that," he said softly. "All right, Y/N. I think you need a shower and a proper dinner. I'm going to order a pizza, and I want you to take a long shower, and by then the pizza will be here, and we're going to talk. Only... Only it's not a bad talk; don't be worried. I'm not gonna hit you," he said, frowning some more.

You blinked, terrified. Was he going to let you go for your behavior? "No, Daddy, you don't understand," you told him. "Please. Please, I can be better. I was only late because I was studying and forgot to order a car, and then it took forever and there was traffic, and I know you tell me never to take a taxi, so I didn't, but--"

"Y/N, you listened to me when I said that?" he asked you.

You frowned, confused. "Yes. You told me not to take a taxi with your money, and I haven't. Why?" you asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing. It's only to keep you safe, but I can't believe you listened. Why wouldn't you tell me that's why you were late?" he asked.

"Because you always tell me you don't want to hear excuses. Excuses don't matter in the courtroom, only alibis. That's what you say," you told him.

He smiled softly at you, leaning forward and caressing your cheek. "Right, dear. That's what Daddy says. Run along and take your shower. It's nothing bad. You just aren't ready to do this tonight," he said.

"Daddy, if you fire me, I'll have no way to pay for Gina's school. It's not fair to her. I promised," you stated. "Please. I can be better," you repeated, begging. "I'll never be late again, I won't talk back--"

"Y/N, I'm not firing you. Please go and get in the shower and relax. I'm not coming in, either. Just spend a moment alone right now. Get clean," he instructed.

You got up off the bed then and stared back at him. "Yes, Daddy."

That's when he did something that shocked you to your core. He stood up as well, and leaned forward and kissed you on the mouth.

You and Harry had never, ever kissed before. You'd had sex probably more than a hundred times. You sucked him off a lot, and he liked to finger you sometimes, and lick you down on very special occasions. The last time he did it was after your honors ceremony last semester. He'd sat in the back, far away from your parents. He watched as you received your award for having one of the best averages in your class, clapping for you with a proud smile on his face. He didn't approach you the whole event. Only afterwards did he text you, "Come over, baby. You smart sexy thing. I'm so proud of you. My very favorite girl."

You remembered the day you realized you'd never kissed him, and it made you dejected. Your friends always said how lucky you were to have Harry, a handsome sugar daddy to pay for everything for you, but it also meant you had absolutely no time for a boyfriend. Ever since you'd first met Harry, you hadn't been kissed, which was now over a year.

Your friends were right that you were lucky; you agreed. You loved spending time with Harry, and he made you feel like no one else could. But sometimes, and you hated to admit it because it was so humiliating, you laid next to him while he was sleeping, staring at his lips, remembering what it was like to be kissed, imagining what it would be like to feel one of his.

You cleared your throat, nodding. "Okay. Okay, I'll shower," you told him.

You spent a moment staring at each other, and you realized he wasn't going to say anything. Maybe it was a fluke.

You turned away from him and walked over to his master bathroom.

"Y/N," he said, and you turned around. Your name didn't sound like a punishment at all right now.

"Yes?" you responded, eerily aware of your nakedness.

"What do you like on your pizza?" he asked you.

You smiled. "I like pepperoni, but cheese is fine, too. Whatever you like, I can just pick it off. I don't mind. Thank you, Harry."

"Of course, Y/N. Run along," he instructed you, which was one of his favorite things to tell you, and you knew it. "Pizza'll be here when you're done."

You grinned, entering the bathroom then and turning on the shower. - After your long shower, the pizza had arrived, as Harry predicted. It was amazing what money could achieve. Pizza took nearly an hour to be delivered to your dorm.

You stood wrapped in your towel. "I didn't bring a change of clothes, I'm foolish," you told him.

"No, you're not," he said, shaking his head and opening his dresser drawers. He pulled out a set of sweats you'd never even seen him wear to bed. He was always dressed very sharply, donning matching silk sets to sleep.

"Thanks," you told him, dropping your towel and keenly aware of his eyes staring at you as you first took the pants from his hands and stepped into them, and then the sweatshirt, pulling it over your head.

You tugged the sleeves of the sweatshirt past your wrists to hold them as you liked to. "So. You said we should talk?" you asked him.

He opened the pizza box for you wordlessly, and you understood that he meant for you to take a slice, so you did. "Sit on the bed," he directed you.

You did as you were told, taking a bite of your pepperoni pizza. He smiled at that, but then his face grew more serious. "You say you're helping Gina pay her tuition. How much is that, exactly?" he asked you.

"She gets about the same financial aid as me, so it's like three grand a month," you told him. "You pay mine," you reminded him, and he nodded.

"That's right," he told you. "It's thirty four hundred dollars a month. I allow you four thousand dollars spending a month, which I expect you to spend on dresses and shoes and whatever your little heart desires."

You nodded, frowning. "I know, Harry, but she needed help, and--"

"--So that's hardly enough for you to do that when you're also so generously helping her. Therefore, I have decided that I will now allow you ten thousand dollars a month."

You blinked. "What?"

He nodded. "You heard me. I'm raising your allowance so you have plenty of room to support your friend. I imagine if she doesn't have money for tuition, that maybe sometimes she might need money for groceries or anything else," he said. "Does that sound like a reasonable number for you to buy yourself what you want and help her and whatever other little woodland creatures elect to follow you around?" he asked you.

You were nibbling on your crust now, smiling a bit at his princess reference. "It's more than reasonable, Harry. I'll have more than what I had before after I pay for her tuition," you said. "She's got a part-time job. It's not much, but she manages her personal expenses."

"Well, tell her that she can quit. Or buy yourself more things because it's also meant as a raise," he said.

"Thank--"

"Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?" he asked you, and you smiled. "You're a stellar student. You are the director of philanthropy for your sorority, which is just about the most adorable thing I've ever heard. You sing in your school's choir, and you also spend time feeding the homeless and reading to children and all sorts of random little causes you dedicate yourself to. You've taken on helping your roommate. On top of all of that, you still manage to be a very good girl for me, and I know I demand a lot of you, which is why I have given you a raise," he said. "And you will not only be a lawyer, Y/N, you're going to be a very successful one. Do you hear me?" he asked you.

You nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

"All right. Here," he said, holding out the pizza box again.

You opened the box and took another slice.

"Now for the matter of your bad grade," he said, and you tensed. He set the pizza box back down beside him on a side table. "Did you look it over? What do you make of it?" he asked you.

You sighed. "I didn't look it over yet. It just... I was so upset over it, and I have an exam to study for. I didn't want to waste time being upset, so I just thought I'd look at it tomorrow and make an appointment with my professor to have him look it over with me," you said.

"Do you think you will end up bargaining with him to change your grade?" he asked.

You frowned, dreading the idea. "Maybe. I don't know. I just... I know what the prompt was, and I know what I wrote about. I don't know for sure, but I really thought it was A work when I turned it in, Daddy."

He nodded.

"And another thing, this is the first big assignment all semester. I really didn't get a chance to learn how he grades writing. The rest of our grade is made up of quizzes right now," you told him.

"Have you done well on those?"

"Almost perfect," you said.

He smiled at you. "Right. That's my girl. Well, in the event that the professor does not adjust your grade, let me know immediately so I can handle it. I imagine the paper deserves at least a B, and I'm not afraid to make a phone call," he said. "I'll read it over for you if you'd prefer, and I'll call and tell him how it should be graded. And if he argues, I'll contact the head of his department and the dean. I donate too much to that school for some idiot professor who doesn't know what he's doing to tell my gorgeous special Y/N that she's failed. I'm sure your work is exceptional as usual, and he's only doing it to be more of a prick than he already is."

You shook your head, smiling. "What if I read over the paper and find it to be inadequate?"

"Impossible. Even if it's not your best work, you should still demand a better grade. I find it highly unlikely that you've done excellent on all your assessments thus far, but you earnestly failed your first paper mere weeks before finals. He might be trying to skew the average of his class, and he's botched the wrong little girl's grade, I can tell you that much right now," he told you. "Does that sound probable to you?"

You hadn't considered that. "Yes, Daddy." You finished your second slice of pizza and looked up at him patiently.

"Would you like another?" he asked you. "I like watching you eat."

You nodded, eyes widening as he handed you the box again. "This is really good pizza, Daddy. Where did you order from?" you asked, grabbing another slice.

"The restaurant across the street from where I'm taking you to see a Broadway show this weekend," he answered you. "Can you guess which one?"

You gasped excitedly. It wasn't uncommon for Harry to take you to see shows ever since he realized you liked them. Still, this was a very welcome surprise.

"I don't want to guess incorrectly..." you trailed, pursing your lips.

"Well, which is the one you told me you'd really like to see?" he asked.

"Is it... Is it The Music Man with Hugh Jackman?" you asked hopefully, knowing you'd mentioned it to him casually last week.

"That's right. We've got seats in the center orchestra for Saturday's matinee," he informed you. "I can point out the pizza joint to you when we arrive," he added.

"Oh, I'm so excited, Daddy. Thank you so, so much. I really wanted to see it, and I know you probably went through a lot of trouble to find the tickets. Thank you a million times over, I mean it," you said.

"Of course. Of course I got them for you, baby. I know you like to see the shows," he told you. "And I know you're a very busy girl, but I was wondering if you'd also be interested in going to lunch and shopping beforehand," he said. "We've both been busy lately, no?"

"We went shopping last weekend," you reminded him, a glint in your eye at the mention of the activity.

"Yes, I remember. I only realize now that you were unable to buy yourself nice things for a while because you were helping your friend, and that's not fair. I suppose we could go on Saturday to make up for some of it. How does that sound?" he asked you. "I know you liked some of those dresses that you passed on before."

The dresses he was mentioning were very similar in design to the one you wore tonight. You decided only to buy this one because you'd liked it best.

You shook your head. "You didn't like them, though."

"No?" he asked you, confused. "The ones with the little straps? Very cute, Y/N. You look so pretty with the neckline like that. I really rather did like them."

You frowned. "Daddy," you said slowly, "I wore that same silhouette tonight. You said it was slutty and that was why the receptionist was rude to me. I don't want you to buy something for me that you don't like me to wear. If you think I look cheap--"

"Baby," he said, frowning. "I didn't really mean those things. You think I think that of you?" he asked.

"Well, why else would I be stopped any time I come to meet you in a fancy place?" you asked him.

"Because, Y/N, I've told you. You can't just walk into these places, you need a reservation. It's the receptionist's job to make sure only the right people enter the dining room," he explained.

Your face fell. "But you said--"

"I know," he interrupted you. "I know, and... When I say those things to you, I don't mean them, Y/N. I don't... You honestly thought all this time that they were mistaking you for a prostitute from the street?" he asked you.

"That's what you always tell me," you said softly. "You told me that the first time we ever went out together, that the receptionist thought I was a whore."

"I was just... I was just being dirty," he told you. "I was just making you riled up for later."

"Well, it worked," you mumbled. "Can I call you by your real name? I know we're in the bedroom, but you're calling me Y/N," you said. "It's not to punish me, is it?"

"No, not at all. I'm... I'm being serious right now, dear." He paused. "Yes, call me Harry."

"Okay. Thank you," you said back quietly.

He took a deep breath. "Y/N, I thought you knew better to not take the things I say to you in here personally."

You shrugged. "I usually don't. But sometimes you don't say them in here and I feel different about that. That first time you told me that I... That I looked like a prostitute, we were in your car and I remember being so embarrassed that the driver heard you talk that way about me. Sometimes... The way you looked at me today in the restaurant, like you were ashamed of me, and you talked about punishing me while there were people sitting near us... Sometimes I really do think you might think of me as stupid, or a slut," you said.

"Never," he contradicted. "Never, never, never. Would you rather I not call you those things anymore?"

"It's not really up to me to decide," you said.

He shook his head, kneeling down to you then, which you found odd. "No, it is. If something makes you upset, or you'd rather I not--"

"I like for you to punish me, Daddy, that's not--"

"Harry," he interrupted you. "Would you rather I no longer call you those things outside of our special time together?" he asked you.

"I think I would rather it be that way, but I know you like to be mean to me. I don't... I don't want to impose--"

"I'd rather stop doing something I like if it makes you feel bad about yourself," he said. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I thought you knew that you were my special girl, my very favorite."

You rolled your eyes at that, laughing a bit.

"No, don't laugh. What's funny about that?" he asked you. "You know I think you're smart and beautiful and kind, don't you?"

"I thought you might," you said a little flirtatiously. "I just... Harry, I know you mostly like the sex. I mean, that's what we're doing here, right?" you asked.

Sex for money. And shoes and purses and dresses and tuition.

You hated to look at it that way when what you had with Harry was so much more to you.

It killed you to humble yourself and realize that that's what he saw it as.

Didn't he?

He cleared his throat. "It might be, but... I'd never want you to think that I regard you as anything less than... Than wonderful, Y/N. Would you like to know the truth?" he asked you.

You were confused at that. "What's that?"

"How special you are to me," he replied. "Come sit at the top of the bed. Let's chat awhile. I know you should get to bed soon. Are you full and happy?" he asked you.

"Yes," you said.

"Then you'll sleep here tonight where I can watch over you," he decided. "When is your first class tomorrow?"

"Noon," you said.

"Perfect. So you'll sleep late, we'll order breakfast, and I can pay you some attention, hm?" he asked, moving to the top of the bed and sitting there waiting for you. You joined him, putting your legs under the covers.

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" you asked him, offering him the covers as well.

He awkwardly joined you beneath them. "I haven't treated you properly in some time, apparently, so I can say I'll be coming in late and give you a little spoiling. What if Daddy gave you his credit card for the afternoon, hm? Would that be good?" he asked you.

Your eyes widened and you nodded. Instinctually, you sat on your knees and began rubbing his chest. "Daddy--"

He grabbed your wrist. "Not now, baby. I said we should talk, yes? Don't you think so?" he asked you.

You looked back at him, so serious and genuine. You resumed your former position, but couldn't help keeping your hand on his chest. "Okay."

He nodded curtly. "All right. There's something I need you to understand." He paused and you maintained eye contact with him. "When I first met you, that was a year ago now, yes? Innocent baby, weren't you?" he asked. "In that tight dress at the alumni event, those big doe eyes blinking at me..."

You were a virgin when you met him, and he'd never know that.

You nodded, remembering.

"All right, but you were just as smart. So I imagine you know that when I first began seeing you, I had other girls." His eyes flickered at that, almost in shame.

"I know, Harry. And that's fine. We never promised anything to each other, and I understood what I was doing," you said.

"Well, six months into my time with you, I let them all go and began seeing you exclusively. You haven't seen panties that aren't yours around here in quite some time, isn't that right?" he asked you.

You'd thought that his other girls had lessened in number, but you weren't positive it'd dropped to zero. And you had no idea it had been that early into seeing him.

"No. But you still go on vacation and--"

"I know," he said softly. "I know, and... I have my fun when I'm away," he said lowly, "but... Here in New York, you're my only girl. And it's because I have never in my life met anyone like you. You're adorable, Y/N. You're the best thing--" he cut himself off before he embarrassed himself. "You're very, very special, and I don't think anyone could be better for me. You've learned how to behave in bed with me, you listen very well, and you always make me proud. You're loving, and kind, and so... so endearing. And you've fulfilled every need I wanted in someone I hire, so I let everyone else in the city go." He looked at you as though that was a really big deal to him.

You didn't know how to reply. Harry didn't owe exclusivity to you.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "So... I just want you to know that I would never just fire you, and I obviously think very highly of you. And I've... Over the course of the time we've known each other, I've come to see you as a friend, a good friend. So... So I'd never want to make you insecure or sad, or hurt you at all, okay?" he asked, his voice soft. "I really... I appreciate you, Y/N. You mean a lot to me." His face was pale with how nervous he appeared to be to say those words, as though they were top-secret.

Thinking back on how shocked you were when he apologized to you earlier, you imagined that he probably felt extremely awkward or even stupid to be telling you this.

You smiled, your heart soaring. Not only did you know how hard it must have been for him to say the words, they meant everything to you.

But you were trained not to react around him.

You nodded. "Thank you, Harry. You mean a lot to me as well. You... I don't think I could live in New York without you," you said, trying to return his gesture without crossing one of his many invisible boundaries.

His face fell, his eyes glancing down uncomfortably. "I know it's expensive," he said solemnly.

"No," you said, shaking your head, and he looked back up at you. "No, not for that reason. I meant... You just make living here so much more exciting with all the things you take me to do, and I... I feel safe. I know that if I need help, or if a professor botches my grade or if I can't get the reservation I need for a philanthropy event, that you're a phone call away. It's comforting, you know? Not necessarily that you're powerful, but that you care for me," you said. You quickly cleared your throat and corrected yourself. "Not that you care for me--"

"No, I do. I care for you," he said quietly.

"I care for you, too," you said, only you didn't lower your voice to match his. You weren't ashamed to say it. "I hope you know it. I can't really shower you with expensive things as you do for me, but... I try to show you I care."

"And you do. You're real good for me, baby," he told you, and of course he couldn't be serious for so long. "Are you ready for bed, little one?" he asked, signaling that the time for Harry was over.

"Yes, Daddy," you replied.

He nodded. "All right. Goodnight, then, baby." He moved away from you on the bed and faced away from you on his side.

You stared at him a second. "Goodnight, Daddy." - The next morning, you woke up to the sound of him showering. You thought perhaps you should go in and join him, but after last night, you really didn't feel much like it.

It was funny, but not really. You always found yourself frustrated that Harry was so stoic with you. You didn't know how long you ached to have a serious conversation about the nature of your relationship with him. But now that you had, you realized it solved virtually nothing, and you felt strange. You were even more uncertain.

More than anything, you still felt you were walking on eggshells, confused on what to say and what not to. He set all of the boundaries between you two, and got very upset if they were crossed. He didn't communicate or specify any of those boundaries to you, though, and that was the issue.

He shut the water off and you contemplated pretending to still be asleep. Would he be upset with you for not joining him in the shower and initiating such an obvious sexy surprise?

You didn't have time to wonder. He opened the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around his waist and found you sitting up in bed.

"Oh, baby, you're up," he said. "I didn't mean to wake you. The shower usually doesn't."

"It's okay. Good morning, Daddy," you replied.

He smiled at you. "You know, perhaps we should have you wear Daddy's clothes more often. You look quite cute, just how I like you to." He joined you on the bed and stroked your hair.

"Don't think I forgot my promise yesterday. How do you want it, princess?"

"Aren't we meant to have breakfast?" you mumbled.

He frowned. "I thought I could have some of you first. How's that sound?"

You hadn't realized he wanted to lick you down. Still, you realized, you didn't want it. You weren't in the mood for sex.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" he asked when you didn't reply. "Hm? Tell Daddy what you want, then."

Your faces were so close, and you were staring at his lips. You thought he might know what you were thinking. You should just say it.

"A kiss."

He froze.

Timid yet bold, you leaned forward and put your lips on his for just a second. "Like that, Daddy. See? We can just... Let's just kiss a moment. I promise it can be sexy," you drawled. You knew that you needed to use your baby voice to pull this off.

You kissed him again and this time he received it much better, kissing you back. "Mm, Daddy," you moaned, unaware how much you were craving this until it happened. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and that's when he pulled away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, his eyes angry, scorned.

"Kissing you," you said softly. "When you did it last night--"

He stood up from the bed. "That was a mistake. Congratulations, now neither of us are in the mood."

You scoffed. "What, it's only a problem when you don't want sex?" you asked. That wasn't what he seemed to think last night.

"If you want your check, yes," he snapped.

Tears flooded your eyes as you sat there motionless. You couldn't move. You were in shock.

"Perhaps we should go out for breakfast. I wouldn't mind a blowjob in a bathroom stall."

He didn't mean that. He always made idiotic threats when he was angry, but the statement still insulted you.

He dropped his towel and opened his closet, picking out a suit and taking it off the hanger. Watching him get dressed, the anger inside you ignited and spread.

"I can tell you want to make a stupid objection, so make it," he said, buttoning his dress shirt.

"You mark me up with big purple bruises all down my neck. What is the difference if I would like to kiss you?" you fired off.

"The difference?" he questioned, raising his voice, and you looked down at the comforter in fear. "The difference is ten grand a month, Y/N. I do with you what I please, and I don't have any interest wasting my time with kisses for your sentiments. And don't think I don't mean it about the bathroom stall. You'll gag until you puke, do you hear me?" he screamed.

"I'm not going to breakfast," you gravely announced.

When did you begin to cry? You blinked tears away, but it was no use.

"Yes you are because you've been awfully bad and it's your punishment. I want everyone in the restaurant to see your hair all matted at the back of your head after I force myself down your throat. You're going to take all of me from start to finish. Only then will you get your money for your friend."

Gina. She needed you.

You finally looked up at him, tears flowing down your face now. "Fine. I'll get ready." - Your car ride to the restaurant was dreadfully silent. You wished you were anywhere else, that the date was over, that the blowjob was over at the very least.

You were wearing a negligee with his dress jacket over it, a pair of stockings, and four-inch heels. Harry only kept especially scandalous clothes for you at his penthouse. Almost always, when you needed clothes for the next morning, it was because he fucked you the night before. And the next day, he liked for you to embarrass yourself over him; wear lingerie and hang on his arm in public.

You went inside the restaurant and you saw him immediately clock the bathroom in the far back. His hand rested at the small of your back as the waitress showed you your table, letting you know he meant what he said in the bedroom.

When you sat down, the waitress told you the breakfast specials and disappeared. As she walked away, you couldn't believe it. Your con law professor from last semester was sitting across the floor from you. You hoped to God she had the sense not to approach you when you were wearing a nightie sitting across from a man ten years your elder.

"Something wrong, baby?" he asked as he flipped through his menu.

"Nothing."

"What's my name?"

You reddened. What if she heard you? Or maybe not this time, but one of the undoubted hundred times he was going to expect you to say it while you sat here?

He looked up at you. "Tell me. Now."

"Please. Please not here," you said softly. "We can... We can go back into the bathroom right now, whatever you want. Just not here." You chewed at the skin on your lip trying to force tears to stay in your eyes.

He looked back at you for a second before he cleared his throat, straightening his posture and sitting back in his chair. "Last night, you mentioned that you're doing research this semester. How's that going?" he asked you.

You blinked.

"Y/N, did you hear me?"

Y/N.

"Yes, I did. It's going okay," you said, confused but thankful. "I only wish we had more time. My research advisor goes on sabbatical next semester."

"That's a shame. I'm sure you'll do great, though," he said. He took a sip of water that was at your table when you arrived. "Are you presenting your findings? I'd love to come see."

"I am, actually. It's some time next month, I'll let you know," you said.

He shook his head. "They never give you proper time to study for your finals, damned school," he said. "You poor thing, you work yourself far too thin, babe."

"I'll manage," you said softly.

He looked up at you. "No, I know you will. You always do. Just... I hate for you to be overworked, my poor baby," he moped.

You sighed. His mood swings were exhausting, disorienting even.

"What?"

"What do you want me to say to that? And can we just go back now? The longer we wait, I'm not going to be able to eat anything when they bring it out," you said, frustrated.

His face fell, shame written all over him. "We aren't going back, Y/N. It's fine."

You rolled your eyes.

"What? You didn't want to, did y--"

"No, I didn't want to, Harry, but I really wish you wouldn't have been such a prat this morning, then," you asserted. "Do you ever think before you speak to me, or is that a luxury I just don't get between us? Along with knowing where the fuck your head is at?"

His features turned to stone under the weight of your words. You couldn't believe it; you'd finally snapped.

You thought he might yell at you in front of this entire restaurant, your professor included, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. At least you finally stood up for yourself. Instead, he reached into his suit pocket, and you furrowed your brow as he got out his wallet and set his credit card on the table.

"I promised you this. Return it when I see you next. Spend whatever you like, I don't care," he said, standing from the table.

You blinked, utterly dumbfounded. You had a million questions, and you asked precisely the wrong one.

"Will you send me the money for Gina?"

"Yes. Goodbye," he said curtly, walking out of the restaurant, leaving you both dateless and clueless. - "Back from time with Daddy?" Gina asked when you came into your dorm clad in the classic baby girl ensemble.

"Yes, and he's sending me money for you, so I shouldn't hear it," you replied, a sour taste in your mouth after your lonely breakfast.

Gina didn't answer, going back to writing her notes.

You sighed. "I'm sorry," you said. "I'm sorry, I'm glad to be helping you. He was just difficult today. He left me alone at breakfast."

Gina frowned. "That's unusual. Did he give a reason why?" she asked.

"No," you said, taking off his suit jacket and draping it on your chair. "Well... We had an argument," you elaborated.

"An argument? Between a sugar daddy and a sugar baby? What's that even like?"

You looked at the jacket a second more before you realized you couldn't anymore and hung it up in your closet so you could shut the door on it. You planned to do the same with your whole outfit.

"I wish I could tell you," you said. "I'm so confused, I... He needs to figure out what he wants from me; that's what it is." You shook your head in disapproval.

"Seems complicated," Gina said softly, and you didn't want her to worry about you. Her circumstance was out of her control, and she had no obligation to stress over your situation with Harry.

So you pulled his credit card out of his jacket pocket. "Whatever. What really matters is that he gave me this." You twisted the card in your hand so that it sparkled in the sunlight from the window. "Black card."

Gina's eyes widened. "Holy shit. That's like--"

"I know. Let's ditch lecture. Where are we going?" - You waited for Gina as she tried on a skirt in a dressing room in Saks.

"Are you sure I can buy this?" she asked.

"Yes, he won't know the difference, I promise," you told her. Money meant literally nothing to Harry. One skirt for Gina wasn't going to matter. You had three dresses and a pair of shoes on hold at the register.

Gina emerged from the dressing room and twirled. "What do you think? Date party?" she asked. "Dylan from Phi Gam is taking me, and he's rich, so this could work."

You nodded. "Sure. What with it?" you asked.

She frowned, looking down at the skirt. "Ah, I don't know. I have that black tank top--"

"That one would not work," you told her. "It won't look right with that skirt."

"I know," she said, sighing.

"There's that black tank top at the front of the store. That would look nice," you told her. "Get that and I'll lend you my Choos and you'll be set for rich Dylan."

She looked at you, nearly scandalized. "That's like another three hundred dollars!"

You shook your head. "He won't care. I promise, Gina, really," you said. "He let me have the card for a reason."

She looked at you in the mirror. "Fine. I get the tank top, and you finally give David from Delt a chance."

You rolled your eyes. "Nev--"

"Y/N, he is cute! And he likes you," she said. "Doesn't it get boring coming to date parties all alone?"

"I don't have time for him," you said. You really felt it unfair to entertain boys from school when Harry essentially fulfilled the role of boyfriend in your life.

"You don't have time to bring him to the party? You'll be there anyways," she insisted.

After your fight with Harry today, the idea of spending an evening with another man sounded somewhat enjoyable for the first time in a year. You sighed. "Fine. Fine, I'll do it. I'll text him and ask," you said.

She smiled. "At long last." - Harry called you the next day while you were studying in the library.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Y/N," he said.

"That's me," you replied, marking a figure in your textbook with a post-it.

He cleared his throat. He did it when he was nervous. "What are you doing Friday night?"

"Friday night? I have a date party for my sorority."

"You've bailed on them before for me," he replied instantly, which was true.

But you had a date to keep with David now.

"I have a date this time," you said softly. Why did this feel wrong?

"A date?" he asked.

"Yes. A date to a date party," you said firmly then. "He's from a fraternity on campus."

"Y/N, I've told you that the fraternities at that school do not--"

"Harry, you don't want me dating anyone, but that's not really in your control, is it?" you asked.

He paused. "It's not that I don't want you dating anyone--"

"Well, I've heard you trash just about every male organization I bring up to you, from the sports teams to the social clubs, so I don't know," you said. This was new for you. You never spoke to him so candidly or with such attitude until yesterday. Your breakfast breakthrough apparently gave you a lot more confidence with him.

"Fine. You can't make it Friday?" he asked.

"No, I can't. That's tomorrow night, isn't it? The week is going by quickly," you said.

"Yes, it is," he said. "When am I meant to get my credit card back then?"

"Aren't we going to the show Saturday?"

"Yes, only I was hoping to see you before then," he said. "I think we need to have another conversation."

You felt your textbook's pages over and over. "We do," you said, "and we can on Saturday. I promise. How's that?"

He didn't reply a second, uncomfortable yielding to your suggestion when usually it went the other way around between you both. "Fine. We'll talk on Saturday."

"Sounds good."

There was silence on both of your lines until you spoke up. "Anything else?"

"No, goodbye," he said and hung up.

You stared at your phone. What was going on with him? - Gina gave you a pitying look before leaving your dorm with Dylan. David was supposed to meet you half an hour before Dylan was coming to get her.

She shut the door behind her and you screwed your eyes shut. This was so humiliating. You finally gave this boy a chance, and he was blowing it.

That was his issue, he was a boy.

Harry was never late. He expected you to be on time as well. He was a man, a real man.

You went on Snapchat, bored, only to find that David posted a video of him playing pong against a girl in a tube top in a rainbow-lit room.

Motherfucker.

You growled, throwing yourself on the bed. You couldn't go to the date party now. Everyone would only ask where David was when they could just look at his Snapchat and see him bailing on you.

To think you gave up a night with Harry for this.

Thirty-three minutes into feeling bad for yourself, your phone rang.

Harry Styles.

You answered it, sitting up on the bed. "Hello?"

"Y/N, can you come downstairs?"

"What?"

He sighed. "I'm... I'm in the lobby of your dorm, and the security is giving me a hard time."

You couldn't help but smile. This had to be so embarrassing for him. He always nagged you about how gross it was to live in a dorm, how he could put you up in an apartment if you wanted.

But he came here for you.

"I'll come right down," you told him.

"Ah, fuck. I'm not interfering with your date, am I? Are you getting ready?"

You shut your eyes a second. "No, um... It's canceled, actually."

He paused. "Did you ever have a date?" he asked you.

"Yes, Harry, I had one," you snapped.

"All right, sorry. I'll... I'll see you in a minute?"

"Yeah, I'm coming. Bye." You hung up the phone and put your feet in your dorm slippers before heading downstairs. - In the lobby, Harry was standing at the front desk, his hands in his pockets. He looked relieved to see you.

"Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, I live here on the eighth floor," you greeted the campus security as you took your place next to him. "This is Harry Styles. He's... He's my friend," you said, glancing over at him and smiling to prove your familiarity. "Can he come up?"

The security guard looked the two of you up and down for a second before he relented. "Sign in, and sign out when you leave."

It was funny to watch Harry initial the sign-in sheet of your dorm, knowing he signed important documents all day.

You silently retreated over to the elevator.

Harry spoke up once you were inside and the doors had shut. "No date?" he asked. "How come? Are you tired?"

"No."

"Then--"

"He stood me up, Harry. Christ."

You saw his face fall in the steely reflection of the elevator door. It took him a few seconds to respond. "Y/N... I'm sorry, hon."

"You're not." You could definitely tell he was. You were just embarrassed.

"No, I--"

"Just leave it alone, okay?" you asked. You turned to face him then. "Why are you here?"

He took a deep breath, and the elevator doors opened.

You exited the elevator, him following behind you.

It was like going up to his penthouse, you realized. Only this was a New York City dormitory.

You opened your door and let yourselves in. You turned around to face him again, liking the look of him in your room. You supposed you'd like the look of him anywhere, but still.

"We should talk," he said. "I... I didn't want to wait until Saturday. I thought your date would be later, but I wasn't... I don't know what I was thinking."

"It doesn't matter anyway," you said. You lamely nodded over to your dorm desk. "You can sit if you'd like."

He looked at the chestnut standardized desk as though he wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. "No thanks," he said politely. He took off his suit jacket and draped it on the chair.

You felt silly not having a place for him to sit.

"My bed, maybe," you said.

He shrugged.

So you hoisted yourself onto your bed and watched as he followed behind you, concealing your smile as you watched one of the city's richest men climb onto a twin XL.

You sat staring across the bed at each other until he spoke up.

"I'm so sorry," he told you. "How I acted on Wednesday... It was unacceptable."

"It's fine."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "No, it's not. I should have let you leave when you said you didn't want to go to breakfast. And I..." he swallowed, his features softening, "I threatened you, made you think I'd... I'd hurt you when--"

"Not hurt me--"

"Yes, hurt you. I'm sorry. I would never make you do something... I've... Have I ever made you do something you didn't want to?" he asked you. "I know I was upset Wednesday, and I was harsh, but... I hope you know I'd never make you do anything," he said. His eyes adjusted nervously. "Have I ever?"

"No," you said. "Never. We... We took it slow in the beginning, and I feel fine," you said.

He shut his eyes. "And that shit I said... That comment that I made about ten grand being--"

"You always say things you don't mea--"

"I just shouldn't fucking say them," he cut you off. "I should never say that to you. That was out of line, and so far from how... How I feel," he said.

You nodded. "I know. You keep me safe. I didn't... It's not that I didn't feel comfortable... Doing that in the bathroom, it's just that I didn't want to. I was upset."

"I know. And if you don't want to, we shouldn't," he told you. "Have you ever felt that way before?" he asked you again.

You shook your head. "No. No... Tuesday and Wednesday were... I was just... I was upset over my paper, and then our date didn't go well, and then we fought on Wednesday and I just... I've never felt that way with you before then, no," you said.

"Promise?"

"Promise, Harry." You nodded. "I've never been scared. I just thought... At the restaurant, I just wanted to get it over with, is all. I knew that if I really couldn't do it, you wouldn't make me."

"You know you can tell me no?" he asked.

"Mhm."

He pulled you close to him then, your head nuzzled into his shirt. "All right, then, baby. That's good. I'm sorry, princess. I've been so unfair to you, haven't I?"

You sighed, shutting your eyes.

"But I know what might help make it better," he murmured, his lips against your hair.

Your heart fluttered. Almost a kiss. Almost a kiss on your head.

Could he...?

"Look at me, little one."

You eagerly yet nervously untucked your head from his and faced him.

He smiled, leaning into you and kissing you.

Instantly, you moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Daddy--"

"Lay back. Need your taste," he told you between kisses.

You didn't, though. You stayed sitting upright, feeling his kiss. You embraced each one knowing it could be your last.

"Sh, sh, calm--" he began.

"Harry--"

"I'm right here," he told you. He kissed you again, and you squeezed his shoulders. "Sh, gonna keep kissing you. Don't worry."

You frowned. "Even after ton--"

He chuckled. "Yes, all the time. Lay back," he said, smiling. "Lay back, and I mean it," he followed up solemnly then, making you know he wouldn't refrain from punishing you if that's what you deserved.

You laid back onto your bed and he instantly followed you down, resuming your makeout session. "Daddy, I love your kisses," you mumbled between them. You still couldn't believe what you were experiencing, his lips on yours, so passionate and dare you say, loving. "Mm--"

"Sh, sh," he hushed you, beginning to grope your breasts then and moving to mark your neck. "I like to kiss you just like this," he said as he suckled. It didn't take him long to remove your skirt and throw it off your bed, your bare legs hitching at his waist.

He returned to your face and kissed you once more. "I know someplace," he pecked you again, "you really like my kiss. Hm? Hm, little g--"

"Please just give it to me," you cut him off, making him widen his eyes in surprise.

"Babe--"

"No," you said. "No, we can... Just... Fuck me, Harry. Don't hold back, I want it rough. Just fuck me and kiss me."

He smirked. "Am I that good for you, baby?"

"You know you are," you said quietly.

He brought his hand to stroke your face. You smiled, basking in his gaze, his touch, his admiration. "You want me to kiss you while we...?" he clarified.

You nodded. "More than anything." He looked at you a second longer before he nodded and kissed you on the forehead, making you hum in contentment and rub his clothed chest. At that noise, he kissed your entire face in random spots while he undid his suit pants, and you were glowing. You couldn't imagine ever growing tired of kissing him.

"Birth control?" he whispered in between kisses as he pulled down his boxers.

You nodded. "Took it at lunch." You always took your pill at lunch now because Harry took you to dinner so often. He usually never asked you if you took it, but you also usually were never intimate like this.

"Are you hard?" you asked, reaching down to feel him and pump him a few times, but he stopped you by grabbing your hand.

"'m fine," he mumbled against your lips, ripping your panties down and pushing into you without warning.

You gasped, your head being pushed further into the pillow beneath it. He laughed under his breath before thrusting into you, again without any preparation.

You cried out along with the consistent creaking of your dormitory bed. Somehow, you didn't think they were made to withstand this kind of sex.

"Said not to hold back," he said. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His lips still brushed yours.

"Kiss," you cried.

"What's my name?" Thrust. Thrust. Your hips slowly adjusted to his ruthlessness and began to meet his.

"Daddy, kiss--" He merged your lips then, and though it may have slowed his pace, you didn't mind. In fact, you were thrilled. You couldn't decide where to focus, on your nearly bruised lips or the pulse of pleasure between your legs. He was feeding it all to you each time, your legs flailing at his back, your fingers digging into his shirt.

You hoped to Christ your hall was already out partying. You were moaning maybe louder than you ever had, perhaps muffled by Harry's lips, but still.

This was a sound from deep in your subconscious, the animalistic reaction to indulging in the one secret desire you'd lusted after for almost a year now.

You both were moving together now, in synch and hitting your G spot every once in awhile.

"Daddy--"

"Y/N, baby--"

Your heart skipped a beat. Y/N.

"Fuck, Y/N," he said.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," you chanted. "Harry, Harry, I'm almost--"

He bit your bottom lip between his teeth. It wasn't too painful, but just enough.

You were gone and he went with you.

He pulled out of you and buried his head in the pillow alongside yours.

Your hand came to caress his curls. "Harry," you said after a minute.

"Hm?"

"Look at me," you said softly. "Please, will you--"

He obliged, meeting your face with his and displaying pensive, sweet eyes.

You smiled. "Can I..." you asked, shy.

"Hm? Anything you want, baby, after that."

You giggled a bit. "Kiss your face?" you completed your question. "Only like you did to me."

He nodded. "Go ahead."

You beamed, taking his face in your hands and kissing each handsome part of it. You were probably a minute into your diligent work when Harry interrupted you.

"You know," he said, "I'm not your boyfriend."

You quirked your brow at him. "I know," you said. "You're my Daddy."

He smirked at that and you returned to kissing him some more.

Your phone buzzed from your window ledge behind you.

"Who's that?" he asked.

"Dunno," you replied, now simply staring at him.

He grumbled, grabbing the phone from behind you and handing it to you. "There."

You unlocked your phone and gaped.

"I came by your dorm to bring you to the party but you sounded busy" David messaged.

"What?" Harry asked.

You laughed because you didn't know how else to react, and it was funny. You turned the phone around and showed Harry the screen.

"Dick," he muttered. "He's never heard a woman that aroused, let me assure you of--"

You cut him off with a kiss, something you knew you were going to be doing a lot. "Think he heard me call you Daddy?"

"I think the whole dorm did," he mumbled, moving to suck on your earlobe before you could be embarrassed. "Tell me," he began, "did he think he was going to take you out after arriving so late?"

"I suppose."

"How late was he?"

You checked the time on your phone again, squirming beneath his attentions. "Nearly two hours. And he posted another girl like an hour ago."

"I'll teach him a lesson."

You laughed. "No, you won't. It's stupid anyway, Harry. This is why I spend my time with you."

He faced you and kissed your nose. "You ought to stop saying things like that."

"Things like what?"

"Things that confuse what we are," he said.

You nodded solemnly.

He kissed your cheek. "What do you want to be?" he asked you then, shocking you.

But you couldn't answer truthfully. What were you supposed to do, tell him about your childish fantasies of marrying him à la Carrie Bradshaw and Mr. Big?

So you thought on it before you realized the perfect reply. "Your favorite girl," you said. He called you it occasionally. It was definitely amongst your favorite of his nicknames, so sentimental in your mind.

He smiled at you, a twinkle in his eye that you especially liked. "You're already there."

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