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Private Screening
23/12: Home Videos and Voyeurism - Billy Washington Word Count: 1.5k~ | Warnings: masturbation (m), voyeurism, home videos of sexual acts, smut
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Fuck work Christmas parties, Billy thinks with displeasure as he slobs across the sofa, half a can of Stella in one hand, the remote control in the other.
He felt a bit pathetic missing her after only a few hours. Suppose that was the worst bit about having a girlfriend that was also your best mate. But it did sound a bit precious when he thought about it like that.
The choice in TV shows didn't exactly sour him to pass the time either. It was that crappy few days between the last of the working year and Christmas, and there was sweet fuck all on tele.
Turning the volume down on a Christmas special of First Dates he glances outside, seeing that it's just begun to rain and he pulls lazily at one side of the curtains just enough to obscure his flat from passersbys on the street.
Propping up to fish his phone out his pocket, he scrolls mindlessly for a bit on Instagram Reels. But even then, the doomscrolling and repetitive music his algorithm thinks he likes gets boring fast.
A messenger bubble pop up on his screen.
âmissing me baby? đâ
He huffs a short laugh, typing with one hand.
âBored out of my mindâ
She reads it immediately, and the three bubbles feel like edging.
âIâm sure you'll find a way to entertain yourself đâ
Cheeky, he thinks with that warm feeling in his stomach. She knew how bricked up he was when he saw her leaving, in that velvety dress he always likes her to keep on when they come home and pull each other needily to the bedroom.
With a heaved sigh, he uses one hand to pull the buttons of his jeans apart, then the zip and slides his hand into his boxers, stroking his currently soft member while he found something to âentertainâ himself to.
The locked folder in his photos app was a godless place.
He blinked as the face recognition granted him access, his cock stirring in his palm when he was greeted by video after video and photo after photo.Â
Some, just her.
Some, both of them.
His breath hitches at some of the previews. It was something he started getting into to about six months into dating her. She was much more willing to discuss what she was into sexually than his other girlfriends, and he supposes it rubbed off on him.Â
And when he suggested if it was okay if he recorded them during sex, he'd never seen that naughty gleam in her eyes so bright before.Â
Like most things it was awkward at first. The first time they tried, she kept laughing nervously, her cheeks flushed as she covered her face and body with her hands. âI feel weird,â she had said, glancing briefly at his phone camera in one hand.
But when he reassured her that the videos and photos he had of her went absolutely nowhere beyond his eyes only, she was more...confident. She'd tease him when he started recording, cast sultry glances over her shoulder and pull him close to whisper ungodly things for his ears only.
His heart rate kicked up as his thumb hovered over one video in particular, remembering how sheâd looked that night. Her skin glowing in the low light, her lips parted in soft moans, her eyes locked on his like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
He tapped on the video, and immediately the screen came alive with her image. The frame started with her face, soft and radiant, her lips curved into a teasing smile as she leaned closer to the camera. Her eyes, half-lidded and filled with mischief, sparkled as she adjusted the angle, her voice a low murmur, âYou better enjoy this later.â
She laid back, clad only in the lacy black bra and underwear set he loved so much. The fabric was so delicate it barely covered her entirely, teasing more than hiding really.
She was looking up at him, the movement of the camera making it obvious he was on top of her. The video caught the slow, deliberate rhythm of his hips moving against hers. Her body writhed beneath him, her chest rising and falling with each deep, shuddering breath.
Her moans were soft at first, little gasps and whimpers as she adjusted to the fullness of him. âBilly, you feel so good,â she whispered. His pace quickened slightly, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room alongside her cries of pleasure.
He watched the video as his hand made its way down her front, kneading one breast before travelling downwards, his breath catching slightly as the angle caught a glimpse of the way he disappeared inside her over and over.
He adjusted slightly, pushing her knee back to change the angle, and the gasp she let out was enough to make his breath catch as he watched. âRight there, baby,â she murmured, her voice breaking into a moan as he thrust deeperâ
Fuck.
That's where the video ends.
He'd clearly been so caught up in the moment that he'd abandoned the video.
But keen to keep up the building heat in his stomach, he swiped to the next. The feeling coiling tighter at the new video.
This time she was on her hands and knees, the view was tantalising, the curve of her spine leading down to where he was behind her, his hand firmly holding her hip. Her body moved in time with his thrusts, rocking forward with every deep push, and the sound of her breathless moans filled the otherwise quiet apartment.
Her head turned slightly toward the camera, and her eyes were glazed with lust, her lips parted as she gasped his name. âHarder,â she whispered, her voice raw and needy.
He stroked himself tighter, harder. So fucking close.
On the screen, she reached back, her fingers brushing against his thigh, urging him on. âDonât stop,â she gasped.Â
And her voice was what finally sent him over the edge.
As the video reached its peak, he pulled back slightly, his hands sliding from her hips to the small of her back as he drove into her one last time. Her moans hit a crescendo, her body shuddering as she buried her face into the pillow.
His own hips stuttered, squeezing himself hard towards the tip, warmth coating his knuckles as he came.
The last few seconds of the video showed him pulling out, her body still trembling as he finished on her lower back, his pearly release glistening on her skin. She turned her head toward the camera with a sly, breathless smile, her voice soft but teasing as she said, âYouâre cleaning that up, you know.â
He looked down at himself, chest heaving, and thought with a soft, tired chuckle, âyeah, no shit.â
He let his phone flop against his stomach as he laid his head back against the sofa, spent, boneless, with his softening cock loose in his palm.
âAm I interrupting something?â
He nearly jumped out of his fucking skin. His hand pulling so quickly out of his boxers out of sheer reflex, he was immediately brought back to the heart-wrenching moments his mum would enter his room without knocking.
But luckily, it was her.
She was smiling against the doorway, arms crossed and smug, her coat over the hook in the doorway.
âFucking hell, babe, how long have you been there?â his voice was shaky, trying with sheer willpower alone to reduce his heart rate.
âLong enough,â she said, her voice dripping with teasing satisfaction.Â
Her gaze flicked down to his lap, and he followed it instinctively, moving quickly to pull his boxers back up, but too flustered to do up the buttons of his jeans. There was something both embarrassing and exhilarating at the prospect she'd been at the door, quite blatantly, watching him pleasure himself to her image.
She huffed a laugh and stepped into the room, deliberately swaying her hips, eyes darkening slightly as she stood in front of him. He could tell she was flushed from a few drinks, but not enough to be drunk. Just enough for her inhibitions to waver, and her confidence skyrocket.
âIâm guessing you were watching one of those videos,â she mused.
He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very exposed. âMaybe.â
She smirked, pulling the hem of her dress up so she was able to straddle his lap, relishing the hitch in his breath. âWhich one?â she asked, casually, her arms slung over his shoulders, as if she were just taking a seat.
âThe, uhâŚâ He cleared his throat, trying to focus. âThe one where youâre on your hands and knees.â
âOh,â she teased, drawing the word out. âThat one.â
She placed the phone on the coffee table. âWell,â she murmured, her hands sliding up his chest, âsince you clearly couldnât wait for meâŚhow about we make a new one?â
He felt his body zing with excitement, but his cheeks quickly flushed at the realisation he'd only justâŚ
She caught the look, âor do the soldiers need time to recuperate?â
Billy snorted, a boyish, albeit, embarrassed smile lighting up his face. âUh, give me likeâŚfive minutes.â
With a barely suppressed smirk, she clambered off him and made for the bedroom. âI'll be waiting!â
âKeep the dress on!â
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Hard thoughts w/hyung line cause Iâm recovering from surgery and Iâm bored and horny
Male reader, female readers DNI
We all know Chan can be a shy guy pretty often, and that especially includes during sex. Often times he has his face buried in a pillow, no matter what position he would be in. He didnât want to be seen in such a vulnerable and weak position, no matter how much he loved being in said position. He never liked the sounds he made either, but he couldnât help it. The pillow helped, hiding his face and muffling his moms and whimpers, making it seem like he wasnât really there. Of course, that wouldnât do with you. Every time he was hugging the pillow to his face when you were on top of him, your cock buried deep inside of him, you would pull it away so he couldnât hide that pretty face and pretty sounds you loved. It made him even more shy and flustered, covering his face with his hands. You had to grab his hands, interlock your fingers with his, and pin them to the bed next to his head. Although he didnât like not being able to cover his face, he did enjoy being pinned down and holding your hands.
Minho likes to act all stoic, nothing affects him. Your kisses, your hugs, cuddling, holding your hand, words of affirmation and loveânothing. But you knew it was just a face he put up. You saw how his ears turned red when kissed his neck, you heard the small, almost silent sounds he made when you kissed, you saw the way his hands coiled up into fists when hugging, gripping your shirt tightly, you felt the way he leaned into when you cuddled, you saw the small smile and felt him squeeze your hand when you held his. It just took a keen eye, one you gained after months of dating. However, his front always fell the second your clothes were off and you were tangled up together on your bed. Everything he acted like he didnât care for, he repeated to you. Minho liked to be on top, riding you, it was his favorite position. Not because he liked being in control, but because it meant he could show you his love. He could lean down and kiss your neck, he could hold your hands, he could cling to you, he could kiss you, he could whisper words of affirmation into your ear. He could show you his love while being vulnerable himself.
Changbin enjoys dressing up in all kinds of outfits, but his favorites are always the short skirts or short shorts. Specifically, he loves the ones that ride up so high that when he bends over even just a little bit, youâre able to see the bottom half of his ass. He loves teasing you, he loves showing off his body, you love seeing him so comfortable and happy with himself and his body, and you love seeing his body on display like that, so itâs a win-win. Of course, Changbin always feels so pretty in his outfits, so when you do get fed up with his teasing and finally take him, he always wants to keep the outfit on. He always wants you to take him in missionary when heâs dressed up, as it gives you a perfect view of the outfit and his pretty face. Or he also likes to ride you whenever heâs feeling particularly teasing and confident in his outfit. When heâs not dressed up, he only wants it one wayâdoggy style with his face buried in a pillow and his hands pinned behind his back. His ass is his favorite part of himself, and this position only makes it better.
Hyunjin has always loved facial hair, especially beards and stubbles. He loves the rough feeling under his hands when he holds your face, the feeling against his face as you and him kiss, the feeling against his neck when you give him hickeysâhe just loves how it feels. He always thought you looked so hot with a stubble and it turned him on more than you can ever imagine anytime you ran your hands over it. He doesnât like big, bushy beards or goatees or mustaches all that much, so you make sure your beard is never too big or small, mostly just keeping it to a stubble or something similar. He especially loves to run his hands along it anytime youâre pounding into him, which is why he loves missionary so much. He can trace along your beard and face while also looking up at the facial hair. The feeling of it on his hands during sex turned him on even more, making the experience even more intense. He always gets so sad and disappointed whenever he sees you shave, but oddly enough, he also finds it hot to watch you shave.
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[A:3 C:60] (Odile)
(. . . . . .)
(You had kicked everyone else out of Ramosâ room as Dr. Gina Joy did his work. Your group had probably been giving him more work than he had all week, gems. . .)
(You stood nearby as the doctor checked every part of Ramosâ body. You had your notebook out, taking notes whenever Gina talked. But, in honesty, you were more looking at your past notes, to calm yourself.)
(. . . . A couple months ago, your notes on mind craft started. Your notes on Ramos. It was your distrust of Ramos.)
(Why would you trust them, back then? You had met them just that day, and you had seen what happened to Siffrin because of what they did. You remember the first thing you ever said to them. You found them when they were recovering, and you had a moment alone.)
(âDo you know how to hide a dead body, Ramos?â You had asked. And they answered honestly, âNo, I donât. Why?â)
(And you replied simply. âI do.â)
(It was a simple threat. If they harmed your family, your people, those who you would give the world for, theyâre dead.)
(. . .)
(You regret it, now.)
(Gems, that makes two then. Two people who you thought would backstab you, and two you were wrong about. And now they're dating! Ha!)
(. . . Ha. . .)
(. . . Once Ramos was better, you can apologize.)
>>>
(Bonnie)
(Soup nâ sandwich. You couldnât get more boring with your brunch, but the doctor said so, so here you are. Boring old soup nâ sandwich. . .)
(. . . You nibble at the sandwich. You werenât hungry.)
(Is âOz gonna be okay?)
(You dunno, they said something about a fight in âFrins brain, right? And, and âOz. . .)
(. . . You remember when you first met âOz. You were going to where âZa used to work, met âm, seemed okay, smelt weird. You ran off for mint, few minutes later. . .)
(No that wasnât it!)
(Huh?)
(It was thâ market!)
(Oh, yeah. âOz was disguised, took you, but they werenât in control, was beinâ controlled. They apologized a lot for that)
(. . . You wish you met âOz a nicer way.)
(Yeah. . . You wanna know more about their gardening. They knew a lotta âbout gardening, and you wanted to know to get nice, big, juicy veggies! Getting all dirty and finding worms!!)
(Heheh! Yeah!! You could also ask about, uhm, uuuuh. . . Oh!!! What âZa was like!)
(Boooooriiing you KNOW what âZa is like. No you could ask about uhm, uh. . .)
(Heh, outta ideas?)
(Shut up!)
>>>
(Isabeau)
(You tried not to bounce your leg as Siffrin lay curled up, head down in your lap. They were hidden beneath one of their many hats. Who knew who was fronting, but you donât think it really mattered at this point.)
(. . . Complete ego death.)
(Thatâs what Gina and Odile hypothesised anyway. The doctor had gone back to the medhouse to do what he could, but apparently all Ramos needed was, time. Time to rest, recover, and to piece themself back together.)
(Ha. . . Funny thing about time, huh. You gently pat Siffrins hair. A very, very funny thing about time. You found Sif not long ago chucking their dagger out the door. They tried to loop back. They DID loop back. But, whatever kinda checkpoint system they had, it was too late. After that they curled up on you. . .)
(. . . Your buddy. . . And your partner. . .)
(Why couldnât life be simple again? You liked just swapping jokes with Sif, letting him take all the blankets when you shared a bed, eating together. You liked studying for the big exams with Ramos, always so anxious, always getting great grades. You liked going on jogs, youâd be done after a few miles and they could go for more. You liked wrestling with them, even though you always won.)
(. . . That's what Change is about huh, breaking something, killing something. You both changed. You returned to Jouvente to find that yourself and Ramos were, different. You were more confident in who you are, and Ramos has changed into who they wanted to be.)
(You really wish you could have been there, though. You should have seen how anxious they were about doing good, always asking to study and train with you. You should have helped them with more inside stuff than outside. You should have said a proper goodbye. You should have done a lotta things. . .)
(And someone else took advantage of the fact you didn't. Reach. Out.)
(So, you, reached out.)
(You talked to them, asked what was going on, why they were doing this. . . You were worried for them. And, you got through you them! They felt terrible, and wanted to fix things but. . . But for that fucking archeologist in their head!)
(Seeing your buddy, your best friend, your bestie, morphed into a sadness. Seeing them hurt, seeing them trying so hard, reaching out to you. You couldnât imagine what it must have been like. . .)
(. . . You hold Sif a bit closer.)
>>>
(Mirabelle)
(You breathe in. . . And, out. . .)
(It was the next day and you had gone on a walk. You know itâs a bad idea, you know itâs reckless, and unnecessary, and, and just stupid. But, you needed to go on a walk. A walk out of the city gate and into the woods.)
(You breathe in. . . . . And. . . Out. . . . .)
(Thatâs where you are now. A small clearing, away from the city, looking at a little rabbit sniffing around the clearing. You were here because you were still afraid. You were afraid of not being good enough, strong enough, brave enough. Perci could read minds and was an ace with those swords. Merlon could explode waves of sadness with a snap. With Ramos, Ramos like they are right now. . .)
(. . . You looked at the little rabbit. Itâs, itâs alright to do this, right?)
{. . . IT WILL NOT HURT. IF IT FEELS WRONG. BRING TREAT NEXT TIME.}
(O-okay, okay. Okay. Okay. You breathe in, and, hold out your hand sign, staring down the rabbit! You used SOOTHING RESTFUL SONG!)
(The rabbit was frozen in time.)
(You let out a breath, you smell sugar, c-change. . . O-oh that. . . You felt a surge of cold within you, that took a lot of energy, but, it worked. . .)
(. . . Does, d-does, it get, easier?)
{. . . YES.}
(Thank you. . . You, walk towards the rabbit, and clap your hands, unfreezing the rabbit. It bolts off into the woods.)
(. . . You sit down in the grass. You could do it. If you met them again, you could do it.)
(. . . Oh Ramos.)
(Once everything calmed down in Jouvente, you just had to talk to them. To tell them just, how proud you were. They made mistakes, but, theyâre working to fix it. They got the confidence to change their body, and the next thing was to change their mind, to get more. . . Confident.)
(This kind of change of mind was. . . Not what you had envisioned.)
(. . . Ramos is going to be okay. They had to be okay, they will be okay! So! Since they're going to be okay, you needed to train up to fight historians! Right?)
{RIGHT. IT WILL NOT BE EASY.}
(Yeah. You know. You stand up. Will frozen time be enough, you think?)
{JUST FOCUS ON YOUR TARGET. CHANNEL YOU EMOTIONS FOR THE STRONGEST ATTACK.}
(. . . That's why sadness like you can do that easily, right?)
{. . . YES.}
(Hehe. Maybe you should fight instead.)
{. . .}
(. . . S-sorry, that was a joke.)
{HA. HA.}
>>>
(PĂŠtronille)
(It was the next day.)
(And you were feeling more useless than ever.)
(Ramos went under two days ago, and since then everyone had been doing their part. Be it moving their limbs so their body doesn't get crabbed up, helping them eat, drink, all that. Right now you were doing your part by staying home while the others went out for supplies.)
(. . . Change, dammit.)
(You were making yourself busy, cleaning the place up, dusting, all that. There were a bunch of random trinkets. Pictures, a compas, binoculars, random bits of brass, candles. . .)
(And the urn.)
(You paused for a second, staring at it. . . Change, you hope that wherever they are, it's a nice afterlife. You woulda loved to meet Eri, someone who'd defend the city in their old age. Someone who'd take a random kid like Ramos off the street.)
(. . . You wish you had someone like that back then.)
(Holding onto that little boat for dear life, little sibling still asleep, waves throwing you around. Finally making back to shore, and stumbling into Bambouche.)
(The people there were all so kind to you. But it was still just you, and Bonnie. You got a job, and Bonnie got a school. You got a house, a small house, more like a shack, but it was yours.)
(. . .)
(. . . Will, this house not have an owner, soon?)
(When Ramos recovers, you gotta give them a big hug. They helped save Bonbon, they asked a god for help AND IT WORKED! They helped reassure you. Crab that's not even mentioning they saved your mind at the inn.)
(From now on, if someone messes with Ramos, they mess with you. You're welded. No getting out that, Rams.)
>>>
(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion|Â [Loop] [(Saffron)]
[. . .]
[Your room. Your own headspace. Up the favor tree, past the canopy, and there you were. A treehouse. Looking out to the distance, the sights of the black sand beach were instead replaced with the house. That same house, still frozen in time.]
[(. . . Well?)]
[What.]
[(Do you feel proud?)]
[No! I don't feel blinding proud!]
[(But isn't that what you wanted?)]
[(The single sound mind in an endless sea of idiotic sailors. You who guides them to a happiness that you can never reach. Who reaches out, yet flinches away.)]
[. . .]
[(Tongue tied? Let me.)]
[(You regret it, but you know it was right. You know even if you didn't mean it, you finally have the trainee out of the way. You could finally rest easily knowing they don't have the host under their claws.)]
[(Because really! Who would believe that the host just falls in love with the trainee so fast! At the drop of a hat! At one little comment! No, no no no, the trainee is using him to get accepted in, obviously.)]
[(That's what you think, isn't it?)]
[. . . . . .]
[I don't want to think that anymore.]
[(So you'll join the idiots?)]
[YES! YES I'LL JOIN THE IDIOTS!!]
[I'LL JOIN ALL THE IDIOTS AND BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND! I'LL LET RAMOS LIVE THEIR LIFE. KISS MY STARDUST. I'LL LET ASTERION DO WHAT HE WANTS EVEN!]
[AND THEN WHEN WE'RE STABBED IN THE BACK I'LL JUST TELL STARDUST I. TOLD. YOU. SO.]
[(wow, you really-)]
[Shut. Up.]
[I'm leaving.]
[(Leaving?)]
[Yes. Leaving.]
[And I'll come back when everyone's sane again.]
[(You know that'll never happen.)]
[Good.]
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WOOOOOOOOOO
I GOT A HATEFUL MESSAGE ON ANON AND I IMMEDIATELY DELETED IT WITHOUT GIVING THEM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT
I am FLOURISHING!
#Iâll probably delete this later but Iâm proud of myself so Iâll celebrate for a sec! just for now đ
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#I surmised a couple days back/sometimes last week that Iâm an easy target for such anons#because I always respond sincerely to hateful messages and just assume whatever Iâm being told or accused of is true#I got another one earlier today that I couldnât tell if they were being hateful or sincere but poorly worded but either way it stung#and while I did respond to it I ended up taking it down#I intend for this to be my method for dealing with hateful or questionable anons going forward! no more feeding the mean voices!#what better way to get them off your back than to bore them with a lack of reaction? đ
#I try to be open and communicative but it can (and routinely does I feel) backfire on me⌠so sometimes the answer really IS just giving up#people can think what they want. Iâm just having a good time with my fat hairy italian and his statuesque princess wife#peaches screams into the void
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Thinks oh so hard abt raccoon au printing pod doomed yuri.... What if you were a robot in love with your fellow robot but your past human selves had to fuck it all up and murder eachother đ
#rat rambles#oni posting#for context in the raccoon au both olivia and jackie get printing podded dw abt the logistics too much imagine joshua was involved or smth#but basically olivia semi unintentionally ai-ed the two of them after severely wounding jackie#it was the climax of years of brewing resentment and rage so she was acting quite irresponsibly#the two as pods both awken around the same time on different planetoids#you see the reason Im so committed to this idea is not just because of fun character stuff but also because of hypothetical gameplay stuff#the idea of starting on two planetoids that your dupes cant physically travel between but still having to manage both colonies through#teamwork between both colonies has always been an idea Ive been a big fan of#plus I get to imagine the two talking to eachother not knowing that they're like so mega divorced and also they both kind of sucked in life#and by kind of I mean one did an attempted murder and the other was jackie lol#it also gives me the fun space to play in to compare how I imagine ai jackie would be like compared to ai olivia#I imagine her being a lot more eager to build her colony at first until she starts finding gravitas stuff and starts throwing hissy fits#and by that I mean she gets genuinely rly upset and tried to go into denial before eventually cracking under the weight of her own memories#shed try to disctract herself with progress but since the dupes are deliberately designed to avoid progress shed get frustrated fast#now the duped Can invent new things and grow but jackie wouldn't know that and she'd assume they literally can't#she doesnt view her dupes very kindly and without the carrot of progress she'd start spiraling fast I think#this mixed with raccoon au stuff makes for a very messy combination since not only is there the this was all for nothing feeling but also#the this in question involved actively backstabbing the person she loved most and watching as she grew to hate her so much that she#attempted an actual murder against her and somewhat succeeded#and also said person is still around and is berating you for breaking down because she's better at repressing her memories than you#raccoon au jackie is rly the only one I think itd be particularly interesting to keep around post world ending because she already had some#very repressed guilt before the end so the idea of peeling off the film on that amd letting her pop is fun to me#I also like the idea because it forces olivia into a position where shes left for the rest of time with a woman she hated#and not knowing what to do with that as she finds herself feeling less and less towards the woman she one loved and hated#for raccoon au jackie removing her from the life she had before makes it all crash down on her that much harder#and for raccoon au olivia removing her from it makes it all feel oh so small in retrospect#this ofc differs massively from how Id characterize canon olivia and jackie as canon jackie would likely make for a much more boring pod#and rabbit au jackie can't be there because then shed just reassure olivia that shes done nothing wrong ever and theyd go back to their#doomed codependent toxic yuri ways for the rest of time
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Oooohh i have a request!:
Playing ânever have i everâ or something like that with logan and wade (maybe along the lines of a boring friday night with nothing else to do) and you admit to never having an orgasm by anyone but yourself
Flash forward youâre in loganâs arms and wade is eating the fuck out of your pussy, and then they switch đđ
iâve written something similar two the second part here, but i love the never have i ever idea! // divider from @strangergraphics
boredom isnât something heroes are used to. thereâs always something happening somewhere, someone needing to be saved. but tonight, everything is quiet. the three of you were suspicious at first, but you checked every police scanner, news outlet, and all of your contacts and came up with nothing. the bad guys had decided to take an evening off, and now you were stuck with nothing to do.
you, wade, and logan all sit around in the living room with bottles of beer. you and wade stare at the mindless gameshow on tv while logan rests his eyes. youâre definitely bored, but wade is restless. itâs like heâs itching for something to do, like his body is physically unable to handle the inactivity.
âwhy donât we play a game?â wade asks, startling logan awake.
the two of you look over at wade. âwhat kind of game?â you ask.
âi donât know, ânever have i ever?ââ
logan rolls his eyes, then shuts them again. heâll deny any âold manâ comments, but he really is one. you elbow logan in the side and he opens them again.
âcome on, itâll be fun,â wade pleads.
âitâs not like we have anything better to do,â you say to logan. reluctantly, he agrees.
you reposition yourselves in the living room. you sit on the couch, leaned against the arm with your feet in loganâs lap, who sits on the other end. wade sits on the floor by the coffee table, his beer on the table without a coaster next to him.
âthis is your game, wilson. you start,â logan says before taking a sip of his beer.
âno, donât drink! you only drink if youâve done the thing i say,â wade scoffs. how can logan be so old and still know nothing about fun? âokay, okay. never have i ever⌠gotten arrested.â
you furrow your eyebrows at him while logan takes a drink. youâre almost certainly wade has been arrested before. âi donât think youâre playing this game right,â you say. âyou have to say things youâve never done.â
wade scoffs. âi havenât been arrested, thank you very much. all the cops whoâve tried have mysteriously ended up with broken noses.â
you roll your eyes at him. âmy turn now? never have i ever⌠cheated on a partner.â
both of them take drinks, wade with more shame than logan. ugh, men.
then itâs loganâs turn. ânever have i ever worn a dress.â
you figure itâs targeted at you, just because loganâs a dick, but to your surprise, wade drinks too. logan raises his eyebrow at him, silently urging him to elaborate.
âyou wish you saw that, huh, peanut?â he taunts instead. logan makes a face at that.
âiâm thankinâ god i didnât have to.â
you play a couple more rounds, all three of you exchanging stories and sipping from your bottles. it takes a lot to get them drunk, but youâre starting to feel it. thereâs a collection of empty bottles, mostly beer, but halfway through the game, wade decided to up the ante with some liquor.
itâs wadeâs turn again and he says, ânever have i ever been with two guys at once.â
he means it as a joke. he doesnât expect anyone to drink. thereâs no way logan would do something like that, and youâre too innocent. thatâs why his eyes practically pop out of his head when you throw back the shot.
the game turned sexual a few rounds ago, but it was pretty mild stuff. talk about doing stuff in public, kinks, freaky shit like that. nothing as interesting as this.
both wade and logan turn their full attention to you, eager to hear this story.
âwhat?â you play dumb.
âtwo guys at once?â wade asks. you shrug.
âit wasnât anything.â
ânah,â logan says, sounding interested for the first time all game. âyou gotta tell us.â
you sigh. âit was a while ago. i met this couple at a bar and they said they were looking for a third. i had nothing better to do and they were both hot, soâŚâ you trail off, shrugging again.
âgive us the gory details. howâd you do it? daisy chain?eiffel tower? double cowgirl? triple spooning? come on, tell us,â wade rambles.
âyouâre a fucking perv,â you tell him and he doesnât deny it. âit was just normal dp.â
logan raises an eyebow. âthat stands for double penetration,â wade tells him.
âi know that. iâm just wondering how you took it all,â logan says.
youâre used to this kind of talk from wade. the man thinks with his dick so much that you question if he even has a brain. youâre not, however, used to this from logan. heâs no prude, but he usually doesnât participate in these kinds of conversations with wade.
âmustâve been a tight fit,â logan adds on.
you look between the men and their interested faces. youâre still pretty bored, the game having grown stale a while ago, and now youâre a tipsy. you want something exciting and right now, youâre feeling bold enough to persue it.
âdo you wanna see?â you ask them.
wade and logan share a glance, but it only takes a second before theyâre replying âyesâ in unison.
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⡠First Time?
Synopsis . When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that heâs a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that. / Pairing . virgin!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), premature ejac, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, porn w plot, teasing, taunting, filth, etc. / wc . 6k
A/N: ty to the nonnie on my main who asked if Iâd ever write virgin!jjk men :3 [MDNI]
Who wouldâve thought?
Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didnât make sense.
He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He didnât exactly do parties and yet you could always find him at one. Heâd always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume heâs actually never been inside a woman before?
And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, heâs even rumored to have a big dickâ itâs like some overly well-known campus fact about the guy.
So, again, what reason would anyone have to think the guy was a virgin?
Certainly not you, of course. And you donât expect to be the only person to find out such information either.
The way you find out is probably even more bizarre than the fact itself. You and him had little to no reason to ever interact with each other. You werenât some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything but you werenât much of the party type other.
You were stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, vicariously living through some of your friends who had better things going for them.
As such, there was no real reason for you and Sukuna to cross paths. He never even had a reason to acknowledge your existence until the two of you are paired up together for a project in the one class you happen to take together.
ââ
The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, âWhat?â In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.
âI said,â You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semesterâs project, âWe should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get his knocked out in like a day if you just-â
âOh that,â Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of hisâ he rolls his eyes at your little reminder, âYou said somethinâ about that last week.â
You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache heâs about to give you from this conversation alone, âAll the more reason for you to take it into consideration. The faster we get this done, the less we have to deal with each other.â
As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. Heâs got such lazy posture, his head tilted slightly whilst he gazes at you so intently, and his big muscular arms folded across his chest. Even wearing a black hoodie and gray sweats, he still looks as attractive as everâ mean low-lidded crimson eyes locked on yours, tattooed face so beautifully defined, and rosy lips pulled into such an uninterested little frown.
Up until your words hit his ears properly, âThe less we have to deal with each other, huh?â Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, âYou barely even know me ând yet you want nothing to do with me already.â
âI know enough about you, Sukuna,â You say with a sigh, âAnd you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.â
He arches a brow, his interest piquing, âAnd what exactly do people say about me?â
You let off a light scoff, âDonât act like you donât know.â
âBut I donât know,â Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.
You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not heâs being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.
âThey say youâre an ass,â You eventually say to the man.
To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, âAnd you believe that?â
âSeeing as Iâve asked you to, at the very least, type your name on this document and you havenât even done that yet,â You scoff, âYes.â
The two of you mildly glare at one another for a moment before Sukuna leans up in his seat. Breaking eye contact for just a moment to look at his laptop, he swiftly moves to open up that shared document of yours and types his name out with a heavy sigh.
After which, heâs slouching back again and looking at you, âDonât believe everything people tell you, woman.â
You roll your eyes at him, âWhat? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesnât negate the fact that youâre an assho-â
âWhen do you want to meet up?â Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.
Heâs almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, âFriday. Are you free?â
âUnfortunately,â He grumps.
You give him a little shrug, âGood. Iâll see you then.â
And that was it. That was how each and every interaction with you and Sukuna went. Bickering back and forth about him not doing shit to help you with something thatâll affect your grade majorly, criticizing you about being too focused and needing to relax every now and then, and even calling you a stuck-up little brat one timeâ it was safe to say, you and Sukuna didnât get along too well.
Not that you minded anyway. He wasnât your first partner to care little about their grade so, you knew how to deal with these kinds of people by now. Typically, you indulge yourself in their craving to ârelaxâ just once and then they promise to start helping. Youâve gone down that path before and itâs worked for you then so you assume things will go the same way with Sukuna.
Plus, you guess you can give him a slight pass for his asshole attitude, at least he has a pretty face to look at. Dark ink always decorating his awfully smooth skin, deep dark yet beautiful ruby-shaded eyes boring into whatever it is his focus on, and broad shoulders looming over your smaller figure every time he stands in front of youâ you can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.
ââ
Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, youâre swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. Youâve never been alone with the man so of course youâre a bit nervous.
Especially with the way he gazes down at you like thatâs exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet heâs only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweets of his, he almost appears as though heâd just come from the gym.
And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yoursâ his eyes raking over your body and taking in every single inch of you. After all, just as it was your first time alone with him, it was his first time seeing you dress so comfortably. He doesnât even try to hide the way he stares at your tits peeking out from the rather thin spaghetti-strap top you were wearing, his eyes soon trailing down slowly to those tauntingly short shorts you had on.
âSo,â Sukuna swipes his tongue over his lips and cocks his head to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes yet to lift from your legs, âAre you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?â
You blink out of whatever little daze you were in, having found yourself gazing at his chest far longer than you meant to. It was right in front of your face after all, how could you look anywhere else? And his shirt was so damn tight, the fabric hugging his well-toned body perfectly, so much so that you swore you could make out piercings on his-
Sukuna leans forward suddenly, his face nearing yours to gain your full attention, âIf you keep staring at me like that, Iâm gonna assume you invited me over for something else-â
âSorry,â You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, âYou can come in.â
Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, youâre quick to lead him over to your living room where youâd previously been working on your project.
The two of you are hasty to take a seat on your couch, both of you only a few inches apart from one another whilst you lean toward your coffee table and log into your already open laptop. Sukunaâs eyes are all over you as always, studying your side profile, your intent focus on the screen in front of you, and even the way you-
âDid you even bring anything?â You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.
Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever theyâd been previously, âWas I supposed to?â
âSukuna,â You sigh out, âPlease tell me youâre joking right now.â
He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yoursâ heâs heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him.Â
âIâm not.â He says plainly.
âHow are we supposed to work on this if you-,â You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing wonât change the fact that he showed up with nothing. âJust uhm,â You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, âStay here.â
Sukuna doesnât say anything. He merely watches as you huff and walk off, swiftly exiting the living room and disappearing down a nearby hall. He swears he finds himself looking at you a bit more than intended. Especially as you walked off, his eyes dropping to your ass and those damn shorts of yours.
Even when youâre out of his sight, he still finds himself staring in the direction of which you went, almost unable to look away for whatever strange reason.
That lasts for a few minutes until he snaps out of it and leans back against the couch, tossing his head back and letting out a long sigh. You soon return to find him with an arm stretched along the back of the couch, his legs spread as usual, and his eyes up on the ceiling.
He doesnât even notice youâve returned until he feels something placed in his lap. Looking down, Sukuna finds your laptop kindly set on top of him. To which his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at you to see you sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table with a paper and pencil in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â Sukuna scoffs.
You donât even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, âHow weâll get things done.â He opens his mouth to say something but then youâre looking back at him with a glare, âI already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since itâs on my computer, you can work on that and Iâll work with what I remember.â
You wholeheartedly expected him to find something about this to disagree with you on but, to your surprise, he simply nods and redirects his focus to your laptop immediately.
And then, the two of you work exactly like that for the remainder of that little study session.
ââ
Sukunaâs not terrible to work with when itâs just you and him. If anything, heâs rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on.Â
Which is why a solid two hours of productivity flies by surprisingly smoothly with him. If you asked him a question, he answered. Told him to do something, heâd say something snarky, and then do whatever it is youâve instructed anyway.
It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, âAlright, Iâve had enough for this.â Sukuna says casually.
Heâs been repeating a similar phrase every thirty minutes or so but he usually gets right back to work after getting ignored by you. This time though, you get the feeling heâs serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.
Itâs then that you frown, âOh câmon, we were getting so much done,â You comment as you glance back to him.
He shrugs, âI canât keep looking at that damn screen, itâs giving me a headache.â
âOf course it is,â You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, âFine then, we can take a break.â
Sukunaâs brows lift in surprise. He didnât expect you to listen to him, âGood.â He hums, âI was getting bored as well.â
You scoff, âWere you?â
âYeah, can we do something else?â He asks.
Turning around, you rotate the way youâre sitting so that youâre facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. âLike what?â You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.
âTalk,â Sukuna says.
Thatâs it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, âTalk?â You repeat with a scoff, âSeriously?â
He nods, âMhm.â
âWhat do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?â As you ask him that, you watch the way his eyes casually slide down to your lips.
Does he mean to be this indiscreet with his looks? Or is he eyeing you down like that on purpose?
The man shrugs, âAnything outside of fuckinâ school.â
You laugh at that, âOkay, I can work with that.â
He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, âYeah?â Something about your little laugh threw him off.Â
âMhm,â You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, âThe rumors⌠are they true?â
Thrown off yet again, Sukunaâs brows pinch together. âRumors?â He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, âWhat rumors, woman?â
The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. âCâmon, donât play dumb,â You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, âThe rumors about you.â
He gives you a perplexed look and itâs almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. âIf you know something, say it.â He demands.
You sigh, âSukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?â
Sukuna shrugs, âI donât care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?â
Youâre just curious. You swear thatâs all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to youâ of course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. Youâre both adults and itâs just a silly question. Plus, with the way heâs been looking at you all afternoon, youâre sure he wonât mind answering you with a simple yes or no.
Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, âItâs uh, rather intimate.â You hush out.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, âIntimate?? An intimate rumor about me?â
His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. âYeah, are you sure you donât know what they say about you??â You ask again.
âPositive. Now speak, what is it they say?â Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, heâs never-
âPeople say you have a big dick,â You utter way too casually.
So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you donât mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. âWhat?â He rasps out.
You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, âI didnât stutter,â Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, âPeople say you have a big dick, is it true?â
Sukuna clears his throat and for the first time, he glances away from you. Then, he opens and closes his mouth, contemplating his next words carefully before they soon fall from his lips, âYou wanna find out?â
His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, âYou wanna show me?â You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.
âDo I want to-,â Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, âWhat?â He huffs, swallowing thickly.
You move to stand on your knees and lean forward to the couch, soon propping your chin up on your palm as you look at him, âShow me,â You chuckle, âI asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.â
He blinks, âShow you my cock?â
You shrug, âYeah.â
The air is so thick right now, Sukunaâs not sure how exactly he can play this off without making a fool of himself. He gulps yet again, only to watch as your eyes start to drop down along his body.
âStop,â He rushes out, âKeep your eyes up here. On mine,â He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.
And then itâs quiet for a moment. Heâs staring at you and youâre obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesnât know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret.Â
Itâs like he was waiting for a fucking pin to drop, something to break the silence. Yet, his mind was going blank and words were failing him at the moment. Heâs flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly evenâ but for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.
Heâs like that for a minute longer until you move. So subtly too, sliding a hand to his thigh, leaning forward slightly, batting your lashes at him, âSukuna?â You whisper.
His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. âW-What?â He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.
âIf you donât wanna show me you can jusâ say no,â You hum, smiling a bit, âYâknow that, right?â
He scoffs, âOf course I know that, woman.â
âIf you know that thenâŚâ Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, âAre you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?â
Something simply clicks inside Sukunaâs head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, âFind out for yourself since youâre so curious.â
Your eyes go wide, âWhat?â
Sukuna scoffs lightly, moving one of his arms from the back of the couch and placing his hand over his crotch. Of course, your gaze sinks down to his veiny hand, watching as he palms a stupidly large bulge in his sweats.
Your breath hitches a bit, âI-I-â
You donât even get the chance to get it out before heâs cutting you off, âCâmere,â Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.
âWhat?â You whisper.
You and him make eye contact again and he nods his chin toward the space in between his legs. Nothing can really explain why you follow his gesture and quickly find yourself sitting in between his legs, taking a deep breath as you settle your hands on his thighs.
Sliding your touch up and up and up until your fingers graze his hand. The same hand that was resting on top of that aching bulge of his.
Sukuna slowly lifts his hand up and away, relaxing his arm on the back of the couch again as he stares down at you. Cocking his head to the side, âWell? Feel it.â He huffs.
You donât even hesitate. Trailing your fingers upward carefully until you feel the outline of his cock beneath your fingertips, gulping as you drag your hand up to cup his length in your hand firmly, and smirking at the way his cock twitches furiously beneath your small touch.
Sukunaâs mouth falls open for a second but youâre too engrossed in feeling him to notice. He lets out a shuddered breath as he watches the way you grope his steadily growing erection. His head even tosses back and his fingers dig into the couch for a moment.
âIt is big,â You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.
âFuck,â Sukuna grits out lowly, hips unconsciously lifting to press himself further against you.
His curse earns your attention. You quickly glance up to him and see the way heâs got his head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with every heavy gulp he takes, and his chest rising and falling rather quickly.
You lift your hand carefully and decide to test something out. Slowly, you lean forward and just barely press your lips against his clothed cock.
Sukunaâs whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and heâs weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. âT-The fuck are you doing? Huh?â He huffs while gripping onto your hair.
You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. âI justâŚâ Youâre not exactly sure you can explain yourself.
And by this point, Sukuna doesnât think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, ââŚYou what? You wanna see it?â
All you can do is give him a little nod before he moves his free hand to the drawstring of his sweatpants. Then you're quick to help him tug them down until his boxers are revealed to youâ a noticeable dampness in the fabric right where his leaking tip is. Was that because of you?
Before you can dawn on your own questions, Sukunaâs moving to tug his cock out. And fuck is he even bigger revealed before your eyes. With an upward curve, such an angry flushed tip, precum dripping from the slit of his fat cockhead, veins decorating his shaft and-
Shit, you were drooling. Howâd you get like this again?? Ah, who cares?
âSukuna,â You breathe out, ripping your eyes away from his cock just to look up at him.
He was almost panting, dark maroon eyes pouring down into yours, face flushed with different shades of red and pink, his lips parted softlyâ hell, he looked like he was in heat or something.
Gulping before he answers you, Sukuna clears his throat and his voice is already husky, âWhat?â
You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, âCan I-â
âYeah,â He cuts off. Lord knows if you got that question out he was going to lose his damn mind.
You raise a brow and lean forward, keeping your eyes on his while your lips near his tip, âYeah?â
The last thing you get from him is a nod before youâre parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way youâre sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukunaâs mind spinning.
Heâs never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest heâs gone as far as sexual activities are concerned is a little bit of dry humping. But this? Oh hell, this was his first time and he had zero idea how he was going to keep that information away from you.
Especially when he feels your tongue slip from between your lips and swirl around the head of his cock, kittenly lapping up that slim layer of precum sitting so prettily on his tip.Â
âOh f-fuuck,â Sukuna groans huskily, the hand on your head gripping tighter.
You pull away from him slightly just to take in his expression and the way he tosses his head back. It was almost cute to you. The last thing you expected was for him to be so damn sensitive, you hardly did anything.
His sensitivity only worsens as you finally start wrapping your lips around his cock, feeling him throb when you sink your mouth down on him. Sukunaâs jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he canât help but moan at the way you leisurely suck on half of his lengthy cock.
Your saliva wets up the rest of his shaft and you make up for what your mouth hasnât reached yet with your hand, stroking him lightly whilst you take the rest of his girth in and out of your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him, pulling off just to messily spit and kiss on his blushing tip, and slobbering all over himâ Sukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.
Heâs used his hand and other shit before but holy fuck, nothing, and he means nothing compares to that damn mouth of yours. The way you look with his cock stuffed right in between those lips heâs been staring at for God knows how longâ your lips all slick with spit, eyes rolling back the deeper you take him, and tongue sticking out every time you pull your mouth off of him.
You soon slip your mouth off of him and start jerking him off, focusing your tongue on his tip and slithering the wet muscle in between the slit of his cock, lathering your tongue up with his glistening precum.Â
The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. Heâs panting, trying his best to look like this wasnât phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was.Â
Your tongue sticks out and your hand continues to slide up and down his cock as you tap his tip on your tongue, making his brows twist up.Â
He bites back a throaty sound, âHah⌠damn brat,â Sukuna huffs out as if to⌠degrade you?Â
You almost find it cute how clearly inexperienced he is, spitting a fat wad of spit onto his pretty wet tip and then smiling at him, âSukuna,â You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, âIs this your first time?â
He instantly looks off to the side, the veins in his neck and along his jawline tensing as he grits his teeth. Since he decides to ignore your little question, you take it a step further and slide your hand down his cock, gripping his thick base firmly before taking him into your heavenly warm mouth again.
His expression breaks completely, âOh shit,â Sukuna moans, his hips bucking up into your mouth as you slide him deeper into your mouth than you did before.
Then his hand is pushing your head down further on instinct and heâs subtly rutting his hips up. You lift your head up despite his constant pushing, soon causing your head to bob up and down whilst you suck him off skillfully.
âJusâ like that,â Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, âDonât s-, agh, stop.â
Sucking him deeper and deeper before you move your hand completely, you suck in a deep breath of air through your nose, open up the very back of your throat, and sink all the way down, your lips meeting his pelvis as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Sukuna kicks something. Probably your coffee table with the way one of his legs extends out so suddenly, a choked-out groan ripped from his throat as your little move was all it took for him to cum. And itâs so much too, hot thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat, his hand holding onto your head for dear life whilst a moan of your name rolls off his tongue.
Youâre still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what heâs gifted you and then stick your tongue out. Laying it flat against his tip, you leisurely lick at him as if to beg for more and now the manâs pushing your head away for the first time.
When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice heâs got his tattooed arm over his mouth and his lashes are batting softly at you. For such a big man, he was so ridiculously cute right now. Panting, sweating, cursing under his breath as if you couldnât hear him.
âYeah,â Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, âThat was⌠my first⌠time. I uh-â
âDo you want more?â Is the last thing you asked him before you were sitting back on your heels and he was stumbling to his feet.
You had to guide him through it of course but, Sukuna doesnât hesitate to stuff your face full of his cock again. You take him so kindly too, obediently sitting there with your hands gripping his thighs for support with every careful thrust of his hips.
He was trying to be gentle with you at first. Partially because he didnât know what the hell he was doing, and also because he just loved the initial entry into your mouth. Over and over, Sukuna slid his dick in and out of your mouth like he was possessed, addicted to the feeling of you greedily sucking on him.
He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but his cock had yet to go downâ twitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasnât much of a talker but he damn sure let out a plethora of grunts and groans.
They were so husk too, coming from deep within his chest, some getting caught in his throat when he felt your tongue flick against a specific vein on the underside of his cock. His fat tip knocked into the back of your throat with a single heavy thrust before his hands were latching onto the sides of your head.
Again, heâs not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon heâs got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and heâs huffing out words before he realizes. âEyes up here, câmon, hah⌠look at me,â Sukuna grunts.
Your eyes are completely glossed over as they flutter up to him. A moan vibrates against his skin as you make such intimate eye contact with the man, feeling his hips pick up.
Sukuna nods, âGood girl,â He praises in a low purr, and fuck does that do wonders for you because your legs are squeezing together more than they were before and youâre whining against him. âFuck, yâlike that?â He huffs, earning a sloppy lilâ nod from you.
He then feels you hum, âM-Mhm.â And heâs got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.
Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, âYeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ând-, agh, scolding me⌠this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?â
His words had you whining again, fluttering your lashes at him as your fingertips dug into his thighs a little. Sukuna eases his hips back slowly, tipping his head to the side as he gently caresses the side of your face with his thumb.
âMessy girl,â He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way youâre just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. âJusâ look at this face,â Sukuna chuckles, âYâlook like a slut cryinâ like thatâ itâs cute.â
Blinking, you hadnât even realized you had a tear or two sliding down your face. Your mouth remains open for a second before he moves to rub his tip against your plump lips, smearing your spit and his cum all over the damn place with a little grin on his face.
ââKunaâŚâ You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, âI canât believe youâre a virg-â
âDonât finish that sentence,â He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, âJusâ⌠keep sittinâ there lookinâ pretty fâme,â Sukuna says.
You roll your eyes at him and all he can do is smile, pushing his hips forward again and easing his cock in between your lips. He slides in slowly until you can feel him pressing right against the back of your throat. To which he keeps himself there for a second, testing that gag reflex of yours and watching your eyes water.
Moving his hand back to the top of your head, he buries his fingers in your hair, âSo fuckinâ sexy like this,â Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, âMâgonna cum again, stay j-just like that,â He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before heâs throwing his head back.
And as if to coax his orgasm out, you carefully move a hand to cup his balls, sucking on his cock as best as you can and earning an accidental sound from his throat. The second your palm is felt against him, the moment he feels your tongue slicking against him, Sukuna whines.
Then his thighs are tensing and heâs groaning loudly as if to cover up the sound that just left his lips, filling your throat with his seed and then tugging your mouth off of him with a quick pull of your head. Youâre quick to swallow for yet a second time, letting out a needed cough after the fact while he stumbles back just a bit, his calves hitting the couch.
âVixen,â Sukuna growls.
You clear your throat and send a smile his way, âNot my fault you cum easy.â
Sukunaâs slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, âTell anyone about this ând Iâll-â
âOh,â You suddenly purr, cutting him off as you lift yourself up from the ground. He watches with slightly widened eyes as you move to straddle him, âDonât tell me you thought we were done?â
Heâs at a loss for words all over again, his confidence suddenly getting caught in his throat and flying out the window. Your hands slip to his broad shoulders and you lean forward a little.
Sukunaâs hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, âYou want more?â
You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, âDonât you?â You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. âAt the very leastâŚâ Your lips slowly near his and heâs losing his breath, âTaste yourself, Sukuna.â
And then your lips are on his and heâs taking your tongue into his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens before he pulls you flush against him, feeling your crotch press right against his cock thatâs steadily twitching back to life.
The two of you share a heated and messy kiss, your hips carefully swaying against him to encourage his returning arousal. You canât really use curiosity as an excuse anymore, can you?
Well, you can. And you do with the way your hands slide down to his chest, your fingers slipping over his nipples to find exactly what youâd been curious about. You flick your fingers over his piercing there and Sukuna lets out a low hiss, prying his lips from yours and sending you a glare.
Not only did that little move of yours make his cock spring up completely but, you also notice the frown on his face.
Smiling at him, âSukunaâŚâ
âDonât.â He huffs.
âYou have nipple piercings?â You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.
He grits his teeth slightly, ââŚObviously.â
Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, âCan I see them?â
âNo.â He replies.
Part two.
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ok. bllk and jealousy rate. how jealous can they get over their gf and what do they do to cope lmao
HOW JEALOUS IS HE? â [BLUE LOCK]
characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, oliver aiku content: gn! reader (request says gf but reader is gender neutral) notes: some of these are lowkey toxic, minor spoilers for kunigamiâs character arc, nagi is taller than reader
most jealous: bachira, rin, reoÂ
bachira meguru âś
bachira has many, many insecurities. growing up isolated and without many friends, he is more possessive of those heâs close to, which obviously includes you. he just doesnât want to lose you, which manifests itself in jealousy over anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship
bachira gets really clingy when heâs jealous. he thinks that inserting himself into the situation, sometimes literally wedging himself between you and the other person. he usually chooses to drape himself over you, nuzzling into your neck and speaking low enough that only you hear, trying his best to divert your attention. third-wheeling is pretty uncomfortable for the other person, especially with the smiling sneer bachiraâs shooting at them, so they make a quick irish exitÂ
itoshi rin âś
an egoist to his very core, rin can get very jealous. while heâs very sure of himself in nearly every other part of his life, he knows that he is not an ideal partner a lot of the time, though heâll never admit it. heâs not the most expressive or the most patient, and heâs sure that there are better partners for you out there.Â
when rinâs jealous, itâs a silent but deadly thing. like when heâs locked in on the ball in a game, his focus you and his âcompetitorâ is unwavering. he stalks over to stand behind you, his chest bumping right up against your back, and he snarls, âwhat the hell do you want, you mediocrity?â usually the other person backs off after seeing rinâs bone-chilling glare but if theyâre bold enough to answer back, rin bares his teeth and is poised to strike. itâs probably best if you diffuse the situation quickly before it gets uglier Â
mikage reo âś
we already know how jealous reo was over nagi so itâs safe to say that heâs definitely very jealous. having been bored with the world and other people for so long, heâs thrilled when you two get together. it makes his very protective of you and he wants to be one of the most, if not the most, special person in your life.Â
reo can go a couple of ways when he feels jealous over someone else but it think his primary response is to tear down the person methodically. he tilts his head a little, looks the person up and down, and notes everything about their appearance â hair, skin, clothes (including brand and cost) and criticizes every little thing. itâs a strategic move in his opinion, using observational skills and knowledge he had given his upbringing to pick apart the other person. he also might make some underhanded comment that includes that he has a black cardÂ
less jealous: isagi, kunigami, saeÂ
isagi yoichi âś
he definitely gets jealous from time to time but he doesnât feel the need to act on it a lot. heâs pretty mature and for the most part level-headed (plus his ability to piece together future events helps him keep his cool a lot). this doesnât mean that he isnât jealousÂ
when isagi is jealous, heâs sulky. he wonât take immediate action and watch from afar, arms crossed and a little pouty. he tries to look as dejected and as âwet-cat patheticâ as possible to make you feel bad and come over to comfort him. when you inevitably do, looping your arm through his and kissing his cheek, he canât help but smirk at the other person like a cat who go the creamÂ
kunigami rensuke âś
i debated where to put kunigami since there are âtwo sidesâ to him â pre- and post-wildcard. pre-wild card kunigami is definitely a lot less bothered; he trusts you 100% and is 100% confident and secure in your relationship and himself. post-wild card kunigami is less chill and more forceful. heâs not a hero anymore but even as he plays a more âvillainousâ role in soccer, he wonât cross that line in your relationship. heâs still very secure in you and himself, but heâs more protective of your relationship. definitely a âi trust you/us but itâs other people iâm worried aboutâ kind of guy
when pre-wild card kunigami got jealous, he wonât act in the moment and will talk to you about it afterwards, in a private setting. open lines of communication were important to him and working out problems like this. post-wildcard kunigami is all stormy looks and intimidation. like rin, he also stands behind you but in less actively aggressive way and more just to be threatening. itâs 95% effective and the 5% of times it doesnât work, kunigami is not above muscling the other person awayÂ
itoshi sae âś
i thought about putting sae in the âmost jealousâ section but i just think that he is someone whose jealousy simmer just beneath his apathetic surface. he sees most other people as beneath him and believes that they are not worthy of speaking to you, let alone hitting on you, but because heâs sees them as so beneath him, he canât be bothered half the time to do anything since theyâre simply not worth it. he gets the most jealous when itâs people who he can potentially view as equals, like other professional athletesÂ
when heâs jealous, sae literally just pretends they donât exist, only talking to you. if the other person tries to interject, he sends them a sideways glare â the only acknowledgment of their existence â and then turns away to continue whatever conversation, suggesting that you both get away from the other person as quickly as possible. if ignoring the person doesnât work, sae doesnât shy away from spewing vitriol at the other person
least jealous: nagi, oliver, michael
nagi seishiro âś
simply put, being jealous is a hassle to nagi. it makes him too hot and too annoyed for him to want to feel it so he suppresses the feeling a lot. nagiâs height is already intimidating enough for most people so they donât approach you when they see you two together but that isnât a deterrent to everyone
when nagi gets jealous, he does one of two things: just gives a thousand-yard stare that freaks people out or he gets whiny and clingy. his stare is eerie and silent, and the lightness of his eyes doesnât help it. he towers over you like some cryptid companion. when he gets whiny and clingy, nagi tugs at your sleeve and asks drily, âcan we go yet? why are you still talking to them?â
oliver aiku âś
sigh⌠oliver is undoubtedly someone who thinks and knows heâs the shit. with so many women and men alike fawning over everything about him, his ego is through the roof. he has very little worry about you leaving him for someone else. honestly, he finds it amusing most of the time when someone attempt to draw you away from him, and letâs it play out a lot for his own entertainment. of course, heâll intervene if itâs making you uncomfortable but he also believes you can handle yourselfÂ
when oliver gets jealous, he acts as casual as possible. heâs friendly towards the other person and but itâs not hard to uncover that itâs all fake, whether itâs from the glint in his eye or the way his smile is stiff and forced. common tells when he gets jealous is that he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek or he clenches his teeth and inhales softly but sharply. he employs the good old tactic of calling the other person the wrong name and making all kind of underhanded comments that slowly chip at their nerves. (âharuya? haruki? oh! youâre haruto! right, right, you know, theyâve never mentioned you before! crazy, huh?â)Â
michael kaiser âś
kaiser in german literally means âemperor,â and itâs no secret that kaiser views himself as one. similar to sae, he see himself as so above others that heâs not even bothered by other people hitting on you. it displeases him greatly, sure, but these cockroaches will never be able to steal you from him so why should an emperor deal with the plebians? the only time that ever happens is when a peasant is particularly forceful and then, kaiser intervenes
when he gets jealous, kaiser puts on a show. if thereâs one thing about him, heâs a bit of a drama queen. he will absolutely posture and puff out his chest at the offending person, looking down his nose arrogantly and smirking. he makes a big display of wrapping himself around you, gripping firmly at your hips and saying, âliebling, youâre very charitable to entertain this insect, but itâs time to end this ruse.â
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Hi how are you? If you want, could you tell us what your headcanons would be for what the Sully children's relationship would be like with a human/avatar mother who was mated with Jake and Neytiri? Thank you very much, have a great day!
I can see a lot of possible outcomes for this one! So here ya go! Enjoy!
P.S: Reader will not be given a name in this one, instead she will be called "small mama"
Pinnacle protection
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Pinnacle motherhood
Right off the bat, the whole family loves their third mother, second mate. Jake sully couldn't ask for a better family, and better mates. Especially his little human mate. Neytiri will agree with him, while yes she has her children to hug, her little mate is just what she needs. Something small yet full of love just for her.Â
Now like any trio, there is a balance between the parents. Jake is the head of the family, the brains with his clever ideas. Neytiri at times can be the brains but most muscle due to her skills in fighting and hunting. And their beloved human is the heart of the family. Keeping everyone together.Â
And like any child, the sully kids will have favorites. And their favorite is their amazing human mother. She is the most fun, loving parent any child could ever ask for. Are they not getting their way with Jake or neytiri? To mama it is! And mama will always fold by the simple look of her kids.Â
Another thing about their favorite mama, they all believe she has the power to read their minds. How else would it explain she knows their next move?Â
Loâak and tuk can recall so many instances where they were barely forming an idea only for their mama to say âdont even think about itâ or âit is not worth the troubleâ.Â
For neteyam, as he is the oldest he does try to be a good example for his mischievous siblings, along with holding so many responsibilities, but he can always count on his small mama for anything. Small mama consoles him, talking about anything neteyam has his mind about.Â
Unlike Jake or neytiri who neteyam has to put up a strong warrior face, with a small mama he can revert back to being a baby with her. He feels safe and be a kid again with her. And small mama always called him her âlittle baby boyâ. Neteyam won't admit it but he likes it when she calls him that.Â
For kiri, she definitely adores her small mama. She is closer to her third parent than she is with neytiri. Not to be mean or anything. But with Jake, Kiri can talk about what odd things happen around her, ask her about her mother and stuff but with her small mama. Well, she can express far more with her, be free to say anything not be judged upon. Kiri can dare say small mama understands her more than anyone in the world.
With tuk, the baby of the family. Why, she loves to be the taller one, it makes her happy. Of course she would never tease her small mama that she is taller, but small mama would call her âtiny tukâ. A name tuk loves and will glady flex it for some reason.Â
If tuk can't go somewhere with her older siblings, small mama would personally take her anywhere she wants to go. As long as it is safe. With small mama, everything is fun and never boring. Tuk loves the times where her hair is braided or she braids small mamaâs hair.Â
Now, if small mama would use her avatar, nothing much would change. Except that now the kids will demand piggy back rides. Tuk or loâak would be front of the line for that. Â
Hunting would be easier and much more fun with jake and neytiri, running, riding their ikrans, less risk overall.Â
Even with her avatar, she is still short compared to her two mates. She is smaller than Neytiri by 9 ½ inches. Not something she is super thrilled about. No matter what body, she is still small mama through and through.Â
Small mama is forever grateful to live her best life with her family, loving them and saying her thanks to Eywa for blessing her to be the best of her two worlds. Through hardships, through trials, small mama has a mighty heart and a roar of an ikran. Yes sometimes she might be stressed or frustrated but life is not perfect. Small mama knows that all too well. But there is nothing better than what she has.Â
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pomegranate
pomegrante part one: harry and y/n are roommates and she doesn't want him to feel lonely
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Harry's brows knitted together as he lifted his eyes from the avocado he was slicing, eyes flitting to the television from where he stood at his kitchen island. Truthfully, he didn't know why he kept watching this show when he never agreed with any of the contestants' decisions. More often than not, he came away frustrated when he watched these singles fumble budding relationships in favor of the near-mythical 'something better' they were convinced was out there. He couldn't understand why they prioritized sex with someone they didn't even know existed yet over someone right in front of them, that was more than enough.Â
Shaking his head when he saw another shirtless, spray-tanned man with a head of permed curls on the top of his head pull a beautiful girl to the side for a "chat", Harry directed his attention back to the strokes of the knife under his hand. His sushi bake would be out of the oven soon and he needed to get all of his fix-ins in order before the timer ran out.Â
Just as he stowed away his slices of avocado and started on the edamame pods he planned on salting and marinating, the humming of the garage door rolling up rumbled through the house. A slight smile touched at his cheeks, already anticipating the clicking of heels he would no doubt hear before the door leading from the garage to the kitchen would be swung open with a huff.Â
(Y/N) had been on a date tonight, and there was no way it had gone well if she was already home. Only an hour away didn't make for a particularly fun night.Â
As expected, only moments after the garage had been closed and he heard the slam of her car door, (Y/N) trudged in from the extension with a tired expression on her face.Â
"Hey, H," she sighed, already bending over to take her shoes off despite barely making it onto the tile of the kitchen floor.
"Hi, (Y/N)," he greeted, turning around with his avocado slices left behind, "Bad night?"Â
He didn't have to see her face to know she was rolling her eyes.Â
"The worst." She stood up to her full heightâsans high heels, of courseâwith a flick of her hair. "I should've just stayed home with you. I wouldn't have been bored to near tears with you."Â
For a second, Harry felt his heart sitting in his throat. Did she have any idea what it did to him when she talked like thatâjoked like that? Years into this friendship with no shortage of her sweetened comments, he doubted she did. He just hoped that she didn't notice his cheeks reddening and the way his hands suddenly didn't know what to do.Â
"'M sorry," he murmured, "Was he nice at least?"Â
(Y/N) shrugged, the silk straps of her top shifting over her smooth shoulders. "Nice enoughâhe just likes talking about himself, I think."Â
Harry's lips thinned at her comment. He couldn't imagine being anything but the best listener for (Y/N); who wouldn't want to hear everything that was going on in her head and the piles of stories, however mundane, she could share?Â
"Well, unless you're too tired, we could watch our show? Dinner will be ready soon if y'were still hungry."Â
It was the way she seemingly inflated, light in her eyes with her hands brought to her chest all to match the bubbly smile on her lips, that had his heart springing in his chest.Â
"You'd share your dinner with me?"Â
You can have everything of mine, as long as you keep looking at me like that.
A mild smile curled his lips in hopes of concealing everything bubbling underneath his skin. "Of course. 'S a salmon sushi bake, if that sounds any good to you."Â
"That sounds so good, H. You're the best, thank you."Â
Her smile was dazzling when she turned it on him. Thank god he had set his knife down, or he would have lost a couple of fingers at this point.Â
This time, he couldn't shake the smile that bloomed over his lips, however sheepish it was. "Of courseâum, thank you."Â
A peal of laughter left her lips as she traipsed out of the kitchen, heels in hand. "You're so sweet. I'm gonna change, but I'll be right back!"Â
As if in a swirl of cherry blossoms and white lace, (Y/N) was gone. Along with her went the sparks that flooded his bloodstream and tremors in his fingers.Â
God, he'd have thought knowing her since university days he would be used to her at this point. It was as if becoming roommates those couple of months ago did the opposite of acclimating him to her presence. He wasn't sure there was anything about herâthe way she looked, the way she acted, the way she talkedâthat didn't hold even a bit of magic in his eyes.Â
The sound of the oven timer going off brought Harry back to real life. Now that he was planning on sharing this dinner with (Y/N), he wanted to ensure everything was perfect. One of his favorite things about living with her was being able to take care of her through simple things like cooking dinner or making coffee in the morning. Every night she went out on a date or took a night off to go out for a girls night, he was there to get the rundown of her time away and feed her toast and water to lessen the blow of the morning hangover as much as he could. He was there for any and everythingâeven if he wasn't necessarily in the mood to hear about her feelings for another. He would rather be on her side even if she was on someone else's arm, than not be there at all.Â
All while (Y/N) was readying herself for a night in with Harry, he was focusing on his knife strokes and mixing the different sauces to be drizzled over the bake. By the time she emerged with a set of pajamas on and her hair twisted out of her face, Harry had crafted the perfect dinner to be shared over an episode of their tropic reality dating show.Â
He didn't wait for her before he was putting together her plate, dressed the way he knew she liked, sheets of nori off to the side along with a pair of chopsticks he taught her how to use years ago.Â
"There's extra in the kitchen if y'want more," he murmured as he passed the plate to her hands, taking the spot on the couch at her side.Â
"This looks so good, H," she beamed, looking at him with something he liked to think of as affection in her eyes, "Thank you again, really. You're already making my night so much better."Â
"Good," he swallowed, dropping his eyes to the tip of her nose, "'M glad I couldâumâmake y'happy."
He could have cringed at the sound of his fumbling words, but that was only cut off when (Y/N) shot him a beaming smile and gave him a hug in the form of wrapping her arm around his own and resting her head on his shoulder for a lingering moment.Â
"Wait! Wasn't he paired with Amber an episode ago?"
(Y/N)'s bubbled outrage was the perfect cover to the way his heart had landed in his throat. This way, he could concentrate on anything but himself and the reactions he was having over someone who was supposed to be just his friend.
"Yeah," Harry murmured, wrapping a bite of crispy rice and marinated salmon on a sheet of nori, "He pulled Lissa over for a chat at the start of this one."Â
"Of course, he did," (Y/N) grumbled.Â
While he would never wish anything but pure joy on her, Harry couldn't help the way his own happiness sprouted in his chest. He would never pass on a night like this.
âââââ
"Can I lay on you?"Â
Harry blinked back to earth at the sound of (Y/N)'s voice over the familiar episode of a long ended reality show they'd already watched hundreds of times. Looking to her end of the couch, she was already slouched into the corner cushion, eyes heavy and hair tucked not a mess away from her face.Â
He didn't think before he nodded his head, uncurling his legs to allow her space to lay her head. She murmured her gratitude in a sleepy voice as she stretched across the cushions to rest her head on his thighs.Â
It was a familiar move, something that (Y/N) had done many times even prior to their roommate situation coming to fruition. She'd spilled to him more than once that she was a cuddly personâtouchy-feely, was the way she put itâtaking and loving all of the physical affection she was able to collect. Including from Harry, who always seemed to take the whole thing entirely too seriously. It was cute, she'd said, cute enough she couldn't help but to laugh.Â
Tonight, she was already heavy-eyed and loose-limbed by the time she settled against his legs. Her hands were tucked under her cheek, a small barrier between his thigh and her cheek though he could still feel every ray of her warmth no matter what.Â
He did his absolute best to stay relaxed despite the instinct to straighten his spine and tense his muscles at the affectionate way she laid over him. He wanted to be the best pillow he could be for her, and that wouldn't be possible if he resembled a wooden plank more than a fluffed case of feathers.Â
Harry's win came in the form of a languid sigh that left her lips, (Y/N) practically going boneless against him.Â
"You're the best, H," she murmured, just barely audible over the club music sounding from the television. "Thank you."Â
Swallowing, he allowed his eyes to glaze over her form without her own watchful gaze on him. Hearing those words attached to that mouth from this gorgeous girl, was going to make him burst.Â
"You're welcome," he whispered, urging his eyes to move on from the sliver of her midriff on display from the ruched hem of her top.Â
As expected, a breathy laugh came from (Y/N). "You can touch me, you know," she said, twisting just enough to look up at him through flared lashes, "You don't have to keep your hands up like that."Â
He hadn't even realized he froze with his limbs hovering over her, resting away as if there were a barrier holding him back. "Oh," he sounded, blood burning behind his cheeks, "Sorry."Â
Could he be any more pathetic? Embarrassment surged through his veins. Was there any other way he could make it that much more obvious just how nervous (Y/N) made him?Â
In a set of cautious movements, his hands floated back down to her form. He gently settled his palm on the cuff of her shoulder while the other rested near her head, where strands of hair brushed the stretch of his fingers.Â
"It's okay," she said, the smile evident in her voice despite Harry not seeing the curl, "You're so silly, H."Â
It was the way her voice trailed off, taking on a deeper octave than before, that showed him just how close she was to finding the other side of her eyelids. He instinctively began running his thumb along the ball of her shoulder, a circuit that had him skimming her soft skin with the sleeve of her top pushed out of the way.Â
There was something about seeing her skin being dented by his touch, a touch that wasn't particularly strong or even rough at all. She wondered if she was able to feel the whorls of his print, the creasing of his knuckle. It was an innocent enough feeling, his hand upon her arm, but he felt his heart beginning to thump. His throat was thick enough he felt his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.Â
This was another facet that only took on a life of its own, the casual intimacy that had been sparked between them now that they shared a home. Laying her head on his shoulder in a passing hug, resting her head on his lap, practically asking him to put his hands on her as she was lulled to sleep. Logically, he was sure this was supposed to get easier as it went, the more it happened the magic was supposed to lessen. But, that just didn't happen.
His heart still thumped heavily. His stomach tightened and pitted and warmed. His... well, other parts of him appreciate the touching too, even if he resented focusing on those parts of himself.
It felt more than wrong to acknowledge his baser interests in her, not when she was such a kind and loving friend to him. If that boundary between them was meant to be crossed, there were plenty of times both during their university days and the years that followed, that gave perfect opportunities for that line to be wiped away and crossed in favor of something new. Instead, they were still just friendsâbest friends, even.Â
You're not supposed to get hard over your best friend. Not when she was doing nothing but falling asleep in his lap. Not when she was relaxing in her own home in comfortable pajamasâeven if they were comprised of a soft t-shirt and pair of shorts just a touch too small that rolled up at the hem, giving more and more skin for his eyes to feast upon. Without a bra, of course. A fact evident in the way her nipples would peak against the material.Â
No, he was not supposed to be hard over that. Not to mention the glaring fact that she spent nearly every weekend on a date with someone or going out with the express purpose of having fun and meeting other people.Â
There was also, of course, the most prominent issue: he's a virgin. Even if he somehow managed to see more than just a friendship in him, he would have no idea how to take care of her. (Y/N) was someone who had experienced enough physical affection that she no doubt knew what she enjoyed and what she didn't; there was little to no appeal to teaching the one you're in bed with how to do the most basic of acts.
So he would keep his distance, even if the rest of his body refused to get on the same page.Â
"Are you okay?"Â
(Y/N)'s mumbled voice shook Harry from his thoughts. Blinking back to the real world, she was tipping her head up to look at him with sleepy eyes.Â
"Hm?" he hummed, aware of the way his hand had gone still on her arm and his bones had grown stiff.Â
"Do you want me to move or something?" she murmured, "So you can get comfortable? Sorry if I made your leg fall asleep."Â
Harry's skin warmed to a flushing red. Of course, he would grow restless when she was on his mind. Taking stock of his body, at least he knew he wasn't that hard; any longer in his mind and he may have had a problem.Â
"'S alright, 'm alright," he rushed out, "Jus' think 'm getting tired. Sorry."Â
She smiled up at him, her hair haloing around her head in his lap. "It's okay," she laughed, "Do you want to go to bed? We can keep watching tomorrow instead."Â
That was what he needed at the moment: distance. Some peace and quiet and a moment to get his head on straight. "Let's go to bed," he affirmed, mimicking her soft smile.Â
Her movements were lethargic as she moved off of his lap. A curling stretch had her raising her arms above her head, the hem of her top lifting just enough to show a sliver of skin above the waistline of her shorts. Harry quickly retracted his eyes, settling his gaze to his feet instead.Â
Turning to him, with eyes slightly hooded and limbs languid, (Y/N) gave him a smile. "Goodnight, H," she mumbled, "Thanks for making my night better."
Collecting him in her arms, Harry didn't have to think before he was reciprocating her hug. The scent of her perfume twisted around him, stray hairs tickling the tip of his nose. Her words echoed in his head.Â
He made her night. She made his life.Â
"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he crooned, melting into her hug for just a moment longer before unwrapping himself from her hold. "'M happy I could help."Â
Her smile was sweet as she turned on her socked feet towards her bedroom. "See you in the morning."Â
He watched as she pushed open her bedroom door, her eyes glanced over her shoulder at him. Her pretty, pretty eyes.Â
"See you in the morning."Â
With that, the night ended as she closed her bedroom door behind her.Â
Though she stayed just where she was on Harry's mind.Â
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Harry wiped his hands clean now that the sink was cleared of all dirty dishes. The clock on the stove detailed the time as eleven thirty-two, a half an hour longer than he meant to stay up tonight. But, he supposed that's what happened when he decided to take a nap instead of cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.Â
Quiet voices sounded through the living room from the show running on the television though Harry didn't pay it any mind as he swept through the space. (Y/N) was out for a girls night, leaving it Harry's turn to take care of the common spaces to ensure neither of them would have to tidy anything in the morning. Plus, he didn't think it would be very nice of him to leave her stumbling over his pile of shoes when she came home after a night of drinking and crashing on a friend's couch.Â
He could still see traces of her scattered about the space in the form of stray glitters from her outfit, a pair of loose hair ties left on the table by the door, right next to her usual handbag ransacked with only a few random items left in it from the essentials she pulled from it to take out on the town with her. He hoped she was having a fun nightâshe deserved it.Â
After cleaning up and turning off the television and lights, Harry retired to his bedroom upstairs. Turning on some music through his headphones, he started on his nighttime routine. It was definitely less extensive than the one he'd seen (Y/N) do night after night, but there were a few serums and techniques he'd stolen from herâincluding the lavender room spray he was addicted to misting through his room before laying his head down. It turned his dreams decadently sweet, he thought. (Or it could be because he always fell asleep with (Y/N) on his mind, the lavender scent reminding him of her every night without fail).
But, this time, when he laid his head on his fluffed pillow, delicate music filtering through the space from his bluetooth speaker, Harry wasn't ready to go to bed. He had known the evening nap he took wasn't the smartest idea, leaving his limbs restless and eyes wide open. As soon as he knew (Y/N) was home safe in the morning, Harry planned on running all of the errands he'd pushed off this weekend, and a late wakeup time wasn't going to be the most productive move.Â
There were only so many things he could think of doing to tire himself out. Scrolling on his phone was a no-go considering how he knew the blue-light would only urge him to stay awake, his book was too riveting to be a useful bedtime story, and going for a run this late wasn't the best option. He just needed to tire himself out.Â
Fitting his bottom lip between his teeth, Harry figured there was another option.Â
He wasn't quite in the mood at the moment, he could put himself there he figured. He doubted it would take much work, really.Â
As if this were a laborious task, Harry kicked his comforter from his hips with a sigh. He reached for his phone on instinct, opening up a familiar application to help color his imagination. Without much ceremony, he pushed his sweats down just enough to fit his hand down his underwear. He would do this quickly, he decided; fast and hard, to put him to sleep sooner rather than later.Â
It didn't take long to feel himself harden in his grasp, photos and videos of various couples wrapped around one another and those in solo situations fueling his head. His breathing grew heavy in his chest, mouth falling open as a particularly titillating video of a woman with her hands between her legs filled his screen.Â
With the audio still playing, Harry's head fell back against the pillows. His eyes fell closed, a sigh leaving his lips. Pulling his hand from his length, he brought the appendage to his mouth before spitting against his palm. With his hand now slick, the wet pumps of his fist along his cock now filled the air. His toes curled in his sheets, free hand tightly gripping his phone.Â
While it wasn't something he wanted to do, it was terribly easy to let his mind wander to the pretty girl that had left him home alone tonight. The fit of her dress had been hard enough to process when he was clear minded, now that was a nearly impossible task.Â
The dress was new, a silky piece with embroidered flowers and thick straps cuffing her shoulders. It was tight along the bodice, cupping her breasts and curve of her waist before flaring out along her hips. The hem cut off at the mid of her thigh, leaving the length of her legs on display down to the comfortable shoes she chose for the night. (The high heels from the weekend prior had been shoved to the back of her closet for the time being, the blisters on her feet enough to have her avoiding them at the moment).Â
It was a terrible, horrible, repulsive thought to have about his roommate, but Harry knew that all it would have taken was a bend of her hips and he would have seen the curve of her bottom. If he had been bold enough to look, he was sure he would have caught a glance down the bodice of her dress when she came to him to say goodbye for the night.Â
His cock twitched at the reminder of her body pressed against him when she hugged him goodbye. If he was a different man and they were in a different situation, he would have grabbed her hips and held her close. He would have found the line of her panties through her dress, felt the curve of her bottom over the silk.Â
He liked to imagine she would hold him back, that she would lean into the angles and muscles of his body. He could see her tipping her head, leaving him the room to drop his lips over the curve of her neck and shelf of her collarbone.Â
He liked to imagine her wanting him back. That he would be able to satisfy her and take her expertly, tying her to him as he pushed his hand between her legsâor, god, his headâand brought her to the edge. What he wouldn't give to know what the melody of her voice sounded like when steeped in pleasure.
Harry pumped his hand that much harder along his length, the put of his stomach growing tight like the thick bands of muscles on his thighs. His breathing was harsh, wheezing out against his clenched teeth.Â
"Fuck," he panted, hips bucking against his hand when he thought of what could have happened had he pushed (Y/N)'s dress up to her middle. Precum dribbled from his tip, streaking down to his shaft and mixing with the slick of his spit.Â
He was going to cum, he could feel it. His muscles were bunched tight, eyes screwed shut with his own personal pornography projected against his eyelids.Â
"Harry, are you awaâOh! Oh my god, bye!"Â
In a second, Harry snapped from the throes of pleasure just to see the tail-end of (Y/N)'s silken dress flashing out of his doorway. Behind her, his door slammed shut, cutting her words in half.Â
She wasn't supposed to be home. She was supposed to be spending the night at Rue's house. What was she doing here?Â
Oh, godâfuckâshe's home. (Y/N) came home and saw him jerking himself off to the thought of her. Shit, fuck, shit.
His movements were fumbling and disjointed as he pulled his pants back up and attempted to wipe his hand of the evidence against a dirty t-shirt that should have been in his hamper. Jesus Christ, what the fuck was he thinking? He was so lost in his head, he didn't even hear the door open? Didn't hear her footsteps stomping up the stairs?
Was he supposed to talk to her? Or were they supposed to avoid each other until someone inevitably broke the lease and they never spoke to one another ever again?Â
The latter option hurt his chest, but the former cast his body in a sweat.Â
He sat on the edge of his bed, eyes trained on the floor beneath his feet.Â
Why couldn't he have just gone to sleep? Why did he have to take that nap and leave him thinking he needed to tire himself out? Why did this have to happen?
Did she know he was thinking of her? He wasn't entirely mindful of his words, had he let out a call of her name? How long had she been home before she barged in?
Harry hung his head, shaking his head as he attempted to spool himself back in. If not for the fact that he was concerned about the fact she'd made her way home instead of staying with her friends, he's sure he would have spent the entire night hiding in his home. But, unfortunately, his heart still beat for her and he needed to know that she was okay, at the very least.Â
Summoning the courage, Harry stood from his seat at the edge of her bed, his hands shaking before curling into fists. They were best friendsâshe'd seen him with his head hung over the toilet with chunks being hurled from his mouth, with greasy limp hair until he figured out the right products for his strands, the puffy-eyed, snot-nosed sobs he let out when he failed his first mid-term their entry year of university. There were few more embarrassing situations to be found in.
He was telling himself that, anyway.Â
Steeling himself, Harry moved to push open his door and seek out (Y/N) only to be stopped in his tracks when he ran right into her.Â
"Harry!" she bubbled, wobbling in her spot as she reached out to grab his arms. She steadied herself with the grip. "Are you okay? Sorry, I didn't know you were there."Â
It was then that he noticed the slur to her words. Her eyes, ever pretty and with only remnants of mascara remaining, were glassy. More than being startled as she ran into him, she had reached for him to keep her steady on her feet. She smelled of perfume, a dark bar's worth of smoke and cologne, and the sting of alcohol.Â
"'M alright," he mumbled, reaching for her arm across his chest as he scrutinized "Are you?"Â
"Mhm," she hummed, blinking up at him, "Are you?"Â
A small smile touched the corner of his mouth. She almost made it easy for him to forget what had happened just moments earlier. "'M alright," he repeated, "I didn't know y'were coming home tonight."Â
"Oh yeah. I was supposed to," she sighed as if there was a length of story behind her words, "But, Rue got busy, so Kim said I could stay at hers, but honestly I just wanted to come back to you. I felt bad leaving you to have dinner by yourself, and I missed you so I just had her boyfriend drop me off here."Â
God, had his blunder even happened? Hearing her say I missed you so flippantly all while clutching his arms and blinking right up at him was enough to bring him to his knees. She wasn't acting at all like she'd just walked in on his private moment.Â
"Oh," he sounded, finding his words, "I hope I didn't make y'feel like y'needed to come back."Â
She shook her head before he even finished talking. "No, no, no. I wanted to come homeâI wanted to be with you. I wish you'd come out with us sometime, you'd have so much fun."Â
While Harry was reeling over her words, the sentiments she was sharing so freely, (Y/N) traipsed past him. The ghost of her grip on his arms stuck around in the moments after she left him behind to approach his bed. He turned to face her with his lips rolled between his teeth in an effort to keep anything embarrassing from spilling off his tongue, only to see her slipping off her shoes.Â
She left them in an unceremonious pile by his bed when she caught him looking. "What?"Â
"Whatâumâwhat are you doing?" He hoped he didn't sound as rude as he did in his head. Truly, he didn't know what she was doing, beginning to shed the night while in his room.
Unabashedly, she looked up at him with a flutter of her lashes. "Can I stay here with you? Like a sleepover?"Â
His heart stopped in his chest only to leap up to the base of his throat. "A sleepover?"Â
"Yeah," she sighed, pulling at the hem of her dress, "Is that okay?"Â
Logically, with how intoxicated she was, it was the safer option to keep her with him tonight. In case anything were to happen, of course.Â
(There was everything else bubbling in his stomach, too. All the bubbles popping with whispers urging him on to keep her just where she was amongst all of his things, where he can take care of her.)
"Y'can stay," he murmured, offering a soft smile as he gazed at her. "Do y'want me to grab some clothes for you?"Â
"Sure," she chirped, already blindly dealing with her hair, "Thank you, Harry."Â
He gave her another smile before he left towards her bedroom a floor below. Somehow, within the confines of his home, fresh air entered his lungs and cleared his middled head. Being around her right now was making Harry feel just as drunk as she actually was.Â
Maybe she hadn't seen what he was doing when she walked in? While he couldn't imagine he wasn't being completely obvious with his hand at his groin and head thrown back, she may have been too drunk to realize what he was doing. Otherwise, Harry just couldn't fathom how he was being so normal afterwardsâasking if she could have a sleepover in his room, even.Â
Pulling out a set of pajamas from the stack of laundry on the end of her bed, Harry tried not to dwell as he started back up the stairs to his bedroom. If she didn't want to talk about it, neither would he. (If he had any luck on his side, she might not even remember what she may or may not have seen. The memory might be one of the few that went fuzzy for her).Â
Heading back into his bedroom, (Y/N) was sat crossed legged on his bed, eyes decidedly much heavier than when he had left her. Her hair was now tied up and out of the way of her face, shoes and socks in a messy pile on his floor. She perked up when he entered, eyes brightening though still glassy and tired.Â
"You're back! You were gone for so long, I was scared you forgot I was home."Â
Harry could only laugh at her declaration. How could he ever forget about her, let alone when she was asking to spend the night in his bed?Â
"Couldn't forget about you," he admitted, his smile soft as he dropped his eyes from hers, "I hope these are alright to sleep in."Â
He passed off the sleep clothes he picked for her, watching as she unfurled the pieces without even looking at them. "They're perfect, H. Thank you so much."Â
Standing up from her spot on his bed, she didn't hesitate before wrapping him in a hug. Harry stood motionless for a brief moment, attempting to process the affection. All while clad in the tiny dress he had just been fantasizing about barely twenty minutes prior, the full of her soft body was pressed against his.Â
Would he ever not react like a teenager with a crush when it came to her? How much longer would he feel with the racing heart and sweaty palms until his instincts caught up with the reality of her disinterest in him in that way?
Reciprocating her hold, Harry hugged (Y/N) to his chest. She all but melted into him, the effect of the alcohol in her system weighing her down (though he would like to imagine it was because she liked holding him as much as he did her). He was sure she could feel the rapid beat of his heart under her cheekâhopefully a distraction from the touch of his unsure hands hovering across her back.Â
"You're so warm," she mumbled against the material of his shirt, the words slurred and nearly unintelligible. "You should've come out with me tonight; I forgot my jacket but I would have at least had you."Â
Harry's fingers tensed over her back. The pumps of his heart throbbed down to his fingertips, his lashes fluttering in a blink. She had to stop talking like that; he was already well into losing his mind over her, there was no need to keep piling it on.Â
"Sorry," he breathed, the word feeling lame as it fell from his tongue.Â
He made no move to recoil from her until she did, making the first move to unwrap her arms from around his middle. His eyes followed her as she focused then on trudging to his bathroom and dressing for the night. She tossed a noncommittal promise to be right back over her shoulder before disappearing behind his bathroom door.Â
Left alone, Harry sat on the edge of his bed. He looked at the floor to where her mess of discarded accessories lay in a rumpled pile, a visible cue of her presence.Â
She'd never asked to stay in his bedroom like this before. Even on other nights where she clamored home with alcohol in her blood, she'd never stumbled into his room with the intention of having a "sleepover" with him.Â
But, of course, the one night she does, is when she walks in on him with his hand down his pants.
The reminder of the moment had a heavy sigh heaving his chest. He wished he was just as drunk as (Y/N), that way he had a chance of possibly forgetting the incident in the morning. Instead, he had a feeling he was going to be dwelling on it for at least another week, if not more. On the plus side, it didn't appear she had any intention of talking to him about it.Â
In a clumsy string of movements, (Y/N) made her entrance back into his bedroom with a strong swing of the door. Her clothing was rumpled as she padded across the floor on bare feet. She only barely acknowledged him before she threw herself onto his bed.Â
Harry let out a breathy laugh. "Do y'want anything to drink or eat before y'fall asleep?"Â
"No," she moaned, wriggling her way into his bedding. "Tired."Â
"Do y'need to take off your makeup?" he pressed, standing to help her adjust the layers of sheets and comforter over her form.
"I already did," she countered, tugging the bedding up to her chin as she gazed up at him. Truthfully, he couldn't tell if she really did remove her makeup given the shadows still around her eyes, but if that's the story she was going with, he wasn't arguing.Â
"Alright," he sighed, knotting his hands together as he stood beside his bed as if it wasn't his own, "Y'really want to have a sleepover tonight?"Â
(Y/N) didn't even blink before she was nodding her head. "Yeah. Your bed is bigger than mine."Â
Harry hummed, now seeing the root of her new fascination with spending the night with him. "And y'want me to stay with you?" he asked, wanting to ensure they were both on the same page.Â
"Duh," she laughed, turning until she was comfortable with her head on the pillow he'd just been laying against. "Lay down, we're supposed to talk before we fall asleep like a real sleepover."Â
While he found humor in the whole situation, his hands still held a slight tremor as he turned down his sideâhis sideâof the bed.Â
Was this how he was supposed to do this? How did one share a bed? Other than true sleepovers as a kid, where he and friends would squeeze into beds too small after staying up way too late, there was never a time he'd shared a bed with another. Especially not so with someone he held... extra feelings for. Feelings that he hadn't quite shaken if the way his briefs were just a touch tighter than they should be was anything to go by.Â
Working on autopilot, Harry slid into bed. He could feel the dip in the mattress from (Y/N)'s body, a certain warmth spreading across his sheets he'd never experienced before. The scent of her night still clung to her, though now the fragrance of fresh sheets and Harry's own cologne swirled between them. Sleepy blinks were offered to him as he stiffly laid among his bedding, (Y/N)'s tired eyes trained on him.
He swallowed, feeling the weight of her attention on him. "What are y'thâ"Â
His line of questioning was cut off when (Y/N) sloppily rolled towards him, lying flush against the line of his body. She molded herself to him with a sigh, her head snuggled into the cove underneath his chin.Â
"What did you do tonight?" were her mumbled words, slurred and fuzzy against his neck.Â
Harry, stunned for the moment, laid still. Those moments with her head laying on his lap or a press of their shoulders together could do nothing to prepare him for this. (Y/N)'s slight shuffle against him was enough to knock him back to earth, his limbs carefully laying around her in a delicate hold.Â
"Um, what?" Harry asked, mind having been wiped of the last handful of minutes.Â
"What did you do while I was gone?"Â
"Oh," he sounded, aware of the way his arm fell across the curve of her waist and smooth planes of her back he could feel through her top, "Nothing really; jus' took a nap and cleaned the kitchen. Nothing excitingânot like you, it sounds like."Â
(Y/N) hummed from her hiding place in his neck. "Nothing exciting at all?" she sang, a teasing lilt to her drunken voice.Â
Harry swallowed. She wasn't hinting at anything in particular, right?Â
"I mean, I started a new book before I took m'nap," he hedged, eyes stuck on the concert poster he had pasted to his wall. "But that's really it."Â
She shifted in his hold, pulling out of his arms just enough to look up at him. Her eyes were still swimming and glossy, but she didn't shy away from his gaze. There was a small tick at the corner of her lips.
"Are we not going to talk about it? Because we don't have to, I just want to know."Â
His muscles wound tight as he listened to her. She kept her voice decidedly quiet, as if there was anyone else around that could overhear.Â
Were they going to talk about it? That wasn't really a decision Harry wanted to make, but he couldn't turn away the option now that it was served up to him.Â
"Um," he fumbled, his mouth lagging behind his racing mind, "IâUhâI... 'M sorry."Â
Canting her head, (Y/N) blinked at him. "Sorry?"Â
His throat bobbed, tongue suddenly too thick in his mouth. "'M sorry, I... I didn't know y'were coming home, I wouldn't have... you know. I didn't mean for you to see or... hear."Â
Please god, he hoped she hadn't heard a thingâthat he said or thought.Â
(Y/N)'s features cracked into a smile when she finally processed what he'd said. It only took a moment for that smile to bloom into a peal of laughter.Â
"Harry, it's not that serious," she got out in-between giggles, "You didn't do anything wrongâit's not like I don't think you do that kind of stuff. I just didn't know if we were going to ignore that I walked in or if we were going to laugh about it. You're not supposed to be sorry for anything; I should have knocked, anyway."Â
Harry's mouth went dry. He wasn't sure what kind of reaction this was. Was this only because of the vodka in her system? Or was she really this comfortable with the events of the evening? If it were the other way around, Harry didn't think he would be able to speak let alone laugh at the situation for at least a whole week.Â
(Though that could be entirely attributed to the fact that he had that thorny crush on her stuck to the chambers of his heart).Â
The lump in his throat cracked and allowed a breathy laugh to come through after a heartbeat. Maybe she was right, it wasn't that serious. It's not like she could have known he was thinking about her. They were both adults, people who were more than able and accustomed to pleasuring their bodiesâthere was no reason to be weird about it if she wasn't going to be.Â
"Jus', should have locked m'door at least," he laughed, joining her as he sagged into the mattress.Â
"Yeah," she pressed, settling against him once more now that the seal was broken between them, "I always lock my door, you're too brave."Â
He hoped she didn't notice the way his hands pulsed when she so casually brought up her own moments in her bedroom. He wasn't strong enough to broach that subject just yet.Â
"Maybe," he agreed, "Sorry, anyway. Not the nicest thing to come home to, that's for sure."Â
"I mean," (Y/N) started, her voice breathy as she sunk into his arms, "It wasn't that bad. More embarrassing for you than anything else, I bet."Â
The laughter from his chest died down then. His brain caught on her words. "Not that bad?" he parroted, unsure of what or why he was even asking.Â
"I mean, you're cute, H. You know that," she said oh-so casually. "I feel bad I walked in and scared you, but I can't act like it was the absolute worst moment of my life or something." She spoke with amusement, a touch of laughter carrying out her words as if this was all so easy.Â
"Oh," Harry started, swallowing around his dry throat, "Y'think 'm cute?"Â
She rolled into him, tucking herself against him once more. Harry didn't doubt that she was well acquainted with the pounding of his pulse at this point. "Of course I do, you know that. You're, like, the cutest guy I know. I mean," she sighed, voice slurring even more with the dredges of sleep tugging at her words, "you didn't have to stop earlier, if you didn't want to. I could've helped."Â
Harry's body stopped working in that moment. Time was moving too fast around him while he was seemingly stuck in that moment.Â
What? Is that a normal thing to say? Is this what happens when you share a bed with someone, even if they were only a friend?
His palms grew clammy. "What do you mean?"Â
"You know," she yawned, "Just... I know you don't go on dates or bring anyone home or anything, so I could help you if you ever wanted. You're too cute to be by yourself, H."Â
What the fuck? What was even happening at the moment? Was he delusional? Or dreaming so intensely he couldn't be sure if it was real or not? But he swore, crossing his heart and all, that this was real and completely happening all while (Y/N) was tucked in his arms with her mouth hovering by his throat.Â
And she was offering to jerk him off sometime. Because he was too cute to do it by himself.Â
What the fuck?Â
"(Y/N)?"Â
Harry received no answer. Her chest pressed against his and receded in even paces, puffs of air fanning across the slope of his neck.Â
Staring once more at the poster on his wall, Harry didn't feel a single sleepy bone in his body. If he had thought he was restless before, there was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.Â
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Exhaustion shackled his limbs as Harry moved through the kitchen. Just as he figured, there wasn't more than an hour of sleep in his system, his mind running too fast to allow him any kind of relaxation. Not when there was the extra presence in his bed.Â
By the time the sun cracked through his curtains and (Y/N) had rolled to show her back to him, Harry forced himself out of bed. He doubted she was going to have an easy wakeup after the night she'd had, and he was already in shambles, making breakfast essential for the both of them to get through the morning hours.Â
That didn't make it any easier, though. A large part of him wanted to stay tucked amongst his sheets, cozy and warm with the best view he could imagine available just before him. Despite that urge, a smaller part of him was still drenched in the complication that came with the slurred words she offered just before dozing off.Â
First of all, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be embarrassed that she noticed he'd never really dated before and definitely never brought home anyone. It was bad enough that he was well aware of his lack of dating and sex life, he wasn't comforted at the idea of (Y/N) taking note. Second, what did it even mean to be too cute to be by himself? It brought a flush to his cheeks, the implication. But, was it really a compliment to be cute? He'd never heard (Y/N) describe any of the people she was interested in as cute; they were always pretty, and glowing, and handsome, andâof courseâhot as fuck.Â
Harry didn't want to know where he placed on her scale of attractiveness.Â
Then, lest he forget, there was the whole offer of her taking care of him. If he ever wanted, of course.Â
Even just the memory of her words was enough to have his limbs going robotic as he moved through the kitchen. He was going to burn his croissant if he wasn't careful. It was enough to even overshadow the moment she had walked in on him, it was that monumental to him.
But, Harry had a feeling that she wasn't going to remember much of the night before, let alone a throwaway comment right before falling asleep. And that was going to be better for the both of them.
Once he had twin plates of scrambled eggs with cheese, buttery croissants, and cut up fruit, he was daring to step back up the stairs to his bedroom. He felt like an intruder, knowing (Y/N) was still asleep, wrapped up in his bedding. Even if it was to wake her for breakfast, he felt reluctant to pull her from much needed rest.
Though, as soon as he pushed open the door, Harry realized he wasn't going to have to worry about waking her up. Not when she was already looking at him, blinking the sleep out of her eyes with the creases of his pillow etched in her cheek.
"Harry," she sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at her eye, "You're awake."Â
"You're awake," he parroted, "I didn't think I'd see y'until this afternoon."Â
She nodded absently, missing the amusement in his voice. "Me neither. Where did you go? I thought you'd left me here."Â
It was the pout on her face and the downward lilting of her voice that had him taking a step towards his bed. "'M sorry," he murmured, feeling guilt pinch at his heart, "I was jus' downstairs making dinner. I was about to come get you and see if y'were hungry."Â
"Breakfast?" she chirped, waking up that much more at the offer of food.Â
"Eggs and those croissants," he confirmed, words coming out in a song as he tempted her with the offer.Â
"That sounds so good, thank you," she muttered, voice genuinely warm as her gaze wrapped around him from across the room, "Will you come lay with me for a few more minutes, though? I don't want to get up yet."Â
"I can bring your plate up here, if y'want," Harry offered, though they both saw him taking those quiet steps towards her.
(Y/N) simply shook her head. "Just you."Â
Those two syllables launched him back to the night prior, where she couldn't continue her night without telling him just how much she had wanted only him through her night of bar hopping. Just himâthe one on her mind, supposedly. He was too cute to be by himself.
Harry didn't respond before he was slipping into bed beside her, taking up the dented spot where his body had laid stiffly the night before. She took her spot against his form wordlessly, as if it were a part of the norm to snuggle up to him in the morning.Â
"Thank you for letting me sleep in here last night," (Y/N) murmured, her chest expanding against his as she peered up at him through her lashes, "I know I was kind of a mess."
"No, no," he shook his head, "Y'were jus' fine. 'M happy y'came home instead of staying somewhere y'didn't want to."Â
A small peal of laughter fanned across his skin. "I think everyone was getting annoyed anyway," she started, "I kept telling them that I shouldn't have left you home alone, so I think they were ready for me to just go back."Â
Harry could feel his skin going warm. With his eyes closed, he attempted to keep his breathing from hitching. She was going to kill him one of these days.Â
"Y'dont' have to worry about me when y'go out, (Y/N)," he insisted, voice as quiet as the grazing of his hands across her back. "'M fine, you go have fun."Â
If not for the fact he was hyper aware of her body and just how close she was, he doubted he would have noticed the small shift she made across the sheets to land further in his arms.Â
"You're just," she sighed, pausing between her words, "I don't want you to feel left behind or lonely. You're a good friend and you deserve to have fun and feel good."Â
Her proposition that he had pushed to the back of his mind was suddenly roped right to the front. Of course, there was the damper of being such a good friend to her that she felt this way, but there was the rest of the statement to contend with first.Â
"Iâumâ'M fine, (Y/N). Really. 'M actually pretty good company, if y'ask me." He had hoped she would join him when he let out a breathy laugh, but he made the only sound in the room.Â
The pause lasted just long enough Harry wondered if (Y/N) had fallen asleep again before he heard her voice:Â
"Like last night?" His heart all but stopped in his chest. For the second time in the last twenty-four hours, time seemed to stand still while everything in his body went into overdrive.Â
She wasn't supposed to remember that. She was supposed to be too plastered to remember anything, let alone the one moment with her he's ever regretted. What was he supposed to say to her? Was she teasing him, was he disgusted now that she was sober enough to have an opinion, was this one big joke that he was going to havâ
"(Y/N), Iâ" He started unraveling himself from her before she popped up with wide eyes.Â
"No, no, I'm sorry," she rushed out, "That wasn'tâI'm not trying toâI'm not making fun of you or, I don't know. I just mean..." She looked at him with uncertain crinkles by her eyes, her lips pursed as if she wanted to speak but had to hold back.Â
"'M fine," he started again, sitting up amongst the rumpled bedding, "'M sorry if I maâ"Â
"Do you remember what I said last night?"Â
As soon as the question tumbled from her lips, Harry swore the room became five degrees hotter.Â
"Do you remember?" he attempted to joke, though neither of them cracked a smile.Â
She gave a nod. "About... you know. I could... help, if you wanted. So you're not by yourself."Â
His mouth ran dry. There was much more power to the offer in the light of the morning with (Y/N)'s clear eyes directed to him. There was no slur of alcohol to her voice or liquid to her bones.Â
She was entirely serious. So serious, she was asking him again.Â
"You don't have to do that, (Y/N)," he murmured, dropping his gaze from hers. This was too much, to have to decline herâdecline her pity offer after walking in on him with his hand down his pants the night before. "Really, 'm alright. I have no problem being... by myself."Â
(Y/N) looked away with her lips rolled between her teeth. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. You deserve someone to look after you the way you look after me."Â
"I don't think I look after you quite like that, though," he tired again, his light-hearted tone attempting to ease the tension. (Y/N) didn't grab the lifeline.Â
"At least let me set you up with someone then?" (Y/N) offered this time, "I want you to meet someone you care about, then. At the very least, then we could double date."Â
"I really... I don't want anyone. I'm okay." Anyone, but her was the right thing to say, but that wasn't something he was willing to admit at the moment.Â
"There's this girl I know, though," she chattered off, suddenly coming to life, "You would really get along with her, H. She's super pretty, she's tall, and I don't think she likes Italian food, but we could work onâ"
 "'M really okay, serâ"Â
"No, H, she always loves readingâit's actually kind of funny how much she talks about all these books andâ"Â
Harry felt his stomach beginning to twist and turn. She could be the nicest woman in the world, this friend of hers. But there were many reasons why he was never going to take (Y/N) up on this offer.Â
Starting with the fact that the one girl he had his eye on was right in front of him, and ending with the glaring truth of his virginity. He doubted (Y/N) or any of her friends like her were going to be very invested in that.
"And, not to get gross, but she's super hot. Like her body, H, you have to see herâ"
"I'm a virgin."Â
A flush ran up his skin, blooming his veins and reddening his skin. Why did he say that? Why did he share that? Is he suddenly an idiot? Was he now lacking a verbal filter and had to say everything that came to mind?
At the very least, (Y/N) finally stopped. The many wonderful and hot attributes of her friend had stopped. There was only a blanket of silence floating between them now.Â
His heartbeat sounded in his ears before (Y/N) had any kind of reaction
"Oh," was all that fell from her lips.Â
Peeking through his lashes, he was waiting for her to recoil. To look at him a little funnyâthe way the few that had learned that information looked at him. That moment of questioning how someone could have avoided sex (as if that was what he was up to), then wondering if there was something wrong with him, if there was something hiding under his skin that he was unwilling to share. Most people tried to recover as quickly as they could, brightening and telling him that it was alright. Plenty of people were waiting until marriage, they couldn't blame him of course!Â
It was an uncomfortable conversation, one Harry let the other party lead. He never really felt like getting into the why's and the moments that he decided to turn down a potential warm bed. Or why it wasn't within his capabilities to have sex outside of a relationship with trust in the mix, or the fact that he'd never been in a relationship that met those qualifications.Â
But, (Y/N) didn't do that. She looked at him with appraising eyes, not in search of something wrong. She looked at him like there was so much to be seen, to the point she couldn't believe it just because he was... him.Â
"I didn't know that," she muttered, canting her head, "I always just kind of figured that you weren't." Her eyes widened then. "Wait, I've said so many things, why did you never correct me?"
Harry shrugged, the sheets rustling around him. "I know 's not... normal, so I jus' don't really talk about it. 'S easier if I jus' let y'assume."Â
Her expression fell a little then. "I hope I never made you feel like you couldn't tell me," her eyes were soft as she gazed at him, "You know it didn't change anything to me, right?"Â
A small smile cracked his lips. "Thanks."
She relaxed a touch then, her muscles untensing from the tension he injected with his admission. "Is it weird to ask you why? Like, why you've waited and everything?"Â
"I wouldn't really say I've waited," he clarified, "I jus'... I've met people I wanted to be with and all of that, and I've had opportunities but I didn't take them." He paused, rolling his lips between his teeth; this was one of the harder bits to admit. It sounded silly even to his own ears, even if it was something he believed in. "I've never had anyone I trusted enough to share that... experience with. So I've just never."Â
(Y/N) listened intently, eyes clear with a cant to her head. God, even with the harsh beating of his heart as he exhumed his secrets, she really was the absolute prettiest.Â
"I get it," she muttered, "It's easier to wait than to spend the rest of your life regretting it."Â
"Exactly," he exaggeratedly murmured, "'S like y'live in m'head, (Y/N)."Â
His attempt at joking was enough to pull a small laugh from her chest. (Y/N) relaxed further into his bed, carving a dent into his mattress just at his side. Finally, that comfortable silence he lived in with her returned.Â
He couldn't believe he'd been so flighty about this whole thing. This wasn't one of the things he needed to be nervous about, not compared to what she had walked into last night. And even that incident was less earth shattering than he made it out to be.Â
(Y/N)'s tone was much less trepidatious when she spoke again, a decided difference than even a moment before. "Have you done anything else, though? Or have you waited for the whole thing?"Â
"Haven't done anything," he responded, with a heaving sigh, "'M waiting on the whole experience I guess."Â
"With someone you trust."Â
A small smile bloomed over his features. "With someone I trust."Â
A beat of silence passed between them. (Y/N) fiddled with the comforter tangled at her waist. "Can I ask you one more thing?"Â
Harry hummed an acknowledgement. He should have agreed to get back into bed with her, he was beginning to consider leaving breakfast for this afternoon in favor of a quick nap.Â
"Do you trust me?"Â
It was the way she said it less than the actual words she said that had a pang echoing through Harry's chest. Of course, he trusted her; she was his best friend. Though, Harry doubted that was what she was trying to get at.
He gave a small confirmation in the form of a quiet yes.Â
(Y/N) twisted in the sheets, looking up at him with clear eyes. Her lips glistened, the tip of her tongue having grazed over the pillows. "I know you said you're waiting and everything, but if you wanted to... change that, and you trust me...we could do whatever you wanted."Â
As startling as the proposition was last night, this one inspired a twist in his stomach. This wasn't a drunken idea gone rogue. She was looking at him with a steady gaze and lips worried between her teeth. She was serious. She wanted to "do whatever" he wanted. With him.Â
Despite there being no visible traces of pity on (Y/N)'s face, he truly could barely fathom the idea of her offering herself up to him so willingly. Especially after learning that there would be little he could offer in returnâhis skills were more than lacking.Â
"(Y/N), you don't want to do that," he started, "'M alright, I dâ"Â
"I do," she cut him off, the words tumbling from her mouth without thought, "I do want to, I mean. You know I care about you right, Harry?"Â
His mouth ran dry. "I know."Â
A small smile touched her mouth. "You don't have to, obviously. I just wanted you to know that if you ever don't want to wait or kind of just want to get the pressure out of the way, I'm here."
 Was Harry going to explode? Was he going to flick through the room like a balloon deflating of helium? Or was his stomach going to swallow him whole and leave behind only the sticky tar of his feelings?Â
And she was being so casual about it. She offered it as if there was no gravity to her words.Â
"You don't have to say anything, though. Just remember that," she said with a soft smile, sitting up in bed with eyes on the door, "You said breakâ"Â
"I want to."Â
As soon as the declaration choked out of his throat, Harry wanted to cringe. He wanted to retract every breath, every thought, every twist of his tongue against his teeth that brought him here. Sure, she was offering, but there was such a thing as being over eager.
(Y/N) paused, glancing back to him. A light graced the hue of her irises.Â
"Really?"Â
He didn't trust himself to say another word. Harry only nodded.Â
"You don't want to wait, anymore?" she prodded, forgetting the cracked door and the food downstairs.Â
Now wasn't the time to give her the full list of why this exact moment was a dream come true (just short of having her as his girlfriend and holding her hand as they went to the movies), but she had offered a few good points.Â
"I mean," he started, swallowing as his eyes dropped to the tip of her nose in avoidance of her eyes, "I do trust you. If there's anyone I know I wouldn't regret sharing this with, 's you."Â
"I suppose we are best friends," (Y/N) added, layering her voice with a smile, "But, you're sure?"Â
"I am," he said without a moment of hesitation, "Maybe jus' not... everything? I think that might be a bit much for me."Â
"Of course, of course," she rushed out, waving her hands as if to wipe the pressure out of the air, "We'll only do what you want."Â
Maybe Harry was a bit too much of an open book, unable to truly hide whatever it was that was running through his head, but he couldn't help the way his eyes immediately dropped to her hands.Â
Harry knew just how soft her hands were. He'd seen the hand creams she used every night, and felt the plush skin every time they grazed hands or she made the dangerous decision of just laying a hand on his arm every time he made her laugh just a little too much. There was even once, way back when they'd first started becoming friends, that she had him to compare hand sizes. Even now, he vividly remembered just how soft her palm was against his, the stretch of her fingers that didn't reach up to the tips of his own. It was a memory he held onto and one he couldn't get out of his head at that moment.Â
He'd thought more than once what it would be like to have her hand on him instead of his own between the sheets. What the visual of her pretty manicured nails, digits of her fingers, the softness of her palm would look like fisted around his length. He didn't have to know to be certain he wouldn't last very long if he ever had the chance to find out.Â
From the corner of his eyes, he saw the wide smile mold (Y/N)'s features.Â
"Really?" she coyly asked, stretching out her fingers from the cover of her sleeves.Â
"Hm?" he hummed, forcing his eyes back to her own.Â
A peal of laughter fell from her lips as she crawled back to her spot at his side. "My hands. That's all you want?"Â
His skin felt flush as he nodded, his bottom lip wedged between his teeth. "Only if you want."Â
She hovered above him, the tips of her hair hanging around them like a curtain. She looked like a dream there, only slats of light working across her face. Shadows sliced over her cheekbones and the length of her lashes with the pretty color of her eyes gleaming in the sun and the curve of her lips highlighted.Â
He must be dreaming, but he was never this anxious in his dreams. Especially not one so lovely.Â
"No one's ever done that for you before?" she asked, taking up a spot on the mattress at his side with her eyes grazing over his features.Â
"Never," he confirmed, feeling his stomach stir at the feel of the heat of her body at his side.Â
God was this really about to happen?Â
"You're okay with me being the first?" Her voice suddenly had dropped a few octaves, a murmur in the air between them.Â
He didn't have to think before he nodded. "I want you to be the first."Â
Her eyes were bright, sparkling in the slat of light shining through her hair. "Right now?"
"Right now."Â
She looked entirely too gorgeous to be normal when she smiled at him. "Just show me what you like, then. I'm all yours."Â
His stiffening cock jumped at her words. She needed to stop talking like that if she didn't want him to embarrass himself.Â
With that, (Y/N) wiggled her hand under his own on his abdomen, amusement in her eyes. Harry felt his breathing hitch at the simple touch. Just as soft as he thought.Â
In an effort to preserve some semblance of his sanity, he closed his eyes before wrapping the length of his fingers around her hand. It was a moment, a full heartbeat pounding through his ears, before he pulsed his hand around hers in an affectionate squeeze and traced her hand down his middle.Â
He could feel the tense of his muscles under his shirt, his legs spreading just that much wider. The ghost of her touch was a stark reminder that he never finished the job last night.Â
Amongst his rumpled bed sheets, Harry couldn't be sure that this was even real life. Not that he spent any specific amount of time picturing what this first time would be like, but he could admit that he never really thought it would be like this. Not in sweatpants that had a stain from the eggs he had scrambled only twenty minutes prior. Not with his hand being the guiding force down to the waist of his bottoms. Not with (Y/N).
His cock stirred when their joined hands reached the elastic band of his sweatpants. Despite not even feeling her bare skin on his, goosebumps were raised. Was he going to embarrass himself by finishing within seconds? Harry had a feeling that was going to be the scenario at hand.Â
(Y/N) wiggled her hand out from under his, hooking her fingers in the waist under her own volition. "You're still alright? With all of this?"Â
"Yeah," Harry breathed out, his voice a hair above a whisper in hopes of disguising the tremor.Â
"Okay," she said, looking up at him for a brief moment with a reassuring smile, "If you don't want to anymore, though, just let me know. We'll have breakfast and pretend nothing happened."Â
His heartbeat sped up at her declaration. He knew he could trust herâwith his body, with his delicate feelings, with his life, even.Â
Harry didn't move his eyes from her even when she directed her attention to her hand. He watched her as she pushed his sweatpants down, the band falling just far enough down to hit the end of his boxer-briefs. His mouth fell open as he attempted to gain any insight into what she might be thinking, this being the first time he'd ever been this exposed to anyone before. Even with the layer of his underwear on, he'd never been in front of anyone in an undergarment like this.Â
(Y/N) didn't give much away, only the cautious pace of her movements indicated the gravity of this moment. She skated her palm over the jut of his hip, easing him into the feel of her touch; he doubted she missed the way his cock jumped. His body reacted readily to each of her touches: goosebumps on his skin, bunched muscles in his abdomen, lungs squeezing in his chest, and the bruising hold of his teeth over his bottom lip.Â
His hip was only the first step before she continued her path. She grazed the top of his thigh, nails denting into his skin in gentle pressures. His breath caught when she touched the lump of his cock, enough so that his chest shuddered. She lingered there, going so far as to give a slight squeeze, only causing him to harden more in her grip.
"I'm going to put my hand underneath, okay?" (Y/N) shared, voice quiet before he felt the first touch of her fingertips.Â
"Okay," he answered involuntarily, tongue thick in his mouth. He was so gone for her in the moment, it was hard to think straight.
Harry lifted his hips to help her pull down his briefs, leaving them bunched at the mid of his thighs. His cock bobbed free, flushed and ruddy already. He doubted any other person in the world would have gained a reaction like this one.Â
This time, he caught (Y/N)'s first real reaction. Her eyes widened, grazing over the length of him as she pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. She laid her hand on his abdomen for a beat, absently curling her fingers in the hem of his shirt she'd only pushed up and out of the way. Â
Suddenly, she seemingly shook herself out of her head, looking up at Harry with a blink of her eyes.Â
"Is it alright if I move a little?" she murmured, "I want to get more comfortable, if that's okay."Â
She asked as if he had the power to deny her of anything, especially something so inconsequential.Â
As soon as Harry nodded, she shifted at his side. Kicking the comforter off of her legs, she rolled to lay on her side next to him. He instinctively wrapped an arm underneath her, his palm landing just between her shoulder blades. The cuddling felt a little more inconsequential now that she had a hand traveling down his form, even if the feel of her chest pressed against him was enough to have his blood pumping faster.Â
Now that she was settled, (Y/N) resumed her ministrations with both of their eyes trained on the movement of her hand. Harry swore it was just the fact that she was looking at him at all that had the blurt of precum seeping from his head, a pearl glistening in the morning light.Â
"Justâumâif I do something you like, tell me and I'll try to keep doing it," she spoke distractedly, a slight rasp to her voice he hadn't anticipated in his fantasies.Â
His mumble of okay was lost as soon as he saw her bring her hand to her mouth. He watched on as she dragged her tongue across her palm, slicking the skin before wrapping her fist around his base.Â
"Oh, fuck," he let out, barely audible over the heavy sigh that carried out the words. He fought to keep his eyes open, spying the way (Y/N)'s features curled into a smile with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.Â
She did a precursory drag of her hand over his length, the pacing slow and aching. Harry could feel every crease and pillow of her palm. God, she was just as soft as he imagined.Â
His chest shuddered as he watched her pretty nails sparkling in the light. The pink polish seemingly mimicked the flush of his head, glimmering and sparkling like the slick of her spit over his shaft. If that wasn't bad enough, seeing the fact that her fingers didn't even connect around the girth of him was going to kill him. Were her hands that small or was he bigger than he thought?Â
As if hearing his thoughts, a mutter came from (Y/N), "You're so big, H. I had no idea."Â
He wanted to say something (was it corny to say "thank you" to something like that?), instead only a rumbling groan came from his chest. The pillows under his head were the perfect cushions when he couldn't handle keeping it up anymore. He was already flushed and warm, muscles too tight for comfort, and stomach tightening into a burn. And she'd barely even started.Â
Hearing his reaction was enough to spur her on, dragging her fist over and over his length. Periodically, she swiped her thumb over his crown, spreading the pearls of precum he let out. The slick passes of her hand rang out through his bedroom, competing with the puffs of his heavy breathing as the most erotic sound filtering through his bedroom.Â
"Ti-Tighter," he choked out, his arm around her back holding her flush to his side.Â
(Y/N) didn't respond, but he immediately felt the vice of her hand tighten that much more around his length. Another string of curses fell from his lips, his throat thick.Â
"Is this good?" she asked, turning until she was looking up at him with wide eyes. Her pupils were dilated, darkening the hue of her irises.Â
Harry wasn't able to think as he looked at her. She was his dream, the ultimate fantasy. Looking up at him with glossy eyes, her manicured hand squeezing around his cock. And for the first time, he noticed she was rubbing her thighs together as she took care of him. His free hand clutched the mess of his sheets; he wouldn't be surprised if he found holes in the fabric later.Â
"So good," Harry breathed, the words broken on his tongue, "So, so good, (Y/N)."Â
The smile she gave him was devastating.
Was she crazy? Was she trying to send him over the edge this quickly? He was starting to think so.Â
"I was going to ask if you wanted it tighter, but I think we've found it," she teased, entirely too light-hearted for one of the most monumental moments of his life.Â
"Y-Yeah," he answered, feeling delirious, "(Y/N), I-I'm close. 'M sorry."Â
"Why are you sorry?" she asked, a pinch appearing between her brows, "This is about you, you don't have to be sorry. Cum whenever you wantâas long as you feel good, I don't care."Â
Her pace was unrelenting, the slap of her hand hitting his base mimicking the beat of his heart.Â
"Fuck, (Y/N)," he muttered, voice strained, "Let meâI don't want to make a m-mess on you, I can grabâ"Â
She shushed him, shaking her head against his chest. "I can handle a little mess, H, it's okay. Stop thinking about me, this is about you."Â
Stop thinking about me, as if that were ever an option for him.Â
Still the sentiment stuck the same, especially her willingness to allow him to leave any kind of mark on her, including one so primitive.Â
He spared a glance down at her. Her features were mostly hidden give the angle and the wisps of her hair in the way, but he could still see the flutter of her lashes as she watched herself getting him off, he could see the pinch of her nose and the gape of her lips. He could see her thighs squeezed tightly together, the shirts covering her modesty turning tight and especially short around her hips.Â
God, this was (Y/N) on him. That was her pretty, soft hand on his length. That was her chest pressed to his ribs, only layers away from feeling the heavy beating of his heart. That was her wrapped up in the sheets holding his scent and so eagerly and happily fisting his cock.Â
"Shit," he moaned, his voice rumbling and deep as he threw his head back, "(Y/N), 'm cumming, love."Â
There was a void in the pit of his stomach that tightened and popped in that moment, unraveling him from the inside out. His balls tightened at his base just before the first rope off is cum spurted from his tip. The mess he'd worried about came to life then, white ribbons projecting as far up to the chest of his top, others dripping down his length and further wetting (Y/N)'s hand.Â
Guileless moans echoed from his chest, filling the room as he came for the first time at the hand of another. His body urged him to close his eyes, the visuals before him being too much for his fragile psyche. But Harry fought the instinct. There was no way he was missing even a single frame of this; there was likely never going to be another time he had the privilege of laying with (Y/N) like this, he wasn't going to let anything get in the way. Including his eyelids.Â
She didn't slow down as she helped him through the throes, her own breathing turning rough and off-kilter. Her toes curled in her socks, thighs pressed tightly together.Â
Harry could have been up in the stratosphere for hours with the way he slumped against the bed exhausted by the time the final drop of his release slithered down his cock. (Y/N) slowed, though she kept going until the final aftershock left his spine and Harry had to pull her hand away before he burst into flames.Â
His breathing came in heavy puffs, lips parted and swollen. He didn't need to see himself to know that his cheeks were cherry red with a nose to match, his curls pasted to his temples with sweat, and his eyes just a bit wild.Â
Despite pushing her hand out of the way, (Y/N) didn't think before she laced their fingers together. Her touch was a bit sticky now, but there was no way Harry was going to complain. He kept his arm aprons her back tight, fingers denting the soft plane between her shoulder blades.Â
He could have laid there for days, feeling the warmth of (Y/N)'s body and her soft hand in his. If not for the fact his cum had begun to dry and go cold. At the very least he needed to clean (Y/N) upâhe doubted it was good bedroom etiquette to leave her to clean up after his mess.Â
Forcing his eyes open, Harry blindly reached for the tissue box he kept on his bedside table (truthfully, it was for the hay fever he always seemed to have, but the sheets definitely had their convenient uses. Uses he would never admit to, of course). Reluctantly, he peeled (Y/N)'s hand out of his, wiping the streak of his cum marring her palm.Â
A breathy giggle fell from her lips.Â
"What?" he asked, his voice bubbled and cracked.Â
"Nothing," she smiled, "You're just sweet."Â
For some odd reason, he flushed harder than he should at something so mundane.Â
"Thank you," he peeped, cleaning the stray strings that reached up to her wrist.Â
As soon as (Y/N) was free from the traces of him, he took care of his own thighs and the streaks that hit his shirt. The pile of tissues he had to take to the trash made a little mountain on his bedside table by the time he had himself tucked away and sweatpants laying against his hips once more.Â
"Um," he started, unsure of what to say after an experience like that. What even qualified as pillow talk, and how did one start it with someone that was just his roommate? "I'll be right back," he settled on, reaching for the mess of tissues, "'M going to clâ"Â
"Harry."Â
He didn't think before he looked at her. Her eyes were still full of dilated pupils with swollen lips, but the way she looked at him held more tenderness than he thought capable in a moment like this.Â
"Stay with me for a second," she requested, her voice a soft coo.Â
There wasn't a second thought to be had as he listened to her command. If he thought he was gone for her before, that was nothing compared to the endorphins coursing through him every time she looked at him in that moment.Â
(Y/N) didn't wait before she was rolling to wrap him in a hug. It was a bit awkward, the way she had to stretch up to loop her arms around his neck and the way their legs tangled in the sheets. But it was more than worth it.Â
Harry had always pictured himself to be the kind of guy that would want a cuddle after sex, but he never could have imagined just how vital this kind of contact would be after something so intense. Despite this being levels below the real act, Harry still clung to her.Â
Every time his chest inflated with a whiff of her hair and sullied perfume, she deflated with a breath that fanned across his neck. Kicking free of the sheets, (Y/N) opted instead to curl her legs between his in a welcome tangle. Her warmth radiated through the material of her shirt, a soothing heat that brought him back down to earth.Â
He didn't think before the words were being whispered into her hair: "Thank you."Â
The smile on her face was audible when she spoke, "You're welcome, Harry."Â
He couldn't help but squeeze her that much harder. "I'm sorry I can't offer anything in return," he admitted, a frown etching its way onto her lips, "I-I could try, I jus' don't think I'll be very good orâ"Â
She shushed him with a press of her lips to his cheek. It was an act that took his already fragile breathing out of pace once more. The tip of her nose grazed his skin, the plush of her lips hitting right where he knew his dimple to be when he smiled.Â
"Stop talking," she laughed when she finallyâregretfullyâpulled away. "This was all about you, Harry. I'm just happy that you felt good, and trusted me enough to let me do this with you. That's all I need."Â
He could only hug her harder.Â
Harry would have laid there for hours, happily so, even when he could feel the strength returning to his muscles and the beat of his heart leveling out, but (Y/N) was the first to pull away. She pressed another soft kiss to his cheek before she untangled herself from him.Â
Her eyes practically glimmered as she looked down at him. "You said there was breakfast downstairs, right?"Â
That was enough to get a full laugh echoing from his chest, his lungs squeezing in the best way possible.Â
He was never, ever going to be free of this crush on her. Not now.Â
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LEE HEESEUNG
heeseungâs always been the cool, nonchalant typeâsomeone who can laugh off pretty much anything with that easygoing smirk of his. so, when one of your guy friends throws a casual arm around your shoulders during a group hangout, you expect heeseung to ignore it or joke in to the gossip, at least that's what he should do since you're not his real girlfriend. instead, he goes silent, his dark eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he watches the interaction with a clenched jaw.
the shift is subtle, but you know him too well. he doesnât move from where heâs leaning against the wall, but the way his gaze follows your every move is unnerving.
âyou good?â you ask, stepping closer after the gathering got over, and tugging lightly on his sleeve. his eyes snap to yours, and for a second, something almost dangerous flickers behind them before he masks it with a tight-lipped smile.
âyeah, i'm good.â his voice is flat, the usual playful tone gone. âdidn't know you two were that close.â
you arch an eyebrow, tilting your head. âwhat, jealous?â you tease, hoping to break the tension, cracking him a smile.
heeseung lets out a humourless chuckle, his gaze sliding back to where your friend was standing. âof him? please.â the words are dismissive, but thereâs a sharp edge underneath. heeseung finally pushes off the wall and closes the distance between you, his tall frame towering over yours as he dips his head down, his hand slowly caressing your upper hand. âbut just so you know,â he murmurs lowly, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that only you can hear, âiâm your boyfriend, even if itâs fake. he doesnât get to touch you like that.â
before you can respond, he pulls you into his chest, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist. the way he holds you is differentâno teasing, no joking, just a raw, simmering intensity that makes your heart race.
PARK JONGSEONG
calm and collected are two adjectives that can define jay the best, a total gentlemanâ a perfect choice to play your fake boyfriend, the best fake plus one for your uncle's wedding. but tonight, at the party, you see his mask slip. itâs subtle at firstâthe way his eyes harden when he spots you talking to some random guy by the drinks table, swiftly turning his head away. he doesn't think much of it until the guy leans in closer, saying something that makes you laugh.
thatâs when jay moves. heâs at your side in an instant, so swift you down even realise his imposing presence as he slides an arm around your shoulders. âhey,â he says, his voice light but his grip firm. âwhoâs your new friend?â
you blink, caught off guard by the sudden change in his demeanour. âoh, uhâa family friend,â you answer, a tight lipped smile, but jayâs gaze doesnât leave the guyâs face.
âright.â his smile is strained, more of a baring of teeth than an expression of friendliness. the guy glances between you and jay, looking a bit uncomfortable before mumbling an excuse and walking away.
as soon as heâs gone, jay pulls you closer, his hand slipping down to your waist, fingers digging in ever so slightly, your back hitting his chest. ânext time,â he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, hot breath travelling softly down to your neck, âjust tell him you have a boyfriendâme.â his voice is low and intense, vibrating through you.
your heart skips a beat. âjay, itâs notââ
âreal? yeah, i know,â he cuts you off, turning you to face him. his dark eyes bore into yours, darting across your face real quick, resring on your lips. âbut i donât care. i donât want anyone else thinking they have a chance with you,â he leans in even closer, his lips almost touching yours, âeven if this is just pretend⌠youâre mine.â
SIM JAEYUN
the party is loud, laughter and music filling the air as you stand awkwardly by the punch table, watching jake from a distance. heâs talking to someone, a girl with long hair and a smile that lights up her face. his ex. you bite your lips, feeling a dull ache in your chest. it's sillyâyouâre not even really dating, but seeing him so at ease with her, leaning in to listen, his familiar grin in place, makes your heart clench, makes you feel it was you making his heart flutter instead.
they look like a perfect couple. a real couple, with real feelings for each other.
you turn away, trying to shake off the pang of insecurity by getting out of this place. but before you can slip out of sight, a familiar voice stops you.
âhey, whatâs with the long face?â
you glance up, startled to find jake standing right in front of you, concern etched in his features. ân-nothing,â you mumble, forcing a smile. âjust âfelt out of place, i guess.â
jakeâs gaze softens as if he can see right through your flimsy excuse. he steps closer, gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a worry line that you hadnât realised had formed. he leans in ever so close, âis it because of her?â he asks softly, nodding back toward his ex. when you donât respond, he leans in, his eyes locking with yours. âyou know sheâs just the past, right?â
âbut you looked so happy, jake! and we're not evenââ âiâm only yours, you hear me?â he whispers fiercely, his fingers tightening around your waist, pulling you into him. âfake or not, youâre the one i want to be with.â his voice is low, almost pleading. âiâm not going anywhere.â
warmth blooms in your chest, melting away the doubts. and when he kisses your forehead gently, itâs like the final seal on his promise.
PARK SUNGHOON
the elevator doors slide shut, leaving just you and sunghoon in the small, enclosed space. his shoulders brush against yours, a stark reminder of how close youâre standing. you glance up at him nervously, noting the sharp line of his jaw and the tense set of his shoulders. why does he look so annoyed? he hasnât said a word since you two left the event.
you press the button for your floor, stealing another look at him. heâs staring straight ahead, expression unreadable, but you can tell somethingâs different today. his jaw is clenched, his hands stuffed into his pockets, tension radiating from him.
it hits you thenâhe saw you talking to that guy earlier. your colleague from work, whoâs been too friendly lately.
the elevator jolts slightly as it begins its ascent, and the silence stretches. you clear your throat, shifting nervously, taking a quick glance at his side profile, âsunghoon, about earlierââ
âdoes he always touch you like that?â his voice is low, cold even, cutting through the still air like a blade, face away from yours, looking straight ahead.
you blink, caught off guard by the question. âwhat?â
he turns to you, stepping closer until the space between you is almost nonexistent. âyour âfriendâ at the office,â he mutters, his eyes narrowing, leaning his head down as he loosens his tie. âhe seemed too comfortable.â
you feel a flicker of heat rising in your chestâheâs jealous. But why? âsunghoon, itâs notââ
âi donât care what you think it is.â his hand reaches out, gripping the side of the elevator wall beside your head, caging you in. his breath hitches as he leans in, his face just inches from yours. âwe might be pretending, but i donât like it when anyone else looks at you that way. youâre mine.â
the possessiveness in his voice sends shivers down your spine. your heart pounds as you try to process the sudden shift in his demeanour, the unspoken intensity in his eyes, the impossibly fast heartbeat of yours.
âweâre not real, remember?â you manage to whisper, though your body betrays you, leaning into the space between you two.
âthen tell me,â he murmurs, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. his fingers brush lightly against your waist, the touch sending shivers down your spine. âwhy does it hurt so much seeing another guy looking at you?â
you stare at him, mouth dry, as his eyes drop to your lips.
âi donât want to pretend anymore,â he whispers, âplease..â a desperate plea from his lips as his hands control itself to not pull you in, but you don't wait, and close the gap between your lips. and he pulls you closer, bodies clashing against each other as the kiss escalates. he smirks into the kiss, you're his for real now.
KIM SUNOO
itâs pouring rain, and youâre soaked to the bone, standing under a bus stop shelter that does little to keep you dry. you mentally curse yourself for forgetting your umbrella, shivering as the cold wind cuts through your drenched clothes. just when you think your day canât get any worse, a familiar car pulls up beside the curb, headlights cutting through the downpour.
the passenger window rolls down, and there he isâkim sunoo, your âfakeâ boyfriend, his brows furrowed in a mix of exasperation and concern. âget in before you freeze,â he calls out, voice muffled by the sound of the rain.
you donât need to be told twice. you scramble into the car, teeth chattering as you tug the door shut behind you. the warmth of the heater engulfs you instantly, and sunooâs jacket is shoved into your hands before you can even register whatâs happening. âyouâre going to catch a cold,â he scolds, his voice laced with worry as he glances at your shivering form, âwhy didn't you call me?â
you blink up at him, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. âi ⌠i didnât want to bother you.â
sunoo sighs, leaning closer until you can see every droplet of rain clinging to his hair, every crease in his usually cheerful face. âidiot,â he murmurs, voice low and filled with something you canât quite name. âyouâre never a bother to me.â
your heart skips as he reaches out, brushing damp strands of hair away from your forehead with gentle fingers. his hand lingers, thumb tracing your chilled cheek softly.
for a moment, heâs quiet. then, he reaches over, wiping a raindrop from your cheek with the pad of his thumb, the gesture so gentle it makes your heart skip. âdo you know how worried i was? pretend or not, i donât want to see you like this,â he murmurs, his hand lingering near your face.
before you can respond, he leans over and tucks the jacket around your shoulders, pulling you close until youâre huddled against his chest and neck. âyouâre mine to worry about,â he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, then one on the bridge of your nose.
in that moment, under the sound of rain and the warmth of his embrace, it doesnât feel like an act anymore.
YANG JUNGWON
it wasnât supposed to happen like this. the plan was rather simpleâshow up together at the dinner, play the perfect couple in front of his friends, and go home as usual. but then the storm hit, trapping you at his apartment afterward, the rain pouring down outside in heavy sheets, drenching the city.
jungwon sits beside you on the couch, the dim glow of the lamp casting shadows across his sharp features, and you force yourself to look away. his jacket is discarded on the floor, sleeves rolled up as he runs a hand through his damp hair, frustrated by the turn of events. he looks too handsome right now.
itâs quiet, too quiet, with only the sound of rain tapping against the windows.
âlooks like youâre stuck here,â he says, leaning back casually, but thereâs a tension in the air that you canât ignore. you tug the blanket tighter around yourself, trying to stay calm, but the warmth of the apartment and the intimacy of the moment is starting to make you nervous.
âi'll crash on the couch,â you mutter awkwardly, avoiding his gaze, but jungwonâs eyes are on you, piercing, like heâs studying every inch of your face. he doesnât say anything at first, but then he moves closer, his knee brushing against yours, you shiver.
âyou donât have to,â he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver through you. his hand rests lightly on your knee, but itâs enough to make your heart race. âyou can take the bed.â
before you can respond, jungwon cups your chin gently, turning your face toward his. his touch is soft but firm, like heâs been holding back for too long. his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch, as his as well.
âwe donât have to pretend all the time, you know,â he says, voice barely above a whisper, his eyes darkening with something deeper, something real, âit's getting so hard for meâŚâ
your heart skips a beat, and suddenly the fake relationship feels far too real. âjungwon, what are you saying?â you ask, your voice trembling as he leans in, his forehead resting against yours, hands falling down to your waist to pull you closer.
âi'm saying,â he murmurs, his lips just inches from yours, âthat i want to kiss you, but in a real boyfriend way, and love you too while at that.â
the rain continues to fall outside, but all you can hear is the pounding of your heart as his lips brush softly against yours, the kiss gentle but full of unspoken emotions, before it quickly melts to an intense one. he pulls away slightly, his breath mingling with yours as he whispers, âstay with me tonight⌠for real.â
NISHIMURA RIKI
you never expected to find yourself in a fake relationship with riki, of all peopleâthe energetic, mischievous older brother of your best friend. when he overheard you venting about your annoying ex constantly showing up at your favourite hangouts, he had put up a sly smirk and volunteered to be your fake boyfriend.
âthink of it as a win-win. i get to mess with peopleâs heads, and you get a human shield. plus,â he had said, winking playfully, âitâll be fun.â
you shouldâve known that rikiâs idea of âfunâ involved way more than youâd bargained for.
tonight, at your favourite late-night cafĂŠ, you spot your ex walking in, scanning the crowd. you freeze, heart thudding. before you can react, riki slides his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close. his scentâa mix of citrus and something else uniquely himâmakes your pulse spike. itâs only for show, you remind yourself. except ⌠heâs suddenly so convincing.
âhey, baby, you okay?â rikiâs voice is loud enough to catch your exâs attention, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm. he leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath tickling your ear. âyouâre all tense.â
you fight the shiver that runs down your spine. âstop playing around,â you mutter, but he just smirks.
âiâm not playing,â he murmurs back, eyes twinkling. his gaze flicks toward your ex, whoâs now glaring at you both, and rikiâs grip tightens around you possessively. âi told you iâm the best at this.â
the next thing you know, rikiâs turning you slightly in his arms, cupping your cheek in a way that looks so natural it makes your heart skip. the cafĂŠ lights catch on the gleam in his eyesâintense, focused. your ex is staring daggers at him now, but riki pays him no mind. instead, his thumb brushes your jaw softly, his face hovering inches from yours.
ârelax, would you?â he murmurs, but his voice has lost its teasing edge. thereâs something almost⌠protective in the way heâs watching you.
âriki ââ you start, but he cuts you off by leaning even closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, âlet me handle this.â
before you can process his words, he pulls you flush against him, his eyes never leaving your exâs face. then, with a cocky grin, he dips his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.
you freeze, heart pounding. when he finally pulls back, his gaze meets yours, unreadable. âthere,â he says softly, still holding you close. âyouâre mine now. got it?â and from the look on his face, youâre not entirely sure heâs pretending anymore.
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all we ever do is talk | s.r.
in which Spencer and wife!reader fear they're getting boring, so the BAU sets them up with a hotel suite for Spencer's birthday
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who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: i don't remember. hold on. oral (f and m recieving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex, breeding but not like the primordial kinky type just like, having sex to get pregnant, drinking wine, this is like circa s11, not proofread i'm just a girl, david rossi being rich for the plot, i hate hate hate the word pussy but here we are, softdom!spencer. spencer reid certified gift giver! word count: 4.17k a/n: a fic based on a del water gap song? who's surprised? no one! anyways i blacked out toward the end of writing this one no clue what happens here also sorry about the breeding thing i really don't know where that came from
The robe you wore was luxurious, and the cumulative cost of every item in your hotel room likely cost more than you made in a year. Needless to say, you were starting to feel out of place in the room, your hair and makeup done to perfection as you waited for your husband to arrive.
Reaching into your pocket, you slip your phone out and check for notifications. JJ was your babysitter for the night, and even though she had insisted that everything would be fine, you had never actually spent a full night away from Eleanor. You had no idea how Spencer did it time and time again for cases.
You: Everything good? JJ: Shouldnât you be with Spencer right now? You: Heâs on his way. You: Everything good?
She responds with a picture of Nell, your sweet toddler, who was seemingly too focused on the bowl of mac n cheese in front of her to even look at the camera. You type out a reply to JJ before forwarding the photo to Spencer.
JJ assured you that Eleanor would be in good care with her and Will, and itâs not that you have any doubts, itâs that sheâs your baby and this is your first time being away from her.
The door to the hotel room clicks, and you set your phone on the comforter, watching as Spencer walks into the room before returning the key card to his wallet. âHey,â you greet from the bed, crossing one leg over the other.
âHey, honey,â he says, striding over to you before pressing a soft kiss to your hairline, âYou smell nice.â
You nod in the direction of the bathroom, âI got here early and took a bath.â Slowly, you take a better look at him, âYou look good, I like that suit on you.â
He holds his arms out and looks down at himself, âI heard through the grapevine that you have a fantastic dress for tonight, so I figured I needed to pull out all of the stops.â Years ago, Rossi had gotten all of the BAU men custom designer suits, that must be the one your husband had chosen to wear tonight. It was fitting, seeing as Rossi was probably fronting most of the bill for your night.
âIâve never heard Penelope referred to as a grapevine before,â you respond in jest, getting up from the bed before you make your way to the bathroom. âShe helped pick the dress,â you inform him, shedding your robe before stepping into the dress. It was a short, black velvet number that clung to the contours of your body in a way that you hadnât thought was possible. Instead of straps, two dainty chains went over your shoulders, leaving excess dangling over your back.
Spencer clears his throat, âSo, how did the drop-off go?â He missed the big goodbye, which was probably for the best.
You sigh, âNell was great. I was a mess.â You had only been given a few days to prepare for being away from her.
Carefully pulling the chains over your shoulders, you look at yourself in the mirror before slipping your heels on and stepping out of the bathroom. Spencer was standing in front of the windows, watching the sunset over the horizon, âFor what itâs worth, I had no issue with the original plan for tonight.â
Initially, you had planned to celebrate Spencerâs birthday at home with Eleanor, and there was meant to be a party with the rest of the BAU tomorrow evening. Somehow, the team had gotten the idea that the two of you needed an evening out, so they chipped in to give you just thatâsome members more than others.
âIâm always alright with spending quality time with my girls, butââ his voice cuts off as he turns to look at you, âNever mind.â
You chuckle, âWhat?â Looking down at yourself, you smooth out the front of the dress with your palms.
His eyes wander as he unabashedly checks you out, âIâm finding with every passing moment that this might be my preferred plan for the evening.â He watches attentively as you go back to sitting on the edge of the bed, fixing a twisted strap of your heel while Spencer stands directly in front of you.
âWhen was the last time we went out on a date?â You ask, strapping your heel around your ankle.
He hums, fake thinking about your question even though he knows the exact date, âHowever old Nell is, add approximately ten months,â he answers.
You look up at him, your face warming in surprise, âHas it really been that long?â
Spencer nods mournfully, âAlmost three and a half years,â he sits down on the bed next to you, placing his hand on your bare thigh and swiping at the soft skin with his thumb.
Holding your hands up to your face, you glance at Spencer with wide eyes, âOh, Spence. When did we get boring?â
âWe arenât boring,â he insists, âWe have a two-year-old. We work.â
You raise your eyebrows at him, âOther people do those things, and theyâre not boring.â
He matches your look, âWe arenât boring,â he repeats. âLetâs make a deal,â Spencer offers, âTonight, you and I wonât be boring.
âRight, so weâll have a glass of wine at dinner tonight and then return to being boring tomorrow?â You say glumly, watching as he shifts on the mattress, adjusting his weight distribution.
âNo,â he whispers, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips before sliding off the mattress, leaving him on his knees in front of you.
Blinking absently at him, your heart jumps at the sight of him in front of you, âYou know we have dinner reservations, right?â
He gives you a slightly incredulous look, âYou know itâs an open reservation, right? We have it until midnight.â
Your head bobs in acknowledgment, silently permitting him to part your knees, and you watch him come to the realization that you werenât wearing any panties, âI didnât want any lines to show under the dress,â you explain. There was also a part of you that hoped your evening would go in this direction.
Placing his hands on your hips, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, rolling your dress up to your waist, leaving you bare in front of him, âYouâre perfect,â he breathes, âI donât tell you that enough.â His fingers carefully prod at your core, a ghosting of pressure as he sweeps his index finger over your folds, an array of goosebumps forming over your skin.
Your breath hitches when he grips one of your thighs, placing it over his shoulder in the way heâs done numerous times before, but it always seems to take your breath away. âYou tell me plenty,â you say, the sensation of his breath on your wet heat affecting you in ways you havenât felt in ages.
âThatâs not nearly enough,â he scolds himself, craning his head forward to press a kiss to your clit, chuckling when you jump as a result.
Releasing a breathy laugh, you look down at Spencer, your heart racing as you await his next move, âThen tell me again,â you whisper.
Spencer hums in response, slipping his pointer finger inside of you as he murmurs, âYouâre perfect.â
You let out a soft moan as his finger slowly starts moving out, taking it slowly as you lean back on your hands, careful not to mess your hair up too badly, âSpence,â you whine at the pressure.
âI know,â he tells you, âItâs been a while, huh?â
Closing your eyes, you nod quickly as he slips a second finger into your cunt, a gasp escaping your lips as your body stretches around his fingers, âItâs been too long,â you tell him, lifting one hand to your mouth and biting down on your knuckle to muffle your soundsâa habit youâd picked up since having a baby.
He hums, peering up at you through hooded eyes, âThis is a honeymoon suite, angel. Itâs engineered to keep sound in.â
Your hand drops obediently, falling back to the mattress as you ignore the implications of the BAU reserving the honeymoon suite for you and focusing on your husband, who was bending his neck down to suck your clit. His lips encircle the sensitive nub as you let out a low whimper, knowing whatâs about to come making you apprehensively excited.
Steadily, Spencer works at you, thrusting his fingers while suckling at your clit, periodically using his tongue to apply pressure, and reveling in your high-pitched moans as he drives you closer and closer to what youâre sure will be your first of many orgasms of the night.
âOh my god,â you gasp, moving one hand to the top of his head, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging at the strands.
He shifts on his knees slightly, coming up for air as he adjusts the angle of his fingers inside of your cunt, going back down on you as his fingers find a new pace. They curl inside of you, targeting the spongy button that makes your abdomen tighten and your thighs tremble.
Overwhelmed, you repeat his name like a prayer while you pull at his hair, âFuck, Iâm gonna cum,â you cry, helplessly staring at the ceiling while Spencer keeps his motions going, his fingers relentlessly thrusting into you while he sucks at your clit, encouraging your orgasm.
Your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm rips through you, your legs shaking as your husband remains buried between your legs, working you through your orgasm, âSo perfect,â he pants, gently massaging your pussy as he withdraws his fingers, pressing soft, tender kisses to the insides of your thighs. âWe donât even have to go to dinner,â he says, looking at you hungrily.
You smile down at him, âWe should go, Dave called in a favor to get us this reservation.â
Spencer straightens up and nods in agreement, holding his hand up to your mouth, âOpen,â he says, looking satisfied when you poke your head forward, putting your lips around his two fingers and tasting yourself on them.
Sucking your own slick from his fingers, you focus on his eyes as you swirl your tongue around them, watching the dilation of his pupils because you know exactly what effect youâre having on him. He slips his fingers from your mouth before dropping a kiss on your lips, the entire exchange reminiscent of the time before you had Eleanor. You werenât complaining.
Checking his watch, Spencer stands up straight in front of you, helping you stand, he holds onto your waist while you find your balance, âHow are you feeling?â
You peer up at him through your mascara-coated eyelashes, âMost decidedly not boring,â you answer, following him into the bathroom so the two of you can clean up.
âCâmere,â Spencer beckons, looking at you from across the table. âYouâre too far away,â he explains, the table at the restaurant keeping the two of you apart when youâve already established that you want to be close tonight.
Taking your napkin off of your lap and setting it on the table, you grab your glass of wine and make your way to your husband. In the private room that had been reserved for you, âHere I am,â you present yourself to him, the privacy glass that surrounded you concealing the way his arm snaked around your waist, guiding you to his lap.
He smiles up at you, âThatâs better,â he says, your legs latticed over his own.
Looking over your shoulder at the table, you hum an acknowledgment, âThis table is almost comically large for two people.â You imagine itâs intended to be fancy, a long, glamorous table for a glamorous restaurant. You lean your head against Spencerâs, closing your eyes and appreciating your closeness, âHappy birthday, my love.â
âItâs not my birthday yet,â he murmurs, tipping his head back and kissing you softly, the taste of the wine that had been chosen for you was faint on his lips.
A soft giggle bubbles in your throat, âThen Iâll have to stay up until midnight so that I get to be the first one to tell you.â
Humming, Spencer settles a hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze, âThe real challenge there is staying up until midnight.â
âIâm sure we can think of something to keep us up,â you grin cheekily, swinging your legs. âSo, before youâre officially older,â you begin, âWhat do you want to do with your next year of life?â
âFinish the bathroom remodel,â he answers almost immediately, referring to your main floor bathroom that had been in disarray for months. The countertop that you had chosen was still on backorder.
You raise your eyebrows, âWhat do you want to do that will help us on our pursuit to become less boring?â
Spencer studies your expression, taking his time before answering, âIâd like to at least discuss having another baby,â he responds.
Admittedly, it had been on your mind recently. With Kate leaving the BAU to spend time with her baby and JJ announcing she and Will were expecting, considering having a second baby wasnât out of the realm of imagination. âYou want another baby?â Your question is soft, you look at him, studying the brown eyes that he had passed down to Eleanor.
He nods, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles on your bare thigh. âI know that youâll bear most of the responsibility if we have another baby. Iâll still be around as much as work will allow, but thereâs only so much room for variables in the BAU. I wouldnât want you to feel alone in it, but Iâ Iâd like for Nell to have a sibling.â
âOkay,â you breathe, not needing much convincing to come to a conclusion. Admittedly, you werenât expecting this conversation tonight, but it wasnât a conversation youâd ever had before. Eleanor was about as much of a surprise as a baby could be.
Spencer looks surprised at your reply, âWhat?â
Slinging your arms around his shoulders, you shrug, âLetâs have another baby. This time next year Nell will be three, so, now almost feels like a perfect time.â
âIt takes most couples months to conceive when theyâre trying,â Spencer tells you, âOnly about thirty percent conceive in the first three months.â
You raise your eyebrows doubtfully, âHow long does it take couples who have a luxury hotel room to themselves for the night?â Your loaded question easily slides off your tongue as you lift your hand to his chest, thumbing the silk fabric of his tie while you wait for his answer.
He led the way to the hotel room, luckily the hotel and restaurant were connected; you wouldâve hated for a cab driver to see you dazedly staring at your husband with the promise of what comes next.
Pulling his keycard from his wallet, Spencer pushes the door open, dragging you in behind him before pressing you up against the wall. You shove at the lapels of his jacket, trying to get it off of him.
Haphazardly, you drop pieces on the floor, Spencerâs jacket, your heels, his tie, everything falling away as the two of you stumble to the bed. You yelp when you fall back onto the bed, Spencer catches himself above you and a fit of giggles erupts from your mouth. A sort of light, airy feeling goes through your head while youâre beneath him, the freeing feeling of knowing youâre about to have sex and you donât have to worry about your toddler knocking on your door was overwhelming.
You kiss him while fiddling with the buttons of his dress shirt, pulling the white fabric from where it was tucked before discarding that as well. âWait,â you say breathlessly.
Spencer sits up, panting as he looks down at you, âWhat is it?â He asks, eyes searching for something wrong.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, âI bought lingerie for tonight,â you tell him, eyes flickering over to your overnight bag. The blue, lacy set was calling your name.
Hovering back over you, Spencer bows his head and presses a soft, unhurried kiss to your lips, âShow me later?â
Nodding, you watch him as he pulls his undershirt off, another bundle of fabric lost to the ground. Gently, you push at him, making it so his back is on the mattress as you place one knee on either side of his waist.
His hands tug at the hem of your dress, ruching the fabric around your waist as you slowly grind your hips over his. âFuck, baby,â he hisses, already tightly wound after your earlier activities.
Understanding, you start to leave a trail of kisses down his chest, continuing to go lower until youâre unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly, placing your hand over his already hard cock and palming him on top of his briefs, âYouâre so hard,â you moan, your mind thinking ahead to when heâll inevitably fuck you.
In the interim, you tug his pants and briefs halfway down his thighs, leaving his length standing at attention for only a moment before you duck your head, licking a long stripe up the veiny underside of his cock. Spencerâs hips buck up from the mattress in response, and you take him in your mouth, using your hand to touch what you canât fit in your mouth.
Pressing your tongue flat against the head, you moan with him in your mouth when he grabs a fistful of your hair. You were no longer worried about your appearance, only about driving him as crazy as possible.
âAngel,â he says, his voice strained, âI canâtâ I need to be in you.â
You lift your head, moving back up to him and straddling his hips again, placing your bare pussy on top of his hard cock. Wiping drool from the corner of your mouth, you raise your eyebrows at Spencer, âAre you ready?â
He nods, mouth falling open when you lift yourself up and position his length at your entrance, âOh, wow,â he breathes, gently rubbing at your clit as you ease yourself onto him, your walls throbbing around him. His hand settles on your hip as you take a moment to adjust.
Pulling at your dress, you tug it over your head, leaving it on the floor of the hotel room, âAh,â you sigh, rolling your hips slightly to try and help your body adjust.
âAbsolutely no lingerie necessary,â he says, his eyes studying your body as if heâs seeing you for the first time all over again. âIâm so thankful for you, my girl,â he murmurs with lust-hooded eyes.
You hum in response, bending at the hips to put your lips on his, a whimper escaping your lips when his hips buck up from the mattress again, âFuck, call me that again.â
âMy girl,â he echoes, thrusting up into you again. âIâm not going to last very long,â he admits, groaning as you start to lift yourself up and down on his cock.
Small whines come from your lips with every movement, you shake your head, âThatâs okay, we canâŚâ your voice trails off, âI donât think I will either.â The admission comes as a bit of a surprise to yourself, you hadnât realized you had gotten so worked up.
Snaking his hand between your bodies, Spencer focuses his attention on getting you to your second orgasm as your movements grow unsteady, âYouâre doing so well,â Spencer encourages you, knowing you arenât usually on top.
âShit, Spence,â you gasp, your resolve failing as your torso drops forward, giving him the freedom to continue lifting his hips up into you, âOh,â your cunt clenches down around him, âIâm cumming,â you tell him, burying your face in his chest as you cry out. His thrusts start to overstimulate you as he chases his own orgasm, and eventually his movements falter.
You can feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you as his hot cum fills you, a tired sigh as his rigid body relaxes back into the mattress, âOh, my girl,â he whispers, smoothing your hair back as you catch your breath on top of him, âWhy donât you stay up here for a little bit?â
Nodding, you look up at him, a pink flush splattered across his face as you watch him, âI love you,â you breathe, glancing at the clock, âHappy birthday.â
Spencer spares a glance at the clock, three minutes past midnight, âI love you too, angel. Thank you.â
You sigh, lifting yourself on shaky arms and grabbing a box from his bedside table, âThis is for you.â
He releases a breathy laugh, obviously amused at the idea of opening a birthday gift while heâs still buried inside of you, âI got you something too,â he admits, sweeping a strand of hair from your face.
Tilting your head to the side, you frown, âItâs not my birthday.â
Shaking his head, Spencer agrees with you, âNo, but I find I canât resist giving you gifts.â
You inhale sharply when he twists to open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a rectangular box and resting it next to him so he can start to open the gift from you.
âOh, honey,â he says, opening the watch box. His old one had a damaged mechanism and needed to be replaced, but it wasnât something he was likely to spend the money on for himself. Naturally, you did it for him.
You raise your eyebrows, âItâs engraved,â you explain. Watching him take the watch out of the box and look at the back, the dates that you had carved in being significant markers in your relationship. Your wedding anniversary. The date Eleanor was born. There was plenty of space to add more dates too, should the time come.
âItâs perfect,â he tells you, placing the watch back in the box to keep it safe, âThank you,â he says, shifting under you as he reaches for the box.
Rolling your eyes, you accept the box anyways, âNow, why would you get me a gift for your birthday,â you tut, undoing the ribbon on the box before opening it. âOh,â you breathe, âOh, Spence,â you say, tears pricking your eyes.
Inside of the box was a necklace, and strung on the dainty chain was a teardrop-shaped sapphire. âItâs Eleanorâs birthstone,â he explains, âI saw it last time Penelope dragged me to the mall with her, and I thought it was perfect for you.â
âItâs beautiful,â you say, moving to fasten it around your neck, the only other thing adoring your body being your wedding ring. You grin at your husband as you duck down to press a kiss to his lips, half-conscious of the way heâs kicking his pants off until heâs flipped you onto your back.
He hums as you moan, âYouâre beautiful. Youâre so, so beautiful,â he muses, burying his face in your neck and placing soft kisses along the column of your throat.
Opening your legs more, you invite him to come closer into you, âI would have agreed to have another baby a long time ago had I known Iâd be treated so well,â you tease him gently, gasping as his lips attach to your breast, littering kisses all over you.
âI always treat you well,â he insists, taking a tentative thrust into you before taking you into his arms.
You whimper softly at the pressure on your pussy, âSpence,â you sigh, your sensitive cunt clenching around his cock. âOh, god yes,â you mutter as he begins to find a pace, pressing his full length into you.
He drops a kiss to your shoulder, âI know baby,â he says, sticking to his rhythm and pushing your legs open wider, âIâve got you.â
A curse falls from your lips as you screw your eyes shut, tilting your head back and gasping at the sensation, âI love you,â you tell him.
âI love you too,â he says, equally out of breath with you as he fucks into you with abandon, chasing a new high as you dig your nails into his back. âYouâre so good for me, baby,â he hisses, âIâm gonna cum in you,â he warns, snapping his hips to yours.
A high-pitched moan comes from you as he paints your insides with his cum, the sensation of him filling you leading you to your third orgasm of the night as your walls pulse around him.
The two of you stay like that for a moment, waiting for someone to catch their breath as your eyes go wide. âAre you alright?â Spencerâs the first to speak, carefully pulling out of you and chuckling lightly when you whine at the empty feeling.
Nodding, you turn your head to the side, âYeah, are you?â
He smiles, âI think this might be the least boring birthday Iâve ever had.â
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can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh đđđ
"Focus, Lupin"
Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader
Word Count:Â 2.7k
Warnings:Â well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding
A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.
Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower
Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.
"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.
"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.
"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.
Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.
You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.
At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.
Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.
Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires.Â
He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to pushâand exactly how hard.Â
"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."
Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.
"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.
"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."
His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. âThatâs not what I said.â
You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldnât let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didnât need to."Â
You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book loweredânot abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then twoâhis sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.
The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.
He exhaled through his noseâsharp, like he was trying to keep it togetherâand finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but thereâs no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.
You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost
He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: ââŚYou taking the piss?âÂ
You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."
The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.
His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twistedâjust a smidge.
"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."
âOooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. âFormal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"
His lips twitchedâan almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. âIâll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.âÂ
"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.
"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "OrâŚwhatever else I decide."Â
You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. ��Alright, but donât be mad when youâre the one giving in first. I know you canât resist me for long.âÂ
Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. âGet your books, trouble. Letâs see how well you actually handle restraint.âÂ
You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but heâs not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.
Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.
He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as itâwhich it does.
"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."
He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yoursâonly for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.
You go to reach backâfor support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of timeâwith your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.
You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesnât stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.
"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at thatâ" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.
It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.
James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.
"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.
"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."
"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.
Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum.Â
Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?
And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, thereâs no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down againâdeliberate, calculatingâas if heâs debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting Jamesâs oblivious chatter fill the space.
Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Siriusâs smirk curves a fraction higher, itâs almost like he knows that, too.
Remus doesnât full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but itâs a close thing.
"âŚRight.â Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like heâs piecing together a puzzle heâs already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table againâjust brieflyâand then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. âYou know, you two really are awful at being subtle.â
Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protestâexcept Sirius doesnât give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like heâs enjoying the power of watching you squirm. âBut donât think being pretty gets you out of work,â he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. âYouâve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.â
James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. âDonât listen to him, heâs just mad because we need you for the setup,â he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. âI told him youâre probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?â
Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remusâs in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if heâs going to say something moreâsomething that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly whatâs happening beneath the table.
But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. âSure,â he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. âStudying.â His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.
He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three secondsâbefore Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.
You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.
"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."
"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.
"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."
"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's notâ" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, yourâMerlin, you're bloody brilliant."
At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.
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12:45am â gojo satoru ;
âcute earrings, whereâd you get them?â shoko asks.
âhm?â still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. âoh, these. i got them from a friend last week.â
âfriend? or do you mean boyfriend?â
shokoâs words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, âa friend! just a friend."
shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. âcome to think of it, i donât think youâve ever told me what your type was.â
âmy type?â your mind blanks. âiâve probably never told you because iâve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.â
shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.
"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone whoâs not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.â
âsomeone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? thatâs too greedy.â
you giggle. âyouâre right, thereâs no way thereâs anyone that perfect. i guess iâll have to be single forever.â
âyou'll always have me.â shoko says, grinning.
you push her shoulder but donât deny it.
yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojoâs. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.
seeing his face makes you think. didnât gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.
with a start, you look back at shoko. âand someone calm. someone with manners.â
âwell-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.â shoko chuckles. âare there any more?"
yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.
your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.
when you enter the classroom the next day, youâre surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. youâre not sure if heâs actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading âordinary objectsâ by amie thomasson.
his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. âgood morning.â
âmorning. whatâs with you?â
gojo clears his throat. âwhat ever do you mean?â
your frown transitions to a grimace. âwhy are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!â
âi am taking care of it! itâs not dead yet!â he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. âi mean, itâs fine.â
âyou sure?â
âi am.â
you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. âit better be. shoko got me that one.â
âspeaking of shoko, is she not coming today?â
âi think she stayed overnight at the morgue.â
âis that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldnât want her to miss out on class.â
you turn to him horrified. âso you did kill my plant!â
âi said itâs not dead!â gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. âi simply worry for her.â
you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. âare you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?â
âiâm not sick. what part of me looks sick?"
âwell youâre usually not thisâŚâ you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. âcâŚâ
gojo leans forward. âyes?â
âcrazy.â
he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.
you tilt your head. âwhere's getou, you guys didnât come to class together? donât tell me you fought.â
gojo peers up and frowns. âno, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?â
âit would be extremely out of character, yeah.â you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.
he was clearly unhappy, it didnât take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.
you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadnât had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed itâs upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.
the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.
âare you trying to be like getou?â you try.
gojo whirs around to face you. âwhat?â
âwell, youâre trying to be composed.â he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. âlike more well-mannered. more calm.â
gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.
gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.
âare you sure youâre alright? what did you eat yesterday?â
he doesnât register your question. âyou think getou is well-mannered?â
âyeah?â
âand calm?â
you nod. âmore than you, at least.â
âdo you think heâs interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?â he pauses. âgood-looking?â
the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. âwhat? where is this coming from?â
âoh my god, you do.â
âno? i mean, i think getouâs great and everythingââ
âyou think getouâs great?â
âdonât you?â
âyou think getouâs hot.â he concludes. âand you think getouâs great.â
"what are you even saying?"
"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"
baffled, you flail for words. âare you jealous of him? that's strange, i didnât think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.â
gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, âme neither.â
the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.
âwhat did you guys do?â he asks with a sigh.
ânothing!â
ânothing.â gojo says and glares at him.
getou blinks.
âokay.â he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. âwhat did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?â
âgojoâs being weird.â you snitch. âare you guys fighting?â
âhow should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.â
"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."
"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."
you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you canât help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getouâs pestering.
subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojoâs eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.
something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.
you look away hastily and inhale.
gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.
getou looks between the two of you. âwhat the fuck was that?â
ânothing.â gojo says.
getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.
gojo clears his throat. âfor me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.â
at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.
yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"
âsheâs staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.â
âi see.â yaga nods. âthen letâs start.â
your mind fails to work as you turn over gojoâs words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?
slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.
did that mean�
someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?
you watch gojoâs side profile, hoping heâd turn around. if what you thought was right, heâd turn.
seconds tick past. yagaâs voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.
no, maybe you were wrong after all.
just as you were about to face yaga again, gojoâs head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and youâre sure youâre in a similar shocked state.
oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.
gojo has a crush on getou.
filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"
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"Bite Me" - Alastor x Reader
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You were a strange addition to the hotel.
A quiet sinner demon with no merit to speak of who just waltzed in without much fuss or fanfare. No blowing up walls, no trying to kill anyone, no entertainment what so ever.
You were so boring, Alastor didn't even want to mess with you.
...
At first.
Then, quiet and unassuming, you slowly established yourself as both over-forgiving and sharply blunt.
It was amusing watching the whiplash on a demon's face when you flip between them so much in a single day.
Once, Angel Dust was high as a kite and practically lobbed a brick at your head. Your response was "No harm done, don't worry about it." later that same day, the spider-fellow draped an arm around Vaggie's shoulder and slung some sort of ridiculous insult. You moved his arm off of her and said "You need to learn to watch what you say or I'm ripping this arm off and shoving it down your throat."
Usually that last threat would lead to some other comment, but the flat way you said it and moved on to a different subject left the spider fellow standing there without much else to say.
How amusing!
Even he was no exemption from your two-faced nature, it seemed. One moment apologizing for accidentally blocking his path, the next informing him that you'd use his antlers as forks if he didn't leave you alone. Silly little threats that were oh-so pathetic when said by such a...underwhelming, individual.
Alastor's favorite of yours was 'I'm going to eat your kidneys'. Then how rude you were to decline the cooking lesson he offered!
Typically your quips and comments were about trivial things, little things that Alastor would purposely do in order to get a reaction.
THIS TIME, THOUGH
He had a particularly annoying run in with Vox one day, trudging back to the hotel with his patience already at its limit. Husk knew better than to comment on it, shying away from him as he prowled through the lobby. Angel Dust was at the bar counter, eyeing Alastor as he strode on through.
"Ya look like shit." He commented passively.
"Thank you ever so much for the keen observation." Alastor said with a smile. Husker flinched, ears dropping. It was only then he noticed you there as well, a forgotten drink in your hand as you gaze lingered on Husk, a frown setting to your lips.
The rest of that particular exchange wasn't of any significance. It wasn't until later when you sought him out in the Hotel's parlor things escalated.
"You need to calm down."
His grin hitched up and he leered down at you. You were more than a foot shorter than him and your big eyes did little to make you look more intimidating.
"I beg your pardon, dear?"
"I said you need to calm down." Your tail swished in agitation. "I get you had a bad day but that's no reason to take it out on other people."
Alastor chuckled "Oh goodness. My apologies, my dear. But you have absolutely no ground to tell me to do anything."
He back you up against the wall, hands planted on either side of you. His antler stretched out and his eyes took on the appearance of dials as he leaned down. Sharp teeth grazed your face, hot breath stung your eyes. Claws carved their way into the wall on either side of you.
"So, my dear, what was it you said? I'm afraid I didn't quite catch it."
"I said you need to calm down."
Alastor's eye twitched, his grin twisting into something so much more unhinged. No hesitation. Were you stupid?
A look at you said yes, but you knew damn well the danger you were in. You were trembling, pupils shaking breath shallow. But you still had the nerve to speak to him that way?
"All right, what if I don't?" He purred, tracing a claw over the side of your face "Go on ahead and let me hear whatever pathetic threat you have."
"I'll bite you." spoken in that flat tone of yours.
Alastor laughed "As amusing as always-"
Pain burst from his shoulder, sharp and sticky as fangs burst through flesh. Perhaps it was shock that had him stumble back, perhaps it was amusement that allowed you to get away from him. You opened your jaw, withdrawing your teeth from his shoulder as skin and cloth clung to the spaces between your bloodied fangs.
You gave him a pointed glare as your wiped some excess blood off of your face and prowled off without so much as giving him a second glance.
He had every right to hunt you down and rip apart your soul right then and there.
Instead he found himself losing his balance, falling onto his rear on the floor. Fingers curled over the fresh and large bite mark on his shoulder. The damn thing nearly covered the entirety of between his collar bone and his arm socket.
He pulled his hand away to stare absently at his own blood.
You must be venomous. That was the only way to explain why his heart was suddenly racing and his face suddenly felt far too warm. His breathing was off, shallow and uneven.
You actually bit him.
Were your threats actually not so empty?
Did you really intend to use his antlers as forks?
He laughed to himself, letting his hand drop back to his side. This was ridiculous! If you meant even half the strange threats you threw at him....then...
Well. He was in danger.
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tease
warning: fluff + tension â you start teasing sylus by squishing his cheeks and making silly faces, but sylus quickly turns the tables đ
- second acc: @blushpawss
âiâm boredâŚâ you whined, dramatically flopping onto the couch next to sylus.
he glanced at you from the book he was reading, raising an eyebrow. âis that so?â he asked, his deep voice teasing.
âyes, and youâre not helping!â you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. âyouâve been sitting there reading for ages, and iâm just dying of boredom here!â
sylus chuckled softly, flipping a page in his book. âwhat would you like me to do about it?â
âentertain me, of course!â you said, leaning closer to him, resting your chin on his shoulder. when he didnât respond immediately, you gave a fake, dramatic sigh, nudging him gently. âhellooooo? mr. fun police?â
he smirked at your antics but didnât take his eyes off the page. âi thought i was supposed to be the responsible one,â he replied with a playful tone. âcanât be fun all the time, you know.â
you pouted, but a mischievous idea popped into your head. without warning, you reached up and pinched his cheek gently, pulling it out just a little.
sylus blinked, clearly caught off guard. âwhat are youââ
âoh my gosh,â you giggled, giving his cheek a little tug. âlook at you, all serious with your book⌠and now youâre like a little chipmunk!â you laughed, delighted by how his face changed when you squished it.
he tried to keep a straight face, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching. âare you seriously doing this right now?â he asked, his voice amused.
âoh, iâm just getting started,â you said, still giggling as you moved your hands to his other cheek, pulling them both outward now. âlook! now youâve got fish lips!â
sylus sighed, but you could tell he was trying not to laugh. âyouâre impossible.â
âand youâre too handsome! i need to fix that,â you teased, smushing his cheeks together until his lips puckered into an exaggerated pout. âthere we go. much better!â
you burst into laughter, absolutely losing it at how ridiculous he looked with his face all squished up like that. sylus, ever the good sport, just shook his head slightly, his crimson eyes still glinting with humor.
âi see youâve found a new hobby,â he said, his voice slightly muffled by the way you had his face trapped in your hands.
âyouâre too serious all the time!â you said between giggles, still holding onto his cheeks. âiâm just trying to loosen you up a bit!â
âthis is⌠certainly one way to do it,â sylus replied, his tone dry but playful.
you laughed again, giving his cheeks a little wiggle before letting go. his skin bounced back into place, and you couldnât help but giggle at how quickly he regained his usual calm, handsome look.
âhow do you do that?â you asked, poking his cheek once more. âitâs like your face is made of rubber or something.â
âpractice,â he said with a grin, finally closing his book and setting it aside. âyou done yet, or are you planning to keep torturing me?â
âoh, iâm definitely not done!â you said with a playful grin, scooting closer to him. ânow that iâve discovered how fun your face is, thereâs no going back.â
before sylus could react, you grabbed his face again, this time squishing his cheeks upwards so his eyes looked smaller and his lips pressed together in a funny way. âlook! now youâre a grumpy cat!â
you both burst out laughing at the ridiculous face youâd made, and sylus finally gave in to the silliness of it all. âyouâre unbelievable,â he said, his voice filled with affection despite the playful complaint.
âbut you love it,â you said with a grin, leaning forward to kiss his squished cheek.
he smiled, his crimson eyes softening as he looked at you. âi do,â he admitted, his voice gentle.
you were about to pull away, satisfied with your teasing, when suddenly sylus moved faster than you expected, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him in one swift motion.
âheyâ!â you yelped, caught off guard, but your words died in your throat when you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes.
before you could react, sylus leaned in and gently bit your cheek, just enough to make you squeak in surprise.
âs-sylus!â you gasped, your face instantly heating up. âwhat the heck was that?â
he pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a playful smirk. âwhat? you were squishing my face, so i figured it was only fair.â
your heart skipped a beat at how close he still was, his warm breath brushing against your skin. âi⌠i didnât bite you!â
he chuckled, the sound low and teasing. âwell, maybe you shouldâve,â he teased, his hands still resting firmly on your waist, holding you in place.
you could feel your cheeks burning, and the playful atmosphere suddenly shifted, the air between you charged with something else entirely. sylusâs gaze was intense, and you could feel the tension building as his thumb brushed softly against your side.
âwhatâs the matter?â he asked, his voice dropping to a low murmur. âyouâre looking a little red.â
âiâm notââ you stammered, but your body betrayed you, the heat rising in your face impossible to hide. âyouâre⌠too close.â
âam i?â he whispered, his lips dangerously close to your ear now.
you couldnât form a proper response, your heart pounding in your chest as his breath tickled your skin. for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you, and the teasing had turned into something much more⌠electric.
âyouâre adorable when youâre flustered,â sylus murmured, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. âi like it.â
you swallowed hard, trying to keep your cool, but it was impossible with the way he was looking at you, his crimson eyes full of warmth and mischief.
ây-youâre impossible,â you muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but the way your voice shook betrayed you.
sylus laughed softly, finally releasing his hold on your waist and leaning back. âmaybe,â he said with a grin, âbut you love it.â
you huffed, trying to regain your composure, but the truth was⌠yeah, you did.
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