#was gonna send an outfit today like 'see I don't always look like a fucking homesteader' but I do. I do.

[bilbobagginsomebabez]

well I look like I belong on a farm because I do

[lizzieislife94x]

My New Boss (e.o)

Requested <3 LizziexFem Reader GxG Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34

Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests  please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻

Y/ns POV:

I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.

As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten  my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us  ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.

8 hours later:

I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.

AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k

[bunnisplayground]

First Time Meeting the Family.... Me Too

Todays Images are merely the outfit for the chapter, Her hair and make-up and the pastries that will be mentioned later on. Also I'm sorry it took me so long to post this. My group project partners left me to pick up all the slack and I spent three days of nonstop writing and research to get that done (No warnings for this chapter... Maybe some cursing I think) Bold = Lance Italics = Reyanni Reyanni's Thoughts Lance's Thoughts Reyanni's POV "I'm worried lance.... what if your parents and your sister doesn't like me... or what if I say the wrong thing... or what if I forget how to speak English" I'm cut off by Lance cupping my face in his hands.

"Listen to me Rey... They are going to love you just as much as I do. You are an amazing woman... and you mean the world to me now take a deep breath...and let all your worries fade"

I had the urge to give him that look you give someone when they say a slew of bullshit... but I resisted and grabbed the boxes of pastries from the car. I figured it wouldn't hurt to bribe them with sweet treats....Right.... right? The moment he knocked on the door I felt my hands begin to tremble. But I pushed my worries behind me and put on a brave smile. If it’s one thing my mama always said it’s greet people with a smile, so that's what I'm gonna do. And as we entered the house I found myself regretting many things, my outfit, my haircut, the pastries I had brought along.. I knew my therapist was useless as hell.. Because why did taking three deep breaths not work. When we got to where his parents and his sister were sitting I felt more nervous than a parent when their baby says fuck in a church.  . . . "Hello.. My name is Reyanni" Can't go wring with an introduction right? I don't know if I should hold my breath or just go with the flow.... you know how anxiety likes to send little songs through the mind to try and calm you. Mines isn't doing that. Mines is playing Flamingo by kero kero bonito.... hopefully someone says something before I start singing it out loud... that would be awful if I did... . . . . To Be Continued.

I'm sorry its so late. Finals Kicked my ass. and I'm pretty sure I need to retake one of my classes that I'm currently failing by .5 points because the professor is a woman who hates to see women go places in life. Since it's break time I should be able to complete this mini series soon.

@yeea-nah @princessminjikwon

[mysticficti0n]

all my attention part 1

warnings- swearing, smoking, fights (mention of blood), gets a bit sad toward the end

words: 4.8k (im sorry)

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. anyways enjoy its my first Kaultiz fic so maybe a little everywhere but please read and enjoy 🤍

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I sat backstage messing around with my mic waiting to do sound check, I love my job and I'm lucky to be doing this at 17 but I do miss laying in bed all morning and not having to worry about what I look like constantly "Y/n we need you now!" our stage directer called to me pulling me from my thoughts, I stood fixing my sweatpants around my hips and carried myself to stage were Gustav was sat taping away at his drums "okay just need to go through where you'll stand in schrei" I nodded waiting for the man to decide "go top left" I complied and made my way to the corner near to the blonde boy

"does my snare sound normal to you?" I herd Gustav ask then a loud hit on the skin of the drum, it was lower sounding then usual

"no.. maybe tighten it again" he nodded and began playing with the bolts at the side

"Y/n can you speak into your mic" he asked sitting on one of the plastic chairs in the pit

"hellllooooo" I spoke getting a laugh from the drummer

"perfect...okay your done can you send Georg out" I nodded walking back out wiping my eyes as I made my way into our backstage room, 'quickest sound check ever' I thought to myself

"Georg they need you" he huffed rolling his eyes and grabbing his bass

"its way to early for all this" I agreed "its half fucking six!" he grumbled leaving the room, my attention turned to the only other person in the room, Tom, he was slouched on the sofa with his dreads freely sat on his head, we near enough had the same outfit on except he was wearing no shirt, as usual

"how did it go?" he spoke looking up to me to which I shrugged "oh Bill wont be back till like 12 he has meetings and vocal shit to do"

"I thought, anyways how was yours?" I spoke referring to the soundcheck

"well my guitar wouldn't come through the speaker, then the mic cut and I tripped so, perfect" I laughed at his words "anyways wanna smoke?"

"yeah" I hummed seeing him stand and grab his cigarettes from my bag I brought with me, we pushed the exit doors open and walked into the warm morning air that was finally in Germany, it felt like it had been winter for ages but finally It was warming up "I don't know whether I feel like performing tonight" I sighed as he handed me a cigarette, I brought it to my lips and he lit it for me

"why not? you love it" he was right but today just felt like... not a good day to do anything "you'll be fine when we get out there, I know you will"

"I just.. I don't know" I hummed breathing white smoke from my lips

"is it because of Brian?" Tom spoke making my head snap to him

"Brian! no of course not, me and him were done weeks ago I don't fucking care about him" I defended

"because you know he's gonna be their tonight Y/n. look I'm not the one to usually say this but nobody else is saying it- you broke up only two weeks ago and you've ignored what your feeling"

"fuck Kaulitz you're going soft" he laughed taking a drag "and I don't have a 'feeling'"

"I don't give a shit.. wait no I give a shit about you, not him, but honestly are you okay?" he spoke placing an arm over my shoulder to which I sighed again resting my head on him

"i...no, but I don't wanna think of it uno, he made me believe he loved me and that he was the one but all I saw was him hitting it off with a stupid bimbo" Tom's grip tightened comforting me "am I that bad?" I asked laughing solemnly

"I mean.. I" Tom began with a sly smile

"fuck off" I laughed shoving the dreaded man

"hey! I'm joking" he rolled his eyes at my childishness

"but I am sexy as fuck, I have piercings, fuck I dye my hair and yet I'm not better than a skanky, badly blonde haired big lipped whore" Tom shook his head stamping out his cigarette to which I followed

"well tonight play like the git isn't there and if anything find a fan pull them up and kiss their god-damn lips" Tom was a bastard for revenge, when his last girlfriend broke up with him (many years ago) he slept with 5 girls and sent her a picture with the caption 'pussy4ever' I looked back to the boy as he began to speak again "or kiss me?" he smiled wriggling his eyebrows

"yeah sure I will Thomas" we both laughed, in fairness we always found ourselves subtly flirting with one another but never really meant it, the little jokes, touchiness, it was all good fun. We walked back inside and watched as Gustav came off stage swirling drum sticks around his fingers and Georg with a grumpy look across his face

"whats wrong with you sunshine?" Tom spoke holding the backstage room door open for me which I whispered a 'thank you' and sat onto the brown, cold, leather sofa

"fucking bass wouldn't link!" he groaned going to the fridge in the corner and pulled out a water "every time we kept trying and in the end it was the wrong line" Georg slammed against the wall and hit his head

"dude calm down its fixed now" Gustav spoke looking at the bassist who was in no need of being told to 'calm down' Tom sat himself next to me and rested an arm around the back of the sofa occasionally tapping my shoulder and laughing every time I looked to see who it was, we all sat in a comfortable silence all In our own worlds- I was worried for tonight, seeing Brian again is making feel like I need to be sick, I just hoped I wouldn't mess up my parts.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

we were all quickly pulled from our heads and turned to the door where Felix our stage director was stood "we need you all, don't bring your stuff" he spoke in a hurry and running back to who knows where, we all sighed internally and stood up. Being closest to the door I held it open for the other 3 but they all waited

"just go-"

"Y/n we have this argument all the time" Gustav pushed me through the door before I could even argue back and they followed out laughing as I shoved the drummer back with a yelp leaving his mouth. We made it to the stage and walked to the middle, the feeling in my stomach got considerably worse as for the first time I realised how big the show was going to be my eyes curled around the room I couldn't even see the end of the building

"what are we doing?" Tom asked coming to stand next to me and resting his arm on my shoulder as for him I was 'perfect arm height'

"well I need to explain lights to you-" we all gave a small look to one another, nobody want to stand and listen to how the lights will be during the set but we also all knew we had no choice "so when you-" I acted like I was listening but I faded away, I stared right threw Felix and I imagined Brian instead, those fucking dark blue eyes, curly brown hair and that emotionless face he pulled when he said 'we're over' it's been 2 weeks since it happened and Tom was right I didn't really show that I was upset in front of anyone or how the moment haunts me, but they don't see what happens behind closed doors...

"Y/n" I herd a whisper into my ear and I looked to the boy beside me, his eyes looked worried "we need a few minuets" Tom's voice cracked through what Felix was saying and before the older man could interject I was pulled away back behind the curtain "you need tissue" he spoke, my forearm still in his hand as he dragged me into the bathroom next to our backstage room

"Tom I'm fine" he shook his head pulling toilet roll off and folding Into a square

"so do please tell me why you're crying?" I sighed, I knew he wouldn't stop till he got an answer or something from me

"strobes make me emotional" I spoke looking to the floor but he wasn't playing around

"look at me" he commanded but my head wouldn't let me, and I just stared to my shoes "please" at that it was like a release button was pressed and my head snapped up, our eyes met straight away but vision became watery "talk to me-"

"what did I do Tom? I tried everything, he had everything he said he wanted, and he's the only fucking one who's ever wanted me for me, not because of you four guys, not because of my work or money, he wanted me!" I sobbed as for the first time I finally told someone how I really felt "I haven't said a thing but to know he'll be here tonight makes me feel like shit- I can't look at him Tom, after everything we did and for him... for him to say its over and the same night fuck a girl kills me every day! I loved him and this is what I got-" I called in an almost scream, I leant against the wall and slid down until I could feel the tile on my legs and I just held my head, crying into my palms

"I know, and I know its going to be hard babe I know" he spoke and I felt his hand stroke my head "and he wont be the only one to ever want you, so many people will, I promise, you can find someone so much better- fuck sake you're Y/n Y/l/n!. and tonight we'll play the best we ever have just to show him, and I swear to fuck he tries anything on you, he'll be dead" I nodded finally lifting my head and looking towards the boy who just opened his arms for me while crouching, quickly I jumped to him which for the first time in a while- I felt at peace

"yeah..yeah we will" I breathed hiding my face in his neck

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6:00pm (one hour before the show)

"HELLO!" a voice rung into the room followed by a spiky haired boy who walked through the door "fuck me its dull in here" he laughed coming over to sit on his make-up chair

"where the fuck were you!" Tom called to his twin In a angry tone

"meetings and voice stuff" the other brother came back with

"you said you'd be back by 12!" Tom shouted

"I got caught up alright get over it I'm here!" Bill rolled his eyes and slipped of his shirt and began changing for the show, I decided it'll be best if I did the same, the other 3 were ready anyways

"I'll be back" I spoke getting up and going to my bag pulling my outfit out and walking to the bathroom. I locked the door and stared at myself in the mirror, my hair really needed a re-dye, the Y/H/C was really starting to fade, moving on I took off my vest and bra and pulled a lacy black one out and slipped it over me so I didn't have to unclip it, I saw a glimmer of light in the bag and pulled it out seeing a matching thong 'Fucking Clair' I smiled to myself and quickly slipped it on, I did look good I couldn't lie, I posed in the mirror and fixed my hair around my head- I needed a photo "CAN SOMEONE GRAB MY PHONE!" I called waiting to hear a knock as I combed through my hair with my nails

"here- woah" I herd a voice behind me say and I quickly turned seeing Tom looking me up and down with a smirk appearing on his face "who's that for?" he asked leaning against the door frame, his eyes set on my body

"well first of all- how did you get in I locked it, secondly its not for you Kaulitz so don't get you're hopes up" I spoke facing him and his eyes only widened "get out Tom" I laughed seeing him raise his hands in defence

"hey! don't blame me" he smiled placing the phone on the side and walking out and shutting the door which I promptly locked smiling at the idiocy of the boy "dudes she is in a thong!" I herd Tom telling the rest to which they all 'ooo'ed at

"CREEPS" I shouted hearing an up roar of laughter, I rolled my eyes and carried on pulling the phone up and snapping a few pictures of myself, then I grabbed the skirt which just about covered anything and a white top which usually matched Tom's as we decided we'd being doing that for the next few shows. I left the bathroom holding my old clothes and phone and saw all their heads spin to the door "god you guys need to get some pussy or something" I grinned seeing them all blush

"do a twirl Y/n" Bill spoke re-directing the conversation and so I did and he clapped when I bowed

"don't do that on stage if you're facing the crowd" Gustav smirked "I just saw your ass and I don't think your mother would be impressed if that happened"

"good call, someone write- don't bend at audience!" Georg spoke settling in his seat, we all sat and could hear the faint chats of the audience that was arriving, I began pacing around the room humming my lyrics to myself over and over

"smoke?" Tom asked to which I passed him out the door and waited for him outside, the cool night air hitting my skin "here- you need to calm the fuck down" I nodded taking the cig out the box

"I just don't wanna mess up" he smiled at me, lighting the end of the tobacco and then his own "what if they boo me or leave?"

"babe they won't" his hand wrapped around my waist and held me gently "everyone loves you out there, I've seen at least 100 people in your shirts, you've got it" I looked up to him and our eyes connected instantly "if anything look to me I'll do something alright?"

"like trip up or was that only for soundcheck?" he fake laughed rolling his eyes again making me smile, the distance seemed to shorten, we do have our moments but those are funny- this felt real...? tension building around us, eyes locked and ash falling by our feet

"you know-" he began

"TOM Y/N COME ON!" Bill crashed threw the door, hair standing on end and dressed in black (new for him) we quickly broke apart and took one last drag from our smokes before kicking them out and walking inside, people crowded us giving us mics, drum sticks, picks, guitars, sprays, you name it we probably had it

"WELCOME.... TOKIO HOTEL" the speakers sounded and the twins swagged onto the stage followed by me and Georg and Gustav last going to his kit

"GOOD EVENING TRIER" Bill called and the crowd erupted "how we all doing?" and the screams made us smile, it was such a familiar feeling but seeing everyone happy helped, Bill looked to me and gestured for me to come over so I brought myself to the front of stage passing Tom who winked to me getting a 'ooo' from the people in the room who saw, the black haired boy placed his arm around my head and the sea of people snapped pictures and screamed my name

"I think I know what the people want" I spoke with a smile, jokingly the boy 'leaned in' and screams of anticipation filled the building "no not that" I called as we pulled away and the boys behind got the cue to start playing schrei and I ran back to my place hearing the cheer only get louder as Bill began to sing- we loved destroying the imaginations of our fans, its thrilling there was always rumours, usually around me and that I am 'fucking them all' but it's defiantly not the case.

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It was time, I saw the boys look towards me and with a breath I joined the lead singer up front, being a backing singer I wasn't needed much but I was showing something tonight "so you all see my gorgeous girl Y/n here?" Bill spoke pulling me to the front of the stage, hands spiked up everywhere scratching to touch just a thread of our clothing "she has some news!" with a toothy smile Bill past me his mic and backed away back to the group behind- I wasn't used to being centre stage but it was crazy, I could see everything (ish) smiles and tear stained faces

"so you all know we haven't had new music in a few months right?" they all shouted incoherent words "well- you seem like a crowd who'd wanna see some new material!?" I looked back to the boys who were all dopily smiling at me as the people infront blew up in shouts "okay okay so, I wrote this song when I was at not an amazing time in my life.. I felt like giving up but instead, with the help of these, I wrote my feeling into a song, usually this would be preformed by our lovely Bill but.. just got tonight, I'll be singing" I hyped and the band got into places to start playing don't jump

I began singing the words and walking around the tip of the stage holding the hands of as many as I could 'On top of the roof The air is so cold and so calm I say your name in silence' until my eyes landed on him- the words seemed to be pulled from my mouth, everything went silent and he knew what he'd done to me... the song was partially made because of what he did before we broke up, my mind switched as I herd the strum of Tom's guitar- remembering his words 'and tonight we'll play the best we ever have just to show him, and I swear to fuck he tries anything on you, he'll be dead' with a breath I carried on stomping my way back up stage to the rest of the band Bill was off the other side by Georg and I went to my place by Tom, a smile smothered his face as I stood facing him 'hi' he mouthed, I let my free hand reach for his face and held his jaw getting a roar from the fans, Tom placed a kiss to my palm and I soon let go trying to hide a very big blush from swamping my face and our next move came to play- we both turned back to back as his strummed his guitar, I leant against him spilling my lyrics until the beat jumped again 'I scream into the night for you Don't make it true Don't jump The lights will not guide you through They're deceiving you Don't jump' I walked back to mid stage being followed by Georg first who smiled at me and banged his head, then by Tom who only smirked sending me a wink. I got to the edge of the stage and hands reached to me and I tried to hold them all 'And if all that can't hold you back I'll jump for you' the song ended and the building blew up, cheers, screams, claps it was a rush, I blew kisses to them all, my mind forgot about what I was thinking before. Bill and Gustav joined us at the front and we all did a joint bow getting a laugh from us all, the others let go but Toms arm still stayed around my shoulder pulling me close

"see told you they'd love it" he whispered I smiled looking to him, he was sweaty and panting slightly as when he concentrates to much he forgets to breath, his arm pulled me even closer and he planted a kiss to my forehead before the lights turned off- our queue to get off stage the 5 of us were ushered off and as I stepped over to be in the backstage area someones arms scooped me into a hug though I couldn't see because the whole place was pitch black "Ugh you did so well" it was Tom's voice, calming me instantly "they loved the song!" he spoke settling me down but still had me close "told you they would" I looked back to the sweaty guitar player and he pulled my head to his as he pressed a kiss to my forehead again

"get room!" Gustav poked erring a laugh from he rest "nobody wants to see a softy Kaulitz!"

"eh what do ya mean- he aint soft" Tom quipped eyeing his friend up

"gross" Gustav laughed walking his way back to our room, me and the other boy followed and walked in to see Bill lay on the sofa with his makeup nearly rolling down his face due to being so hot

"Y/n I can't get over the audience" the black haired man spoke "god... that was one of my fave ever shows"

"I can't get over it" i went to my bag and pulled my cigarettes out and the boys all seemed to perk up again "coming?" I joked seeing them all get up as we went to the outside, it was dark with only the security lights illuminating the floor, I handed them all a ciggy and pulled my lighter out and burning the end "I saw Brian, he was just kinda stood there" they hummed "I'm over it- he can fuck who ever he fucking wants because none will ever be as good as me" I groaned feeling the hot smoke going out my mouth

"I saw him and he just looked sad, he misses you, I can tell" Bill spoke getting a shove from Gustav "what? I doesn't matter. All I was saying is that he looked sad probably because Y/n/n was happy unlike when he last saw her" I laughed, we stood in a silence finishing our cigs, stepping them out and walked into a runner calling all our names

"BILL!...GEORG!?" he looked out off breath "Finally- we need you all, meet n' greet" we all had the realisation and practically sprinted to our room and began to spray any aftershave or perfume we could find as after running round and singing you sweat, meaning we don't smell the best, me and Bill fixed our eyes and hair and then we all walked out like we hadn't just shit ourselves and made our way to the front of the building to see a line of (mostly) fan girls crying out

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"thank you so much I loved the show and the new song! holy shit it was amazing" a girl named Bethany spoke hugging us all one last time, we were told not many more people so we fixed ourselves up and waiting for the next person

"I love the flowers" I spoke looking at the roses a girl called Alicia brought me "is their anyone else-" as I spoke the door opened with Erik (our runner) holding it for the next fan, we all looked up and saw a brunette boy.... blue eyes "what the fuck do you think you're doing?... seriously!" Brians eyes were red and face tear stained, I felt myself tense up at the sight, all the boys stood scarily still

"I want to talk to you babe" his voice shook, those eyes staring into mine, its like he didn't realise he was in a room of people who really did not like him "please its me... baby please"

"don't call her baby" Tom grumbled " she doesn't have to do shit for you" I looked toward the boy, his hands in a ball already he moved quickly, towering over Brian

"Tom" Bill warned but no remorse went to his twin, we all watched as Tom stared down at Brian saying words to fast to even work out, Brain looked like he was about to break down nodding his head

"and I'm not fucking lying- you ever touch her, talk to her, anything... I wont fucking stop until you can't move and my hands are red- understand?" I looked toward the others, I wasn't scared for Brian but more worried that something would happen, Georg got the memo and walked to the guitarist placing a hand on his shoulder, I saw Tom relax and walk back to us leaving my ex standing with shock on his face, he looked back to me

"please" he pleaded 'shit' is all I thought as I saw Tom's face drop, his knuckles white he stormed back to Brian "...dude-" he squealed before the guitarist had him up the door slamming him back and forth, I watched as my ex's face became red trying to shove Tom back but him being a lot shorter- he had no chance, perfect "GET THE FUCK OFF ME DICK!" he shouted and Bill grabbed his brothers shoulder and pulled him off

"leave I-" the singer couldn't finish as a fist flew into his shoulder "WHAT THE FUCK" Bil'ls hand collided with Brians face sending him back quickly followed by Tom punching down at the boy, nobody touches the other twin without the other one getting involved. The fight continued until a scream cut the room, blood was on Toms arm and he stepped back, Gustav was keeping me back by our picture wall and Georg stood next to him and seized looking over

"damn-" Gustav hummed, I looked over to see Brian holding his nose and Tom proudly standing above

"this is your fucking fault Y/n... I should've dated you-" his words stung "this would have never bloody happened if I had just left you earlier!" my heart ached "fuck" he grumbled standing against the door, I looked to his eyes- black and blue. He took a step forward, stumbling slightly but he quickly found his feet again and came at me "YOU DID THIS!" I turned back waiting for my pain- a punch, a slap, a kick but I never felt it THUD I opened my eyes to see Georg on the floor slamming his fist into the boy again- he was really getting the works tonight

"BA-ST-ARD" he chanted before the door burst open to two runners with astonished faces who quickly grabbed their walkie-talkies and spoke some words I couldn't work out, within seconds security rammed in pulling Georg off of Brian who looked even worse and we were all taken back out "fucking dick what did he think he was doing!" and the five of us were pushed out the room

"arsehole" Tom stormed "hope he's in fucking pain for ages-"

"I can't believe he tried to punch me, ME!" Bill shook his head going through to our room I walked with Gustav giving him a 'look' to which he only nodded at "he's a dick" the boys all sat and I just stared into the mirror- those 5 minuets felt more like hours and I just didn't have any words

"this is your fucking fault Y/n... I should've dated you-"

"this would have never bloody happened if I had just left you earlier!"

"YOU DID THIS!"

those sentences flying around my head, I couldn't pull myself away from it, I just looked at myself, I just felt- wrong

"what the hell! why did I just have to see security drag a bloody nosed kid out that room!" Our stage manger burst in "you lot are a world famous band we don't need stunts like that being pulled! 16 people have had to miss a meet n greet because of it!" he shouted but I couldn't hear him really- I wasn't there "Y/n!" he shouted snapping me back

"I'm sorry" I spoke turning to face him

"it's not her fault" Gustav spoke "he was fucking deranged" I laughed slightly looking back at him with a smile

"I don't care! its not a funny matter, its disappointing" we all nodded as he walked out, I turned to the boys and looked to the twins, Tom had blood over him still and Bill just looked pissed off

"I think I'm going to go to the hotel..." I spoke grabbing my bag off the side and hanging it over my shoulder and pulling my skirt lower to feel more covered "bye-"

"wait-" someone spoke "I'll come lemme clean myself up first- five mins" it was Tom, I nodded and settled myself onto my make up chair watching him run to the bathroom

"we're not annoyed at you Y/n, its not your fault" Georg spoke coming over stroking my shoulder "he's a prick"

"I know- I just feel bad, you all basically got hurt because of him and the whole thing was so pathetic I doesn't even seem real like.."

"yeah I get it- its fine, just sleep it off alright" I agreed and watched through the mirror Tom come back in

"ready?"

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vi. SUIT & TIE

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content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes, 18+

Your outfit for today 

It was a surprisingly quiet Saturday morning. Today your shop was closed, but your staff was still working tirelessly to finish the influx of custom orders. This was no uncommon flux however, it was that time of the year. La Mesa Alta’s annual ball was right around the corner, and people were coming to you so that they could scrounge together some outfits. You’ve been on your feet for a while, cutting at different types of fabric, sewing, perfecting, and repeating. This would be a vicious cycle, but you loved creating too much to be burdened by the workload and demand requested of you and your staff. If anything, that demand made you work harder.

A busy 4 hours later, you finally get the chance to sit down. It’s been a day already, and it's only noon. You were a little concerned that Mercedes didnt get back to you at 10, but you knew she would call you back at some point in the day. You open your laptop, and see a notification at the top from a name you didn't expect. 

! 1 Gmail Notification from dearrawashington@gmail.com

‘I know you’re fucking lying’

“Umm Gio! Mads! Here… and quickly!” They hurry quickly to your side and look at your computer. “What is i- what the fuck is that?” Gio says, pointing at the notification in the top right corner. Madison folds her arms across her chest and sits in her hip, rolling her eyes “I know that’s not who I think it is.” You hear Gio sigh and add on, “This bitch.”

“Calm down with the ad libs alright? Who is this girl anyway? I didn't know anything about her until she came into my shop.” You felt like you were missing out on some important information. Everyone knew about this girl except for you, and you know everyone. Usually. “Oh, I forgot, you weren't out here when she was acting a damn fool.” ‘Excuse me?’

“When was this?” You sit back in the swivel chair, looking at Gio. “While you had your appointment with Roman. She was looking through the clothes saying that her friend JT could make one design better than your entire rack.” ‘THE FUCK?!’ 

You didn’t stand for disrespect. Both of them knew that. So they knew that this wasn't gonna slide by you. “Lemme see what this email is about,” you say, typing in your password and opening up your Gmail. You were in no way excited nor looking forward to anything that this email was going to say.

Good Morning Ms. Semele,

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you.

‘You are.’

I admired your shop and your staff so much! Working at your shop seems like such an honor.

‘This fake ass bitch.’

I was wondering how I can apply for a job there. I would like to work closer with the best fashion designers in the east coast, and you are deserving of the title.

‘Whaaaaaaat?!’

Please email me back at dearrawashington@gmail.com

~ With love, De’arra Washington

It was dead silent for the next minute and a half. She talks shit about your shop and then wants paid employment here the next day? You had seen all of it. ‘Maybe this can be helpful?’ With this influx of orders, you had been putting your staff through overtime. Maybe one more person could lighten the load for them. You didn't like the idea of her working at your shop based on what you had heard, but if she was offering help, you were going to give her a chance. You clicked the three dots and selected reply and typed a short response.

Hello,

Thank you. Much appreciated. Could you send in a resume please, so that I can look at your work experience?

~ Y/N Semele

“What the hell are you doing?” Madison looks at you with wide eyes. “Calm down, I don't plan to employ her, I just want to see if she’s any good. I already have another person who wants to work here that has a good resume.”

RING RING

Your phone buzzes loud against the counter and an unknown number displays at the top. You pick up the phone to hear a voice you had been waiting to hear all morning. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's Mercedes. I’m calling from my personal phone.” Fucking finally. “What happened to 10am?” She chuckled to herself and replied, “Got busy. Do you want the information or not?” “I paid good money, didn't I?” She sighs and says, “Fair.” I settled into the chair and put the phone on speaker. You told Madison to tell the other employees to take their lunch break while you three listened to Mercedes give a rundown on De’arra. She joins back with you and Gio and you tell Mercedes that you're ready.

“Alright. De’arra Washington, daughter of Kenan Johnson. He was one of the richest thiefs in the west coast. Specifically in California and Oregon. He stole everything from pencils to old paintings to jewelry. He was on the run for a while, so he fled to Florida and started his own family business and made that into a family mafia. Here in Florida, he met up with a prostitute and turned her into a housewife and had a baby girl while orchestrating robberies from the comfort of his home. De’arra is all kinds of spoiled. Barely got her high school diploma, and her father bribed the president of Howard University so she could study there. Got into a lot of trouble up there stealing shit.. Who would've guessed. And daddy was there to save her. After 2 years, she decided she didn’t want the college life and desired wealth, like her father and moved back to Florida. Speaking of Kenan, he's been eyeing Roman since he moved down here. That’s probably why De'arra is hanging onto him like a lost child. If I knew anything from my years in this business, I'd guess that they are the family trying to challenge Roman, or disassemble the Anoa’i family.”

“So you’re telling me that I'm dealing with a girl with a case of sticky fingers?” She laughs lightly and says, “Basically.”

! 1 Gmail Notification from dearrawashington@gmail.com

This must be the resume.

Of course! Here is my resume 

resume.pdf

~ With love, De’arra Washington

“Is she emailing you?” Mercedes asks, her tone laced with confusion, understandable though. “Yeah, I'm gonna see what she can do or if she can help me out here at the shop.”

“I've seen her resume before, it's forged. She’s only worked at minimum wage jobs. So anything that has to do with corporate jobs and fashion design is fake as fuck.” ‘What the hell is going on here?!’

“You still gonna give her a chance?” Gio says, reading the fake resume. “She’s not getting a chance, but I'm still gonna let her do a training session today so I can see what she is about.”

2:30 pm

You emailed her back and told her to come here at 2:30 pm to do a training session, which would technically be more like orientation. Both Gio and Madison knew that this could go sideways quickly if she tries something, but they also knew that you weren’t dumb. You knew how to handle yourself in bad situations. And you didn’t let anyone push you around. A red corvette sped across the huge display windows and disappeared into the parking lot on the side of the building. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the foolery you were going to face today. You fixed up your desk space and closed the file filled with De’arra’s personal information. 

 You heard the door open and saw two people walking in. “Ms. Semele?” You give her a polite smile and depart from your desk to shake her hand. There she was, wearing a pink crop top stopping right below her breasts and dark ripped jeans with pink butterfly strappy heels. She was hand in hand with someone you didn't know you would see today. 

“Hey Ms. Expert.” 

That made you genuinely smile. “Didn’t think I'd see you here again. Helping out the missus?” He smiles at you and slowly licks his lips, eyes drifting up and down your body. His eyes found yours and he focused all of his attention on you. “Yeah, I said I was gonna take care of her, and imma do just that.” De’arra gushes and latches onto his arm, but he doesn't budge; he keeps his eyes on you, smirking at you, adding the cherry on top. ‘Was he saying that to me?’ You briefly remember the last time you two spoke in person, and it seems like he was going to make good on his words. 

“Oh good, you're here, you can put your stuff in the faculty room. That ok Y/N?” Gio says walking in from the factory downstairs. “Yeah that’s fine. I need to talk with Roman anyways,” You reply, and Gio gives you a simple head nod. “What do you need to talk to him for?” You look at De’arra and she is already sizing you up. You laughed to yourself. There’s no way she’s really trying to pull these strings right now. “About La Mesa Alta’s annual ball.” You kept it short and sweet. Of course, that's not what you guys were actually going to talk about, but you needed to get her off your back. “Well my family is going to be added to La Mesa Alta too, so I should be a part of this conversation,” De’arra demands. “The only thing you should be a part of is your training session. Give me a second i'll be right there,” You fired back, shutting down her request. He trails behind you, but doesnt get far, due to De’arra’s small hand latching onto his wrist.

“You guys can just talk out here-”

“Hell no.” You were getting sick of this back and forth already. “Well why the hell not?” 

“Because it’s a private conversation about mafia business.” You could feel that she was already catching an attitude. “Well what type of mafia business involves you being in a room with him alone?” ‘This bitch..’ You turned around for the final time, and your face couldn’t hide the fact that you were fed the hell up. “The type of mafia business that doesn't involve you. Come on Roman.” He follows you into the room and closes the door. 

You wipe your hands across your face and catch him looking at you with a sly smirk. “Don’t look at me like that.” He walks closer to you and takes his hand in yours and holds it above your head, twirling you to face away from him. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You close your eyes and melt into his touch. You forgot how much you liked his touch. “That was so sexy.” His breath gave you tingles as he talked into the crook of your neck. “You missed me baby?” While he was luring you with his voice, his hands sneakily dipped into the waistband of your sweats. You turned your head to look at him and gently grab his chin. Your eyes shift from his eyes to his lips, and you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers teasing your folds stop you. “I didn't hear an answer.” He was already making you melt, and you were loving every single second of it. “Y-yes baby I missed you.” He was teasing you, getting close to your lips and then pulling away while rubbing at your sensitive clit. You couldn't stand it. You pull his chin closer to you, trying your hardest to kiss him, but he keeps pulling away still.

“Please baby, kiss me.” You wanted to feel his lips on yours so badly. Without warning his right hand clasps around your neck and finally attaches his lips to yours. His left hand was hard at work, pinching and applying pressure to your clit, while both of your tongues are fighting for dominance. You grind your hips against his hand, giving up on dominance for the time being and letting him take over. He takes his hands off of your neck to tug your tube top down to your waist, freeing your breasts. You moan into his mouth, feeling his warm hands grab at your breasts and the pressure building up between your legs. “Fuck baby that feels so goo-”

BANG BANG BANG

“De’arra decided she doesn't want to do her training session. She’s going to file a complaint to La Mesa Alta to have your shop shut down.”

‘Are you fucking serious?’

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[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Dear Namjoon | 05

✧ Pairing: Kim namjoon x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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once you woke up, you found that not just your lips were swollen due to how much namjoon sucked on them but your eyes were puffy due to you crying.

you go wash up, and come out with at towel wrapped around your body. you kept looking at the marks that decorated your skin in the mirror. and you felt dumb because deep inside you want him to touch you and kiss you. maybe friends with benefits is fine.

picking an outfit good enough to cover the marks , you then begin to pick up the clothes from the floor. only to find that he left his tie in your room. picking it up you get angry again and toss it into your closet inside your suitcase before shutting it

"asshole"

jimin and dad came home earlier, since jimin rushed him. not liking the idea of you being alone a whole night.

he walks into your room, you were laying in bed. "hey sis" he jumps on the bed hugging you

"hey mochi"

"did namjoon leave after dropping you off?" he lays his head on your lap, your fingers begin to brush his hair

"yeah, he said he had plans"

"nice, i owe him one for bringing you home" he closes his eyes and relaxes as you comb his hair

"i think he took it really serious when you said i was off limit"

"he better"

you chuckle at his words "why you bring it up?, don't tell me you like him" he asks

"no" you answer quickly

"i was just wondering why you said that" you bite your lip, hoping he'd tell you, he sighs

"he a fuck boy, he uses girls for his own pleasure and later on leaves them. i just don't want him to pull that shit on you. i saw how he looked at you"

"everyone was looking at me"

"nope, his eyes were undressing you"

"your so extra" you laugh

his arms wrap around your waist "let me sleep here, you don't know how much i've missed you" he pouts

"ok" he rolls over and gets under the blanket, you turn off the light, he hugs you.

"goodnight"

"night"

jimin fell asleep first that night, for the first time in a while i stayed up all night thinking about everything that happened today.

-----

when jimin woke up he looked at you for a while, at some point he hated his parents for separating the two of you. and thats why he tried so hard to keep a good relationship so he wouldn't become a stranger to you.

but right now it was time for revenge, for what you did to him. he snickered at how you always looked angry as you slept, and thought it would be funnier to just take a photo of you. grabbing his phone he opens the group chat with the other guys

BANGTAN CHAT - Jimin POV

y/n kicked me out of the bed yesterday

tae: that's the most random shit you have ever said

you don't understand it hurt like a bitch, but i can't do that to her. so i got other plans

hobi: and why are you telling us this

namjoon: cause he has no other friends

fuck you, and its cause of this

jimin sits up and takes a photo of you sleeping, sending it to the group chat

i might not be able to kick her off the bed but this is good enough for revenge. now i'ma wake this kid up so see y'all at school.

tae: did he just send us a photo of his sister sleeping

jungkook: she's gonna kill you, you know that right?

yoongi: someone show her the photo and if she kills him, no one help him. he deserves it

----

what jimin didn't know is that he just gave namjoon a photo of y/n. namjoon smiles at the photo

"shit maybe if it's her...it wouldn't be so bad" he saves the photo

i woke up to jimin sticking his finger into my ear and it was wet

"what the fuck, why is your finger wet" i clean my ear

"oh cuz i licked it" he laughs, jumping off the bed "get ready for school" he says with a smile ear to ear

once again you went with jimin to school, cause you were too tired to drive. today was weird because the guys just kept looking at you and jimin was acting cocky all morning

"do i look funny today or what" you were getting irritated at their stares, especially namjoon's

hoseok then walks up to you and jimin yells his name "hey you wouldn't" jimin points at him, and hoseok takes his phone out showing you the group chat. taehyung is holding back his laugh at the view of a very stressed out jimin. who is slowly getting off the desk.

you grab the phone and read the conversation until you scroll and see your photo. you look up at jimin with dagger eyes "you asshole!" you hand hoseok his phone back, as you walk to jimin, who's hiding behind taehyung

"you kicked me off the fucking bed" he yells

"bitch you stuck you nasty finger in my ear" taehyung is being pushed around. as you try to get a hold of jimin

your face was beet red at the thought they all saw the photo, but what made you blush even harder was that namjoon saw the photo. only making you wanna strangle your brother even more.

he pushes taehyung towards you as he runs for the door, you turn, trying to grab him but trip over your bag you had carelessly tossed on the floor.

namjoon quickly gets up and his arm wraps around your waist as he catches you. you tense up at his touch, but you stand straight and look at him. before you pick up your bag, sticking your middle finger at jimin. you leave the rooftop. leaving everyone but namjoon confused.

"shit, is she that mad?" jimin asks concerned

taehyung being his own curious self he was more into why there was a awkward tension between the two you.

----

once it was lunch time, jimin said he had to go to a class for some help. and said to go make friends instead.

i was planning to just go to the rooftop before i got a message from namjoon. telling me to meet him in the same class from yesterday. hesitant at first. i decided i should go and hear what he has to say.

you walk the same hall as yesterday. making sure no one was looking at you as you enter the last classroom. you find namjoon sitting on the desk just like yesterday

"hey" he smiles

"what do you want?" he raises his brow at my tone.

"come here" he motions you to come closer to him. and you do, you stand in front of him. his hands reach for your waist pulling you towards him, as he leans on the desk. "i'm sorry alright"

you look away from him, with your arms crossed

"look i'm not really good at relationships. but if it's you it's worth giving a try" he gives your waist a little squeeze "what do you think?"

"i don't know you said i should listen to my brother more, and well my brother said your a fuck boy" you stare at him, trying to hurt him with your words like he hurt you but it didn't work

he just chuckles at your words "didn't i just say i'm not good at relationships, plus there were more reasons to why those relationships failed. but i don't gotta tell your brother everything" you just stared at him, angrily.

"come on babe don't be mad" he pouts

"don't call me babe" you frown

"why"

"because we aren't dating"

"but you like it when i call you babe or actually" he presses your body against his "or how you body reacts when i tell you your a good girl" he whispers by your ear making you tense up

putting your hands on his chest, you put distance between you both "you are saying everything except what you should be saying"

"oh yeah?, and what's that?" he tilts his head, making you more frustrated

"i'm just kidding, geez" he laughs

"wanna be my girlfriend"he presses his forehead against yours

"i don't know, let me think about it" you peck his lips, as you push him away. ready to walk away but he holds onto you tighter "i don't think so" he grabs your chin as he kisses your roughly

changing positions he sits you down on the desk, your arms wrapped around his neck. his hands propping himself up on the desk . enjoying the kiss, he smirks against your lips.

"you aren't gonna answer"

"hmm answer what"

he sighs "i gotta repeat myself?" you just stare at him in silence

"go out with me"

"alright" he smiles and leans in to kiss you but you pull on his hair making him groan

"make me cry again and i will tell my brother"

"did i make you cry" he pulls your hand away from his hair, giving it a kiss.

you don't respond at all

"sorry alright" he kisses you again and again. making you melt at his touch.

"you know it's gotta be a secret right" he presses his forehead against yours, "hmmm, does it?" he smirks

"yes! i'm serious namjoon"

"i like people knowing what's mine though"

"it's my brother, i don't think you need to be territorial with him"

"he said you were off limits, i promise i won't ever say it. i just hope you don't make us get caught" his dumb brushes against your bottom lip.

" we can meet here every time. no one uses this room" he smiles

"how do you know? fucked one of your other bitches here?" you bite his finger, making him grin

"don't be a jealous girlfriend, you gotta trust me. and you're not one of my bitches, so no i wouldn't take you to does places" "Plus I wouldn't be fucking you, I'lol be making love to you "

"it's just you from now on"

------

after making out for a while longer, he says you guys should go already. and you followed him to the court yard where he read his book. and you scrolled through your phone

" i heard you guys will be getting fan mail"

"yeah, they said something about that" his eyes don't leave his book

"y/n, thats where you were" jimin enters the court yard

"i thought i told you to make friends, not to go hang out with namjoon"

"ouch, for your information i found your lonely sister sitting here alone. no need to thank me for giving her company" he shrugs, giving you a wink without jimin noticing

"you're a lost cause y/n" he sighs, sitting next to you. "namjoon you ready for later?" jimin says excited

"yeah sure why not" he response was rather dry, he didn't look interested

"don't mind him, when he's reading he doesn't pay attention to anyone" jimin sighs

"you wanna come along?" he looks at you

"yeah, i'll go" jimin nods.

you guys stay there until the bell rang.

-----

after getting to the club, you realize a bunch of kids from school were also there. jimin explained that were was some sort of concert. they left you alone once more as they went to go get ready for this performance.

jin sits next you, giving you a glass of orange juice. "how did you like our performance the other day" he asks

"i think your guys are awesome, what jimin would tell me over the phone doesn't give justice to how hard you guys work" you take a sip of the juice.

"thanks" he smiles, satisfied with your answer

your phone rings, and you take it out to find a message of namjoon, telling you to go through red doors near the bathroom.

"uh ima go to the bathroom" you put the cup on the table, jin smiles at you as you walk away. going through the crowd

you walk pass the bathroom, seeing a lot of red doors everywhere. taking out your phone your about to call namjoon, but someone grabs your arm and pulls you into one of the room making your scream.

they cover your mouth with their hand and you hit their chest

"it's me, calm down"

"namjoon!" you whack him again "what are you doing" he laughs

"i wasn't sure if anyone was out there, sorry" he gives you a hug

"i wanted to see you before we went up, jimin said he's taking you home after"

"oh.." you look around, seeing a lot of instruments everywhere, your eyes stopping at the violin

"you play?" he walks up to the violin, handing it to you

"a long time ago, i don't think i can even play a child song at this point" you chuckle

"who knows"

"lets hang out tomorrow?"

"when??" you place the violin where namjoon had picked it up from

"after school, the guys are all planning to hang out, jimin will be there. i'll tell them i got some plans, you just tell jimin that he should spend some time without you" his eyes crinkled as he laughed

"ok, but i think my dad is gonna be home tomorrow so.."

"don't worry you can come to my place" nodding, you guys hear the announcements, and you hear an angry jimin calling out namjoon to get his ass to the stage

namjoon quickly puts his hand behind your neck, as he leans in for a kiss "i need to recharge" he mumbles, he takes your bottom lip into his mouth and sucks lightly.

"fuck, i gotta go but. tomorrow alright!" he points at you as he walks out the door

waiting for a bit, you hear the music start. taking it as your cue you walk out and head to where the stage is.

you see multiple people in suits, they have clipboards and are looking up to them, two guys catch your attention. their heads bopped to the music. looking at the clip board you catch a glimpse to the name 'Bighit Entertainment'

-----

once they got off stage, many people went up to them with business cards. namjoons steps up and takes all of them as the other guys head to the back. jimin signals you to head to the back as well. you walk slowly as you also keep your attention at namjoon who was talking to all the men in suits

"y/n hurry" jimin calls out to you

"he's getting a lot of cards" you tell jimin

"i know, isn't it exciting" jimin smiles making his eyes disappears as he smiles, you nod. happy to see him so bright

"let me change and we can head home"

namjoon was good at not glancing at you or talking to you that it made you sort of uncomfortable. cause all you wanted to do was look and talk to him. instead you talk to jungkook seeing how his eyes twinkled as he told you about the song they were singing.

"your very passionate huh" my mouth curved into a smile, his happiness being contagious.

he nods "i just wanna be good enough, so i can go with them" and he looks up to the guys, your eyes follow where he was looking. "i think your great?"

"yeah but what if i'm not good enough"

"thats bullshit on a stick, if they don't want you then you go to another one. anyways they won't leave you behind" your brows knitted

"yeah, your right. that's why i'm afraid to be the one to hold them back" his eyes gleamed with sadness and you did the one thing you could think of

i karate chopped the back of his neck

"y/n what the fuck? that hurt" he gets up, massaging his neck.

"thats for thinking the way you are, you can't be negative about things." everyone was looking at you guys since jungkook raised his voice

"fuck but did you have to hit me" jungkook whines, only to get pinched by jimin "don't talk to my little sister like that"

"she's not wrong, if they want one of us they gotta take all of us"

-----

the next day you drove to school, instead of going with jimin. since you were gonna head to namjoon's place after school.

and just as planned you made sure to tell your dad you were gonna hang out with some friends, yes you hadn't made new friends. but you knew some people from before you moved.

and just like namjoon said, jimin asked if you wanted to go with him. but you told him to hang out with his friends without you. ever since you came to live here he takes you everywhere with him.

you told him you were gonna hang out with old friends and he didn't suspect you at all. namjoon texted you his address, and you head over to his place.

ringing the door bell, a smiling face greets you as he opens the door

"your here" he reaches his hand out, you grab it and he pulls you inside. your back is leaning against him as he takes off your jacket. only to hang it up.

"what did jimin say"

"nothing, he was fine with it" he nods, walking into the living room. he sits down.

he was wearing his glasses again, and you loved how he looked with them "do you use your glasses to just read?" you ask as you see the book on the table

"yeah"

you sit down next to him, a little distance between the both of you

"are you hungry? we can order something" he asks, taking out his phone. right now you weren't thinking about food, for the first time ever you were feeling horny over namjoon. you wanted him to touch you.

you glance at his lips "uh sure, what do you wanna get"

scrolling through his phone he isn't aware of your stares

"namjoon"

"yeah?" he answers without looking at you

I felt flustered at the thought that he suddenly didn't wanna have sex. i thought he invited me over for that reason.

you felt like he was trying to respect you but right now you didn't want him to respect you. gathering your courage, you grab his phone. putting it down. he looks up at you, as you get up and straddle him, placing his hands on your waist

"do you really wanna order food right now" he's shocked at your sudden acts but doesn't let it phase him

"well, i don't know...do you have something else in mind"

"i want you to touch me.."

"yeah?" he smirks

pushing him to lean back agains the couch you leave kisses on his neck, he doesn't react to your touch making you irritated. you begin to suck on his skin just like he did to you. his hands already groping your ass, as he rolls your hips against him.you feel at how he right away started hardening.

"you sure you want this"

"yes" you were greedy for his touch already. he presses your ass against his hardened length, making you bury your face at the crook of his neck. trying to hide your beet red face.

as he kissed you he kept tilting his face to try and kiss you but his glasses were getting in the way. frustrated he pulls away, taking off his glasses. tossing them tot he other side of the sofa. "they were getting in the way" you giggle

your body started moving on it's own at this point, this man makes you loose all your common sense.

"good girl, keep grinding on me" his voice sounds raspy, you fasten your pace, and he finally had enough.

he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he walks upstairs to his room. locking the door behind him.

laying you on the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head, you feel a lump in your throat as you feel the butterflies in your stomach again.

it's gonna happen for real this time.

he wastes no time to undress you, he stares at your body. especially all the marks he left on your body "it was dark yesterday in your room i didn't get a good look at you, but now i can see you properly"

"don't say that" you cover your face

"why not?" he kisses your stomach, as you squeeze your thighs together

"cause it's embarrassing" smirking at your words, he grabs your thighs. spreading them "i didn't mark here" he begins to kiss you inner thighs, sucking on the skin.

"wa-wait not there" you whimper as he nibbles on your skin.

my mind is empty, i can't think straight.

you feel him blow at your heat, making you moan "na-namjoon not there" his grip on your thighs tighten, not letting you close your legs

your core is aching for him. he's making you feel a way you've never felt before. "your dripping" his fingers rubbing against your clit

"your sure you want this? once i start, i won't be able to stop myself" uncovering your face you see his fingers in his mouth again, as he licks his fingers off.

you nod

"use your words"

"yes namjoon, just fuck me already please" you stare at him as he undresses completely, reaching into his drawer to get a string of condoms out. he rips one open, pumping himself a few times before putting the condom on

"alright, i'll be gentle" he positions himself between your legs, your feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit smearing the wetness at your entrance

"look at me" he says with his raspy voice. his hand is on your waist holding you in place, you feel the tip of his cock enter you and you whimper at the sudden stretch

"hold on babe, it'll feel better soon" he grunts, laying his head on your shoulder. trying to control himself from fucking you senseless. the rest of him sinks into you slowly, making you moan as your walls stretch around him. "fuck your so fucking tight" he groans, brows pinched together. his mouth agape. your pull him into a kiss, and he moans.

a completely new feeling appears inside your stomach, your walls clench around this thick length. you feel a sense of pleasure and the knot releases making you moan

"fuck" namjoon looks at you "did you just cum from me just entering you" his forehead has drops of sweat

"cum?" you whimper, your mind completely gone

"fuck you're so innocent" sitting up he grabs your hips lifting them up, he grabs a pillow placing it underneath your hips

"i can't control myself no more" you look at his abs, your eyes look down and you see him inside you. making you wonder how he even fit. your walls clench around him even more as you think about it.

"fuck do you want my cock that badly" he pulls out enough to just leave his tip inside you, just to thrust into you, your whole body shivering with pleasure

he increases his pace and your a mess under neath him. unconsciously you spread your legs even more. making him smirk

"its sexy that you're spreading your legs for me, do you want it deeper" he grunts, as he thrusts into you once more "don't worry i'll hit all your good spots"

you thug your nails in his back, as he fastens his pace. "y/n you feel so fucking good" the pleasure was immense, every time he touched you his body screamed with pleasure, everything about you made him delirious. like every other time he had sex was meant to be with you.

you feel the feeling in your stomach again "namjoon i-"

"cum for me babe" his lips meet yours as he kisses you eagerly, after a few more thrust you cum for a second time, i cry out as he continues to pounce into me, reaching his own orgasm. his thrust get sloppy, he growls at the last few thrust before he releases into the condom. letting out little breaths as he tries to calm down

he brings his lips to yours kissing you roughly, his hand makes his way to your clit, entering two of his digits into you. you whine at the overstimulation

"wait namjoon" you whimper

"what" he growls

"i can't anymore" you grip his shoulders. he takes his fingers out of you, sitting up. you see his cock hardened again.

he takes off the used condom, tying it up he tosses it to he bin next to the bed

"babe i didn't take out just one" he picks up the string of condoms, a smug look appears on his face

"i'm tired"

"please" he kisses your inner thighs

"one more time" you stare at his dick, seeing how it twitches and it makes you feel good that you could make him hard so quickly

"fine one more time"

"get on all fours"

"what?"

"just be a good girl and listen" he slaps your thigh, you get up. getting on all fours as he lifts your ass up more.

"fuck your so fucking beautiful" you blush at his compliments

opening another condom he puts it on, wasting no time he thrusts into you. his grip on your waist tightens as he thrusts into you again.

"where the fuck have you been all my life" his heart tightens every time he rolls his hips into you

you whimper at his words, your hands griping onto the bed sheets

"namjoon" you moan his name

"yes" he grunts

"harder" you say weakly

"what ever you want" and he does exactly as you asked pulling out, he thrust harder into you making you gasp for air.

"fuck this feels so good" you manage to say, eyes shut close as the pleasure rushes through your entire body

namjoon focuses at how he disappears inside you, he bites his bottom lip. fastening his pace

"wa-wait i feel like i'm gonna pee" you whine

"just do it" namjoon groans

"wh-what"

"don't worry baby just squirt" not being able to argue with him, you feel yourself cumming again

not long after namjoon shoots into the condom again, he pulls out and you fall flat on the bed once he lets your waist go

"fuck..i can't get enough of you" he kisses your back, sucking on the skin

"namjoon i can't no more" you whine

"once more please" he continues to suck on your skin

you look at the string of condoms seeing there are three more left

"i really can't move"

"don't worry you won't have to get up"

"fine"

changing his condom once more he lays behind you, spooning you "alright" he lifts your thigh giving him space so he can slip inside of you, hands cupping your breast. as his other hand rubs your clit

"n-namjoon" you moan, he continues to thrust into you, bitting onto your shoulder making you whimper. "fuck i wanna know how it feels to fuck you raw" he moans

and the idea of him inside of you without any barrier made your walls clench around him

"shit, does that idea excite you" you couldn't last long this time, cumming shortly after. he followed you too

"y/n.." he groans

"no namjoon, i won't be able to walk" you lay on your back, hand on your stomach, as you still feel as if he was inside you. looking at namjoon he's covering his face with his forearm. you look down and see his dick, hard and up against his stomach

"what the hell are you" you laugh

your phone rings, making you reach for your skirt that was on the floor, you see it's jimin's number

[titanicfreija]

Freija was having a bad day, but apparently this other Titan was having a worse one. She stormed into the antechamber outside the arenas and kicked an ammo crate so hard it burst, sending the grenade cases flying into the walls and other guardians as they adjusted kits.

Freija recognized her as an opponent, remembering the one-eyed mask and holdfast chest piece. She was good, but the teammates had not been in that match, and Freija could guess that the pattern continued. Least of all because Freija herself had been carrying a rather heavy backpack today.

"Sorry," the Titan announced genuinely as she knelt to pick up the cases. "Bad day."

Freija headed over to help, silently stacking the cases so the other one could put them away, until the dented lid could be banged back into shape and shimmied back on.

The pair brushed themselves off and stood, both offering a hand to one another and shaking before the other Titan stepped back with a disgusted lip raised. "You're that asshole with the wave frame."

"And you're that asshole in one-eyed mask,” Freija replied. "You did great today."

The Titan shrugged to adjust the shoulder pads and shifted heavily on her feet. "I can't tell if you're making fun."

"You beat me," Freija pointed out. "Twice. Same reason, and the same reason I beat you the time I did. Drinks on me?"

The Titan lifted the helmet and dangled it at a side by the chin strap until her ghost 'matted it. "Fucking. Backpack!" She cried. "Shaxx's ranking system sucks!"

"It's young yet," Freija argued. "Needs some growing up, though."

"What the fuck is he calculating that put that baby warlock in with us? He had a hell of a time!"

Freija clapped the new friend on the back as she led the way to a favorite dive.

~

"And then the asshole says that my fucking helmet doesn't work! He's never tried it, he's hardly even heard of it, he doesn't even have any Titan friends and he's gonna tell me what the best armor is!"

"Fuck's sake, I won't go into dungeons or raids anymore, I get it all the time! WhY nOt ThUnDeRcRaSh, why don't you swap subclasses? I'm not a striker! Do I look like a striker?"

Gaio, the new friend, a brown-skinned human with short green hair, made a show of looking Freija up and down.

"I'm joking."

"You do look kinda striker-y in that outfit, but that's Crucible gear, right?"

"My raid kit is literally on fire," Freija explained, and she laughed. " I've never been a good striker."

The question seemed to have started something. Gaio stepped back to find the mirror behind the bar. "Do I look like a striker?"

Freija glanced at her new friend and appraised thoughtfully. "I always think of one-eyes as void," she admitted with a shrug. " I feel the fire, though, I can smell us out."

"I used to think that, but then I kept seeing Lorelei's helm and not smelling it, so I guessed it depended on the user."

"Been Arc slammed by someone in Lorelei's, too, you might not have been wrong."

The pair looked around the room passively and Gaio pointed out another Titan, this one still in her Crest of Alpha Lupi.

"Sentinel?" She asked.

"Striker," Freija argued. "Or Behemoth, they have this posture to 'em."

"We all stand like we're ready to tackle something," argued Gaio.

"That one is solar," Freija muttered, passing over the crowd. "This one?"

"Definitely sentinel. Heavy guard sword, shotgun, can't think of anyone else that stupid."

"I stand in my fire for those occasions."

"You don't use a shotgun. Not as mobile. Armor gives it away half the time, this is almost too easy. Need to catch us in the barracks or something, still in civvies."

Freija didn't make the remark she could, distracting herself with her drink.

"Damn I had a hell of a time today," complained Gaio. "Light preserve everything because I can't, those fools just joined my parties one right after another, I guessed Shaxx thought I could help them or something, and they were be eaten alive!"

Freija had been doing some of the chewing, so she only thought it fair to catch some complaints.

"You, too, I remember, I had a hell of a time catching up with you."

Freija laughed when she remembered. "I was being the baitiest bait ever, trying to get you guys to chase me and save them the peeking, and they still couldn't do it! Pretty sure your guys got them while we were playing ring-around."

"And you lived, too, 'til I finally chased you into both of the other two! You'd have been fine then if you didn't miss the jump!"

Freija palmed her forehead with a slap. "That was embarrassing."

"Naah, happens to all of us. You did the swing thrust into the window that time, that was neat. All the one-eighties and about-faces were great. Once you get to where you can shoot right after, you'll be flawless in no time."

"You been flawless?"

"Carried once. You'll get there."

[nerdlvr]

ur forgiven (u always will be u nvr need to apologise) bc ive missed my darling yap buddy and sexy diva author like who’s gonna entertain all my horrible and diabolical thoughts about jeno lee…☺️

on that note did u see all the tds3 encore clips i think i nearly fainted with the amount of times my ovaries probably exploded over how good everyone looked during the concert. Not just jeno but literally all of the dreamies holy fuck i am so proud to be a dreamzen 🥳

tds3 encore aside how have you been bae 🥹 what did you do in your 1 week break from tumblr? have you eaten today? take care of urself okay!!! stay warm, happy, healthy and safe 🩷 sending much love to u hehe mwah ૮ .◜◡◝ა

- 🥟 anon

that escalated quickly...

haechan for tds3 encore i literally levitated off my bed. everyone looked so beautiful i was in my bed crying WHY WASN'T I THERE TO SEE THAT. the shiny outfits and the tie dye shirt give me one chance PLEASEEEEE. but besides that they did so good and everything was so cute i'm so glad they all looked like they had fun and that they got through this tour safely.

TW! YAP SESSION

besides that i have literally been losing my mind and idek if im back on tumblr 100% yet. my little situationship talking stage thing is actually the worst texter known to mankind and i am coping with his daily disappearances and biting the curb when he texts me and i reply IMMEDIATELY that man gets whatever he wants the way he says my name and the diva attitude he gives me when we playfully fight (i'm delusional and he does not want me). but he's not like a bad person or anything he's genuinely sweet he just sleeps a lot and isn't good at texting (he send voice messages and videos of himself instead and facetimes)

school is going fine i have this assignment i have been putting off because it's not really that hard (it is like 2 weeks overdue LMAO) but the professor hasn't graded anything so i'm not stressing and work is going pretty good actually.

i hate to admit it but my brain has just been occupied with that dumbass MAN SOMEONE FREE ME FROM THE RESTRAINTS OF ORDINARY MEN UGHHHH.

i also don't want you guys to misunderstand me, i haven't been updating my work because i don't want to give you guys crap writing and stuff just to update. i rather wait to update when i actually have the ideas and enthusiasm because i think you guys deserve the best of my abilities.

you better be taking care of yourself dumpling cause if something were to happen to you i would actually teleport you you somehow idk how but id do it i swear

[a-heart-like-a-sparrow]

December 24th, 2023 - Christmas

────────────────────────────── Woke up at 11 AM Had breakfast (at noon) It ended well ──────────────────────────────

☆.。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆

Merry Christmas!

This is gonna be quick because I'm having dinner really soon. You can see it at the top of the entry... as always!

Today was actually really stressful because my mither and I cleaned the house and arranged the tree. Yes, we put it on Christmas. I know it's late, but we weren't feeling the Christmas joy yet.

But everything's fine now! I was gonna show my outfit for the night, but I got uncomfortable and changed them lol. I'm wearing my normal clothes now.

I didn't finish any drawing tho. I'd been cleaning my bedroom and then I showered. I'll see if I finish one for tomorrow, as a little gift.

It's feeling like summer already! I can fel it in the air. I don't know why but I can sense that the air is different when it's a special time, it happens when school is over or the year is ending. It feels good. The vibes are real!

I'm fucking hungry, I'm just waiting for my mother. She looks beautiful! We're even wearing red t-shirts (twinning)

The only problem is that I haven't checked my computer yet. I guess I'll wait a bit more. I'm scared. Smashing the keyboard is not working anymore. Send help.

But anyway, I won't let that ruin this time. The song for today is "kisses" by Slowdive, it gives me summer vibes. It's also my favourite one from the album. Yeah, that's really basic, but at least I'm listening to something I like, leave me alone.

Okay, this wasn't very short lol. But my mother is back, it's time to eat! I'll see y'all tomorrow.

Merry Christmas again! Have a good night and rest well.

☆.。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆

[andraxicated]

Asking jjk men to do a trend/thirst trap

Pairings: Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna x f!reader

Tags: suggestive | established relationship | profanities

a/n: this trend

Gojo

"Of course! But I'm too busy for this week, I'll do it when I have time <3" Gojo texts you back to your request of him doing that trend you found. Having no courage to ask him this personally, you resort to texting him to save face in case he refuses. But honestly, Gojo would never refuse a request from you especially if it includes boosting his ego. He does what you say without questioning it because he's that confident.

Actually jealous of the 'blueprint' you sent him and rolls his eyes when he sees the editing skills of the guy. Gojo claims to be better than that and spends his time studying how to edit.

Because of him being busy in sorcerer work; he just sends you the video he made with a wink emoji and an attachment message: "ya got what you asked for?". You smile at his cocky attitude and play the video he sent you.

"Oh fuck-" You squeal, letting out a silent scream because your rationality is crumbling down as you see your boyfriend doing the trend; exceeding your expectations. Your colleagues look over to you but they soon get back to typing on computers.

Three different panels moving around: one with his usual work outfit, black shirt without the blindfold, and whatthefuck another where he's naked?? You see a peek of his other limb

"I-Im gonna kill him. This is so not safe for work." You cover your mouth from screaming, back hunched as you take in the full glory of your boyfriend who's awaiting your reply.

Satoru: " You okay? You didn't pass out?🤒"

Toji

"No. You always see me anyway what's the point?" Toji immediately shuts down your request as you roll around the bed, throwing a tantrum, pleading to him with whines and groans. Toji has always been a very tough nut to crack. He won't simply ask what you want him to do, so he just needs a little push to make him bend to your will.

"You're really not gonna do it?" You ask with a challenging lilt as Toji clicks his tongue. He has known you long enough that he already expected what you were gonna do.

"No." "Okay, I'll just keep looking at these guys, they're much hotter anyway." At hearing this, Toji snatches your phone with a growl and goes out of the bed exiting the room.

"I don't know how to edit shit so don't expect a good result." He grumbles and glares at you while you clap and scream as he shuts the other room's door at your face.

A few hours later, on Toji's lap, you watch the video as he takes some peeks at your face to know your reaction. He's lowkey nervous and embarrassed because this is so not him.

Your jaw drops so hard at the effortless charm your husband displays with his grey sweatpants get-up. Toji's smirks and smiles throughout the video make your whole body tremble.

"Toji, you don't even need to edit!" You say to him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pepper kisses along his face and neck.

"Are you happy now?" He asks you like a child who got their wishes and you nod happily. "I'm gatekeeping you" You whisper playfully while his hands rest on your ass.

"damn right"

Nanami

You always respected Nanami's boundaries in fear of him getting uncomfortable with your actions and in return he respected yours. Asking him to do this internet crap would probably cross the line and be the doom of your relationship.

"No" A hard no from Nanami that made you feel so small and uneasy. He looks over at you, checking your reaction and feeling bad because he refused.

Coming home from work one night, you exchange your shoes for the house slippers and confusingly entered the dim house. It's your boyfriend's day off today but the house seemed empty, save for the bright little kitchen bulbs.

"Nanami?" Worry was beginning to take over you as you continue to whisper his name, walking the hallways. Shaking hands grip the doorknob as you press your ear closer to the wooden door.

"ahhhhhhhhhh cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody"

A snort comes out of your mouth and the corners of your mouth automatically turn up as the song continues. The feminine urge to just barge into the room and scream "caught in 4k!" is so strong but if you probably do that, you won't ever see the video he's currently making.

You wait in the kitchen, scrolling at your phone, messaging friends about how lucky you are in your relationship and, receiving some bitter but friendly replies from them. Nanami then comes out of your room with a loose necktie, face with an expression you've never seen from him.

"hi" You wave over at him mockingly.

"hi"

You perch your head on your hands, elbows rested on the counter; sending Nanami a gaze that both of you knew.

"So when are you gonna show me the video?"

Sukuna

"Are you kidding me?" Sukuna asks with a menacing tone that's supposed to scare the wits out of you but years of being with him made you immune. You shook your head and show him the example video of the guy. Sukuna glares at the phone as if it's his worse enemy to encounter yet.

"I want you to that."

"Who are you to order me around? And babe..." He sighs, massaging his forehead, jaw tense at your stubbornness that's egging him on. Yeah, really who are you to order him around?

You laugh at him causing Sukuna to stop massaging his temples and look at your smiley face. "It's okay, I was just joking around." You kiss his cheek and bury yourself in his warm arms, hoping to forget the awkward atmosphere.

Well, Sukuna definitely knew you weren't joking. He keeps looking at himself doing the trend, one click away from sending you the video but he can't seem to do so. He lays on the bed facing the ceiling, upper body bare, lower half only with dark blue jeans that you said he looked sexy in.

He laughs at the memory that made his heart swell with the overwhelming love he had for you.

"This girl makes me do shit I don't do."

He gets back up and sends you the video, burning holes through his phone until he threw it beside him on the bed.

"She'll like it, she always did." He internally comforts himself.

[jackharlou]

Missing you crazy

Concept: Missing your boyfriend and feeling like he doesn't care about you like you care about him.

Word count: 1.9k

"What are you up to?" - Jack asked through the screen, the only "place" you've seen him for almost a month.

"Getting ready to go Josh's house" - you said while placing your phone against the mirror on your vanity to be able to start doing your makeup.

"What's happening there?"

"Today's his birthday... Jack, we talked about this yesterday. I literally told you I was going there today. Do you even listen to me?" - you asked laughing, you weren't being serious, but apparently your question had some true you didn't realize before, because in that moment Jack started talking with probably Urban and stopped paying attention to you.

"Sorry baby, what were you saying?" - he asked focusing again on his phone.

"Yeah, you don't" - you answered your own question, with a little bit of hurt showing in your voice.

"What you mean?" - he asked confused.

"Nothing. I have to go, I'm gonna be late. Have a good session"

"Well, ok. Send me pics, I lov..." - you hung up before he could finish, you really didn't want to hear more from him, at least not for a few.

It hit you hard right there and then; being in a relationship like that is basically being in a relationship with yourself. When was the last time you saw him? When was the last time you kissed him? When was the last time he acted like he cared about something you said? You know he loves you, but you once heard love isn't always enough, and apparently that is true.

You got ready and left your house, not seeing the few missing calls from Jack.

He didn't understand. He didn't understand why you weren't answering but were posting pics and videos drinking and dancing with your friends. You looked beautiful, and he felt sad you didn't show him first before you left the house, as you usually did. Something was wrong and he couldn't understand what was it.

The next day you were checking your phone and saw tons of videos, recorded by your friends, of you crying about missing Jack and him not loving you anymore. You just prayed to the one above none of your friends sent that to him.

You got a video call from Jack when you were making dinner, so you placed your phone somewhere he could see you and answered.

"Hey" - you murmured.

"First you hang up on me, then you go out without showing me your outfit, which you always do. Then your friends send me videos of you crying because you think I don't love you anymore and you go MIA the whole day. Can you explain what's happening? Why are you feeling and acting like this?" - he spilled out so fast, looking desperate.

"I was just drunk, I'm sorry they sent that"

"y/n, it isn't about me seeing that or you being drunk. It's about you feeling some type of way and not telling me"

"Jack, it's whatever" - you said starting to feel annoyed.

"y/n, be upfront about it. What the fuck is going on? Because I thought we were ok"

"Of course you feel that way. You're away doing whatever it is that you're doing when I'm just here waiting for my boyfriend to call because when I do, he can't answer. I'm here living in a relationship alone because I don't feel supported by my partner, because he just doesn't listen, doesn't have time for me or simply does not care. I miss you, and I fucking need you sometimes and you're not here and neither there because I can't never reach you. You have a girlfriend whenever you want because I'm always here, glued to my phone, waiting for you to call, or waiting for you to have time so I can hop in a plane and fly miles to see you for a day, but I don't have a boyfriend when I need him because he's doing way more important things" - that wasn't the way you expected to talk about your feelings and thoughts but he made you feel against the wall and you exploded.

He didn't answer at first. He just sat there, looking at nowhere, thinking about what you just said. He was about to talk when you started talking again.

"I invited the guys over for dinner and they just got here. We'll talk later, if you can, of course. Love you" - and again, you hung up on him, but now that he knew what what's happening, he knew he needed to do something. The first thing he did was call Neelam and ask for her help. She gave him some advice and the conversation ended with her setting a private jet for him to go see you as soon as possible.

So, the next morning you wake up hearing the ring bell. You quickly got up, trying to fix yourself and opened the door.

"Jack? What are you doing here?" - you asked confused.

"I had to come here, since you only hang up the phone on me"

You looked at him and moved to give him space to come in - "Give me a sec, you got me out of bed"

In a couple of minutes you two were sitting on your couch, with you being a little bit more awake and presentable - "I didn't say that to make you come here"

"I know you didn't, but I didn't feel it was right to talk about that over the phone, specially with you not letting me talk"

"Sorry about that" - you murmured.

"Baby, I miss you so fucking bad when I'm away, and you don't know how hard I'm working my ass and making everyone else work the same way just because I want to be done with the album as fast as possible so I can be back with you. You think I like being away from you? I hate it! I used to be ok traveling because I didn't have anyone to come back to, but now I'm constantly desperate to talk to you, to come back home, to rush all the work and the team to get here faster. Why do you think I don't love you anymore? Please, talk to me, because I don't understand where is this coming from"

"Its just that I talk to you and its like talking to a wall. You don't remember a thing that I say. I have to repeat myself all the time and that hurts because I'm here for every little thing you do, I remember everything, I even remember the birthdays of your friends just because they're important to you, so that makes them important to me, but it seems like you don't care about what I care, about the people I love. I don't know, maybe I'm overthinking too much but that's how I'm feeling right now"

He got quiet and thought about what you just said. He was processing it before saying something - "I hate to say it but I think you're right. Now that you say it, I do see myself neglecting you and not giving you the attention you deserve. I'm still new to having someone back home so I don't know what should I do, but still, that isn't an excuse. I love you, and yes, I... I get buried in my work and in the million things I'm asked to do, but that doesn't mean that's more important than you. I need to learn how to balance everything out, so please let me learn and figure it out, don't push me aside and stop hanging up on me. Talk to me when you think something isn't working the way it should because baby, i love you so fucking much, and I don't want to lose you over something we could easily work on"

In his words you could feel the sincerity and the love he had for you and that made you see it was just an obstacle that was thrown at you, but you could overcome it.

You sat on his lap, hugging him and now being a few centimeters away from his face you couldn't resist joining your lips with his, making the two of you moan.

"I missed this" - you murmured on his lips, with your eyes still closed and your forehead against his.

"Then don't stop doing it" - he whispered back, making you kiss him again.

"I know you have work and school, but I have to go back to LA tonight. Do you think you can go back with me? At least for the night, I just miss going to bed with you, holding you and..."

You cut him off with another kiss, this time a shorter one - "I'll go. I could stay for maybe a week, if that's ok with you"

"I'll be more than happy" - he answered with a little smile.

"You're so whipped, boy" - you said laughing.

"Hell yes, I am" - he said proud.

"I'm sorry about the way I acted" - you were very much aware that you hanging up on him and not talking about how you were feeling wasn't very mature.

"It's ok, baby. We're learning on the way. I know it doesn't always seem like it because you see me going out with the guys, working all the time, but I do think about you, I miss you like crazy all the time. There are things I see or do that make me think "she would like this" and it hurts me that you're not there with me. I go to bed and fuck, I hate sleeping without you, I even feel like I don't rest well. There's so much you don't see or know because I know you're feeling the same so I don't want to make it worse"

"Jack, you will never bother me or make me feel worse by sharing your thoughts or feelings. I want to know what's going through your mind. I'm here for you anytime, and you know, hearing that you're missed and loved doesn't hurt anyone"

"You're right. Let's promise each other we'll talk about whatever it is that we're feeling"

You kissed his lips slowly, holding his face with your hands - "Promise" - you whispered.

"Let's prepare your luggage and get in bed after. I could use some home sleep" - having him see your place as his home was something that filled your heart in a way you never thought possible.

The next few days in LA were everything you and your relationship needed.

Just seeing the passion he worked with, the effort he made to have everything come out perfect and the work ethic he had was so inspiring and made you feel better with the time you're away from each other, because you know that's his dream and supporting him, in every aspect of his life, was your main priority.

You were cuddle up on the couch, watching Jack inside the booth working on a new song. It might seem boring to just be there all day watching and hearing him, but you were so happy and at peace there. You enjoyed every second you had with him, even if the room was filled with more people.

"This is what he needed" - Urban said sitting next to you, handing you a bag of candies.

"What?" - you asked.

"You. He needed you. He was working well but there's a huge change in him since you got here. It's like you're his fuel, it's weird. Even when you just talk on the phone his demeanor changes. I know this is a very best friend thing to say but that idiot loves you like crazy"

You smiled looking at Jack through the glass. Somehow he felt your eyes on him because he looked at you and smiled back.

"I love you" - he said without making a sound. Mimicking him, you said it back, and with a smile he turned and kept working.

[barnesbabee]

collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read  ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

[itsamendesmadness]

Jacob Elordi x reader (female) part 2

“Up in the sky”

Summary: first date kind of nervous haha

a/n: I’m so excited for where this is heading. Hope y’all like it as much as I do. As always, let your imagination fly.🪶 part 3 is up

Warning: strong language, as fluff as it can get, sex talk, grammar error(maybe)

Wc: 966

A week has passed since the not so terrible date. The sensation of his hot breath near your ear keeps lingering in your brain. You reach for your phone and think “maybe I should just text him”, but you don't want to sound desperate. It's only been a week. Now that you think about it he doesn't have your contact nor know your socials. You go to his contact “Elordi” and open the text messages. You start to type in just a simple hey, but think to yourself “fuck his not gonna remember me”. As you start to type in an explanation of who you are, the phone dings. You put your phone face down on the table and start pacing around the apartment. “Shit shit shit” you say repeatedly. You put your phone face up and peek at the message. You shake your hands nervously and answer.

*Phone conversation reads*

Y/N: hey.

Jacob: “Hey, I didn't think you would text.”

Y/N: It was just a brief pause for dramatic effect. How are you?

Jacob:” You know I could stand here and talk to you all day, but I prefer to have this conversation in person. Can I see you?”

Y/N: Okay… send me the deets.

You quickly walk up to your best friend's apartment, which happens to be next door. And hysterically start knocking at the door calling her name. Until she opens the door looking as gray as a corpse.

Kaity: “What- what is wrong with you? What happened?”

Y/N: Remember the guy from last week?

Kaity: “The jackass?”

Y/N: You set me up with that guy. I’ll never let you forget that. Anyways, it 's Elordi… Jacob Elordi.

Kaity: Shut uppp!! Yessss babeee! I love that for you!.

Y/N: You need to help me find something to wear.

Kaity: I’m kind of in the middle of something, but I’ll help you when I’m done.

Y/N: Is there somebody here with you? You bitch! Go get it Kit Kat!

A man shouts, lurking his head from the bathroom “babe come on!” as you walk out the apartment feeling proud for Kit Kat. You get to your room and start looking for something to wear. You start getting frustrated because you don’t even know where you're going and don’t want to look overdressed for whatever it is you're doing. You decide to do what you always do when you have a fashion crisis, go on pinterest. You find the perfect happy medium, a black high rise bodysuit with an open back, paired with medium rise ripped black jeans and Air Force One. Your best friend walks in the room with the after sex glow on her face. She slowly sits on the bed.

Kaity: “Okayyy , I love the outfit you have on. Especially how your skin peeks out the waist cut outs.” You look literally stunning. He’s gonna be speechless .”

Y/N: I think I’ll be speechless. Do you think I should do a low bun or low pony?

Kaity: ”Low bun for sure and chunky gold rings. That 's classy af.“

You sit next to her and start wondering what’s taking him so long. Does he not want to see you tonight? Did his phone uncharge? Is he filming today?. You check your phone and notice three unread messages from him.

*Phone messages reads*

Jacob: pinned location “California State Fair”

“ Hope you’re not scared of heights 😉”

“ Meet me at the hot dog cart at 7:30pm “

You show the messages to Kaity.

Kaity exclamates: “fuck y/n you hate heights!”

Y/N: I’m not gonna say anything. I’ll just have to get over my fear today. You say to her laughing nervously. You lock your phone and grab your bag. I’m gonna head out now, lock up when you leave.

You finally arrive at the fair just in time. You parked near as usual. You get out of the car and start walking. Your heart starts racing as you see Jacob in the distance. He looks so hot in that plain black t-shirt with the gold chained wrap around his neck like a ribbon on a new car. When you get to the hot dog cart he’s playing with his chain, moving it from side to side with his fingers. He bends down to greet you with a soft warm hug. “You look stunning,” he says, bringing his moist lips together. You turn your head looking at the rides to not seem so nervous and answer to him politely “So do you.” He sees you looking at the rides and thinks you want to get on the ferris wheel. “I got tickets for the ferris wheel,” Jacob says excitedly. You don’t want to rain on his parade so you decide to go. “Sure” as you start walking. ”He’s so tall” you think to yourself.

It’s your turn to get on, but you wait for the ride to come to a stop. Jacob lets you get in first holding your hand so you don’t fall on your face. You can tell he can feel your sweaty palms on his cold skin. Jacob turns to you as he sits down and says ‘are you nervous?’. You look him straight in the eyes and just smile nervously. “Umm.. you can get closer if that 'll help” he says. The ride starts to take off and the cab starts squealing. “Oh- that doesn't sound right” you say. He leans in on you and puts his arm around your shoulders. You slowly place your head on his chest and he places his hand on your head. Somehow you forgot the height the cab was at. It felt like his heart was singing to you with soft harmonies.

[hotforharrysheart]

Coachella Virgin Part 1

The bedroom was dark except for the light from your laptop. Earbuds in, you were totally engrossed in an old episode of Dateline where a man convicted for pushing his wife off a cliff was being interviewed. He was about to make his confession when you felt the hand on your shoulder.

“Ahhh!!” you shrieked your body jumping and knocking the laptop over onto a pillow. “What the hell, Harry, you scared the shit outta me!” you say grabbing your chest.

“Jesus, babe, why do ya always watch tha’ kinda stuff alone in the dark?!” He says shaking his head and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“I’m thinking about this story for my first podcast. It’s eerily interesting!” You look at your laptop, “Geez it’s late”

Harry takes his shoes off with a thud and crawls into bed next to you propped up against the headboard. You close the laptop and move to sit between his legs.

“How did your meeting go?” You whisper when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Went well…the outfit ‘m gonna wear is sorted an’ ready…I’m looking forward ta it, gonna be a lot of people there.”

“I’m excited for you, H. You’re gonna kill it.”

Kissing behind your ear he whispers, “Come to LA wi’ me, love. Ya can come to rehearsal an’ then ride up wi’ me ta La Quinta.”

Turning your head to look at him you see his green eyes searching yours.

"H, you're gonna be so busy....and I have nothing to wear...it’s not like I’ve ever been to something like that…” you say, fidgeting with the end of your T-shirt.

“Here’s my phone. Text, Lambert,” he says casually.

Stunned, you look him straight in the eyes, “Harry, he’ll be dressing everyone. He won’t have time for me.” You draw you fingers up to your mouth and say, "Plus, I can’t just text Lambert!”

He sighs and grabs his phone and shoots a quick text and says, "Baby, I don' jus’ want ya there, I need ya there...."

You sigh.

“C’mere,” he says wrapping his arms tightly around you and pulling your fingers from your mouth. “Wish ya wouldn’t do tha’, ya’ll ruin ya polish…”

"So, what would you like me to wear?" You ask.

His eyebrows go up.

Turning to him you question, "By the way what are YOU wearing?"

"First of all, ya’ll have ta wait ta see wha’ I wear, when ya get there, ‘s a secret, an’ second, don't ever ask me wha’ I wan’ ya ta wear, because it makes me hard thinkin’ abou’ it.”

His phone beeps, just as you’re about to argue.

“’S Lambert. Here’s ya choices,” he says, kissing down your throat.

Scrolling through, "H, these are kinda revealing, do you think I can pull it off?"

“’Course ya can. An’ then I’ll pull it off,” he says, smirking.

"Harry!" you say squirming on his lap. You whisper in his ear, "I can feel you poking me in the bum, think you better settle down!"

“Can’ help it, love. Know what ya do ta me…’n I missed ya today…” he says kissing down your neck and nibbling his way back up.

"What do you think about this gold beaded with the pale pink?" You say, resting your head back against his shoulder.

“Love the pink but I’d like ya ta have different lingerie under there. I’ll get Alessandro ta send some over…maybe like the red set?”

“Umm, Harry that set barely covers my ass, hard no!” You say, giggling.

He kisses you deeply maintaining eye contact, "I really love ya in as little as possible..."

A blush creeps up on your cheeks down to your chest, “You really do, don’t you?”

"I love ya babe an’ I want ya ta feel sexy tha’ night, because when ya feel sexy…mmm, it makes me crazy."

“You make me feel sexy, H.” you pant.

"Wha’ are ya wearing under this?" He says trying to pull up your shirt. He's smirking at your expression as you move to straddle him.

“Well, mister, I have nothing on under this shirt, but you have rehearsals to get to early in the morning, you need to rest..." you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hmmm…I think I need ta rehearse something else first…” he says, while threading his fingers in your hair.

"You don't think you better save up that energy?" You say, rolling your hips into his.

"Fuck, love,” he groans looking down where your hips meet. “Got enough energy fo’ both. Don’ I?” He says with a smile.

You shiver and goosebumps break out all over your body. “You DO know how to make things last."

Harry runs his hands up your thighs to your bum and pulls you closer. “Wan’ you.” He mutters against your lips. “Wan’ ya s’bad. Tell me baby, do ya wan’ me, too?”

Running your hands through his hair you touch your forehead to his. “Jesus, H..."

"Take this off fo’ me." He states in a low voice.

You cross your arms, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and twist it off over your head and throw it to the side.

His fingers draw light circles on your lower back causing you to shiver. You lean forward to gently place a light kiss on his raspberry-colored lips. He moves his hands to the sides of your neck and slants his head in order to take the kiss deeper.

“Open fo’ me.” He says, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue. His tongue dives in and his kiss become ravenous. “How do ya wan’ me babe?" He pants against your lips while his thumbs stroke your cheeks. He pulls your head down and kisses his way to your ear, "How do ya wan’ my cock? Fast? Slow? Here? On the chair? On the floor? However, wherever, anything ya want. Tell me how ya want me ta take ya…”

You moan against his lips.

"Can smell ya, know tha’ ya wan’ me,” he whispers before sucking on your earlobe.

Your eyes flutter. “I…oh god…just like this. Want to ride you just like this. Slow. I want to really feel you, H.” You can feel your wet pussy rubbing against the zipper on his trousers. You know you’re making a wet spot on them.

His hands run down your chest to cup your breasts as his mouth kisses it’s way down your neck and collarbone.

You feel him smile against the swell of your breast when he mutters in his deep raspy voice, the one that comes naturally to him when he’s really turned on, "My baby wants it slow an’ easy, huh?" His mouth is working his way to your hard nipple. His hands have worked their way down and are rubbing circles on the cheeks of your bum.

“Yes. Want you so bad, H. Wanna touch you, taste you, smell you…hear you…it’s all so, so good.”

Pulling up on your bum, "Up, please."

You huff loudly.

“Just fo’ a minute, baby….s’I can get these trousers off."

“The shirt too.” You demand. Standing, you can't help but do whatever you can to get him stripped at lightning speed, stealing kisses among the buttons and zippers. “H, you’re so beautiful,” you whisper looking him up and down.

He gives you a full dimpled smile and actually blushes. “C'mere," he says as he moves to the bed, pulling you to him and onto his lap. “God, ya feel s’good, love. Ya s’soft… can’ stop touching ya.”

Sliding your hands up his arms, over his biceps to settle on his shoulders, you kiss his lips and then kiss down his neck. “Might want to tell the band you’re gonna be late in the morning. This rehearsal might run over,” you mutter, scraping your teeth against his sharp jaw. Your hand slides down his chest and stomach until you reach his happy trail.

His nostrils flair as you grab his cock.

“Might have to rehearse more than one position,” you say, positioning him at your entrance.

"Fuckin' hell, babe,” he groans. “Ya ready fo’ me?"

You don’t answer, you simply push your hips forward until he enters you.

His head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent sigh, "I love how that feels.... the first time you slide in, it’s like I can feel you through my whole body,” you moan, grinding down farther on him so he's as deep as you can take him.

Bodies so close your nipples are brushing his chest.

“Touch me here." You grab his hands and move them to your breasts. “Tell me…tell me how much you love them,” you whisper.

He groans cupping your breasts and lightly pinching your nipples. He leans forward to kiss your lips and then down farther to kiss one nipple. “Sweetheart, love ev'ry damn thing ‘bout this body, an’ these tits, my tits....mmmm…s’good," he says thrusting his hips slightly causing you to let out a squeaky moan. Pressing his forehead to yours he whispers, "These tits are amazing, someday I want ya ta let me fuck ‘em."

You gasp. “Y-yeah?”

"Baby, did ya jus’ get wetter?” he says against your lips. “Does tha’ excite my girl?"

Rolling your hips, you tell him, “everything about fucking you excites me, H. I want it…I want it all.” You lean forward to whisper in his ear, "I want you to teach me how to please you in ways I’ve never experienced, I want you to show me how to please you in all ways.”

His head falls back. “Jesus fuc-king Christ babe…shit.”

You raise up a little and then grind back down on him. “I'm so wet for you H, and you’re so fucking hard.” You kiss his mouth. “Mmm… How can you be so hard and feel so gentle to me all at the same time?” You pull his fingers to your clit. “Tell me how much you love your cunt.”

"I dream about my cunt an’ our spot, sometimes someone will be talkin’ ta me abou’ something an’ I'll kinda space out reminiscing the feel, the taste, the smell, the sounds when it’s really wet…”

You involuntarily clench down on him.

"Hmm…do tha’ again, darling," he says rolling his head back. "Squeeze me." He licks his lips. “Yeah, it's kinna embarrassing ta look down an’ hope tha’ no one notices wha’ I'm spaced out abou’."

You moan.

"God, babe, I love tha’ this cunt gets wetter when I talk dirty ta ya,” he whispers as he licks your lips. He kisses you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your bottom lip. “I love how it holds me tight, like the snuggest hug ever." Reaching down to grasp your thighs, “I love these legs that cradle me while I make love to ya…when I fuck ya…” He looks down in between you and he can see you moving over his dick. And how wet his dick is.

You notice him looking and run your hands through his hair.

His mouth drops open. “Holy fuck babe.”

He takes your hand and slides your fingers down to where you’re joined, "Can ya feel tha’? ‘M s’deep when ya sat like this." Guiding your hips up and down, he searches your eyes, "How’s tha’ feel?"

Your mouth drops open, “Feels so good.”

"Rub ya clit, love," he says, kissing your forehead.

Your fingers move slowly on your clit and you shiver, clenching down on him. “H-harry.... h-help me....." you say with a whine, cupping your breasts with your head to the side.

"Wha’ do ya need, huh?"

"Touch me.”

“I am touching ya.” He smirks. “Use ya words, love.”

You huff and look down at your tits. “Want you to...to....bite them.”

“Bite where?” But he’s gulping.

In barely a whisper you say, “suck them and bite my nipples."

He thrusts up hard.

“Ahh-ah...Jesus, Harry…did you just get harder?” you say, searching his face.

He’s panting. “Fuck, yes! How hard, baby, hmmm? How hard do ya wan’ me ta bite them?”

“Bite them hard, H! Really just…bite them hard!” You hold them up to him like an offering.

Taking both in his hands and moves his mouth to the right one and begins to kiss and suck the tip into a pointed end.

You look down just in time to see those beautiful white teeth of his bite at your nipple as his lips close around them

“Ahhh! Oh my fucking god!!!” You sob out along with a loud moan.

He pops off, "Was tha’ good? Babe, did I do it righ’?”

You’re panting, head thrown back. “God, that was so fucking good. I..holy shit.”

He’s smirking in awe..."Makes me s’fuckin’ hard when ya tell me how ta please ya.” He repeats the same action on your other tit and you feel like you might explode. He groans as he feels you get wetter. He pushes you off his lap. “Lay back, love.”

You nod. “Ok.”

He moves to hover over you and kiss you sucking your tongue into his own mouth. He then kisses down your body.

“H…w-what…w-what’re you doing?”

"Jesus, I gotta have a taste...I need ta taste ya cream on my tongue"

Your eyes go wide, "But I'm so wet?"

He groans. “Mmmm - Exactly”

"And you've been inside me."

"An tha’ makes ya wetter knowin’ tha’ doesn't it?" He grins. “Tha’ I wanna taste ya wi’ a little mix of me in there, fuck tha’s sexy innit?”

You blush and shyly nod your head

“I’m dripping for you, Harry.”

He smirks. “Lemme help ya wi’ tha’.”

You can't help it, your fingers go straight to your mouth in nervous anticipation.

Just as he's about to kiss your cunt, he slowly reaches up and pulls your hand away from your mouth, "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, babe.”

He keeps your hand in his, threading your fingers together. Maintaining deep eye contact, he licks a long, deep stripe through your soaked slit from your entrance to the hood of your clit.

Your back arches sharply and your eyes close. You’re so sensitive and swollen, you know it won’t take long for him to make you come undone.

"Keep ya eyes on me, ok?"

Your chest is heaving. “H…”

"Wan' ya ta cum on my tongue an’ look into my eyes knowing it's me tha’s making ya feel s’good.”

You nod. You watch as he licks another long stripe up your slit, first softly and then a second harder one causing your hips to jerk up.

He moves his hand to hold you down and then sucks your swollen clit into his mouth. You cry out and can’t keep your eyes open.

He pops off.

“No! Why’d you stop?”

"Where are ya eyes supposed ta be?"

“On yours,” you pant.

"Who's makin’ it feel good?" he demands.

You roll your head to the side.

He bites his lip in anticipation…then smacks your clit. “I said, who’s makin’ ya feel good?” He asks again.

“Ahhhh! Fuck! Oh my god, Harry…You are!”

"Tha’s right, this is my cunt, now let me taste it properly, with ya eyes on me,” he says sternly.

"Harry, I'm so sensitive!"

"Good, I like you like tha’."

Groaning, “Please! Need you to do something!”

“Eyes on me, please.” He smirks, and with that incredible tongue of his, he licks deeply into your pussy.

Your legs fall apart wider and your hips buck up. You squeeze his fingers when he latches on to your clit and begins to circle it with a pointed tongue.

He pops off, then goes back in, circles, pops off, then goes back in again.

Mouth open, you’re trying to hold in the shriek that's deep in your chest. “Ungh...Ha-Har…f-feel so fucking good..." you moan in a breathy voice.

His beautiful green eyes have turned black with lust and determination. “Need ta hear ya....need ta see ya cum...please...love" he says in between popping off and back on, his lips glistening with your juices.

"Harry, I-I-I need to close my eyes! I have to! I’m sorry! I have to!”

With dilated, lust-filled eyes, he pops off, "No. You. Look. At. Me. Cum fo’ me, please, I need to see it in ya eyes.”

“Oh Fuck-oh Fuck-oh fuck!”

His mouth suctions back to your clit and you can feel your release exploding through your body.

“There she is….good girl,” he praises against your cunt, “My good girl.”

You’re panting desperately trying to catch your breath.

He moves up your body to rest on his elbows, face to face. He’s brushing your hair out of your face on either side laying soft kisses on your cheeks. “Jus’ breathe, darling, please, jus’ breathe…did s’good fo’ me. Just wish I could capture tha’ moment ya eyes change when ya cum. Jesus, I can be such a selfish bastard when it comes to ya orgasms…” he mutters to himself. “Ya body dances fo’ me, ya voice sings an’ ya eyes show me ya soul…it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen,” he says smiling down at you. “Ya ok?” He kisses your lips and ruts his hips into yours. “Need ya, darlin. ‘M so hard.”

Running your hands through the curls hanging down in his face, “I’m yours Harry, take me."

"Ya sure ya ok, baby?"

Hands grabbing at his biceps. “Yes, H, I’m good! So good! I’ll…cum again. Cum a-again for you! I want you inside me. Now.”

He sits back on his knees between your legs. You attempt to sit up with him and he shakes his head, “No stay there.”

Grinning he looks proudly at you. “Babe, ya so fucked out, ain't cha? Never seen ya so...’s like ya outta ya body or summat.” Lust turns his accent thick and deep. “Ya eyes are all glassy.”

You giggle. “I just…I…Harry, what you do to me. Just…God.”

“Wha’ do I do ta ya baby?” he says, smirking.

“You make me crazy with desire and love and…it’s intense. I…can’t get enough.” You smile shyly. “You’ve well and truly ruined me, Styles,” you say with a girlish giggle.

He throws his head back with a laugh, “Ya ruined me too, love.” Suddenly, he grabs you under your knees and pulls you onto his thighs so that your bum is propped up and your pussy is perfectly aligned with his cock. He runs his finger tips down your chest from collarbones, over your breasts, and down to your luscious thighs, "Need ta fuck ya like this, 'm s’hard...can ya open wider fo’ me...maybe I can just slide in like this.”

You gasp as he pulls you closer.

“Wrap ya legs around me babe…yeah, jus’ like tha’,” he says, just as you open your legs wider and put your feet next to his bum. His hands slide to your waist. Panting he says, “put me in babe.”

You reach to put him in.

Bangs hanging on his forehead, eyes nearly black with lust, so hard he feels like he’s on fire. “Unnngh…God Damn, when ya come hard like tha’, ya s’tight after...relax, love, let me in, babe." He's watching intently as his cock slowly disappears inside you.

You can't help but smile seeing the pleasure on his face, "So good, Harry… you always feel so good inside me.” You arch your back and your eyes roll back.

He lets out a loud groan as he bottoms out. Blowing out a puff of air, “Jesus fuck, love. Ya have no idea how good this feels.” With his right hand he brushes down your arched body between your breasts down to your tummy. "So fuckin' beautiful."

You squeeze your pussy tight on him and make eye contact to see his response.

“Fuck! Don’! I’ll cum! I’ll fuckin’ cum!” he pleads. His hands move to your waist, biceps flexing, he’s moving you on him. In deep…pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in - setting a steady pace.

Your fingers reach for his forearm. “Harder....H, please, fuck me harder."

"Touch yourself an I'll fuck ya harder," he says, panting.

Tit's bouncing, you slide your hands down to your sensitive swollen clit and gasp at how good it feels.

"Tha's it babe. Fuck me, tha’ feels s’good...keep goin'"

"D-don't stop Harry, please.”

Watching himself going in and out, “God…ya should see yaself like this, baby. Wish I had a camera.”

He feels you gush at his words. “Fuck!”

"Oooo, Harry right there....Oh my god, that's..."

"Tha’s our spot innit?"

You roll your head, "mmmm...yeeessss....." You can't help but smile blissfully.

His eyes follow your head, and he smiles proudly, "I got ya, love." He starts moving you on his dick faster. “God, ya tits…unghhh! Ya close, love? Please tell me ya close!”

“Can't hold it anymore, when you hit that spot...I just can’t hold it, please cum with me Harry, please, please.."

He pumps three more times deeply and falls forward onto his hands. His body he stiffens as he lets out a groan an octave lower than his normal voice.

Emptying himself inside you, you sing out a string of sighed air and repeated sounds...with a final muttered, "Harry..." spoken like a whisper of amazement and devotion.

He rests his head on your sternum, panting heavily.

Your hands go to the back of his head and your fingers comb through his hair.

He shifts just a little bit and your back arches.

“Sorry,” he pants out.

“S’ok. Just really sensitive.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you tight.

"My god Harry...will it always be like this?"

He looks up, resting his chin on the back of his hand, "I believe it’ll only get better. Our shared joys an’ experiences will only make us grow an’ open even more wi’ each other."

You smile at him, brushing back his hair. “You should write that down. This is so much better than I ever imagined, and I imagined it really, really good. I’m so proud of you, Harry.”

He smiles and kisses your tummy.

"Thank ya, love. Shall we see what Alessandro might have that would go with the pink n gold?"

“Mmmm….Ok, let’s see if I can move….”

[hiraethenthusiast]

The Hollandairé | t.h.

pairing: ceo!tom x ceo! reader

word count: 16k+

synopsis: exes cross paths on a big event. will they be able to forget each other's mistakes?

warnings: language, sexual innuendos, mentions of an anxiety attack (if you squint), talks about miscarriage, my favourite angst.

a/n: well, well, well im back from a very shitty writers block! look at me, writing angst with exes? oof. can you tell that i absolutely love angst and makeouts in the end? i was somehow inspired by 'idfc' by blackbear to write this fic lol. it took some time and ofcourse i went overboard with it, so hope you enjoy! don't forget to like and reblog! (i even made a moodboard kinda thing uwuwu)

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"Conan I won't hesitate to knee you in the crotch if you don't stop pulling me off this sofa right this second" You tell your roommate, who is desperately trying to get you to go to a gala with him. Being a CEO brings its pros and cons. Pros being, you have a private jet, you're your own boss and you can shout at people with a reason. Cons being, annoyingly nice roommates. You had just shifted to a penthouse in downtown London with your friend Conan, because you refused to stay alone in this bigass house. (You tried living alone once, you were bored to death)

"Conan leave me alone yoo!" You said whining and hunching back into the sofa.

"Get the fuck up and get ready for the launch dude you promised me you wouldn't leave me hanging" Conan shouts over the voice of the t.v. blaring in the background. You pull you hand away from his grip and reach for the remote to shut off the t.v., focusing back on this tall red-headed figure in front of you.

"You know I don't like fancy shit." You grumble.

"It's YOUR fancy shit, get up Y/N." He says and reaches for your arms now, finally making you stand.

"Call Laura, I really don't want to go." You say pulling your phone out from your back pocket and handing it to him.

"If you haven't realised, your manager is the one who forced me to force you to attend the introduction of your fashion line" He fights back.

"- and Y/N. Hey, look at me. You've dreamt of this for how long? Almost all your life. And if you miss the chance to see your empire expand, it's gonna be devastating. You'll obviously miss the fashion show who's got the actual Rudy Pankow walking on a ramp, you'll also miss the opportunity to see people happy with YOUR work. Now get your ass up and get ready." He says and leaves the room, to get ready himself.

It's not that you don't want to go, you really do. Afterall, all of it is your hardwork. But the reason you're not going is because of that asshole. That asshole with whom you used to go out with once, the one who's current goal is to bring you down. The one and only, Tom Holland. You two used to date at some point, the ones who were in love actually, but the rivalry you two have got going on now has lead to you two knowing too much about each other. More than you know about yourself, the other knows it all. Small arguments turned into big ones, that eventually lead to the two of you leaving each other alone. You don't want to go because whenever you meet him, it all turns up into a big mess and your night is typically ruined, and you weren't in the mood for that, atleast not today. He's just a narcissistic bitch who thinks of nothing but degrading you. And that's the reason you don't want to go. Because you know if you talk to him one more time, these banters will persuade you.

But you do realise that you have to go. You have to go because you haven't gone to the last two launches for your perfume and swim line as well, and if you don't go today, Laura will actually end you.

So you just chug all your tea, leaving the kitchen with a grunt to go get ready.

"Hey Marco, can you send in that pantsuit I got done the other day? Look over for modifications if possible, although it looks great in just the solid colour, and please get it drycleaned." You tell your designer over the phone, to which he agreed and you go into your room to get your hair and makeup done.

"Wear a dress to the launch of your fashion line when it gets famous, yeah?"

"Pantsuits all the way Holland, you know I hate dresses."

"I know you do."

You remember the faint memory from over two years ago, that dream actually coming true, just without the person you dreamt it with.

You put your hair in a low bun with a middle part, giving you a classy formal look, and you do a almost non existent makeup look, only your eyes bold to accent with your outfit. Marco drops off the forest green pantsuit at your house, you giving it a twist with wearing a lace corset beneath the blazer.

"I look hot." You told yourself.

You and Conan leave for the event, you fidgeting in between 15 minute durations, Conan reassuring you that he'll be with you until the night ends.

That didn't last long. You lost Conan as soon as you entered the venue, so you occupied yourself with having conversations with other company owners, hearing how they're doing in the industry, blah blah blah.

"Do I look like I care?" You say to yourself.

You move ahead, only to cross paths with the one and only. He was wearing a cherry coloured perfectly tailored suit, adding a hint of Tom with the glasses. He looked good.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Y/N?" He says, twirling his champagne glass in his hands.

"Look Holland I really don't have time for this shit, please take a goodie bag on your way home" You say with a bit of sass and start to move away, only to get your arm held back, making you bump in his chest.

"I see you wore the pantsuit you always wanted to wear at your event, angel " He says, making you pull away from him.

"Don't ever call me that again, and this is a warning." You were about to continue further with your answer, but you were utterly shocked to see the person in front of you.

"Is that the Y/N Y/L/N, in person, the one who's way too busy to answer my phone calls?" He says, making you laugh a bit.

"Jaeden?" You say, laughing heartily.

"In the flesh, tigeress." He says, doing grabby hands at you as an indication to pull you in a hug. You oblige and walk towards him and give him the biggest bear hug you've given anyone in two years. You pull back just to hit him on the chest once, playfully ofcourse.

"Tigeress. Oof haven't heard that in a while" You keep your conversation going on with Jaeden, while Tom is absolutely dumbfounded about whatever just happened in these past few seconds.

There's this hot guy named Jason or whatever, who calls you 'tigeress' and you aren't pestering him for calling you with a nickname but you definitely were ready to give Tom a piece of your mind when he called you 'angel'? Who is this guy?

Tom goes off to find Conan, who was situated at the bar downing a shot of tequila.

"Hey who's that guy Jason?" He asks him, pointing towards you and Jaeden in the middle of the hall.

"You mean Jaeden?" He says, biting onto a slice of lemon.

"Yeah whatever who is he?" Tom asks again, turning towards to bartender asking for a glass of whiskey.

"Why do you want to know?" Conan shoots back.

"Just curious. Can you just fucking tell me now?" Tom tries again, getting frustrated now.

"Chill dude. Jaeden used to work with Y/N a long time ago. He had this crush on her for like forever, but then Y/N went in for entrepreneurship and they were just not in contact with each other." He says.

"Crush huh?" Tom says, gripping onto his glass so tight that his knuckles almost turned white.

"Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?" Conan asks, getting concerned.

"Because I might." Tom says, grinding his teeth while forcing a smile.

The night goes by pretty smoothly, for you. You and Jaeden were clinged to each other almost the whole night, and then Tom watching you both from a distance, trying not to snap hard at people. He just took enough of it, he had to do something. He wasn't really sure why was he jealous, 'maybe because you love her' his heart said, but his mind crossing paths with a 'no you don't' in the middle. He was in a dilemma, but was mostly leaning towards his heart's side. He finally got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Y/L/N." He says, keeping his composure.

"Yes?" You turn around to come face to face with him, laughing on something Jaeden had said.

"Board of Directors want to meet you on third floor. I was going that way only, wanted to inform you." He says.

"Oh okay. Jaeden I'll be back in a few. And tell me about that Mario Kart incident." You say, your laughter dying as you walk towards the elevator, motioning Tom to move as well. You both enter the elevator and you click the button for third floor.

"So Jaeden's a long lost friend, I assume?" He tries to small talk, failing miserably.

"Yeah, I used to work with him a long time back. Why do you ask?" You say, being the nicest you've been to Tom in two years.

"Just making small talk. So, exactly how long ago, you used to work with him?" He tries again.

"A really long time ago." You tell him.

"When we were dating?" He says, hesitating.

The elevator dings and you reach third floor, both of you moving into a very empty hallway.

"Why do you care Tom?" You say, making him frustrated even more.

"Because you're my fucking ex-girlfriend whom I'm worried about because that asshole has a mega crush on you" He says, making you jerk your head towards him.

"How many whiskeys have you had?" You ask him, because he was sounding oblivious that's for sure.

You turn around to open the meeting room to find it empty, making you glare at Tom once again.

"Why the fuck did you bring me up here Holland, where's the meeting?" You say, narrowing your eyes towards him.

"There is no meeting Y/N, the Board didn't show up this year, remember?" He says moving and fidgeting around the room.

"Then why did you bring me up here, dumbass?" That put him over the edge. He starts walking towards you making you take a few steps back, finally cornering you in the room.

"Because that guy is fucking flirting with you Y/N. That guy has been roaming around the whole night with my girl, touching and hugging my girl in front of me and you expect me to keep my calm? Huh? I don't fucking care okay? You're supposed to be mine and I was a jerk who let you go. I can't stand seeing you with other people. What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N, why did you leave me?!" He shouts at you, making your blood boil even more.

You push him back and stand in front of him, glaring as if you were going to rip his head off.

"No Tom, YOU left me, alright? I cried almost every night after that day when you left, and you didn't even have the empathy to give me a call. You, are too self-absorbed, and not me Tom. It was all you. I haven't been to even one of my launches just because I know you'll be there, you'll be there to put me down again. And why the fuck do you care about whom I talk to huh?" You shout at him.

"Why would I come to every single one of your launches Y/N?! To see you! To see the person who understood me more than I did, just to fucking see your face and calm my nerves!" He shouts back. He moves towards you and holds you chin to put your eyes at his eye level.

"Look at me Y/N. Look at me. Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? Look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I meant nothing to you and I'll leave this second. Tell me that this was all a lie." He says, making your eyes water.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Then why do you keep hurting me Y/N?! You hurt me so much! You left me when I needed you the most! I wanted you and you weren't there-" He shouts again.

"SHUT UP TOM, SHUT UP! Stop it! Stop! Please. Stop." You're crying hysterically now, hunching up in a corner trying to calm yourself down. Tom immediately sees it and runs towards you holding your hands and cradling them.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Look at me, look at me baby. It's Tom. Hey baby. I'm here, yeah? I'm here. Stop crying come on babe, please. Love, look at me. I'm here." He says, now running his hand over your cheeks wiping your tears.

"Go away. Go away from me." Is all you say, which makes his ears perk and brings water to his eyes.

He stands up and moves out of the room, closing the door just to hear you crying again. He sits down on the floor with his back on the door now, crying, waiting for you to say something.

"Please, open the door." He says, bursting into tears and hugging himself with his arms, wishing it was you.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you still haven't said anything. Tom misses you so much, and it was so fucked up of you to leave him like this. He was hurt, but he could never stop loving you. Ever.

"Losing you would be a nightmare that I'd beg to be awaken from everyday." You say opening the door, your eyes blood red, hair disheveled making Tom look at you, whose eyes were blood red too.

"What?"

"I was pregnant, Tom." You tell him, making his eyes widen and holding your hand for comfort.

"The day-" You clear your throat "The day we fought is when we lost the baby. I was going to tell you I was pregnant that day, but then that happened." You were crying a bit more now, but still held you composure so you can handle Tom from now.

"The argument gave me too much stress and, and it was affecting the baby so as soon as you left, um, my stomach started aching really badly and, and yeah we lost our baby then. That's why I left." You say, you were crying on his shoulder now, intentionally ignoring his reaction because you knew it would hurt him.

"We, we- lost our baby?" He says, a bit shocked but choking on his tears. You remain silent.

"Hey, hey. Listen. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have fought with you. You were already really worried and I just added onto your pressure. I'm so sorry baby I'm so so sorry." He was full-on crying now, he sniffled in your neck because he was too afraid to show his emotions.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy, it was ours." You say, running your hand in his curls. The way you missed his chestnut curls. It was all good again, well atleast you hoped.

Tommy. That always brought butterflies in his stomach.

You talked everything out in the bathroom, while washing your faces and cleaning up. You both understood that everything was going back to normal, just like the old times. One conversation lead to another, and you spent two hours on the bathroom floor just laughing and having gossip.

"It's been a while." You say laughing, looking at your watch.

"Yeah."

"Why did you say 'my girl' Tom?" You ask him directly.

"Hm?"

"You called me 'my girl' in the conference room. Why?" You tell him, and he instantly remembers that he did do that.

"You're in my head almost everyday Y/N. Even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't have been this hard letting go, but it was. I still love you, even if you don't." He says, taking some tissue paper off the counter.

"Who said I don't love you?" You say, making his eyes widen.

"Wha- wh- what are you implying here?" He stumbles upon his words, making you laugh.

"I still love you, you goof."

"Y/N you have to be serious you're making me want things I can't have." He says wholeheartedly.

You say nothing but grab him by his collar and kiss him with full force. After two years, you felt those soft lips on yours again, reminiscing every moment you had missed in these past years. They felt the same, soft and plump, just as if they were made for you. They fit in with yours like a puzzle, that was meant to be solved by these two hearts which were tangled, but now, in a right way. Tom kissed back almost immediately, feeling your lips was like a dream come true. A recurrent dream in his mind. You both pull back to see red and puffy lips and give out a light laugh. He doesn't stop, he keeps leaving peppery kisses all over your face mumbling sweet words again and again.

"I missed you so, so much angel." he says leaving a kiss on your nose.

"I missed you too bubba." you say leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Let's go now, we've been here for almost two hours." You start to move towards the door, but get pulled back by your waist.

"Tell Jaeden to maintain distance, yeah?" He says.

"Or what?" You say in a playful tone.

"Babygirl, I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of." He says, kissing your neck.

"I think I have. And stop kissing me I look shit." You say, laughing.

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now." He says leaving another harsh suck on your skin, which can hopefully be covered by your blazer.

"Are you going to eyefuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" You say, now kissing Tom's sweet spot.

"Finish this event in the next half an hour. I'll see you at my house babe." He says leaving one last peck on your lips.

You both reach downstairs after fixing your makeup and hair, you reach upto the stage and and hold onto the mic.

"Thankyou all for attending the event. We look forward to having more business with you! Don't forget to post something about our line 'The Hollandairé' on your social media platforms and don't forget to tag us! We are, The Y/L/N's thankyou have a good night!"

He listen to you and smirks to himself, because you do do what you say.

"I'm going to name my first fashion line 'The Hollandairé' " You say making a banner with your hands.

"And I'll be right with you then baby" He says, kissing your cheek.

Looks like he kept his promise too.

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[tetsunormous]

Prove yourself useful

pairing: dom!Kenma x f!reader x spectator!Suna x Spectator! Osamu

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, post time-skip university, gamer boyfriend

word count: 2.4 k

warning: thigh riding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, hair pulling, mentions of edging, spanking (?), degradation

It’s just past 2 in the afternoon and your lecture finally finished. University is nothing like what you grew up thinking it would be, but it would be a lot worse if you didn’t get to live with your boyfriend.

You met Kenma during your first year and it didn’t take long for the two of you to begin falling for each other. He is more complex than you’d ever imagine and everyday you learn new things to learn about him. At the surface level he’s incredibly successful; being a youtuber, a pro gamer, a fucking CEO, all while taking university classes. However, Kenma is so much more than that.

The Kenma you know and love is the Kenma that’s cooped up in his gaming room spitting insults at his friends while they practice for a match they have later on in the night. The Kenma that you find yourself daydreaming about is the one obsessed with your apple pie and insists it's never too hot to eat right out of the oven. Your Kenma doesn't show the world all his little quirks, but you’ve learned to understand all of his many facial expressions and what he needs at the time. Everyone sees Kenma as this shy intelligent man who prefers to keep things to himself, which he is, but your favourite Kenma is the one he only lets out behind closed doors.

For someone so reserved none of his following would ever expect him to be the kind of lover to share you with others. No one would ever suspect Kenma for being the kind of lover to get off on seeing you completely ruined and embarrassed. This version of Kenma is definitely the one you find the most interesting because he kept it from you for the first year of your relationship, but two years in and his friends have seen more of you than you could keep track of.

Just thinking about him gets you worked up and it's times like this that you’re grateful for online classes. You tiptoe into your shared bedroom to discard the panties you’re currently wearing. The mere thought of riding his thigh gets you so excited the pair of black lace you previously wore didn’t stand a chance. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, your outfit isn’t anything special but it's his favourite. The sweater you’re wearing just big enough to cover your ass, sleeves long enough to hang past your fingertips, no bra or panties, the sheer thigh high socks that never fails to leave him hard, and the little cat ears resting on your head he bought for you months ago.

If he saw you now, there’s a chance you’d get your way.

You knock softly on the door before entering. The blinds are shut and there's a purple hue emitting from his LED lights. He’s sitting in front of his three monitors with nothing but a pair of sweatpants and his headset on, “Kenma? Are you in a game right now?”

His back is towards you so you begin to walk towards his desk, closing the door behind you. Osamu and Suna have seen the two of you naked plenty of times but for some reason, you still get a little shy. You wave at them on screen as you stand behind your boyfriend and you can hear their remarks through his headset.

“Oi, I think a little kitty wants to join before we play tonight”. Suna is always the first to say something, but Osamu definitely teases you more.

“You didn’t tell us we’d get a special treat today, Kodzuken”

Kenma stares blankly at his friends before turning to you, “Hi pudding, you finished with class?” he asks as his eyes wander down your body. You can see a slight smirk form on his lips before reaching out to give your hip a squeeze, “Miya was right, what a special little treat you are”

You know Kenma is observant but you can’t help but act a little cuter when there’s an audience around. “If you’re just practicing for now, can we cuddle Kenken, I missed you”, you ask with a slight pout on your face and your sweater paws reaching out for his arm, eyes glancing down at his bulge.

His eyes soften a bit and he chuckles at your act, “yeah yeah, sit on my lap you little brat”

You happily oblige and sit on his left thigh. Your head leaning on his shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. With your arms resting on his shoulders, you begin playing with his hair and rocking your hips ever so slightly.

“We haven’t seen you wear those little ears in a while y/n, don't tell me you put them on after class just for some cuddles” A blush creeps onto your face as Suna continues to tease you about your intentions.

“Awh, don’t hide your face from us y/n. Kozume has shown us you’re not really as shy as you seem, did Suna’s little comment really make you blush that hard?”

You feel your boyfriend nudge you lightly with his shoulder, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth. “She knows I won’t fuck her till tonight yet she still climbs up onto my leg without panties on, she can act shy all she wants but we all know how shamelessly needy she is” You lift your head from his shoulder with a surprised look on your face. He’s still staring at his monitor, fingers busy with the controller, “you didn’t think I’d feel how wet you are? Your pussy is soaking through my sweats kitten”

The boy's laughter rings through the headphones and a whine escapes your lips. He takes his headphones off and has them resting around his neck before putting his controller down. You feel his hands under your arms and he positions you so that you're sitting on his left thigh facing his desk, legs resting on either side of his.

“Awh Osamu, look at the little kitty pouting cause her big bad boyfriend turned her away”

“She’s always so needy, aren’t you y/n? And in front of us too? You like putting on a show and having everyone see what a slut you are, huh”

Your thighs squeeze around Kenmas as your entire face starts to become red. You can hear your boyfriend clearing his throat before landing a hard smack against your thigh. “He asked you a question kitten. If you’re going to be a needy slut and come in here while we’re practicing, at least show some manners”

“Y-yes Samu” you whisper, “I like having you watch”

All the boys hum in unison and Suna leans back in his gaming chair, leaving his controller on the desk. “Well since you interrupted practice, I think it’s only fair you give us something in return, isn't that right Kenma”

“Suna makes a good point. I treated you so well last night cause we both knew I would be busy until later tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to give you the attention you need.” His slender fingers weave through your hair at the base of your scalp before pulling hard, exposing your throat for his friends to see. His nose softly traces your sensitive skin, inhaling your scent, “I let you cum all night long, but here you are with your greedy little cunt rubbing itself against me trying to get off”

“Maybe you need to be more mean with her, she should know better than to come in here if she isn’t going to make herself useful”

“You hear that?” Kenma’s other hand travels up your sweater and pinches your hardened nipple making you hiss in pain. “Should I listen to Osamu and be extra mean to you so you learn how to act?”

All three boys are now smirking at you but that just makes your body more aroused. Your pussy is throbbing and it takes everything in you not to start grinding on his leg. You feel him flex his muscles and you can't help but to cry out as the additional pressure on your clit sends an electric shot throughout your body.

“The poor baby can’t even respond”, Suna chuckles and pretends to pout “you are just a dumb little whore, aren’t you y/n?”

You let out a whine as your eyes meet Kenma’s. His cold stare alone asserts dominance over you and without thinking your hand reaches out to touch him. You feel a sharp pain as he smacks your hand away, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me kitten”. He yanks his hand back from your hair causing you to jerk forwards and grab a hold of the desk for balance. “We all know you won’t get allowed to cum later on but you will put on a show for us and prove you aren't just a useless slut”. He leans back with one arm resting on his armrest, “shall we make things interesting boys?”

Osamu stares intensely at you before laughing in your face, “Yea, let’s see if she can prove herself. If she can’t, I don’t think she deserves anything tonight”

“Y/n can be more than just Kozume’s dumb fuck, right? You gonna put on a show for us?”

Your mouth parted and eyes wide, you whip your head back to meet your boyfriends but he only smirks at you. “You have eight minutes kitten. Your hands stay on the desk and I won’t be touching you. If we hear a peep slip out of your lips, you lose. You better ride my thigh like you’re chasing the last orgasm you’ll ever have because if you fail to cum, I will edge you all night long to the brink of insanity, but all you can do is watch me fuck my fist instead.”

Osamu and Suna are rubbing themselves through their sweats as they snicker at our boyfriends rules. They continue to tease you but all you can focus on is the way Kenma is looking at you. He reaches back to tie his hair into a low bun and bounces his leg lightly, “are you ready?” he asks with his eyebrows slightly raised and a smirk. All you can do is nod back in his direction as you feel him flexing his thigh. He reaches for his phone and you watch as he sets a timer for eight minutes, “alright kitty….start”.

Your legs squeeze around your boyfriend's thigh as you begin to roll your hips. You shimmy yourself forwards a little bit so your clit can press against the base of his quads every time you rock forwards. Kenma was right, you're so wet it’s almost embarrassing how your own juices have lubricated your folds. Even against the fabric of his sweats, your pussy is drenched with your own arousal, helping you grind against his leg with ease. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to control your breathing so the overwhelming pressure doesn’t cause you to moan out loud.

You can hear the two boys teasing and laughing at how filthy you really are but all you can think about is chasing that O. The noises coming from your riding, the way your juices have dampened his pants, making a wet slapping noise every time you rock. Your fingers are gripping his desk hard and all you can do is throw your head back, chest heaving, trying to swallow your whines as you start to feel the tension building in  your stomach. “I can feel the way your pussy is twitching every time you rock forwards, sometimes close isn’t she?” Kenma moves forwards and speaks softly by your ear, “You only have three more minutes, why don’t you let us hear your pretty voice hmm?”

“Oh y/n, you look like you’re close to cumming, we’ve never heard you this quiet before. I bet it would feel even better if you moaned for us”

“Suna and I always talk about how pretty and desperate you sound, let us hear you”

The constant egging didn’t help but it definitely made you more needy. They all knew how loud you were when Kenma would stuff you full and just as you let out a heavy breath, your boyfriend flexes his muscles. Your mouth falls open as you roll faster, knowing your orgasm will happen soon. The way his thigh feels against your slick folds should be illegal, it shouldn’t feel this good before he even touches you.

“Oh I think someones going to cum, show us how you fall apart. Ride my fucking thigh and imagine how much better it would be if my cock was in your needy hole”. Kenma now palming against his dick as he watches your eyebrows furrow, your eyes squeeze tight, your cheeks glowing , the baby hairs sticking to your forehead, all while you bite down on your bottom lip trying your hardest to keep all your noises inside. You look absolutely stunning to him, falling apart over his leg. He keeps flexing his thigh at a fast pace to help you reach your high, no longer caring about the challenge. He’s so mesmerized by the way your pussy feels as it’s throbbing, and how your legs squeeze harder against his as you completely come undone.

You can hear the boys let out soft moans as you cum all over your boyfriend's thigh with a force that even you’re surprised about.

“Fuck Kenma, you get to see that every time?”

The timer goes off and you limp over the desk, “fuck off Suna, consider yourself lucky the two of you got to get off to her”, he says with a smile on his face.

“We know we’re very lucky,” Osamu says chuckling, “ thank you y/n, we’ll definitely win our 3v3 later”

Kenma looks over at you and pulls you close to him. He slips his hand under the sweater and rubs your back, “you did so well baby, I’m surprised you didn’t make a sound”

“Promise I did good? D-does this mean I get to cum later?”

“You really think I’m going to forget why this all happened in the first place? You just came all over me and you’re already thinking about getting stuffed huh” he cradles your face with a faint smile on his face. “You did so well, so we’ll see” and presses a kiss on your lips, “for now, you can stay here for the next while and sit in embarrassment as they continue to tease you about you cumming just from my thigh”

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