#that night Jean realises the next time he plays truth or dare he wants the same dare

[marcobodtlives]

Jean the typa guy to make out with his best friend (Marco) and then say “love you,” then go lobster red and say “ugh no - I meant - no wait… I meant um - I meant no homo. No homo, man.”

(Conny is pissing himself laughing throughout the entirety of this exchange).

[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

[waatermelon-sugaar]

Take Care of Me

Pairing = Santiago x reader

Words = 5.5k

Summary = A discussion about sex toys turns into something more … concrete

Warnings = Swearing, talk/description of mild anxiety. SMUT (18+ only), use of handcuffs in a sexy way, oral, piv sex

A/N = Prompt no.8 requested by @itspdameronthings​ as part of my 300 follower celebration, thanks so much, hope you like it! Prompt was “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself” w/santi and bolded in text. Also 3 things; 1 = Tom doesn’t exist in this AU, 2 = this is basically pure smut im so sorry, and 3 = I did do head hopping in this, which I know you’re not like supposed to do but also fuck the rules y’know?

Posted to AO3

Masterlist

***

It’s always easy to be loose after one of Benny’s fights.

It’s a heady mix of adrenaline, beer and testosterone, swirling together into a mix that makes you forget your normal boundaries. You’re normally quite brazen about your sex life anyway, but there is a line. You respect your partners, and there’s no need for your teammates to know too much.  

You’re all packed into a half-moon booth, Benny straddling a chair that he pulled up to the table after he spent too long chatting up the bartender.

It’s a small comment from Benny (because of course it’s Benny), saying that you haven’t got laid in a while, and you’re honestly surprised he noticed. But then, that’s the only predictable thing about Benny, that he is unpredictable.

Your surprise means you take a little too long actually thinking about it, which confirms Benny’s statement. You lean back a little in your seat, desperately ignoring Santi, who’s sat to your left. It also means you bite back a little harder in defence.

“Well maybe if you guys didn’t look like you’re about to murder anyone who even dares ask for my number maybe I’d have better luck.” That’s a lie, but there’s no way you’re going to tell them the truth. No way you’re going to tell Santi-

Your thoughts are interrupted by Will, sat to your right. “So you’re asking for our help?”

You scoff, hitting him up the head. “No, thank you.” Will knows why. Because of course he does. One of your oldest friends, he’d been the one who convinced you to join the team in the first place. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

You send a wink down to the table to Benny, who’s the first to catch on, hollering, and you try not to react to Santi leaning forward, suddenly interested, as though you’re not already hyper-aware of every body movement of his.

You continue, deciding you’re quite enjoying the effect you’ve had. “What do I need some stranger for when I can give myself a better orgasm than he could ever dream of?” You take a sip of your drink to hide your grin, as both Benny and Will holler, gaining a few glares from the pub’s other patrons.

That sip means you’re unprepared for Santi to lean in closer to you, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel his breath. “Maybe ‘stranger’ is where you’re going wrong.”

You swallow, unprepared for the sudden flare of attraction shooting through you and turning your head, just as he says, “I could take care of you.”

You catch a glimpse of Santi’s fuck me eyes when Benny (the dickhead) interrupts. Crossing his arms on the sticky table in front of him, he asks, “Does that mean you have toys?”

Frankie’s hat somehow tips lower on his head, if that’s possible.

Will twitches towards his brother, like he wants to strangle Benny for being so uncouth, but you put your hand on his upper arm. “Of course.” The best course of action is to just act like this is normal, so add a bit of air to your voice. This was normal. “Who doesn’t?”

There’s a blush rising on Benny’s cheeks and you can’t help but stoke it, grinning at him, and attempting your best bedroom eyes. He’s still not too ashamed to ask though. “What kinds?”

Will decides he’s had enough, glancing at Santi behind you with a frown and hitting Benny over the head in an imitation of the way you’d hit him. You laugh, unexpectedly pleased at the reaction you’ve gotten. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Benny nods, eager, even as Will stands, grabbing a hold of him, and steering him towards the bar. “Yes! Yes I would!” He manages to throw back at you and you laugh again, twisting your body to face Santi and Frankie, bringing your left leg onto the bench.

***

Meanwhile Santiago is in hell. He’s been in multiple hellish situations before, most similar to this one, in that it was always the 5 of you, bullets flying around your heads, rifles in your arms, weighed down by heat and sweat and tac vests.

And yet somehow, he thinks this might be the worst. Your foot next to his thigh, your knee bent, pulling your jeans up your leg and exposing your ankle to him. Watching you flirt with Benny, talking about sex, and toys, and masturbation. When that's all he wants to do with you. He just has to get the courage to tell you.

With you, there was a before in Santi’s life, and an after.

Before he knew you; and after he knew you.

Before he loved you; and after he loved you.

Except Santi’s not quite sure when he fell in love with you.

It started when Will introduced you as the newest member of the team, one of his childhood friends. He didn’t mean for it to happen, he treated you like he treated anyone else, quickly discovering that you weren’t like anyone else.

He welcomed you into his life with open arms, starting off innocently - he wanted to spend time with you. You were Will’s friend, which meant that there must be something good about you. You made him laugh, made him feel safe (even when he wasn’t). He’d wanted to do the same for you and thought he did a pretty good job.

He became your friend, until one day the two of you were watching a film. He can’t remember what it was, just that you were at his house, drinking and laughing and talking, huddled in one of his blankets, and looking like you belonged there, forever.

Falling in love with you was so easy, Santi didn’t even realise he was doing it.

Santi’s still impressed with himself that he didn’t just blurt out the words then and there. I love you.

How long had he been in love with you for? He couldn’t pinpoint down a specific moment. He remembered the night when you’d become friends - the last two around the bonfire, toasting marshmallows, making that awkward small-talk that occurs between acquaintances.

You’d made him laugh, playing chubby-bunny and teasing him until he’d had a go. You’d talked and talked, and Santi can’t even remember what about. Nothing, probably. The basics. Boring stuff, but filled with details that he’d used to keep the conversation going the next day.

He knows when he became your friend. Recognised when you trusted him more than the others, with the exception of maybe Will.

But he didn’t know when he fell in love with you. Just the day that the love became so overwhelming in his chest that he realised it.

The real nail in his metaphorical coffin was the night afterwards. The 5 of you had gone to a bar, and a girl had started talking to him as he was buying drinks. She was pretty, but she wasn’t you. And like a flashbulb, all of Santi’s previous partners flew through his mind and he realised that nothing had ever come out of them because they weren’t you.

They didn’t know how he liked his coffee, or why he had joined the military. They didn’t know the story behind his callsign, or what his favourite song was.

You did. What you weren’t there for, you asked about. You remembered. You made him feel important, like he mattered. In ways that he didn’t even really know existed.

You were the one that started him on decaf without telling him. That had been a conversation and a half. Before morning briefings, you’d started bringing him coffees. He hadn’t noticed much of a taste difference, and shamefully, had come to expect them.

Until, a month later, you weren’t there. A small trip home to visit your family, everyone knew you’d be back in a couple of days. Regardless, Santi had ordered what he’d thought was his usual coffee.

And found his anxiety rearing up again. It was subtle, making him more jumpy, less able to sleep, but it was there. He wasn’t sure what the cause was, definitely hadn’t linked it to the coffee, instead assuming that maybe he just missed you. Maybe because his anxiety hadn’t disappeared all the way, even with decaf. Maybe it was because it was your presence that helped him too.

He hadn’t even really noticed when the caffeine was gone, hadn’t noticed the absence of something wrong, only seeing the contrast when it returned. Maybe because it was gradual, the weaning off the caffeinated coffee, whereas the return, with his request of additional shot, had been too sharp for him.

You hadn’t noticed at first, assuming that Santi’s bear hug when he’d first seen you had just been because he missed you. But after lunch you pulled him to one side.

“Are you alright?” Your eyes are slightly wider with worry, and you’re chewing slightly on your bottom lip.

He hates that he’s the one to do that to you, and he tries to brush it off. “I’m fine.” That was his first mistake. His second was trying to push past you.

“Santiago!” He’s pulled up short, and there’s that tension, pulling at his shoulders, his eyebrows. “Tell me what’s wrong.” Your tone of voice hasn’t changed, but this time it’s a command.

Exhausted, hating himself, Santi drags his hands across his face. “Nothing. It’s nothing. I don’t...I don’t know.” He takes a breath, and it shudders through him. “I don’t know.” He sounds defeated, and he hopes you can’t hear it. “I just...I feel…” How does he feel? “Jittery.” Is what he finally settles on, but the word still feels wrong somehow.

You frown, looking him up and down like you’ve never seen him before. In fact, you’re silent for so long, Santi starts to be worried that you’re going to tell him to stop being so fucking ridiculous.

You don’t, but you ask questions.

Has he been sleeping? “Not really.”

Does he have something big coming up? “Just the usual.”

Has his daily routine changed at all? “No, I don’t think so. I get myself a coffee in the morning and the-”

You interrupt him with a hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry.” And now it’s wrong, because now you’re looking at him like it’s your fault, when it definitely isn’t. “Santi I’m sorry. It’s your coffee.”

Santi frowns. His coffee? And you sound so apologetic, and he doesn’t understand why. “I switched you to decaf.” You can’t meet his eyes any more, gaze skittering to his shoulder with nerves. And you’re not shutting up. “I’m sorry, I should have told you, or asked if I could, I just... I knew you were getting nightmares, and decaf helped me so I thought it might help y-”

Santi cuts you off with a hug.

And now, the three of you sat in the booth, he hates himself for agreeing with Benny. He would like to know. He has a sneaking suspicion, odd little comments you’ve made throughout the years that when pieced together, paint a picture. A very vivid picture that he sometimes uses to torture himself, late at night in bed, imagining what you’d look like with your hands between your legs and wrapping a hand around his-

Santi shakes his head. Now is not the time. There’s never really a good time to fantasise about one of your best friends, but in public when they’re sitting next to you, is definitely one of the worst.

And why did he have to offer to take care of you? Did he think he was in some kind of cheesy porno? What if you hated him-

In the end, it’s you who breaks him out of his thoughts. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed Pope.” You push out with your foot, lightly kicking his thigh, unable to read his stony face.

Throughout all of this, Frankie has kept quiet, and now the conversation seems like it’ll be returning to safer ground, he rubs a hand over his face, lifting his hat slightly. “No.” Santi protests, although he says it too fast for it to be sincere. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“Good,” you reply, and Santi can see the moment a thought pops into your head that you can’t resist, he can see it in the way your eyes light up with mischief. “Out of all the boys, I figured you’d be the most likely to use toys.”

Frankie quickly slides out from his seat, muttering something about going to the toilet, his cheeks aflame, as Santi chokes a little on his beer. “Or maybe Will,” you muse, and Santi coughs again. “Shit, are you alright?” You ask, rocking forward to lean on your knee so you can rub Santi’s back for a second.

He concentrates on getting himself back under control, on not focusing how warm your hand is against his back. He takes deep breaths in an attempt to calm his heart down, praying that the room is dark enough that you won’t see him blush.  

Santi nods, his eyes watering a little, and you laugh, but it’s not unkind, not even when one of your thumbs wipes at his lower lash line, brushing away his tears with the pad. It’s so unexpectedly soft, another sharp contrast to this sticky, seedy bar they’re all in, where the booth seats are cracked and the most complicated drink they make is a rum and coke.

“Good,” you say, voice quiet, scooting back on the bench, your foot closer to his thigh this time, and Santi hates himself for wanting to follow you.

Instead, he pretends everyone else is still here, even as he watches Will whisper something into Benny’s ear as they stand, drinking next to the bar, with no clear intention of returning. Suddenly Benny punches Will’s upper arm, and Santi’s eyebrows twitch slightly in confusion. Benny looks ecstatic, and for what?

“I’ve used handcuffs,” he says casually, half of his mind taken up with Benny and Will acting like lunatics at the bar behind you. He’s wrenched back to you when you raise an eyebrow, and he’s reminded what it feels like to be the centre of your world.

Fuck, you’re sexy though.

***

Your heart beat speeds up, suddenly sounding loud in your chest. Your mind is screaming Danger! at you - but how can it be? This is Santiago. You would trust him with your life. You have.

I could take care of you, flashes through your mind again. Maybe-

“Yeah?” You ask, trying to act calm when there’s a steady thrumming under your skin. “And are you the tied up person, or do you do the tying?”

Santi scoffs, like he thinks the answer is obvious. Maybe it is.

“I do the tying.”

You smirk, dragging an exaggerated eye up and down his body. “Sure about that?”

He looks relaxed, like he can take up more space now Frankie has gone. One of his hands is on your calf, gently trailing up and down, slowly setting you on fire, and you don’t even think he realises he’s doing it. There’s something in his eyes that you don’t recognise, darker, although it seems familiar. That’s been happening more and more lately, especially when it’s just the two of you. You like it.

“You want to test me babygirl?”

You feel breathless. “Maybe I’d like to try.”

You’ve never spoken with Santi like this before. You flirt with him more than the other boys, but this is new. This feels...real, somehow. More dangerous. And he’s closer now, shifting, so your foot is over his lap, his hand wrapped around your ankle, on your bare skin and you’ve forgotten how to breathe. You watch his hand move on your leg and you feel like you could evaporate.  

“That’s not what good girls do.” Fuck, his voice.

“Good girls don’t do a lot of things I do.”

And you’re not sure what gives you the sudden confidence, but you lean forwards, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. It’s a horrible angle, your legs in the way, but you don’t care.

And then you’re retreating, opening your eyes again, suddenly unsure of what you’ve just done. Your mouth feels tingly, where you can still feel Santi against you. His grip has tightened on your leg, no longer moving.

And then his hand is tugging at you a little, and there’s a smile threatening to take over his face.

Come here.

You scoot up, so your left leg is fully over him, your right leg tangling with his under the table and you can smell him now, beer and - as weird as it sounds - like a man. It’s familiar. Nice. Breathless, you shoot him a little grin, suddenly unsure.

And then he’s kissing you again and it’s everything you ever dreamed of. His lips are soft, but firm, moving against your mouth, contrasting with the slight stubble growing on his face. His free hand moves to your waist and you let out a small sound.

You break apart after a second, both of you breathless. You’ve slung your arms around his neck, fingers idly playing with his chain, and you’re the first to speak.

“So do you use those handcuffs on anyone?”

Santi kisses you again, short and sweet, before he answers, his lips mumbling against yours. “Hmm, just on girls I really like.”

You kiss again, neither of you really wanting to stop. “Can I use them on you?” Santi asks, moving to kiss along your jaw, nipping at your earlobe. You feel surrounded by him, he’s all you care about, all you can feel.

Your eyes snap open, desire pooling in your belly. Is this really happening? “Yes.”

“Good.” Santi’s voice is still low in your ear, before he moves down your neck, soft lips a stark contrast to his stubble catching on your skin. “How do you feel about a date, too?”

“Yeah?” You lean back slightly so you can see his face. He’s beautiful in this light, face half hidden in the shadows, eyes dark.

His lips are brushing yours again.

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up, take you somewhere nice, do it properly.”

“Good,” you mumble against him, “that sounds really good.” Your fingers are still playing with his chain, lightly brushing against the scar on his neck. “Shall we go?”

Before you know it, the two of you are sitting in a cab, having said a quick goodbye to the others, Will asking if it was safe for them to sit back in the booth. You’d responded with the finger, not bothering with a proper reply.

Santi leans over to you, whispering into your ear. “Can I really tie you up?”

You clench your thighs together, closing your eyes in an effort not to physically respond. The pause is enough for Santi to hesitate, hand shyly holding yours. “It’s ok, if you don’t want to, that’s fine, it was just a-”

You stop him with a kiss, moving your hand so you can squeeze him in reassurance. When you answer, it’s a mumble against his mouth so the driver doesn’t hear. “Break out the handcuffs, and we’ll see if you’re as tough as you act, big boy.”

Santi groans when you lean away from him.

Getting inside Santi’s flat is a feat in itself, and you’re honestly a little proud of the restraint both of you showed by not fucking in the stairwell, stopping every couple of meters to kiss each other senseless, hips clumsily knocking together as you rile each other up.

You’ve been inside his flat before, so when Santi kicks the door closed, walking you backwards into his bedroom, kissing you all the while, you don’t protest. It’s so nice to finally kiss Santi like you’ve wanted to for a while now, so nice to feel his hands on your waist, pushing you backwards while his hips press into yours, steady now, purposeful.

His fingers are playing with the waist of your trousers, and you help him, shimmying your jeans off, pushing them down your thighs and letting them fall to the floor. Then he surprises you, dropping to his knees in front of you, pulling your knickers down your legs.

Looking down, you feel dizzy from the rush of power this brings you. Santi looks like he’s about to worship you, his face close to your pussy. His hands are on your waist and he pushes at you, encouraging you to step back.

When you don’t he tips his head back, exposing his neck to you. “Step back.” His voice is dangerous and you can feel more wetness gathering between your legs. You grin down at him, still not moving.

In response Santi nips at your thigh, grinning when you gasp, hands flying to his hair. He pushes at you again, and this time you let him, stepping back until you hit his bed, sitting down.

Santi presses his hand against your stomach, and you allow yourself to be pushed back, falling back onto your elbows so you can watch him. He presses his nose to your mound and you squirm, impatient, as Santi spreads your knees so he can fit between your legs.

You watch him press his nose to your pussy, burying his nose in you, feeling yourself grow wetter. “You taste so good,” he groans, “Sweetest pussy I’ve tasted.” As he begins to explore you with his tongue, your hips lift off the bed with a groan and it takes you a second to recognise your own voice, broken with need. Santi’s arm reaches out, pressing you down as he explores your folds. Stubble is scratching your thighs, a pleasantly rough feeling compared to the soft wetness, the pliability of Santi’s tongue. Your clit is the first thing he concentrates on, his tongue practically lapping at you, and it all feels so good.

One hand is desperately fisting the sheets to the side of you as you try to hold on to reality, the other knotted in Santi’s short curls, nails scraping ever so slightly along his scalp even as he lifts you higher and higher. Broken pleas of his name fall from your lips when he inserts two fingers into you, gently pumping in and out, with a strangely satisfying squelch under your cries.

Your orgasm creeps up on you, slow and unsuspecting. One second your chest is heaving, breaths short and shallow, the next you’ve tensed up as you fall apart under Santi.

He keeps kissing you, gently pressing his lips over your thighs, hips, stomach as you stare at his ceiling, willing rational thought to return to you. He’s murmuring praises into your skin, telling you how good you are for him, what a good job you’ve done, how pretty you look when you come, how he wants to make you do it again, and all the while you float somewhere above your body, hardly daring to believe this is real. Santi keeps kissing you, any skin he can get his mouth on, desperate to keep tasting you. Gradually he moves up your body, even as you lie there, panting, letting him push your top up, bunching under your arms and around your neck.

Your hands fly to his hair when he bites the soft skin of your breast peeking out from your bra, and you arch your back towards him slightly, letting out a small whine. You can feel his smirk against you, so you wrap your legs around his waist, canting your hips up, grinding against where you can feel him, hard and aching in his jeans.

Now it’s your turn to smirk, slow and lazy when Santi lets out a low growl in response. He tips his head up so he can look at you, his eyes soft as he smiles at you. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

And then his body weight is gone and he’s standing next to the bed, taking his top off and it’s not the first time you’ve seen him shirtless, of course it isn’t, but it’s the first time you’ve seen him and been allowed to look, and Santi’s all shadows and soft muscle, pale scars highlighted on his skin.

You sit up, and it takes you a second to fight your way out of your top, quickly sliding the straps of your bra off, and dropping your clothes to the side of the bed as you watch Santi cross his room, and fish out a pair of handcuffs from a box with a couple of other objects inside, as well as what you’re pretty sure looks like a strap-on. And maybe it’s because his ass is currently in your eye-line, maybe it’s the surprise, but the image of you wearing it, teasing Santi with your dick while he waits on all fours on his bed, begging for you to touch him, suddenly pops into your head, and you have to work to hold back a moan at the mental image. Oh my god.

When Santi turns back to you, he’s opened the cuffs. “Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”

You suddenly feel nervous, your mouth dry, and you don’t know why, this is Santi. He’s made it clear that you don’t have to do this, and anyway you want to. “Green is good, orange is slow down, red is stop,” you recite easily, and Santi nods in satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he says and his words hit deep in your stomach, unfurling something you hadn’t known existed. “You say something and I’ll untie you.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning back on your hands, eyeing up the way Santi’s jeans are still on, now hanging low on his hips, exposing a small trail of hair down from his bellybutton. “What if I don’t want you to untie me?” You ask.

You can see how his eyes darken, but he doesn’t move. “Tell me you understand,” he says, voice stern and you shiver.

“I understand,” you parrot. Santi nods, pleased at you doing as he says, and steps out of his jeans, pulling his boxers off at the same time, releasing his cock. He’s hard, curving up towards his stomach and leaking pre-cum.

Almost on instinct, you lean forwards to lick it off, and Santi lets out a groan of satisfaction at the sensation of your mouth just wrapping around his head, your hands on his thighs. Before you can take him any further, he’s stepping back, shaking his head.

“Lie back,” he instructs, and you obey. Santi kneels next to you, tugging your wrists up, above your head, looping the handcuffs through his headboard and clicking them on around you. You give them an experimental tug, biting back a moan when they hold fast. “Colour?” Santi asks, and you grin up at him.

“Green.” Your voice already sounds broken. “Santi, please.”

Santi just kneels back, looking at you with those hungry eyes. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out, hands running up and down your body, ignoring how you squirm as best you can under him.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “Why don’t you come down here then, instead of just watching me?” Santi’s hands reach your breasts, squeezing and gently massaging and you arch your back towards him.

“You’re unhappy with my hands?” Santi returns, and stops touching you. You can’t help it, letting out a whine and straining to move your arms towards him, before remembering you can’t, your attempted movement jangling the chain a little.

“No, Santi,” you’re desperate for him to touch you again, especially now you can’t touch him,“Santi please, touch me again, touch me more.” Begging has never come so easily to you. And then Santi’s moving between your legs, gripping your hips and thrusting up, but not into you, just along your folds. You moan, shifting as best as you can while Santi coats himself with your slick, the head of his cock just pushing your clit, teasing you and riling you up further.

You suddenly really want to touch him, to rake your hands through his hair, to scratch your nails down his back, to be able to suck a purple hickey into his skin. You let your head fall back to the bed, pushing your hips towards him, desperate for more, desperate for him.

It’s only when you open your mouth in a desperate plea, a whine of his name, “Santi, Santi please,” that he begins to push into you.

Your mouth falls open in silent pleasure, just as Santi begins to talk. “Fuck, baby.” The stretch of him is delicious. “I wanted this for so long.” Now fully seated in you, he rests on his forearms, kissing you softly, first on the forehead, then on your lips. “Colour?” he asks softly.

You nearly cry from how sweet it is, how sweet he is, before responding, a mumble against his lips. “Green.” You feel full, like this is how you’re supposed to feel all the time, this is your base state, and you’re going to spend the rest of your life trying to achieve this specific feeling.

“Good girl,” Santi murmurs and you keen at the praise, feeling insatiable, wanting more, clenching around him. He grins, registering your response. “You liked that? You like being told what a good job you’re doing, how good you feel around me..” he breaks off with a gasp, and your eyes close as Santi begins to move in time with his words, long, slow thrusts as he begins to put you together again, building you up, further and further, his thrusts speeding up gradually, the sound of his dick sliding into your wetness, and the slap of skin-on-skin loud in his room, mixing with your moans.

You lift your legs up, wrapping them around his waist, hooking one of your feet around Santi’s butt. They don’t stay there for long, one of Santi’s arms pushing one leg up your body, hand under your knee as he splits you open. The new angle hits something deeper in you, and you gasp, unable to move and at the mercy of Santiago.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, coming out of nowhere, your lower body suddenly clenching around Santi, arms straining against the handcuffs, as you try in vain to touch him. You tumble through it, muscles spasming as you fall under him. He keeps moving into you as you shudder below him, pulling you through with murmured praise and encouragement as another broken cry leaves your throat.

His thrusts start to get sloppier as he goes faster, losing his rhythm slightly and you can tell he’s near his end. As best you can, you start moving your own hips, grinding up to meet him, words of encouragement slipping past your lips. “Santi, you feel so good, are you gonna fill me up?” You coo, pouting a little, tugging your wrists a little for emphasis. “Please Santi, I want to feel you, come in me, please-”

You stop when Santi snaps his hips once more, with a groan of finality and you can feel his cum inside of you as he holds himself there, his cock pulsing within you. He presses a couple more gentle kisses to your neck before sliding out, and you hiss slightly at the pull on your sensitive folds of your pussy.

He leaves for a second, returning with a key and gently releasing your wrists. “Good girl,” he murmurs, massaging your skin. “You did so good for me.”

He helps you sit up, kissing your cheek before leaving again. This time when he returns, he has a wet rag, and a glass of water, which you take a sip from, not having realised how thirsty you were. He gently dabs the rag on the inside of your thighs first, and the two of you watch in slightly morbid fascination as Santi’s cum leaks out of you onto the rag.

“That’s kinda hot,” you comment idly, wondering if Santi fucked all sense of you.

He only laughs, wiping the mess away and cuddling up next to you. “Do you want me to do it again?” he asks as you lean into his arms, his hands wrapping around your wrists to rub circles into your skin.

“Yes,” you answer, probably too quickly but beyond caring.

“Good.”

There’s a pause, and you can tell Santi wants to ask you something, so you twist in his arms, kissing along his shoulder. The act feels small, and innocent somehow, despite your states of undress, as you try to reassure him.

“You were right,” you murmur near his ear, “Stranger was where I was going wrong.”

It takes him a second to piece your reference together, but then he grins, and it’s like he hung the sun in the sky. “Yeah? I took care of you?”

You kiss him again, this time on the lips, biting back your own identical grin. “Yeah.”

***

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[onlydreamofmysoul]

This and That (Wolfstar)

More from my Ao3! Heads up, this one gets smutty so if that’s not your thing then this might not be your fic. 

I hope ye like it!

Remus couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Because Sirius Black had gotten a lip piercing.

“Hey Moony.” Sirius smirked, apparently waiting to see how long it would take for Remus to react. It was the first day back at school after the Christmas break, Sirius had spent it why James and the Potters and Remus had missed him but they had written to each other every day.

But apparently there were some things Sirius had forgotten to mention.

“Hi Pads.” Remus finally ground out, realising a beat or two had passed and he hadn’t answered.

“Good break?”

“Yeah it was nice seeing mum and dad.” If Sirius wasn’t going to mention it then neither was Remus. Two could play at this game. “How about you?”

“Alright.” Sirius shrugged but grabbed Remus’s hand and tugged him closer, burying his face against Remus’s neck. Remus could feel the hard press of the warm metal against his skin and felt a little flutter in his core. Fuck.

“Missed you.” Sirius mumbled and Remus wrapped his arms tightly around him, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Well hello James, how lovely it is to see you.” James grumbled walking past two boys.

“Hello to you too James.” Remus chuckled, pulling away from Sirius and beginning to walk back to the castle.

“Is Peter back yet?” James asked as they jumped onto the stairs, just as they began to move, the stone sliding seamlessly through the air.

“No.” Remus answered. “I arrived a couple of hours ago and Peter isn’t due back until tomorrow.”

“Cutting it a little close, isn’t he?” Sirius commented and Remus forced himself to ignore the not-yet-familiar flash of metal on his face.

“Yeah.” Remus shrugged. “He barely even wrote to me over the break.” They stepped off the staircase and headed up to the Gryffindor Tower. “He must just be busy.”

“Maybe he’s found himself a girl.” James said suggestively, nudging Sirius lightly in the ribs. Sirius shoved him away in retaliation. Remus just rolled his eyes.

“Calla lily.” He said to the Fat Lady and the portrait swung open.

They stepped into the common room, quieter than it usually was at this time of the night - a lot of students had yet to return. James brightened immeasurably when he spotted a bright head of flame red hair across the room and he passed his trunk to Remus, half in a daze.

“Would you mind taking this upstairs for me please Moony?” He asked, but without waiting for an answer he had already begun to wander away, half in a trance as he wrapped his arms around Lily from behind. She just smiled and leaned back comfortably into the touch.

“They’re cute.” Remus mused as they trundled up the last set of stars to their dorm.

“Yeah, I suppose Lily was excited to see her boyfriend.”

Remus snorted at the not so subtle dig and opened the door, putting James’s trunk down by his bed.

“I suppose James would have told Lily if he did something like get a new piercing.”

Sirius pouted, his bottom lip popping out and highlighting that little silver ring. “I wanted to see your reaction.” He looked down at his feet, scuffing his shoes lightly. “I take it you don’t like it?”

Remus arched an eyebrow. “You’re right.” He said, stepping closer and he hooked his fingers under Sirius’s chin, lifting it so he could look into his boyfriend’s eyes. “I love it.”

A delighted surprise lit up Sirius’s eyes before he leaned up and pressed those lips against Remus’s before pulling away abruptly.

“Ow.” Sirius said frowning, a finger grazing the piercing lightly. “It’s still pretty tender.”

“You wanted to get out of kissing me that badly?” Remus teased as Sirius groaned, tugging him closer by the waist and burying his face in Remus’s chest.

“I would never have gotten it if I knew it meant I couldn’t kiss you.”

Remus chuckled softly. “I’m sure it’ll only be for a few more days.”

“It's already been two weeks. I’ve done my waiting.” Sirius lamented before pressing up on his tiptoes and trying to connect their lips. Remus laughed at the dramatics as he dodged his boyfriend’s eager lips, determined not to hurt him even if he had been dreaming about this moment from the minute they had been separated.

“I suppose we could figure something else out.” Remus proposed and Sirius pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” Remus hummed, already leaning down to nuzzle Sirius’s neck. “You can’t kiss me, but there’s nothing stopping me kissing you.”

Sirius’s hands tightened at his waist. “ I guess you’re right.”

Remus nipped Sirius’s earlobe, making the shorter boy gasp. “I thought I was always right?” Remus mumbled into his boyfriend’s skin. Sirius groaned, his hands tanging in Remus’s hair. “You are.”

Remus hummed in approval and grazed his teeth lightly over the spot where Sirius’s shoulder met his neck.

“You are such a tease.” Sirius gasped.

“How long do you think we have?”

Sirius quickly glanced at his watch. “Plenty of time. James is just seeing Evans for the first time in weeks and Peter isn't back yet so it's just you and me Moony.”

“Well in that case…” Remus muttered just before he attached his lips to that sensitive spot he had just been teasing and sucked what would become a deep purple mark there. Sirius gasped and his fingers tightened in Remus hair, tugging him closer. Remus licked a long column up Sirius’s neck, stopping only when he reached the top to pull Sirius’s earlobe into his mouth, smirking against his boyfriend's skin as Sirius inhaled sharply.

“I hate you.” Sirius whispered as Remus dragged his teeth along the shell of his ear and Remus chuckled.

“No you don’t.” He breathed, his hot breath caressing Sirius’s skin. “You love me.”

Sirius gasped and arched into his boyfriend's hands as another mark was made on his skin. “Yeah.” He panted. “I do.”

Remus pulled away slightly so he could look into the heavenly stormy swirls of his boyfriend’s eyes. “Merlin, I wanna kiss you.” He mumbled, his eyes flitting down to Sirius’s lips and… that piercing. Not to reiterate, but… fuck.

“Do it.” Sirius dared but Remus just smirked. “You wish, Pads.” He said, before occupying his lips with something a little more pressing than talking right now and kissing the hollow of Sirius’s throat. He pushed the leather jacket from Sirius’s shoulders and then tugged on his shirt. “Off.” He ordered and Sirius scrambled to follow orders.

Remus grinned as he stood in front of a now-shirtless Sirius. He ran his hands lightly over his boyfriend's pale chest for a moment but stopped when Sirius literally whined with longing.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“It’s been two weeks.” Sirius ground out. “Don’t pretend you haven’t missed this too.”

Remus swirled his tongue over Sirius’s nipple, not deigning to reply. Sirius gasped and reached around for something to grab on to, finally catching one of the bedposts. In truth, Remus had missed this, oh how he had missed this. But right now it wasn't about him.

He pushed Sirius lightly backwards until his legs hit on his bed and his knees buckled, pulling Remus down onto the bed with him. They collapsed onto the soft covers, giggling for a second as they kicked off their shoes until once again the mood was a tad more serious.

“Thought about you-” Sirius gasped, “Every day, every minute really.”

“Oh yeah?” Remus said, looking up for a moment from where he had been kissing a trail down Sirius’s navel. “What did you think about me doing?”

He bit Sirius’s side gently, the way he knew drove Sirius mad. “This?” He asked innocently. “Or… this?” He continued as he circled his tongue on the other boy’s nipple. “Or maybe even… this.” He breathed as he unbuttoned Sirius’s jeans and slid his hand into his boyfriend’s pants, palming his straining, hard cock through his boxers.

“Fuck Re.” Sirius groaned as his hips buckled up into Remus’s hands. “Give me a warning if you’re going to do that.”

“Oh but then,” Remus pouted. “I wouldn't get to see your face when I did something like… this.” He plunged his hand into Sirius’s underwear, eliminating the one, tiny barrier between them and grasped the velvety hardness as Sirius bit his lip, moaning, that goddamned lip ring gleaming. Remus smirked as he swirled his thumb over the tip of Sirius’s cock, his eyes never leaving Sirius’s face, savouring the bitten lip, every little gasp, the cute scrunching of his nose.

That same smirk still played on Remus’s lips as he lowered his mouth, his tongue darting up to lick the bead of pre cum leaking from Sirius’s aching member. Remus watched Sirius’s eyes fly open before clenching shut as he gasped, his fingers knotting in Remus’s hair and applying very slight pressure. Not enough to actually move Remus, but enough to tell him what Sirius wanted. Remus hummed and then without warning, he took Sirius’s entire length in his mouth.

“Fuck!” Sirius cried, not even caring if the entire Hogwarts castle heard him. “Re.” He whimpered and Remus looked up at him through lidded lashes. “Re.” Sirius panted again, “You’ve gotta stop unless you want me to come right now.” Remus hummed to indicate he had heard, but continued his ministrations, his nails scraping lightly over Sirius’s inner thigh, one hand holding Sirius’s hips down while his tongue swirled ceaselessly over the sensitive skin as Remus kept bobbing his head and the next thing Remus knew was the delicious sound of Sirius’s moan as his hips bucked and he spilled in Remus’s mouth.

Remus continued his motions for a moment or two more, stroking Sirius through his climax before pulling away and crawling up the bed so he could lie next to Sirius, studying his face as he came down from his high.

When Sirius’s eyes were clear again, no longer clouded by pure bliss, he reached over and unbuttoned Remus’s pants quickly, inhaling sharply at Remus’s straining cock. Remus watched as Sirius wrapped his long, slim fingers around him and found himself bucking involuntarily into Sirius’s palm. Sirius laughed a little when Remus climaxed after a few quick tugs but Remus just shoved his shoulder slightly as he cast a wandless cleaning charm.

“A little eager, Re?”

“Oh fuck off.” Remus scoffed. “As if you were much better. Besides, I’ve been dreaming about this for a while now.”

Sirius’s eyes darkened even as he tucked himself into Remus’s open arms, entwining their legs. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Ready to go again so soon Pads. Hm, maybe I’ll just have to prove my stamina this time.”

“Mmm, don’t worry Moony, I know all about your impressive stamina.”

“Good.” Remus found himself mumbling even as he giggled into Sirius’s neck and Sirius huffed a laugh from where his face was buried in Remus’s chest.

“I love you.” Remus whispered. “So, so much.”

Sirius’s grip on him tightened infinitely as he took a slightly quivering breath. “There aren’t enough words for me to describe how much I love you Remus Lupin.”

Remus kissed Sirius’s neck, where his lips rested as he began to drift towards sleep. “Can’t be as much as I love that fucking lip ring.”

[wonder-kid-pugh]

Waiting Long Enough - (Rose Lavelle x reader)

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!! I was thankfully able to finish this late last night (sorry I was busy and only got to post it now). I'm working on another one but I'm not sure if I'll get it finished for today but I'll post it as soon as it's done. But for now I hope you enjoy!!!

The idea of soulmates is great. Scratch that it's euphoric. I mean imagine having someone who was literally made to be with you. Someone to be there for the good and bad days. Someone who does the little things for you just cause. Someone who gives you that sense of calm when the world might be falling around you. The perfect partner who knows you better than yourself sometimes.

In theory

The idea of soulmates is brilliant. But there's the small fact you have to consider. The fact of you have to find them first.

That's the part Rose struggled with.

Now they did have some help. Everyone had the day they meet their soulmate tattooed on their wrist. So you could imagine the feeling when Rose's tattoo told her she would meet her soulmate on Valentine's Day of all days.

Rose couldn't believe her luck. It seemed like something out of a movie. When she was younger she would always imagine these romantic chance encounters that would lead to her meeting her soulmate. Like something out of a fairy tail. How she would meet her soulmate and would be swept off her feet for the love holiday and fall in love.

The thought of it sounded perfect except for one thing......

The tattoo told you the day....not the year

So it was a repetitive cycle of heartbreak as Rose would wake up excited for Valentine's Day only to be disappointed when she wouldn't meet her soulmate. She tried to stay optimistic but it was hard when year after year pasted only for her to remain single on her own having no one to celebrate the holiday with.

Now it wasn't fool proof. I mean there was plenty of other situations where the soulmate tattoo failed. There was Lindsey and Sonnet for example. Obviously they had both met at camp but they had never expected it to be one of their teammates. And Sonnett still to this day would have thought her soulmate would have been that girl at the coffee shop if it wasn't for a friendly game of Truth or Dare at a team bonding session which she was dared to kiss her the blonde colorado native which revealed their initials which burned underneath their tattoos.

It also didn't help that this year Rose had to spend Valentine's Day in camp surrounded by couples.

"Who shit in your cereal?" Kelley laughs as she see Rose glare at the Valentine's decorations that littered the meal room. "Shut it" Rose mutters as she stabs at her breakfast with her spoon. "What's up Rosie?" Alex asks as she sits beside her best friend. Sonnett laughs, "Yeah you don't look really in the loving spirit".

Rose just rolls her eyes, "Well excuse me that I don't feel up for celebrating Valentine's Day when I'm the only person on the team who hasn't met their soulmate". Mal gives the girl a small smile, "Sorry Rosie". Alex gives her a sympathetic smile, "I know it sucks but you shouldn't let that get you down. Who knows? Maybe today will be the day you meet them?".

But Rose lets out a sigh as she plays with her food, "I rather not get my hopes up only to be disappointed. Like every year". "Well what are your plans for the day?" Mal asks trying to stir away from the conversation of Love which was clearly upsetting the girl. Rose just shrugs, "Probably the same as every year I'll probably end up just watching TV and drown myself in junk food and wait until the day passes".

Sonnett scoffs, "How are you planning on meeting your soulmate if you don't even leave the hotel?" Rose just gives the blonde a look, "That is rich coming from the pair that thought that having the same tattoo was a coincidence. If it wasn't for Kelley daring you to kiss each other at Truth or Dare you idiots still wouldn't know". Sonnett pouts, "Harsh". Lindsey shrugs, "But true".

Kelley points her fork at the blondes, "I still expect to be godmother of your first child.....or your child be named at me I'm fine with either".

While the two blondes blush furiously, Kelley turns back to Rose, "They are right though". Rose just glares at the defender as she raises her hands in surrender, "Hey how do you expect the love of your life to find you if you don't even give them a chance?"

Rose huffs because as much as she didn't want it admit it, Kelley was right. The chance of her soulmate finding her while she was couped up in her room feeling sorry for herself was very unlikely. "Well what do you want me to do? Walk around wearing a sign saying, "Are you my soulmate?""

Kelley shrugs, "I mean if it works..."

Alex sighs and shakes her head, "And you were doing so well..." Kelley looks at her best friend hurt, "Hey!" Mal turns to Rose, "They're right you should do something tonight". Rose bites her lip she knew her teammates were right but after years of searching she really didn't feel like having another let down. Mal puts her hand on the midfielders shoulder, "Look some of us were planning on going to a club tonight. You should come with us".

Rose frowns, "I don't know Mal". Lindsey jumps in, "C'mon it'll be fun! Worst case scenario you don't meet them and you have a good time with us. Best case scenario you find your soulmate and you thank us forever".

Rose bites her lip as she thinks for a second before sighing running her hand through her hair, "Fine what do I have to lose". The youngsters cheer as Mal wraps her arm around her, "Tonight's gonna be fun!" Rose sighed

She could only hope so

...........

Rose soon realised early on that her friends were wrong. They had barely been in the club and hour and she had already lost her friends. Granted they had lost Lindsey and Sonnett 15 minutes after entering the club. Rose rolled her eyes thinking that they were no doubt making out in the bathroom right now or worst not that Rose wanted to think about the later.

All she knew is that one second she was dancing with Mal and the others and the next she suddenly couldn't see anyone. She felt like she had searched the entire club but couldn't find any of her friends.  Rose pushed her way through the crowd hoping to find someone at the bar hopefully (she knew there was a 50 percent chance Kelley would be there) only to be disappointed when she didn't find anyone.

Rose let out a sigh as she slips her phone out of her to text the girls but before she can even switch on the phone she feels someone sliding up to her. A bit too close for her liking. "Hey there". Rose looks up to see a man smiling at her. Rose had to hold back a wince as he looked her up and down with what could only he described as a predatory look. Rose could only give him a small smile before turning away slightly trying to text one of the girls. But obviously he didn't get the hint as he just leans closer into her, "You here alone?"

Letting out a sigh she turns back to him, "I'm sorry but I have to go". She pushes her way back to the entrance before leading the club. Rose starts to text Mal that she was leaving to go back to the hotel when she bumped into someone.

"Oof" she grunts as she stumbles backwards from the collision. But before she could fall arms wrap around her steading her. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry". Rose shakes it off, "It's fine. I wasn't looking where I was going".

But when Rose looked up she let out a small gasp

As blue met green it had felt like the world had stopped. It was like Rose had temporarily forgot how to breathe as she looked into the stunning green eyes that peered down at her. And they would have no doubt stayed like that if it weren't for the shout behind her.

Rose couldn't help the groan as she turned to see the same guy from the club had followed her out. He gives her a grin, "There you are!" Rose sighs before speaking bluntly, "Look I'm sorry but I'm not interested". The man didn't look a bit deterred though as he just shrugs with a smile, "You sure I can't change your mind?" Before Rose can even think about saying anything she feels someone wrap their arm around her waist, "I think she's okay". I look behind me to see the same person from before that I bumped into her.

The guy looked a little taken back before he shakes it off, "Well if you ever change your mind you know where to find me". He sends the soccer player one last wink because strolling back into the club. Rose scoffs before smiling at her saviour, "Thanks. I don't think he would have left me alone if you hadn't stepped in".

But the stranger just shyly rubs the back of her neck, "No worries. Consider it an apology for barging into your earlier". It was this time that Rose got a good look at her saviour. She was seemed to tower over her. Not as tall as Sam but still tall. She was wearing jeans paired with a tight muscle tee which showed off her biceps. But what drew Rose in was the soft green eyes. They were so gentle and caring.

Rose suddenly realised that she was staring and blushed brightly already feeling the heat pour off her face, "W-well uh t-thank you for the help. I'm sorry for bumping into you". She gives me a smile, "I-its no problem".

Rose bit her lip playing with her phone before smiling at her, "Uh well I better go". Rose was silently hoping she would say something to stop her from leaving but she only nods. The midfielder gives her one last smile before brushing past her. She couldn't deny that the simple contact sent shivers up her spine like a shock of electricity.

But Rose had only made it about 5 steps before she was called back. Rose had to bite her lip to try and stave off the smile before she turned back around. The girl was sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, "Uh do you mind if I walk you back? Just so I know you get there safely". But she immediately starts to stutter, "Uh unless that's weird. Yeah that's weird I-I'm sorry. Feel free to tell me to get lost".

But the poor girl was cut off by Rose giggling, "Yeah I would like that". She grins as she falls into step with the soccer player as they start the trek back to the hotel. It's quiet for a moment before the girl speaks up again, "I never got your name?" The midfielder smiles up at her, "Rose". She starts to chuckle making Rose tilt her head at her, "What?" She shrugs, "Nothing just that my name is Daisy". Rose couldn't help but snort, "Seriously?" She nods, "Seriously".

After that the conversation just flowed. The two were able to talk about anything and everything. Rose talked about soccer and her love of dogs which sparked off Daisy talking about her job as a vet. She even showed Rose some pictures of the animals she helped even if Rose mainly focused on the dogs.

But sadly it seemed that their time was up as they came up to the hotel. They stopped at the entrance neither knowing what exactly to do and both hoping to find some way of making this run longer. "Well this is me" Rose says quietly. Daisy just rocks on the balls of her feet, "Yeah.."

Rose bites the inside of her cheek hoping that something anything would happen to prevent her from going inside just yet. Rose had never felt more connected to anyone like this. Sure she had met people that she thought could have been her soulmate but none that gave her butterflies like this. But part of her held back scared of yet another failed attempt which she couldn't help after years of false hope.

But before she could even think of anything to say it was Daisy who filled the silence, "I-I know we've only met but c-can I try something?" Rose just silently nods as she watches the girl nervously step towards her. The soccer players breathe hitches as the taller girl cupped her face in her hands. But she couldn't help but lean into the warmth of her hand. Daisy searched her eyes looking for any bit of hesitance or doubt but when she found none she started to lean in. Both of them slowly started to lean until their lips met in a sweet and gentle kiss.

The kiss was unlike anything the girls had ever felt before. It would have gone on longer if no doubt for the burn they both felt on their wrists' making them pull back. Rose smiles down at the D.C now tattooed on her wrist forever more before looking up at her soulmate, "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that". Daisy just chuckles as she pulls out her wallet, "I always carry this in my wallet. It always felt right, I just didn't really know why until now".

Rose scrunches her face until Daisy hands her a  pressed flower....a rose to be exact. Rose smiles brightly before leaning back up to press another kiss to her lips. And that was the start of the story of Rose and Daisy. And their blossom relationship.

[amysteriousmessenger]

YOUR WRITING IS BEAUTIFUUULLL, i'm really happy that you're taking request so can i ask for prompt 8 'let's play spin the bottle' with Yoosung? nsfw pls 👀👀💞

I hope this is okay!! The rules of spin the bottle change from country to country, so from where I’m from it’s a mix of spin the bottle and truth or dare!! I hope you don’t mind me combining the two!! <3 TW: alcohol mention!

THIS GOT VERY LONG IM SORRY  *the song Zen strips to is Pony by Ginuwine

‘Let’s play Spin the Bottle!’ Yoosung Kim x Reader Headcanons (NSFW mention)

It would be at a weekend evening gathering consisting of the RFA members, just a casual Friday evening meet up in order to see everyone and have fun together. It was V’s house and since people were drinking, they would be free to stay the night if they didn’t want to travel home, or Jumin would arrange cars to take people home if they didn’t want to stay over. Obviously, Yoosung chose the latter and since you were visiting him at his University dorm, you were going to leave with him.

There was a little bit of light music in the background, since everyone had a very spread taste, the argument settled with just everyone voting on a particular decade of music and then shuffling a playlist of those songs. It worked, especially when the alcohol and food started kicking in as no one really paid any mind to it. Seven didn’t drink, but was more than content to be drunk off the atmosphere and the idea of a cooked meal.

After everyone was a little tipsy, Seven decided to be evil and suggest some party games. Zen was up for it. V seemed hesitant, but entertained. Yoosung thought some games would be fun, since he’s a child at heart, but Jumin and Jaehee needed a little more convincing. When Seven suggested Spin the Bottle, he had to explain the rules to Jumin, who in turn said that there should be a non-disclosure contract involved in such a game.

ANYWAY

You hadn’t played spin the bottle in a while, and you trusted these guys to not be assholes about the game. Everyone sat around the bottle (which was one of Zen’s empty beer bottles), which was easier said than done since Jumin didn’t want to sit on the floor, and you span first. It landed on Jaehee, she chose truth and you asked her if she had anyone she was romantically interested in. She muttered out a very tentative and flustered ‘y-yes’ and then quickly shut down Yoosung and Seven when they tried to press her for more information since it was only one question allowed. 

Jaehee spun the bottle and it landed on V, who chose dare and then had to bring out Jumin’s baby photos, much to the latter’s chagrin. V’s spin landed on Zen who chose dare, being the feisty one he is, but V couldn’t think of anything so forfeited his dare to Seven who told Zen to finish his drink, stand in the centre of the room and do a strip for thirty seconds to the song of Seven’s choice*. Needless to say, Zen fucking Went for it. He only ended up taking his shirt off, but he did throw it at Jumin. 

Zen spun the bottle and it landed on Jumin, who also chose dare. Zen dared him to not talk about his ‘furball’ for the rest of the night and Jumin begrudgingly agreed, since those were the confines of the game. Jumin’s spin landed on Seven, who also obviously chose dare. Jumin couldn’t think of anything except for ‘I dare you to leave Elizabeth the 3rd alone, you cat abuser.’ and seven agreed, but crossed his fingers behind his back so it didn’t really count. 

Finally, Seven’s spin landed on Yoosung, who also wanted to seem brave in front of you and chose dare. Big mistake. Especially since it was Seven and there was an immediate, evil, shit-eating grin that sprawled across the redhead’s face.  ‘I dare you to kiss ____. A great big one, on the mouth. You’re together now, right? No need to be embarrassed then.’ 

Yoosung’s face was BURNING. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his cheeks from where you were sat next to him. He tried to stutter out a response that the dare wasn’t fair on you because you might not want to do it in front of everyone, and Zen also vouched for your honour. Truth be told, you didn’t mind much. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but Yoosung was your boyfriend and you were waiting ever so patiently for your first kiss, but he hadn’t seemed to work up the courage yet. 

You turned, grabbed his warm cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. A big one, just as God 707 demanded. You actually heard Seven clapping and cheering in the background, and a couple of happy laughs from Zen and V. When you pulled away, Yoosung was a giddy loss for words. 

He spent the rest of the night working himself up over how warm and soft your lips were against his. It was his first kiss and oh god he just couldn’t stop blushing. Both Zen and Seven patted him on the back later on and told him Well Done, even though he didn’t really do anything.

When the party was wrapping up, the two of you got into the car that Jumin arranged to take you back to Yoosung’s dorm. You thanked everyone for the wonderful evening and V for his hospitality. Luckily, the driver had already put the car’s divider up so you and Yoosung had some privacy. 

‘A-ah, _____. About the kiss, you know you didn’t have to do it if you didn’t want to. I would have told Seven to quit it-’  - ‘Of course, I wanted to. Look, I’ll do it again!’ You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss, and another, and another. It was a little uncomfortable in the small car space, but each kiss felt more intense, hungrier as the moments went on. You didn’t even realise you had been making out the entire way back until the car pulled to a stop and the door opened to let you out. You had hoped that the driver couldn’t hear your breathy moans and whimpers, but he definitely saw your slightly puffed red lips.

- NSFW mentions from here on out - 

Yoosung is still a little nervous about kissing you, so he’ll let you take the lead when you get back to his dorm and will respond in whatever way you want him to. You keep kissing as you get into his room, you move his hands to your waist so he can hold you tighter and you slide your hands up his chest. 

He’s not had literally any romantic or sexual interaction before, so it’s not long until Yoosung gets a very flustered semi-erection. He breaks off the kiss and very quickly mutters that he should go to the bathroom before things go too far too soon and that his ‘stupid body’ needs to be considerate of your feelings. 

You needed to assure him that it was okay, and give him big puppy dog eyes and ask him if he needed any help with his ‘problem’. Yoosung would make absolutely certain that you’re comfortable with what’s happening, almost to the point where you have to say shut up and let me do this. And even then, he’s embarrassed that he got into this state. 

You don’t do too much, you just lightly stroke him through his jeans and move on to heavier palming motions when he starts to whimper into your mouth. It’s his first time having someone do it for him, so he cums pretty quickly. 

He’s embarrassed to have finished inside his trousers as such a grand age, but he’s so happy and flustered that you want to do such things with him. He’s shy, but he’ll try harder in future to take the lead!

[onechicagorpf]

Not A Stranger - Part 2

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Chicago Med intern)

Waking up in bed next to a random naked guy after a drunken night out usually sucks, but eh, whatever. you’ll never see him again, right? Well except this time, random naked guy turns out to be your ED attending’s little brother, so maybe you’re a little bit screwed…

Read Part 1 first here Read Part 3 here Read Part 4 here

Warnings: SMUT. Full-on, R-rated smut! Swearing, the usual cuss words. Dubious medical content, lol, because I don’t know a thing about medicine!

Your knuckles rap against the wooden door.

“C’mon, c’mon,” You whisper under your breath, your right leg shaking restlessly. Your heart feels like its in your throat, and you honestly feel like you’re about to pass out from either excitement or anxiety or both.

There’s soft footsteps on the other side of the door, and your back snaps straight.

Jay opens the door, a smile on his face, but his eyes quickly go wide once he sees you.

You don’t care.

You surge in, reaching out and cupping the back of his head, pulling him to you. You press your lips to his passionately, your other hand fisting his shirt. Jay’s hands land on your waist, the small of your back, and he’s almost tripping backwards by the force of you. In your head, you laugh at the fact that you’ve caught him off-guard, for the first time today.

You push forwards, moving further into the threshold of his apartment, still kissing him, but he stops. He grabs your arms and pulls away from the kiss, and you’re entirely confused.

Jay looks stunned and horrified, and you frown, opening your mouth to ask if you’ve made a mistake when you hear from further inside his apartment –

“Is that the pizza?”

You almost pass out.

Will.

Jay lets go of your arms and the two of you separate, putting a far-more-than-required distance between yourselves.

Jesus fucking Christ! The exact person I was trying to avoid! Does the universe just hate me?! What did I do to piss off God this much?! You’re screaming internally, and you kinda just want to rip your own hair out.

Will comes out of the kitchen, and you almost want to groan because he’s wearing a tee and basketball shorts and honestly, this is not how you want to see your attending. He looks fine, but you just feel like you’re seeing a version of him that you’re not close enough to meet yet, and it’s weird. Almost like this is exactly why the voices of your better angels were screaming at you to not sleep with Jay again?

Oh, and there’s also the fact that you’re really only here to blow his brother’s back out.

“Oh! Y/N?” Will’s brows are furrowed, and he freezes on the spot. “Is everything okay?”

“Uh…well,” You start, but your throat is dry and you’re not even sure what to say and you’re freaking the fuck out and –

“Actually, I invited her over.” Jay jumps in, and you turn to him, eyes wide, but trying to stay calm so you can play along. “We were chatting today at Med and she said she, um, wanted to talk to you and I thought you could…help her.” Jay says looking at Will, who turns back to you, concerned.

“Right, yes. I uh – I just, I keep thinking…about Toby Wilkerson. And his stroke. And about how I was this close to just not saying anything about his symptoms because I wasn’t sure, and he could’ve died.” You manage to get out, and my god do you feel like the worst doctor on the planet right now because the truth is you barely thought about Wilkerson since he got sent up to CT.

“Aw, that sucks. But trust me, every doctor’s been there at some point. Come on, let’s talk.” Kind Will, sweet Will, gestures to the couch and you throw your hands up, vigorously waving him off. “No, no, it’s fine I didn’t realise you guys were doing a thing and I don’t want to interrupt – ”

“Nah, don’t worry about that; we were just going to watch the Hawks game but – hey!” Will says suddenly, and you and Jay both look at him expectantly, immensely confused. “You’re a huge Hawks fan, right?”

Jay turns to you slowly, and you can see him begging you to say no, to just back out. Unfortunately, what he doesn’t know is that on your first day at Med, you came in wearing a Hawks scarf that Will pointed out, so you know there’s no way you’re getting out of this one.

“I…am, yes.” You manage to say without sighing deeply, which you very much want to do. Every second of this feels like divine punishment, perfectly crafted to suit your many transgressions in life.

“Alright, come on, let’s watch the game and then we can chat about Wilkerson during the intermissions.” Reluctantly, you and Jay make your way over to the couch and sit down. Right as the thought that this couldn’t possibly get worse passes in your head, Will obliviously plops down right between the two of you. At this point, you’re just pressing your lips against each other so that you don’t burst out laughing like a maniac at how perfectly ridiculous this all is.

Will leans forward to grab the remote and find the channel showing the Hawks game. You look over at Jay, on the other side. The younger Halstead looks back at you.

His eyes scan every inch of your body, from top to bottom, painfully slow like as if he’s mentally undressing you. Heat coils in your core and you swallow hard. Jay leans back against the couch and adjusts the crotch of his jeans subtly, but you notice. A small smile is on your lips, and you feel daring all of a sudden. Holding eye contact with Jay, you run your tongue over your bottom lip, getting it wet and glossy, before sucking it into your mouth.

“Okay!” Jay gets up suddenly, his voice loud. “I’m gonna – gonna go call the pizza guy and see where he’s at!” He goes straight to the kitchen, grabbing his phone on the way. You hold your laughter in.

“There we go,” Will says as he finds the right channel. “Hey, I’m gonna grab a cup of water, you want anything?” You ask and Will requests a beer.

Slipping into the kitchen, you see Jay’s got his back to you, and his arms are shoulder width apart, bracing the edges of the kitchen sink. His knuckles are ghost white, fingers clenching the sink like he’s trying to put a dent in it.

You line up right behind him, getting on your tip-toes so you can press a soft kiss to the back of his neck. Jay shudders, groaning, and you shush him.

“Keep it down,” You warn in a quiet whisper.

“How the fuck am I supposed to keep it down when you’re – fucking – ” Jay struggles, and you chuckle.

“When I’m what? Doing this?” You snake your right hand to the front of his body, letting your fingers softly – too softly – brush the front of his jeans. Jay bucks backwards into you involuntarily, swearing under his breath. His left hand grabs your wandering fingers and holds them as he struggles to get his breathing to settle.

“Y/N…I can’t – ” You turn him around so he’s facing you, and you can see him, see what you’re doing to him. Jay’s pupils are blown, his face is flushed, he’s sweating, and his brows are furrowed. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, and you place your hand over his sternum.

“Breathe, okay? Breathe. I want you to sit down, get through this hockey game, and once Will’s gone – ”

“Once he’s gone I’m going to fuck your brains out, you understand? Y/N, seriously,” Jay holds your chin, tilting your face up, and leans in, brushing his lips against your ear. “I’m gonna make you come all night long. You’re gonna be screaming my name, all night long. You’ll never want to fuck anyone else again after tonight. I’m going to make you mine, you hear me?” You want to nod, or say yes, but your thoughts are just so far gone you can’t. You suddenly feel Jay’s fingers pinching your right nipple through your shirt, and you can’t help letting out a throaty moan that Jay immediately stifles by sliding his thumb into your mouth. You wrap your lips around his thumb and start sucking fervently, closing your eyes but Jay grabs your jaw and pulls you off.

He’s got the dirtiest smirk on his face, after watching you so desperate for him in your mouth. “Easy babygirl, you’re the one that said we got a game to watch, yeah?” He murmurs, low. You begrudgingly nod.

The doorbell goes off, and Jay slides away from you. “I’ll get that!” He announces, and you take a deep breath, adjusting your clothes, before grabbing a beer from the fridge and heading back to the living room.

Thankfully, the one thing you haven’t lied about today is that you are genuinely a huge Hawks fan, so the game manages to keep your mind off of your…other preoccupations for the most part. It’s actually pretty fun, watching another side of Jay – the little brother who’s always ribbing at Will, who leans all the way forward when the Hawks get a powerplay, who tries to hold a whole pizza slice in his mouth so he can throw his hands in the air when they score.

The goal buzzer is going off obnoxiously, and Chelsea Dagger just starts to play. Jay grabs the pizza right before it slides out of his mouth and you just laugh. Will shakes his head. “Excuse my little brother – I promise our mother taught us manners and how to behave in front of women but he’s hit his head a lot over the years, so.” Will shrugs and Jay retaliates by punching his shoulder. “Can you please try and keep it together in front of my student and colleague, please?”

Jay rolls his eyes. “She’s not just yours.” Your eyes flash dangerously at Jay, who winks at you. Luckily, Will doesn’t spot either reaction, because he’s busy looking down at his phone that’s beeping. “She can be my friend too.” Jay adds.

“Yeah…maybe…” Will trails off, and you see his eyebrows drawn together as he stares at his phone.

“Everything good?” You ask.

Will slowly shakes his head. “Brittany Norwalk? The – ”

“- Peds vs auto that you looked at after lunch?” You interject.

“Yeah, they just tried to take her up for a thoracotomy and she couldn’t take the anesthetic so we’re going to have to go non-surgical…but apparently Lanik’s trying to get her shipped off to Lakeshore so we don’t have to keep a bed filled all night til I get back there tomorrow.” Will scoffs, and you just shake your head.

“No offense, and I know he’s your boss, but Lanik’s a complete dick.”

“Trust me, I’m with you on that.” Will replies, sighing. “So what now?” Jay asks and Will thinks about it for a moment. He turns to you. “You okay with it if we talk about Wilkerson tomorrow?”

Before you can say anything, Jay cuts in. “You’re going to Med? Now?”

Will throws his hands up in the air. “It’s the best course of action; I go down there, I can start the non-surgical procedure now, and frankly I’d rather do it myself because I’ve done it before.”

Jay’s eyes connect with you and you look away immediately. You know what he’s thinking. You also know he’s probably thinking the same thing as you – that there’s a patient whose welfare is on the line, so everything else needs to take a backseat now.

“You want me to come with?” You offer, and Will thinks about it.

“It’s fine, you should get some rest anyway. Wilkerson – ”

“Honestly Will, I feel okay already. I think I just needed to get my mind off of him somehow and – ” you gesture to the TV, where the Hawks have just scored another goal, “hockey and pizza’s done the trick.”

“And surely, the amazing company of yours truly?” Jay asks, leaning back against the couch with his hands behind his head, eyes practically twinkling. Both you and Will just stare at him, before you look at each other. “I’m scared to leave you alone with him.” Will says as he starts to grab his stuff.

“Calm down, I’ll give her back to you tomorrow in one piece.” Jay shoots back – which you highly doubt, by the way – and Will says that he better, before going into the bedroom to change.

There’s just silence, and a huge gap between you and Jay on the couch. Never having been one to be able to sit still for long, you fidget, bring your feet up onto the couch and hugging your knees. Jay doesn’t move at all, his eyes on the TV and it’s starting to unnerve you. What if he’s changed his mind?

Will comes back out, in pants and a proper shirt, and picks up his belongings before bidding his goodbyes and leaving. Once the front door closes, you turn the inside latch, locking it shut.

“So,” You start, shoving your hands in your back pockets as you stare at Jay, standing in the middle of his living room.

“So.” Jay parrots back, arms crossed over his chest. His face is neutral, and you can’t read it at all and it bugs you.

“You kinda talked a big game before.”

Jay shrugs, his green eyes fixed directly on you. “Just givin’ you an out if you’ve changed your mind. I wasn’t kidding about what I said before.” His voice is hoarse, deeper than it was before when it was you and him and Will all having fun. His eyes – they’re still, so fucking green but there’s a change. There’s something dark in them, and the thought of that only excites you.

“Make me scream your name, Jay Halstead.” You say, your voice sultry, and Jay comes undone.

He drops his arms and swiftly crosses the room to you, his hand grabbing your jaw as he crushes your lips with his. The two of you slam into a nearby wall, never separating, as you continue to kiss, stronger, deeper, more desperate. Jay expertly parts your lips with his tongue and you moan into the kiss. Running your hands down his body, you feel the lines of his abs through his thin cotton tee, and you catch the hem of it in your hands. Yanking it up, you and Jay part ways to get it off him completely.

Your eyes graze over the expanse of his body – his chest, his abs, his arms. You spot the little freckles dusted over his body, and you also spot the faint scars here and there, from a lifetime of fighting. You look up, and Jay’s watching you watch him.

Maintaining eye contact, you lean forward and start kissing his chest. Light, soft kisses, but as you travel downward, you increase the pressure of your lips on his skin, gripping his hips for support. Eventually, you’re down on your knees, your mouth right under his navel. Jay makes quick work of his jeans and you yank them down unceremoniously, along with his boxers. Jay’s thick cock bounces up, resting against his stomach. You look up from where you are, and you see Jay’s face – his furrowed brows, his open mouth – and you just smile.

You gently press your lips to the tip of his cock, adding pressure slowly. You lick the slit of his cock and Jay sucks in a sharp breath. His fingers run through your hair, still gentle but you suspect not for long.

You take his cock in your mouth, and you start bobbing up and down. With your right hand, you pump whatever your mouth can’t reach of his shaft, and quickly you get into a rhythm. You make sinful noises around his cock, your hand using whatever saliva is dripping down his cock as lube to stroke the base of his shaft. “Fuck, fuck…baby – ” Jay digs his fingers into your hair, grabbing all of it in his hand. You put your left hand over his, pushing, and he gets the message.

“Are you…sure?” Jay asks, out of breath, and you hum while your lips are still wrapped around his cock. The vibrations must have felt good, because Jay swears and involuntarily bucks into your mouth, and you can taste precum starting to leak from the head of his cock.

Jay grabs your hair, and your head, and slowly starts fucking your mouth. Thankfully, he quickly picks up the pace, and starts thrusting vigorously into your mouth. You gag on his cock, just like you wanted to, and every time his thick cock hits the back of your throat, you eyes tear up, but you fucking love it. Jay pauses when he’s fully in your mouth, letting you feel the massiveness of his cock possess what feels like the entirety of your mouth, before fully pulling out.

You gasp for air, breathing heavily, as saliva dribbles down your chin. Jay runs his thumb across your lips. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth, baby.” 

“I want…I want more…” You whisper, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock once again. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N – FUCK!” Jay starts and you cut him off by swiftly deep-throating his cock. “Fuck fuck fuck – fuck!” Jay repeats, grabbing your hair and fucking up into your mouth. You feel him tense up, as he slams his cock in and out of your mouth, and you hear him shout, and he stops, your nose touching the base of his shaft, his cock entirely in your mouth, and you feel hot spurts of cum down your throat. When he finally releases you, his cock is red and wet, glossy all over from your saliva and his cum.

Jay lifts you up and aggressively kisses you. You grab and pull on his hair, and he retaliates by squeezing your ass hard enough that you know there’s going to be bruises tomorrow. You pull apart, and he tosses you on to the couch. He surges forward, and together you two quickly remove all of your clothing as well. He pushes you so you lay down on his couch, and Jay quickly makes himself at home between your thighs.

Keeping your legs spread with his arms, Jay starts by peppering kisses from the back of your knee to your inner thigh on one leg, before switching to the next and starting all over again. You whine, fisting his hair in your hands to try and get him to touch you where you really want him, but Jay's working his plan the way he wants to.

"God, I love the fucking sounds you make." Jay murmurs, looking up at you. Your eyelashes flutter as he softly blows at your clit, and you can hear him smirking.

"C'mon, c'mon," You beg running your fingers through his hair. Your suddenly feel the forceful pressure of a tongue against your clit, and it's so sudden and so hard that you immediately jerk, hips bucking upwards. “Oh!” You shout, and Jay grabs your hips, holds them down, and starts assaulting your clit with his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yes, yes - please - uhhnnhh ahhh! Fuck - !" You moan, eyes squeezed shut as Jay softly sucks on your clit. You feel his fingers enter you, curling, stretching you out and you groan. With your free hand, you grab your right breast and squeeze yourself. You start getting lightheaded, and you know what's happening.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna come..." You whisper, and Jay immediately stops what he's doing.

"No, no, no no Jay please please fuck - " You whimper, trying to grab his hair to push his face back between your legs where he's certainly an expert.

He pulls himself up, bracketing you with his arms as he's face to face with you now. Bracing himself on one arm, he uses his right hand to brush away the hair on your face. "Shhh baby, I've got you, yeah? You're mine, and I'm gonna take good care of you."

With his hand around his cock, Jay slowly rubs your opening with the head of his cock. You moan, grabbing his face with your hands, begging him to fuck you. “Say you want me,” Jay’s pupils are so dilated, and he’s breathing heavy.

“I want you, I want you so bad, please, please – ” You whine, and he leans down and presses his lips to yours, soft and gentle. Your kiss is slow, and sweet – Jay runs his tongue over your lips and you almost want to start crying because of how good everything feels. You start feeling pressure between your legs, and you grab Jay’s shoulders to try and shift yourself down to bring his cock up into you. Jay just laughs at your desperation – “I’ve got you, Y/N...easy now,” – and slides his tip into you.

You let out a loud, dragged out moan, your back arching off the couch. “You’re so fucking wet, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Jay groans, sliding his entire cock into you easily. He’s buried to the hilt inside of you, and he starts thrusting gently. So slowly, that you can feel every inch of him against your muscles, your core. You rock back against him, your pussy clenching around his cock with every thrust. “You take me…so good baby…its like your body...was made to get fucked by me,” Jay whispers into your ear, before quickening the pace, harshly slamming his cock into you with every rapid thrust. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh god – ” You whimper, your voice breaking off into a high pitched whine as you throw your head back. Your whole body is bouncing with every of Jay’s thrusts, and you know you’re so close, so close, when Jay suddenly halts his movements.

You’re going to kill him.

“You – fucking – fuck!” You breath, trying to rock yourself on his cock, trying to build up the heat in your core again, but Jay pulls out of you entirely. “Fu – Halstead!” You shout, eyes flashing but the intense look in Jay’s eyes silences you immediately. 

“I’m not letting you cum until you’re screaming my name so loud all of Chicago can hear you, okay?” Jay’s voice is rough, deep and almost threatening, and you swallow hard. Eyelashes fluttering, you nod, your breasts softly bouncing as your chest rises and falls heavily. Jay grabs your arms and turns you over, so that you’re laying on your stomach. He presses his front to your back and moves your hair to the side. His lips roughly lay kisses over the back of you neck, between your shoulder blades, down your spine. You close your eyes, relaxing against his gentle movements. Eventually, his hands grip your hips and pull up, so that you’re on your knees, ass in the air, face pressed against the couch.

You feel the couch dip behind you, and you try to see what he’s doing, but you can’t, not from your angle. The suspense of it just makes everything so much more heated. You feel Jay’s left hand dig in to your left hip, and before you can even process it, you feel his cock thrust roughly into your cunt.

“Oh!” You shout, and Jay’s fingers dig into both your hips, and that’s the only warning you get before he starts pounding his thick cock into you. Obscene noises escape your mouth, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the sound of Jay’s thighs slapping against your ass resonate loudly in the room. You’re not going to be walking straight tomorrow, you know it, but it’s so fucking worth it because this feels so good, so amazing, so hot and it’s what you want and it’s what you need. Tears start spilling out of your eyes as you feel the orgasm you’ve been denied for about an hour now building again, stronger, heavier, deeper, and you start whining, whimpering, mewling.

Jay grabs your arms and lifts you a few inches off the couch, and you almost pass out because this new position gives him all the room he needs and more. Jay’s cock slams right where you need it to, and you feel like he’s fucking rearranging your guts at this point. Jay’s guttural moans are like music to your ears, and you feel your toes start curling, clenching around his thick cock.

“J – Jay, Jay, Jay! I’m coming, I’m com – JAY!” You scream, refusing to let his name part from your lips. Your vision whites out as you go over the edge, your body shuddering and twitching, and your orgasm slams into you so hard you feel like you’ve passed out. Jay slowly pulls out and gently releases your arms. He has to help flip you over because every part of you feels sorely fucked out and jelly-like.

Your eyes stay closed, and you’re drowsy, like you’ve been given every painkiller in the world. You vaguely hear Jay’s voice, and it feels like its in the distance, or as if your head is underwater.

“Hey. Hey,” Jay repeats, and you slowly open your eyes and you see him over you, watching your face with concern in his eyes. “Did I go too hard?” He’s worried, and you just slowly shake your head.

“Y/N, I – ”

You say something so soft Jay can’t make it out. “What is it, Y/N?” He leans closer. You just reach down between the two of you, and wrap your hand around his still erect cock that’s now leaking precum again.

Jay stiffens, but he grabs your hand. “It’s okay, I’m okay, let’s just make sure you’re fine – ” and he shifts to get up, but you stop him. Your eyes are wide open now, and while your head is still spinning, you’re a little more focused than you were 5 minutes ago. You send your right hand downwards, touching yourself and covering your fingers in your wetness. One of your fingers accidentally swipes against your sensitive clit and you twitch sharply, crying out, and Jay’s immediately holding you, worried. 

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” You murmur, and bring your slick hand up, wrapping it around Jay’s cock. Jay settles his forearms on either side of your head, bracketing you, and he presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. Smiling against him, you start working his cock, your hand rubbing against his stomach and yours. Jay’s so close already, so it doesn’t take too long before he starts moaning. He dips his head into your neck, swearing under his breath. “Hey, no, I want to see you Jay. Look at me now,” You say, and Jay wordlessly complies, lifting his head back up. You see how absolutely wrecked he looks – brows drawn together, sweat all over his face, and body, breathing like he’s running out of air – and you reach up with your other hand and brush your thumb against his check. “You’re so good Jay, you’re so good, you’re almost there baby,” You encourage him, and he nods. “I’m clo – close, Y/N, I’m so – I’m almost – I – uhn, fuck – I’m so close baby – ” Jay babbles softly, eyes screwed shut. You almost come again, just watching how gone he is. Jay sucks in a sharp breath when you run your thumb over his slit, and then he’s over the edge.

“Oh fuck – fuck, fuck – Y/N, Y/N!” Jay shouts, shooting hot cum over your stomach, your breasts. You press kisses to his neck, letting him settle down and regain his senses as he sags down against you. The both of you are slick with sweat, and half unconscious, so it’s a while before anyone moves or says anything. Eventually, the two of you decide you need to get in the shower, so you do.

The two of you stand under the shower water, and you run your hands over each other’s bodies, cleaning away the messes of Jay’s orgasm. Well, at least you do. Jay’s fingers keep peeling off to thumb your nipples, or squeeze your breasts, and you have to grab his fingers to stop him from being so handsy. He laughs –  a cheeky, I’m-not-sorry-at-all look on his face.

“So,” You start, looking at him.

“So,” Jay repeats, his lips curving into a smile.

“You kept your promise, I’ll say. Made me scream your name, fucked me so hard and so good I think you might have ruined everyone else for me,” You say, and Jay frowns. “Might have?” You just laugh softly, as does Jay, before his face drops the smile. “Seriously, though, are you okay? I went really hard on you – I swear, I didn’t mean to – I don’t know what happened – I just saw you there under me and I just – I lost my mind and you just looked so fucking good and I wanted to – ”

“Shh – Jay, look at me.”

His green eyes connect with yours, and your hearts warms with how full of concern and worry they are.

“I can take it. When it’s from you, I can take it,” You say, and then your heart’s beating like crazy in your chest because that right there? That sounds like its more than just sex. You’re not sure what this is, you’re not even sure if you should be doing this at all – Will’s still his brother and still your attending and having sex with Jay already screws stuff up but something more than sex? 

That’s just a recipe for disaster, right?

Thankfully, Jay doesn’t seem to realise that you’re starting to panic, and he just leans in, and holds your face in his hands as he kisses you softly. You relax, Jay’s lips moving against yours, with yours, in a delicate dance that has you forgetting all your worries and feeling safe and comfortable.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I do have ideas for a part 3, but I’ve also kinda left it so that this can be the end of this series, so I’m probably not continuing it unless y’all want me to! If you want to see part 3, please leave comments saying so! Thanks :)

[secretly-a-cold-blooded-murderer]

Meet the Folks (Harry Styles x Indian!Reader)

A/N: This is my first time posting an imagine; please do leave reviews, it would help me get better.

Summary: Harry meets your parents for the first time.

”Can you stop being so jittery? They are not going to kill you” 

“Ya’ don’t know that, they might as well”, 

“H my parents are not going to murder you; they might hurt you, but homicide is not really their style”, you winked and let out a little laugh. 

“Can you like not joke right now? Y'know how important this it to both of us”, Harry said in a tense tone, sweat beads seen on his forehead as he ran his fingers through his hair.

You had been dating for about a year now, and only recently had you told your parents about your boyfriend. Truth is, you were scared of their reactions when telling them about your relationship with the Harry Styles.

You came from a modest background and recently earned your medical degree after several years of hard work and all-nighters. 

Meeting Harry was a complete accident, literally; he got into a minor car crash and was rushed into the hospital where you were doing your internship.

It was not a meet-cute, the complete opposite really, involving a lot of blood, injuries, and the horrible hospital smell.

But being with him gave you a joy that not many people could match. It wasn’t always easy, a large chunk of your relationship was long distance and involved a lot of late-night calls, video calling sessions, and if all that failed, the good ol’ texting.

There were times when communication seemed impossible amidst his chaotic life as a singer and your busy schedule being a surgeon. But you made it work, because nothing sounded better than hearing Harry’s voice through your phone after a really long day of work.

You kept your relationship low-key and Harry being the way he is, always managed to deflect the questions during interviews which somehow always circled back to you. You already had a busy life and didn’t need the added stress of hate on social media, so you avoided it completely. 

But there was always a little piece of you that feared the day you had to tell your parents about Harry. You weren’t ashamed of him. But this relationship with him wasn’t something your parents would understand. You get it, they are your parents and they worry about you, which makes this so much worse. Harry is always under a spotlight, his personal life doesn’t seem all that personal, and he is away on tour for most of the year.

It took you a long time to gain the courage and tell your parents about him; they were not happy. You had to grovel and basically emotionally manipulate them to convince them to at least give him a chance.

So, on a plain Friday evening, you two were driving to your hometown, both silently praying that you make it out alive.

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“Touch their feet and greet them with a namaste; don’t ever call them by their names, it’s extremely rude; call them Sir-Ma’am or Uncle-Aunty. Remove your shoes on the doorstep and don’t talk about drinking. At all. What else am I forgetting?” you counted on your fingers all the dos and don’ts of meeting Indian parents.

“Weren’t you supposed to be the cool one? You should be calming me down, it’s my head they’ll be coming for”, Harry’s frown deepened and he wiped his clammy palms on his jeans. So you tried to keep your nerves calm and decided to lighten the mood, seeing you fast approaching your place. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone touch even a strand of your hair. But seriously H, I know my parents mean a lot to me, but you’re also starting to really grow on me and no matter what happens tonight, you won’t be getting rid of me anytime soon”, this was the first time throughout the whole ride that you saw Harry’s frown disappear slightly and his shoulders relax.

Your mother opened the door and greeted you with a big smile and an even bigger hug; she then turned to Harry, who instantly dropped down to her feet, and shrieked ‘Namaste’. Her shoulders tensed up and she let out a little gasp, freaked by Harry’s sudden movements but when understood the situation, gave him her blessings.

You looked around your house, which hadn’t changed one bit since you moved out all those years ago. You could almost see a younger you running around this place, wearing your mother’s makeup and pretending to be Madhuri Dixit; you felt your lips curving upwards. 

Your parents didn’t want you moving out, saying it wasn’t your tradition. But you knew you wanted to see more of the world and figure out the life you wanted for yourself.

You sat down next to your dad on the sofa, who was watching the television and hadn’t even turned around to see you. You knew he was not the happiest with you being with Harry and you planned on changing that.

“So, this is the way you’re gonna be tonight? Not even going to say hello to your lovely daughter?” you smiled a little. Your dad turned to face you, his mouth set in a hard line and not even sparing a look at Harry who had been standing at the entrance of the room, “So you finally remember your old man? Thought you had forgotten me with the way you have been acting”.

“What are you talking about, you oaf? I visited you last weekend. I admit I haven’t been partaking in our nightly phone calls that often but that does not give you enough reason to be angry with me Papa,” your dad just rolled his eyes in response, “Now meet Harry, he has been really anxious about this meeting”, you gestured to Harry asking him to come forward and settle down on the couch in front of you.

Harry offered a meek namaste to your father who just grunted in response. “So, heard you just wrote an album about your ex-girlfriend?” your dad glared at him, daring him to offer an explanation. You felt a little weird, kind of embarrassed that this was your dad’s first question to your boyfriend.

Harry glanced at you for a second before calmly responding to your dad, “Sir, uhh my album is about the changes I went through as a person an’ like how my experiences have helped me grow from who I was a few years back, those moments just happen to involve a person I was with during those times. But I asked your daughter’s permission before making this album and wouldn’t have gone forward with it if she was uncomfortable at any point during the entire process. I really respect her and wanna make sure she is as much a part of this journey as I am”.

You could swear you almost had a few tears in your eyes, even your dad’s glare softened, not that he would show it to Harry. Harry sat up straighter and maintained eye contact with your father. He seemed more confident than he had been ever since you told him about this meeting.

Your dad cleared his throat, “you do give a good monologue, just make sure to be an even better partner to my daughter; if she ever comes to me crying because you hurt her, not even your god would be able to save you from my wrath”, he puffed out his chest, wanting to seem a little threatening.

Harry didn’t seem a bit fazed and just replied with a “You’ll never have to worry about that sir, I’m in love with your daughter and would rather die before letting anything happen to her”.

It was at this moment that your mother announced dinner. 

The rest of the night went pretty smoothly. Your parents asked Harry about his hometown and family and his life as a musician, actually making an effort to get to know him, he in turn asked them about your childhood stories. 

After dinner, Harry helped your mother wash the dishes, while you stayed back with your dad. “Thanks, Papa, for giving Harry a chance. I know it wasn’t easy for you considering he’s not, y’ know from our background. I really appreciate it.”

Your dad gave you a tight hug “I love you, Beta and I always want what’s best for you, even if it’s a white boy. I can see he really loves you, it’s hard not to. Just be careful, his world is way different than ours. Don’t let him make you do things you are not comfortable with and don’t let him take away your voice”, you could just give him a nod. You saw a slight sheen in your dad’s eyes. He hardly got emotional and so to see him be vulnerable, made you want to cry. 

Following your talk with your dad, you gave Harry a quick tour of your house, swiftly avoiding the more embarrassing nooks of your room.

It wasn’t long before you left your house, spending another half hour at the front door saying good byes.

The ride back home was mostly quiet; the radio playing the top 20 hits filled in the calm silence. 

You didn’t realise when you had drifted to sleep, but the last thing you remember is Harry humming along to a song and a quiet whisper, most definitely not meant for you to hear, “I can’t wait to marry you”.

[sidemenimaginesss]

one dare - harry lewis

requested: yes - “Hi! May I request Harry with 31, 40, and 41. Or...whichever of the three lol. Make it whatever genre you want! Have a great day!”

“hello :) can you do number 40 on the requests with Harry? And could you do it where they are not already in a relationship? Love your stuff!!”

prompt 31: “how long have you been standing there?”

prompt 40: “stop saying things that make me want to kiss you”

prompt 41: “oh my god! you’re in love!”

summary: you have liked your best friend harry for a long time now, but is the feeling mutual?

wordcount: 2417

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it was only the beginning of something great, and all it took was one dare.

it all started when you and your friends were all hanging out together. the boys had invited everyone to come around to their house and just chill for a bit.

everyone was gathered around in the living room at 8 pm, scattered along the couches and chairs in front of the tv, which played some random sports game in the background.

sitting next to your friends simon and his girlfriend talia, you felt a bit left out and like a third weel, but you went with it nonetheless.

you were quite bored, not being in conversation with anybody, and every so often you’d sneak a glance at harry, who was sitting across from you. he was wearing some black sweatpants paired with an oversized pink hoodie, which made him look very soft and comfortable. he was in conversation with cal, and every time his face brightened in response to whatever cal was telling him, your own smile grew slightly. you knew you liked harry, but you had always brushed it off as just a crush. you had known him for a long time and wouldn’t want to ruin the friendship anyway, so you just kept it to yourself, hidden from everyone else.

well, that was, until simon poked your cheek and winked at you. you frowned at him in confusion and looked over to talia who had abandoned him and was excitedly talking to freya - josh’s girlfriend and another one of your friends - leaving simon to observe the room on his own.

“what is it?” you asked, when he kept staring at you in a weird way, moving his eyebrows up and down. “oh you know, just saw one of my friends checking out one of my other friends, no big deal,” he smirked, and your eyes widened.

“uh, simon, what are you talking about?” you tried to play it coy, but you’ve always been a bad liar, and your cheeks reddening said enough. you got caught.

his eyes turned to slits and you rolled your eyes back at him. abruptly, he stood up and pushed his chair back with a loud noise, making everyone in the room turn their heads to the two of you. “we’re just gonna go get some snacks,” simon shrugged the stares off and everyone continued their conversations. simon grabbed your hand and pulled you with him whilst you caught harry’s eye, who quickly averted his gaze.

against your will, you followed simon to the kitchen where he sat you down at the table whilst he rummaged through some cupboards.

“okay, so please explain to me how long this has been going on for and why you never told me!” he exclaimed, and you immediately hushed him, reminding him of everyone’s presence nearby.

you sighed, “i’ve just always thought he was cute and i guess i have had a little crush on him for a while now... but you cannot tell him!”

“i’m not going to, but you have to tell him! it’s not like you’re in love with him or anything,” simon said and turned back around to face you. you sheepishly grinned at him before closing your eyes and bringing your hands to your temples, giving him a little time to process your silent answer.

“oh my god! you’re in love!” simon happily concluded and you cringed in return. you were about to speak up when you saw simon’s face turning pale, his eyes full of shock, staring behind you. you turned around in your chair, following his gaze towards the door opening, revealing harry standing against the doorpost. your heart faltered but you quickly composed yourself, giving him a tight lipped smile.

“hey guys, uh, i was just checking if everything was okay?” harry asked concerned. “how long have you been standing there?” you asked in reply, and he looked to the ground before meeting your eyes again.

“like, 2 seconds. are you okay? you look a little pale,” harry walked over towards you and sat down next to you, your heart speeding up immediately.

”yeah! no totally. we were just getting some snacks. want any?” you shoved a bag of crisps in front of his face, quickly shooting simon a silent ‘help’.

harry’s giggle made you turn back to face him, whilst he pushed the crisps out of his face. “i’m good, thank you,” he smiled at you. a few seconds passed of the two of you just fondly looking at each other when simon accidentally opened up a bag of crisps a bit too loud, ruining the moment. well, the moment your mind was tricking you into happening, because you were just friends with harry, nothing else.

you opened your mouth to say something and closed it again, breaking eye contact with harry and standing up to open some random cupboards (which simon definitely already checked whilst you were in conversation a second ago). “uh, well we’ll just be back in a second then harry, if you don’t mind,” you said, your back facing him.

a second passed and you heard an almost unnoticeable sigh escape his lips when he stood up from his chair and answered, “alright, in a bit.”

you made sure to stay faced away from him until you heard the door click and turned around to look at simon angrily. “that was way too close. thanks for that, loser. i hate you so much,” you jokingly frowned at him, making him laugh out loud.

-

after bringing back some food to the rest of your friends, the night continued just like it had before. except, this time, you weren’t the only one who knew you liked harry. and simon was getting on your nerves.

he was trying to convince you harry liked you back, but you weren’t going to fall for that. you didn’t want to get your hopes up for nothing anyway.

“you have to tell him! i never realised it, but i’m like ninety nine percent sure he’s into you too. everything just makes sense now. his body language and everything-“ simon said and you rolled your eyes, cutting him off, “okay doctor phil you’re taking this too far now. can we please stop talking about this?”

before simon could tell you no, your conversation luckily got cut off shortly. “hey guys can we play like some drinking game? truth or dare? i’m bored,” cal suddenly groaned out in frustration, and everyone else shrugged in response, down for whatever he had in mind.

“i’ll get the booze, can someone put on some music? no one’s watching tv anyway,” josh answered, and tobi went over to control the speakers.

once everyone’s cups were filled, everyone sat down in a circle, and you somehow ended up in between harry and simon (how’s that happened then?). who wants to start us off?” vik asked, and simon jumped in from your right, “i’ll ask someone first,” he grinned, and looked you in the eye, “truth or dare?”

your nervously wiped your sweaty hands onto your jeans and answered, mentally preparing yourself for whatever simon was planning on doing. “i’ll go with a truth.” “have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?” simon smirked, and you felt your cheeks heat up in response. “i- uhm- yeah,” you answered softly, and everyone erupted in ‘oooohs’. you made sure not to meet harry’s eye and sent daggers to simon instead. “who was it then?” ethan asked, and you shook your head, “only one question allowed! so, moving on,” you grinned, gaining confidence again. “ethan, truth or dare?”

-

a few more rounds went by and people - including you - were getting more drunk by the second. simon had just told you harry had been sneaking glances at you the entire night, even though you had been avoiding looking him into the eye. his presence alone made your knees weak. so you downed your drink, even though you hadn’t been dared to do so or whatever. you needed this right now.

and that’s when things got interesting. “harry, if you were to kiss anyone in this room, who would it be and why?” vik asked harry and your head snapped up to look at simon who met your eyes at the exact same time.

“oh, i- uh i don’t know if i wanna answer that, you know,” you slowly turned to your left and looked at harry’s rosy cheeks. harry met your eye for an unnoticeable split second, looked away, and quickly downed his entire drink.

the circle once again erupted in ‘ooohs’ and ‘what are you hiding?’. harry shook his head, “i just- no. moving on, please!” he said with a sloppy, drunk grin on his face.

he put his arm around your shoulder and said, “i feel like you have barely even been asked any truth or dares! so, what’s it gonna be?” he smiled.

you could feel your heart beating in your chest just by his friendly touch. “let’s go for a dare,” you gulped under his intriguing gaze. he seemed to be in deep thought for a second and snapped out of it by saying “i can’t think of anything, guys help me out please.”

you sipped on your drink and looked over to jj, who suggested you give someone a lap dance, which you absolutely refused to do. “i’d rather do the stupid childish seven minutes in heaven than that!” you said, and immediately regretted it, when simon winked at you. “seven minutes in heaven it is!” simon giggled, “any volunteers?”

when no one answered, simon picked jj, and you looked at him with wide eyes. the two of you stood up when harry suddenly stopped jj, “i’ll go instead, if that’s okay with you?” he searched your eyes for an answer, and you nodded shyly. “alright, see you in seven minutes, have fun!” jj suggestively yelled after the two of you.

-

maybe it was the large amount of alcohol in your system or the way harry was looking at you, but you felt your heart beating in your chest ten times faster than usual. the two of you were stood close inside the smallest room of the house in which you could still hear tobi’s music playing softly. both of you were feeling dizzy and warm inside.

you decided to break the silence by asking him the question that was on your mind ever since you stood up, “why did you volunteer after all?”

harry met your eyes, grinned, and nervously looked to the floor, “i just don’t want you in here with jide, you know how he can be.”

“jj and i are friends, he’s always just joking around and would never do anything i wouldn’t want him to do, you know that right?” you frowned at him, making him look up to you.

he sighed and brushed a hand through his hair, making it look even messier than before. “i guess i just couldn’t imagine anyone else in this room with you other than me.”

the dim light in the room was the only thing lighting up the features on both of your faces, but it was enough to help you realise harry wasn’t lying. “harry?” you breathed out carefully. you remained silent, admiring all his features from up close, your eyes looking at his lips and back to his eyes.

in response he raised his chin and studied your face. somehow, he ended up inching even closer towards you, noses almost touching. “hi,” you croaked out softly.

harry smirked and answered, “hey. have i ever told you how pretty you are?” you rolled your eyes and laughed in return. “stop saying things that make me want to kiss you,” you said, your eyes widening after you realised what you had just said.

harry’s breath audibly got stuck in his throat, his eyes searching your face, and eventually locking onto your lips. he moved a piece of your hair behind your ear and softly grabbed your jaw, moving your lips onto his.

your heart was racing and your hands found their way into harry’s hair, kissing him back like your life depended on it. never in a million years did you expect this to happen.

you pulled away after a minute to take a fresh breath of air. still panting, you looked at harry and smiled, whilst he smiled right back at you.

“you’re drunk,” you told him. “so are you,” he answered. “you’re the only one who will regret this in the morning though,” you frowned.

his whole face became soft, and he shook his head, “if you hadn’t noticed before, i’ve been in love with you for ages. i just thought you secretly liked simon or whatever, uh, yeah. i thought i never stood a chance with you anyway. you’re out of my league, too!”

you kissed him again in response, and pulled away only to answer, “i didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and i was so sure you weren’t interested. simon found out tonight and we were talking about you when you walked into the kitchen. i can’t believe this is happening.”

“neither can i, but i am glad it finally is,” he smiled at you, sparkle in his eyes, and went back to kissing you softly.

the two of you forgot about everything whilst being in each other’s presence, the seven minutes passing by quicker than any of you wanted, and soon enough the door to the room you were in opened, revealing jj. you pulled away from harry quickly, giving jj a sincere but awkward smile. harry ruffled his messy hair and looked jj up and down. “time is up! looks like you had fun,” he grinned.

none of you answered, and you bit your lip, awkwardly waiting for someone to say something. “so should we get back or...?” jj asked impatiently, and you looked at harry, who nodded at him.

harry grabbed your hand and gave you a quick smile, following jj back to the party.

the rest of the night, you remained next to harry’s side, giving each other soft and genuine smiles. everyone noticed how close the two of you were (and how both of your lips were red and plump), but no one decided to comment on it. and neither did you. after all, it was only the beginning of something great, and all it took was one dare.

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B19 “You smell really nice”

The rest of your friends have long since retreated inside. You can’t really blame them, it’s starting to get late and, what had began as a warm summer evening was quickly becoming much cooler.

It’s hard to care about any of that though. You can barely feel the cold night closing in on you when the little bonfire is still crackling away in front of you and Michael Clifford is sitting cross legged on the grass beside you.

The beautiful man that you’ve had a crush on for forever, looks particularly cute tonight. He looks soft in his black jeans and the oversized black hooded sweater he’d just shuffled into. His golden hair is ruffled from where he’d pulled the garment over his head and somehow makes him look even more adorable.

You’re sort of annoyed with yourself, if you’re entirely honest. After all, Michael is just a man - simply a friend of a friend that probably doesn’t even deserve all of the space in your mind that he takes up on a daily basis. Despite being generally a pretty logical person, you can’t give into your sensible side on this. The undeniable truth is, you’ve never been this hung up on anyone before.

Michael’s eyes are twinkling prettily in the firelight as he gestures with his sweater paws. He’s telling you about one of the many times he and his friends had gotten up to some drunken mischief. You can’t really concentrate on his words, though. The fact that you’re finally alone with your long-term crush is the only thing your mind will focus on as your gaze drifts once again to Michael’s full, pink lips.

“…and then Luke fell over this low wall and all the rest of us could see was his lanky legs sticking up like massive twigs with sparkly boots on the end of them!” Michael giggles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the strength of his merriment.

You allow a little laugh to slip past your own lips but you’re mostly just staring at this beautiful man next to you, unable to think of anything to add to the conversation.

Even after his laughter dies away, Michael’s wide smile remains on his face as he turns slightly to meet your gaze. The firelight casts flickering shadows over his handsome face, but he’s close enough that you can still appreciate every small detail, from the shape of his cute nose to the exact shade of his sparkling green eyes.

It’s hard to tell how much time passes. You’re sort of entranced by the soft eye contact and it’s only when Michael’s smile fades, that you realise the length of silence passing between you is now bordering on uncomfortable.

You drop your gaze, slightly embarrassed by the undoubtedly dopey expression on your face. You fiddle nervously with the cuffs of your denim jacket, hoping that Michael assumes your silence is due to anything other than the all-consuming admiration you have for him.

“You look a little cold.” Michael mutters, his voice sounding uncharacteristically shy.

You can’t quite bring yourself to meet his eye again, worried that you’ll end up actually drooling or doing something else that’s equally as embarrassing. You simply nod distractedly, feigning interest in the flickering flames in front of you. In your peripheral vision, you notice Michael shuffle closer to you, his movements hesitant and a little clumsy. You fight to keep your gaze aimed at the bonfire, not sure how to deal with the feelings building in your chest as Michael tentatively wraps one arm around your shoulders.

Unable to form words you simply lean into his hold, ensuring that he knows the contact is more than welcome. For a long moment the only sounds come from the burning wood a few feet away from you and you try to use it to ground you, afraid that you’ll actually panic if you allow yourself to fully believe what’s happening.

Despite the otherwise comfortable silence, a slight awkwardness is lingering beneath the surface. Having not spoken for quite some time now, you know it has to be you that starts the next conversation. Unable to think of anything particularly smart or funny to say, the words “you smell really nice…” tumble from your lips.

Your instant regret at letting the borderline creepy comment come out of your mouth, fades a little as Michael chuckles, the beautiful sound giving you the confidence to lift your gaze back to his face. “It bodes well that the smell of beer and bonfire smoke impresses you.” He chides, stroking your shoulder soothingly over your jacket.

You automatically raise an inquisitive eyebrow, unsure of what he means. It’s hard not to wonder why he cares at all what would impress you.

Michael’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pale pink as he suddenly becomes shy again. “It’s just that… Well, I’m having a few friends over to my place next Friday and I kind of hoped you’d come.” He babbles, clearly nervous. “But all that we really do is sit around a fire in my back yard and drink beer so…”

“That sounds nice.” You smile, somehow mustering the presence of mind to help him stop bumbling. “I’d love to come to your fire and beer… thing.” You laugh at your own idiocy but luckily Michael giggles along with you.

“That kind of makes it sound like a drunken ritual or something.” He laughs. “I promise we don’t like… try to summon demons or anything.”

You give an exaggerated pout, feigning disappointment. “Damn, maybe I won’t bother then, I was only interested in the ritualistic element.” You joke, surprised at how quickly your nerves are vanishing now that you’ve mustered the courage to speak in the first place.

“Well I plan on ordering pizza, if that helps to convince you to come.” He shrugs, his smile reaching his eyes again. “I’m also known for my amazing snack and alcoholic beverage options so…”

“In that case, I couldn’t possibly refuse.” You concede, all too aware of the slight smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “I’m always up for a good pizza, even when it’s not accompanied with supernatural rituals.”

Michael lets out a little laugh as he rests his head against yours. “Well that’s good to know, I can’t say I’m well practiced in the dark arts.” He mutters, staring to the flames of the bonfire yet again.

Another long moment of silence passes between the two of you but it’s much more comfortable this time. You muster up the courage to wrap your arm around his waist, keeping your bodies as close as possible. You can always argue that it’s solely for the purpose of keeping warm if Michael calls you out on it.

He doesn’t, though. He simply tightens his hold on you, silently confirming that he’s happy with the contact before he speaks again. “We should probably go inside soon.” He mumbles quietly a few moments later. “It’s getting pretty cold out here.”

You whine sadly, stubbornly refusing to move first because that would mean untangling your fingers from the back of Michael’s sweater, and that’s not something you want to do just yet. “It’s nice out here, though.” You argue lightly. “I can actually listen to your stories without straining to hear you over Calum and Luke arguing loudly about who can down the most shots of tequila in under a minute. Also, that ended in a huge pukey mess last time… I’d rather not see that again!”

“No!” Michael groans lowly. “I’d forgotten you were there that night!” He grumbles, a deep blush colouring his cheeks again. “I was so fucking drunk, I made a complete fool of myself.”

You giggle, remembering Michael’s scrunched up, sweaty face as he enthusiastically played air guitar to old metal music with Ashton, your mutual friend. “You were just having fun!” You insist lightly. “It was actually really adorable.”

Surprisingly Michael’s blush deepens even further and his bashful little grin makes you far less self conscious about the daring words you’d just spilled.

“You think I’m adorable?” He asks nervously, pulling back a little so that he can look you in the eye.

You give him a small nod, complete with a slightly hesitant smile that’s probably bordering on a smirk. “Very adorable, actually.”

The eye contact you’re sharing becomes tense and your heart practically jumps into your throat when Michael’s gaze drifts momentarily to your lips. “That’s not usually a word people use to describe me.” He mumbles, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Well, you’ll learn very quickly that I’m not like most people.” You shrug, fully aware that you’re definitely smirking now.

“I’ve already noticed that, actually.” He chuckles softly, “that’s why I’d um…” he swallows hard as his eyes become wide like he’s scared of finishing his sentence.

You smile encouragingly, finally detangling your fingers from his sweater in favour of brushing a strand of his golden hair out of his face.

“That’s why I… why I’d like you to come to my party as more than my friend…” Michael blusters, his words running into one another in an anxious ramble.

Your heart is beating out a fast rhythm in your chest, is Michael really trying to… before you can even finish asking yourself the question he takes a deep breath and continues his sentence a little slower. “What I’m trying to ask is, would you come to the party as my date?”

The smile that bursts across your face couldn’t be bigger as you nod. “I’d like that.” You confirm, your cheeks already hurting from smiling hard.

Michael returns your grin, clearly relieved that you’d said yes. It’s obvious that neither of you really know what to say next and a slightly awkward silence descends around you.

Ultimately you opt to break the tension yourself, concluding that Michael is far more shy and awkward when it comes to this stuff than you’d imagined. “Does that mean I’ll get first dibs on the pizza and beer?” You ask, hoping the lighthearted comment will help Michael relax a little.

“Definitely.” He replies brightly. “I’ll make sure you benefit from all of the ‘I’m dating the host’ perks.”

You giggle like a giddy child and shuffle closer to Michael again, already missing his body heat. “I think the biggest ‘perk’ of dating the host, is that the host will be you, actually.” 

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Steve Rogers x Reader - Flustered

Steve doesn’t think you’ve noticed the lingering stares or the odd pants-readjustment whenever you guys trained together, but you have. And you’ve made it your mission to get Steve to act on it. 

Warnings: (eventual) smut, teasing, clueless steve, angst, virgin!Steve, first time

Hold onto your hats coz this is a long one! (but all the juicier...)

He thinks he’s being subtle, bless him, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes would linger on you as you walked away, or how he would straighten up when you entered the room.

You especially noticed when he had to, ahem...self-adjust... after a one-on-one training session. You always had great banter, and sure, you had a major crush on the guy, but who didn’t? 

It didn’t help that Natasha was certain he was into you too, but you never let yourself think that, lest you get hurt in the process. 

But then one training session, everything changed. 

You and Steve were sparring in the gym, your second favourite thing to do with him, directly after teasing. Sometimes you got lucky and could combine them both.  Those were always the best nights, so that’s what you were doing.

“Come on, pretty boy. Show me what you got.” You smirked at Steve and beckoned for him to come at you with two fingers. He rolled his eyes at the nickname, but there was no malice behind it. You’d been calling him that since the first time you met him: when he pulled you out from beneath the rubble of a Hydra base in eastern France. 

He shook out his shoulders and attacked, but you had him pinned instantly, his cheek pressed against the mat and his arms held by you behind his back. You huffed in annoyance.

“You never go hard with me. You’re not going to break me, you know.” He let out a strained laugh. 

“My momma told me never to hit a girl.” He retorted, and you pushed down hard on his back in response, constricting his air flow.

“But what if it’s in self-defence? What would your momma say to that?” You countered, frustrated at the Captain’s composure that never seemed to slip. 

“There’s no disagreement that cannot be settled with stern words.” He joked, knowing damn well that good uses of a well-aimed punch, but he still refused to give in to you. 

Smirking, you leaned over his broad back until your lips brushed against his ear. “Well, what if I’m the bad guy, and I really want to hurt you?” You asked, feeling his muscles tense beneath you. “Heil Hydra.” You hoped it would tip him over the edge, but you weren’t prepared for him to suddenly flip the two of you until you were the one pinned under him.

He gripped your hands above your head with one hand, his other was gripping your jaw mercilessly. His hips pinned your own to the mat, and you could tell you weren’t the only one extremely turned on. 

His wide eyes showed that he was also shocked at himself for losing his cool, but you were too ecstatic to care. 

“That’s what I’m talking about! There’s the soldier I’ve heard so much about.” You grinned, and his hands on your wrists and jaw loosened. 

“I...I’ve got to go.” He mumbled, pushing himself off you with great speed. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” You questioned, sitting up on your elbows to fix him with a harsh glare. “Sorry that you are bailing out on our training, or sorry that you can’t even treat me with the same respect you treat everyone else?” 

His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find an answer. “I do respect you, that’s the problem! I respect you too much to...” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. 

“What? Take me seriously?” You pushed, getting to your feet and stalking towards him. “You respect me too much to even treat me like an equal? Is it because I’m a girl? Is that what this is about?” 

“What? No, Y/N-”

“Because you seem to have no issue sparring with Natasha... or even Wanda! So what is it, Steve?” You were so riled up at this point, you didn’t notice him becoming more and more frustrated and angry with each word that left your mouth. “What is your problem, big guy? What is your problem with me?” 

You attempted to poke him angrily in the chest, but he grabbed your hand and tugged you closer, sending you crashing into his chest. His other arm snaked around your waist, holding you against him roughly. 

“Stop putting words in my mouth.” He grunted, staring you down, but you didn’t relent. 

“Make me.” You shot back, and with a growl, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his.

You barely had time to process what was happening before you could feel him pulling away. Unable to handle that, your arms unfroze and you wrapped your arms around his neck, rising onto your toes and pulling him flush against you. 

As quickly as it began, he ended it by pushing you away, leaving you breathless as you stared after his retreating figure.

What the fuck just happened?

That was two days ago.  

For two whole days, Steve had been avoiding you at all costs. He even went as far as ‘accidentally’ not inviting you to the team meeting this morning.

That was the last straw. You decided you were going to make him notice you. 

“Stark’s hosting a thing tonight,” Natasha told you as the two of you took swings at one another. You tried not to think about the last time you were on this mat, with a certain someone...

“A thing?” You sounded unimpressed. Tony’s parties always ended up with someone drunk crying, usually Thor, and someone else dancing on the bar, also usually Thor. 

“Yes, a thing.” Natasha reiterated, “And you’re definitely coming.” Her tone left no room for argument, but you thought you’d try anyway. 

“You know what, I’ve got a book calling my name, and I would hate to keep them waiting-”

“Mr Darcy can wait, Y/N. There’s another man who is in need of straightening-up tonight.” Her remark caught you off guard and her fist ghosted your jaw. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You deadpanned, to which Natasha sighed. 

“Look, all I know is that Steve walked out of your last training together with a massive tent in his pants-” Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened, “and that when I went past his room later that night, I could hear him...” 

“LA LA LA LA...” You blocked your ears, too embarrassed and shocked to hear the rest of her story.

“...your name...” 

“Ok! Enough!” You kicked out your leg, sweeping her feet out from under her and sending her tumbling to the ground.

“Jeez, ok! I’m done.” She assured you. “But you should still definitely come tonight.”

You pretended to struggle considering it, but the truth was: your mind had been whirring with a plan since she first mentioned it. 

It’s show time.

“Y/N! I’m soooo happy you decided to come!” Tony slurred at you as you walked in, and you could tell by his rosy cheeks and glazed eyes that he had been on the drink for a while now. 

“Yes, my sweet lady! You have graced us with your presence!” Thor swept out his hand in a grand gesture, sloshing his super-powered Asgardian drink onto Bruce, who did not look happy with that at all. 

You saw Steve staring at you from the corner of your eye, but you ignored him and instead sauntered over to sit next to Thor. 

“Looking good tonight, Y/N,” Sam remarked, taking in your cropped shirt and tight jeans appreciatingly. You sent him a playful smile, but not before you heard Steve let out an angry humph. 

“Just tonight? You insult her!” Thor slurred, settling an arm across the top of the couch. You rolled your eyes at him, knowing it was definitely the alcohol talking. 

You tried to source out Natasha but quickly realised she had let with Bruce to help him change after being doused in god-knows-what from Thor’s flask. 

Hopefully, she would help him change out of his clothes, and then...

Your thoughts were cut off by Steve’s harsh gaze as you made eye contact with him from across the circle of couches and bean bags. However, you pretended you didn’t notice him.

“Let’s play a game,” Tony announced abruptly. 

“God, how old are you?” Steve muttered.

“Younger than you, grandpa.” Tony retorted, making everyone laugh. 

“And some people actually like having fun.” You added, daring Steve to respond. “Do you know what that means, Captain?” You taunted, to which he replied:

“Yes. I do.” Stiffly, he shifted in his chair to face the centre of the circle. “Let’s play.”

“Y/N, truth or dare or drink?” Sam slurred, having gleefully chosen ‘drink’ for his last four turns. 

“Dare.” You giggled, feeling only the slightest buzz from the alcohol, but the overall atmosphere of the group was making you feel insanely light. 

“I dare you...to give Steve a lap dance!” He declared, obviously thinking it was the smartest idea in the world.

“I second this,” Bucky chimed in, clapping a flustered Steve on the back. “Poor kid has never been blessed with a-”

“That’s okay!” Steve interrupted, “Y/N doesn’t have to do that.” 

“Party pooper!” Tony roared.

“Come on, Steve, it’ll be fun-”

“I said that’s enough.” Steve shut down the protests with a glare, still nursing his glass of water. Sam, Bucky and Tony shut up, looking dejected. 

“Alright then, Y/N, give one to Thor,” Sam added, to which Thor’s eyes lit up. 

“Fine,” You stood up and turned towards Thor, “Guess this is just for you, my lord.” You joked as you began to straddle Thor, who looked like he had just seen the gates of heaven. “We all know Steve is afraid of fun.” 

“Wait!” Steve’s voice rang out, halting you in your movements. You turned your head to see that Steve was looking at you with a pained expression. “I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Well, don’t sound so excited about it.” You grumbled. “You’re really not making me feel wanted, you know.” 

“Yeah Steve, you missed your chance. She’s mine now-” Thor placed a large hand on your waist, but Steve’s loud voice stopped you once again. 

“The dare was to give me a lap dance, was it not?” He argued, avoiding your eyes and stumbling over the words ‘lap’ and ‘dance’. 

“He’s got a point, ya know?” Bucky pointed out, making you steel yourself and saunter over to Steve. Thor let out a sad sigh behind you, but all your focus was on the man in front of you.

And he wouldn’t even look at you. 

“Eyes up, soldier.” You commanded, gripping his chin and forcing him to meet your eyes. You were shocked to see them so lust-blown and found yourself drowning in their ocean-blue.

“Are you two just gonna stare at each other or what?” Tony interrupted, jolting you out of your reverie. 

“It’s too awkward. I can’t do it.” You said, suddenly feeling like the walls were closing in on you. 

“You were ready to jump Thor a minute ago-” Sam chimed in.

“I said I can’t! Not here.” You stepped back from Steve and wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“So go to Steve’s room. It’s just down the hall.” Natasha suggested, appearing out of the blue.

“When the hell did you even get here?” You cried, fixing her with a stink eye. She replied with a sly wink. 

“I don’t mind,” Steve muttered so quietly that only you seemed to hear.

“See! Steve doesn’t mind! Off you trot.” Make that you and Sam heard.  

Steve sought out your eye to see if you were ok with it and after you nodded, he stood up and the two of you made your way to his room. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do!” Natasha called out after you guys.

“Sweetheart, that’s not much.” Bruce’s words were the last thing you heard before Steve closed the door behind you.

“I’m not-” 

“Just sit there.” You pointed to the loveseat in the corner of his room. Obediently, he sat, his arms pinned to his sides and his back rigid. 

“You know, I didn’t get you in here for you to actually give me a lap dance.” He stated as you lowered yourself onto his lap, running a hand along his chest.  

“What can I say, I’m a woman of my word.” You muttered, avoiding his eyes. It was so much more intimate just the two of you, and whilst you were usually happy to tease him, after the last incident, everything felt so much more real.

“Y/N, listen to me.” He gripped your hips tightly, stopping them from their slow sway. 

“No, Steve, you listen to me.” This time, you were the one who gripped his jaw and held him in place. “I understand you’ve got some misplaced chivalry thing that means you can’t hit a girl, or whatever, but I’m sick of it. You have to trust that I can handle myself and that you won’t break me. Comprenné?” 

“It’s not so much as a ‘not hitting girls’ thing as it is a ‘not hitting you’ thing.” He admitted, looking deeply into your eyes. You faltered, you grip slackening, but he didn’t move. “If I hurt you, even accidentally, I...” he shut his eyes solemnly and shook his head.

“As romantic as that is, pretty boy,” you leant your forehead against his, causing him to look back into your eyes. “You’re just going to have to deal with it. There’s no way you’re getting rid of me. Not now.” His eyes widened. 

“But-”

“No buts.” You cut him off, running a hand through his hair softly. “You either have me completely as I am or not at all.” You could hear his intake of breath, but he answered without hesitation. 

“You. All of you.”

With that, your lips crashed down to meet his, which he returned with equal force. Your hand began gripping his hair, causing him to groan and pull your hips towards him. 

As you straddled him on the seat, you could feel him becoming more and more aroused, and you ground down into him. A moan tumbled from his lips. 

“I want all of you, too.” You told him between kisses. You reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, leaving you marvelling his chiselled features. Yours followed soon after and he stared at you in awe.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N.” He praised and began trailing kisses along your collar bone to the tops of your breasts. You gripped his hair in both hands, unable to contain the little noises his mouth pulled from you. 

After struggling with your bra for several moments, he eventually gave up and pulled back from your neck. “Get. It. Off.” He panted, and you happily obliged. Once you were bare before him, he dove back into your neck, kissing softly all the way down to your breasts.

For someone so damn old and inexperienced, he sure knew how to make a girl feel good. 

“Jesus!” You swore as he circled your nipple with his tongue and used his fingers to knead the other. “Where did you learn all this?”

“Technology is a beautiful thing if used correctly.” His voice was muffled, but you couldn't help but laugh. 

“You call watching porn using technology ‘correctly’?” You mocked, but your laughter quickly turned into moans as his hands travelled around your waist and down to your ass, where you gripped you tightly through your jeans. 

“Well, there’s not exactly an encyclopaedia of ‘tips in the bedroom’ lying about.” He huffed so you grabbed his head and brought it back up to you. 

“You could’ve asked me.” You pointed out. “This,” you gestured to your grinding bodies, “Could’ve happened ages ago.” 

“I know.” He sighed, trailing a finger up and down your spine, sending shivers down your back. “But I’m an idiot.” 

“At least you admit it.” You smirk before placing your lips back on his. One by one, the rest of your clothing articles disappear until all that’s left separating the two of you is the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. 

You palmed him through the fabric, causing his hips to stutter into your hand. You loved seeing the effect you had on him: his flushed cheeks, his wide eyes, his swollen lips and the little noises that escaped from his perfect mouth as you continued to grind into him. 

He had one hand fisted in your hair, and the other one around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. 

“I want these off.” You tugged impatiently at his underwear. He responded by picking you up from under your thighs and carrying you to the bed and placing you on it gently. After he removed his boxers, he crawled back on top of you, covering your body with his.

“I always wanted to know if that super serum worked on all aspects of your body,” You said, a little breathlessly, “I guess now I know.” 

He chuckled at you, pushing your hair back from your face so he could place kisses across your temples, down your cheeks and following your jaw. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He groaned.

“Actually, yes.” You admitted, and his head shot up, eyes wide. “You’re not very subtle, pretty boy.” 

He dropped his head onto your chest, completely embarrassed. “And here I was thinking I had mastered the art of subtlety.” 

“You’ve got a long way to go, mon chéri,” You stroked the back of his neck tenderly, “You are lucky I find you so damn cute.” 

With a renewed vigour, Steve returned to your lips and kissed you passionately, pushing you into the mattress. You slipped a hand between you and gripped his member, eliciting an obscene moan from Steve. 

“I...I haven’t done this...before.” He murmured, avoiding your eyes, but you cupped his cheek with your other hand and guided his eyes back to yours.

“I want you as you are, no different, remember?” You reassured him, and he kissed you gratefully. With you guiding him, he was able to slowly slip into you.

His size was like no other you had experienced, so in a way, it felt like your first time all over again. He placed his arms on either side of your head and dropped to his elbows, covering your mouth with his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, inviting him in even further.

“Just... don't move for a second.” He groaned after you started writhing beneath him, feeling so incredibly full. You stilled and waited for him to begin thrusting. 

“Mm...just like that.” You moaned as he drew back and slowly thrust back in, completely stretching you out. “Fuck, Steve.”

“Language.” He muttered, his brows furrowed and sweat gathering in his hairline. You couldn’t help but laugh, which he didn’t appreciate. A particularly hard thrust shut you right up, and after hearing your load moan, he picked up the pace and beginning moving a bit harder and faster.

“You feel...god!...incredible, Y/N.” He stuttered out, his eyes trained on you to gauge your reactions. 

“It’s all you, baby.” Your back arched as he reached a place in you that you didn’t even know existed. “Holy...fuck!” 

“I’m close, sweetheart.” He warned you and feeling the need to finish with him, you snaked a hand between you and began rubbing fast circles on your clit. He saw what you were doing and nudged your hand away. You were about to protest when he replaced it with his own hand, sending stars behind your vision.

Curses kept falling from your mouth as you both climbed to your peaks.

“Shit, I can’t-” Steve swore and if you weren’t in the middle of mind-blowing sex you would have pointed it out, but as it were, it went unnoticed. 

“Let go, baby.” You groaned and he didn’t waste any time, spilling into you with an animalistic groan, the feeling of him finishing inside you and his talented fingers pushed you over the edge immediately after. 

Your legs trembled around him as he continued to work you through your orgasm until you had to grab his hand to make the torturous sensations stop, lest you black out. He slipped out of you, making you feel suddenly empty, and placed a sloppy kiss of the corner of your mouth.

“Wow.” He breathed out after collapsing next to you, tucking your head under his chin. 

“Wow.” You agreed, stretching out across his chest and intertwining your legs with his. 

“I’m sorry it took me this long to make a move.” He sighed, running his hand through your hair. “If you can call being forced to receive a lap dance by my best friends ‘making a move.” He added with a chuckle.

“I should definitely send them some flowers.” You hummed in agreement. “Or a card.”  

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Steve huffed, pulling you closer. You laughed and then smiled in contentment as you listened to the beating of his heart under your head. 

“Does this mean you’ll actually train with me now?” You asked, stifling a yawn.

He thought for a bit, then answered: “Yes, I will.” He placed a chaste kiss to your hair, “But no promises it doesn't end with this.” 

“I think I could work with that.” You sent him an adoring smile before the two of you drifted off in a peaceful sleep. 

[eddie-boii]

Never Let You Go (part 5/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Language.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. The aftermath of that party...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

*

Richie awoke the next morning with a hangover far less jarring than he was expecting. His head still pounded and his dry mouth still tasted like shit, but he could move without wanting to die so that was something. The phenomenon was confusing until he remembered waking up in the middle of the night to find water and aspirin placed neatly on his bedside table. At the time, he hadn’t put any thought into how it had gotten there, but now he wondered who it might have been.

After several minutes spent building up the will to leave his cozy cocoon, he managed to extract Beverly’s arm from around his waist, shivering at the sudden lack of warmth, and stepped out of bed, instantly tripping over his tangled sheets and face planting the floor.

“Shut up,” he grunted when Beverly giggled. Of course she had to wake up in time to see that.

He picked himself up and made his way to the en suite bathroom on muscle memory alone since he couldn’t see shit without his glasses, then splashed water on his face and brushed his teeth for long enough to make Eddie proud, if only to remove the gross taste from his mouth.

He made his way back into his bedroom after freshening up, shoved his glasses back on and retrieved his phone from the pocket of his discarded jeans before crawling back into his still-warm bed beside a dozing Beverly.

“Wake up, asshole,” he said, poking Beverly’s cheek. “If I have to be awake and suffering, so do you.”

Beverly groaned and made to swat his hand away, but completely missed and smacked him in the face instead. She snorted at his ensuing yelp, even while sputtering out a quick, “Sorry, sweetie.” Then she made her way to the bathroom as Richie checked his messages.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered as ‘127 unread messages’ flashed up on the screen on The Losers’ group chat. He scanned the last few messages, which was hard since most contained atrocious typos from his drunken friends.

[1:52 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: Delete that fucking video Stan I swear to god.

[1:52 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: If Richie sees it I’m gonna kill you.

[1:55 am] Not-so-flat Stanley: Nahd bro sfucking makae me

[1:57 am] Flowerpot man #1: Wesll pute it isn a aslideshiow for youre vegas wedsing 

[1:58 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: Your typing is fucking awful.

[1:58 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: I have blackmail videos too you know.

[1:58 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: I’ll send them to your wives don’t think I won’t.

[2:01 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: Get back here assholes!!

[2:01 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: Stanley!!!!! Bill!!!

[2:02 am] Mikey Mouse: They passed out :(

[2:02 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: They better hope they stay in a fucking coma.

[7:43 am] Flowerpot man #2: Guys what the hell happened last night???

“What the fuck?” Richie mumbled to himself, scrolling back up on his phone, but Stan must have actually deleted whatever video they were talking about, the evidence that it was there at all shown only by a jarring gap in the flow of conversation. From:

[12:32 am] Queen B: Omg are yuo seeing the ass on thsi stripper??

[12:34 am] Flowerpot man #1: Evrn juicer thsn Stan’s

[12:34 am] Mikey Mouse: Impsosible

To:

[1:13 am] Not-so-flat Stanley: Miskde yuo owes mae 30 buskcs1!!!1

[1:14 am] Flowerpot man #1: lol gay

[1:14 am] Mikey Mouse: Doesdn’t count!!!!!

[1:16 am] Queen B: Has to be mutual Stanley!

[1:17 am] Not-so-flat Stanley: Eds waas cleasrldy into it!!!!!!!!!

“Bev,” Richie called, frowning at his phone with growing dread. “Mind reminding me what the fuck happened last night?”

Beverly appeared in the bathroom doorway, toothbrush still in her mouth. “I don’t know, usual drunken shit?” she said, though the words were hard to make out through her mouthful of toothpaste. She spat the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed, then returned to leaning against the door. “I remember playing truth or dare, and we stole your glasses, and then…” Her eyes widened suddenly. “Oh shit.”

“What?” said Richie wearily, kind of dreading the answer but needing to know anyway.

“Okay, honey, promise you won’t freak out…”

“That is the number one way to freak someone out,” said Richie, beginning to freak out. “What the fuck did I do? Did I post a dick pic on twitter? Am I going to be on the news?”

“No, no, no, nothing like that,” said Beverly. She moved to sit on the bed beside Richie and took his hand reassuringly. “Everything that happened is just between The Losers. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Well, do you remember trying to stick your tongue down the throat of anyone who got within an inch of you?”

“Oh god,” said Richie, but honestly he’d expected worse. He’d always been kind of a ‘friendly’ drunk. “Is that all? Please tell me that’s all.”

“Well,” said Beverly, “do you also remember that the reason you tried to kiss anyone in sight was because you didn’t have your glasses on and you thought… Well, you thought we were Eds.”

Richie stared at her. “Oh no. Oh no, no, no.” He groaned and ran his hands down his face, his unshaven stubble scratching at his palms. “Are you sure? Coz, uh, maybe I just thought you were all Eddie’s mom.” He tried for a light-hearted grin but it came out as more of a shaky grimace.

“Oh, you made it quite clear, babe,” said Bev. “You screamed ‘Eddie’ at us right before. Mike would like to know if you’re colourblind.”

Richie buried his face in his hands and let out an even longer groan than before. “So everyone knows?”

“That you’ve got it bad for Eds? Yep.”

“Does Eddie know?”

Beverly scoffed at that. “God, no. He’s as dense as you are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Nothing,” said Bev, avoiding eye contact.

Richie groaned some more, then something occurred to him as his gut filled with growing horror. The missing video... “Wait, fuck, Bev, did I kiss Eddie?”

Beverly didn’t answer right away. She was gnawing at her lip, her eyes looking anywhere but at Richie. “Well, yeah, but I doubt he thought it meant anything. I mean, you’d already made out with everyone else by that point. And- Oh fuck, there’s something else, babe.”

Richie stared at her. How could this possibly get any worse? “What?”

“Well, I didn’t hear everything coz I was in the hallway, but, um, you might have told Eddie you loved him-”

“What?!”

“He was making sure you got to bed okay and-” Richie had leapt up at this pointing and was frantically pacing the room while Bev remained on the bed, her arms waving around frantically as she tried to explain. “I think he just thought you meant in a friendly way! He still doesn’t know anything, I promise!”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s Eddie!” said Beverly as if this settled matters. “He doesn’t know shit. If he didn’t know back when we were kids, he’s not gonna figure it out now.”

“He-” Richie stopped pacing abruptly and turned to look at Beverly who clamped both hands over her mouth as though she’d only just realised what she’d said. “You- you knew I liked him when we were kids?”

Beverly slowly lowered her hands from her mouth, her expression apologetic. “Oh, babe, everyone knew.”

“Everyone?!”

“Well not Eddie,” said Beverly. “Listen, honey, this really isn’t as bad as you think. I mean, I think he likes you too.”

“Yeah right,” Richie scoffed. “Have you seen me?”

Beverly got off the bed and grasped both of Richie’s hands in hers, squeezing them as she looked up at him, her expression sincere and a little stern. “Honey, you are a fucking amazing, wonderful person, and also a weirdly good kisser, and if Eddie doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you. But for the record, I’m pretty sure I’ve caught him checking out your ass.”

“When Stan’s ass is right there?” said Richie. “Damn, he must like me.”

“He does!” Beverly insisted. “Now grow some balls and ask him out! Preferably before the wedding or Stan and I will lose that bet we have against Mike and Bill.”

“You guys are betting on us?!”

“Just a little,” Bev grinned apologetically, then leaned up and kissed Richie on the tip of his nose. “Now don’t tell Mike or Bill you know about it or they’ll say I’m cheating.”

“You are all horrible friends,” said Richie, but he grinned back at her anyway, then retrieved his phone off the bed as Bev went to finish getting washed up. He contemplated his friends’ dumb messages for a minute, then sent one of his own:

[11:43 am] Little King Trashmouth: Sorry about last night Eduardo the resemblance between you and your mom is just too strong (~￣³￣)~

He didn’t have to wait long for replies:

[11:44 am] Eduardo Spaguardo: That is so not fucking funny

[11:45 am] Flowerpot man #1: Where do you keeping finding those faces???

[11:45 am] Flowerpot man #2: Seriously guys what the hell happened????????

Richie smiled down at his phone then shut it off for the time being. There was no way Eddie liked him, so matter what Beverly insisted, but Richie was just glad he hadn’t screwed things up. As long as they were still friends, as long as Richie still made ‘your mom’ jokes and Eddie still got mad at him for it, everything would be okay. And, hey, if Beverly was right, if Eddie did really like him like that, then maybe he’d let his guard down just a little, stop hiding behind so many jokes, let Eddie find his way through the gaps if he wanted to try. 

Whatever happened, happened, and Richie was okay with that.

*

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[ninaahelvar]

Chivalry Fell On Its Sword (2/?)

Summary: All Arya wanted so to feel normal and go outside of the damn castle. Now, through a series of unfortunate, she’s stuck with a bodyguard that she accidentally flirted with: Gendry Waters.

AO3

A/N: big shoutout to @doesitsaysassonmyuniform for being my beta even when she had no time. bless as always...micah, @wetbreadofficial....you're my main bitch who basically keeps the plot of this fic running. love ya boo

Arya jumped up onto the brick work, hands scraping at the edge and feet kicking until her sneakers caught on the right part, gripping and giving her leverage. One hard push, and she was able to sit up on the top, sighing as she caught her breath. Peering over the side, she saw that annoying sack of shit waiting there, smiling up at her as he waited. Gendry moved, taking off from the wall to give her a smug grin.

“Fuck you,” Arya sighed, slipping down from the top of the wall, Gendry catching her by the waist so she didn’t have to struggle - just dangling from the edge, like a massive twat. She suspected that he was fully capable of doing that to her. He may have wanted to after the stunt she pulled by running off for the thirtieth time that month.

Once a day, he said one time, like clockwork.

She didn’t know how, but he seemed to have mapped out all her possible exits, even the ones that Brienne knew nothing about, because at the end of each escape route, he stood there waiting.

He seemed to have learnt everything within his first month.

Six months in, he was being too diligent.

“Your highness, you should at least say where you’re going,” he said as she fought against his hands the second she hit the ground. Gendry looked different than normal - she hadn’t seen him that morning, as when he knocked on her bedroom door, she was already climbing out her window. He was wearing casual clothes, a dark flannel over his crisp white t-shirt, and dark jeans to match. He looked like he had when they first met - but she had become accustomed to seeing him in the suit and tie.

“What’s the point in running away when you leave a note?” she pouted. Arya knew she may have sounded like a child, but more than anything, she wanted to get away from him and the castle. What was the point of her twenties if she was stuck at home with no fucking independence.

“You know I could get fired for losing track of you.” They walked along the wall, but their pace was set by Gendry - a slow walk with little destination in mind. He held off on taking them anywhere.

Arya shrugged. “You’ll get moved to another job in the palace, don’t get so worked up.”

“I like my job, m’lady, I’d like to keep it,” Gendry said, slowly putting his hands behind his back, letting them meet as they kept walking.

“Don’t call me that.” Arya wanted to snap, but all she could do was let a sigh fall from her mouth. The same conversation, over and over, but he knew how it got her going.

“Alright, private,” he smirked and Arya rolled her eyes.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Gendry laughed. “If you want to sneak out, you know you can take me with you,” he suggested and Arya scoffed, shaking her head.

“Sorry, but I don’t think you’d like where I’m going,” she squared her shoulders, another thing she had become accustomed to - Gendry’s bold way of handling her. He didn’t treat her like a princess, just a girl with a sour attitude. He caught hold of her wrist and snatch her into his personal space.

“And you think that means I’m allowed to let you go alone?” he said, trying his hardest to stare her down. It didn’t work. But the way his mouth curved....he knew he was going to get his way. She was going to give in...for the freedom. “So, where are we going?” he said letting her wrist go.

“Seven fucking hells,” Arya swore, striding ahead and making her way to the nearest fence. At least the climb over that wouldn’t be so hard - she had an accomplice this time.

They had managed to make it to town before Arya and Gendry had said another word to each other. It wasn’t as though she was annoyed with him, but being the rebellious one, she was guarded more than she wished to be. Freedom always seemed somewhat out of reach, and that could have been her own fault, but she felt sheltered, kept from living a simpler life.

Being held accountable for every action wasn’t her style.

Being watched was also incredibly uncomfortable.

But at least it was Gendry?

“Where’s the bloody clown suit?” Arya said, nudging Gendry with her hip. He remained silent before his shoulder slumped.

“You always say I stick out like a fucking sore thumb when you end up in town, so I asked around, and got permission to wear my own clothes,”

“You’re my secret body man?” she gasped and Gendry, for the first time since being on this job, rolled his eyes.

“Be happy I’m letting you out of the goddamn grounds now,” he grumbled and Arya furrowed her brow, watching Gendry carefully.

“Isn’t Brienne gonna be mad at you for this?” she asked. Gendry’s jaw set tight before he replied.

“Nope.”

“No?”

“She’s allowed this to happen.”

Arya stopped and Gendry halted, looking back at her as she thought on what he said. “As long as you don’t lose me…” she said slowly, and Gendry took an uneasy step towards her, “this is your trial run.” Arya beamed as Gendry’s face dropped. She’d caught on quickly, and that wasn’t what he was expecting. Arya stepped back from him and he swiftly chased her step.

“Your highness,” he warned, “don’t...you...dare…”

Arya stood up straight, letting the mischievous grin fall, and a genuine smile take its place. “Why would I? I mean, hell it would be fun to see you searching the whole town, but this benefits me, remember? I’ll gladly suffer with your sorry arse today if I get to leave through the front door now and again,” she shrugged, taking them ahead, soon walking side by side, and the entire time. Arya felt determined for this day to go better than any other venture.

Towards the centre of the town she was used to roaming, they made their way into the park. On a bench, Arya sat patiently, watching the world go by as Gendry moved around her. He didn’t sit right away, and when he did, he placed himself on the grass. Before she’d even realised it, they had been there for over an hour, just taking in the day. No wonder Gendry was pacing for so long. Now laid back, arm over his eyes, Gendry relaxed there for a while before he gave a deep sigh. There was a thought that he shouldn’t really keep his eyes from her, but at a second glance, she saw him looking directly at her.

“Why didn’t we go anywhere?” Gendry asked, stretching out onto the grass. There were lies she was used to telling, explaining away her behaviour. It felt wrong to lie to him - he’d catch on and tell her to stop. Her family knew how to read her like he did, and she was scared she’d be called out like a fool.

“I don’t like the castle,” she swallowed, watching as Gendry perked up from the ground and looked at her, “it’s so hollow. And quiet,” she said, jaw going tight. She felt an odd chill race over her chest, as though admitting the truth was far scarier than she anticipated. Gendry stared for a moment before he shot up from the ground and sat down next to her.

Arya watched and waited for him to say something. “What’s the most random thing you’ve ever wanted to do?”

Arya’s brow knit tight as she looked at him, the smile on his face spreading and she could tell he was serious. “What?” she laughed.

“What’s the one thing you’ve always wanted to do? Whatever it is, we’ll do it,” he asked, giving a vague gesture to the world. Arya bit her lip, trying to contain the growing smile, but it wouldn’t let up, and she didn’t care.

“Come on,” she said, snatching his wrist and guiding him where she wanted to go.

~*~*~

Of all things, Gendry wasn’t quite expecting this. He stood, staring at the building with the budding suspicion that she was playing a trick on him. It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d done it. He looked down to the excited princess, her little bounces of joy were something new, but Gendry still had no idea what the fuck was going on.

“Seriously?” he asked cautiously.

“You said anything,” Arya said, bounding in front of him to pose, hands on hips and beaming smile.

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes as Arya raced to a trolley, and they wound their way into Tesco. When he asked, he kind of imagined Arya picking bungee jumping, or driving a motorbike. This was...weirdly ordinary. If he thought about it, he should have considered it - all Arya ever did was totally ordinary - she never tried to be overtly rebellious

She was sheltered, and she just wanted to do things like everyone else.

It made sense why their first night together was as flirtatious as it was - she was trying to experience something she may not have before.

He wondered if she indulged in dwelling on that night like he did. He was hopelessly following her, but there was something deep within him that couldn’t care.

Arya, originally, was walking beside him as they started in the bread aisle. But soon, her fascination with everything became too overwhelming, and she raced off, grabbing everything on the shelves she thought she’d like. Gendry felt like a weird parent, but was unable to stop their rowdy kid.

“What’s this?” she asked, grabbing hold of something covered in chocolate. As far as he knew, she had no allergies - so, he shrugged.

“Chocolate stuff.”

“Let’s get it,” she said, tossing three in the trolley.

“Ok.”

“And this?” she asked again, shoving something in his hands. He read over the cover, inspecting the back and tossing it back to her.

“It’s kinda fruity?”

“Cool!” Arya threw it down into the cart, continuing down the aisle and into the next, finding the next thing that caught her fancy.

“An-”

“It’s a Japanese soda thing, I’ve never tried it,” he answered before she could ask. Going to the shelf, she stuffed more into the cart, making sure to get everything she wanted.

“We’re getting two!”

“Your dad needs to pay me more,” Gendry murmured to himself, leaning down on the handles, chin bouncing as the wheels jiggled against the ground. Even when the total for the entire trip was something absolutely ridiculous, Gendry forgot to care about how much money he was spending - Arya was so fucking happy, it made him want to buy her the entire store so she’d never have to leave.

He knew Arya would give him the money back - they had been on a few outings where he’d paid out of pocket, only for the money to come in on his next paycheck. It was usually marked under ‘Arya expenses’, and it always made him laugh. Either way, if he was helping her fulfill her most odd request, then he didn’t care.

They returned to the park, setting up on the grass once more and their haul spread out in front of them. Arya picked out a few sweets, taste testing and having a save and bin pile. She was getting through a majority of it as Gendry watched. Midway through her cull of the food, she picked up a drink and gave it to him. Mr Brown Iced Coffee. Arya shoved it towards him, and he rolled his eyes, taking it from her and cracking it open.

If asked what was the worst experience of Gendry’s life, he would have said when he was eighteen and went to a party where he drank too much, fell off a roof naked and managed to break his leg in front of the girl he liked.

But that was until he drank the horseshit he just had. He spat is across the grass, choking and spitting every chance he could.

“What the fuck did you make me drink!” he snapped, shoving it back to Arya who cackled like a maniac. Arya was slapping at his thigh, choking on her food as she lost her breath and laughed harder than he had ever heard her before. “This actually tastes like cigarettes,” he exclaimed, the saturating aftertaste tainted on his tongue.

“Have this,” Arya said between breaths, handing him something he knew and he immediately devoured it. For a moment, he tasted freedom, only for it to be swept away and replaced with the reteched taste of cigarettes once more.

“Everything is tainted now. I will never be the same,” he said, coughing and teeth scraping against his tongue to see if it helped.

“I’m sorry,” she tried not to smile, but the snicker she had proved she couldn’t handle herself.

“Fuck. Never get that. Ban that immediately,” he cursed, kicking the can away from them.

“I’m bring it up with Government right away,” Arya laughed.

Gendry liked hearing her laugh.

~*~*~

Arya had dragged Gendry through the Tesco, and even made him drink the iced coffee that apparently ruined a person’s life, but she felt content with her day. It felt ordinary - simply a wonderful day out without having to be told to smile every two seconds. She did it all on her own. Or maybe Gendry helped.

She wondered if he ever thought back to the night they met, the bar and alcohol getting to them. Wondered if he thought about whether or not they were actually going to kiss, and if Gendry thought about her lips like she sometimes caught herself doing about his. With him sprawled out across the grass, his shirt pulling up from his waist to show off the slow trail of hair leading down underneath his belt - she would have experienced him fully if it hadn’t been for her mother.

But that was long since gone.

He was a temptation for sure, but she wasn’t allowed to indulge no matter how much she wanted to. Instead, she kept those thoughts to herself, letting herself dream - to wonder how far up his chest the hair scattered or was he completely bare?

Before her thoughts could take shape and mould to every corner of her mind, Gendry sat up, sitting cross legged and got into Arya’s space.

“What else did you wanna do?”

“Can I see your apartment?” she asked, the moment the words left her mouth, she cursed the unbelievable reaction her horny mind took hold of. She knew she could play it off, but she also knew where the question originated from.

“My apartment?” he asked, a crinkle in the bridge of his nose. Clearing her throat, she reclined back, extending her arms behind her.

“Yeah! I wanna see where you live. Gotta be nicer than mine,” she said, regretting the phrase.

“You’re kidding right?” he scoffed.

“I mean, it’d feel like a home more than my house does,” Arya played off. Gendry seemed to wait a moment, looking up to the sky, the clouds darkening and rumbling with an on coming downpour.

“Fine, but only for a few minutes,” he said, gathering up all their things, piling them into their bags and Arya jumped up.

“Yes!”

Arya helped Gendry throw out their rubbish, walking just a step behind him as he guided them through the town. It was strange to be the one behind - Arya always led the way, Gendry always happy to follow just one step behind.

Then, as quickly as they had started walking, the sky ripped open, pouring out all the water that it had gathered and saturated everyone within moments of it’s first rumble. Arya sputtered water out of her face, trying to keep up with Gendry as his shoulder scrunched up towards his ears.

“Why are we walking in the rain?” Arya complained.

“Cause you decided you wanted to walk to the town, when my car is at the palace,” he snapped back to her.

“You’re giving me clothes when we get to yours,” she yelled over the beating rain and Gendry stopped mid step to look at her. They both seemed irritated at by the situation, but as they faced each other...something softened within them both. Anger dissipated, and warmth was all they wanted.

“Whatever, just hurry up,” he said, catching her wrist and dragging her down another street. He started to dash with her in toe, and there was something...fun about it all. He made her feel like she was on a true adventure that she’d never experienced - the simplicity of young romance, caught in the rain, only to wrap up in each other when the rain poured on outside. Arya knew she wouldn’t get that, but the lead up was one hell of an exploit and she loved it whilst it lasted.

They made it to a block of apartments, Gendry buzzing them in and shaking himself off once inside the lobby. He was almost like a dog, shedding the water from its coat, but she’d never voice that to him. Arya thought he might take offense to that. Making their way up a few floors, Gendry rustled around his jeans for his keys and opened the door.

With the lights turned on, Gendry shut the door behind them, both shivering as the downpour finally started to freeze them both.

“Wait here, I’ll get you a towel and some dry clothes,” he cleared his throat, walking down the hall, turning on more lights as he walked off.

“Thanks,” Arya called, not even listening to his request and wandering further into his apartment. It was a lot nicer than she expected. It was pristine white, furniture neatly placed around the TV, his kitchen was even big. In all - his apartment seemed huge, winding in different areas. But she suspected that he wasn’t living alone, his rent must have been high with how new and fancy it all seemed.

Arya was used to old and fancy shit. New and fancy was good.

She was excited when she saw his TV, not terribly big, but Arya didn’t mind. She jumped over the couch and sat on one of the throw blankets. She switched on the TV, letting herself relax and wait for Gendry. She flipped through channels, some shows about baking, others with political dramas or crime TV, others reality shows. She watched one of the crime shows, noticing that it took awhile for Gendry to come back out.

“What are you doing?” he asked, finally coming back in with a pile of things in his arms.

“I’ve never got to have one of these days. Just coming home, all bundled up in blankets and watching TV,” she said, pulling her legs up onto the couch for Gendry to sneak by and take a seat at the other end of the chair. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a TV in her own home, but there was something about how small the space was - not everything had to be a movie theatre. Even the TV in her own room made her feel like she couldn’t engage. This home felt warm and comforting.

“How mundane do you want your life to be?” he laughed, settling into the cushions of the couch. Gendry was now dressed in tracksuit pants and a tank top and soft varsity jacket. He looked good.

“Look, a castle isn’t a home. This is a home. It’s comfortable,” she said, flipping her wet hair over her shoulder. Some of the remaining water splashed against Gendry’s face and he scoffed, wiping it away and tossing her the things in his hands.

“Here, you can have these,” he groaned, folding his arms over his chest.

“Are you dressing me in some clothes from a one night stand?”

“They’re mine, princess, I just don’t fit in ‘em anymore,” he replied, a quirk in his brow as he held back on the question. Why should it matter?

Swallowing it away, Arya stood and went off to the hall, trying to navigate her way through his apartment without snooping through his shit. Instead, she found his bedroom - or the room she thought was his - and locked the door behind her. Running the towel over her hair, she wrapped it up as she stripped free of her watery clothes. Putting on Gendry’s old clothes was a little more difficult than she thought - his shirt hung over her like a dress, and the tracksuit pants didn’t stay up on their own. In the end, she rolled up the waistband as thick as she could, which helped with the dragging problem. The shirt, on the other hand, was something she couldn’t do much about other than tuck it into her new waistband. In the corner of the room, she saw Gendry’s clothes drying by a heater, and decided to leave her wet things with his.

Walking out into the living room again, trying to dry her hair again. Gendry looked over the back of the couch and scoffed. “Great look, princess.”

“Shut up,” she whipped her towel at him as she climbed over the back of the couch again. Gendry laughed as he caught the towel and the two of them relaxed, watching whatever shows came on that they both seemed to enjoy.

Through their casual conversation, ordering in dinner and lounging in his living room, she learnt that he lived alone. He had a roommate over a year back, but they left for a job out of the country. He said the rent was high, as she suspected, but the job with the palace kept him with enough money to get by easily. His mum would come and visit occasionally, but it was a rare occurrence now that he worked for the palace.

Eventually, they landed on the topic of the royals and how he got involved with being a security guy when he didn’t seem all that interested in it to begin with. Turns out, Jon offered it to him, but Gendry had no idea who any of the royals were.

“So what? You didn’t know I was a princess because you didn’t read the news?” Arya said, trying not to do another spit take when Gendry nodded, “and your best friend from university was who again?” Gendry laughed as he set his beer onto the coffee table.

“Jon is a private guy! I knew he was royal and shit, but I didn’t think it was my place to ask ‘hey why the fuck you living with your cousins’, so I never did,” Gendry shrugged as he started to go at his pizza again.

Arya shook her head. “You are a strange guy.”

“You’re one to talk,” Gendry mumbled with a mouthful of food. Arya laughed and he did too, the TV the only other sound whilst they ate. It occurred to her later in the night that she was waiting for the rain to let up to finally head home, but the comfort of his home was lovely...and the rain hadn’t stopped. So, she stayed.

“We should head back soon,” Gendry said as an episode of Star Trek finished. Arya had been invested in the campiness of it, thrilled with how weird and bizarre it all was. Reaching over Gendry, she snatched the remote and kept the channel running.

“Oh no, would you look at that,” she exaggerated, smacking a pillow against Gendry to keep him at bay. He huffed, settling back into his spot.

“You know we’re going to get in trouble and you’re never going to be allowed out again.”

“Yeah yeah, like that’s stopped me before,” Arya said, pulling her knees up onto the couch and sitting back on her heels.

“One more episode, princess, that’s it,” he sighed.

Midway through the episode, Arya’s phone buzzed. Taking it from her pocket, she noticed that Sansa had sent her a snapchat, as well as the fact that her phone was dying soon. She looked around to find Gendry’s charger, noticing it next to the TV set. She’d charge it after she saw what Sansa was sending her.

A video was sent and Arya could feel Gendry looking over her shoulder as she pressed the screen. Sansa was in the middle of Arya’s room, running around. ‘Bitch where are you? I came to annoy you, but you aren’t hereeeeee! Why don’t you clean your fucking room?’ She complained and laughed as she collapsed down onto Arya’s bed.

Immediately, Arya sent back a quick video. ‘Get out of my room, fuckface!’

Sending it through, she could still feel Gendry looking at her. Glancing his way, his grin widened. “Wow, sisterly love.”

“It’s love, bitch,” she said, giving an obnoxious pout before she giggled - her cheeks were red hot and she felt slightly embarrassed, “sorry, Sansa brings this out in me,” she explained.

“It’s fun,” Gendry shrugged.

“Wait, do you follow this twitter account?” she asked, shifting closer to Gendry and showing off a royal family meme account and some of their tweets. Gendry gave a slow nod.

“Yeah, they post some pretty funny things about you guys,” he said, as Arya beamed back at him. His jaw went slack as she showed him the profile more clearly, “no way! It’s you!” he asked. Arya nodded back excitedly.

“Oh hell yeah, the entire family knows about it and we send around a group chat for new shit to post,” she explained. Gendry sat in bewilderment for a moment before he sighed.

“The royal family, the original shitposters,” Gendry proclaimed and Arya laughed, sending the phrase out to the family group chat.

Somewhere during the night, she had drifted to sleep, clinging onto something for comfort. It wasn’t until it moved that Arya realised it was Gendry, and he had let her practically fall asleep against him. Still, she didn’t want to move.

“Hey, princess, let’s get back,” he whispered.

“Comfy,” she complained, snuggling up against him again. Gendry laughed.

“Thanks, but you falling asleep on me isn’t ideal.”

“I think it’s ideal.”

“Yeah, only ‘cause you’re getting to go to sleep,” he scoffed.

“I’d love to sleep with you.” The words slipped out, no filter to keep them contained, and she looked up at the man, shock and confusion written into his features, but she waited. To see if he would do something.

“Princess,” he whispered, his hand running up her cheek. It was bigger than she thought his hand would be, rough and calloused in different parts of his palm. Arya could barely keep her eyes open, but what she could see was Gendry moving towards her, breath heavy against her.

Her heart was pounding, wondering if his lips would dare to touch hers. He was inches from her lips, and her her felt up his chest, pulling lightly on his shirt. Have at it, she thought, dare to kiss me. She’d happily wake up for him to kiss her, to tempt her back to the land of the living. But soon, his breath stilled, and his hand slipped from her face, the space between them filled once more with cold air. “Come here,” he murmured, pulling her legs into his lap.

“Hmm,” she huffed as he stood, her arms instinctively going around his neck and head falling to his shoulder.

Arya was so tired, she barely registered what was going on, but she felt the comfort of a bed embrace her, tucked into blankets to wrapped her in warmth and the pitter-patter of rain against a window.

Sleep came so easily, she hardly registered that it had come at all until morning peered through the window and she felt more well rested than any day in the palace. Crawling out of bed, Arya shuffled into the kitchen, yawning and scratching at her hair. To her surprise, she found Gendry in the kitchen, wearing his tank top...and only his boxers.

“So, is this normal Gendry Waters attire?” she asked, and Gendry nearly collapsed to the floor, looked back at her with wild eyes.

“Why the fuck are you so silent?” he asked with a strangled breath.

“Small, I guess,” she shrugged, sitting at the breakfast table.

“French toast?” he offered, extending a plate to her.

“Wow, really?”

“I’ve had to learn,” he replied, “Want some or not?”

“Yes please,” she beamed, and Gendry handed her the ready plate.

After Gendry was finished making his own, they sat down across from each other and ate their breakfast. Arya remembered how the night ended, the missed opportunity, the silent way they both leaned in and waited for the other to break. She took tentative bites, waiting for him to say something, to make sure they were on the same page - but there was something between them that prevented the next step, more than the first night they met.

Arya was hot blooded, she wanted him, and she knew more than anything that she’d want him. But the tension that she was feeling had to be ignored, she couldn’t risk….

Risk? She thought. Risk was something she never truly thought of. Then, he walked in, making things hard. Making her attraction to him the hardest damn thing to understand and deal with. All because she couldn’t act on it - she couldn’t reach over the table and sit in his lap, take him exactly like she wanted.

She was stuck with the feeling of ready to pounce, her prey right in front of her, but there was a tether keeping her from jumping.

And Arya hated it.

“Did you leave your phone out here all night?” Gendry asked, pointing over her shoulder. She noticed her phone lit up, only for it to fade to black again.

“I think so? I left it to charge,” she said, letting her knife and fork clatter to the plate and go to her phone. Unplugging it, she went through all the notifications, only to feel her blood run cold. “Oh shit,” she swore. “Oh, holy fuck.”

Gendry stood quickly, almost making it to Arya’s side. “The last time you said that -”

“My mother called. She’s been worried where I am. And why I’m not back,” she sighed before looking up at Gendry, his hand running over his face.

“Fuck,” he swore back at her.

“Ok, we’re running back to the palace right?” she asked. Gendry went tight lipped, nodding with a grimace on his face.

“I don’t have my fucking car, so yeah,” he nodded.

“Get dressed,” she snapped, both of them racing off to his room and tossing each other clothes.

Grabbing everything they knew they needed, they raced to the palace. At one stage, they completely lost sight of each other, the race there more important than keeping track. Well, for Arya anyway. She didn’t see him for a while, but she thought he may have kept track of her.

They made it back to the palace by 8am, no one seemingly moving inside. Both of them were out of breath, their clothes a mess, and they didn’t smell too fresh either. They stood in the foyer, catching much needed breaths and dusting themselves off.

“Arya!” A deep voice called out. Arya spun to it, and smiled wide.

“Dad! Hey,” she exclaimed as he raced down the stairs to greet her. In a moment, he had picked her up from the ground, cuddled close in a bear hug as Arya tried to reciprocate the same tough arms, to no avail.

Setting her back on the ground, he let his hand rest on her cheek before sliding to her shoulder. “Your mother has been worried,” he warned her, before glancing to Arya’s side, noticing Gendry. “I’ll let her know you were sleeping in that spot again,”

“Thank you,”

“So, is this your new boyfriend?” he asked, extending his hand to Gendry, “Nice to meet you.”

Gendry stepped forward, tentatively taking Ned’s hand. “No, sir, no I’m...no, n-no,” he stuttered for the first time since Arya met him, and she couldn’t help it - she burst into laughter, “please stop laughing,” Gendry whispered through gritted teeth.

“Arya?” Ned asked, but she could barely stop to breath, let alone answer what was happening. She looked to Gendry, who was now growing a deep shade of red, and her laughter became uncontrollable.

“Sir, it’s not - I’m not!” Gendry tried, but the words were failing him as much as they were for her.

“He’s -” she couldn’t stop, she was on her knees, hand covering her face as the roaring laughter left her body.

“Really? This is funny to you?” Gendry asked, and Arya held up a finger, trying her hardest to regain some resemblance of composure, but his face was still so fucking red, she couldn’t help it.

“Gendry!” Another voice called, and Arya, from her position on the floor, saw Brienne racing over, meeting at the King’s side. “Sir, this is the new security guard for Arya,” she introduced, Arya completely on the ground, looking up as her laughter took over her.

“Oh, excuse me. A pleasure to meet you,” Ned apologised, shaking Gendry’s hand a little harder than before, clapping his shoulder in the process.

“You too, your majesty,” Gendry cleared his throat.

Brienne cleared her throat beside the King, showing him her watch and he sighed. “I have to go,” he shrugged, looking down at Arya, who had finally stopped laughed, still holding her stomach, “you should probably get her off the floor before she causes a scene,” he said. As he walked off, Gendry bent to Arya, picking her up and getting her back to her feet.

“This is the worst day of my life,” he whispered to himself.

“You froze up like a goddamn icicle,” Arya cackled, watching Gendry walk up the mountain of stairs in front of them.

“Fuck off.”

Arya gasped, catching up and poking Gendry in the side. “You can’t talk to me like that.”

“Watch me.”

“Icicle.” They looked at each other for a moment as they walked before Arya started to roar with laughter again. “You whole face is red! I can’t breathe!” She called out, holding onto the railing as Gendry huffed and continued on his way.

~*~*~

Ned walked in step with Brienne, heading to his office for a conference call with Robert Baratheon. The silence between them was irritating him, so he gestured for her to spit it out. “Your Majesty, why did you do that? You hand picked him for this new security job,” she asked, and Ned smiled to himself.

“I like hearing her laugh,” he chuckled softly. “Plus, his face was funny. Did you see how red he got? Like a bloody strawberry,” he exclaimed, clapping to himself as he gave another hearty laugh.

“But Your Majesty, you must know that they only just returned, they left yesterday morning. Should he be punished?” she said, and Ned paused, turning to the head of security. He furrowed his brow as he thought about it, and smiled softly.

“He brought her back in one piece. No injury, no harm. If he tried anything, I suspect Arya would have broken his nose, and he’s far too nervous to even successfully get himself into trouble. Leave them be,” he said, and Brienne nodded, smiling at the request. They continued to his office and at the door, he stopped himself, checking back with the security officer. “And let Arya leave the grounds. I’m sick of her trying to rebel. Maybe this way, she’ll feel freedom and use her title to put some good into the world. I know she can,” he shrugged, and Brienne smiled again.

“Yes, sir.”

~*~*~

Two days had passed since the run in with Arya’s father. They got word later that day that Arya was allowed out of the castle, to go around the local village however she liked, as long as Gendry was by her side. She didn’t mind that. The village already knew who she was, and they mostly kept things low key about her - never allowing paparazzi and things around when she was visiting, and making sure she had her privacy. It was one of the reasons Arya liked going to it - no one wanted to pry in her business.

Yet, on this day, she was stuck in her room, staring at a dress that she didn’t want to wear. There was a gala coming up, many lords and ladies were coming, to raise money for charities, but mostly to dress up. Arya chewed on her thumbnail, knowing she couldn’t get out of this, and she had to wear the fucking mess of a dress. It was her own secret punishment for spending the entire day out of the castle. Go to the gala...or never be allowed out again. She chose the former, for her mother.

The dress her mother picked out hung on display in Arya’s walk in wardrobe, pressed up against the mirror. It was a bundle of tulle, layer upon layer with the bodice lined with a tree branch design and beading. It was a mix of blue, lavender, black and champagne coloured tulle, wrapping around to make the bodice and straps until it reached the waist and became an overflowing creation.

It would have looked beautiful on anyone.

Except Arya.

She suspected her mother chose it because black was always a safe colour to put Arya in. But, with how heavy it all looked, Arya had a suspicion that she’d look like a doll that didn’t quite fit into the clothes.

The dress mocked her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. If she weren’t afraid to look like an idiot, she’d fight the damn thing. In the end, she’d lose and look like an moron wearing the thing anyway.

So, instead, she stared, wondering if her gaze would burn holes in the fabric and it’d mean she didn’t have to attend the stupid gala.

A knock came to the door of her wardrobe, and she turned to see Gendry. He was dressed in a suit like he had been for the last several months. And to think, she was getting used to seeing him in his normal clothes, and it had only been a few days.

“Penguin suit again, I see,” she said, turning back to the dress.

“I’m off your assignment for the day. Going on Jon’s detail,” he explained, standing beside her, looking at the dress.

“He’s not as fun as me, though,” she bat her eyelashes at him, and he turned to her, barely giving her any emotion.

Gendry shrugged. “I’ll tell you after.”

“Rude,” she sneered, “what am I meant to be doing today?” she asked.

“Try not to freak out Podrick? I don’t know, go see your mum or something,” he replied.

“I’ll give the guy a break, I promise.”

“What’s with the dress, your highness,” he asked, and something brewed in her chest, and she couldn’t stop the frustration billowing out as it did.

“God, I hate you calling me that.”

“I have to address you like that,” Gendry scoffed.

“Can you just call me Arya! It isn’t that hard,” she huffed, leaning against of the closet doors. Gendry suddenly turned to her, stepping in towards her abruptly, catching her off guard.

“Every other security person calls you ‘your highness’, why am I different?” he asked, and Arya swallowed hard.

“It’s for a gala. My whole family is going. I have to look...pretty,” she pointed to the dress, turning back to it as to not face him. She was glad her hair was covering her face, because she knew her face was going pink.

“Not like it’d be very hard,” he replied, and Arya’s jaw went tight, biting at the inside of her lip. “I’m off, just came by to tell you I’m with Jon today,” he explained, turning and heading out of her wardrobe.

“See you around, major cunt,” she called over her shoulder.

“And they call you a princess,” he laughed towards the door of her room. Arya turned back to the door, wondering if he had truly left, or if she could see him one last time that day. Instead, she turned back to the dress.

~*~*~

Gendry knocked at Robb’s bedroom door, opening it when he heard the faint ‘come in’ voice from the other side. Jon and Robb sat on a pair of chairs, watching something on a TV set. Gendry walked in, giving a soft bow to Robb. “Your Highness,” he greeted, then looked towards his university friend, and gave a smug smile. “Jon.”

“Fuck you,” Jon spat, standing and embracing Gendry tightly.

“Just having a little fun,” he said, standing at arm's length and noticing that the two men didn’t look like they were going anywhere important, “can I ask why I was requested today?”

“We wanted to give you a break,” Robb said, Jon moved around and gestured for Gendry to take his seat.

“From what?” Gendry laughed, moving slowly towards Jon.

“We’re sorry you’re stuck with this duty, Gendry,” Jon said, clapping his shoulder, knocking Gendry slightly off balance. Gendry took the chair and sat down across from the next in line.

“We know Arya can be a handful,” Robb said, as though he were apologising.

“She’s easy to manage,” Gendry played off.

“Are you serious? Our sister is the most wild person on the planet. Reining her in is impossible,” Jon recounted.

“I think you just have to find the right way to handle her,” Gendry gave a vague hand gesture. He felt cornered by the two men, both looking towards each other with a grimace on their faces.

“The way you’re talking sounds so wrong, Waters,” Robb groaned. Jon smacked his shoulder.

“Like he wants to handle her, right?” Jon said, raising his brow.

“Dude...that’s your sister,” Gendry scoffed, “how are you guys royalty? Fucking disgusting, the both of you.” And as the two laughed, Gendry did too. He definitely thought they had seen how he felt for their sister.

“Come on, it’s a day off. We’re not going anywhere, we’ve got suit fittings and shit, and we need an extra for footy later. You in?” Robb explained, waiting for Gendry to say anything.

“Sure,” he smiled, unbuttoning his suit jacket, “but I’ll kick your ass, I don’t give a shit if you’re next in line for the throne,” he joked, standing up next to Jon.

“Nice try, Robb will knock your ass to the ground before you get a shot at him,” Jon said, clapping Gendry’s shoulder again.

“Wish you lot had told me I wasn’t going to be on a real security detail, I wouldn’t have worn my suit,” Gendry complained and Robb shook his head.

“We’ll give you something, don’t worry.”

~*~*~

Catelyn Stark was a hard woman to negotiate with. Arya knew she got her stubbornness from her mother, but arguing with her was like facing a wall that would collapse on you at any moment. Arya stood no chance when she was shoved into the bathroom and told to strip down and put on the dress. The unfortunate thing about the dress was that where the straps went down, it left her backless, reaching her waist where the tulle skirt started. Which also meant, in her mother’s eyes - she had to be proper. No bra, but she had to wear one. So she wore one of those stick on bras.

It wasn’t like Arya needed it, she wasn’t exactly voluptuous by any means, but for propriety's sake, it kept Arya decent. Walking back out with the mountain of tulle in hand, to stop herself from tripping, she stepped up on a box for the seamstress to analyse Arya in front of three mirrors. Arya’s room became a fashion show, and she detested it.

“You can leave for this, Podrick,” Catelyn said, gesturing for Podrick to leave. He smiled to Arya, giving her a thumbs up and she giggled. As much as she loved running away from the guy, Pod was nice, and he cared about her family.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, bowing and leaving the room once more. The seamstress started to take notes on length, mentioning that she was leaving the back with length to give Arya a train, and the idea of it made Arya roll her eyes. She also notes that the waist would need to be taken in.

“You didn’t have to be here for this, mum,” Arya complained, hearing the undeniable sound of a snapshot, and darting her gaze to her bed, “and neither do you, your highness.” Arya poked her tongue out at her sister.

“But you look so pretty,” she beamed, taking another photo.  

“If I find that on the internet, I’m killing you,” Arya warned and Sansa raised her hands, reclining back into the bed, lounging across and making faces towards Arya. When Arya was young, she and Sansa never got on. But when the teenage years had faded, the two sisters became playful and Arya was able to joke around with her sister as much as had her brothers. Sansa, to the general public, was the sweetest and most innocent woman. But Arya knew her sister, the weirdo that found memes almost as well as Arya.

“Arya, watch your tongue,” Catelyn warned.

“Sorry.”

“I think if we adjust the straps here -” Catelyn started to instruct the seamstress, pulling the straps down at the back, and fitting it closer to Arya’s chest, “perfect,” she exclaimed.

“I’ll make note of the measurements, your majesty,” the seamstress replied.

“Sansa, we need to make sure the length on yours is correct, come along,” Catelyn said, talking to the seamstress about Sansa’s gown and the alterations they were considering making. Sansa stood up from the bed, dusting herself off and dancing her way over to Arya. She giggled as she watched her sister shimmy her way towards her. Sansa caught Arya at the waist and smiled up to her.

“You do look nice. It definitely suits you,” Sansa whispered, kissing Arya’s cheek.

“Thanks,” Arya whispered back to her sister.

“Be careful with the zipper, Arya, it sticks,” Catelyn warned and Arya huffed, trying to reach around the bundles of tulle to get to the zipper. But she failed, and was stuck staring at her reflection.

Arya kept fiddling at her waist, the band sitting in a position she wasn’t used to. She felt like she needed to move it down towards her hips, stop having it be up so high, but that wasn’t how dresses worked, she reminded herself. Letting out a long huff, she stared in the mirror, looking at the way the dress fell and knowing for certain, the girl staring back wasn’t her.

It may have looked like her, but she wasn’t comfortable like Arya was, nor dressed like Arya did. A dress wearing Arya, wasn’t Arya.

Yet, for a split second, when she pushed hair behind her ear, looking at her reflection, she wondered - would someone think she was beautiful? Would he spot her and smile, think she would make the room glow.

Would Gendry tell her that?

Would she finally feel…

No. That was a ridiculous thought. Dresses weren’t her. She hated them, and she hated having to dress like a lady when that wasn’t what she felt like. She was a woman, but she wasn’t built for the finer things - she liked mud, and blood, and getting her hands dirty.

She wasn’t beautiful.

Even if for a split second, she thought she was.

[limjaeseven]

Kinks

Pairing - Yoongi x reader

Genre - Smut, angst

Warnings - smut, oral sex(m&f receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, profanity, bondage, daddy kink, dom!yoongi, spanking

Word count - 2,438

Summary - Yoongi was being cold towards you and you were growing tired of it so you decided to talk to him. The revelation he made left you feeling both shocked and excited ;)

[a/n] this is my first smut so I hope you guys enjoy!

Distant. That was the best way to describe how Yoongi was behaving towards you. It started slowly, coming home late and leaving early. When he was at home, he rarely spoke and when he did, it was dry replies to what you said. It was making you worried but it became too much to handle when he started sleeping in the guest bedroom instead of sleeping next to you.

You tried to talk to him but he always had some excuse to get out of the situation. You thought about why he was doing this and realised that Yoongi had spent the night at the dorm with the boys the day before he started ignoring you. You decided to head over there and ask them for help.

You texted Namjoon, asking him if the boys were free and he said they were so you drove over to the dorm. Jin opened the door and led you to the living room where the boys were sitting. They all looked worried as they saw the sat face expression on your face.

“What’s wrong, y/n? You don’t seem to be fine” Hobi said. He came up to you and sat beside you, pulling you so that your head rested on his shoulder and his arms were wrapped around you. You had known Hobi and Namjoon much before they had introduced you to Yoongi. You felt safe in the familiar embrace of your best friend.

You explained everything that had been going on between the two of you and as you finished, you noticed that the boys were staring at you awkwardly, as if they knew something you didn’t.

“He did cheat on me, didn’t he. He wasn’t here that night right?” you asked, looking at the boys for an explanation.

“y/n, Yoongi hyung was here that night. He didn’t cheat on you. You should talk to him about what happened that night because we promised him we won’t tell you” Jimin said. You were confused so as to what happened that Yoongi made the boys promise not to tell you.

“I tried talking to him be he just won’t listen. He stopped sleeping next to me at night and sleeps in the guest bedroom. I just want to know what’s wrong cause I feel like we are two strangers living under the same roof” You said, clearly frustrated at the lack of clarity.

“Hyung is in his studio right now. Why don’t you go and pay him a visit and he can explain everything to you” Jungkook suggested. They tried to comfort you as much as possible making sure not to reveal any details of what happened that night.

You decided to take the boys’ advice and go to Yoongi’s studio. You stood outside his door nervously, deciding whether to just leave before mustering up enough courage to knock on his door. You heard him walk up to the door and open it.

“y/n? What are you doing here?” Yoongi asked, not having expected that you’d come. You kept quiet for a second, trying to collect your thoughts, while Yoongi motioned you to come inside. You sat on the couch in his studio before starting to speak.

“We need to talk, Yoongi. You’ve been ignoring me for the past few weeks and it’s unbearable. Do you not love me anymore? When you refused to talk to me, I went to the boys for help and they said that it was best to ask you what happened because you made them promise not to tell me. What happened Yoongi? Am I not enough for you anymore?” You sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Oh god no! I love you so much y/n. I never realised that I was making you feel this way. That night the boys and I got really drunk and played truth or dare and I was asked a question that made me think quite a bit about us” Yoongi said

Flashback to that night

“It’s your turn, Yoongi Hyung, truth or dare?” Jungkook asked. “Truth” Yoongi said, looking the younger boy in the eyes. “Do you have any kinks? And if yes, what are they?” Jungkook asked. Yoongi took a minute to think before answering, “Yes, I have a daddy kink and a choking kink” Yoongi confessed. “Daddy!” Jimin teased and Yoongi glared at him.

End of flashback

“That made me think about our sex life. We’ve always had vanilla sex cause I was too afraid that you would get intimidated when I told you that I was into BDSM. I love you y/n but every time I’m around you, I think of how much I want to please you but I’m not sure you’d like it. I couldn’t bare even sleeping next to you cause that’s all I could think about. I’m sorry baby, I never thought that it would hurt you so much” Yoongi kneeled down in front of you and cupped your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“Are you kidding me, Min Yoongi? If you had bothered to tell me this before, none of this would have happened! I’ve always been a sub and never actually enjoyed vanilla sex but would do it just so that I could be intimate with you! I’ve craved to call you daddy but thought you’d find it weird!” You said

“Really? Oh my god I’m so sorry baby girl. Will you please forgive Daddy? I’ll reward you if you do” Yoongi said, a smirk forming on his face. You nodded and Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Why don’t we finish this at home?” Yoongi asked and you nodded. He quickly finished his work and you both drove home. During the car ride, Yoongi’s hand stayed on your thigh. You both got out of the car and opened the door quickly. He instantly pushed you against the wall and kisses you passionately.

He sucked on your bottom lip, causing you to moan and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. He started to unzip your jeans and you raised your hips to let him slip them off. You meanwhile unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off to reveal his toned chest. Your hands continued to roam over his body as he broke away from the kiss to pull your t-shirt off. He made you jump up to wrap your legs around his waist before leading you to the bedroom and laying you down on the bed.

Yoongi began kissing your neck, leaning dark hickeys everywhere. He moved down to your chest and unclasped your bra, leaving you in only your panties. He massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and biting your nipple. “Daddy!” You moaned which only turned Yoongi on more. He paid equal attention to your other nipple before moving down your stomach and leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses to just over you panties. He spread your legs and sat between them, leaning down so that his face was aligned your pussy.

“Your panties are soaked, babygirl. Your my little slut, aren’t you?” Yoongi cooed as he slowly massaged your clit through the fabric. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning. “Don’t be shy, babygirl. I want to hear you moaning my name” Yoongi said, his voice deeper than usual.

Yoongi slipped your panties off with his teeth before sitting back to see your glistening folds. He ran a finger through them, collecting your arousal. You moaned his name at the feeling. He pulled his fingers back before sucking your arousal off of them.

“You taste so sweet” he hummed and you felt a knot form in your lower abdomen. A flush of arousal rushed to your core at the sight of Yoongi’s hooded eyes, filled with lust.

“Why don’t you ride my face?” Yoongi asked and you silently nodded. “Use your words, babygirl. Do you want it or not?” Yoongi asked

“Y-yes Daddy” you stuttered and Yoongi layed down on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He lifted you up, placing one leg of yours on either side of his head. He pulled you down and positioned your pussy just above his face.

Yoongi began eating you out and you had to hold onto the bed to keep yourself stable. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten as he mercilessly sucked your clit and tongue-fucked you.

“I’m cl-close” you stuttered. Yoongi flattened his tongue against you and dragged it up your slit and continued his assault on your clit. You moaned uncontrollably as you felt the pleasure build.

“You’re not allowed to cum till I tell you, babygirl” he said. His fingers gathered your arousal from your folds before slipping one in. You moaned as you felt his digit inside you, curling upwards and hit a spot that had you seeing stars.

“D-daddy!” You stuttered as you tried your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay. Both you and Yoongi knew that you weren’t going to last long.

“Cum” Yoongi said, causing you to instantly come undone. You came hard and he greedily licked you clean, savouring your sweet taste. He came back up and captured your lips in a sloppy kiss. You could take yourself in the kiss and it made you moan into his mouth.

“Won’t you show daddy how much of a cockslut you are? Show him how talented your pretty little mouth is?” Yoongi cooed before flipping the two of you over so that you were on top and he was at the bottom.

Straddling his thighs, you unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them with your teeth. Yoongi raised his hips, allowing you to discard them. You mouthed his cock through his boxers, licking and blowing at his clothed tip. He let out a choked moan as you began palming his erection, his boxers soaked with your saliva and his precum.

“Stop teasing” Yoongi groaned as he laced his fingers into your hair and yanked you off himself. You smiled innocently at him, your drool flowing down your chin. Before he could crib further, you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers before discarding them as well.

You licked your lips at the sight of Yoongi’s hard cock spring free onto his stomach. You stroked him and placed his tip into your mouth, sucking softly. Grunts of pleasure left Yoongi’s lips as you took him further inside your mouth till his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag on his length.

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip each time you came up. Yoongi tangled his fingers into your hair and held it firmly in place as he began to thrust himself in and out of your mouth. You moaned as he pushed himself into your throat till your nose was flush with his stomach.

You massaged his balls with one hand and supported yourself with the other as Yoongi continued to mercilessly fuck your mouth. You tried to keep your gag reflex at bay and made sure to breathe through your nose, making sure not to choke on his cock. Saliva trailed down your cheeks onto his thighs.

“You look so pretty sucking my cock. All messy and drooling all over Daddy’s cock. Daddy is going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop” Yoongi said as he inched closer to his release. Tears rolled down your cheek as he came in your mouth and pulled you off of him as you obediently swallowed.

“On all fours” Yoongi hissed and you immediately got up and got into position. Yoongi got off the bed and walked up behind you. He placed soft kisses on your spine and pressed on your back. You gave in and placed your cheek against the pillows, ass high up in the air for him. Yoongi kneeled on the bed behind you and slowly began teasing your folds with his cock.

You groaned in annoyance as he dipped his head into you before pulling out. “Beg for daddy. Tell him how badly you want him to fuck you, that your nothing but a slut for his cock” Yoongi whispered into your ear.

“P-please daddy! Please fuck me, I want your cock so bad! I’m nothing but a slut for your cock!” You could hear him chuckle as you begged for him to have his way with you. Yoongi finally gave in and pushed himself into you. He sheathed himself deep inside your pussy with one hard thrust.

“You feel so warm and tight. So good for daddy” Yoongi gritted as he waited for you to adjust to his size. You finally pushed your hips back, signalling him that he was good to go. Yoongi slowly began thrusting in and out of you, trying to find your g-spot. Your loud moan confirmed to him that he had found it and he began thrusting faster and harder, hitting the spot perfectly each time.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned uncontrollably at the pleasure. Yoongi massaged your ass with his hand before slapping in harshly, making you gasp. He flipped you over so that you were lying on your back and immediately pushed himself back inside and thrusted harshly.

Two hands wrapped around your neck, making you lightheaded. Yoongi was covered in a layer of sweat as he pounded into you roughly and gripped your throat. You felt your second release approach bug you couldn’t speak. Yoongi knew your body well and so he knew you were close by the way your walls clenched against him. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping and moans and grunts from both of you. Yoongi let go of your throat and you gasped for air.

“Cum for Daddy. Cum all over daddy’s cock” Yoongi said, finding your clit and rubbing circles into it. You moaned loudly as the knot in your stomach snapped and you came hard. Yoongi continued to thrust, helping your ride out your orgasm. You whimpered at the oversensitivity. Yoongi followed soon after and pulled out of you slowly before collapsing on the bed right next to you.

“You did so well, babygirl” Yoongi whispered, cuddling you. “I love you, Yoongi” You whispered back. “I love you too” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead before both of you fell asleep, safe in each others arms.

[petersshirts]

Chasing After You (5) | tom holland

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: when tom turns up on your doorstep in the middle of the night, you start to wonder if you should act on your unspoken emotions or just ignore them

warnings: none

words: 2,9 k

A/N: hello you guys, sorry this is coming so late, there’s a lot going on in my life right now, but i hope you all like this part, please let me know what you think!!

For the next two weeks, everything went back to normal. You were stressed with classes and when you were not at Uni, you were writing down all that you had learned. You texted with Tom a few times, and for the first time at your new home, you felt happy. Even though there was still that weird feeling in your stomach whenever you got a message from Tom. You had tried to ignore it, but it was hard when you walked through the apartment with a big smile and Sky was asking questions.

Why was it so hard to get over a boy? You spend even more time in your room learning to ignore your feelings, but they all came back to the surface when the doorbell rang on a Friday Night. Sky was out with some friends from her classes and had asked you if you wanted to join, but you had declined. You had a lot to do before next Monday and you knew that this would be a long night. But when you heard the bell, you furrowed your brows, because you were not expecting anyone at midnight.

You walked to the door and opened it curiously, hoping that it wasn’t a murderer. But when you saw the curly-haired boy in front of you ,your breath hitched. Toms hair was sticking to his forehead and his eyes looked tired, but there was still a smile on his lips.

„Hi, Y/N.“ His words were slurred and you immediately knew that he was drunk. Well, great. Just what you needed on this Friday Night. But why was he here? He could have just gone home but he was right in front of you with that smile you just couldn’t resist.

„Hi, Tom. Why are you here?“ Your words were quiet and careful, hoping that you wouldn’t wake your neighbours. Tom shrugged his shoulders, looking like he was not quite sure either how he had gotten here. „The party I was at was lame, so I came here. Sky told me you were home.“ You raised an eyebrow, confused why your best friend had told the boy she didn’t like at all about your whereabouts. „Well, here I am. D - do you wanna come in?“ The words left your mouth before you could process them, and Tom just smiled and nodded at you.

And that’s how you found yourself in the kitchen making a tea for Tom while he was on the sofa, dozing off. He wasn’t that drunk, but too tipsy to be his normal self. He was all smiles and just mumbled thanks when you handed him the mug. There was an awkward silence between the two of you while Netflix was playing in the background. It was weird to have him in your home - he had been such a big part of your life for such a long time but he had never been to this apartment. It felt like an invading of privacy but on the other side, you loved having him here.

Tom looked so comfortable on your couch, the smile never leaving his lips. It seemed like this was the only place he wanted to be at, and that made your heart flutter. Even though you were still not sure why he had really shown up. You didn’t just show up at your friends' house in the middle of the night just because you don’t like a party. But you were sure that Tom would never tell you the reason.

When you looked back at the by, his eyes were drooping. He looked like he would fall asleep in any second so you gently took the mug from him so it wouldn’t spill all over your couch. You helped him settle down on the couch, not daring to send him home. When you stood up to clean up and go to bed, there was a hand on your wrist, holding you back. When you looked back to Tom, he pouted and looked at you with big eyes.

„Stay.“ You gulped, not sure what he meant. But with those eyes, you couldn’t say no. So you put the mug on the table and sat down next to him, not sure what to do. But Tom was quicker - suddenly, his head was in your lap and he sighed, closing his eyes. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, but they wandered into his curls, softly scraping his scalp.

This was definitely not something that friends would do. But you also didn’t stop it - you liked the warmth of his body being so close to you and his scent. For the first time in the last year, you felt home again - and you so desperately wished that this wouldn’t be the only time you would feel this way.

And when Tom said the following words, it felt even more like he had never left at all.

„I missed you.“

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„Well, who do we have here.“ You stirred awake when you heard the familiar voice of your best friend echo through the apartment. You groaned and rubbed your eyes, trying to find out where you were. You were still sitting and Toms’ head was still in your lap. He was stirring awake just like you, his head lifting and leaving a cold on your thighs. You finally found your friend at the door to the hall, a smirk on her lips. She looked rough - her make-up was smudged and her hair was knotted and looked frizzy.

Tom sat now next to you, rubbing his eyes. His eyes went wide when he saw you next to him but didn’t say a word. You just ignored the sting in your heart, got up and made your way to the kitchen.

„And you’re home quite late.“ You only mumbled, turning the coffee machine on to make any sense of the situation. Why did you stay on the couch with Tom all night?? Sky just laughed and slipped off her heels to join you in the kitchen. She just sent you a knowing look but you just ignored her and yelled a „You want a coffee, Tom?“, like nothing had happened. Like you didn’t sleep with Tom on your sofa, very close. Like this was the way this friendship should go.

„Oh, yes please.“ Tom walked into the kitchen with a nervous smile, trying to comb his hair. It was sticking into every direction and you just stared at him for a few seconds to burn this image into your mind. You were sure that this would be the only time that something like this would happen.

„So,“ Sky turned to Tom with a knowing smirk. Oh no. „You found her last night.“ Tom blushed and nodded, not sure what to answer her. He remembered everything from last night - he drank only a few beers. And when Sky had told him that you weren’t coming, he just left the girl at the bar, asked Sky for your address and came here. He just needed to see you. But he could never tell you that - you had agreed on friends and he respected that; even though he wanted so much more.

You just rolled your eyes, annoyed from Skys’ interrogation. „Can we talk about this later, Sky? You look like you need some sleep.“ Skys’ eyes widened and you just smiled at her, knowing what she had been up to last night. Your best friend just mumbled something and disappeared out of the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone. You handed Tom the hot coffee and he thanked you with a nod, silence settling over the room. You were rummaging in your mind for something to talk about, but the only thing you could think of was the question of why he had shown up here late last night. Yes, he had told you a reason, but you weren’t sure if that was the truth.

But you were way too scared to ask him if there was more between the two of you-you didn’t want to ruin anything the two of you had build up. So you just stood there in silence, two friends sipping on their coffees, both lost in their own thoughts. It was nice to have him around just like he used to. But when the coffee was empty, Tom told you that he had to go, a sad feeling settling in your stomach when his eyes met yours.

You just nodded and walked him to the door, desperate to find the right words to say before he left. But Tom was faster than you. When he shrugged his jean jacket on, he turned back around to you with a shy smile. It had been so long since he had looked like this - shy and flustered. You had seen him like that the last time when you went on your first date. He had been so nervous and blushed every single time you said something to him. For the first few dates, he was a nervous mess, but as soon as he realised that you liked him no matter what, he started being himself and you loved that a lot more than this nervous boy in front of you.

„Thanks for letting me stay.“ You smiled at him and nodded. „It’s fine, Tom. You were kind of drunk, I couldn’t send you home in that state.“ Tom grinned at your words, a weight falling from his chest. The two of you were fine - and even though this night had been a lot more than just a friendship and Tom craved for more, your smile was enough. „Yeah, I was. Thanks for being a friend.“ You cringed internally at those words but smiled nonetheless, trying to hide that you were hurt. Tom hugged you quickly and opened the door behind him, waved one last time and then he was gone.

You stood in the hall for a few seconds, trying to gather your thoughts. A few weeks, you had hated Tom and only wanted to tell him how much he hurt you - and now here you were, your heart beating three times faster than normal because of that smile he send you before he closed the door. There was this giddy feeling in your stomach, making you feel like you were floating on ear.

But on the other side, you felt weird. Tom was your ex-boyfriend after all and he had done something that was not right at all. But nonetheless, you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. And you weren’t sure if you could be his friend if your encounters always ended like the last one. You felt so lost - and you knew that you needed someone to clear your mind and help you get back on track. And you knew just the right guy.

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Harrison walked through the library, scrunching his eyes together to find you in the dark room. He wasn’t sure why you had texted him on a Sunday morning to ask him to come to the library to talk to him, but you had seemed urgent. He just called over to Tom that he was out for a few hours and left their shared apartment to get to you.

Like a lot of nights, Tom only came home this morning while Haz was making some pancakes. His best friend just mumbled some words and disappeared into his room, leaving Haz a bit shocked. Normally, he would always join his friend and talk about last night, but something seemed off this morning. But before he could ask his friend what was going on, you send him a text and asked you if you could meet him in the library.

And now here he were, trying to find you in the library he had never been to before. And that’s why you had picked the place - Tom had never been the biggest fan of reading, and he would never come here by his own choice. And since you had the luck of meeting him everywhere you went, you were sure that you wouldn’t run across him here.

Harrison finally found you in a corner at a small table - your phone screen illuminating your face. „Hey Y/N.“ You looked up when you heard the voice from your friend and smiled at him. „I’m sorry that I texted you. But I just needed someone to talk to and you were the only one I could think of who could help me.“ Haz nodded and sat down next to you, an expectant look on his face. „So, what is it?“

You stared at the ground, trying to put your emotions into words. You hoped that Haz would help you with your decision - but you just didn’t know where to start.

„Tom was over at my apartment last night.“ Harrisons’ eyes widened, understanding now why his friend had been so distant. „He just rang at the door and asked if he could come in. He was tipsy but he just smiled at me and fell asleep on my lap.“ You blushed at your own words, feeling you let out too much information. But Harrison was your friend and he would never judge you. „But nothing happened between the two of you?“ You shook your head furiously like you hated just the image of something more between Tom and you. But that wasn’t true at all - on the way to the library, you couldn’t stop thinking about Toms’ lips on yours and how they tasted. You were going crazy.

„And why did you ask me on a Sunday morning to come here?“ Haz raised an eyebrow, unsure about what you wanted from him. You sighed and stared at the ground. „I know that we agreed on being friends but somehow, I always think if there is more. And I know I’m stupid for thinking about this because he broke up with me and I should be angry at him, but my stomach still flutters whenever I see him. And I have no idea how to stop it.“

It was the first time that you spoke out about your feelings, and you had to admit that it felt really good. For the last month, there had been a weight on your chest, and when you told Haz about all those thoughts in your head, it felt like part of that weight just fell off. You couldn’t hide it anymore that your heart was still not over Tom. You were ripped out of your thoughts when a hand touched yours softly and you met Harrisons’ eyes, a smile on his face.

„Don’t beat yourself up, Y/N. And I can totally understand all these feelings - it always seemed like the two of you were the endgame. And when you broke up, Tom was a complete mess. And if you feel the same way you did a year ago, you should talk to him. I can’t look into his head and tell you how he’s feeling, only you can.“ Your friend smiled at you, squeezing your hand softly.

You sighed, still feeling unsure. You knew that Haz was right but you were too scared to tell Tom. You didn’t forget all the girls he had been with over the last year, seeming like he was over you. You didn’t want to destroy your new build friendship but you also knew that this would break your heart. Well, this didn’t help you at all.

„I just feel so helpless. All these girls…“ You felt so insecure compared to these goddesses Tom took into his room every weekend. You were nothing compared to them and even though you always tried to boost up your self-confidence, all these pretty girls next to Tom didn’t help at all.

„They don’t mean anything to him, Y/N. I don’t know why he does it, honestly. Just try to talk to him. I know that it will hurt but you will know if he feels the same and has a bit of clarity. Don’t let this ruin all your years at Uni. They are too much fun to let this ruin them.“ You nodded, knowing that you had to do something. But you just didn’t know what; you weren’t famous for admitting your feelings to your loved ones. But it felt like your friend read your mind.

„My birthday’s next week and I’m having a little get-together at the pub and a little party after at our apartment. Maybe you wanna come and talk things out with him?“ Your friend smiled at you, knowing that you couldn’t conquer Tom when the two of you were alone. You smiled at him, thankful that he knew what was going on in your head.

„Yeah, I think that’s a great idea. Thanks so much for helping me.“ For the first time, it didn’t even feel that hard to tell Tom how you really felt. Even though you didn’t know what would come out of this situation.

You just had to sit and wait and pray to God that Tom would maybe feel the same.

[blake-bellamyblake]

The bet.

I was new in town and oh boy don't I just know it. The amount of stares I received for being the new girl at school was getting ridiculous. There was the usual crowds the jocks, the popular girls, band geeks, and.. well.. there was me.

I was never good in social situations so fitting it was never my strong point. Nor was I ever desperate enough to make myself fit into these stereotypes. I live with my older sister as my parents died when we was little! She had no choice but to look after me. Her names emma and we are the complete opposite of each other! She's into all the new fashions and trends, plans her outfits religiously the night before, where as i really just shove on any old thing in my wardrobe at last minute. emma recently got a job working as a receptionsist at the yellow tower? Or was it the white tower! I really should start to listen. So here we are, where my story begins at hemlock grove!

**It was the usual day at school boring lessons and sitting by myself at lunch time. This repeated for the next 3 weeks. Untill I met letha. She was blonde, skinny and my god was she beautiful. We became really close and exchanged numbers. We would text each other all day and night. We really hit it off. I always thought to my self why did she befriend me?

letha introduced me to them. Roman godfrey and Peter Rumancek. Meeting them was the biggest mistake of my life. Let me rewind the story a bit.

It all started off great, 3 new friends we did everything together. I met them as letha was having a small quiet gathering at her house. Her mum and dad went out for the weekend so we had the place to ourselfs. I arrived first at letha' s house she gave me my go to drink vodka n coke, Helps with the nerves. She told me she had two other friends coming over. Never in my mind would I thought it would be boys. I mean I wasn't a virgin or anything i had my fair share of trouble when it came to boys. And trouble was soon to find me again.

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Flash back

Letha: "Y/N this is roman, my cousin.

Holy shit

he was breath taking. Tall, dark and handsome. Definatly handsome you thought to yourself.

"hi roman nice to meet you my name's Y/N" you replied back hoping he didn't notice you staring wide eyed at him.

Peter came walking through the door way moments after. Phew. This was awkward.

We all exchanged pleasantries and chatted away like we'd known each other for years.

The drinks was flowing and the drinking games began. truth or dare like we were 15 year olds again. I should of noticed or realised something was up at this point but couple of drinks is enough to wipe out my "somethings not right here" part of my brain. I should of seen the smirk from Peter. Moments later roman and Peter left the room leaving me with letha.

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Peter: so I've got an idea...more of a bet really

Roman: go on?

Peter: I bet you can't, get Y/N to fall in love with you

Roman: and why would I want to do that? She's not exactly my type.

Peter: scared she's gonna resit you?

Roman: not a chance! I'm in! How long do I have?

Peter: 4 months.

The boys returned back to the living room and the game of truth or dare continued. You kept noticing roman staring at you from the corner of your eye. What's his problem you thought

Peter: Roman! Its your turn..truth or dare

Roman chuckles realising what Peter is trying to do. Dare he replied.

Peter: umm I dare you.. to umm.. kiss...... Y/N.

You nearly chocked on your drink upon hearing your name. WHAT. Oh god.

You couldn't make eye contact just sat there silent I mean you wasn't going to dismiss the idea but infront of everyone glaring. Awks

Your palms became clammy as you saw the tall silhouette walking towards. Oh god. Oh god.

Roman knelt down infront of you asking for your permission to go ahead.

You just nodded your head as he slowly made his way towards your lips. He surprised you. He held your face gently as he kissed you. He moved away to take a breath before coming back for more. Looking at him you didn't think it would feel like this, you imagined in that split second it would be rushed and rough.

Peter and letha started giggling and cheering behind you which made you come back to reality.

Letha: okay guys let's get on with the game I don't want to see you two necking on all night. She laughed

You felt you cheeks flush. Holy shit that was amazing.

Roman sat beside you instead of returning back to his seat. Your hand was touching the floor as you knelt on your knee' s watching letha and Peter get dared numerous of funny stuff.

You could of sworn he kept gliding over your hand on purpose. Was he trying to get a reaction out of you? Or was this just the alcohol. Probably the alcohol you thought.

Next day:

You Had just gotten off the bus when you saw Letha run up to you and gave you the biggest hug and whispered something in your ear, you wasn't able to catch what she said so you made a mental note to ask her later. Before she dragged you off to first period.

You was sat next to a lovely guy called james and you helped him with the science questions as he repeatedly told you he didn't understand no matter how hard you explained it to him. You spent the majoirty of the lesson laughing together untill you both had tears in your eyes. The Bell was just about to go so you packed all your belongings up And that's when you saw him. glaring at you from the doorway. Eyes fixated on you which made you nervous seriously what is his problem and that stare!

Roman: Who was that

um james, he's really nice you replied

Roman: ok well fuck him, I'm taking you out tonight be ready for 8, wear something hot babe He winked as he said 'babe'

Y/N: What? Wait roman

Too late he had disappeared into the crowds. What does this mean you thought and babe seriously you rolled your eyes and rushed off to go find letha to tell her what just happened.

Y/N: you never guess what ... you began to say

Before letha interrupted you "he likes you Y/n" she spat out all giddy

What? Is all you managed to string out.

Roman! He likes you. he wouldn't stop talking about you after you left and kept asking me places where he should take you.

You didn't know what to say you just sat there trying to take it all in. He likes me? You kept repeating in your head HE LIKES ME you tried to play it cool and act like you wasn't interested. Lies all lies. You was beyond bursting with excitement.

School ended and you and letha rushed back to your house and raided your sisters wardrobe in preparation for your date.

8pm soon arrived and there he was standing infront of his red car wearing black skinny jeans and A white shirt. Fuck! Your knees nearly bookeld at the sight of him.

"wow you look beautiful Y/N" Roman stated as he held the car door open for you. Wow what a gentleman. He took us to a restaurant which he had booked out for just us, a nice romantic candlit dinner it was perfect. I mean I knew he had money but I didn't think he was this rich.

The rest of the night was perfect you didn't want it to end. He dropped you off and walked you to your front door.

Night baby he winked before planting a kiss on you.

*******

Since that night you and roman had become inseparable. You began dating not long after your first date it was just coming up to 4 months. Things were perfect and you was the happiest you've ever been. Roman was the perfect boyfriend and was forever complimenting you and showing you affection. You had no reason to doubt him right?

Soon came around our 4 month anniversary and roman had planned a weekend away. Nothing warmed your heart more when roman took hold of your hand and gently looked at you, it was almost like he was nervous. You laughed at the thought of roman being nervous he always acted so in control.

Y/N I wanted to bring you here to make it a night to remember, to show how much you mean to me! I never thought I would ever... Umm. ..I never thought I could.

What's wrong roman. you cut him off? Why was he stuttering over his words.

Roman: I'm in love with you Y/N

Those words made your heart flutter, you thought you was going to be sick from bursting with happiness

Y/N: I love you too roman godfrey

With hearing you say it back to him he threw his arms around your face kissing you over and over, slowly at first then getting more passionate.

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On the return home you rang letha and told her everything that had happened and how roman had confessed his love for you. She was so happy for us! Spent the night chatting untill you both fell asleep.

After school you went round to Romans house as you did everyday. It got to the point you didn't knock anymore you just let your self in, you spent a short while talking to shelly and Olivia before heading off to find roman.

You walked down the many corridors of the godfrey mansion before over hearing talking it was roman and Peter.

they hadn't noticed you hovering around so you decided to hide and see what kind of stuff boys spoke about. Lame I know

You wish you didn't.

Peter: I can't believe you actually won man

Peter: What did she say when you told her you loved her? Peter began laughing. Oh come on roman don't go all quiet on me now.

Roman: Peter stop I need..

Peter cut off roman before he could finish.

You best not be going soft on me now you agreed to this bet.

What. The. Fuck. You felt as if your heart was gonna split in two right then.

" what bet" you came from hiding behind the door. " WHAT BET" you didn't realise you had began shouting.

Peter with a smug look on his face declared" I put on a bet with roman to see if he could get you to fall in love with him"

Roman looked paler than ever, just stood there staring at you.

The tears began falling from your eyes as you rushed out the door.

"Y/N WAIT" roman screamed chasing after you " BABY WAIT"

you stopped and turned around " dont ever call me that again roman" you exclaimed!

Y/N please let me explain, roman said in a low voice

"Explain what? That you did all this for a stupid bet! I love you roman" the last few words were more of a muble as your voice became shaking as the tears kept pouring.

" I did at first ...do it as a bet, but I soon fell in love with you Y/N that part was all true, I know you don't believe me right now but your the only person who's ever made me feel like this. I forgot about the bet with Peter untill just then when I told him about our weekend away and that I told you I loved you" Roman pleaded his voice now becoming as weak and pathetic as yours.

You noticed tears slowly falling his cheek.

" I can't forgive you Roman, it's over.. we're over"

And with that you ran down the corridor and out of the mansion running as fast as your legs could take you. Running anywhere as long as your now weakened body would take you.

Roman watched you leave as he fell to the floor his heart was truly breaking! He really did love you. He knows he should of told you about the bet, but how could he?

*******

This was the day roman godfrey broke my heart in two.