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[deathofacupid]

r/ HOW TO BABY-TRAP YOUR FRIENDS-WITH-BENEFITS ROOMMATE!

I'M A BAD MAN, I DO WHAT I CAN! — if you were to ask them, it's not their fault. it's not their fault you're practically a goddess, ethereal, really. the thing is, though, you didn't do relationships, just didn't have a reason to. you'd always preferred the no-strings-attached, the clean simplicity. ah, well, they'll give you a reason.

★ satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna.

warnings — well, báby-trápping. obsessive, pathetic, yearning men. pórn following, barely, a plot. áfab!reader. óverstimulatión, dégrading, dúmbification, sqúirting, breedíng. age gaps. chóking, óral (m/f receiving). fíngeríng. dóm!characters. nón-con/dúb-con. use of alćohol. unprótected séx. lying, manipulation. out-of-character, i guess. ...not toji abandoning megumi, just to go off and have another kid. 3.5k+ words!

(呪術廻戦) : note — concept based off of @indiewritesxoxo's work (luv u bae <33), divider credits to @cafekitsune.

★ SATORU GOJO

"oh, c'mon," he coos, a pout framing his lips, but his eyes tell a different story. "jus' wanna feel you. i promise i'll pull out." satoru's hovering above you, tapping his slick, throbbing tip against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your core.

"satoru, no," you say, trying to keep your voice steady, but the heat radiating off him is making your resolve crumble. he's right there, so close, and your body is screaming for him.

"baby, i promise," satoru pleads. he pleads. he's pleading. are you supposed to just, like, say no?

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, arms still wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. he lowers himself, capturing your mouth in a deep, wet kiss, his tongue exploring your depths with a possessive urgency.

"you have to. you can't cum inside, okay?" you warn, giving in, though your voice is thick with desire. he was clearly adamant about this, refusing to budge. if this was going to go down his way, you'd rather it happen quick.

"yeah, yeah," satoru says, waving you off dismissively, his attention already focused on the prize. the second you give him the go-ahead, he's lining himself up between your thighs, his cock throbbing at your entrance. slowly, deliberately, he pushes himself inside, groaning as he stretches you.

you moan, digging your nails into his back, the sharp sting a welcome sensation. no matter how many times you fuck him, you won't ever get used to his size. satoru fills you completely, the snugness of your wet cunt a tight, hot embrace.

"y— you take me s'good, pretty thing." his voice is gravelly and low, as he looses himself to your wet heat.

the pace increases, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder, each stroke a raw, animalistic possession. you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, your body arching beneath him.

satoru can feel himself getting closer, can feel the way his abdomen tightens, the telltale signs of his release. you can feel him getting closer too, with the way his thrusts grow shaky, and lose their rhythm.

"ngh, wait," you whimper, it's a lazy thought, on the tip of your tongue, but with the way he's got you all dumbed-down, you can't find the strength to push them out.

"shh," he grunts, pressing sloppy kisses to the side of your neck. "s'fine, just — fuck, we'll get you a plan-b, or s— some shit."

you protest weakly, but it's lost in the wave of pleasure washing over you. it's not like you could do more if you wanted (do you even want to?), because you're climaxing first, convulsing around his cock, sucking him in. he follows soon after, thick ropes of cum flooding you, filling you completely.

and, if he was "getting" you that plan-b tomorrow, anyways, he might as well fuck his seed in deeper, right?

★ SUGURU GETO

the tang of cheap vodka clings to you, the bitterness sharp on his tongue. friday night. finally, a chance to unwind.

"not drinking?" you slur, the buzz already softening the edges of the world for you.

"i did," he breathes, his teeth dragging a wet, sucking trail up the side of your neck. he knows the mark he's leaving will bloom into a dark bruise by morning.

you try to form a coherent question, but the insistent throb between your legs steals your focus, a desperate, undeniable ache for him.

and he has drunk. enough to dull the edges of his conscience, a low hum of justification thrumming beneath his skin. you're practically melting into the couch, head lolling, lips slack and damp, a familiar, flushed heat creeping up your chest. suguru isn't inebriated like you are, but… he's something like that.

so, he isn't doing anything wrong, right?

no, of course not.

you moan, a needy sound that vibrates against his chest, your hands fisting in his shirt, tugging him closer. "f— fuck, just put it in already, suguru, please," you whimper, the words thick with desire and drink. his fingers slide down, parting the wet folds of your vulva, one thumb pressing insistently against your swollen clit.

suguru chuckles, "since you're begging so nicely." the slick, engorged head of his cock, dark red and leaking pre-cum, nudges against your slick entrance, catching on the delicate hood. he isn't in the mood for foreplay, not really. he wants to be buried inside you, now.

besides, it's not like you need it.

with a deliberate slide, he pushes into your tight heat. you gasp, a surprised sound that tightens your grip on him.

your wet cunt clenches around his length, milking him with each involuntary spasm. a guttural groan tears from his throat. your hands tangle in his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp in that way he fucking loves.

"oh, fuck, princess," he bites out, his voice thick with lust. "easy, you're gonna swallow me whole."

"i— i'm trying," you whimper, your body arching slightly as you try to accommodate the sheer size of him stretching you open.

suguru pauses, giving you a scant second to adjust, his selfishness overriding any real concern for your comfort. he wants you stretched, tight, around his cock.

slowly, he withdraws, not quite all the way, the sudden coolness making you whimper, before thrusting back in, deeper this time. "goddamn, so fucking tight."

you're stretched taut, every muscle in your body clenching around him. his pace quickens, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, smacking sound.

"sugu!" you cry out, your voice raw and breathy. shit, he thinks, his cock throbbing harder, you sound like a fucking angel when you say my name like that.

like it's the only word left in your drunken vocabulary. and with his cock filling you so completely, blurring the edges of your already drunken mind, it probably is.

you cum first, a shuddering wave that rips through your body, your back arching off the couch. moans, wet and desperate, spill from your parted lips — his favorite sound in the world.

he's right behind you, the frantic clenching of your muscles pushing him closer to the edge. he knows he should pull out, the thought flickers through his mind, a habitual safety measure.

but he doesn't.

his orgasm rips through him, a violent shudder that locks his jaw. he comes, deep and hot, his thick, white seed flooding your insides, painting the walls of your cunt.

you're too far gone, too lost in the aftershocks of your own climax and the lingering haze of alcohol, to register the subtle change, the lack of resistance.

and if you aren't saying anything, his mind reasons, why should he?

★ KENTO NANAMI

"shit, darling, you're so tight f'me," kento groans, bucking his hips into you. his breath hitches, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and he's covered in sticky lipgloss from your mouth.

but, fuck, he's never looked so good.

your eyes hit the back of your head, tears trailing down your cheeks, and he kisses them away.

his pace is cruel, heavy balls hitting your ass, with every thrust. "k— ken," you whimper, stretching out his name. he doesn't miss, not even a goddamn millimeter, that thick, insistent head slamming directly into your sweet spot with every vicious grind of his hips.

kento's on the edge of sanity. this is pure, unadulterated bliss. this is how it's meant to be – your slick heat engulfing him completely, no flimsy rubber barrier between.

he wants to bury himself so deep he hits bone, to feel those tight, wet walls clench and spasm around his cock until he fucking explodes. and the knowledge that he's the only son of a bitch who can make you come undone like this?

it's a goddamn aphrodisiac.

you're stretched wide, impaled, filled so completely it feels like you might tear. your slick little cunt is working overtime, desperately trying to accommodate his thick length and the violent force of his thrusts. his slams are sloppy, given an impending release.

"do you— do you even know what you do to me?" he asks, and you think it's rhetorical. not that you could in answer, save for anything but nonsensical babbles.

he's surprised he's even made it this long, raw in you, without cumming already. you're like a little toy for kento, utterly helpless and deliciously broken beneath him, and the sight of it — your flushed skin, your parted lips, the way your body bucks and trembles — sends a fresh wave of white-hot lust surging through him.

beautiful, that would be his choice word. gorgeous. heavenly. a taste of gold, honey-sweet on his tongue. and, that taste? incredibly deep, to the point where the world itself lost richness.

"please, ah, please," you whine, unsure, yourself, what you're asking for. less? more? either way, he doesn't give you much of a choice, his thick, throbbing cock continuing its relentless, brutal assault on your soaked, aching pussy.

he grips the headboard so hard his knuckles are stark white, the old wood groaning and splintering under his white-knuckled grip. oh, fucking christ.

what have you done to him? how in the goddamn hell is he ever going to go back to vanilla, wrapped-up sex after this primal, skin-on-skin connection?

"c— cum inside," you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist.

his heart stops, he swears it. he wasn't expecting you to say that, not at all. he's driving his cock into you with a brutal, bone-jarring speed that he knows will leave you deliciously sore and gloriously immobile for days. "fuck, yeah? you want that?"

"yeah, yeah, i'm— i'm on the pill," you gasp, the words a breathless, desperate affirmation.

and, well, who is he to deny the love of his life? you were on a pill, after all. it just wasn't what you thought it was. on the bright side, his switcheroo left you with a good intake of vitamin d.

★ CHOSO KAMO

choso's not thinking about it, not really. not when you're riding him like this, your wet heat gripping him, squeezing him dry. especially not when he feels you clench around his cock, those little spasms that make his vision blur.

he'd tried the nice way, the pathetic puppy-dog eyes. begged you to just skip the rubber this once. but you were firm, always so fucking responsible. "condom, choso." like it was a goddamn negotiation.

so, if you trace it back, this isn't on him. those pinprick holes in the wrapper of the condom? definitely not him. nope, not a chance.

he's not thinking about it because in his head, it's already done. it's a family, right? that's the end goal. just you and him, and a couple of little ones running around. twins.

he pictures it sometimes, a little girl with your stubborn streak, a boy with his quiet intensity. he'd love them both, messy and loud and his.

his family. the thought slams into him as you grind down, your slick folds rubbing against him. he's not even fully inside his head anymore, just the raw, animal urge.

you'd be a fucking incredible mother, he knows it. the way you care for that stupid houseplant, the way you fuss over him when he's got a headache.

choso's breath hitches, his fingers digging into the slick skin of your waist, holding on for dear life. your tits bounce with each ride, nipples hard and pink, your head thrown back, a guttural moan escaping your throat.

nothing. nothing beats this. "fuck," he grunts, eyes rolling back in his head. he's lost track of time, of everything but the wet friction, the desperate clench of your muscles. "don't fucking stop," he begs, his voice thick and rough.

"'m not gonna," you pant, your hips bucking against his rhythm.

choso grips your thighs tighter, like if he loosens his hold, you'll vanish. "shit… i think… fuck, i'm close."

"cho— oh, god, me too!" just as your orgasm hits, that tight, shuddering squeeze, he flips you over, his heavy body looming above you.

he keeps fucking you, driving deep as your cries turn into whimpers, your body convulsing around his cock. you're slick with sweat and tears, overstimulated, trying to push him off, but he just keeps pounding.

tears spill down your temples, soaking into the pillow. another sob rips from your throat. good. more wetness. more of him going in. you feel another knot building. works for him, he'll plant his seed deep, twice the load now.

he already loves you. this is his clumsy, fucked-up way of showing it. of making you his. you'll understand, someday.

★ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"there aren't any left," toji shrugs, gesturing with a lazy flick of his wrist towards the empty drawer.

"what the fuck do you mean, 'none left'?" you ask, your brow furrowing. "i swear i just bought a new box!"

he clicks his tongue, a familiar sound of his nonchalance. "gone. nada. zip."

"no, but— there can't be none. what about your wallet? you used to carry a bunch around everywhere, right?"

"don't need to anymore, do i? got you now, ma," he grins, a flash of something predatory in his eyes, followed by a low chuckle that rumbles in his chest.

"look at that. slut reformed," you scoff, though a hint of a smile plays on your lips. "well, then, go take a cold shower."

"what?" he groans, the sound laced with genuine displeasure. "c'mon, just let me—"

"absolutely fucking not. there's no way in hell i'm letting you hit it raw."

"it's just sex, though," he argues, a petulant edge to his voice.

"yeah, sure, 'just sex' — unprotected — that'll leave you knee-deep in diapers," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

"wouldn't be the worst thing," he mumbles, the words a low rumble just beneath your ear.

"what'd you say?" you ask, shifting on his lap, your position suddenly more precarious. his hands tighten on your waist, anchoring you there.

"nothin'. doll, i'll make it worth your goddamn while," he says, his voice dropping to a husky drawl that sends a shiver down your spine.

"no," you say, a weak protest as you try to squirm away, the heat suddenly rising between your thighs. "i'm serious, toji."

"i'm dead serious, too, sweetheart. i know you're soaked for me," he teases, his fingers digging slightly into your hips, a possessive and undeniably tantalizing move.

"toji," you whine, your voice losing some of its firmness, "go get condoms, and then—"

"tch. ain't got the patience for that shit right now."

"there's a gas station, like, a block away, if your dick's about to explode."

"or, you just sit back, spread those pretty legs, and let the pill do its damn job."

"no. it's not one-hundred percent, you idiot."

"for fuck's sake," he grumbles, the playful tone vanishing as he suddenly flips you over with strength, pinning your wrists above your head against the mattress.

"toji!" you gasp, a mix of surprise and a thrill you don't want to admit. "foul play, you bastard. foul game."

his thick head nudges against your slick folds, a wet, insistent pressure that makes you suck in a sharp breath. "don't think your pretty little head too much about it," he growls, his voice full with lust.

he shoves into you, a raw, stretching sensation that makes you cry out. "fucking… ahhh," he groans, the lone sound primal.

"s— shit!" you cry, your hips bucking involuntarily as you try to accommodate his size. the sheets twist beneath you as you writhe, the initial discomfort quickly morphing into a desperate, needy ache. coherent thoughts dissolve, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

he feels thicker, rougher, more. every thrust is deeper, more insistent, and the friction ignites a fire in your core. when he finally comes, it's a guttural sound ripped from his throat, his body shuddering against yours as he spills his seed deep inside.

as for the full box of condoms, he'll just make sure he takes out the trash, before you get to it.

★ RYOMEN SUKUNA

funny as fuck, he thinks, watching the way your breath hitches, how your eyes are already glazed over with lust and exhaustion. he hasn't even started yet, and you're practically begging. a slow, cruel smile spreads across his face as he takes in the flushed heat creeping up your neck. his own cock throbs, anticipating the tight squeeze.

"you look good like that," he informs you, his voice a low, gravelly purr, his gaze raking over your exposed skin. "all undone for me."

"'kuna," you whine again, a desperate sound that barely forms a word. you lift your hips off the bed, a small, frantic movement that screams for release.

he's right there, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your slick walls, but he remains frustratingly still, savoring your desperation.

he reaches out, his knuckles grazing your damp cheek, a possessive, almost taunting touch. he watches the way your pupils dilate, the frantic pulse in your throat. he enjoys this, the power he holds in this moment.

finally, with a sigh that sounds almost bored, he decides to grant your silent plea. he braces his hands on either side of your head and thrusts into you, a deep, forceful slide that makes you gasp.

you're so tight, so wet, and for a fleeting second, the intensity of your grip makes him think he might just lose it right there.

"shit, brat," he grits out, his breath hot against your ear. "can feel you milking me already. fucking needy, aren't you?" he pauses, letting you writhe beneath him. "beg for it."

"i— please, 'kuna… fuck…" your words are broken, barely coherent.

his hand drops lower, his fingers splaying across your throat, his thumb pressing just hard enough to restrict your breathing, a subtle reminder of his control.

his other hand clamps possessively onto your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple through the thin fabric, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. your head thrashes against the pillow, a choked sound rising in your throat, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

with each deliberate, grinding thrust into your slick cunt, he feels the knot in his gut tighten, the edge drawing closer. he can feel you too, the frantic clenching of your inner muscles mirroring his own rising tension. your nails dig into his shoulders, your body arching with each deep stroke.

just as his senses overload, just as his control threatens to shatter, he pulls out with a harsh sound, the slick head of his cock glistening in the dim light.

he snatches the condom, ripping it off with a swift, almost violent motion. your eyes fly open, confusion and a flicker of protest in their depths. but before you can utter a word, he slams back into you, burying himself even deeper, raw and unprotected.

he feels the shudder rip through his body, his jaw clenching as he orgasms. he's cumming, hot and thick, flooding your insides, marking you in a way that goes beyond the physical.

he feels the desperate contractions of your own climax still gripping him, a final, exquisite torture.

he collapses against you, his weight heavy, his breath ragged. he can feel the slick warmth of his seed mingling with your own wetness. he doesn't say a word, doesn't need to.

the act itself is his declaration. you're his now, in a way you can't deny. and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it.

❛ all works belong to deathofacupid, do not steal/plagiarize/repost. ❜

[propertyofwicked]

FIRST - LN

lando discovers his bestfriends little sister is a virgin, and will stop at no lengths to change that (and ruin her for anyone else)

warnings: smut!! MDNI!! virgin reader, fewtrell!sister, mostly soft smut with a small innocence kink

✧ it's officially assignment szn and ur girl is STRESSED. my posts wont be as frequent for a while but i am currently creating a backlog of things to post! ✧

masterlist the playlist

“ok, y/n - truth or dare?” ria asked the girl from across the circle they sat in on the floor of max’s living room.

being so close in age to her older brother, y/n fewtrell fit in well with his friendship group, often preferring to hang out with them over her own friends. a few others were dotted around the house, P and a couple girls using the kitchen. they were all due to head to a club soon, only using max’s house to pre drink as he lived closest.

“truth,” she responded, giggling slightly as the alcohol began to turn her tipsy - not drunk, just jolly she had told max when he last checked on her.

“where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” ria asked, giggling to herself at the rest of the group laughed, turning to face y/n for her answer. she went silent, heat rising her face gradually. her eyes scanned the group, everyone staring expectantly at her - only max avoided her gaze, looking at his phone to queue songs to the playlist.

“i- uh, well i guess i…haven’t?” she replied, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. she didn’t know why she was so embarrassed - she was 19, almost 20, and it seemed that everyone around her was coupled up, or at least active in that department. and, it hadn’t been through lack of trying, every man she had almost been with had found out and used it to get to who she was related to - and subsequently, lando - or gave her the ick before they got the chance to.

“what do you mean you haven’t?!” niran had laughed out, he hadn’t meant to laugh, he just couldn’t believe it.

“i ju-”

“ok can we stop quizzing my little sister on her sex life? please,” max interrupted, y/n sighing out a breath of relief when they finally moved to the next person. her eyes scouted across the group of people, glad to see them all distracted and no longer giving her the sympathy eyes over her pathetic excuse of a love life.

in her embarrassment, however, y/n missed the way lando’s eyes had darted to look at her when she had answered, missing the way they darkened slightly at the revelation. he shook the thoughts plaguing his mind away, focusing on keeping his face neutral as he watched the blush rising her cheeks.

she didn’t miss the way his eyes followed her as she snuck out the room, however. she’d hope no one would notice her sneaking into the kitchen, smiling at P before swiping a bottle of something and heading to the garden, legs landing gracefully to sit on a step.

this was not the first time she had dwelled on this, but this time, she could at least comfort the blow of her overactive brain by drinking - or so she thought. as not a moment after she’d removed the cap, the bottle was being snatched from her hands and closely inspected by a man towering above her crouched body.

“this smells like ass, y/n - are you sure you wanna drink it?” lando asked her, lowering himself to sit on the step next to her. the sky was darkening, stars filling the vast blackness.

“yes im sure, thanks dad,” she mocked him, arms reaching over to snatch the bottle from him, but once again, he moved his arm out, stretching the bottle further from her reach.

“nuh uh!” lando said, shaking his head, “only when you tell me why you intend on drinking what im sure is the finest bottle of… £3.99 vodka - jesus, £3.99?”

“sorry mister ‘owns-2-mclarens-and-a-lambo’,” she replied, leaning further into his side in a desperate bid to get the bottle back - she wasn’t even sure she wanted to drink it anymore, she just wanted something to fiddle with when lando eventually forced her to talk to him.

“didn’t answer my question, darlin’” he told her, placing the bottle besides him as he removed one of his threaded bracelets, placing it in her exposed palm.

oh he knew her a little too well.

“i jus- no it’s so stupid,” she conceded, the bracelet twisting around her fingers. she stared directly at it, refusing to meet lando’s intense gaze.

“bet it’s not,” he told her, moving an arm to wrap around her when he felt the chill air brush his own skin.

“you know what’s worse than having to announce to your friends that you’re a lonely little virgin that no one wants? being the lonely little virgin. it’s so fucking embarrassing - i’m 19, hell i’m nearly 20 and when everyone around you has someone in their life, it’s so hard not to feel so behind in your own life, to feel completely unlovable, to constantly feel like there’s something wrong with you,” she breathed out, still refusing to make eye contact with the man besides her.

lando took in a deep breath, choosing his next words so carefully. his hand reached up to her chin, turning her face to look up at his.

“y/n, you are not unlovable, you’re not falling behind in life and there is certainly nothing wrong with you,” he told her, his tone harsh in attempt to knock some sense into her. she shook her head at him in disbelief, his hand dropping back to his side.

“see, i really want to believe you but the evidence isn’t really stacking up in support of your argument. if that was true, i probably wouldn’t be sat in my brother’s back garden throwing myself a pity party.”

“i think your brother might’ve had a part to play in this, if im honest y/n,” lando said, slipping up slightly. she paused at his words, before her head shot round to look at him again.

“what? what do you mean max has something do with the fact no one wants me?”

“it’s not that no one wants you, y/n,” he sighed at her again before giving in, realising he’d already said too much to stop now, “it’s just that max has a bad habit of… threatening anyone who even mentions you in that way?” he added, his tone making it sound like he wasn’t even sure himself.

“threatening them?” she repeated, anger beginning to bubble up in her stomach.

“he’s only actually hit 2 of them - hell even ive had a close call with his fist a few times,” lando laughed, before realising what he’d indirectly admitted to. luckily, neither of them had time to dwell on it before the man in question popped his head round the door.

“what are you two losers doing out here?” he joked, before sensing some tension being thrown his way, “whatever, we’re leaving in a minute if you wanna get ready?”

“no thanks,” y/n told him, pushing herself up and beginning to walk past him.

“huh?” max replied, confused.

“i said, no thanks. wouldn’t wanna risk you punching anyone who shows the slightest interest in me,” she added, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him. she turned quickly on her heel, walking off, ignoring the group as she trailed up to the spare bedroom.

the two boys shared a look between them, lando’s face holding that of apology whilst max’s was gradually moving to infuriated.

“what did you tell her?” max asked him, jaw clenching slightly.

“i didn’t mean to,” lando replied, throwing his arms out slightly as he stood up, “i just thought she ought to know that the reason boys don’t go for her is not because she is completely unlovable.”

“she said that?” max asked, startled slightly at the comment, “she thought she was unlovable?”

lando said nothing, throwing a simple nod at him before brushing past him and making his way to the front door.

y/n laid in her bed, her mind racing through the conversation with lando, like a record on repeat. she’d heard the rest of them leave the house almost an hour ago, leaving her to lay with her own thoughts once more.

there was nothing wrong with her, max just threatened anyone who came too close to her.

max had punched 2 guys who had tried to get with her.

max had tried to punch lando - wait, why had he tried to punch lando?

the sound of the front door opening, then quickly shutting again drew her from her thoughts, a natural panic spreading through her veins.

“hello?” she called out, confused as to who could be walking in the house right now. there was no response for a moment, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs filled the silence.

“it’s just me, baby,” a voice called out, the childhood nickname letting her know it was lando approaching her bedroom. the name used to be max and lando’s attempt to tease the girl, calling her a baby when she cried after dropping her ice cream. that was when she was 7, but 13 years later, the nickname still stuck. somewhere along the line, the name had turned from mimicking to a term of endearment, blurring the lines of their friendship every time he called out to her.

“oh thank god, i thought you were a murderer,” she joked, her breathing easing as his head poked around the door, eyes meeting hers.

“you thought i was a murderer and chose to shout ‘hello’? brave, or stupid?” lando joked back.

“never let them know your next move,” y/n replied with a shrug, before noticing the way one of lando’s hands remained hidden behind the door, “whatcha got there?” she asked him, the way one would ask a dog who had something they shouldn’t.

“depends, are you gonna be nice to me?” he shot back.

“me? im always nice to you, lan,” an innocent smile built on her face.

“tell that to the scar on my back.”

“tell the scar on your back to get over it, it was 10 years ago,” she snorted as he moved further into the door frame.

“no ice cream for you then,” lando replied, smirking at her as he shrugged.

“you got ice cream?” she asked, eyes widening at him.

“thought you might wanna watch a film and forget about tonight with a flurry.”

“gimme,” y/n said, making grabby hands that would’ve been embarrassing had she not already had the worst night of her life.

“nuh uh, not until you’re nice to m-”

“oh get over here you drama queen,” she groaned at him, patting the spot next to her on the bed. lando would never say no to her, giving in so easily as he climbed under the blanket, an arm falling naturally behind her head as he did.

he began fiddling with the tv remote, scrolling through netflix for something to watch. y/n leant further into his embrace, her head settling lightly on his chest as she looked up at him.

“lan - why didn’t you stay at the club?” she asked quietly, fighting the urge to fiddle with her fingers, nervous at the thought of insinuating that he’d want to spend his evening with her instead.

“clubs are only good when you’re drunk,” lando replied with a shrug, eyes still focused on the tv, “id rather just be the designated driver and still be able to get up for training in the morning.”

his eyes flitted down at her quickly, glad she’d returned her gaze to the screen as if he’d seen her wide eyes staring up at him, lando doubted he’d be able to control himself. what she’d revealed earlier still flew around his brain as he fought desperately to shake away any thoughts of taking her innocence, ruining her for anyone else. god, he felt like a creep.

the two fell into a comfortable silence, both of them appearing to focus on the film playing in front of them. lando’s hand remained tightly around her waist, his hand moving beneath her shirt slightly for his fingers to trace circles into her skin. her head remained on his chest, each breath taking in the lingering smell of his aftershave.

“lan?” she broke the silence again, looking up at him once again.

“yes, baby?” he replied, eyes never straying from the screen.

“what did you mean earlier when you said max had even tried to punch you?”

his head shot down to look at her, feeling himself crumble slightly as her eyes stared widely up at him, her tired voice drawing him further into the trap. he could lie, tell her it was a misunderstanding. or he could tell her the truth, and pray it didn’t destroy his entire friendship with the fewtrell siblings.

“when you told me i wasn’t unlovable earlier, you really meant…” she asked, filling in for his silence. she trailed off at the end of her sentence, unwilling to get her hopes up.

“yeah.. so about that,” he said, trying to regain his confidence. she hit at his chest lightly, pushing herself to sit up and look at his face clearer than ever.

“how long?” she asked him with unwavering eye contact.

“longer than i want to admit,” lando replied, smiling at her awkwardly, “and i understand if you don’t fe-”

“kiss me.”

“wha-”

“you heard me,” she told him before joining their lips apprehensively. it started off slow, both testing the waters before falling into a steady pace. his tongue swiped her bottom lip softly, deepening the kiss as his hand raised to hold her jaw. she stifled a moan, embarrassed at the way her body was reacting to the slightest touch.

“don’t get shy on me now, baby,” he told her, hands dropping to her waist, “come ‘ere.”

lando’s hands settled on her hips, fingers gripping at them slightly to guide her onto his lap. as she settled into the new position, he kissed her again, gentle in the way he pulled her in closer, his free hand disappearing under her shirt to draw circles into her skin once more. her hips instinctively rolled into his at the feeling, and he gripped at her skin harder, a small groan escaping his mouth.

“fuck, keep that up and i won’t be able to stop,” he warned her as she rolled her hips again. his head dropped to her jaw, pressing soft kisses along the skin.

“what if i don’t want this to stop?” she asked him, causing him to pause, looking up at her softly.

“are you sure?” he asking, checking her face for any sign of hesitancy. she nodded at him before speaking.

“there’s no one i trust more.”

with her reassurance, lando flipped the top of them over, trailing kisses down her neck as he hovered above her.

“we’ll go slow,” he told her as he pulled at her t-shirt, tugging the fabric up her torso, “wanted this for so long. gonna take my time with you,” he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to the skin of her stomach. her back arched into him slightly, helping him remove her top fully. y/n felt exposed, more so than usual. had it not been for lando’s large hands snaking up to grab at her breasts, she would’ve used her own to shield her nudity.

“so gorgeous,” he mumbled again, before dipping his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth, tongue flicking at it, his fingers tugged at the other. he pushed himself back up, re joining their lips in a sweet kiss.

“gonna make you feel good, alright?” he asked her, watching the way her head nodded at him, “yeah? need you to use your words from now on baby.”

“think you should take your top off now,” she told him, her confidence returning slightly, “seems a bit unfair,” she added, jokingly pointing at her own exposed chest.

“so it is,” he agreed, sitting back on his knees as his hands gripped the bottom of his own t-shirt, lifting it over his head. the material landed on the floor, but y/n couldn’t care less - she was much more focused on the way his muscles looked, a combination of his tan and the soft fairy lights illuminating his features in a way that had her stomach rolling for him.

“oi! my eyes are up here,” he joked, settling himself between her legs. lando’s hands trailed up the exposed skin of her thighs, dragging his fingers slowly. her hips jutted up slightly at the sensation, a satisfied smirking fighting its way onto lando’s face.

“this ok?” he asked her, hands toying with the waistband of her shorts.

“yeah,” she breathed out, anticipation beginning to get the better of her as he began pulling the material away from her heat.

“tell me to stop and i’ll stop,” lando told her, discarding her shorts with his top, before adjusting his gaze to her, “just relax f’me. breathe,” he added, noticing the way her chest had frozen, breath caught in her throat. a finger ran through her folds softly, her hips rolling slightly at the sudden feeling of his rough finger pad circling her clit. his movements stopped for a moment as he moved back up her body, kissing her softly as he gathered her slick along his fingers.

“so wet for me,” he told her, kissing at her jaw, “gonna get you ready for me, ok?”

“please, lan,” she begged, panting slightly as his fingers circled her heat again, pressing into her slightly. it’s not like she hadn’t done this before on herself, which was potentially her downfall the moment he pressed a finger into her, the stretch unexpected. lando’s face pressed into her neck, kissing a trail along the skin as he pumped his finger a few times. he could hear every noise she made for him so clearly, drawing him to push a second finger into her, feeling the way her walls clamped around him.

“im ready, lan, please just fuck me,” she begged him, panting in between her words. he could’ve passed out her words, blood rushing from his brain and straight to his cock. his body pushed back up, standing quickly to remove the rest of his clothes. her hands halted him as they reached out and grabbed at the waist band of his joggers, pulling them down slowly as the pressure of his cock strained against the tight material. he helped her remove them fully, her spare hand adding difficulty as she palmed him through his boxers.

“fuck, angel,” he groaned, careful not to overwhelm her as she pulled at his boxers, tugging them down as she had his joggers. however they soon established his noises were not as overwhelming as the size of his cock - her eyes widening as she came face to face with it, her finger running down the thick vein that travelled his length.

“like what you see?” he joked in attempt to ease her nerves.

“how-? is that gonna fit?” she stuttered, gaze travelling down to her stomach as if she were trying to size herself up.

“im sure we’ll make it work,” he replied, hand reaching to her chin, forcing her to look back up at him, “remember, we can stop whenever.”

she nodded at him, before reaching up, looping her arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. he used the leverage to lay her back down, hovering over her once again as he rested on his forearm. without breaking the kiss, he reached down, guiding his cock through her folds a few times before settling the tip at her entrance.

“you sure?” lando checked again, searching her face for any last minute apprehension.

“are you sure?” she retorted, her smile illuminated by the moons glow, “can’t imagine fucking a virgin is high on your bucket list.”

“you’d be surprised,” he responded, mumbling slightly, his cock throbbed in his hand. he began lowering his hips, pushing into her slowly, low grunts falling from his lips as he disappeared further inside her.

“breathe baby, breathe for me,” he told her, feeling the way her body had tensed, her chest stilling as she inhaled deeply, “feel so good.”

lando waited a moment, watching the way her face softened, his necklace dangling dangerously around her lips. he started moving at a gentle pace, careful to listen to her responses.

“feels good,” she told him, eyes looking into his.

“yeah? ‘my the first person to make you feel good?” he asked, baiting her slightly.

“yes, fuck lan. only you.”

he close to lost it, his brain short circuiting at her words. he began to move faster in her, relishing in the way she moaned his name, her walls contracting around his cock. his hand reached between the two of them, fingers flicking at her clit before drawing pressured circles around her heat.

“faster, lan, please,” y/n begged him, her hand raising to tug at his curls.

“gonna ruin you for anyone else, angel,” he grunted, hips snapping into hers at a brutal pace, his eyes focused on the way her breasts moved in unison with his thrusts.

lando felt his high coming quicker than he could ever remember, feeling the way her grip on his bicep tightened and her breathing became more sporadic letting him know she was close too.

“you wanna cum with me?” he asked her, his tone soft whilst his pace remained rough, his fingers beginning to trace his own name on her clit. it gave him a sense of ownership over her, an invisible trace of him that would linger on her sensitivity forever - and she loved it, whining at the feeling of his skin on hers.

“please, fuck. wanna cum,” she told him, eyes shutting as her head rolled back. lando’s head dropped to her exposed neck, his teeth nipping at the skin before he titled his head further, mouth landing on the flesh of her breast. he’d quickly realised that leaving visible mark on his best friends little sister was potentially not the smartest idea, choosing to nip at the skin of her tit, mouth sucking the flesh into his lips as he did. his raised himself up again, admiring the way blood ran to the surface of her skin, only imagining the way she’d look when a bruise formed on the spot.

“only me?” he asked her, hand moving to grip her jaw, dark eyes locking with hers.

“only you,” she replied in a breathless moan.

“good girl,” he said, feeling the way her hips rolled up into his, heat running through her entire body as her climax washed over her. y/n shook around him lightly, her stomach spasming as she rode out her high, but lando couldn’t stop and admire the view. he pulled out quickly, feeling his own high rising in his cock, both of their eyes glued on the way his cock shot out ropes of cum that landed on her stomach.

“so….” she started, trying to fill the somewhat awkward tension in the room.

“we are so doing that again,” he said with a chuckle and he moved to locate his joggers on the floor.

“oh absolutely,” she replied, laughing with him as the fear of him leaving her washed away, though her eyebrow quirked up at him as he shuffled to the door.

“just grabbing a cloth. gotta get you cleaned up so we can finish the film,” he added with a smile.

minutes later, they were both sat back in the bed, her legs thrown over his lap as one hand grazed the skin of his back lightly, lando’s hand running up and down her thigh in a similar fashion. they sat in a comfortable silence, knowing that eventually they would need to discuss the future of this, the future of them, but for now lando relished in the way her hand continuously stroked at the same spot on his back. the same spot - he internally questioned.

“watcha doing?” he finally asked, curious to her supposed fixation on his left shoulder blade.

“apologising to the scar on your back?” she retorted, circling back to their earlier conversation.

“never apologise for anything ever again,” he mumbled into her hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“what if i murdered your entire family?” she piped up.

“i support women’s rights and their wrongs.”

“preach.”

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Elysium | His Angel

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Pairing: College!Yn x CrimeBossl!Harry

WC: 6.5k

Summary: How Harry Styles met his angel

His Angel Masterlist

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The bass thrums through the exclusive nightclub, vibrating beneath Y/N's feet as she follows her friends through the crowd. The place screams money and danger in equal measure. All sleek black surfaces, private booths guarded by serious-looking men, and beautiful people trying too hard to look like they belong.

"I can't believe we got in!" her friend Mia shouts over the music, clutching Y/N's arm excitedly. "Do you know how impossible it is to get into Elysium without being on the list?"

Y/N shrugs, taking in the scene with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "Perks of knowing the right people, I guess."

Their other friend, Zoe, leans in, nudging Y/N’s side. "And being hot.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes. "That's ridiculous. We didn't get in because of that"

Mia nudges her, eyes wide. "Come on, let's get drinks!"

They make their way to the crowded bar. As Y/N waits, she feels a prickling sensation, as if someone is watching her. She scans the crowd, her eyes eventually landing on a VIP section elevated above the dance floor.

There, lounging with casual dominance in the center of the booth, sits a man who seems both part of the scene and separate from it. He's undeniably handsome. Sharp jawline, intense eyes, an air of controlled danger in the way he holds himself. Unlike the eager crowd around him, he appears almost bored.

Until his eyes meet hers.

Y/N feels the impact of his gaze like a physical thing. She quickly looks away, unsettled by the intensity of the brief connection.

"Who's that?" she asks Mia, nodding discreetly toward the VIP section.

Mia follows her gaze and nearly chokes on her drink. "Holy shit, that's him. That's Harry Styles. The owner. He never comes here on Saturdays."

Before Y/N can respond, a bartender approaches with a glass of amber liquid.

"Compliments of Mr. Styles," he says, placing it in front of her.

Y/N stares at the drink, then back at the VIP section. The man—Harry—is still watching her, one eyebrow raised slightly in challenge. She can feel her friends buzzing with excitement beside her.

"Tell Mr. Styles thank you," she says to the bartender, then adds clearly, "but I prefer to buy my own drinks."

She pushes the glass back across the bar, ignoring her friends' shocked expressions.

"Are you insane?" Zoe hisses. "You don't turn down Harry Styles!"

"Watch me," Y/N replies, turning her back to the VIP section and ordering a vodka soda.

The night continues, and Y/N determinedly enjoys herself with her friends, though she can't shake the feeling of being watched. An hour later, the same bartender approaches again, this time with a different drink. Something fruity with an umbrella.

"Mr. Styles thought perhaps his choice wasn't to your taste," the bartender explains with a barely suppressed smile. "He's offering alternatives until he finds something you like."

Y/N can't help the laugh that escapes her. "Persistent, isn't he?"

She glances toward the VIP section. Harry is leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, watching her reaction with undisguised interest. When their eyes meet again, he raises his own glass in a mock toast.

On impulse, Y/N takes the fruity concoction and walks directly toward the VIP section. The security guards look to Harry, who nods once, allowing her to approach.

"Most women would be flattered by the attention," Harry says when she reaches him, his voice deep and smooth, with an edge that suggests he's used to getting what he wants.

"Most women aren't me," Y/N responds, placing the untouched drink on the table in front of him. "And I don't drink things from strangers, no matter how expensive their clubs are."

Instead of being offended, Harry looks amused, his eyes traveling slowly over her face, down to her lips, then back to her eyes.

"Harry Styles," he says, extending a hand. "Now we're not strangers."

Y/N hesitates, then takes his hand. His grip is warm and firm.

"Y/N," she replies, deliberately withholding her last name.

Harry's lips curve into a smile that makes her heart beat a little faster.

"Y/N," he repeats, as if tasting her name. "Sit with me."

It's not a request, but not quite a demand either. Something in between that makes her want to both comply and resist.

"I'm here with friends," she says, nodding toward Mia and Zoe, who are watching with wide eyes from the bar.

"They can join us," Harry offers, though his eyes never leave hers, making it clear who he's interested in.

Y/N considers him for a moment, then shakes her head.

"Maybe another time," she says, turning to leave.

Harry catches her wrist, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the strength she can feel in his fingers.

"Dance with me, then," he says, his voice lower. "Just one."

Y/N looks down at his hand on her wrist, then back to his face. Up close, he's even more attractive. Sangerous in a way that should send her running but instead makes her curious.

"One dance," she agrees finally.

The dance floor is crowded, but people seem to instinctively make space for Harry as he leads her through the press of bodies. When he turns to face her, pulling her closer than strictly necessary, Y/N feels a thrill of something that's not quite fear run through her.

"So," she says as they begin to move to the music, "is this what you do? Send drinks to women and expect them to fall at your feet?"

Harry's hand slides to the small of her back, warm through the thin material of her dress.

"Only when they catch my attention," he replies, his eyes holding hers. "And they don't usually send the drinks back."

"Maybe you need the challenge," Y/N suggests, surprised by her own boldness.

Harry's eyes darken slightly, his fingers flexing against her back.

"Maybe I do," he agrees, pulling her incrementally closer. "Though I usually get what I want in the end."

Y/N raises an eyebrow. "Pretty confident for someone whose drink I just rejected. Twice."

Harry laughs, the sound rich and genuine, transforming his face from intimidating to almost boyish for a brief moment.

"Yet here you are, dancing with me," he points out.

The song changes to something slower, more sensual. Harry's hand slides lower on her back, not quite inappropriate but definitely possessive. Y/N knows she should step away, create some distance, but something about him draws her in.

"I'm curious," she admits. "What does a man who owns a place like this do when he's not sending drinks to women?"

Harry studies her, as if deciding how much to reveal.

"I have various business interests," he says vaguely. "The club is just one of them."

"That's not an answer," Y/N challenges.

His lips quirk. "It's all you're getting for now."

They dance in silence for a moment, the chemistry between them building with each sway of their bodies.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” Harry says finally, his thumb tracing slow circles on her back. “And I notice everyone who walks into my club.”

Y/N raises a brow, amused. “That’s a lot of people to notice.”

Harry’s gaze sharpens, locking onto hers. Without a word, he spins her smoothly, guiding her back into his chest. His lips lower to her ear, his voice low and deliberate.

“I would have noticed you.”

Her breath catches as his words settle over her, the bass of the music a faint echo compared to the quiet intensity of his tone.

“Probably because I don’t go out much,” she says, trying to steady her voice. “I’m at Westlake University. Moved here for school.”

Harry nods, filing away the information, spinning her back to face him. “Studying?”

“Psychology. With a minor in criminal justice.”

That earns her a small, intrigued smile. “Planning to analyze criminals?”

Y/N smiles. "Something like that."

Harry leans back in, his lips near her ear. "And what would your analysis of me be, Y/N the psychology student?"

His breath against her skin sends a shiver down her spine.

"I'd need more data," she manages to say, her voice steadier than she feels.

Harry pulls back just enough to look at her, his expression shifting to something more intense, more predatory.

"I could give you more data," he suggests, his meaning unmistakable.

Y/N knows she should walk away. Everything about this man screams danger and complication. But the heat in his eyes, the chemistry crackling between them, makes her reckless.

"Your office," she says, surprising herself with the decision. "Not your home, not a hotel. Just an hour, then I go back to my friends."

Harry's eyes widen slightly, clearly not expecting her directness. Then that slow smile returns, satisfied and hungry at once.

"My office it is," he agrees, taking her hand and leading her away from the dance floor.

They navigate through the club, Harry nodding to security as they pass. No one questions where they're going or tries to stop them. It's clear who's in charge here.

His office is surprisingly tasteful with dark woods, leather furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Harry locks the door behind them, then turns to face her.

"Having second thoughts?" he asks, noticing her hesitation.

Y/N shakes her head, stepping closer to him. "Just wondering if you do this often."

Harry's hands come to rest on her hips, drawing her against him.

"Bring women to my office?" he clarifies. "Never."

Before she can decide if she believes him, his mouth is on hers, hungry and demanding. Y/N responds immediately, her body arching into his as his hands slide down to cup her ass, lifting her against him.

"Fuck," he breathes against her mouth. "You taste even better than I imagined."

He walks her backward until she hits his desk, then lifts her onto it, stepping between her thighs. His hands are everywhere—tangling in her hair, tracing the curve of her breast, sliding up her thigh beneath her dress.

Y/N pulls at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin beneath her palms. Harry helps, practically tearing the buttons in his haste to remove it. His body is a work of art—toned and tattooed, with a strength that makes her mouth go dry.

"You're sure?" he asks, his voice rough with desire as his fingers find the edge of her underwear.

Y/N nods, beyond words as his touch sends electricity through her veins. Harry's eyes hold hers as he pushes the fabric aside, his fingers finding her already wet and ready for him.

"So responsive," he murmurs appreciatively, circling her clit with his thumb. "So fucking perfect."

Harry's fingers work with devastating precision, drawing small circles around her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance. Y/N's head falls back, a breathy moan escaping her lips as he slides one finger inside her, then another, curling them to find that spot that makes her thighs tremble.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice low and rough.

Y/N forces her eyes open, meeting his intense gaze as he continues to work her with his fingers, his thumb maintaining that maddening pressure against her clit.

"I want to see your face when you come," he tells her, the crude words somehow making everything more intense. "And you will come, angel. First on my fingers, then on my cock."

The confidence in his voice, the absolute certainty that he can deliver on that promise, sends another rush of wetness to her core. Harry feels it, his eyes darkening as he increases his pace.

"That's it," he encourages, his free hand gripping her hip to keep her steady on the desk. "Let go for me."

Y/N feels herself tightening around his fingers, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. When his mouth drops to her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, she shatters, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through her.

"Fucking beautiful," Harry murmurs against her skin, working her through the orgasm, not stopping until she's trembling from oversensitivity.

Only then does he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her as he holds her gaze. The sight is so erotic that Y/N feels desire pooling in her belly again, despite having just come undone seconds before.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he tells her, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through her. "And I've been imagining it since I saw you walk into my club tonight."

His hands move to the hem of her dress, pushing it up her thighs.

"Off," he orders, helping her pull it over her head and tossing it aside.

Y/N sits on his desk in just her black lace bra and matching thong, feeling both vulnerable and powerful under his hungry gaze. Harry steps back just enough to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving her body.

"Touch yourself," he instructs as he unfastens his pants. "Show me how you like it."

The command should embarrass her—she's never been this bold with previous partners—but something about Harry makes her want to obey. She slides her hand between her thighs, fingers finding her still-sensitive clit as she watches him free himself from his boxers.

The size of him makes her breath catch, both intimidated and desperately eager to feel him inside her. Harry strokes himself slowly, watching her fingers move between her legs.

"Condom?" she manages to ask, her voice breathy with arousal.

Harry reaches into his desk drawer without taking his eyes off her, retrieving a foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth, rolling it on with practiced ease before stepping between her thighs again.

"Spread wider for me," he directs, his hands gripping her hips to position her at the edge of the desk.

Y/N complies, letting her knees fall further apart as Harry aligns himself with her entrance. He teases her first, running the head of his cock through her wetness, circling her clit in a way that makes her whimper with need.

"Please," she breathes, beyond pride now, wanting only to feel him inside her.

"Please what?" Harry asks, his voice strained but still commanding. "Tell me what you want, Y/N."

The use of her name sends another jolt of arousal through her.

"I want you inside me," she tells him, meeting his gaze directly. "Now."

A flash of approval crosses his features before he pushes forward, entering her in one slow, deliberate thrust that has both of them groaning. Harry pauses once he's fully seated, his forehead dropping to rest against hers.

"So fucking tight," he murmurs, his breathing ragged. "You feel even better than I imagined."

He gives her a moment to adjust to his size before he begins to move, setting a pace that's deep and measured, each thrust hitting spots inside her that make her see stars. Y/N wraps her legs around his waist, changing the angle and drawing him even deeper.

"That's it," he encourages, one hand moving to the small of her back to support her. "Take all of me."

The desk creaks beneath them as Harry's thrusts grow more forceful, his control visibly slipping as pleasure builds. He reaches between them, his thumb finding her clit again, working it in time with his movements.

"Come again," he orders, his voice strained. "Come on my cock, angel."

The combination of his touch, his words, and the relentless pressure of him inside her pushes Y/N toward the edge again. She clings to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as her second orgasm approaches, more intense than the first.

"Harry," she gasps, her inner walls beginning to clench around him.

"That's it," he growls, his pace becoming punishing. "Say my name when you come."

The command sends her over the edge, her body arching as pleasure explodes through her, his name falling from her lips like a prayer. Harry's rhythm falters as she tightens around him, but he doesn't stop, working her through the orgasm before pulling out completely.

Before she can protest the sudden emptiness, he's turning her around, bending her over the desk, her chest pressed against the cool wood surface.

"I'm not done with you yet," he tells her, his hand running down her spine before gripping her hip. "Not even close."

He enters her again from behind, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. Y/N cries out, oversensitive but still somehow wanting more. Harry establishes a brutal pace, one hand gripping her hip while the other tangles in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her back.

"Look at you," he says, his voice rough with exertion. "Taking it so well. Like you were made for my cock."

The crude praise should offend her, but instead, it sends another rush of arousal through her already overstimulated body. Harry seems to sense this, his words becoming filthier as his thrusts grow more erratic.

Just when Y/N thinks she can't take anymore, he pulls out again, turning her to face him before lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrap around his waist as he carries her across the room, pressing her back against the wall.

"Hold onto me," he instructs, supporting her weight with his hands beneath her thighs.

Y/N locks her arms around his neck, marveling at the strength it takes to hold her this way. Harry enters her again in this new position, the angle hitting a spot inside her that makes her cry out.

"There it is," he says with satisfaction, adjusting to hit that same spot repeatedly. "One more time, angel. Give me one more."

She didn't think it was possible. Not after two already and especially when most guys struggled to get one. But the way he's moving inside her, the way he's looking at her like she's the most exquisite thing he's ever seen, has her building toward a third peak.

"I can't," she gasps, even as her body tightens around him.

"You can," he insists, one hand moving from her thigh to where they're joined, his thumb finding her clit again. "And you will. For me."

The pressure of his thumb, combined with the relentless thrusting and the weight of his gaze locked on hers, pushes her over the edge one final time. This orgasm is different. It’s more intense, almost painful in its pleasure, ripping a scream from her throat that Harry captures with his mouth.

Only then does he allow himself to follow, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside her, a guttural groan escaping him as he comes, his body shuddering against hers.

They stay like that for several moments, both breathing heavily, his forehead resting against hers. Y/N feels boneless, completely spent, her body still pulsing around him in aftershocks.

Eventually, Harry carefully lowers her to her feet, keeping an arm around her waist when her knees threaten to buckle. There's something almost tender in the way he steadies her, a gentleness that seems at odds with the man who just fucked her senseless against his office wall.

"Alright?" he asks, his voice quieter now, a hint of concern in his tone.

Y/N nods, unable to form words just yet. Harry guides her to the leather couch at the side of the office, grabbing his discarded shirt along the way and helping her into it. The gesture is unexpectedly thoughtful, as is the bottle of water he retrieves from a mini-fridge, uncapping it before handing it to her.

"Drink," he says, the word still carrying that commanding tone even as his expression softens slightly.

She obeys, suddenly aware of how thirsty she is. Harry sits beside her, still gloriously naked and apparently unconcerned about it. His hand comes to rest on her thigh, thumb tracing small circles on her skin.

"You're full of surprises," he comments, watching her with an intensity that makes her wonder what he's thinking.

"How so?" Y/N asks, finding her voice at last.

Harry's lips curve into that dangerous smile again.

"You don't seem like the type to follow a stranger into his office," he observes. "Let alone let him fuck you three ways from Sunday."

The crude language makes her blush, but she holds his gaze.

"Maybe I'm not usually," she admits. "But there's something about you..."

Harry's smile widens, satisfaction evident in his expression.

"The feeling is mutual," he tells her, his hand moving higher on her thigh. "Which is why I'm not done with you yet."

Y/N's eyes widen, her body somehow responding to the promise in his words despite how thoroughly he's already wrung her out.

"I don't think I can—" she begins, but Harry cuts her off with a kiss, this one slower, more deliberate than the desperate ones they'd shared before.

"You can," he assures her when he pulls back, that same absolute confidence in his voice. "And you will. But not here."

He stands, offering her his hand.

"Come home with me," he says, and it's not really a question, though his eyes search hers as if waiting for permission. "Let me show you what I can do when we have a proper bed and all night."

Y/N knows she should say no. She knows nothing about this man except that he owns this club, commands respect from everyone around him, and just gave her the most intense sexual experience of her life. Going home with him is reckless, potentially dangerous.

So  shakes her head, reality returning now that the haze of desire has cleared.

"I can't. My friends will be worried."

Harry looks like he wants to argue but instead reaches for his pants off the floor, extracting a business card. He scribbles something on the back before handing it to her.

"My personal number," he explains. "Call me."

Y/N takes the card, tucking it into her purse without promising anything. Harry pulls her in for one more kiss. Slower this time, almost tender.

"You'll call," he says against her lips, somewhere between a statement and a question.

Y/N smiles enigmatically. "We'll see."

She doesn't call. Not that weekend when she returns to her university, not the following week. She tells herself it was just a one-time thing, an exciting story to remember but not repeat.

But two weeks later, as she exits her favorite coffee shop near campus, a familiar black Range Rover pulls up to the curb. The window rolls down to reveal Harry, looking both out of place and perfectly at ease in the college town.

"You didn't call," he says simply, his eyes taking in every detail of her surprised face.

Y/N stares at him, coffee clutched in her hand. "How did you find me?"

Harry's smile is slow and confident. "I told you, Y/N. I usually get what I want in the end."

And despite knowing better, despite all her training in psychology telling her this is a dangerous path, Y/N finds herself walking toward the car, drawn by something she can't—or doesn't want to—resist.

She steps closer to the car, “what do you want Harry? I’m busy” she crosses her arms, taking a sip of her coffee that Harry knew had too much sugar than a normal person should have

He leans slightly out the open window, his forearms resting on the door as he studies her with those intense eyes. He's dressed more casually than at the club with a simple black t-shirt that clings to his shoulders, expensive watch glinting on his wrist, but he still radiates the same controlled power.

"Too busy to call?" he asks, one corner of his mouth lifting. "Or just busy in general?"

His gaze drops to the coffee cup in her hand, then back to her face.

"Three pumps of caramel, extra sugar, light on the actual coffee," he says, nodding at her drink. "Your barista looked concerned for your health."

Y/N's eyes narrow slightly, unsettled by how he knows her coffee order.

"That doesn't answer my question," she says, maintaining her composure despite the flutter in her stomach at seeing him again. "What are you doing here, Harry?"

Students pass by on the sidewalk, some glancing curiously at the luxury vehicle and the imposing man inside it. Harry seems oblivious to the attention, his focus entirely on her.

"You were supposed to call," he says simply, as if that explains everything. "When someone doesn't follow the script, I get...curious."

He reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm where it's crossed defensively over her chest.

"Get in the car, Y/N. Let me buy you lunch."

It's not quite a command, but it's definitely not a request either. That same in-between tone that had worked on her at the club.

Y/N takes a deliberate step back, out of his reach.

"I have class in an hour," she says, though she doesn't immediately walk away. "And I don't appreciate being tracked down. It's creepy, not flattering."

Harry studies her for a moment, then nods as if coming to a decision. He opens the car door and steps out, his height and presence immediately dominating the sidewalk. Several passing students actually stop walking to stare.

"Forty-five minutes," he counters, moving into her space with a confidence that borders on arrogance. "That's all I'm asking. Then I'll drive you to your class myself."

He reaches for her free hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as he uncurls her fingers from their tight grip.

"Unless you're scared," he adds, the challenge clear in his voice. "Afraid you might actually like me beyond a quick fuck in my office."

Y/N inhales sharply at his crude reminder of their encounter, heat rising to her cheeks despite her best efforts.

"I'm not afraid of you," she says, the lie obvious to both of them.

Harry's smile turns knowing, almost predatory.

"Not afraid of me," he corrects softly. "Afraid of how I make you feel."

He's standing too close now, close enough that she can smell his expensive cologne mixed with something uniquely him. Close enough to remind her body exactly what it felt like to be pressed against his.

"Forty-five minutes," he repeats. "Then you never have to see me again if that's what you want."

Y/N knows she should walk away. Everything about this man from his unexpected appearance at her school to his obvious disregard for normal boundaries screams danger. But there's something else there too, something in the intensity of his gaze that makes her wonder if there's more to Harry Styles than the dangerous club owner with too much money and power.

"Thirty minutes," she counters, asserting what little control she can. "And you stay on your side of the table."

Harry's smile widens, genuine amusement mixing with triumph.

"Deal," he agrees, opening the passenger door for her.

As Y/N slides into the luxurious interior of his car, she can't help wondering if she's making a terrible mistake. But when Harry gets in beside her, his eyes meeting hers with that same electric intensity from the club, she also can't help wondering if some mistakes might be worth making.

"So," she says, buckling her seatbelt as he pulls away from the curb, "how exactly did you find me? And don't say 'I have my ways.' That's not an answer."

Harry glances at her, then back at the road, his hands confident on the steering wheel.

"You told me you study at Westlake," he reminds her. "Psychology with criminal justice."

"That doesn't explain how you knew I'd be at that specific coffee shop at this specific time," Y/N presses.

Harry is quiet for a moment, then shrugs slightly.

"I had someone look into your schedule," he admits without apology. "You go to that coffee shop every Wednesday between your morning classes."

Y/N stares at him, caught between outrage and disbelief.

"That's…that's stalking, Harry. You can't just investigate people because they don't call you back."

He turns to look at her, his expression serious despite the casual way he's just admitted to having her followed.

"I wanted to see you again," he says, as if that justifies everything. "Normal methods weren't working."

"Normal methods like accepting rejection?" Y/N suggests pointedly.

Harry's jaw tightens slightly, the first crack in his composed facade.

"Is that what you were doing? Rejecting me?"

His tone is casual, but there's an undercurrent of something else, perhaps genuine uncertainty, which surprises her.

Y/N sighs, looking out the window as they drive through the college town.

"I don't know what I was doing," she admits quietly. "That night was... intense. But complicated. You're complicated."

Harry pulls into the parking lot of an upscale restaurant and the kind of place college students rarely frequent due to the prices.

"I'm actually very simple," he says, turning off the engine and facing her. "I see something I want, I pursue it."

His eyes hold hers, intense and unwavering.

"And I want you, Y/N. More than I've wanted anyone in a very long time."

The raw honesty in his voice catches her off guard. Y/N swallows, trying to maintain her composure.

"Thirty minutes," she reminds him, reaching for the door handle. "And then I have class."

Harry's smile returns, confident now that he's gotten what he wanted—for the moment, at least.

"Thirty minutes," he agrees. "For now."

They take a seat and Y/N sit with her arms crossed, “so, how many other women have you harassed into having lunch with you?”

Harry settles across from her, his posture relaxed despite the tension between them. The restaurant staff clearly recognizes him, a nervous maître d' having practically tripped over himself to seat them at the best table in the house.

Harry smirks at her question, unfolding his napkin with deliberate movements.

"Harassed? Is that what we're calling this?" he asks, seeming genuinely amused rather than offended. "And to answer your question: none. Contrary to what you might think, I don't make a habit of tracking down women who ignore me."

He signals the waiter, who appears instantly at his side.

"Bring us the chef's selection and a bottle of the Château Margaux," he says without consulting the menu or Y/N. "And water for the lady."

The waiter nods and hurries away. Harry turns his attention back to Y/N, his eyes tracing over her face as if memorizing every detail.

"You're special," he says simply. "A first for me in many ways."

Y/N raises an eyebrow, maintaining her defensive posture.

"Let me guess: I'm the first woman to ever say no to the great Harry Styles?"

Harry's expression shifts slightly, something darker passing behind his eyes.

"Among other firsts," he acknowledges. "But I'm more interested in why."

"Why what?" 

"Why you didn't call," he clarifies, leaning forward slightly. "We had a connection. You felt it too so don't bother denying it. Yet you walked away."

Y/N shifts uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny. The waiter returns with water and wine, pouring a glass for Harry before retreating again.

"Maybe because normal people don't pursue connections with men they meet at clubs and sleep with once," she says finally. "Especially men who clearly have...complicated lives."

Harry takes a sip of his wine, watching her over the rim of his glass.

"And what exactly do you think you know about my life?"

Y/N uncrosses her arms, leaning forward slightly.

"I know enough. The way people react to you, the security, the resources to track down a random college student." She gestures around at the restaurant. "The fact that you can walk in here without a reservation and get treated like royalty. You're either old money or you're something else entirely."

Harry's lips curve into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Perceptive," he murmurs. "That psychology degree is working for you."

"You didn't answer my question," Y/N points out.

Harry studies her for a long moment, then sets down his wine glass.

"What if I told you I'm both?" he says finally. "Old money...and something else entirely."

A server appears with their first course, small plates of artfully arranged appetizers. Harry waits until they're alone again before continuing.

"My family had money," he says, his tone shifting to something more detached. "But I built my own empire. Through methods that wouldn't exactly make the cover of Forbes."

He watches her reaction carefully, waiting to see if she'll run.

Y/N takes a sip of her water, processing his words.

"So you're what…a criminal with a trust fund?"

Harry actually laughs at that, the sound unexpectedly genuine.

"That's one way of putting it," he acknowledges, his posture relaxing slightly. "Though these days, most of my businesses are legitimate. On paper, at least."

He picks up his fork but doesn't eat, instead pointing it at her plate.

"Try the scallops. They're exceptional."

Y/N ignores the food, focusing on him.

"And that doesn't bother you? Breaking the law?"

Harry's expression turns contemplative.

"Laws are made by men in suits who've never had to fight for anything," he says quietly. "I learned early that following the rules only works for people who are born into the right circumstances."

There's an edge to his voice now, something raw and personal that catches Y/N off guard.

"So you just decided to make your own rules?" she challenges, though her tone has softened slightly.

"I decided to survive," Harry corrects her. "And then I decided to thrive."

He reaches across the table, his fingers stopping just short of touching hers—respecting her earlier boundary despite the clear desire to break it.

"I'm not a good man, Y/N. I won't pretend to be. But I'm honest about who I am, at least with you."

Y/N studies him, her training in psychology making her look for tells, for signs of manipulation or deception. But all she sees is surprising sincerity.

"Why me?" she asks finally, the question that's been bothering her since she saw his car outside the coffee shop. "You could have anyone. Why chase after a college student who didn't call you back?"

Harry's expression shifts again, something almost vulnerable appearing before he masks it.

"Because you looked at me and saw a person, not a resource," he says quietly. "Even when you were walking away."

He picks up his wine again, taking a drink as if to wash away the unexpected honesty.

"And because you're fucking gorgeous when you tell me no," he adds, his tone shifting back to the confident man she met at the club. "It's refreshing."

Despite herself, Y/N feels a smile tugging at her lips.

"You're used to people saying yes," she observes.

Harry's answering smile is predatory.

"To everything," he confirms. "Always."

Their eyes lock across the table, the air between them charging with the same electricity from the club. Y/N is the first to look away, suddenly interested in the scallops he recommended.

"These are good," she admits after taking a bite.

"I know," Harry says, watching her with undisguised interest. "I only surround myself with the best."

The implication is clear, and Y/N feels heat rising to her cheeks despite her determination to remain unaffected.

"Twenty minutes left," she reminds him, glancing at her watch. "Then I have class."

Harry nods, accepting the boundary for now.

"Tell me about your studies," he says, surprising her with what seems like genuine interest. "What made you choose psychology and criminal justice?"

Y/N hesitates, then decides there's no harm in answering.

"I've always been fascinated by why people do what they do," she explains. "Especially when their choices hurt others or themselves. Understanding the mind behind the action..."

She trails off, suddenly aware that she's basically describing her interest in people like him.

Harry's smile suggests he's made the same connection.

"And what have you learned?" he asks, his voice dropping lower. "About people who break the rules?"

Y/N meets his gaze directly.

"That they're usually running from something," she says honestly. "Or toward something they think they can't have any other way."

Harry's expression flickers, something hitting home in her assessment.

"And which am I, Dr. Y/N?" he asks, his tone light but his eyes serious. "Running from or running toward?"

Y/N studies him, seeing beyond the dangerous exterior to something more complex beneath.

"Both," she answers softly. "Just like most of us."

Harry looks momentarily taken aback by her insight, then nods slowly, acknowledging the truth in her words.

"See?" he says, his voice rough. "This is why you should have called me back."

Y/N checks her watch again, gathering her things.

"Time's up, Harry," she says, standing from the table. "I have class."

Harry rises immediately, signaling for the check without taking his eyes off her.

"I'll drive you," he says, making it clear this isn't negotiable.

As they walk to his car, he stays close but doesn't touch her, maintaining the boundary she set despite the obvious tension between them.

"This doesn't change anything," Y/N says as he opens the passenger door for her. "One lunch doesn't erase the fact that you had me followed."

Harry nods, his expression serious as he closes her door and walks around to the driver's side.

"I know," he says once he's settled behind the wheel. "But it's a start."

He drives her to class in comfortable silence, pulling up outside the psychology building with five minutes to spare.

"Thank you for lunch," Y/N says formally, reaching for the door handle.

Harry reaches out, his fingers wrapping gently around her wrist to stop her.

"Have dinner with me tomorrow," he says, his tone making it clear this matters to him. "A proper date. No tracking, no showing up unannounced. Just text me yes or no."

He releases her wrist and pulls out his phone, sending her a text so he can be sure she has his number.

Before she can question how he knows her number, Y/N feels her phone vibrate in her pocket but doesn't check it yet.

"I'll think about it," she says, which is more than she intended to give him.

Harry's smile is knowing, as if he can already sense her answer.

"That's all I ask," he says, though they both know it's not all he wants.

As Y/N walks away toward her class, she can feel his eyes on her back, watching until she disappears inside the building. Only then does she pull out her phone to see his message:

Say yes. I promise to stay on my side of the table. Unless you ask me not to.

Despite herself, Y/N smiles, already knowing she'll probably say yes, even though every instinct tells her Harry Styles is dangerous in ways she's only beginning to understand.

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[shuastar]

Hey,can you write something about scoups one night stand ?

a/n: tumblr deleted everything i wrote so now im starting from scratch!! sorry about the delay finals and all.... i hate quarter systems with a passion

tumblr runs on a system of reblogs!! reblog/like/comment!! i <3 interacting

warnings: mdni, rich!seungcheol (implied), rich!reader (implied), lawyer!reader, virgin!reader (implied, kinda), daddy kink, multiple orgasms (implied), innocence kink (kinda implied), NSFW, wrap it before you tap it!!! (even though seungcheol doesn't!!!)

one night stand!seungcheol swears he doesn't usually do this -- get so drunken off someone's scent that he needs them viciously. he swears he's not the type -- and he isn't. he prefers a longer relationship, with commitments and sensual sex -- bed frame rocking gently against the hardwood floor of his penthouse, curtains of the giant windows set on do not disturb, the soft glow of his "sexy" yellow lights glowing against your skin. he swears that's the reason -- the reason his hands start to sweat, just a bit, when you step closer.

one night stand!seungcheol doesn't know how this happened. you were his best friend's sister. his fucking best friend's sister. you were supposed to be young, naive, innocent, kind, anything but the woman he was seeing in front of his eyes. anything but the woman with the low-cut dress and the elegant updo and the gorgeous, gorgeous smile that adorned your lipstick-painted lips.

one night stand!seungcheol remembers when you would drag his (shit-faced) best friend into your small studio apartment, throwing him on the pull-out bed. he remembers standing in the doorway, cheeks dusted a light red (from the cold, he told himself). he remembers you in a old oversized k-pop t-shirt and a random guy's boxers (he couldn't think about that for too long, lest he completely lost his shit), hair pulled back in a messy bun with glasses crooked on the bridge of your nose. he remembers your tired smile and dark eyebags as you half-heartedly invited him to also stay the night with a dry laugh. "aren't you too drink to be driving?" you would ask. he would shake his head no. he only had two drinks. it was mingyu that was out after his 12th soju-vodka-cranberry juice shot. "i'm fine. how're you holding up?" he tried to act nonchalant as he spied the law textbooks sprawled on the floor, disrupted by mingyu's loud movements. you gestured to the room. "as good as it'll get, i guess. wish mingyu could stop forgetting his own keys and coming to my place," you grumbled. seungcheol didn't have the heart to tell you that he secretly stole mingyu's keys because this would be the only way he could see your gorgeous tired face.

one night stand!seungcheol is in denial. he doesn't have time for this shit. he hasn't gone on a proper date in two years because all the girls he meets can't top his own work. being a ceo isn't a walk in the park. he has calls to answer and papers to sign and money to donate. he can't keep up a real relationship because every time he goes on a date, the woman leaves in the first thirty minutes and after he comes back from a five minute work call, the only thing he sees is the back of someone's dress. so why does your smile make his throat close up all of a sudden?

one night stand!seungcheol twitches, almost unconsciously when your fingers graze his biceps. your soft laughter fills his ears and your dizzying perfume (creed eau de parfum) fills the rest of his senses deliciously. he could eat you up. (metaphorically, of course). When you look up from your phone and see him across from you, your eyes crinkle and your lips lift in a smile. you and your senior prosecutor position in some law firm (he should know from many times mingyu's mentioned it, but he was too busy scrolling through your instagram posts). you and your twinkling eyes, gazing up at him like you knew exactly what he was thinking.

one night stand!seungcheol feels like a virgin around you. he's had sex before, he swears. but his knees buckle when the first of your begs leave your lips. you beg. you beg. you beg with doe-eyes, filled with unshed tears of frustration. you beg with pouted lips and if he had any less self control, he would have already kissed it off of you. "pplease?" you whisper, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. you lay your head against his chest and he can feel your hot breaths fan over his pecs. "seungcheol, please? for me?" you beg, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. you were seducing him. and it was not working. you were his best friend's sister.

one night stand!seungcheol can't help but pull away, for a split second. "y'know i can't," he groans, as he sees your teary eyes and pouty lips, lipstick smudged at the corners from your makeout session only minutes prior. "fuck, don't look at me like that, baby," he rasps, arms wrapping around your silken waist. his hands squeeze at your hips, before creeping upwards towards your dress's falling neckline. "why?" you whine, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. he feels hot -- even with his belt unbuckled, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up dangerously high. your warm body tempts him so much -- the way you press yourself against him, the way you whine against his skin, the way you grasp for his attention. such a virgin, is his first thought. his perverted dangerous thought.

one night stand!seungcheol has to give in. it's you, for gods sake. how can he say no when you're sucking blues and purples against his neck? your hand roams the expanse of his muscled back, a breathy moan here-and-there as he gropes and sucks on your breasts, now free from the confines of your corsetted bodice. he's so addicted. he doesn't even have enough control to stop his hips bucking up against your fleeting touch. your other hand trails down and down -- down his chest, abs, stopping at the straining tent in his business slacks. your soft touches that scatter around his throbbing cock because you don't know.

one night stand!seungcheol curls into you when you finally take him out of his pants. "fuck, just like that," he groans into your ear, as your fingers wrap around his red-tipped cock, tip dribbling pearl precum into your hands. both of your clothes sit discarded on the floor, and you lay your head against his leg as your hands work their magic on his jupming length. one hand rests gently on your head, the other fisting your white hotel room bed sheets with a foreign ferocity. he's never seen you as anythign else but innocent, pure, perfect. but now, the only thought that float around his mind are perverted and horribly dangerous -- breedable, fuckable, devourable.

one night stand!seungcheol has to stop you in the middle of the best handjob because he doesn't want to cum on your face in five minutes flat. "fuck. c'mere, baby," he mumbles, easily lifting you off of your knees and into his lap, placing you gently on his thighs. his hand brushes stray pieces of hair stuck to your face away. he needs to see you. see your expression, your eyes, your pretty face. "you good?" he asks, just in case. just in case you were in a drunken stupor -- cock drunken stupor. just in case you weren't on the same page. just in case- "oppa," you moan gently, hips canting into his. your bare pussy rubs up against his cock and his grip on your waist tightens exponentially. "seungcheol oppa," you gasp as the tip of his length pokes and probs against your puffy clit, hungry for attention. "please. please, please, please. need it. wan' it. been wanting it. ever since-" you cut yourself off with a gasp as two of seungcheol's fingers swipe against your messy core, dripping with want for him. all of him.

one night stand!seungcheol needs to forcefully hold himself back. he needs to, or else he's afraid he'll rip your pussy open, because his cock isn't even halfway in and there are tears falling from your precious eyes. he mentally slaps himself at the way his cock hardens even more at the sight. "y' okay?" he grunts, biceps straining, breath coming out in pants at the tight grip of your pussy. you won't let up. "hurts," you cry, burying your head into his arms. "won't fit, oppa. can't- how- too big," you gasp as he pushes just a little bit more in. he needs to because it feels like you're cutting off his circulation, makign his brain fuzzy and shit.

one night stand!seungcheol rolls his hips into your experimentally. he's not ready for the pornographic moan of pleasure that escapes your opened lips. you're gone. already. you're gone and he knows because there are tears lining your waterline, your kiss-bitten lips are parted ever-so-slightly, your nails scratch down his back desperately, and your legs shake from their purchase around his waist. "y/n, fuck. fuck, y' feel s'good. so g-good for me. just f'me, yeah?" he mumbles in your ear, like you can hear him through your own tumbling moans. every sharp thrust he gives you feels like you can feel his cock in your ribs. none of you toys could compare. if anything, as soon as you got home, every single one of them was going into the trash. seungcheol's deft fingers crawl in between your bodies and rub small circles against your clit. "ah!" your hips buck uncontrollably and seungcheol groans as his hands pin your tratorious hips to the bed. a shaky laugh escapes his throat. "feel good, baby? tha' feel good f'you?" his fingers rub again, and you feel tingly -- like something was building up in your body. you can't help but writhe in his grasp, nails streaking red down his back. "fuck! oh my- oh- holy- da-" you cut yourself off with a muffled shriek as seungcheol pounds into you, fingers furious on your deprieved bud. your tears finally fall. down and down your cheeks. "shit, shit, shit," you moan and gasp, toes curling at this foreign feeling of pleasure. if you knew sex was this good you would've hooked up sooner.

one night stand!seungcheol's hips falter at your next words. "fuck, daddy, fuck me," you moan, throwing your head back against the pillows and your back arching so sexy off the bed. his arms wrap around your waist almost automatically. his hips cant into yours like on autopliot and the only thing that falters is his breath. you moan out a few more profanities, daddy being one of them. he can't believe his ears. you. calling him daddy. the thought of it alone sends another rush of arousal to his cock. and apparently that proved to be the breaking point of him because he lets out his loudest moan, catching himself before he falls on top of you, hips loosing their rhythm as he chases his high. "oh my g-god," he gasps, hands cupping your jaw. you're no better. "wanna cum, daddy," you cry, wrapping your arms around his neck. "wanna cum so bad, please, please, please. please let me cum -- wan' it. wan' yours. daddy, daddy, daddy..." you moan out the words like a fucking mantra. and he's on his breaking point. you cannot be real. you feel like a character out of his perverted fairy tale. "fuck, wan' my cum, princess?" he moans back. he has no idea what he's saying at this point. he's talking with his dick. 100%. "take it" he grunts, fingers desperate to bring you to your high before his last straw finally snaps. "fuckin' cum, baby. fuckin' cum and take mine like a good girl, yeah?" a couple more stuttered thrusts and he has you convulsing, almost not breathing, on the sheets, body tensing as you reach your third orgasm, shaking and moaning like a fucking porn star.

one night stand!seungcheol lets out a jumble of curse words as he goes right after you, body jerking as he empties out his creamy cum inside your pussy. his body falls on yours, the smell of sex and cologne wrapping around your spent form. he stays like that until you sniffle, hand going up to wipe at your eyes. "fuck, you okay?" he pushes off of you, sitting up to gently scan you for possible injuries. you let out a small laugh of disbelief, a smile curving itself into your lips. "m' fine. jus' sore. a little." you mumble, shying away from his gaze. a deep blush coats your cheeks as you look around for something to cover yourself with. seungcheol pulls you towards him, scooping you into his arms. "where you goin' huh?" his voice rumbles in his chest as he gives you a lopsided grin. "can't let my princess go off alone like this." you groan in embaressment. "i didn't mean to call you..." you trail off "...daddy," you whisper, burying your face in your hands as seunghcheol brings you to the bathroom, turning on the bath water.

one night stand!seungcheol can't help but stare at your sleeping face, gently caressing your jaw, arms, hips, waist, everything. he can't help but wonder what would have happened if he had just dated you to start with. his heart almost stops in its tracks when you turn towards him and inches closer, snuggling into his beefy embrace.

one night stand!seungcheol and you have to face the consequences of the night: your brother. but as your brother yells and pulls at his hair and blaches and walks into a glass wall, you and seungcheol stare at eachother, giddy lovesick smiles painted on your faces.

[ilium-ilia]

Everything You Touch

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | previously known as "soft spot" | masterlist

Chapter Three: the apotheosis of the sun

tw: alcohol, man handling, crude name calling, violence

“I didn’t think you’d come.” 

Simon squeezes into the seat across from you, long legs knocking against the table legs as he attempts to settle into the old, creaky booth. You’ve already retrieved the drink you claimed to have wanted so bad earlier—some red, fruity drink that smells so sweet it makes his stomach churn—and it’s nearly half gone. It’s nothing but melted cherries on your tongue as you smile at him diffidently. 

You stick out like a sore thumb. Still donning your knitted jack-o-lantern themed sweater, you hunch your shoulders over your drink as you sit tucked into a booth meant for a group. Thick heat bakes you, wetting your skin with perspiration until you’re glowing beneath the tenebrous sconces that keep the pub shrouded in a thick penumbra. A sweet aura emanates from you so strongly that it nearly drowns out the decades worth of built up cigarette smoke in the building. 

Humming, Simon adjusts his mask from sliding off of his nose. “I said I’d come.” 

“I know,” you giggle. Your teeth bite into your lip as you cringe, then settle. “I just didn’t know if you meant it or not.” 

“I always keep my word,” he deadpans. 

Your smile cracks as you lift your drink to your lips, eyeing him. He looks no different than he usually does. Still obscured with a mask and veiled with the hood of his jumper, he’s the Simon Riley you’ve always known. As you let the bite of vodka sear your throat, you wiggle your toes in your shoes as you push a cup across the table to him. The glass sings against the wood, leaving behind a trail of thin, vitreous water. 

“I got you some water. Wasn’t sure what drink you preferred, and I’m always bad at guessing so I figured I’d play it safe,” you explain. 

Simon’s hand swallows the cup whole as he moves it to the side, freeing up the empty space between the two of you. His fingers are thick—scarred. The slightest bit of pale hair glistens on his fingers just by his knuckles, and you swear you catch a hint of a tattoo on his wrist from beneath his sleeve. 

“None for me,” he says. He eyes your glass for a split moment before they flicker back up. “Just here for you.” 

Blinking, you scoff as if he’s joking—soaking you in saccharine flattery that has your bowels moiling. Your fingers tap against your glass when you realize you can’t see a smile dancing beneath the fabric of his mask. 

“Well, you’re quite the gentleman,” you say nonchalantly. 

Neither of you speak. The silence between you is filled with the incoherent chatter of the pub around you while patrons drink their fill and munch on salty chips. Your attention is continually caught by a small group of men in the corner playing darts—they cheer for each shot made, even when the needle embeds itself into the wall next to the target. 

“Your cut’s healed nicely,” Simon murmurs. 

Lips parting, your hand shoots up to the corner of your mouth as if your wound is still fresh. Your fingers prod at the raised skin as you frown. “Oh, thanks. I guess it has. If I’m being honest, I’ve just been trying to ignore it these last few weeks. Little embarrassed about the scar.”

Simon shrugs. “I’ve seen worse.”

“I’m sure you have,” you grin. 

Sharp frost melts as the conversation begins to pick up. As much as a conversation can with only one person talking, anyway. You talk about everything and everything on your mind as the alcohol loosens your lips, and Simon is all ears to receive it. He’s the most interested wall you’ve ever spoken to, anyway. The tension in your shoulders deliquesces after your second drink, allowing you to languidly lounge in your seat, but Simon has yet to touch his. Crystalline, still water rots away in his glass—his mask stays firmly on his face as if it’s always been a part of him. As if it would kill him to remove it. 

“So, military, huh?” you ask. Your fingers lazily trace the rim of your cup as you hiccup. Simon has a sneaking suspicion that the bartender might be making them a tad too strong for you to handle. Simon nods. “What’s that like?” 

He gives you a dull shrug. “It’s work.” 

A slight pout appears on your lips as your hands lay palm down on the table. “Oh, come on. It’s gotta be more interesting than that! Seriously, what do you do? I know there’s like, different branches, right? Something fun, I’d wager. Maybe an explosives expert? Oh, are you a pilot?” 

Simon scoffs as he leans back. His back hits the wood behind him and he presses his shoulders back until his scapulas hum with the stretch. You’re not too shy about the way your lips part at the sight of him like this—broader than you’ve ever seen him before. “Bit too tall for that.” 

“Really? Wouldn’t have guessed,” you say with playful snark. Suddenly, your eyes widen as you snap your fingers. “Oh! Wait, I get it. You can’t tell me because you work on high priority missions? Like secret agent shit, right? A little James Bond action?” 

It takes everything within Simon not to chuckle at your inebriated dreaming. “Somethin’ like that.” 

Humming, your eyes gloss over as you rest your head in your hand. “Must be neat. Despite all the military stuff, anyway. I bet you get to travel the world and see so many things. So many places,” you say. Your tone drips with awe as your gaze stares blankly through the table, words nearly dissipating on your tongue. “I’d kill for an opportunity like that…” Then, your eyes revive as your lips pull into a smirk. “No pun intended.” 

Your bluntness catches Simon off guard—so much so that you manage to bring a grumbling chuckle out of his throat. It’s warm and thick, like blood and syrup. It’s nothing but music to your ears as you grin, seemingly satisfied with his titter. 

“Reckon you ought to make that drink your last one for tonight,” he says, finger pointing to your empty glass. “Don’t think I can stand your shitty puns much longer.” 

You laugh as you look down at your drink—or, what’s left of it. It’s dissolved into nothing but the unwanted dregs of watered down vodka and cherry stems. The back of your neck burns with a hungry heat, and you find yourself having to rub your sweaty palms off on the front of your knitted sweater. 

“Right, of course. I forgot the bad jokes were your thing. Didn’t mean to steal the spotlight from you or anything,” you tease. Your smile dissolves into something softer as if you’ve found yourself in the grasp of some caprice. You wet your lips before humming. “Thanks for coming with me tonight. Honestly, I really didn’t think you’d say yes, let alone show up. Doesn’t really seem like your type of place.” 

“Think I’m too posh?” Simon deadpans. 

“Yeah, the work boots really sold you out,” you quip with a giggle. “But really. I appreciate it.” 

He tilts his head to the side where his dark eyes quietly study you. “Don’t mention it.” 

A sonorous drone echoes through the air. It pulls you into a gentle lull that tickles the back of your skull until your thoughts are muddled and fuzzy. Everything is numb, and too far out of your reach. Even the tips of your fingers begin to melt.

“Well, I’ll probably be headed out, then,” you say as you push your empty glass toward the edge of the table. “I’ll just make a quick stop by the restroom. You can head out now if you don’t wanna stick around.” 

Simon sits for a moment in thought as his mind wanders to the bitter memories of your battered body. How blood once dribbled down your chin in a crimson river; how you didn’t seem to grimace at the taste of it. For a moment, he can’t remember when that image of you—torn to shreds—started to plague him worse than the death and gore he’s seen out in the field has. 

“I’ll wait,” he says after deliberating. “Sure you don’t need a ride?” 

“No, I’ll be alright. I walked here,” you assure him as you slide out of the booth with a wave of your hand. 

Somehow, that’s worse. 

You sneak away before Simon can protest the idea. He grumbles as he pushes his cup of water towards the edge of the table—it’s still completely full and untouched. Quiet music fills his ears as he sits there waiting for you, and without your voice to drown out the commotion, it quickly consumes him. Each cheer from the men playing darts, the clack of empty glasses on the bartop, the entrance screeching as the door swings open—it eats him up. Unravels his DNA until he’s nothing but a soldier composed of iron bones and scar tissue. 

A new loud, ostentatious voice fills the pub. It’s so jarring that Simon finds himself twisting in his seat to see the idiot for himself. The new patron is a tall man; shorter than himself but still garners the height to stick out in a crowd. He stumbles around tables and people as he makes a beeline straight to the bar. Hoppy alcohol and stale cigarettes rolls off of his body in noisome waves that has even Simon’s nose shriveling at the intrusion. 

Saving himself the headache, Simon turns his attention away from the patron as he adjusts the mask on his nose. Instead, he studies the grain on the wood table. There’s several faint rings from people refusing to use their coasters properly, but the finish is dark and rich. This pub isn’t the most salubrious, but he’s certainly seen worse. Though, he is rather surprised to find someone like you frequenting it. 

Someone so soft—someone who’s the apotheosis of the sun. 

That’s when he hears your name. 

Simon’s head snaps to the sound, and he finds you standing a few steps away from the bathroom with wide eyes. Your lips part to speak but your feet are frozen to the ground. He knows your expression well. It’s something he’s seen too much. He’s seen it on his mother’s face when his father would return home from a night of drinking. On the face of an enemy as he stands above them, ready to deal the final blow. On his own face when he looked in the mirror as a child. 

“Don’t talk to me.” Even over the buzz of the crowd, Simon can still hear your voice. It’s shaky—fracturing at the seams—and not strong enough to ward off the man sauntering up to you. Simon quickly recognizes him as the patron who entered just moments earlier; nothing but a galling moron pub hopping. 

“Come on, don’t be like that,” the man pushes. “I miss you, you know that? Despite all your bitching, I still fucking miss you.” 

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head as you push past the man, muttering something about him getting lost, but you don’t make it far before he has his hand wrapped around your wrist. Trapped like an animal in a cage, your face morphs into horror as your eyes find Simon. You garner attention from the crowd as you turn around to face your harasser, free hand pushing at him as if you can undo the crushing grip on your body. 

“Get your fucking hands off of me,” you seethe. 

While anxious eyes watch on with tight lips, it takes little time for Simon to cross the pub. He slices through the building like a bullet, and it only takes a short moment before his hand is pressing against the assailant’s chest. 

“Right, that’s enough of that,” Simon murmurs a warning. 

Doubling down, the man’s grip only strengthens as he cocks his head at Simon with furrowed brows. “Who the fuck is this creep? You look like you ought to be on the register.” 

“Shut up, Eric,” you hiss. 

“No, really,” the man pushes further. “Is this the type of people you’re hanging out with now? This fucking nonce?” 

An eerie silence settles across the pub just in time for it to shatter with the sound of flesh crashing against flesh. The palm of your hand bites the side of the man’s—Eric’s—cheek, temporarily stunning him into submission. Patrons look on with quiet murmurs as Eric’s attention snaps back to you, your slap having done nothing to phase him. 

“Watch your fucking mouth,” you warn. 

“No, I’d rather watch yours, babe,” he sneers. His jaw sets taut as his free hand comes up to grab your face with bruising force, drawing you closer to him with a squeak as he bares his teeth in a snarling grin. “You have such a pretty mouth. Would love to put it to work like the fuckin minx you are.” 

It’s disgusting. This man with his hands on you like he’s won some prize. Avaricious fingers dig into your face like he plans to take, and take, and take. Simon’s seen it all before. Seen it in his own flesh as unwanted hands claw at him. He’s felt it on his face in the form of a vile, wet tongue swiping around his mouth. It’s in the screams he couldn’t hold back as a curved hook weaved between his ribs and tugged. It’s in the blood that spilled down his body as he was strung up to the soundtrack of laughter and a crackling fire. It’s in the maggots that he sat in when he was buried alive. 

It’s here, right now, and it’s staining your face. 

Simon refuses to give Eric more time to right his wrongs. His fingers rip into his shirt as he yanks him away from you, allowing you to finally be free from his unwavering grasp. Then, there’s nothing but a yelp as Simon’s knuckles collide with the side of his jaw, sending Eric toppling to the floor where he lays limply like a rabbit finally succumbing to a wolf.

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[teenytinyjimin]

i miss you, i’m sorry (j. jungkook)

nothing happened in the way i wanted

every corner of this house is haunted

and i know you said that we’re not talking

but i miss you, i’m sorry.

summary: the first time seeing each other after the breakup is always the hardest. but seeing each other when you're still in love? an absolute nightmare

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

tags: angst, smoker!jk, brokenhearted!jk, equally as brokenhearted!reader, why did they even break up in the first place?, featuring reader’s bestfriend!jimin, also jimin is sexually ambiguous let's keep it that way please

warnings: none, alcohol/nic use but nothing too intense, kinda sad but it's a happy ending i promise

author’s note: idk why i keep making my fic names and stuff inspired by songs, i guess it just helps me beat writers block.

also i wrote this in second person, lmk if you guys prefer that over third. i personally find third person fics easier to write, but i'm sure second person is easier to read for some of you. enjoy my angels!

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Bars weren't really your thing.

If you were going to be honest, they were miles better than nightclubs, but still not your thing. It was something about the air that just rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps it was all the creepy old men that turned you off of them, or just the fact that there's not much to do besides sit, drink, sit some more, maybe play some pool and... sit.

Jimin, on the other hand, loved bars. He loved being able to sit there, look pretty, and watch as absolutely anyone and everyone flocked over to him to start a conversation. It admittedly fueled his ego, and he loved the feeling of being the center of attention. However, he didn't love being at bars alone. Being so drop-dead gorgeous meant that about twenty times the amount of creeps bothered him than the average bar patron. Many of them figured that a pretty boy like him was sitting there waiting to be swooped up by a sugar daddy. Let's get one thing straight – that wasn't him. He had plenty of money. He just wanted to have a little conversation, give a little kiss here and there maybe, and dip at the end of the night with his bar companion by his side.

Unfortunately for you, that bar companion was usually you. It was certainly a compliment for Jimin to want to bring you along with him instead of any of his other gazillions of friends and other social connections, but it was quite exhausting for you to be in a bar pretty much every day of every weekend. He liked the attention, but you didn't. If it were an empty room with nothing but you and a bottle of rum, you'd have a blast. But what bar in Itaewon was going to be like that?

Alas, here you were, sat at the end of a bar with your friend sitting next to you. Something about the light in the building made him look extra beautiful tonight, his skin shimmering like the most precious of diamonds and his eyes deep and full of allure. At the moment he was making small talk with a lady on the other side of him, one who was definitely at least twenty years his senior but didn't look a day past thirty. Sighing, you drop your head down to look at your drink, a half-full martini glass that held a rather disappointing cosmopolitan (you weren't a vodka fan anyway, it wasn't the bartender's fault).

You wanted to be home. That was the only place you ever wanted to be these days. At home, cuddling your darling kitty in bed, and sleeping your days away. Maybe a year ago you would have loved being out and about, but now it feels more like a burden than a fun activity. And you know that Jimin doesn't mean any harm in doing what he does, but seeing him talk with so many people over the course of the night and being so happy is almost a bit gut-wrenching for you because you can't be as happy as him.

You began to feel the blood rush to your ears and your face get warm. Something was wrong, you could sense it. Everyone has those gut instincts when something isn't quite right, and this wasn't just an instinct, it was like a neon sign. A neon sign that read DANGER. Perhaps it was just you feeling rather anxious and overwhelmed, but either way you were craving the comfort of your home.

"Hey, 'Minnie, can we-" Just as you turned to Jimin to softly ask him if you could go home or at the very least switch bars, you felt a presence behind you. It wasn't just an I'm here to order a drink presence, but rather an I'm here for you one. Realizing that Jimin wasn't even listening anyway, you froze, waiting to see what would happen. And that's when you heard a familiar voice that you thought you'd never hear again.

"Hey."

You didn't want to turn around. You tried to stay as still as a statuette for as long as possible, however the more you thought about the man behind you the more you felt the urge to turn around and take a bite of the forbidden fruit. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned until you were face-to-face with your ex, Jungkook.

"Want to talk outside?" Not yet looking at him directly, you hesitantly nodded before quickly looking back to Jimin and then standing up. You left your purse there, figuring that your friend would grab it if he changed locations, and began trailing after the tall tattooed figure that navigated his way toward the door.

As the two of you stepped out into the cool autumn air, you crossed your arms and leaned against the building. Your heart was between your ears at this point, buzzing at what felt like 200 beats a minute. It was stupid for you to have even left Jimin's side, you thought, because now you were alone with your ex of all people and God knows what this boy has up his sleeve.

"You look good," Jungkook said gently as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. "And I know what you're going to say, you're so full of it Kook, but I mean it."

"Since when have you started smoking?" You asked, ignoring his previous two statements and gesturing toward the pack in his hand. He shrugged. "Couple weeks after I last saw you maybe? Not a big deal."

"You know that stuff's bad for you."

"I don't think sitting here third-wheeling with Jimin and his beau of the night is any better."

"You don't know Jimin, don't act like you do," You said, completely taken aback and offended by the words coming out of his mouth. "And I'm having a good time, thank you very much."

"Doesn't seem like it. Weren't you about to ask him if you guys could leave?"

"I was having- What?- Is there a reason you asked to talk to me out here?" You were struggling to form a complete sentence. This man always knew how to leave you speechless, but now it was just irritating. You watched as Jungkook leaned back onto the building with you and shook his head, giving you a toothy grin before lighting the cigarette in his mouth. "Nah. Just figured you'd have more fun out here talking to me and getting a break from it all."

"You know he's waiting for me, right? I should go back inside." You stand back up straight and begin walking back into the bar, however you feel a warm hand wrap gently around your wrist and tug you back. "Hey hey hey," Jungkook called. "He'll survive a few minutes without you. Just chill with me. I'm not asking you for anything, just a second of your time."

You turned to face your ex-lover, your eyes finally meeting his for the first time that night. Even after all this time of being apart, those beautiful doe eyes still yearned for you, and yours for him. With a shaky sigh, you brush his hand away and return to where you were standing. "Exes don't hang out like this, Jungkook."

"Woah, you're pulling out the full government name on me now?" The boy teased, puffing a cloud of smoke from his mouth. "Should I be offended?"

"I'm setting boundaries," You crossed your arms and kicked at the ground beneath you. "Nicknames are for friends or more than friends, which we aren't."

"We aren't strangers either though."

"That doesn't matter. Not friends."

"Alright, fine," Giving up, Jungkook looked down at his hand and flexed it awkwardly. "Just trying to be friendly."

"Friendly?!" You said frantically, finally having enough of his antics. "You don't need to be friendly. We broke up and that's the end of it. Exes aren't friends. They go their separate ways and when they see each other again – if they see each other – they ignore each other. I don't get why you're doing this psychological warfare bullshit on me."

"Exes can be friends," He breathed out in protest. "Can you even tell me why we broke up in the first place?"

You remained silent. The truth was that you didn't know why you broke up either. It had been almost a year since the whole ordeal went down, and you were still confused more than anything else, even more than you were hurt. All you can remember is that you guys went through some bullshit ‘mutual breakup’ that apparently neither of you wanted in the first place. The only reason you even agreed to it is because somewhere within you, you felt like perhaps you weren’t deserving of such a wonderful relationship. And the only reason Jungkook agreed to it is because he thought that it’s what you wanted.

"No, seriously. What went wrong? What did I do? I just want some closure..." His voice became increasingly softer as he kept speaking, which only meant one thing. You stared at the ground intensely, refusing to look up and see his teary eyes.

You felt his hand gently wrap around yours and tug on it as a plea for your attention. Jungkook was your weakness, the only person you'd willingly do anything for, and he really loved to take advantage of that without even realizing he was.

You peered up at him hesitantly, worried that you'd find yourself in tears the second you saw the ones pouring from his eyes. Sure enough, when the eye contact began, you were driving yourself forward into his strong arms and dampening his shirt with your tears.

Jungkook's embrace felt the same as it did the last time you felt it. It was still so warm, so inviting, so loving. Never once did you feel unsafe in his arms and this moment was not an exception. As you sobbed into his shirt you felt his hand move from around your waist to the top of your head, stroking your hair gently.

The two of you stood there for what seemed like hours, simply letting all emotion out while enjoying the company of one another. While Jungkook has been exceptionally transparent in expressing the fact that he's heartbroken about the situation between the two of you, it's safe to say that you feel equally as devastated. This man was once the love of your life and the only one you ever needed, but now everything about him except for his embrace feels foreign. This was someone you once saw yourself building a life with, but now it's shattering to think that he has a life after you.

You pulled away after a while, refusing to make eye contact as you wiped the tears from your eyes. This all felt entirely pointless. It was obvious that nothing went wrong in the relationship yet here you were, no longer in one. You couldn't begin to imagine what Jungkook had been going through since you guys broke up considering the fact that for you, your entire world turned upside down.

"I'm sorry," You managed to choke out before you felt Jungkook's hand gently guide your face up to look at his. You watched him stare at you for a moment, taking in your features, before his lips began to curl into a soft smile. "Mmm. Yeah. You're way too pretty to let slip through my fingers."

Feeling your face turn hot as a blush crept to your cheeks, you let out a soft giggle before you were cut off by a familiar pair of lips meeting yours.

"JUNGKOOK?" You heard a voice call out. The two of you pulled apart, eyes wide. Shit. You forgot about Jimin.

[chukys-mouthguard]

aperol spritz

5.3k words | not proofread

featuring: william nylander x female reader

warnings: sexually explicit content, minors DNI, 18+; choking, spanking, hair pulling, daddy kink, marking, overstimulation, slight degradation, squirting, p in v, oral (female and male receiving) - aka LOTS of smut!

summary: after a shitty breakup your friends take you on a girls trip where they’re desperately trying to help you find a vacay fling, and william just might be the man for the job

note: i have no clue how this ended up where it did, but i hope you enjoy 🙈

You swirled your finger around the rim of your glass, listening intently to your friend as she told you about the interaction she’d just had with some guy at the bar. The music blasting throughout the small club as you’d downed about seven drinks at this point. A good buzz going through your body as you watched the crowd, the dance floor a bit too packed for your liking. Preferring to people watch as you sipped your drinks.

It was night four of your girls trip to Ibiza, and you’d yet to find a nice vacation fling like you’d hoped. Your friends were trying to get your mind off a harsh breakup with the spontaneous trip, and one of their goals to put it plainly was for you to get laid. While you weren’t desperate, something about the idea of meeting a stranger and having one or two amazing nights with them, then never having to cross paths or worry about seeing them again was intriguing.

Your friends noticed you eyeing the crowd, giggling to themselves at how you were trying not to be obvious about wanting to find yourself some eye candy.

“Y/n, at this point if he’s got all his teeth and buys you a drink, I say go for it.”

Shaking your head you rolled your eyes, tossing back the rest of your drink. Not having noticed the blue eyes that had been stuck on you for the last twenty minutes.

A blonde haired man sitting at the end of the bar sipping his drink as he watched you and your friends. Seeing the way you eyed the crowd, as if looking for someone. But only ending up discouraged as you hadn’t found what you were looking for.

“Sorry to say girls, I have a bit more I require if anyone is getting their hands on me.”

They both sighed, hating how picky you were despite the need to be touched by a man.

“Y/n, come on, you just need one night to let your freak run wild and not be worried about ever seeing the guy again. While I understand wanting the guy to be attractive, if he’s got the equipment, I think you need to lower the expectations.”

Sliding from the booth with a laugh, you excused yourself to the bar for another drink.

The blonde haired man saw you get up and knew this was his chance to make a move, hoping that you’d give him the time of day as he could sense you’d be tough to crack. He watched as you looked for an open space at the bar, the only one next to him as he locked eyes with you, inviting you to take the spot.

You offered him a smile as you tucked some hair behind your ear, tapping your nails against the bar as you waited for a bartender to come your way.

“Aperol Spritz?”

You looked to the blonde at your right, a confused look on your face as you watched him sip his drink.

“I’m sorry?”

“I saw you from across the way, I couldn’t help but notice you weren’t drinking what every other girl in here was. So, I’m taking a guess, Aperol Spritz?”

You playfully bit your lip, not sure if that was a bad thing that he’d been able to know your drink order, but part of you didn’t mind either way. A hot guy at the bar, if not the hottest you’d seen all night, appeared interested in you and you would let him guess anything he wanted about you.

“Well, you would be correct. It’s been my go-to the entire time I’ve been out here. And if I had to guess for you.”

Eyeing his glass you smirked as his eyes were focused on you, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he watched you study his drink.

“Hmm, I’m gonna guess you’re a vodka soda guy?”

He shook his head no as he pulled the glass to his lips, taking a sip before he answered.

“It’s a spin on a traditional mule, some people don’t like it. It’s a little spicy with some lime.”

The drink sounded interesting, and you were inclined to try and see what his taste was like. Still waiting for the bartender as the blonde extended a hand to you.

“I’m William.”

“Y/n, nice to meet you.”

After shaking your hand he held it up to signal the bartender, who immediately came to him to take his order.

“Another one for me, and for the lady?”

William pointed to you, catching you off guard as you were still confused how he’d had the bartender practically at his beck and call while you’d been waiting for minutes.

“Um, I’ll do the same thing!”

You smiled as you’d reached for the stool that sat tucked under the bar, figuring your friends wouldn’t mind you ditching them to have a drink with your new found friend.

“What do you think?”

William patiently watched as you sipped the drink, hoping you’d enjoy it. The taste was just as he described, a bit spicy with the perfect amount of lime.

“Wow, that’s good! I think I like it more than a traditional mule.”

He was pleased that you enjoyed the recommendation, clinking glasses with you as he took a sip himself before asking about your reason for being in Ibiza.

You’d explained it was a girls trip, leaving out the details of your breakup, knowing those details would almost definitely deter any guy from being interested in you.

“It’s been a super fun trip, this is our last night out though so I’m a bit sad about that.”

“Your last night? And I just got the chance to meet you and share a drink? Damn, well, I guess I need to make the most of the time I have with you then.”

He smirked as his chin rested on his hand, looking you up and down as he finger traced over his bottom lip. Something instantly telling you there was more to what he was saying, reading inbetween the lines to hope that he was as interested in you as you were in him.

You took note of his toned arms that were simply covered by a white short sleeve shirt, a gold chain peeking out from under his collar, his pants hugging his thighs pretty tight. Making you wonder how muscular his legs would appear underneath the fabric.

The two of you had downed a few more drinks, your buzz increasing as you felt yourself growing more and more desperate to be closer to William. The way he ran his hand through his hair, his smile as he spoke and the occasional laugh he’d let out. You’d hoped he couldn’t see it written on your face how much you wanted him, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could control the thoughts running through your mind.

“Do you dance?”

His hand rested on your thigh, reaching for your fingers as your hands then intertwined. A smile on his lips as his thumb traced circles over your skin.

“Mmm, I do dance. I can’t say I’m good, especially after so many drinks.”

William laughed at your drunken words, standing up as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

“Well what if I keep a hand on you, to hold you steady?”

You looked up at him with lust filled eyes, playfully biting your lip as you rose to your feet to join him.

“I think you’re gonna have to hold me pretty close.”

“Then I won’t take my hands off you.”

William winked before he took your hand and led you to the dance floor, finding a spot for the two of you as he spun you around before bringing your bodies close together.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as two moved along to the music. His hands resting at your waist as he felt his heart racing with you so close to him. Trying to control his desire to let his hands roam your body and see how far you’d let him go before you turned him down.

But little did he know you were more than willing to explore his desires. Wanting to feel his hands all over you, to have his lips on yours.

“For someone who said they’ve had quite a few drinks, you’re moving pretty well on your feet.”

William smirked down at you as you rolled your eyes, turning away from him as you brought his arms around your waist, backing up so your ass was pressed against him.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t want to hold onto me.”

He laughed in your ear as the two of you were now grinding rather than simply swaying to the beat. The tension building as you’d tried to not seem desperate to be closer to him, but needing him to know you were open to take this as far as he also wanted.

“Oh trust me, I want to do more than just hold you. Like I said, I’m trying to make the last night of your trip the best night.”

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, smiling as one of his hands kept a hold on your waist while the other moved your hair from your neck. Exposing the skin to him as you felt his lips brush over your skin, his nose tickling your ear causing you to slightly flinch.

“The best night of my trip huh? You think you’re gonna be able to do that?”

William chuckled in your ear, loving the cockiness in your voice, as if proposing a challenge to him. To which he gladly accepted, not willing to back down from you. Wanting to follow through on his promise of making this the best night of your trip.

“I don’t want to sound cocky, but I can guarantee you won't be able to walk tomorrow once I have my way with you.”

His words send a wave of need throughout your body, the mystery of not knowing what would be in store being enough to have you ready to leave with him immediately. Knowing he had you wet on this dance floor solely from his words, the idea of what he’d do to you once he had you in private made you weak in the knees. Glad he’d had a steady hold on your waist, pressing your ass firmly against his crotch which you’d tried not to pay attention to as you felt him growing hard behind you.

“Is that a threat? Or a promise?”

He placed a kiss to your neck, softly biting at the skin before licking over the spot to soothe it. Earning a soft moan from you as you felt chills shoot up your spine at his lips against your skin.

“Why don’t we get out of here and you can find out?”

The invitation was all you needed, taking his hand in yours as you pulled him from the floor. Stopping back at the booth where your friends had been loving the fact you’d finally found someone to hopefully get you laid. Admiring the gorgeous man at your side as you asked them for your bag.

“Don’t wait up girls!”

You blew them a kiss as you quickly exited the club, hand in hand with William as you had no clue where you were headed. You and your friends had been sharing a room, so you hoped William had a room to himself that you two could occupy.

He noticed you looking left at right, appearing at your side as he snaked a hand around your waist. Pulling you into his chest as he began peppering your face with kisses.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get a cab.”

You grabbed his face as you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him for the first time as you couldn’t handle the anticipation anymore. Tongues fighting for dominance as one of his hands gripped your ass while the other held you close to him. You bit his lip as you pulled away, blushing with a smile on your face as he tried to catch his breath. Your hand reached for his as a cab pulled up, William opening the door for you to climb in.

“How long is the drive?”

He smirked down at you, sensing how badly you needed him to touch you again. His hand resting on your thigh, slowly making its way higher to dip beneath your skirt.

“Someone is impatient huh?”

You felt goose bumps covering your skin as his fingers slipped under your skirt, brushing over the fabric of your thong to feel how much you’d already soaked them. A smirk on his lips, loving the idea of how wet you’d been all night just for him.

“Fuck, you’ve been this wet for me all night? I love that.”

His lips crashed back down onto yours while his fingers pulled the fabric of your thong to the side, as he traced along your slit. A soft moan escaping your lips only to be swallowed by William. Your thighs instinctually spread to give him more access, William taking that as his sign to go further. His thumb slowly circled your clit as he slipped his fingers past your folds. A sharp gasp escaping your mouth as your hand instinctively pulled him deeper into the kiss, trying your best to muffle any sounds that were threatening to come from you.

William’s growing erection pressed against the zipper of his pants as he felt you soaking his fingers, loving the feeling of your juices coating his hand. Catching you off guard he suddenly pulled them from you, bringing them to your mouth as he broke the kiss. You gladly accepted his fingers into your mouth, sucking your juices from them as he bit his lip.

“Mmm good girl.”

The cab came to a halt and William handed the driver some cash before he pulled you from the backseat. You were pulling your skirt down as you climbed from the cab, hoping no one was able to tell what the two of you had just done, though also not caring as you were craving more from him.

His hand held yours tight as he pulled through the crowded street up to his hotel, secretly hoping the two of you would get lucky with an empty elevator ride to his floor. William desperately needing to have his way with you, pressing the button to close the doors just as quickly as they’d opened for you.

“Floor twenty.”

He instructed you on which button to press before you felt his hand pull you towards him. Pinning you against the wall you could feel how hard he was, a smirk coming across your lips knowing you’d gotten him so worked up. One of his hands sneaking back under your skirt as the other found its way to your throat, lightly tightening his grip as he stole a kiss from you. His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation or nervousness, but all he saw was lust and desire.

“You trust me baby girl?”

All you could manage was a slight nod of your head as the ding of the elevator snapped William out of his thoughts. He took your hand as he hurried the two of you down the hall, fumbling with the key as he couldn’t wait any longer to have you all to himself.

Tossing the key on the dresser he pulled you further into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you joined him. Straddling his waist as he lifted your skirt up to your hips, your hands tangling into his blonde locks as your tongues fought for dominance.

He let out a low groan at the feeling of you grinding your hips down onto him, signaling his approval with a smack on your ass. The sound echoing throughout the room as you winced at the slight sting, Williams hand resting on the sore spot as if to soothe it.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I hope you’re ready for everything I wanna do to you.”

His voice was low and laced with desire, he needed you in every way possible. Your mind racing at the things this man had in store for you, and knowing you’d do just about anything he asked left you practically begging him to continue.

Normally you weren’t one to explore different kinks or fantasies in the bedroom, your last boyfriend being more on the vanilla side of things. Which was fine, it got the job done. But something about William, his clear want to have his way with you and explore the limits a stranger would let him go, it brought out a side of you that you were ready to explore.

“Oh yeah? Well let’s see it then, I want everything you’ve got.”

He bit his lip at your words, his cock twitching in the confines of his pants hearing you say you wanted everything. And with that stamp of approval, he was ready to give you just that.

“Take these clothes off and get on your knees. Let’s see how bad you want it.”

Quickly you’d stepped out of your skirt, making sure to give him a good view of your ass that was now sporting a bright red handprint from him. William pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side before resting back on his hands as he watched you strip for him.

His tongue darted out over his bottom lip as he smirked the mark he’d left on your ass, his hand falling to palm him bulge that was painfully pressing against the seam of his pants and needing to be freed.

Pulling your top over your shoulders, you tossed it to the side as you rested your hands on his thighs, finding your place on the floor in front of him. On your knees as he instructed while he looked down at you with eyes full of need.

Standing up from the bed he’d undone his belt with a quick flick of his wrist, then following suit with the button and zipper. Guiding his pants down his legs as you admired his build, your hands running up his thighs as you desperately needed to see what he was hiding underneath his briefs. Though the bulge in them was clearly telling you that he’d be plenty big enough for you and there would be nothing to complain about.

His thumb traced over your bottom lip as a slight chuckle escaped him, seeing how you eyed his bulge knowing you were surely soaked at the sight of his size.

“You’re cute when you’re needy, and I’m gonna make you beg for every inch of me.”

His words had you dripping, the anticipation for what was to come almost being too much as all you wanted was to get his briefs off of him and his length inside of you. But William wasn’t going to make this so simple. He’d finally discarded his briefs, his cock springing free as it lapped against his stomach. You felt your pussy throb at the sight of it, not only the length but its girth. Trying to anticipate the feeling of lowering yourself onto him and how he’d stretch you out. But you knew nothing could prepare you for that.

He slowly stroked himself as he took your chin in his other hand, guiding your mouth to line up with his length as you willingly offered. A low groan escaping his lips as the feeling of your lips wrapped around him, his hands immediately gripping at your hair as he couldn’t help himself. His hips slowly moved to match the rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down, slightly gagging each time his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck yes, I wanna hear you choke. Just like that.”

Picking up your pace his hips moved to match, his grip tightening in your hair but the pain only felt like pleasure as he held you in place as his cock filled your throat. His breath sharp as he slightly twitched, feeling you deepthroat him, your eyes slightly tearing up as your nails dug into his thighs.

He pulled your mouth from his cock with a groan, already missing the feeling of your lips around him as he picked you up. His hands gripping your ass while his lips crashed back onto yours. Arms wrapped around his neck as your nails scraped along his back, making him hiss at the feeling but he loved it. Wanting you to show him how good he made you feel through the evidence you’d leave on his skin.

He laid you down on the bed, eyes roaming your body as he licked his lips with anticipation, stopping to see the wet spot that had formed through the fabric of your thong. His cock twitching at the sight, desperate to be buried deep inside of you.

“Do you always get this wet?”

His smirking face between your thighs almost made you nervous, instinctually pressing your thighs together to hide yourself from him as if it were a bad thing. But William quickly pulled them apart, reassuring you it was nothing to hide from. His fingers hooking under the tiny straps that sat on your hips, pulling the fabric from your body as he was met with your glistening folds.

“Dirty little thing soaking your panties like that for me.”

His lips pressing kissed along your thighs, teasing you as his mouth was covering every inch of you except where you needed him most. Your hips instinctually adjusted as if to give him the hint, though he could tell from your eyes just how desperate you were for him to taste you.

“Talk to me baby girl. Daddy is gonna make sure you get exactly what you want.”

The way the pet name for you rolled off his lips surely had the sheets soaked beneath you. His slight accent mixed with the cockiness in his voice sent shockwaves down your spine as you could hardly wait any longer, his teasing becoming unbearable.

“I want you to taste me, please.”

Your hand gripped at his hair as you tried to guide him towards your heat, your voice slightly whiny as you pleaded with him. But he loved it, inching closer towards you as you could feel his breath on your folds, goosebumps covering your skin as you’d swallowed in anticipation.

“Mmm, please what?”

“Please daddy.”

Your response was almost instant, making William chuckle at how you’d become putty in his hands. But he loved every bit of it, knowing he’d repay you with the pleasure you’d be feeling at the hands of his mouth in seconds.

Hearing daddy roll off your tongue was all it took as you gasped, his mouth immediately pressing to your clit as he wasted no time. His tongue worked wonders as your back arched, hands grabbing at his hair so tight you were sure he’d lose strands.

“Fuck, oh my-shit!”

He chuckled at your reaction, it only encouraged him to continue as he’d slipped two fingers between your folds. His cock twitching at how wet you’d gotten for him, his fingers matching the pace of his tongue as you felt your breath catching in your chest. Breathing heavy as you could feel your fingers tightening around him, eyes fluttering shut as you tossed your head back. Not able to form words as the only escaping your lips were whines and moans as he brought you to your peak, but not backing down.

He could feel you were already close, your hands dropping from his hair to grip the sheets as your thighs pressed tight to either side of his head. Your body shaking as you tried to push him away, the feeling was overbearing as his tongue continued its attack on your clit. Pulling his fingers from your folds, he’d wrapped both arms around your thighs, holding you still as his mouth took over.

The way he licked and sucked at your clit you were seeing black, and William couldn’t take his eyes off you. Seeing how overstimulated you were as you body shook beneath him, looking down at him through half hooded eyes as you bit your lip.

He’d let his thumb take the place of his mouth as he came up for air, kissing your thighs softly as he smirked up at you.

“You wanna cum baby? I can see it in your eyes.”

Nodding your head was all you could manage as your mind was blank, William moving his hand so his fingers could dip back inside you.

“Mmm, fuck. Such a pretty little slut getting soaked for me. How about you cum for daddy and then ride this cock?”

“Y-yes, I need your cock inside me. Wanna feel you stretch me out daddy.”

He loved hearing you dirty talk back to him, the fact that you made sure to tell him what you needed despite the work of his fingers making it hard for you to breathe let alone speak.

“As you wish baby girl.”

William chuckled before his fingers picked up their pace, thrusting in and out of you as his tongue found its way back to your clit. The sensation already close again as he barely gave you time to recover from the previous high.

Your back arched as your moans turned into soft screams, William pushing you over the edge as he made you ride out your orgasm. Soaking his fingers and mouth as he’d managed to make you squirt, catching you off guard as you looked at him shocked.

“Fuck, I-I’ve never done that before.”

Taking his fingers in his mouth to taste you as he cleaned them off he flashed a smile, climbing up the bed and lowering himself on top of you. His lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss as you felt his cock slightly brush against your folds, making you twitch at the sensation.

“It was so fucking sexy baby.”

His lips trailed down to your neck as he slid his tongue along your jawline before biting at your collarbone. Your head falling back only makes him reach up and wrap his hand around your exposed skin, slightly tightening his grip as he whispers in your ear.

“Now how about you get in my lap and we make you do it again?”

William swapped your places, pulling you into his lap as you straddled him, his hand reaching behind you to unhook your bra in one swift movement. Pulling the black laced undergarment from your arms as he threw it across the room. Immediately giving attention to your breasts as he’d been eyeing them all night, never imagining them to be as perfect as they were to him.

While he gave your chest some attention, you took your turn at leaving marks of your own down his neck, hands roaming his muscular chest and arms. Soft moans escaping his lips every time he felt your teeth nip at his skin, always followed by your tongue to soothe the red spots you’d left behind.

Slipping a hand behind you, you took his cock and slowly teased your folds. Desperately trying to make him wait but you couldn’t hold out any longer yourself, sliding down his length as your hands rested on his chest to brace yourself. Expletives pouring from both of you, feeling him stretch you out as his head fell back against the pillow. Hands sliding down your sides to grip at your hips, holding you steady as he needed a minute to compose himself with how tight you felt wrapped around him.

“Shit…”

“Yeah.”

He echoed your reaction as he attempted to guide your hips, urging you to ride him, which you happily obliged. William’s hands moving to grip your ass as you grinded against him, his hips occasionally bucking at specific movements you’d done.

“Bounce on it baby, show me how much you like it.”

“Mmm, I don’t like it, I love it.”

Following his request you leaned forward as your arms rested on either side of his head, bouncing your ass up and down on his cock as he groaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that. Such a good girl, fucking ride me baby.”

A smack of your ass from him urging you to continue, your pace picking up as you could feel yourself already getting close to another orgasm.

“Shit, I’m already close. You feel too good, holy shit.”

William smirked at you before he quickly flipped you over onto the bed, keeping his cock buried inside you as you gasped. Caught off guard by the sudden switch of positions, but loving the feeling as he put one of your legs over his shoulder to have a better angle.

“Think we can make you recreate earlier? Gonna really push you to your limits baby. Can you take it?”

Biting your lip you nodded, fingers gripping the sheets tight as his hand fell to your clit, thumb rubbing vicious circles as your eyes rolled back. His free hand doing his best to hold you in place as you were already shaking.

“Come on baby, let’s see it, be a dirty little slut for daddy. I want you to soak me.”

His words were like drugs to your senses, the only thing you needed to reach your peak. That besides his cock and thumb that was working its magic making you tongue tied as you could barely form a response.

“William, I can’t take anymore, it’s too much.”

He could feel you tightening around him once again, knowing you’d gotten you so close. His thrusts now sloppy as his pace picked up, both with his cock and his thumb.

“Fuck, come on baby, I’m gonna cum for you. You’re so close, I can feel it.”

His voice almost a low growl as you watched his brow furrow, his own climax approaching. Reaching down you pushed his hand away, taking over the assault on your clit and giving him the ability to grip your hips and thrust into you. Hard and fast as his fingers surely broke skin, leaving bruised fingerprints in their wake as your hips bucked against him. Your hand barely able to keep its pace, the warmth building up as your back arched.

“Fuckkk!”

William pulled himself from you as he came, his seed covering your stomach as your own release coated his chest. A cocky grin on his face as he looked down at the mess the two of you had made. Your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Vision blurry as you all you could muster was a, “holy fucking shit”.

William climbed off the bed, disappearing to the bathroom before returning with a towel to clean you off. Your body slightly twitching at the feeling of him touching you, you’d definitely be sensitive for an hour or so with how good he’d pleased you.

After discarding the towel he picked you up, ripping the soaked sheets from the bed before setting you back down on the drier surface of the mattress. At this point you didn’t care where he set you down, just needing to lay still and try to recover.

“You okay baby girl?”

He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet, laying next to you before he draped it over the two of you. His thumb brushing over the skin of your shoulder while his lips pressed soft sporadic kisses.

“Yeah, I um, wow. Fuck.”

William chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you, closing his eyes as your breathing finally slowed to match his.

“Told you I’d make this the best night of your trip.”

Playfully rolling your eyes you ran your fingernails along the skin of his forearm, relaxing in his embrace as you tried to imagine how you’d explain this to your friends.

“What about tomorrow, you think you could make that the best morning of my trip?”

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"You need to kiss someone at midnight!” said one of the girls sitting on the crowded sofa, the group around her, boys and girls halfway drunk on cheap champagne, erupted in screams and laughter, fighting over the validity of certain superstitions and who’d get to kiss who in the group. “The pagans say it’s for good luck.”

The discussion never ceased, getting louder as spirits were running high. Amongst the loud group, you stood out. Sitting quietly with a drink in hand, a beaming smile adorning your face, laughing at whatever what he assumed were your girl friends said, you caught Jason’s eyes. You’d done so from the moment he entered the apartment.

You wore a sparkly outfit, a little black dress full of sequins that reflected the poor lighting of the room but that was still unable to outshine your natural beauty. He watched you attentively, entertained by your joy and enamored with the sound of your laughter. 

Your eyes had met a few times since his arrival, briefly, shyly, sharing quiet smiles and a few winks, a secret interaction you hoped no one else had noticed but you. Not out of embarrassment, but from wanting it to be uniquely yours.

Jason had been under actual spells before, under the uncomfortable power of Ivy’s pollen. This was different, because nothing forced him to look at you, he simply wanted to. He wasn’t a shy man, never backing out of talking with a pretty lady, but tonight he decided to wait, wait for the right moment to reach you, to talk to you, to know your name. He didn’t want to intrude in your moment with your friends, but most importantly, he didn’t want your friends intruding in your moment.

So he waited, sat aside on a dark corner, like a villain in a scary movie, chatting bullshit with a friend he barely knew but who had insisted on him coming to his apartment tonight, as he knew Jason wouldn’t go anywhere else for New Year’s Eve, preferring to sulk in his own solitude for the night.

He didn’t expect anything from tonight, planning to go home after the clock striked 00:00 and the champagne bottles were popped. He certainly did not expect to meet a pretty girl that had him hooked on the first exchange of glances, but he was glad he took his time to come.

A few other girls had come to him, some showing their deep cleavages, others just trying to start a conversation, but they didn’t last long once they realized he only had his eyes out for you.

He noticed your group of friends leave the sofa, entering the kitchen in search of more drinks, but you stayed there, sitting in the same spot you’d been all night, watching your friends disappear into another room. Then, turning your head slowly, your eyes met his, and he took it as his key to finally approach you.

Throwing himself beside you on the sofa, his arm immediately went to its back and you leaned closer, trying to hear him better between all the screaming and the loud music.

“Jason.” he sort of screamed-whispered in your ear, extending his left hand for you to shake.

“Yn.” you took his hand in yours, shaking quickly before returning the hold to your cup.

“Stopped drinking tonight?” he asked, a playful smirk on his lips.

“What?!” you screamed, not hearing him clearly.

He came closer to you, the hand that shook yours coming to rest on your tight, and his lips brushing against your neck as he repeated himself into your ear. “I asked if you had stopped drinking tonight.”

“No!” you laughed. “They went looking for vodka, I guess. I’m sticking to champagne tonight.”

“Did you enjoy the bottle they were passing around?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Did you not like it?” you asked in return.

“It’s alright.” he shrugged, leaning back on the sofa and bringing his drink to his lips.

The music softened, a few complaints thrown around, the majority of the people taking this time to fish for more drinks in the kitchen or wherever they were.

Learning against the sofa too, head falling back to rest, your shoulder touched Jason’s and you could feel the electricity running through you.

“Mikey’s friend?” you asked him, trying to understand where this stranger had come from.

“Sorta.” he simply replied.

“Oh! We have ourselves a mysterious man.” you laughed again, and Jason hoped you wouldn’t stop.

“Do you like it? Or you prefer something more… nerdy? Or do you want me to act like a jock from a teen rom com. I can do it all, you know.” if possible, your laughing just got louder, throwing your head back and bringing the smirk back to Jason’s face.

“Nah. I love it.” you answered when your laughing stopped and your breathing had settled. “Makes me want to know more about you.”

The loud bang on a door broke brought your attention away, your friends making their way back to the sofa, full drinks in hand and a bottle of vodka being carried by one of them. Jason saw some eyebrow wiggles at you, teasing smiles and bumps on your shoulder, all of it making your cheeks flush pink and your eyes to divert to the almost empty cup on your hand.

He watched your thumb playing with the lipstick stained glass and your teeth nibble at your bottom lip. He admired your soft makeup, perfectly melting into your skin and not hiding your natural beauty he had come to love. A small stain of lipstick stood on your chin, maybe because of your drinking, and he couldn't hold the urge, his thumb cleaning it away for you.

“Two minutes till New Year’s!” someone announced over the music, the crowd getting excited, people looking for their friends or unopened champagne bottles.

“Do your friends have anyone to kiss at midnight?” Jason asked, and he caught a glimpse of disappointment in your eyes.

“I don’t know.” you replied, eyes wide in question. He only shook his head.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know.” you repeated your previous answers, earning a questioning look from him that made you laugh again a little. “Do I?”

“The thing is, Yn.” he started speaking and turned to face him properly, knees bumping into each other’s. He licked at his lips, and your mind replayed the way he had pronounced your name. He placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear and his fingertips touched your neck, a shiver emanating from there to your entire body. “I’m not a very patient guy. I don’t think I can wait until midnight.”

Leaning in, his lips caught yours as his hands held your waist. The butterflies partied in your stomach, and you leaned further into him, bringing his face closer as you felt his tongue slid inside your mouth.

“It’s not even fucking midnight, Yn!” someone screamed, the room turning to look at you both, but your mind too focused on the kiss to even notice.

His other hand went to your neck, playing with the hairs in there, making you moan into his mouth, the sound making him excited and more eager to continue kissing you. 

At some point, happy new years were exchanged, champagne bottles were popped, other kisses were given along with tight hugs and laughter. Still, Jason’s lips were glued to yours, a perfect dance you did not want to stop.

Going into 2024 with your lips on his wasn’t on Jason New Year’s Eve plans, but he made sure to add them to his resolutions: to kiss you passionately, deeply, for as long as he can, for as long as his breathing allows him, for the entire year if you let him to, because he didn’t believe much in destiny but he was sure it wanted him there, on New Year’s day, sitting on a sofa beside the prettiest girl the room, her lips stuck on his, and a thousand possibilities to turn this moment into the first of many you’d share along 2024.

𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

He heard wishes of “happy new year!” as the first fireworks exploded above the sea. Families, friends and couples erupting in joyful bursts of happiness and laughter, celebrating the beginning of the year with hope and excitement.. 

Dick wasn’t one of them. No, tonight wasn’t perfect. Not like it used to feel.

The arms wrapped tightly around his waist certainly didn’t feel perfect, and neither did the head resting on his chest. He watched the fireworks illuminating the night sky, reflecting on the water, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he wondered if you too were watching the scenery.

The guilt was eating at his chest, the words you’d told him earlier still lingering in his mind. There was a lump in his throat, he knew he’d screwed things up, that he ruined your favorite night of the year, your favorite holiday, and consequently, his too. 

It hurt even more now that he recognized that you were not wrong, that you didn’t lie.

“How did you forget to tell me, Dick? Today is New Year’s Eve, we’ve always spent it together.” you reminded him, staring at him through the mirror he fixed his collar on. “Why are you like this, huh? Why do you never put me first, even for one day?” “It’s always like this. You find a new girl, you forget about me. Yn does not exist anymore, and if she does, she’s just your shadow, your umbrella holder while you cozy up to some slut you won’t care anymore in a few months.” “It’s not that important? Fuck you, Dick! Fuck you, fuck you! It was our day, our tradition, to watch the fireworks at the beach together, to make wishes to the stars and countless other traditions we’ve had since we were teenagers… You’ve continuously neglected what I want, put me aside to fulfill your wishes, and I’m always okay, because I fucking love you. But when it comes to me… Forget it. You just made me realize none of this is worth it.”

He still remembered the sound your voice made when you told him you loved him, how it cracked, how your chin trembled and your eyes filled with tears. He had put you aside for countless others when you’d always, always, stood by him. It was your tradition, and he had broken it.

Two hands slid up his chest, coming together behind his neck, forcing him to finally look down, after avoiding it’s presence for as long as he could. “Happy New Year, Dickie.” she said, plump lips painted red, reaching for his, reaching for a kiss, but he couldn’t do it.

No. It wasn’t perfect.

“I’m sorry.” he told the girl, removing her hands from his body. She looked at him confused, as he apologized once more.

Turning on his heel, feeling the sand underneath his feet, Dick ran. Ran somewhere he didn’t know to, somewhere he hoped he’d find you.

He screamed your name, praying you’d hear him and call him back, call his name as you always did when you met him in the crowd. A toothy smile on your lips that reached your eyes, a sight he never realized he loved, that he’d miss if you were gone, too dumb, too much of an idiot, to realize.

He counted all the things you could’ve done already, checking your list of nye’s traditions that never cease to surprise him. Every year you’d bring something new, something fun, and he would follow along and watching you complete each one of them made him happy.

But you always said it wasn’t perfect. That something was missing. Every year, there was this one thing you couldn’t complete but you never told him what it was.

“Yn.” he screamed to the crowd, gaining side looks from some of the people around.

“Dick.” someone called back, but it wasn’t you. “What are you doing?”

“Tim, have you seen Yn?” he asked, almost breathless.

“You didn’t come with her?” he asked in return, eyes jolting out, incredulous of the words leaving his brother's mouth. Dick could only shake his head. “Dude.” he finished disapprovingly.

Tim wasn’t much of a help, not knowing if you were still at the beach, but at least now he was sure you’d come.

Of course you would, he thought. You’d never break a tradition.

He was sure he’d crossed to the other end of the sandy and pretty crowded beach. This year many more people came to enjoy the best “secret” new year’s party in the city, a secret you’d kept for years but that was slowly becoming more popular. 

You hate it. It was our place, I don’t want anyone else in it.

Letting out a chuckle, he remembered you pout as you let those words out. If only he had listened to them then.

He was almost giving up, the number of people diminishing with each step he took further in the sands. The groups fizzled out, just a few here and there now, long ignoring the still ongoing, god knows for how long, firework show, now too focused on drinks and gossip.

But then an oddity caught his eyes.

Someone alone, quietly watching the show of colors in the night. He had found you.

Even at a distance, he could see the colors reflecting in your eyes, watery and enamored as they were every year. You had your hands glued to your body, caressing the cold away as you dared to wear a sleeveless shirt this deep into winter.

He froze. The lump, the tightness in his throat, returning to torture him. He wanted to cry, get on his knees and beg you to forgive him. But he was too scared. Too scared you’d say no, because you should.

“Yn.” he whispered, hoping you wouldn’t hear.

You didn’t. You stayed in the same position, now staring at the moon as the fireworks had stopped, but he knew you’d love to stare at the moon even more.

Slowly, you stared at your feet, toes playing with the sand. Then, to his surprise, you looked to your side. You looked straight at him, he could swear your bore deep within his eyes, and all he could do was stare in return.

“D?” he saw you mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted. “I’m so sorry.”

Your head dipped to the side, and he watched your chin shaking again. His heart started to break, but soon enough, you were running into his arms.

Dick didn’t know that all night, you’d hoped you hadn’t told him anything. That the “I love you” hadn’t slipped out of your mouth, preferring to never have him fully than to never have him at all.

Although your heart was broken, seeing him tonight meant your friendship was not. And you could settle for this. You cried in his chest, tears staining his dress shirt. “Please don’t cry, please, please. I’m so fucking stupid for hurting you.”

His hands held the back of your head, caressing your hairs as you recomposed yourself, He listened to your breathing become steady, your cheek resting on his chest, arms wrapped around his torso. Perfect. 

“I’m sorry.” he said, and you looked up, your chin on his chest. His watery eyes still visible under the moonlight, you dried the tears from under his eyes. “I was stupid, a moron. I didn’t realize what I’d done. I didn’t realize you were the best thing to ever happen to me, and that I was pushing it all away.

“It’s okay,” you replied softly, snuggling back into his chest. “We’ll be alright.”

Breathing deeply, Dick held your face up to meet him again. “Yn…”

“Dick.” you cut him, wanting all this pain to just be over. He smiled at you, thumb drawing patterns on your cheek.

“Did you finish your list?” he inquired.

“No.”

Again, you didn’t. Dick never understood why. “You never told me what was missing.”

Staring deeply into his eyes, you found the courage to finally tell him. “A midnight kiss.”

It caught him by surprise, but it made him see everything clearly.

“Yn.” he called you, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips.

“Hmm.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, heart beating faster than it's ever done, not even the sprint on the beach making it go this quickly.

“It’s the thing I wanted.”

Pulling your face to his, you had to stand on your tiptoes to finally meet his lips. It was a slow kiss, lips melting together, fitting each other as if they were… perfect. Like you’d always dreamed of. It sets the butterflies in your stomach afire, your heart to stop beating, the world to stop spinning. You lost air, you lost your mind, you lost yourself within him.

You’d finally completed your list, you’d finally made your new year’s day perfect.

a/n: to all of you who made my 2023 very special, a happy new year and a blessed 2024 ♡

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Pinky Brain | ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: that pinky brained guitarist is the worst and you thought he was kinda hot. yikes.

warnings: sukuna drinks just vodka, no ice. angst, petty grudges, hints of bathroom sex (not you though sorry), bathroom runs, geto mention !!, slight jealousy(?), annoyance, smoking, drinking. judgmental reader, you’re a slight germaphobe, slight revenge

word count: 1k

yazzy's comments: artwork by @/su2kuna , kinda liking this format more low-key. been a hot minute since I had writing mojo and as always it's when I have stuff to do. not proofread !!

18+, must have age in bio to interact !! no minors !!

"they're a pretty good band no?" shoko questions, cigarette in hand as she leans against the bar table. they've only been playing for an hour but the crowd the band attracts only gets larger by the minute. "little bit of indie and rock, that's within your taste."

you simply shrug, watching as the girls in the crowd start to scream as the frontman leans down with the mic still in hand. it's unclear what song was being covered, but you doubt those girls even cared. "they're okay, helps that they're attractive looking." taking a sip of your drink, your eyes glance to the other band members.

a man with long black hair was on one of the guitars, fingers moving with ease to support the singer, adding in a few vocals here and there. both his ears sporting shiny purple gages and painted black nails, matching his buddy on the right with pink hair. this band member has a different guitar, your guess is something on the higher end of guitar center. the instruments alone there were an entire paycheck, if not 6 of them combined. "hold up, is that..." shoko squints her eyes, taking a better look at the drummer who's face was half covered by his long strands of blonde hair. "oh it's nanamin! i didn't know he was in this band." putting her cigarette out in the glass that still had whiskey, she reaches into her coat pocket for her phone. taking a little video before typing away on her screen. "he said a name but I couldn't remember, guess this is them." you don't really react as your focus was stuck onto the guitarist with pink hair. following his fingers as they pull the strings, tongue poking out between his lips as the beat goes faster. moving past his fingers, you see his beefy arms covered in various tattoos, some thick lines and others much smaller. a single circle on the middle of his shoulders, what they meant you weren't sure. but they looked good.

"hello, earth to you." shoko waves their hand in front of your face, wondering why you didn't really answer her question. it's obvious you're checking one of the band mates but the brunette can't tell who. "helloooo..."

with a small pinch, you hiss and turn to your friend. "okay sorry, kinda spaced out." not really but telling shoko you were eyeing a guitarist's fingers and arms wasn't a great idea. "yeah, anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through."

"right….anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through." shoko won’t really take no for an answer and you knew that.

“sure.” maybe you could look at the pink haired guitarist a little more. “i’m gonna grab another drink though.” the bartender who made your drink earlier was down the line and you preferred they did it over anyone else. plus you needed to close your tab.

walking towards the other side of the bar, you wait to be greeted by the blonde girl with a purple crop top. she’s assisting two people who looked to be underage practically, perhaps its their baby faces. your eyes catch the boy, he’s got the same hair color as one of the guitarists. maybe they were brothers?

shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of the guitarist away. why were you so obsessed anyways?

*

you currently sat on the couch with shoko as she talks to the band mates, who’s names you’ve learned to be gojo, geto and of course nanami. the frontman was gojo, who was really tall and hyper. geto was the black haired guitarist with the purple gages in his ears. leaving nanami, the blond haired drummer who still seemed to be out of breath from earlier. they were surprised to see shoko, as apparently she recognized the other two boys from grade school. small world.

you were only taking slow sips, stuck on what to do as shoko was speaking. finding yourself unusually quiet tonight despite the alcohol buzzing in your veins.

with a small excuse me, you left the green room the band was using to use the bathroom. having to walk across the stage floor and past big groups of people who were piss drunk. not that you were that far from that point either.

with a deep sigh, you push the door open to the women’s side only to hear loud moans coming from what sounded like a girl. not uncommon in bars but did they need to do that in a bathroom? are they not worried about the germs?

unfortunately you couldn’t wait to go home and use the restroom, so you opened an unoccupied stall to relieve yourself. doing your best to shut up the excess noises of skin slapping skin, followed by ridiculous moans a pornstar might be embarrassed by.

once finished, you used your shoe to push down the lever to flush the toilet, walking back out to wash your hands. eyes glancing at yourself in the mirror just as the stall door opened on the left. one girl struggling to walk back out and attempting to pull the straps of her dress back up. looking back down trying to hold back your disdain, you continue to scrub until someone clears their throat behind you.

glancing into the mirror your eyes spot the pink haired guitarist from earlier, taking a sip of what remained of his drink. and by judging the strong scent on his breath, it’s just straight vodka. “you couldn’t fucking hold it or something?” he grumbles.

“could say the same for you, after all this is a bathroom. not a brothel.” you dry your hands with some paper towels before rolling your eyes at the guy. sure there’s something sexy about being so needy and being obsessed with one another but you couldn’t picture doing it in a bathroom. not this one at least.

scoffing, he looks away before setting his glass on the counter beside you. if looks could kill, you’d be a goner already. “what a buzzkill. you jealous or something?”

you let out a small chuckle before brushing past him for the exit, unable to provide an answer. though your laugh alone makes the guy groan, gripping onto the same countertop you were just in front of. if he saw you again, you’d be dead meat.

*

fortunately he doesn’t have to wait for long as you happened to be at the same club he was just a week later. drink in hand and chatting away with his own bandmate, geto. that bastard. taking a sip of his drink, his eyes narrow down at how geto’s eyes never left your own. sitting a little too close to you and though he usually didn’t care much, the pink haired guitarist wanted to get even.

the only reason he and geto even came here was to enjoy the rock songs being played tonight. gave the guitarist more ideas of what songs they could cover next, so long as Gojo doesn’t whine about the vocal strain.

getting a glass of wine, he waits until you excuse yourself to leave. following close behind with the drink still in hand as you beeline for the bathroom. casually bumping into you and spilling the crimson liquid all over your chest, pretending to be annoyed. “you blind now or what?”

the only reason you wanted to leave was to touch up your make up but thanks to this douchebag, everything was ruined. without thinking, you slap him and walk away. forget returning back to geto and resuming the conversation about good hair products, you were leaving.

the cold is just as cruel as it nips at your exposed skin, blowing harsh breezes as you order an uber. perhaps the black skirt and tights weren’t such a great idea for tonight. but hey, your whole outfit came together with it pre wine spill thanks to pinky brain back in there. hell you still didn’t know his damn name.

arriving home felt the worst, tossing your purse somewhere and just peeling the wine stained clothes off your body. not even bothering to toss them into the washing machine as you entered the bathroom. wiping away the make up and the stench of the crimson liquid off yourself. pushing the thoughts of that guitarist out of your mind, who you hoped learned to not be such an asshole. though that was a stretch.

now cleaned up, your feet pad into the plush carpet of your bedroom. heading straight for the closet to pull out a new set of clothes. tomorrow you’d wash the wine off, for now you’d just doomscroll while brushing your hair out.

it was only ten pm tonight on this crummy friday night, posts on your feed of fellow friends who were out doing fun activities. one catches your eye, it’s geto and that same pink haired guitarist posing with some fans at the same club you just left.

your eyes fall to the caption, which was just all caps and various emojis. yet within it, you figure out what that asshole’s name was. sukuna.

well, at least you got a name now.

feedback is appreciated, along with comments and reblogs !! please don’t repost or steal my work, it ruins the fanfiction community.

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Half a Heart

Info - break up, fight, angst to comfort, mention of drinking

The break up had only happened one month ago, and yet Timothee was already with someone else. It hurt immensely. Every day I wished that I could take back the things I'd said. I hadn't meant them, not in the least, but I'd been too stubborn to apologize.

She was gorgeous and I had nothing on her, I knew that. I'd fantasized that he'd never get over me, that one day he'd come back, that my skies would once again be blue.

As I stared at the picture of the two of them at a premiere, I downed another gulp of vodka. I had been crying and drinking all night. I just wanted Timothée back, I was ready to ask for forgiveness.

I tearfully dialed Timmy’s number. It was the first time I'd tried to contact him since our fight. It continued to ring, and a sudden fear gripped my heart. Maybe he'd changed his number. But then suddenly the ringing stopped.

"Mm, what is it?" The groggy deep voice of Timothée answered the phone, and I almost laughed with relief.

"Timothée," I squealed.

"Y/n, oh my gosh, I didn't see the caller ID," Timmy sounded much more awake now.

"Hi," I said, pitifully into the phone.

"Hi,"responded.

Suddenly, I lost my train of thought completely. My brain couldn't form a complete thought, my mouth wouldn't work. I couldn't say a thing.

"Y/N?" Timothee said after a moment.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I called," I said weakly. "I just, I wanted to hear your voice I guess. I'm glad you didn't change your number."

"Yeah, I wanted to keep it in case...." he didn't finish his sentence. He had to change his number often, and I couldn't help feeling maybe he hadn't changed it for me

"Okay, I'm gonna go back to sleep," Timmy said slowly.

"No! Wait!" I said loudly. Timothée didn't say anything, but I could still hear his breathing so I knew he hadn't left.

"Can we meet somewhere?" I asked.

"Like where?" He asked apprehensively.

"On the bridge, in the park, where we had our first date," I said quietly.

"What time?" He sighed.

"Tomorrow at 4, I know you'll be done on set by then," I said. I still knew his schedule well.

"Okay, but I can only come for fifteen minutes, I have my workout," he told me.

"I know," I said. Timothée, was silent, realising just how well we knew each other.

"Okay goodbye," I said and hung up.

I felt a little better, but also, I felt nervous as hell. What was I thinking? How would I convince Tim to leave his gorgeous arm candy for me? We had history, but we'd also had that fight. I had no idea what I was going to say.

I tried to sleep, but I tossed and turned. I ended up getting up at six AM. I took a warm bath and made sure to load it with sweet-smelling bubble bath to relax.

Since it was a Saturday, I didn't have much to do but mope around. I ate a big breakfast to help with my hangover symptoms. Mostly, I just laid around the house, watching tv, and biding my time till it was 4:00.

Finally, it was time to go. I was wearing an outfit I knew Timothée liked, and although it was windy, I wore my hair down like I knew he preferred. I'd spent over an hour on my makeup. I just wanted everything to be perfect when I saw him.

I stood on the bridge, looking at the beautiful scenery and trying to calm down. I was squeezing the railing of the bridge so hard the muscles in my hand began to ache. The day was truly gorgeous, but all the colors looked dull to me. I painfully reminded of Timothée.

"Y/n," his voice was like a cool drink of water on a hot day. I turned to see him standing there, and tears almost began to form in my eyes.

"You wanted to talk?" Timothee asked, running a hand over his head.

"Yeah," I said, looking at my hands, and not him.

"Yeah," I repeated. I realized I'd wasted so much time today, and I hadn't even figured out what to say.

"Look, y/n, this is awkward," Timothée began.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I want to say something. I just, don't know how," I mumbled.

"Did you mean what you said?" I asked finally. I hadn't even been planning this, but it just popped out. This must be what I'd really wanted to say.

"Which part?" Timothee asked.

"Near the end of our fight, you said we were like the same side of a magnet. That we were always trying to make it work, but we can't get it quite right. We repel each other without even wanting to. Did you mean that? Because I can't get it out of my head, I can't stop hearing you say that."

"I...," Timothee hesitated. "I don't know, there's a lot of times when we fight, but I don't know if we're incompatible."

"You don't know?" I asked desperately.

"I just don't know," he shrugged, but he looked pained.

"So that's what our whole relationship amounts to, you don't know," I snarled.

"I guess so," Timmy said in exasperation. "I'm not a fucking genius."

"You don't have to be a genius to tell me how you feel about me!" I snapped.

"May I remind you that YOU asked me here, not the other way round, maybe you should be explaining to me." Timothée was fuming.

"Maybe you should leave then!" I growled.

"Don't act like I'm the problem here," Timothée rolled his eyes.

"I should've known," I scoffed. "Can't even have a mature conversation."

"Don't talk to me about maturity," Timothée retorted. "I'm leaving."

He spun around and began to stalk off. I turned too, anger filling my veins. However, the minute he was out of my sight, I felt dread spreading through me again. I turned back around to watch Timmy walk off.

I felt like I was in a romantic comedy, staring at the love of my life's back as he walked out of my life. In the movies, we would both turn around at different moments and wish the other one would do the same. This wasn't the movies though, and soon Timothee turned around. He looked surprised to see that I was looking at him as well

For about five minutes we just stared at each other. He blinked a couple of times.

"Go," Timothee finally shouted to me from the other side of the bridge.

"You first," I called back.

"I don't want to," he admitted.

"Me either," I said.

"So what are we going to do," Timothée ventured a few steps forward.

"I don't know," I said.

We were silent for a moment, our bodies slowly moving closer to one another.

"Fuck it," I laughed, and ran to Timothée. I launched myself into his arms. He actually caught me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was kissing me fervently.

"I'm so sorry,” Timothee said in a hurried voice, broken by kisses. "I didn't mean it, we are compatible, I was just worried you didn't feel the same way."

"I love you, I fucking love you so much," I kissed his face all over as he laughed.

"I missed you," he breathed as he clung to me.

"What about your new girlfriend," I said worriedly.

"She was just a prop, management didn't want me to seem sad," Timothée said, putting me down.

"That's wonderful," I laughed and pressed my lips to his. "Timothée we may fight a lot, but I want our relationship to work. I'll do whatever I can, I love you so much."

"I love you too," Timmy pressed his forehead to mine.

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What’s a soulmate? Part 8

Overview- things finally progress into something more with Negan, but after some drama that’s involved with a VERY jealous ex.

Warnings- angst, fighting, blood, vomit, swearing. Smut, dirty talk, unprotected v in p, oral (female receiving)

Notes- so I’m trying a new writing style and i actually prefer it like this. Let me know what you think! This part is very long so apologies but I hope you like it! Next part isn’t fully written yet so may take me a while but I’m trying. Once again love you all, please don’t forget to leave me feedback and if you have any suggestions or requests for one shots feel free to message me 🫶

Ella

Everything around me was spinning. A mix of alcohol, stress and guilt had engulfed me.

Looking up at Negan, his hazel eyes looked lost, the happy face he’d had on all night had vanished.

“No, you know what… it’s fuckin fine. I guess I read things wrong. I’m gonna call a cab. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

It certainly wasn’t fine. He didn’t read things the wrong way. It was a date in my eyes too, I’d made a mistake with Shane and I knew it. Hiding it from Negan was probably wrong but I was scared of losing him too.

All I could do was watch him walk out of the gardens side gate. I was frozen, stood there like an idiot. I wanted the world to just swallow me whole.

“Ella, what are you doing? Go after him.” My sister spoke up from behind me. But yet, I still couldn’t move.

The anxiety and nerves rushed through my body, a lump forming in my throat. Oh, no. That wasn’t anxiety. That was my $110 steak, a bottle of wine, tequila shots and multiple double vodka and cokes threatening to make a reappearance.

I quickly ran out of the side gate that led to the alley way at the side of the bar. My heels clicking along the floor as I did so. Reaching in the corner, I spewed up the remaining food and liquor that filled my stomach.

Negan

Did I just hear that right? I just took a girl on a date, helped her friends throw a surprise party then out of her own mouth she says she got back with her dick of a fucking boyfriend? Before she went out with me.

I only went outside to have a cigarette and get some space from Simon-who was chewing my fucking ear off about his wife-after he’d had one to many drinks.

Instead of having some calming time I’m met with Ella confessing that she’d got back with Shane.

We’d only known each other for around two weeks but there was something different about her. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Obviously she was beautiful, a fucking knock out.

But that wasn’t it. There were plenty over women who were beautiful. I had so many fans that I could easily pick up and have my way with. But she was different, her brunette locks, them eyes, similar to mine, hinting green in the light. Then there was that smile. god that fucking smile. It made my heart skip a beat. She was doing something to me.

The first day I saw her in the bar I was tied in. Something in the back of my head telling me I needed her. Was it her siren song that wrapped me in? it’s like I had a curse inside me.

I’d only just lit my cigarette when the sound of reaching echoed from behind me. Slightly turning to get a glimpse of who the culprit was and that’s when everything went into rush mode. It was Ella.

I couldn’t help but run over and try and help her out. There’s not much I could do apart from support her.

“Hey, hey.. that’s it, get it all up.” I moved the stray hairs from her face as she continued to throw up the contents of her stomach.

“I’m fi—-“ Ella was cut off by more sickness.

The brunette that was talking to Ella in the garden rushed out the back gate with a bottle of water.

“Here sis, sip, not chug.”

Sis? That must be one her older sisters from her father’s previous marriage. In all fairness, they did look alike, same colour hair, same face shape and high cheek bones.

“Hey, I’m Maggie, Els big sister.” She stuck her hand out and I politely shook it. She had a heavy southern accent, nothing like Ella’s.

“Negan, Ella’s…friend.” For gods sake negan, Ella’s friend. Really. Could you not have just stuck to your name and nothing else.

I took a step back once Ella had finished throwing up. I gave her some time to gather herself and take a sip of the water.

“Mint?” I offered, pulling the pack of icebreakers out of my pocket.

She took one from the pack with shaky hands. “Thank you.” A whisper came from her lips as she put the mint into her mouth.

Even after she’d spewed her guts up she still looked beautiful. Redness filled her cheeks.

“Yeah.. don’t mention it.. are you okay?” I still cared about her, whether or not we were on good or bad terms.

“Negan I’m so sorry, what you heard… it wasn’t what it seemed, I mean it was, but that’s not the full story.” Her big hazel eyes stared up at me. Guilt filling them.

“I’m gonna head back in Sis, call me if you need anything. Nice to meet you Negan.” Maggie headed back into the bar after giving her sister a supportive hug.

“Look Ell, you don’t have to explain anything to me. If you’re back with Shane then I just hope you’re happy. I shouldn’t have walked off like that. I’m sorry.” What she did with her life wasn’t my business. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it sucked but at the end of the day we were practically strangers.

“I’m not back with Shane… at least not right now… I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how to say the right thing. This morning he took me out for breakfast with Hazel, he took me to my favourite spot near the lake and bought me the most thoughtful gifts.. it just seemed like the old times where he actually cared, stupidly I gave him another chance. He promised me that he hadn’t been with anyone in weeks.. then I found messages from two different girls about him fucking them again…. So yeah. It’s over. 100% completely over.” Ella’s voice was shaky. Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes.

Seeing her this upset made me want to face Shane myself. How could he make a women this amazing so upset and hurt, never mind the mother of his child.

“Shush it’s not your fault. I get it okay.” I couldn’t help but pull her into my arms. Her shaking body against mine, her small weeps crying into my chest. I didn’t want her to feel guilty on my behalf. “He’s a fuckin asshole sunshine, you’re fucking amazing and if he can’t see that then that’s his loss. Don’t be crying over his idiotic choices… especially on your birthday.” I wasn’t good with words. All I could do is try.

“I don’t deserve your sympathy. I knew I shouldn’t have forgave him. I just always wanted the perfect family, like my mom and dad.” A small shrug came from her as she pulled back from my arms.

I wipes away her tears away, resting my hand against her cheek. “Didn’t you mention your mom was your dad’s second wife? You had a happy life right? Seemed like your sisters had a good life too… trust me El, having happy separated parents are better than having parents who do nothing but fight and argue… Hazel deserves more than that… you deserve more than that Ella.”

I just wanted to kiss her, make her feel better, hold her close and never let him or anyone else harm her.

“You’re right. I’m just a freaking wreak right now.” A small chuckle fell from her lips. “God I bet I look a mess right now, and i probably stink of sick, I’m sorry.”

“You look fuckin’ beautiful sunshine. Absolutely stunning.” My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I admired her beauty. If it was up to me I’d take her back to my place right now and have my way with her. Show her how truly beautiful she was, show her how she should be treated.

“Do you wanna get back in there? I still need a dance with the birthday girl” I gave her a playful wink, I had to distract myself from the thoughts that were racing through my mind.

“Negan smith, dancing? Now that I have to see.” We both laughed. She was smiling, a genuine happy smile, the one that I liked so much.

I took her hand and we made our way back into the bar. Ella spent some time catching up with her friends and sisters while I cleaned up the mess that was my best friend, Simon.

“I think it’s time you get a cab.” I cut Simon of half way through another ramble about his wife. If I heard another ‘she’s done this or that’ going on about how he wants a divorce. I may personally throw him out. He didn’t realise how lucky he was to have a wife who was alive and healthy. Forget about the stupid arguments. They mean nothing in the end.

“Come on man, just one more drink, I can’t be going home to that bitch right now.” Before he could pull the beer bottle up to his lips, I pulled the bottle from his hands.

“Out. Now. Before I have to drag you out Simon. Go home to your fucking wife, kiss and makeup. Don’t take her for granted cause one day she’s not gonna be here!” My voice raised and hands trembled. I didn’t want to make a scene here. Not on Ella’s birthday, especially not in her work place too.

“Right, right, I’m goin.” Simon finally gave up and made his way out of the bar, trembling as he did so.

Now I had to find my girl. Was it too early on to call her my girl? Yeah probably, we’d only been on one official date but I knew that i wanted her, no one else.

There she was, in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with Rosita and princess like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her body swayed with the beat of the music, it was like I was watching her in slow motion.

Dispute the packed bar, she was the only girl I could see in the room.

Once she caught a glimpse of my stair, she rushed towards me, this time, no heels.

“Come on, you owe me that dance Mr smith.” Her hand wrapped with mine as she pulled me into the center of the dance floor.

“Where are your shoes?” I looked down to her bare feet and then around the room to see if I could see them.

“Oh they’re just in the back. Do you know how hard it is to wear heels, alll night?” She exaggerated her words as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She seemed so little now.

“That I do not. But I’ll take your word for it.” I moved my hands to her hips, moving with her body close to mine.

This wasn’t the time to be getting hard Negan. You’re just dancing with a girl, a beautiful, hot, sexy girl. One that you want to devo—

“Earth to Negan…” Ellas hand waved back and forth infront of my face. How long has she been calling me. “Where did you go? I called your name like 3 times” she let out a giggle, still smiling brightly.

“Sorry sunshine, world of my own, what were you saying?” Snap out of the day dreaming man.

“I said are you having a nice time?”

Even her voice was sexy. I wish we were alone right now. I’d pull her over to that bar, bend her over and have my way with her. One spank for every guy she’d talked to tonight that wasn’t me.

I couldn’t tell her that. Not yet so I opted for a “The best.” A slight smirk pressing against my features.

“Good… thank you for helping with everything.”

“Yeah of course… plus I think if I didn’t, Rosita would have probably ripped my head off or somethin… she can be very…”

“Scary? Intimidating?” Ella took the words right out of my mouth.

I’m glad she had a good best friend who was whiling to do anything for her. As long as that didn’t involve taking her away from me.

“I was gonna say protective, but that works too.” We chuckle, still dancing along to the music.

The next song came on and I knew this caused for trouble. it wasn’t a soft romantic song we could just sway to, it was a get your body moving and ass moving song. My cock couldn’t handle this.

She turned in my arms, my hands still resting against her hips as she swayed her body against me. Not helping the current situation at all.

My cock was straining against my pants, I was surprised she hadn’t said anything. I wasn’t exactly lacking in that department and she knew it.

Her teasing tactics continued until I could take it anymore. I pulled her close and pressed soft kisses against her neck until I reached her ear.

“Keep dancing like that doll, and I’ll have to take you into the back there and have my way with you.” I didn’t care about the consequences. I wanted her. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe it was just the fact that she was like a drug, pulling me in for more.

That night after the kiss in the bar, I couldn’t help but go home and jerk myself off to the image of her in my head. Thinking of every last dirty thing I wanted to do to her, right on that bar. Part of me wishes I just did it. I wished I just pulled them tight jeans from her, ripped through her panties and devoured her pussy until she was screaming. I’d make her beg for more. Beg for my cock to slide into her. But I knew she deserved more than some worthless hook up in her work place.

“Carry on talking like that Mr Smith and I might just let you.” Soft whispers came from her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, and when she called me Mr smith.. god that did something to me. She continued to move her ass right up against my cock. She was a lot naughtier than i anticipated.

I spun her around to face me once again, any more movements and I would just explode in my pants. One arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand gripping her ass. I leant down so my lips hovered against hers. Two could play the teasing game.

“Do you want me bend you over right now, infront of all your fucking friends and family? Because I will. I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk.” Maybe that was a bit forward. Seeing her like this just made my mind crazy.

A small giggle game from her lips. Oh she was naughty. I loved it.

“How about you say your goodbyes and I’ll call us a cab back to my place.” Our lips barely touched before I pulled back. Her face glaring when she didn’t get what she wanted.

“You’re an ass… you can’t just.. just—“

“Just what sunshine? tease you like you’ve been doing to me all night? Go say your goodbyes. It would be rude not too.” I gave her a playful wink and slight smack on the ass as she made her way over to her sisters.

Once I was outside, I lit one of my cigarettes and pulled out my phone to call a cab.

Oh for fucks sake

A black suv pulled up outside the bar. Out came the devil himself- Shane.

What the hell was he doing here. If he thinks I'm letting him in there to ruin my girls day. He can think again.

"Don't you have a child to be looking after right now?" I spoke out as I pulled myself from the wall, approaching him.

"You're him aren't you. The guy who she's fuckin?" Shane said, clearly pissed.

Oh this is gonna be fun.

"We're not fucking... yet" a smirk tugged my lips once his face dropped and he started making his way over to me.

"What did you just say? Do you realise who I am? What I am?"

Oh so he thinks he's intimidating me? Hilarious.

"Oh I know a fuckin' lot about you, you're Ella's sleesy scumbag ex who likes to put his dick where it doesn't belong." My arms crossed against my chest as I looked across to him.

"You've got a lot of Nerve." He stepped toward me, but he didn't intimidate me. He was a disrespectful asshole who didn't deserve her.

I couldn't help but laugh at his stupidity, "I have a lot of nerve?" | pointed toward myself, shaking my head disapprovingly. "You fucked her over earlier and now you're showing up at her party. Are you seriously trying to ruin her birthday again?"

"Last time I checked she was my family, not yours, so how about you worry about yourself." As Shane walked past me, he shoved into my shoulder.

Anger ran through my body. Was he serious right now? I grabbed his arm before he could go anywhere, tightening my grip. "You walk into there and you'll regret it." My voice was stern. I tried to hold back the anger that was taking over me.

"Was that a threat?"

"No. Just a word of advice, y'know I know a lot of people who work with the press. I'm sure they'd love to hear the story about the abusive asshole cop." With my job came a lot of interviews and even paparazzi from time to time. I knew that I could sell this story with the click of my fingers.

"You know nothing. Did she tell you she nearly broke my nose?" Shane pulled his arm away. I'm glad he did, otherwise I would have probably broken his arm with his foul mouth.

"It's a shame she didn't break it. Go home to your daughter Shane. Stop harassing her."

Laughing was heard as Ella stumbled out of the bar with Princess. As much as I wanted to hear that laugh and see that infectious smile, I wished she would have stayed inside.

Once she caught a glimpse at Shane her smile faded. "You've got to be kidding me. What the hell are you doing here Shane?"

"What the hell are you wearing, where are your shoes?" Shane walked towards her. This was not gonna end well.

Ella held up her shoes and shrugged

"what does it look like Shane? I'm wearing a dress. A red corset dress if you want specifics" she had a back bone and I loved it. Right now she was handling herself and I didn't want to take the shine away from her.

"You think you're funny don't you?You're dressed like a slut.". That was it.

I was about to do something that would potentially get me into trouble. But for her? For her id do anything and everything.

"Where's Hazel Shane? Who have you left her with this time?" Although Ella didn't react, I could see the pain in her eyes. His words hurt more than the actions.

"With Rick and Lori"

"Of course she is." She scoffed, her arms crossed against her chest. "You love leaving her with your mistress don't you... instead of leaving my child with her, why don't you just give her a child, seen as she's so desperate for one and you clearly don't have a problem fucking her."

Fury filled Shane's face. That scowl was awful. His eyes went black, like a demon had taken over his body. He was trying to intimate her and by the way her expression dropped, it was working.

Ella was clearly terrified of this man.

All I knew is he was a bad cheat and said some nasty things, but was it more than that?

"I can leave our daughter with who I see fit. Are you calling me a bad parent now, Ella?" He stepped closer toward her. "What kind of mother are you? Dressed like a slut, drinking so much when you know you've got to look after your daughter tomorrow?Out with him after you let me finger fuck you before you went to see daddy in the hospital. Pathetic whore”.

"That's enough Shane. You need to leave." Before he could get closer, I slid my body inbetween them. Tears filled the corners of her eyes. Was that pain, or fear.. or both.

"Or what? I'm just doing you a favour man, you don't want her, trust me. Did she tell you that she was telling me that she loved me this morning? Or that she let me touch her in the car?" His chest was practically right up against me. My fists bunched together. I was trying so hard to contain my anger right now.

"Yes she did actually." Well she didn't tell me about what he did in the car but I wasn't going to let him know that. That's a conversation for me and Ella to have later. "What I do, and what Ella does is nothing to fuckin do with you. Leave. Now."

He scoffs as his hand drags down his face. "Right. I guess you're in to fucking whores then."

"And I guess you're into fucking using and abusing women. The only whore I see here, is you. So much that you had to fuck your best friends wife.Now what does that say about you Shane? A cheater and an ab-.”

His fist connected with my jaw before I could finish my sentence. Just like I wanted. "Thank you for that" I said before I pulled my arm right back and giving him a punch that sent him tumbling. Good thing about being a baseball player? I had a good arm.

Shane held his bloody face for a second before charging back into me.

This was gonna be fun.

"Stop! Stop! Both of you." Fuck, Ella.

In our argument, I completely forgot that Ella and Princess were witnessing this whole thing.

She tried to get between us but luckily Princess pulled her back. "Ell stay right there, I'll get mercer." Princesses voice was like a whisper between the hits I was giving and receiving.

After a few more hits we were both on the floor, he was on top, punching me.

Ella was screaming for us to stop. I wish I could but he wouldn't back down. I managed to gather all my strength and flip Shane over so I was on top, trying to hold his arms down.

"Fucking stop. Can't you see what this is doing to her!" I shouted in Shane's face. As much as I wanted to punch his face in repeatedly, I couldn't do that to her.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed princess returning with mercer by her side. "I got it from here.'

I carefully got of Shane and moved away before he could do anything. I let mercer deal with Shane. All that mattered right now was Ella.

She was a mess. Tears and makeup staining her beautiful face. Her body was trembling with anxiety. Her birthday shouldn't have ended like this.

I pulled her into my arms, holding her close and pressing soft kisses against her temple as she melted into my chest. "I'm so sorry you had to see that sunshine.. I'm so fuckin sorry. Are you okay?" I cupped her face in my hands, wiping away her tears with my thumbs.

"I'm the one that should be apologising Negan…He's right, you don't wanna be with me." | hated that she was doubting herself riaht now. She didn't realise how wrong she was.

"He's a fuckin idiot Ell... you're unreal, you're beautiful, kind, loving, fun and extremely fuckin talented. I wouldn't want anyone else, doll." Even with her tear stained face she was beautiful. Absolutely perfect in every way.

"You're gonna regret this Negan. Look at my face, you've broken my nose. I'm gonna press chargers, l'm a cop y'know!" Shane shouted from the side as mercer held him back.

I turned to face him, still keeping one of my arms wrapped around Ella's waist. "I mean you could do that, but see them cameras?" | pointed to the multiple security cameras around the bar. "They will show that you hit me first, after squaring up to Ella."

"And l've got the recording too."Princess waved her phone around with a smirk on her face.

"Go home, clean your face up and see your daughter Shane. Ella will pick her up tomorrow." I stepped closer to him but not too close for him to reach me.

"And if you cause her any more stress or harm again, that video that Princess has will go straight to the press.”

Shane did the smart thing. He got into his car and drove away without saying anything else.

“Thank you for your help guys.” I nodded toward Princess and mercer. “I owe you a beer man.”

“No thanks necessary, we were gonna head back to the hotel, do you two need a ride?” Mercer had a very deep tone. Even when he was relaxed he looked scary. But I appreciated the offer. Plus, I never had chance to order an uber.

Before I answered, I had to make sure Ella was okay first and see if she still wanted to come home with me.

“do you still wanna come back to my place? If not I’ll grab a cab and you can ride with these guys?” I didn’t want her to feel pressured to come with me after what happened. Part of me didn’t want to leave her alone but I had to respect what she wanted.

Her thumb caressed across my split eyebrow, causing a small wince to fall from my lips. It didn’t exactly ache, it was more of a sting. “I think I owe it to you to at least be your nurse for the night… some of them cuts are pretty deep.”

Was it wrong that her comment turned me on? Now all I could imagine was her in a sexy nurses outfit walking around my apartment, doing more than just caring to my injuries. Imagine her taking care of my cock which was once again pressing against my jeans with just the image of her.

“Well I guess that’s a yes then” I bought her hand up to my lips, pressing a soft kiss against it.

“We will take that ride thanks man.”

***

The ride home was surprisingly fun. Princess and Mercer make an odd couple but it somehow works. She balances out his upfront ways with her bubbly attitude- someone would say slightly crazy- and I’m pretty sure I even caught a smile from him.

Ella perked up a lot. She was laughing and singing along to the songs that Princess was playing. It was almost as if the previous events didn’t happen.

Once we got back to my place, Ella took no time to boss me around so she could care to my wounds.

We sat on the bathroom counter while she cleaned up the wounds with some alcohol pads and applied a dressing to the ones that needed it.

“You’re good at this, if your singing carer doesn’t work out then you would make one hell of a nurse.” I winced as she cleaned up the last cut that was near my lip.

“Perks of being a vets daughter hey… plus I’m in pre-med. my dad was a veterinarian and although I love animals, I kinda wanted to be a surgeon instead. Nero mainly. I find our brains absolutely fascinating.” she shrugs. “So if singing doesn’t work out, that’s the goal. Maybe I could have both.”

“A singing surgeon. Never heard of one of them.” I let out a deep chuckle and slid off the counter so I could stand in front of her. “Whatever you choice to be. I know you’ll be amazing.”

There was that smile again. Her cheeks blushed slightly- a light pink. “Mind if I wipe this makeup off. I look like a clown from the crying.” A soft laugh came from her.

“You look beautiful…I have some wipes in the top cabinet and some moisturiser too. Feel free to use the shower. I hope that helps, I don’t really have girls around here” I let out an awkward laugh, my hand raking through my hair. I was used to having a house full of women’s products but that was before. When Lucille was… that didn’t matter anymore. I needed a fresh start. Away from everything. “I’ll find a shirt for you to wear too, so you don’t have to sleep in your dress.”

“That helps a lot. Thank you.” Her soft lips pressed against my non bruised cheek. Her body slid down from the counter and she turned away from me. “Could you help me with my zip please?” Her head turned to look at me over her shoulder.

Why was I nervous? I’ve undressed plenty of women before. Usually by pulling their clothes right of, not caring whether I rip a zip or a few buttons. I’m not romantic and sensual. I never have been, not even with Lucille.

I wanted to do this with Ella though. I wanted to be a better man and if she could help me be that person then I would do anything for her.

I slowly zipped her dress down, which went to her lower back revealing a red laced thong. The site of her made me want to rip the dress right down ans bend her over my bathroom work tops and fucked her from behind while she stared at me though the mirror.

I had to chew my inner cheek to stop my intrusive thoughts from taking over. Instead I gave her shoulder a soft kiss and headed toward the door.

“I’ll go find that shirt” I had to get out of there and quick. My heart was pounding so hard it was on the verge of jumping out of my chest.

The time was 1.45am, I figured the best way to try and sober up was food. Pizza to be exact. Luckily, I found a good pizza joint that delivered until 4am on the weekends. I placed a quick order on my phone and headed to my room to find a shirt for Ella.

I found one of my old baseball jerseys and some shorts for her so she’d feel comfortable. I’d much prefer if she was laying there naked but I didn’t want to push any boundaries.

I placed them gently on the end of the bed and changed into some comfortable clothes- A pair of joggers. Maybe no shirt was a bit much but it was the middle of summer and my apartment was like a sun trap in the day which meant the heat stayed all night and day.

Not long after, Ella walked out of my ensuit bathroom with nothing for a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was now down and there wasn’t a trace of makeup left on her skin. I preferred her that way. She was so naturally beautiful. Skin like silk, eyes so bright they were like a work of art.

“Hey sunshine, I’ve got you one of my old jerseys and some shorts, and I’ve ordered pizza. Figured we could soak some of that alcohol up.” I said.

“Pizza sounds absolutely perfect right now.” She let out a relieved sigh before sitting on the edge of my bed and falling back. “Your bed is so comfortable and I’ve not even slept in it yet.” Her giggle sent tingles through my skin.

If only she knew what she was doing to me.

“Well how about you get changed then we can stick some tv on and eat the pizza in bed?” I shifted myself off the bed and stood in front of where she was laying.

She propped herself up against her arms as she looked up at me, “sounds great, as long as I get to pick what we watch… birthday privileges and all that.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly with a smirk.

“Fine, hurry your pretty ass up and change.” I gave her a playful wink as I walked out of the room. I could get used to this. Her little snarky comments, that perfect smile.

I grabbed us some bottles of water from the fridge and some plates ready for the pizza. As I made my way into the room, the door was left open slightly giving me a perfect view of Ella changing. It felt so wrong but so right to be watching her. I couldn’t stop. The perfect shape of her curves and that slight mom pouch, a few light stretch marks spread across her stomach. so incredible. Her breasts perfectly plumped and nipples hard.

A shock was sent through my body like wildfire. I just wanted her close to me, every second of the day.

I shouldn’t be looking.

Once her shirt was fully on I gave the door a little knock acting as if I hadn’t just seen her completely naked for the first time.

“You decent sunshine?” I called out.

Instead of answering, she opened the door herself, standing perfectly infront of me with my old jersey on.

“Suits you” my tongue dragged against my bottom lip as I admired the girl in front of me.

I couldn’t help but imagine our nights together. Shed be regularly walking around in my jersey, waiting for me to come home after a long day of work just needing the warmth from her body against me. I wanted to experience her in every single way.

Ella gave me a little spin, the jersey spread up to her waist slightly, revealing her perfect ass. Not too big but definitely enough to grab onto.

“I think this is gonna be my going out outfit. Pair of heels, a belt around the waist. Sorted.” She smirked as her teasing words fell from her lips. Over my dead body. She looked so fucking hot in that and I did not want to share. She was mine. Hair, body, mind, soul. Mine.

I took a step closer to her, placing the water and plates down on the bed before my hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards me. “See, you could do that” I lent forward so my lips hovered over her ear “but be prepared for me to break the wrist of every fucking guy that dares to talk or even fucking look at you” i pressed a soft kiss below her ear, my hands trailing down to grab a handful of her ass. A small jump and giggle came from her lips, going straight to my already hardened cock. “Then when we get home you’ll be getting a spank right across that perfect little ass of yours for each look or conversation you have with a guy that’s not fucking me.” I swatted my hand gently across her ass cheek, causing her to let out a soft moan.

God I hadn’t even touched her yet and her moans were slipping out.

“Well maybe I —“ she was cut off by the sounds of the door bell going. Fucking pizza. What a cockblock. “Take it that’s the pizza?”

“Yup… I’ll be back .. sit your pretty ass down and get comfortable”

Ella’s

What was he doing to me? First in the bar and now here? Any more dirty talk and I’m going to turn into a water fountain.

After the shower, I was contemplating walking out completely naked or at least accidentally dropping my towel. But maybe that was too much.

Then there was me getting changed. He may have tried to avoid me while I was getting dressed, but I saw him peaking through the mirror. Probably didn’t realise that I could see his every move, hence why I took so long to get ready.

God who was i?

I never let anyone see me naked, especially after having a baby. I very rarely let Shane see me naked.

It’s the alcohol. It must be.

I’m just glad the pizza arrived before I said something to embarrass myself.

I climbed onto one side of the bed and opened one of the bottles of water, taking a long sip in hopes that it miraculously cures my dirty mind.

Negan returned to the bedroom shortly after with the pizza box in hand. All of a sudden I was starving and couldn’t wait to demolish this pizza.

“I hope you’re hungry.” He chuckled as he sat down on the bed with the pizza box, pushing the lid open once he was settled.

“Starving.” Is it possible for pizza to look sexy? Because right now it definitely was.

He grabbed a slice and popped it onto a plate before passing it to me. “Thank you Mr smith.”

“You’re welcome sunshine.”

I bought the pizza up to my mouth taking a big bite. “Oh my god” a moan fell from my lips. I instantly blushed realising what I’d done. How ridiculous of me to fucking moan over pizza!

“Did you just moan over pizza” Negan let out a rubble of laughter before he ate some of his own pizza and mimicked me. “Oh my god”

“stop!” I laughed and swatted his chest playfully. “Im hungry and slightly drunk, leave me alone, if I wanna moan over how good it tastes then I will” I didn’t care if I sounded childish. I was doing to devour that slice of pizza like it was my last meal on earth.

“Slightly drunk?” He teased. It felt so natural to be with him. It was like the rest of the world was gone and it was just me and him in our own bubble.

While we ate our pizza I decided to pick ‘Greys anatomy’ for our show of choice. We laid back, watching the show with a few conversations inbetween that spiralled from Negan’s long list of medical questions.

“Well now I know why you wanna go into Nero surgery. It’s not the brains you want, it’s him isn’t it?” He pointed out to the iconic Derek Shepherd. Obviously he was hot, who doesn’t think Patrick Dempsey is hot. But it was a lot more than that.

I rolled my eyes and put the plate on the bedside table. I was stuffed. I probably ate a lot more than I should have done. “It’s not Just because of Mc dreamy… more his sister.” I smirked with a shrug of my shoulders.

In the later seasons of greys anatomy, we meet the ICONIC ‘Amelia Shepherds’ now, she is the woman I wanna be like. Plus she was a knockout.

“He has a sister? Who’s also a Nero surgeon?” He questioned. I loved that he was taking interest into my favourite show. Shane never did anything like me. It was all gross and too much for him. Don’t get me wrong, there was parts where Negan would squirm but he still watched and wanted to know more.

“4 sisters, all doctors. But as far as we know, Derek and Amelia are the Nero gods.” I felt like a massive geek right now. Was it sad? Maybe a little.

“Interesting.”

We watched the rest of the episode and by the end Negan was filling me with questions about what happened and what happens next. Of course I didn’t spoil it. It just gave me more time to watch it with him. It could be ‘our show’.

“I need to watch more. How the fuck have I never watched this before.” He laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his body.

I leant into his touch. The heat from his body filled me, the scent of his citrus aftershave engulfing me. I was so distracted by analysing the moment that I didn’t realise he’d already put the next episode on. I was just focused on being close to his body.

“Thank you for today.” I said quietly, I felt so relaxed. There was no tension going through my body anymore. It was like he’d lifted all the weight I’ve been carrying over the last few months.

“You don’t need to thank me, sunshine. I just want to make sure you have the best fucking birthday ever.” His hand rubbed gently against my bare skin as he spoke. His lips pressed a soft kiss against my temple.

I could feel my cheeks blushing. He was perfect.

I tilted my head up slightly so I could see him, his bright hazel eyes stared down at me. “Why do you always call me sunshine?” I was curious about the nickname he’d chosen for me. I liked it but I wanted to know where it came from. Was it something I said?

“Because the day I saw you driving in your PJs, they had sunshine’s on. And I just thought that’s what you are, you’re a ray of fucking sunshine El, you brightened up my day for sure. And even when you’ve got all your own shit going on, you still try and remain positive… so yeah. I think sunshine goes.”

What a perfect answer. The second time I’d ever met Negan, I was on my way home from Shane’s place after Hazel hadn’t settled for ages. I was so exhausted that I’d ended up just staying at Shane’s and the next day on my way home, I ran into Negan outside the diner.

His eyes drifted to my lips. In the time he was talking, the proximity between us got closer. Our lips very nearly touching. If he didn’t do something now I was going to fall apart. I needed him. Emotionally, mentally and especially physically.

Goosebumps covered my skin as his lips came crashing into mine. Hot and steamy but full of passion. It was everything I needed and more.

His hand grasped the back of my neck, holding me closer to his lips. A shock of electric sparked through my body, straight to my core. Dispute the AC being on, my body was hot against his.

Our kiss deepened with every second, I propped my leg over his body, dragging myself to straddle him.

His hands moved down to my hips, grasping onto my love handles. My hands running through his hair as his tongue slips between my lips, gaining access that I instantly allowed.

I couldn’t help myself. I needed more. My hips gently moved against his groin, I could feel him against me. Hard as a rock. that only made me want to do this more.

My thighs clenched as his hips slightly bucked up against mine. I felt like a horny teenager wanting more but to afraid to try anything.

My lips brushed past his lips and along his strong jawline until I reached his neck. Planting soft kisses down the side, nipping against his skin from time to time. His soft moans was like music to my ears. Knowing that he was enjoying this only made me want to please him more.

The brush of his hardened clothed cock brushed against my panties. My nipples beaded into hard, aching points. My clit throbbing, begging for more tension. I needed this. I need more of him. All of him.

His hands grasped my side, forcing myself to body to still against his. I lifted my head to look at them. His big hazel eyes, burning into my skin with desire.

“Remember what I told you I was gonna fucking do to you in that bar?” Even his words trapped me. Was it possible to orgasm just from words? From the thoughts of what he wanted to do to me? What I wanted him to do to me?

In the bar he told me he would bend me over and fuck me till I couldn’t walk. Right now, That was fine by me.

“Do you?” I nodded. His tone had a slight warning to it. He wanted me to answer. Honestly? All I wanted him to do was follow through with it. His hand slid under my jersey, sending tingles through my body, he pinched my nipple causing my body to jolt into his touch, a moan falling from my lips. “Use your words baby.”

“Fuck Negan, yes, yes I remember.. please, just do it.” I didn’t care if I sounded pathetic right now. If I didn’t have him inside me, I don’t think I would have coped for much longer.

His lips captured mine once again, his teeth gently tugging at my bottom lip before he flipped us around so I was laying flat on my back. His kisses trailed down my neck, his hand pulling the jersey up. Our lips parted while he pulled the shirt from my body. I was in nothing but the red laced panties and I was actually comfortable with him seeing my body.

My stretch marks, my scars. Everything that showed my biggest insecurity’s.

His mouth hovered over my breasts, flicking his tongue around one of my nipples while he twisted his fingers around my other. My moans surrounded the air around us. I could feel the slick wetness between my thighs, begging to be touched. His lips trailed down my body, his hands gently rubbing across the light marks that coated my lower abdomen, caused by the ability of carrying a child.

“So, so, fucking beautiful.” He pressed a soft kiss along the marks. The cage of butterflies in my stomach bust at the seams. His trail of kisses continued till he reached the waist pant of my panties. He hooked his fingers around them and pulled them from my legs while kissing the inside of my thighs.

Without warning his lips went straight to my soaking core. Alternating between gentle licks and hard pulling against my pussy. The flick of his tongue against my clit sent trembles down my legs.

My hand gripped in his hair while he engulfed every inch of me, my moans spreading around the room like wildfire.

It felt so different but so good.

His fingers brushed against my folds, ever so gently until his fingers entered me, thrusting in and out gently to start. His tongue still flicking and sucking my clit.

I could feel my arousal dripping down his hand as his speed increased and my orgasm built up in the bottom of my stomach. “Negan please.. don’t.. god, don’t stop” I was a mess. A horny dripping mess. Two weeks of knowing the guy and I was already ready to drop everything for him.

His fingers curled upward, hitting the perfect spot causing my legs so shake as my orgasm hit. “Negan..” my cry’s increased as he devoured my pussy. His head tilted up to look at me.

“I’m not fucking done yet Doll, never interrupt a man whilst he’s eating.” He took a long lick against my clit. He kept continuing to slide his fingers inside of me and soon replaced it with his tongue, collecting every last inch of me.

“Fuck you taste so sweet.” He lifted himself up slightly and sucked my juices from his fingers. His lips captured mine, the after taste of my orgasm still coated his lips. “Taste yourself on my lips baby… so sweet”

My hands trailed down his body, eagerly pulling at his waist band. I needed him in me. He helped me pull his sweatpants down, releasing his cock. It was one of.. no, the biggest dick I’ve seen in my life. Not only was it long, it was thick too, pre cum already glistening against the tip. It actually kinda scared me. I was definitely going to need to prepare for this. My hand wrapped around him, gently pulling up and down, his moans filled my body.

“You think you can take it doll?” His words were soft. I nodded slightly, biting down on my bottom lip as his sparking eyes locked on mine, his mouth slightly parted as moans came out.

“I need it Negan.. please just give it to me.” Without hesitation he pushed my hand from his cock and lined himself up. Sliding it up and down my folds.

“Look at you, fucking soaking for me again after I just licked all your fucking juices up.” The mix of sweetness and dominance from him was perfect. He knew how to treat me like a princess and fuck me like a whore.

He slowly entered me, the tip pushing in and out allowing my body to adjust to his size. “Is that okay baby?”

“More.. please just take me” I didn’t have to ask him twice, he slowly thrusted into me until he hit resistance. A cry fell from my lips as he started thrusting into and out of me, slowly but deep, picking up the pace each time.

He pulled out leaving only the tip inside me. I pouted up at him, slightly annoyed that he’s stopped fucking me. My pussy was aching for more. My body needed him inside of me. “Why are you st—- oh fuck” my eyes rolled back ones his cock roughly pushed inside me without warning. He repeated the motion a few more times sending waves of shock through my legs. My aching clit throbbing.

“Why what baby girl. You’re so fucking needy for my cock aren’t you. Such a good girl.” I could listen to him dirty talk all day. I would probably cum just from his words.

The sounds of our moans mixed together. It was perfect. I could already feel another orgasm begging to be released. “So fucking tight, such a pretty pussy. This was made for me… you hear that?” He grabbed my chin with one hand. Forcing me to look at him. “This pussy is mine. Your body is mine. You’re mine. Any other man try’s to touch you, I will destroy them… wouldn’t want blood on your hands now would you doll?” There was something about his possessiveness that drew me in. He made me feel protected and secure about everything. He made me belive that I was the only girl in his life. The only one he wants.

“I’m yours Negan. Every part of me… and you’re mine…” my comment was more of a question than a statement. Although I believed it was just us two, I needed reassurance.

His thrusts slowed down. We were no longer having hot steamy sex. This was real. This was romantic.

“I’m all yours sunshine. Mind, body, soul. Yours.” His lips captured mine, soft and sweet. His thumb gently rubbing against my cheek. Soft moans escaping my lips, I was about to cum and by the way he slowly picked up the past, he knew it.

His fingers circled my clit ever so gently. The tension in my stomach squeezed together. “Negan… I need to cum.”

“That’s it baby, fucking cum on my cock.” His words were the tip of the iceberg. My pussy clenched around his cock as I came all over him. Harder than I ever had before.

“Oh … my .. god.” My back arched as he continued to thrust with the same pace. I could tell he was close. The way his moans increased, the way he bit into his bottom lip and the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of me.

“Fuck I’m gonn— are you on birth control.” Fuck we hadn’t used protection. My one rule, new relationships, one night stand, condom at all times. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even consider to ask.

Luckily I started my birth control back up last week so I was hopefully okay in that department.

“Yes.. yeah.” I could feel another orgasm about to rupture, the grunts were louder as our body’s got to our height. After a few more hard thrusts our orgasms both hit us. I could feel his seed filling me. His grunts softened, my arms wrapped around his neck, loosening as we came down from our high.

He slowly pulled his body from mine and laid flat on his back. My legs still trembling from the aftermath.

“Wow.” I was lost for words, that was the most mind blowing sex I’ve had in my whole life.

Sex with Shane and sex with Negan was completely different. He was soft but also dominant, he made sure I was okay, that I was comfortable with his actions. It was intimate. Shane on the other hand, it was just a sex, something so he could get his release. I was there to please him and that’s it.

“Was that okay?” Okay? Okay was an understatement.

He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to his body. He planted soft kisses against my shoulder, sweet and innocent. Butterflies fluttered around my stomach, threatening to burst out of me.

“It was perfect… couldn’t have been better.” I turned my head to look at him. I wished I could stay in his arms forever but unfortunately my body had other plans, needing to break from his warmth. “I wish I could stay like this forever but I should go clean myself up.” I let out an awkward laugh and gave him a quick kiss before I slid off his bed and made my way to his bathroom. I could feel his eyes staring into my skin.

Once I finished in the bathroom, I walked out and grabbed his jersey from the floor, throwing it back over my body.

“I was enjoying the view.” Negan smirked, he’d put his boxers back on in the time I was in the bathroom answering was laying on top of the blankets.

I climbed onto the bed and cuddled into his chest. “Well you can enjoy the view another time. I’m tired and I have a lot..” a yawn fell from my lips. I was definitely more tired than I thought. Not just mentally but physically. “- of mom responsibility to do in the morning and schoo—“

———

I woke up the next morning dazed in my own world. My head had a slight throb, my eyes stinging as i tried to adjust to the lights. Once my eyes fully opened I tried to gather my surroundings. The black bedsheets that surrounded me weren’t my white and cherry printed ones. The floor to ceiling windows on the far right corner were nothing like my bedroom.

I took a minute to retrace my day.

Dinner with Negan. Surprise party at demimonde. Shane showing up. The fight. Negan’s home. Hot intimacy.

I must have fallen asleep without saying good night. After our time together last night I was exhausted. I didn’t realise I was that exhausted. Negan must have pulled the covers over me when I passed out.

The space in the bed next to me was empty. Did he sleep else where?

My eyes shifted to his night stand where there was a note, a bottle of water and some aspirin. I shifted into a seating position and grabbed the note, “morning sunshine, I’ve gone to grab the car and run an errand. Take the aspirin, make yourself at home. ~ N”

My heart melted. Even without him being here when I woke up he made sure I was okay to start the day.

After I’d taken the aspirin and water. I decided to have a wonder around Negan’s home. It was a beautiful apartment, floor to ceiling windows which had amazing views of the private sanded area near the lake, curtains that draped down the sides, panelling around the whole open plan living room. The sun light flooded the room giving the white and black walls a golden shimmer. It was so clean and put together that it almost looked like a show home. If it wasn’t for the random pictures scattered about, I would have thought this place was a pop up for ikea.

I decided to make myself an iced coffee before exploring more. I found myself looking at a shelf that had books, games and what looked like photo albums. I pulled one of the shelf which was covered in a white lace backing.

Sitting down on the couch I flicked over to see a beautiful women, long dirty blonde, green eyes which sparkled as the light hit them. She looked around 18, no older than 20. My eyes drifted to her white silk gown. Confusion and curiosity flooded my mind. I flicked the next page to see another photo of her. This time in a wedding dress and a vail.

“Who is this?” I mumbled to myself. Why did Negan have a photo album of a woman in a wedding dress? The quality of the photos were pretty good so I couldn’t imagine it being his mother? Sister maybe? But then again they looked nothing alike. Was she adopted?

My bitter thoughts got the best of me. My heart pounding in my chest as I took a look at the picture next to it. It was Negan and the mystery women. They were Getting married.

Negan was married.

I just had sex with a married man. I couldn’t help but flick through the rest of the photos. Photo, after photo of them together. On a beach, in a pool, in bed, dancing. My mind raced, my headache from earlier returned, my stomach turned.

The front door unlocked. Fuck, was that her? How was I going to explain everything? a random women sat on his couch with no panties and just a jersey on, his jersey. Sat here flicking through her wedding album like I haven’t just fucked her husband.

The best thing for me to do right now was run and hide, but my body wouldn’t move from my seat on the couch.

My heart pounded as I waited for someone to walk through the door. My arms shaking. I couldn’t breathe.

Then Negan walked in with 2 bags and a small gift bag. Making his way over to me with a big smile on his face “Morning baby, how’re you—“ his smile dropped once he saw what was in my hands. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I was relieved it was him and not his wife but still. How could he do this to me? Not just me but the beautiful women in the photos.

“You’re married.” My eyes didn’t drift from the photo in front of me. I could feel tears building up in the corners of my eyes. He knew everything that happened with Shane, yet he still chose to have an affair with me. Claiming that I was the only girl who would ever have him.

He placed the bags on the coffee table before he spoke up.

“Yes..” I didn’t know what I expected. But I didn’t expect him to just openly admit to it. I think deep down I wanted him to tell me she cheated on them and they’re divorced but he took a while to move on or something. Not just an open ‘yes’.

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Hand on heart ( Jake seresin x Singlemom!reader ) chapter 5

Summary : Girls night is in full swing and girls do wanna have fun ..only the guys to show up when a feeling of jealousy rises in hangman but hey he get to take her home in the end ... just not the way he wanted .

warning : girls night , few creep , jealous jake but also soft jake , drunk reader, goofy fun ,

Previous part

Buzzing in her ears , music thumping body flowing with the rhythm of the music  being her age for that moment and not someone older for once not that she minded she loved being a mom , she love working but these rare moment she could let her hair down were indeed a treat .   alcohol making everything a lighter , little loose to the point she didn’t much mind the bodies bumpy along on the dancefloor each person enjoying the music  and the night of carefree fun .  nat was ecstatic having someone she could enjoy her night with , another female around given it was very few females stationed in top gun seems the navy was still a little in the past.  The two nodding to the bar , laughing and giggling at fact of the same thought as she check her phone  the group chat  asking if they were ok like they weren’t two grown women mainly for jake with was surprising she didn’t peg him as the protective type. 

“ so eye on anyone?” nat panted searching out for the bar tender. 

“ nah i wanna enjoy night plus i like my bed alone “ she snorted shaking her head. 

“ nah not here i mean in general , i mean milf like you crawling with offers and  i’m sure you could have your pick of anyone “  she smiled brightly  although she seemed to be picking up something and maybe phishing to see it anything was possible . 

“ oh nah i mean the guys are hot don’t get me wrong just hard to date with toddler and still settling into our life here” peach shrugged turning to see the bar tender smiling a little more between the two . 

“ what can  i get you two  … let me guess hardcore ?” he winked,  eyes raking over her frame . 

“ two vodka’s and redbull please we’ll need the energy “ she batted her lashes ,coy smirk on her lips . 

“ coming up and it’s on me” he strolled off a little swagger in his step . 

“ see milf “ nat laughed . 

“ hey little flirting ain’t off the table “ . 

“ you and bagman seem close” 

“ me and jake just get along is all probably remind him of home ain’t nothing to it plus he doesn’t do the single mom thing”  she rolled her eyes . 

“ he doesn’t do alot of things he is lately “ nat muttered luckily with the music was loud . “ if he did ?” . 

“ well i still wouldn’t he maybe gorgeous but it’s too messy dealing with playboys  which i can see he is  ,i like having him as a friend   less complicated and  no one get hurt” she smiled  not so convincingly, jake seresin was a charmer  , good looking and .. ok she totally would but she could rightfully it was too messy and belle liked him too , she could see he wasn’t the settle down type and she thats type she wanted . someone who could understand her time wasn’t hers or that she would prefer majority of the time to be home with belle or at home reading , watching movies. Yes she was enjoying being out but she like her own time too .

“ your drinks ladies “ the bar tender stood flashing a flirty grin  barely looking nat’s way when he was handing her drink . 

“ thank you kindly sugar” she called as he slid over napkin she could see his number on it as he shot her another wink before leaving.  

“ i think you might be wrong “ nat nodded typing away into her phone  . “ but hey if bringing you out gets us free drinks i’m paying amelia ever weekend “ she laughed  , secret testing her theory  or experiment of sorts.

He thought maybe taking to a pretty girl would help something he could work out of his system the way he  knew how , yet no matter what chloe or was it charlie  talking to  him all he could think of was peach . the way she look out of this world then he was thinking of how she always looked out of this world . her smile made him smile  , how even thought  there was so many to get used to she still made sure to include everyone,  what was happening to him was he sick or dying something had to be a going on maybe she was a witch he heard they seemed to be popular  lately  something like in practical magic. 

“ nat says their having fun peach  and her is getting lots of free drinks  and  few guys are   eyeing peach up “ bob chuckled reading out the message he was told in a separate message. 

“ you think we should go i mean what if someones lurking  and could be unsafe.. Just  to be you know safe” he knew he was fucked when he found  himself agreeing with rooster but   he couldn’t let him know that or that he was listening in the first place but he did say good bye to chloe or charlie . 

“ sorry darling i gotta go  maybe another night  looks like my friend needs me” he nodded towards a concerned looking rooster . 

“ promise?” she purred .

“ yeah good , see ya “ he  turned  looking, crossing his arms  . “ Bradshaw what you pouty for now”  play it cool he kept telling himself , pretend You know nothing seresin . 

“ the girls say guys are all over them and these  don’t think it causes concern  “ Bradley glared at the men around him . 

“ They are having good time and getting free drinks not being hounded or harassed” bob clarified watching the blondes reaction . 

“ that could be spiked we don’t know that  “ bradley quipped  hoping it was getting through to someone he just didn’t think it would be hangman . 

“ well then we can check it out plus bit dead around here” jake shrugged , again trying to play it cool . 

“ what about charlene?” javy eying his best friend up as nat wasn’t the only one catching things . 

“ been there , done it come on might be fresh meat there and we can make sure girls are ok “ he shrugged  nonchalantly.

“ guess we're going either way “ he shook his head  , hiding the little smile as Bob was currently typing away into his phone with a similar one on his face.  

Two girls on other hand were increasingly becoming popular to the men of the club and one caught nats eye dancing  while she was the wing woman this time which was slightly ironic but she was being friendly but not overly friendly giving the dude was a bit .. much ,  a gym bro who constantly bragged about stuff she had no idea where a thing .   telling her how she could benefit from being in the gym was were she was getting more pissed at . 

“ oh i would be very hard to bring a baby to the gym “ she smiled  sweetly only for his face to contort in confusion . 

“ do you like baby sit or something ?” he asked almost hopefully for a yes , she could see nat eying the man  already . 

“ no made this one myself “ she shrugged only to see the guy give her a look and then turn to his friend. 

“ dude there moms let’s bounce”  not subtle or quiet in his wording to the point and ready to run . 

“ and ? what’s that got to do with them as a person “ his friend jeff or  justin she barely notice but she couldn’t help shoot nat a wink . 

“ i’m going , enjoy another man’s baggage “ he scoffed as she glared . 

“ enjoy you reps and palms because only action your going to get” she called only for him to turn back only his face no longer confident as it once was . whatever was ready to come out of his mouth well it was gone faster than he was . only for her to turn and see the guys standing there  like her own squad of body guard .  the drunken cheer that came from her lips as she threw her arms around the closet which was bob who was blushing profusely . “ hey guys “ she giggled . “ lets dance” she laughed pulling them leaving nat to her new friend .  

Was this some form torture why it had to be watching her dancing it up body moving with the music like the two were one , with everyone even when she was dancing with him , it felt hotter in the club the sway of her hips her hand on his chest  losing himself in a little fantasy think  this was them together in a situation more than just a friendly term , his hand falling to her hips and letting himself get lost in her aura , lost in the world he was trying so hard to  ignore , those feeling he was spending day to day to try and build . then the song ended and he was pulled to reality when  they headed over to the group as nat waved her goodbyes hand in hand with her new friend.  Peach and bradley  decided to play some game that made no sense to anyone but the two .  he hated this feeling that was burning inside him anywhere she went she had eyes on her , eyes hungrily devouring her with each breathe she took .  he jaw clenched and his hand gripped his drink to point javy 

couldn’t help laugh . 

“ you know green really is your color man “ he stood at Jake's side watching her head to the bar and now it was the bartender  shooting her winks and flirty smiles as her head fell back laughing at whatever was so funny.  “ shit you’re really jealous huh ?” He patted his shoulder. 

“ should quit drinking man, starting to spew some nonsense right now” he shook his head yet his grip didn’t ease . 

“ the look you were giving bradshaw  if they could kill we would be planning his funeral” he snorted . “ where is she going ?”he said both men watching  her demeanor change and head out the front door . 

“ i’ll go see she ok “ jake stood handing javy his drink ignoring  the shit eating grin on his best friends face  as he followed after. 

It seemed she may of over done it one minute she was sitting chatting with the nice man then next she felt her stomach twisting and turning and her skin getting incredibly hot.   All the drinks hitting at once and her steps unsteady , when the night air hit it was best and worse decision she made it skin cooler  but she felt worse  , her vision was uneven but of course she could recognise the blonde blob that was instantly at her side . 

“ you ok orange?” his own voice slurred realising he may of drank more than he thought . 

“ i don’t feel so good jenga “ she  mused her cute little face scrunched up  and hiccup to follow. 

“ lets get you home ok “ he smiled pulling out his phone and texting javy as he already order the uber feeling her sway at his side hold his arm for support only for javy to come out with her bag and jacket  slight worried look on his face. 

“ i blame roo on this “ she yawned making both men chuckle .  “ did you do the game with him too “ she asked looking up . 

“ nah he was too busy drowning his sorrows peach “javy chuckled .

“ your sad … why are you sad “  her pout and big eyes looking up , cheeks flushed from the alcohol in her system  and the wobble of her lip as jake soon was glaring at javy. 

“ i’m joking he’s not sad”  javy winced .

“ that not a nice joke “ she sniffled .

“ i’m sorry peach i’ll buy you  breakfast tomorrow “ he smiled hugging her as the uber pulled up. 

“ c’mon darling lets get you home “  jake linked his arm in her and led them to the car. 

 She talked nonsensically the whole time but yet it was his favourite sound listening to the stories mixing into one another  and yet he hadn’t the heart to correct her.  Then it was silence and a weight on his shoulder .  her lift parted  , eyelashes  fanning her cheek and the snores falling out of her mouth .  so lost  it was like no time at all  , the way his heart beat ,  the way she entrapped all his sense , he knew he was a goner but shit this was different than some crush or attraction.   It wasn’t until the driver told them  , they arrived at the destination . he wordless took her out of the car carrying her the front door knowing they were in her jacket she woke momentarily to hand him the keys , carrying her in through the house  before setting her on the bed . sitting up slowly she pulled the dress off of her body as he felt the blood all drain down south .  standing unsure she grab a sleep shirt as he rushed into the bathroom . grabbing the make up wipe or least what they said on the package . 

“ let get this off you darling “ he smiled wiping her face with light soft strokes on his face, thanking god that he had sisters to know how to do all this. Then he headed back with face creams applying them just as gently . as he went to move  only for a tug on his shirt looking down  , the way she was looking up at him melt. 

“ stay .. in the guest room” she yawned nuzzling into her blanket , a nod to her although pointless as she began snoring once more. Walking down the hall as he found the guest room and of course like the way she decorated the rest of her home it was homely and cosy a slice of home  , he walked to the kitchen grabbing himself a drink of water while bringing her one two alone with some pain killers placing them on the bedside table . 

“ g’night darling “ he called before turning in for the night . “ i’m so fucked “ he groaned heading down the hallway. 

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"Wrap Me Tight" — a Suptober ficlet

Day 17: Wings

Summary:

Dean finds a way, finally, to sleep well.

It’s one of those lazy afternoons. The type Castiel never thought he’d get to experience. He’d heard about them, sure, from the humans; apparently they were very protective over their lazy afternoons, their time spent doing nothing. Castiel had always thought it sounded boring; why would you want to do simply nothing? He had passed entire centuries doing very little, but they’d always moved swiftly, and he’d never quite wanted them to slow down.

Now, though, in the bunker with Dean – Cas understands the appeal.

In between hunts, in between fighting big bads, there are the soft days. The slow ones. Castiel forced himself, at first, to pass them with Dean; to stay, rather than flit off to some far corner, checking for news, omens.

And then he’d found that he quite liked them.

They’re better than the nights. In the afternoons, the lights remain on, there are things to do. They watch movies, or read, or just talk. He loves to hear Dean’s voice, loves what he has to say.

When evening comes, Dean grows cagey. Castiel knows that now that most of the dangers of his life have passed, though something always looms on the horizon, Dean’s having nightmares. He can’t hide it; Castiel can hear him wake up screaming, can see the sweat on his brow in the mornings, and those are the nights when Dean doesn’t allow him into his bedroom. The nights Dean can feel a nightmare coming on.

Castiel hopes this isn’t one of those nights.

It’s raining outside; Cas knows this because he’s coming back from the store, where he picked up drinks and food. When he returns to the bunker, Dean’s in the kitchen, whistling and cleaning. He turns as he hears Castiel approach.

“You get the pie?” he asks, always strangely suspicious that Cas would forget.

Cas holds up the bag. “Of course, Dean,” he replies. “I got several flavors. I didn’t know which you’d prefer.”

He sets it down on the counter and Dean comes over to him. He cups Cas’s cheeks in his hands and says, seriously, “Never change. I ever tell you that? I mean it.” He kisses him lightly before pulling the food from the bag, examining Castiel’s choices.

“Is Sam still not back?” Cas asks.

“Nope, he called a little while ago, said he’d be another night,” Dean replies easily as he takes the meat to the fridge. He casts Cas a backward glance. “Guess it’s just you and me.”

Castiel smiles at that. “We’ll have to make do.”

The afternoon slides by like that. Dean eats a few pieces of one of the pies and drinks a beer; Castiel drinks two bottles of vodka and just begins to feel the tendrils of tipsiness. Dean drags him to the living room and puts a movie on, stretches, and Castiel knows this routine. The one where Dean hems and haws and acts like he doesn’t want to lay in Cas’s lap, but he always ends up there. So Castiel cuts it short; he gestures to his lap, says, “C’mon.”

“If you insist.” Dean lays down on the couch, his legs so long that they kick up onto the opposite armrest, and his head comes to rest in Cas’s lap. Cas brings his fingers to play with Dean’s hair like he knows Dean likes. If Dean can slip into sleep now, he might get some real rest. The bags beneath his eyes, his heavy movements – these might fade. However, he knows that even in naps, even during the daytime, Dean often wakes up screaming.

The movie continues and he feels Dean relax slowly. His own eyelids begin to droop, though he is an angel, he is not truly falling into sleep – it’s more like his body (his vessel – he needs to stop referring to it as his body) is slipping into a calm, relaxed state alongside Dean’s.

He doesn’t realize he’s done it until Dean jumps, looking around wildly. “What the fuck–”

“What, Dean?” Castiel looks around them but there’s nothing there.

“Something – fucking – touched me–” Dean’s sitting up straight now and he touches his hand to his waist, frowning down at it.

Castiel pauses, realization dawning on him, and he doesn’t say anything for a moment. He’s not sure how Dean will take it.

But Dean knows him by now, knows him well enough that he narrows his eyes at him. “Cas,” he says, warning.

“It was, uh, me,” Castiel admits carefully. Dean has taken fairly well to some of his other angelic aspects, but Cas isn’t quite sure about this.

“You?” Dean raises his eyebrows. “How, you got another hand I don’t know about?”

“Not a hand.” Castiel watches him, waits for him to realize.

And he does – pretty quickly, too. Dean’s raised eyebrows go even higher, more curious. “Your wings? Touched me?”

“I’m afraid so.” He hadn’t meant to do it, truly. It was an angelic impulse, he supposes – the desire to embrace Dean with more than just his hands, his arms.

“Didn’t know they could uh, break the fourth wall like that,” Dean says, and he seems half-amused, half… is he scared?

“Typically no. But I… I lost focus. I apologize, Dean, I didn’t mean to.” Shame, a frustratingly human emotion, floods him.

Dean frowns. “No, no, man, it’s…” He breathes a laugh. “I mean. It’s just weird, I didn’t know that was, uh, something that was… possible.”

“It’s likely never happened before,” Castiel allows. “I doubt any other angel has ever allowed themselves to be so relaxed in the presence of a human.”

“Aw, Cas, you sayin’ I make you comfortable? You go all gooey and forget your form?” Dean jokes with a smirk.

“In a sense.”

Dean leans forward and kisses him. “It’s okay, Cas. I get it. You’re a celestial being crammed into a body. If anything, I’m honored.”

Dean relaxes back against him, lying with his head in Cas’s lap again, and Cas allows his wings to spread out. The movie continues to play but neither is paying attention to it.

Dean can surely hear the flutter of his wings, and Castiel wraps them around him, tentatively at first. The way he can feel Dean beneath his hands and wings is entirely different; the last time, in fact, he held Dean like this was in the depths of Hell. He had wrapped him in his wings and soared upward, the man’s body safe against Castiel’s chest.

Now years have passed. Slow, human years. So many things have happened and Castiel is able to touch Dean now without shame. He was once told that the touch of Dean corrupted him, that he had been lost the moment he’d laid a hand – a wing – upon his skin. But Castiel knows this isn’t the case.

He feels the moment Dean slips out of wakefulness and into sleep, and Castiel wraps his wings more tightly around him. He can hear the rustle of feathers and he allows his own head to fall back against the back of the couch, his own eyes to fall shut. He isn’t the one being held, and yet he too can feel the calm, the warmth of it.

It’s morning when Dean wakes. Twelve hours of sleep have gone by with no dreams whatsoever; he rolls over, groggy, stiff from the couch cushions, and rubs his eyes. Castiel smiles down at him, looking as if he too is coming from sleep. “Good morning, Dean,” he says. “How’d you sleep?”

And Dean takes a moment to assess, to smile, before he says, “Like a fuckin’ baby.”

[oolhan]

Too Many Beds (Part 3)

wow, okay so I had been inactive for awhile (by inactive, I mean just scrolling through and reblogging all sort of everlark stuff). But surprise! We're now on part 3 of this reversed-trope au. Another surprise: I'm adding another chapter because I couldn't wait too long to share the first part of part 3. You can read part 1 and part 2. Without further ado, first scene of part 3:

Travel journals that have to-do lists prior to the travel itself tends to be on the idealistic side, like cruising for 7 days in a Mediterranean island or bumping into a famous celebrity. Katniss knows this for sure, so when she made a bucket list to check off for their European trip, she notes the most mundane things she wants to do. Realistic things that can easily be checked off.

Wishing longevity in front of Sagrada Familia (With Peeta)

See a street flamenco dance (With Peeta)

Collect post cards and stamps (Send to Prim’s apt)

She wrote the list with Peeta two days before they depart for Madrid, and looking at her journal now, she’s pissed off how every to-do had ‘with Peeta’ beside it. She’s also pissed off at how she can’t enjoy tasting an authentic Italian pizza in front of her because written on her journal is: True Italian pizza with Peeta.

And she’s barely eating it with Peeta.

He’s sat at the right end of the long table conversing with Madge across him while she’s beside Johanna on the left end, not obviously far from him.

Finnick and Annie decided to have a small dinner party at a fancier restaurant near the bridge where they were engaged and though Katniss can barely keep it together, she knows she must appear happy and excited and tries very hard not to give away a signature scowl. After almost ruining Peeta’s moment in capturing the proposal photo, she decided not to talk to him for the night and tag along with the others.

She glued herself to Johanna to signal him she doesn’t want to talk about it. For now.

So Peeta talks with Madge.

The pizza is really good, actually. It’s worth the price and all, yet it feels sand on her tongue as she thinks about the loaded question he shot her with before Finnick knelt on one knee.

Is it really about them sleeping? Is that why she feels miserable since yesterday? But they just slept together again last night, so…

She thinks it is the sleeping, but she can never admit that.

But why can’t she just admit it?

She lets an exasperated sigh and downs her beer even though she prefers champagne right now, or maybe something with vodka. She just doesn’t like to upset the accommodating old local waiter who insists on serving the pizza with beer.

“Okay brainless, after dinner you really have to spit it out,” Jo whispers beside her after calling for another beer.

“Spit what out?”

“I heard you arguing with Peeta a while ago and you suddenly made me your favorite person in the world to cling to. I bet Gale’s ass cheeks it’s something to do with Madge,” Jo’s smirk is taunting, and Katniss starts to cringe at how someone actually overheard them.

Not like they’re yelling.

“Well, we sorta bet. I bet 20 it’s something about you two sleeping,” Gale interrupts, leaning over Johanna’s shoulder and swinging a glass.

“You’re ridiculous. I don’t want to talk about this right now,” She thanks the waiter and quickly downs her second bottle for the night. She really wants something stronger than shitty Italian beer. She’s in Italy for god’s sake, why isn’t she devouring wine right now?

“Okay, just tell me if it’s Frenchie or cuddling,”

“you’re both sick.” Katniss spat.

They suddenly turned their heads as Finnick clears his throat and gather everyone’s attention. He was at the head of the table, left hand clinging to Annie’s.

“So, uh,” he turns to Annie for confirmation. “So, you whole lot luck out, I guess. We-uhm, wow, okay I’ll leave it to Annie.” He chuckles nervously.

Annie laughs, “Well, since most of our best friends are present here at this very table, Finnick and I decided to have an intimate wedding in Greece.”

There are surprise gasps and girly shrieks. Congratulations and questions thrown. Despite Katniss’ mood, she smiles at her friends’ sudden news.

“Since we’re in this trip together and Greece is our next stop, then why not make it official in front of you guys?” Finnick’s smile will tear his face in half.

“Yes, and gramma Mags also lives in Lindos right now, so we’re sending her a message to prepare,” Annie confirms, nodding to Finnick and the rest of the group.

Delly and Madge can’t contain their excitement and babble on about wedding matters of what to wear and what colors match the Greek Isles and what food to eat.

“Oh! Oh! Let’s go shopping for dresses before we leave,”

“Cinna has a designer friend here in Venice, I think—”

“Ladies! I think we should all toast first before diving into details,” Johanna stands up, beer in hand ready for toasting.

“To Finnick and Annie, may you always pleasure yourselves quietly through all your nights, because I’m one more Annie’s moan away from putting a gun in my mouth,” Johanna teases and gets exasperated sighs from everybody. Katniss tried not to snort.

“Jesus, Jo,” Finnick chuckles through.

“She’s not allowed to toast at our wedding,” Annie playfully spats.

Gale stands helping Jo out. “What she meant to say was, to Finnick and Annie, whose knots are tied even before time began and lives crossed. We all knew this day would come, so just be in love forever and,” Gale can’t help it and glances at Katniss, whom he knows every scowl by heart. He knows what’s been going on.  “Here’s to a lifetime of open hearts and honest confessions! Cheers!”

Katniss gulps from the implication and glares at them both.

“Hear, hear,” says Thom, the sound of clinking glasses resonates merrily through the table.

“To honest confessions,” she hears Peeta repeats at the end of his table which made her slide her eyes to him, only to find he’s staring right through her.

She pulls her eyes away from the tension and downs her beer.

Still shitty.

anddd read the rest of it here on ao3. See you for part 4😉

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◇OCs, born from us, are a reflection of our personalities—only differing in physical appearance, which I feel adds an extra layer of realism to fictional characters. Our only differences are hair and eye color, lol. Oh! And the obvious fact that we’re not 17.

And just like how I look, I’m older than my love—I’m just pocket-sized for their comfort and easy transport. Though I do love wearing heels or platform shoes since I barely crack 5 feet tall. We’re a young couple who, since that October a few years back, haven’t let go of each other.

About us: We have tons in common, like how we’re both deeply tied to art—painting, illustration, music, design (the latter being the foundation of our careers and jobs). We like ALMOST the same music (the only overlap is Michael Jackson, lol). Okay, fine—I have zero filter when it comes to music; I’ll listen to anything anytime. But my all-time favorite artist is MJ. No one dethrones the King! I’m also obsessed with opera and orchestras. Ever since I was a teen, I’ve read, listened to, and loved The Phantom of the Opera with my whole heart. From there, I fell for musicals, theater, and grand opera houses.

Oh! And it’s 100% true that my love adores reptiles and arachnids (along with any exotic insect). Meanwhile, there’s me—if I spot a tiny spider in the corner, I’m out. I’m more of a dog person, and as a kid, I loved riding full-grown horses at fairs.

We’re total opposites on animals: I’m the ranch-type who’d take a cow named Hortencia out for sunshine, while my love would be hyper-focused on making sure Chocolate the snake’s heat lamp is perfectly positioned—because heaven forbid that reptile gets even 1% less warmth—before lovingly storing their favorite guitar in its favorite case.

Then again, since we live in a mountain-ringed city, I guess we’re a gothic-ranch couple.

I’m the astrology nut who loves saying ‘Classic Capricorn’—because my love is so Capricorn, while I cry over everything (yes, I’m a Cancer… shocker, lol).

Our favorite Pokémon? Gengar (theirs) and Eevee (mine). I love a revitalizing vodka-peach juice, but my love prefers just peach juice—no, wait, mango (mango is life).

As for illustration, I’ve been drawing since before I can remember. Anywhere kids could paint on easels, I’d plant myself to create. Now, I’ve leveled up with my dream tablet and setup, pushing myself daily to practice and improve.

I’m thrilled to finally dive into the HP fandom (specifically Hogwarts Legacy), even if a bit late (January 2025). I’ve always loved OCs—they’re a gateway to interaction and immersing yourself in what fascinates you. I adore fleshing out and writing snippets of this story I’ve built, weaving in traits from two fandoms I’m obsessed with.

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◇Los Ocs, que han nacido a partir de nosotros, son un reflejo de nuestra personalidad que sólo cambia en el aspecto físico, ya que siento que le da un plus de realismo a personajes ficticios. Nuestra única diferencia es el color de cabello y ojos jajaja, ¡ah! además de que claramente no tenemos 17 años.

Y así como luzco, soy mayor que mi amor, sólo soy de bolsillo para su comodidad y facil transporte, aunque me gusta usar tacones o zapatos altos porque apenas sobrepaso los 5pies. Somos un joven matrimonio que desde ese Octubre, de ya hace un par de años, no nos soltamos.

Sobre nosotros, tenemos tantas cosas en común como que somos tan cercanos al arte, pintura, ilustración, música, diseño, de esto último se basa nuestra carrera y respectivos trabajos. Nos gusta CASI la misma música, (sólo compartimos a Michael Jackson lol) bueno, es que no tengo suficiente filtro para la música, escucho de todo en cualquier momento, pero mi artista fav es MJ, ¡nadie le quita el puesto al rey! Además, me encanta la Ópera y las orquestas, ya que desde adolescente leí, escuché y amé con el corazón entero El Fantasma de la Ópera y desde ahí, disfruto los musicales, obras teatrales y las inmensas casas de Ópera.

¡Ah! Y es totalmente real que a mi amor le gustan los reptiles y los arácnidos, (a la par de cualquier insecto exótico) Y luego estoy yo, que veo una diminuta araña en el rincón de la pared salgo corriendo. Yo…soy más de perros y me encantaba montar, cuando era una bebé, a los caballos adultos en las ferias.

Somos un par de polos opuestos en el tema de animales, soy más una ranchera que sacaría a tomar el sol a una vaca que se llamara "Hortencia" y mi amor, estaría procurando que la lampara le estuviera dando el suficiente calor a su serpiente por nombre "Chocolate" para después acomodar en su estuche favorito su guitarra favorita. Bueno, como vivimos en una ciudad rodeada de montañas, seremos una pareja ranchera gótica.

Soy la loca de la astrología y me encanta decir "Típico de Capricornio" Ya que mi amor es taaan capricornio y yo, lloró por todo, sí, soy cáncer (para sorpresa de nadie jajaja)

Nuestros pokemos favoritos son Gengar y el mío Eevee, me encanta tomarme un jugo revitalizante de vodka con jugo de durazno, pero mi amor prefiere sólo el jugo de durazno, ¡no! mejor de mango. (El mango es vida)

Sobre la ilustración, he dibujado desde antes de que recuerde, en cualquier lugar donde los niños podían pintar en caballetes me encantaba sentarme a pintar y ahora me he reinventado al tener una mejora y tableta de mi sueños, con la cual trato de esforzarme día a día y practicar para siempre aprender algo nuevo y mejorar con tiempo.

Estoy bastante contenta con empezar esto, aunque un poco tarde(este enero 2025) con el fandom de HP, más en específico en Hogwarts Legacy, ya que siempre preferí la idea de ocs, por ser una enorme puerta de interacción y envolverse uno mismo en temas que son de su interés. Adoro profundizar y redactar pequeños fragmentos de esta historia que creé, tomando rasgos de dos fandoms de los cuales estoy tan enganchada.