#AND you can avoid EVER having to hear from them again

[jsprnt]

you’re pretty upset when you spot your husband not wearing his ring in a recent video

andrew robertson x reader

A/N: a tricky one, but I think I made it work ;) thank you for requesting!

W/C: 1.427

a wedding ring

to some, it’s a tangible object that is meant to symbolize the unification of two people. to others, a ring wasn't that much of importance, even paper rings would suffice to signify the love two individuals have for each other.

you were part of the first group. you had never even dreamed of taking the rock off your finger. the only exception being when you needed to get your hands dirty when cooking up some delicious food.

of course, the glimmering diamond on your ring finger was absolutely breathtaking. carefully chosen by your husband. suited exactly to your personal style and taste.

it was something you also tried to do for him. you didn't want to gift him a boring, silver wedding band, bland and basic. so, you'd visited multiple different jewelers until you found the right one.

then, imagine how pissed off you are when you're scrolling on your phone, only to see a video of your husband not wearing his ring during a recent press conference concerning his upcoming match.

you glance down at your own wedding ring, getting more and more irritated by the second.

your husband wasn't even home from training yet, which allowed your anger to boil up ever more, because you couldn’t ask him about it immediately.

you finally turn your phone off, grumbling to yourself, and get up to do some last minute work around the house. it was your turn to make dinner tonight. safe to say those vegetables were chopped too finely due to the fury you couldn’t contain.

andrew usually came home right on time for dinner. so, you decide to eat dinner early, just to interact less with him.

you were being petty, but you felt like him not wearing his wedding ring shouldn't go unpunished.

the front door opens half an hour later, your husband calling out to you from the entrance.

you ignore him, too focused on washing the dishes you used, to answer him, knowing it would become a childish argument.

"sweetheart? are you home?" he calls out, the confusion in his voice audible. you can hear him zip his jacket off, and the jingling of his keys, which he hangs up on the little sculpture you bought to spruce up the entrance.

again, you refuse to answer. drying the washed dishes with the gray kitchen towel and placing them back in the cupboard.

"bonnie?"

you try to ignore the sweet scottish nickname he loved using, too focused on cleaning up.

you can hear some footsteps come closer, his shoes paddling against the gray floorboards.

you decide to turn around when you can feel how close he is. watching his arm reach over to bring you into a tight embrace. though, you move right on time to avoid his touch. escaping from underneath his arms.

he gasps, brows furrowing at your sudden behavior. you were fine this morning, happy as ever, only a little sad about him leaving so early for training.

so, why would you be avoiding his hugs, let alone his touch?

"love, what's wrong?" he asks, trying to analyze your facial expression.

"nothing.." you mumble, avoiding eye contact. your arms folded defensively.

"do you want a hug?" he asks, wondering if you need comfort. he inches closer, but you decide that to be petty - so you shake your head.

"that involves physical contact, and that's gross, so no." you deadpan, words harsh and stubborn.

‘gross?’ he thinks, frowning at your choice of words.

"eat dinner, table's set.." you add, voice quiet.

you immediately turn away, sulking when you catch glimpse of your ring again.

you can hear him call out to you, but you keep on walking up the stairs and step into your bedroom. maybe the comfort of the soft pillows and firm mattress will help instead.

"love, can you please tell me what's wrong?" he pleads, hand stopping you from closing the door.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, sighing while looking at him.

"just give me a moment.." you state, his eyes warm up, realizing you probably wanted a minute to yourself to sort your thoughts out.

"okay, I'll have dinner then..I’m going to come back later..." his voice is soft, just like how he speaks to you when you're crying over something or are feeling particularly down on dark, cloudy days.

guilt immediately creeps up on you. maybe you were being too petty and rude?

no, you always wear your ring- why wouldn't he?

you close the door in his face, shuffling to your bed and pulling the covers over your body.

all different types of thoughts go through your head. were you too dramatic, or were you rightfully upset? was this approach even a good one?

it doesn't take too much time, as you hear a knock on your bedroom door. you shift and turn, sitting up in bed.

"come in.." you mumble, fidgeting with your fingers.

andy steps inside slowly, his eyebrows raising at the sight of your defeated-looking figure.

"bonnie.." he begins, getting into the bed next to you.

"we're literally married. if you're angry at me, just tell me.." he says, hand reaching to carefully touch your hand. eyes on your face to detect any irritation or sadness on your face.

you look up at him when he grips your hand, his bigger hands entangled with yours. your eyes flicker around, finally making eye contact with him.

he can practically read all of the emotions you hold in your eyes after all these years together.

"won't you tell me, sweetheart? are you angry?"

he encourages, thumb running over your knuckles.

"yes, I’m angry- is that what you want to know?"

"about what?"

you sigh, a little embarrassed now.

"you love me, right?"

you notice the confusion and surprise on your husband's face, he starts nodding the moment the question leaves your mouth.

"of course, I love you.. with every part of my being.." he whispers, leaning in closer.

"then why did I see a video of you not wearing your ring?" you confront, facial expression hardening. 

"what are you talking about?"

you grab your phone off the nightstand, showing him the evidence that had you spiraling for the past hour or two.

"bonnie.." he begins, a chuckle leaving his lips.

you almost lash out at him when he laughs. was your sadness funny to him?

"come 'ere.." he urges, patting his lap. you eye him for a moment, but don’t fight back when he pulls you onto his lap.

"listen to me, ye?"

you nod, waiting to hear his explanation.

"remember when we talked about our wedding rings last month?"

you nod, tilting your head in confusion.

"and don't you remember me telling you I had to get mine cleaned?" he asks, thumb making soft and soothing circles on your knee.

you freeze, heat from embarrassment creeping up on your face. you groan, covering your face with your hands, moving your head away.

"hey, look at me, ye?" he says, trying to pry your hands away from your face.

"there's my love's precious face.." he coos, grinning softly at your cute behavior.

he raises his hand, showing off the wedding band that is clearly on his finger.

"you know, I wear it all the time except for training and during matches. if I was allowed to wear it I would..” he reminds you, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly.

"I wear mine constantly, just like you do. it's as important to me, as it is to you. you got that?" he asks, running his hand down your back.

you hum, feeling silly and stupid for fretting over something so easily explained away.

"I'm sorry, kind of stupid of me to assume.." you trail off, looking into his brown eyes.

"it's alright, I understand the confusion, but please just ask me about something that’s bothering you, before you start to ignore me?"

you nod, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"I will, I'll ask you before assuming.."

he chuckles, pressing a kiss on your head. the sound makes his chest rumble, in turn, you feel the vibrations on your cheek.

your husband would do anything to please his partner. so, don't you be surprised the next time he comes home with a tattoo on his ring finger.

yes, the needle pressing against the bone of his knuckle hurt like a bitch. but, if it meant he could ease your mind and wear a symbol of his love for you 24/7. he would do it without hesitation.

[seungmoonandstars]

𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

Kim Seungmin/female reader → Kim Seungmin/Hwang Hyunjin

wc: 3.9k

synopsis: someone is cheating // pt 3

pt 1 // pt 2

rating: angst/fluff/explicit ಇ ꩜

⤜ · · ♡ · · →

This is not the first time getting into bed with Seungmin before sunset—to sleep, at least. You changed the bedding while he showered, and now he’s wrapped up in the top sheet, shorts on, but chest bare and out for you to see. You turned the air up, and the room is much cooler than it should be, so you can see the little goosebumps pricking up all over his arms...making his hair stand on edge.

“Do you want another blanket?”

He nods slowly, sleepily, and you crawl to the end of the bed and pull one out of the chest. The burn of his eyes on you makes you shiver a little, and you hope the entire time that he’ll get up and reach for you. But he doesn’t. He’s comfortable on his pillow when you return and pull it up to his shoulders. Youou were right about his eyes being on you.

“Thank you.” He whispers it and pouts, and you remember now that you haven’t kissed him on the lips at all.

Not once since he returned last night. You don’t even know if you should, or if you can. What if you do, and he doesn’t want it? Nothing about your conversation today has made kissing him seem out of the question, but still, it’s hard. The chest kiss was you on auto-pilot, and thinking back to it makes your stomach swirl.

“Minnie?”

You are still sharing the same bed, after all. How much could he hate your kiss?

Colors pop up in his vision as he squeezes his eyes, and then he opens them to you. The look you give him isn’t the warm one you usually have one, but it’s not cold. It’s somewhere in the middle; it’s unsure and sad, and he’s given it to you so many times in the past. Seungmin pulls the blanket up even further, and folds his arms around it before speaking…“Lay down, get some sleep”

You do, and you’re relieved that he stays put when you scoot a little closer.

“Seungmin?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Uhm…nothing, nothing. Goodnight, love.”

He’s silent. He closes his eyes, and he’s asleep.

· · ♡ · ·

You can almost hear him before you open your eyes. His stare is so intense, and you feel whatever thoughts he has radiating out of him.

“Seungmin? You okay?”

He looks away for a moment, and then back, and he swallows hard before he starts to speak. “You said you didn’t sleep with him…you said that last night.”

The memory of last night makes your head ache; Seungmin’s tone, his face, as he grabbed you so softly, even though you don’t think he wanted to be so gentle. The look in his eyes when he thought about you fucking someone other than him. Lying to him is not an option, but last night was…intense, and a little bit scary. You don’t immediatly answer his non question; instead you sit up and push the covers away from you, because you suddenly feel very warm. You feel like you might throw up.

“Was that the truth?”

Seungmin has been avoiding straight answers all day, answering your questions with his own. Pulling that on him this time won’t work. Too much silence won’t work either, because you can sense his patience dwindling with each quiet moment that passes.

“Once”

That single word is the most difficult one you’ve ever had to say to him, and it doesn’t even come out right. It gets caught in your throat, along with any hope of a deep breath. But Seungmin says nothing, and he doesn’t move, and it scares you even more. You don’t even have the courage to look at him.

“Once.” He repeats it, but he’s not questioning you.

“I was scared last night. I didn’t know what to do, or say in the moment. I don’t want to lie…again.” You stop and wait, and you still don’t look at him, but he says nothing. You can’t even hear him breathing. “Say something…scream at me, I don’t care. Please say something.”

The bed shifts as he gets out from under the covers, walks to the dresser to throw on a clean shirt and sweatpants. You watch him from the corner of your eye, trying to figure out what he’s feeling, and what he’s thinking, but he gives you nothing.

“Are you leaving?”

No answer. He closes the door gently behind him, and you struggle with the urge to run for him. What’s the point? You can’t keep delaying the inevitable, because it’s getting harder and harder with each new word you speak to him. If he’s going to go, he needs to go now. But there’s no sound of him opening and closing the front door

He’s sitting in the dark at the coffee table, head in his arms, phone a few inches from his face. The glow of the screen is the only light you can see, so you click on one of the kitchen lights. Maybe he came out here to get away from you. If that’s the case, you respect his space, and you head to the kitchen to make him something to eat.

Eventually, he looks up, and eventually, you catch him staring as you walk from one end of the kitchen to the other. He doesn’t look angry, and he doesn’t look upset—the empty look on his face is worse.

“Are you hungry?”

He snaps out of it and lifts his head to nod. Seungmin is usually hungry, and he’s always a good eater, so cooking for him, and doting on him became your way of showing affection after the first few months together. It still is, and he knows that’s why you’re in there right now. Sometimes it feels like it replaces everything else, but it's been that way for a while. Seungmin hasn’t been as affectionate as you might need, especially lately, but you never complain. He wishes you would have complained. Even more, he wishes he wouldn't have been so oblivious to everything.

You don’t notice him getting to his feet and walking toward you—not until he’s right next to you, and even then, you stare pointedly at the broth simmering until a soft hey reaches your ears.

“Hi, it’s almost ready”

“I’m sorry”

“You’re sorry…what are you sorry for?”

“I was reading your email again. I read it a few times.”

You jump when he reaches for and touches your cheek.

“You didn’t do—“

He kisses you. Seungmin pulls you closer and places a kiss on your temple.

“You didn’t do anything wrong”

And then he does it again. “I didn’t help. When I come home, I don’t treat you the way that you deserve. I fall asleep and I wake up and I leave again.”

“I’m not gonna pretend you hold any of the blame for this, so stop it”

“Why can’t we both be guilty?”

“Because you didn’t go behind my back and sleep with someone else. You didn’t cheat on me, Seungmin. Physically…emotionally. I did it, and it’s there forever.”

“But do you want to go back and change things?”

“It had barely even happened yet and I wanted to run away. I wanted to run home and call you, tell you everything, beg for your forgiveness. But I didn’t.”

“When was it?”

“A month ago, maybe a little more. I did call you the next morning, because I slept through all your messages. You must have been working, though.”

“You were with him yesterday, before I got here”

“No, I was home all day. I don’t know why he messaged me when he did. I haven’t seen him in weeks, and I only saw him once after, because I told him I was done. I think he messaged the wrong person.”

Seungmin stares at the simmering broth as he thinks, then turns off the burner.

“I can show you the messages when I turn the new phone on. I will. You can read everything.”

“So…bad timing”

“Maybe good timing, if it got us here. I hate not telling you everything that’s going on in my head.”

“Should I be doing that more often?”

You grab his shirt and pull him close again, “yes, all the time,” and bring him back down for a kiss, finally, on his lips. But it’s light, and it’s hesitant, for both of you. It feels like it’s been months, and you don’t know how you could stand to kiss anyone else.

· · ♡ · ·

Seungmin wakes early the next morning. He looks at you, still sound asleep, curled up tight under the blankets, and the familiar ache in his stomach returns—the one he gets every time he has to leave you. The one he’s never actually told you about. But he’s going to get up quietly, and he’s going to pack up his things and leave without making a sound. He’ll text you later, after he leaves you waiting for a few hours, but right now he needs out of here.

The only problem with the dorm is he still won’t be alone. He deals with it, though. Jeongin forces him out to lunch, but he’s unsuccessful at figuring out what specifically is eating away at Seungmin. He has to know it has something to do with you, though, because otherwise, he wouldn't be here. Even after a few early drinks and video games, nothing comes out. He tries his best to seem okay, and the distraction of the dorm helps more than he thought it would.

By the time 8pm rolls around…then 9, then midnight, he’s surprised you haven’t sent him a single message. He worries, because that’s what he does, and then he starts to type out a text.

I think being away for a while will be good for us

The two of you are always apart, though. Why would he say that? Seungmin backspaces and starts again.

If you’re still awake, goodnight, if you’re sleeping…good morning

It’s a little more blunt than he intends, but he sends it anyway, and the read notification appears as soon as it’s delivered. Seungmin waits a few moments for you to start typing…but you don’t.

“You heading to bed?”

He turns and sees Felix peeking around the corner, a little apprehensive. Seungmin hasn’t done well at masking his sadness since he’s been here.

“Yeah, I think so”

And as soon as Felix disappears again, he goes to the kitchen and grabs two bottles of soju, and the last bottle of beer. Still, as he drinks and writes in his journal, he waits for a reply. He could just text you again, and part of him actually wants to, but he’ll force himself to wait until morning, at least.

But a few minutes later, a text does come through. It’s not from you, and it’s not from any of his dorm mates—it’s Hyunjin.

“Seungminnie!! Are you sleeping yet? I miss you! I haven’t seen you since we got back”

Hyunjin doesn’t know about Seungmin’s troubles, but if he did, he’d be very concerned. Maybe he is the one to go to; to talk to, confide in, get some advice. Any of his hyungs would be willing to help, but Hyunjin probably owes Seungmin a few hours worth of listening anyway. And he’s always a comfort.

“I’m still up… a little drunk”

“Come over!”

· · ♡ · ·

Seungmin is a little surprised at himself, getting up and getting back into sweatpants to walk down the long hallway. Hyunjin begged when he initially said no, though, and Seungmin is too nice to just ignore him.

Everyone else must be asleep, because Hyunjin answers after a few soft knocks. First he peeks, just to be sure it’s Seungmin, and then he smiles as he slowly opens the door.

“We have beer, if you’re not still too drunk!” He pulls him in and walks to the kitchen, “oh, that is Chan's…we won’t touch that,” he points to an apple soju tucked away in the back.

“Okay, maybe just one beer”

“You seem tired. Well, drunk I guess. You’ve been quiet, how are things with your girl? I haven’t seen her in some time.”

Because you rarely get out to see any of them. You do go out with friends on occasion, at least that he knows of, but generally, you stay hidden away. The thought makes Seungmin pout, and again he fights the urge to text you.

“What’s that face for? Is something going on…are you two having trouble?”

Seungmin shrugs.

“How can you have trouble when you’re hardly together?”

“That’s the trouble”

Hyunjin ooohs and brings his hands down on Seungmin’s shoulders. And he squeezes. “Yes, it’s hard to maintain and keep balance when you can rarely see each other. Texts and phone calls only do so much.”

“She cheated on me”

His hands drop and his eyes grow, “cheated? Oh Seungie, I’m sorry. You guys broke up?”

“Uh, not officially”

“But you’re going to, I assume. That seems unforgivable.”

It is. It should be. You said yourself that you don’t deserve his forgiveness; that you don’t deserve him. Seungmin doesn’t see it that way, though. At least not completely.

“I feel guilty, too. I haven’t been there for her recently, not in any way.”

Hyunjin reaches again, this time grabbing Seungmin biceps and squeezing, “you do your best, I know you do. Relationships are hard, especially for us. But you’re hurting, and I don’t like that. If she did it once, she—“

“I know, I know”

He can’t imagine you doing it again, though. It could be the email, and the letter. Maybe it’s just how defeated you’ve been, and how willing you are to tell him everything—he never asked to see the messages the two of you shared, but he can read them if he wants, apparently. He doesn’t think he wants to do that, though, because he’s afraid it will just make things hurt even more.

“You deserve better than that, Min.” Hyunjin turns and heads toward his bedroom, and Seungmin follows. “You deserve to be taken care of.”

“She does take care of me, and I know she loves me”

“Seungmin…”

“Yeah?”

“Sit, let me help”

His voice is soft, but a little demanding, and Seungmin listens without protest.

“I don’t want you to forgive so easily and get hurt again”

“I’ll be okay. And I haven’t figured it out yet, anyway. I’m giving it some time.”

“Can I ask a silly question, Minnie?” Hyunjins sits and sets his hand on Seungmin’s shoulder. He squeezes, pushes his thumbs into the tight muscles.

Seungmin groans and takes a long drink of his beer, making sure he doesn’t sober up too much yet. He should’ve grabbed two. “Yeah, you can.”

“Have you…well, I know you haven’t cheated, but have you thought about it? I mean…thought about anyone else in that way? Romantically, sexually.”

If Hyunjin is trying to make it easier for him to break things off with you, that wasn’t the best question to ask. Now he thinks back to a few times he did have more than romantic thoughts about someone other than you. Men and women both. He has never acted on any of them, but he did get hard from his fantasies on several occasions, and he came spectacularly without your face in his mind. One of those times, it was the man almost sitting in his lap right now.

Seungmin feels for his phone in his pocket and pulls it out, but Hyunjin grabs for it, sets it aside, “down,” and he gently coaxes him onto stomach.

“Jin-“

“Hush, Minnie…you’re always around to help me when I need it. You always listen, you’re always so patient.”

“I try”

“I owe you”

“Do you? You’re listening to me right now…”

“Please, just a few minutes. I bet you haven’t done this in a while.”

It’s true. It feels like he hasn’t properly relaxed in a very long time, and he certainly hasn’t had time to get a massage, to sit in the sauna and clear his mind. Work has been constant, and when he isn’t working, he’s trying to sleep, he’s practicing, writing…wondering how you are. Seungmin tenses at the first real touch against his back muscles, then eases up, and sighs. “Careful, I’m ticklish”

“Oh, I know”

His hands move down slowly...roughly. He doesn’t hold back when he feels a knot on one side. Seungmin doesn’t mind the pain, only hisses and breathes through it.

“I wish I could figure this out. I know what I want to do, but at the same time I’m worried I’m going about this all wrong.”

“You’re a smart boy, you’ll probably figure things out just talking about it. This is what you need.” Hyunjin’s touch softens, and he traces back up Seungmin’s spine with his fingers, over his neck and into his hair.

Seungmin sighs again, and the sound that escapes him is a little embarrassing.

“You didn’t answer my question yet”

Hyunjin lightens up when Seungmin starts to turn onto his back, but he lets a hand run across him as he shifts down—lets his finger graze over what little bit of ass he can get to through his sweatpants. Seungmin stares awkwardly for a moment—knees up, legs open—but Hyunjin looks at him like he’s been missing him and waiting for him for weeks. Months. He’s looking at him the way you look at him.

“In my mind, yeah, I guess I’ve cheated. I’ve thought about other people, and…gotten off to them, and the fantasies.”

“Gotten off?” He smirks and licks his lips, “who do you think about, Seungmin?”

His face warms, and probably turns pink. Luckily it’s a little dark in the room. There is no way he’s going to admit to Hyunjin that he once came very, very hard watching a video of the two of them together. But the way he’s being looked at right now—studied, undressed, maybe—it’s overwhelming, thinking of you, and thinking of him. Seungmin doesn’t know whether to get up and stop this, or lean in and move things along. He shakes his head and tries not to pull back when Hyunjin grabs his hand. He doesn’t want to pull back. He keeps still and lets him touch, and massage.

Then he raises Seungmin’s knuckles to his lips, “you can stop me,” kisses across his palm and down his wrist. But he isn’t stopped, even when he pulls closer, and lips meet lips. It’s calm and it’s anxious all at once, just figuring out exactly how the other moves, and it doesn’t take long get the hang of it. They disconnect and Seungmin falls backward, and he feels wet lips press hard against his bare stomach. He decides he’s not going to stop him, but his heart is pounding, and the guilt rises up in him again when he looks down and sees a mess of dark hair spread across his torso. But he won’t stop him.

“Hyunjin?” Seungmin sighs and runs a hand across his shoulder. His cock is throbbing and pulling all the blood from his brain, and he can feel nothing but want right now. “Hyunjin.”

“Hmm…what is it, Min?” He slows down, “should I stop?”

“No, no don’t stop”

He watches as his sweats are pulled down, painfully slow, and just before Seungmin is finally free, Hyunjin peeks up at him and presses a finger to his lips.

He nods in understanding. Of course he’ll be silent, because being found together like this would make things much worse than just awkward. But as soon as the warmth of his mouth hits, Seungmin forgets everything bad that could happen, and everything bad that has happened. He sinks into the bed and feels his body melt away. And he’s drunk; he’s definitely still drunk, and he can’t believe how hard he is, considering the amount he’s had tonight. But his mind wanders—the up and down of Hyunjins mouth, the squeeze of hands on thighs and hips, it’s perfect and he’d be fine with this lasting for hours, but his mind still bounces back and forth between this, and you—your face, your voice, your mouth. And then it’s Hyunjin again, making you feel so good after so much sadness.

“Is it good, Minnie?”

Seungmin moans, and it’s so much louder than he intends, but Hyunjin only giggles as his tongue slides up and over his cock, and he’s swallowed again. Hips buck up, needing more, and Hyunjin takes every inch. Seungmin is still surprised by how hungry Hyunjin has been for this. He knows exactly what he’s doing, because he’s been waiting, and wanting.

“So good…please, I need to come”

“Mm not yet, no”

“Please”

“I need you a little bit longer”

The bed shakes a little as Hyunjin relaxes on his stomach, and Seungmin doesn’t have to look to see what’s going on—he can feel the steady strokes, and the slow, lazy kisses moving up his length, and then back down. The licks, savoring every inch of him. He‘ll have to plead more if he wants to come, and he will. A fistful of hair and a tug makes him giggle again.

“Please, please let me come, I need it so bad”

“I know, sweet Minnie, you’re so cute when you beg”

Another moan as he swallowed again, and this time Hyunjin means it. He’s good at it. The tight squeeze of his throat sets off sparks in his head, and he can’t hold on. It builds in him, and it’s been so long since he’s been here, and came like this, even with you. But he pushes the thought away for now, because his brain feels like it’s shutting down, and all the matters is this, right now; the lips wrapped around his cock, and the heat pulsing through every part of him, making him shake as he empties himself, and it takes so much to not scream, so he bites down hard on his own hand to keep this in the room.

Now it’s so quiet, it’s scary. Hands still caress his thighs, and Hyunjin’s mouth is still there, licking up anything he may have missed. Seungmin feels so sensitive, but it’s good…the soft, careful touch of his tongue. After a few moments, he finally finds the energy to prop himself up and look down.

“Lucky girl,” Hyunjin smiles and gently pulls at his sweatpants until Seungmin is covered again. “I hope she does that for you whenever you want.”

You do, and as the feeling slowly returns to the rest of his body, and his mind catches up, he sees your face as you kneel for him, or as you sneak under the covers to finish waking him up.

“What are you thinking about, puppy?” Hyunjin’s head rests comfortably on Seungmin’s hip, “hmm? I see big thoughts moving around up there.”

He sees right, and he feels guilty needing you after what he just did. But maybe he should feel like this, because that’s what you felt, getting yourself into the mess you made and trying to run away at the last minute. But Seungmin didn’t run, and he’s perfectly comfortable right now, and the strangest part is how easy, and how fast it was.

“Thinking about her?”

Seungmin looks down, “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay”

[nsftventurelovebot]

A/N: Can't believe I stayed up all night writing Venture smut again but here we are 🫠 Maybe if Blizz didn't make such an attractive they/them I could be functioning like a normal person. Now my life is ruined and it's all because of VENTURE OVERWATCH

Premise: You ever been teased so bad you had to take matters into your own hands? Because wow they really did that. Fem!Reader heheheheheheh

Warnings: None! Pure smut!

"You look great, by the way."

A lust filled smile widens on your face from their compliment.

You throw your head back into the mattress as Sloan's hands sneak their way under the fabric of your low cut dress. Soft, heated breaths escape as they begin to grab at your breasts.

"You look even better like this."

Their fingers gently pinch the sensitive flesh of one of your nipples before their head leans down to graze the tip of it with their tongue. You whimper from the growing pleasure before they take more of you into their mouth. A few more swirls of their tongue and a delicate bite has the heat growing between your legs.

They pull away, leaving a saliva trail connecting the two of you. "You're so sensitive. I love it." They can't help but admire your flushed figure.

You pout... you didn't want them to stop now.

"Keep going!" You beg, but they chuckle and stand up instead.

"Not yet. We can't have you finishing before our date even begins. Where's the fun in that?"

"I can come multiple times!" You argue, extending your legs towards their waist.

"I know you can! Who do you think lets you?"

You bite your tongue and swallow your brattiness before it gets you in trouble.

Without further distraction Sloan grabs something out of your view before pulling down the fabric of your panties to expose your wet heat. Your hips lift up for their touch and for a moment they play along and use a finger to gently stroke your delicate pulsing core. This earns them a blissful whine and they twirl their finger a few more times before stopping.

"No! Please..." You genuinely feel a sadness wash over you as you're left repeatedly disappointed.

"Needy tonight, aren't we?" They tease.

"You love it when I'm needy. So why won't you give me what I want?" You frown.

"Believe me mi muñeca, I would love to, but we both agreed on this."

They have a stronger will than you thought.

"Now be good for me."

You can hear a soft buzzing sound come to life as they reach down to place a small vibrator between your folds. Immediately your nerves ignite as they press down the cool silicone toy down against your heat to tease you. A loud moan leaves your mouth as your hips arch upwards once again, and they adjust your panties to help keep it in place.

"Now. We don't want to be late for the movie, right?" They offer you a hand to help you stand up.

You weakly reach out to take it and they help you to your feet. Almost instantly you collapse into them as a vermillion blush paints your face. They catch you effortlessly and place an arm around your waist to hold you steadily in place.

"Sorry! Let me turn down the intensity–"

You clasp at their back with your nails. "Wait– not yet–" You whisper to them between heavy breaths.

"We just talked about this!" They started to genuinely feel bad from your begging.

You feel the vibrating between your legs decrease and once more you whimper as your climax is devastatingly taken from you all too soon. It takes you a moment to center yourself before you can stand on your own two feet again.

...

Sloan's arm is wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you from collapsing again. Out of embarrassment you can't look anyone in the eye, and you keep your gaze downwards to avoid looking anyone in the face. The only thing that keeps your full attention is the droplets of soda on the bottom of the flimsy lid on the movie theatre drink you carry– that, and the soft buzzing pressed firmly against the most sensitive part of you.

At least your beloved was kind enough to carry the popcorn and your bag.

The theatre itself is already completely dark and for that you were thankful. You knew the blush on your face would draw views from all over if you even dare look up for a minute– even in a dark cinema your near wine red blush was all too seeable. It takes all of your strength to weave in and out through the empty rows of chairs before you set your drink in the sticky cup holder of your chair.

Now all you have to do is sit down. Right. Sit down...

"We're in the back, right?" You peak over at Sloan with concern.

"Please! I'm not that mean. We're also all the way in the corner and there's like five other people here."

They've already sat down. They're waiting on you.

You don't even have to look at them to know they're doing their dumb ass grin.

"Are your shoes really that interesting?" They tease.

You flash the angriest face you can make at them. They choke on their soda with laughter.

"Real funny." You scowl.

There's no reason to prolong your suffering and you finally sit down. The soft buzzing is forced closer to your core and you let out the quietest sigh you could make.

"You can sit back, you know."

You didn't even realize you're almost completely hunched forward. When you adjust your posture it's nearly pin straight. You just know they're getting a kick out of this. Sweat begins to bead on your forehead as you slouch your shoulders in an attempt to look somewhat normal.

"Popcorn?" They offer you the bucket.

"No comment."

"More for me!"

Of course.

They place a hand a little too high on your leg and squeeze your skin as a way of silently saying they're proud of you. You close your eyes and lean against their shoulder for extra support.

You're both engulfed in full darkness as the movie starts– and it starts out well enough. There's a couple on screen talking about taking a vacation to some ominous place they're not supposed to go because... it's a horror movie. You're not supposed to go anywhere in a horror movie. Everyone knows that– except the main characters, otherwise this movie wouldn't have been made. Then you wouldn't even be on this date in the first place, and you would've finished three times and snuggled to sleep with your beloved by now. That sure sounds nice.

Yeah... have your thoughts always been this jumbled?

The lighting turns a dark pinkish red. You can hear the obviously fake moans coming from the female lead. Of course they were already having sex– how else are they going to earn back all their money?

Since your eyes were closed you couldn't see Sloan pulling out their phone.

The vibrator between your legs goes from a pleasant buzzing to pure climax worthy stimulation. The unexpected change in pace causes you to squeeze your legs shut but it only makes your situation even more difficult. If you could bite your lip any harder then surely it would be bleeding. Your legs are now softly shaking from the unforgiving sensation pressed against your throbbing core.

You desperately clutch the fabric of your dress in one hand and Sloan happily holds on to your other one. They rub the back of your knuckles with their thumb in a comforting way, and it's the only thing keeping you grounded right now.

The sounds of fake love making does not relent. How long is this scene, anyway?

"You trying to take a nap?" Your beloved whispers to you in that same teasing voice.

Your eyes barely open and you're met with an exceptionally lewd presentation on screen. It's incredibly cheesy but that doesn't stop the heat from rushing through your entire body.

"Good girl." They lovingly encourage you to keep taking everything as long as you possibly could.

The sound of their praise causes you to smile in pleasure.

"I'm coming!" The female lead shouts.

God, you wish you were, too.

Then it's over– and so is the unwavering onslaught of extreme delight. You can feel yourself relax again as the toy is reduced to a delicate buzzing once again. Your head hits the back of the chair in a wave of relief and it causes your beloved to stifle an oncoming laugh.

"It's not funny!" You pout, keeping your voice as low as possible.

"It kind of is..." They reply. "Only a little bit, though..."

At least they're honest– but fine. If it was a game they wanted to play, then you'd happily be their player two.

In an attempt to feign being uncomfortable you adjust the top of your low cut dress and pull it down to where almost everything was visible. Your free hand rests inside the fabric atop the flushed and warm skin of your breasts. It catches their attention immediately.

Perfect.

While you knew you would have no where near the control they have over you, making them blush was a good start. You move your hand from out of your dress and make a peace sign over your now open mouth. Then, you let the built up saliva in your mouth drip off of your tongue for extra effect.

"Is that a threat?" They ask. You can hear the interest building in their voice.

"No." You smirk. "It's a promise."

You bring the hand they're using to hold yours up to your face and they instantly move to cup it, then you open your mouth to envelope their thumb. Your tongue gently swirls around their finger and you suckle softly before they remove it and smear your spit across your lips.

"Hm. I think I can almost taste myself."

"Alright! I get it..." You can hear them getting flustered from your extra attention.

"No, Sloan Cameron. I don't think you do."

Their squirming is absolutely delicious to you.

You take their hand from your face and slowly guide it down your neck and chest before it cups one of your breasts. Instantly you can feel them grab on and a soft moan leaves your throat.

"Bet you wish that was in your mouth right now, huh? I'm sure it would keep it shut for once." A devilish grin creeps onto your face.

"That's not funny!"

But they were grinning... you also couldn't help but laugh knowing they're the one who's saying it now.

"Oh, but it is! Only a little bit, though..." You scan the crowd for a millisecond to make sure no one can see what you're about to do.

You're alone. Except for the couple on the opposite side of the theatre doing the exact same thing.

Perfect.

With zero hesitance you throw yourself on to their lap and wrap your arms around their neck. Then, you clasp their chin and tilt it upwards so they're looking directly at you. You begin placing feverish kisses anywhere you could reach before placing the last one directly to their lips. The only reason you pull away is to pull your arms out of the sleeves of your low cut dress and expose the entirety of your chest to them.

They open their mouth to say something but you cut them off with an open mouth kiss, and you can feel a hand sneak around to hold by the small of your back. This continues between the two of you for several moments until you feel the soft buzzing between your legs turn up to its highest setting once again, causing you to pull away and look down on them with lust filled eyes.

"That's funny. You have to let a toy do your job for you." You tease, your words dripping with desire.

Apparently that struck a nerve, because the sensation instantly stopped.

"Like hell I will–!"

Their phone becomes discarded on the seat next to them, and their now free hand instantly dives between your legs to replace the toy with their fingers. Your slick surrounds the dryness of their skin and you feel them make tight circles against your pulsating heat in a hurried attempt to send you over the edge.

Finally. Fucking finally!

You desperately grasp at their shirt as you start placing harsh kisses to their lips once more. With every stroke of your sensitive nerves you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of climaxing. Your senses hone in on pure, unbridled ecstasy– you're close.

You've been close for nearly two hours.

No. More.

Your back arches, your lips disconnect from theirs as throw your head back, your eyes are rolling back into your skull. You are so, so close.

"Please–" You beg. All confidence and sass has left your bliss ridden body.

No more edging.

No more waiting.

Then, stars.

You gently place your forehead against theirs. Tears are streaming down your sweaty, ruby colored face. You had never came so hard in your entire life.

"Oh– fuck–"

There are no words in any language on planet earth that could describe the relief you felt after that. You take deep breaths as you slowly come back to reality.

The credits roll.

You can feel Sloan start helping you fix your dress before you sit back down in your chair.

"Cool movie!" You glance over at your beloved.

Their eyes are wide and they're sunken into their seat– but the grin is there.

"Yeah. Yeah–" They sound like a broken record.

"Get it bro!" You can hear a masculine voice call from the other side of the theatre.

You smile at a job well done.

...

You lock arms as you leave but the ceiling lights nearly blind you, and you glance over at your beloved to spare your vision before your hand clamps over your mouth.

Your lipstick is plastered across their entire face... but they wear it with pride. You can only imagine how your own face must look.

"Hope you enjoyed the mo–" The worker taking tickets is speechless for a moment. "–movie!" They caught themself at the very last moment.

"We did! Thanks!" Sloan replies to them before the two of you make your way back to the car.

"I'm never washing this off by the way." They grin. "Oh! And you should definitely top more often. That was hot!"

Noted.

"Or, I guess I could edge you for two whole hours again." They joke.

You glance at them with the least amused face known to man.

They continue to grin.

"Maybe you should try it to see how it feels." You suggest.

"Only if you agree to top me again."

You genuinely think about it for a moment. Perhaps revenge would be easier than you thought.

"Alright."

"REALLY?!" They sound a little too enthusiastic.

"Just for you."

You can almost feel the devil on your shoulder laughing in delight.

[takaraphoenix]

Sometimes you see a post with a take so bad, you instantly hit "block" on the OP without needing to know any more about them.

And sometimes you see a post with a take so bad, you instantly hit "block" on the OP and then go back and scroll through the notes to also block the loudest, most atrocious people agreeing with the post.

[timeisacephalopod]

The type of Christian who asks atheists how they don't like, murder people on the reg are so funny to me because they seem to think their religion makes them the Peak of Morality when statements like "if you don't believe in God how comes you don't do X thing" all but outright state they have no idea why shit like murder and rape is bad except that God doesn't like it lmao. Like way to admit you have no intrinsic sense of morality and need to be afraid of a higher power to be a decent person, but I promise if you're not a piece of shit it's actually very natural not to want to do heinous evil shit all the time potential punishment from a higher power or not 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

[lemongrablothbrok]

Eeee! Lookee what I just got in the mail today from my baby brother!

[frozenambiguity]

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Just found out my two siblings are in my mom's will, but not me. Also my grandpa has told the entire family about his engagement. Except for me. Also my dad told my siblings that he and my mom bought a plot of land. Can you guess who they haven't told?

[mieltelecheycrema]

the urge to talk about my ocs constantly is immense so i will

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru x darling

TW: NSFW, noncon, fantasy au

gn reader

Thinking about hunter Gojo and the pretty little nymph that gets themselves snared in one of his traps.

You can’t get your poor leg loose, having twisted your ankle in your fall to the ground – something’s wrong with your wing too, you can feel it – the thin network’s been folded, almost broken – so even if you did manage getting loose, you wouldn’t be able to fly away.

Branches snap around you along the crunch of old leaves – and your heart’s beating out of your chest in fear of it – knowing something large and dangerous is not far behind, that whoever set the trap is not something that wishes you well.

“You’re not a rabbit.” The man says, having crept in close before you’d even heard him approach – crouching in front of you with a hunter's grace. Hawk-eyes ice-blue and piercing, hair as white as pure snow.

He’s got three daggers sleaved in his belt – a fillet knife, a gutting knife, and a larger one you imagine is meant to slice throats. He doesn’t carry a sword like most men but has a bow and sack of arrows slung on his back. Otherwise, dressed lightly – brown leather boots, brown slacks, and a blue cotton shirt. You could have mistaken him for a woodland elf if it weren’t for the thick stench of man.

“Eating creatures from the holy forest is forbidden.” You snip, despite your wide eyes and the wobble of fear evident on your lip.

He only smiles at the quip, a grin like a predator humored by prey. “You wouldn’t tell a wolf not to hunt.”

He stalks you, leaning in closer, and you try shuffling away – but the movement only makes you wince.

“I’m just another hungry animal…”

Rope gnaws into your fine skin while his breath puffs hot and dewy on your face.

“And tonight… seems lady luck has favored me once again.”

He gags you and ties you further up before redoing his snare for the next unlucky creature – then carries you over his shoulder until he’s dropping you down on a bed of furs.

Your skin flushes with goosebumps at the thought of being skinned the same way – mouthing a little prayer around the cloth he’s split your teeth and lips with. He’s cut trees down as well; you hear their pitiful screams when he lights a fire with their bodies. You mourn them, too.

At his full height, the man must be two heads taller than any male nymph you’ve ever seen and at least three heads taller than you. You hope you’re enough to satisfy him tonight, to spare the forest of further bloodshed.

You shiver and sniffle when he starts prepping you – removing your clothes and groping your tender, fleshy places with a strength you’re not used to – hands large and crass – kneading you like dough – probably to assess the quality of your meat. He has a smile on his face while at it. 

Humans make you sick – to think he’s planning on roasting then eating you despite the soul fueling your spirit and the beating heart in your chest. But you’ve long known that all death but their own matters little to them – they don’t feel the same way nymphs do – they don’t regard life with the same respect they’ve donned themselves. It must be a sad and lonely existence, you think. It even makes you feel a little sorry for him.

You yelp when his gritty fingers brush the area between your legs – shimmying when he lowers his mouth down to the same place. Oh God – does he plan on eating you raw? While your body’s still hot and pumping blood?

But the bite never comes – not yet eating but tasting it would seem – licking and slurping and sucking on you.

He takes his shirt off. Probably to avoid spilling on it, you think.

You don’t really understand what’s going on until he’s got his fat manhood pointed toward your kernel-sized hole. Eyes wide as he splits you apart slowly and unabashedly – as though it isn't as deviant as a dog mating a cat – sinking in inch after meaty inch.

You whimper at the stretch – wincing when the plush mushroom-shaped head grinds against that special place inside you. 

It doesn’t fit more than halfway, but that doesn’t seem to bother him – rolling his head back with a rusty groan, even with just the tip gaining purchase within you – pounding into you like a beast in his rut.

“What's the matter, pretty nymph? Did you think I was gonna eat you?” He laughs, bearing over you – his hands steadying your hips to meet his sharp thrust – each hit deeper than the last. “I’m the only hunter in this forest; I can eat what I want when I want – but eating you?” He scoffed and snickered. “That would just be a waste.”

The blood on his breath makes you wrinkle your nose – squeezing your eyes shut as his tongue sweeps up the tear streaks on your cheek.

“My stomach’s already full. Time to empty my balls.”

[angelltheninth]

cock warming jjk men 🫢

One of my favorite things to write.

Pairing: Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, gentle sex, cuddlefucking, kissing, domestic fluff, teasing

A/N: I was gonna say one of my favorite things to do but no, I've never done that.

YUUJI

Bites his lower lip to avoid smiling more then he already is. He has a lot of stamina yes however some days he's a little bit too tired after everything. He could push through that and let the adrenaline take over but why would he when it's just as nice to feel you cuddling up to him and hooking your leg over his hip to get his cock in deeper. Could easily fall asleep like that, with your warm body around his, and your ever warmer pussy around his cock that'll keep him semi hard all night. He'll be more than ready for morning sex.

SUKUNA

Honestly it's not his favorite thing in the world because once his cock is inside you he has a hard time staying still. Unless it's part of his game but that's not what this is. The only way he can stay still enough is if he's already fucked you and gotten it out of his system. But just to keep you on your toes he will occasionally thrust upwards to hear your surprised mewls. Don't make too many of those sounds though, he might want to go again.

MEGUMI

Was all for this at first but as soon as you sunk down on his cock he found it hard not to move, a little bit but still. You can be on top of him, cuddle him, try to distract him from the feeling of your cunt around his cock but he won't have that happen. His hands push your ass up and down, sending shockwaves through your body as your clit brushes against his abs. Now who can't keep still?

GOJO

He needs to keep you still while you're on his cock, it was your idea and he was on board but seems to him like it was just an excuse to feel full. Now that you've said it he'll make you hold still no matter what. And since you're trying to hard to be bad he will make you suffer a little. Your legs are already open for him so it's easy enough to slide his fingers up and down your clit, get the nice squeezing motions going and get your pussy drooling all over his cock and balls.

NANAMI

Mostly happens when he's home from work. If he sees you cooking for him he will walk up behind you and start kissing your neck. While you relax against him his hands manage to move your underwear to the side. He won't move, you're still cooking and he wants to eat but at the same time he's too impatient to wait for after the meal. Now if you start to roll your hips back that's a different story all together.

GETO

Spooning you from behind is always fun for him, especially if you part your legs for him a little and let his cock slide in between them. There's that warmth he's been looking for, you know exactly what he needs and when. Now if only you could keep your hips still he might be able to get some rest. Unless you want him to push you against the bed and fuck your brains out until you can't move at all. Maybe that's the only way to get you to stay still.

TOJI

Good luck keeping him still for long enough to cockwarm him. You need to press down with all your strength and even then he'll be thrashing up, chuckling at your sad attempts to keep him pinned. Once he's had his fun with you and you're constantly fluttering around him he'll calm down a little bit. But at that point you've already had a few rounds of orgasms, you're too sensitive to complain.

[notmyneighbor]

Let Me in ~ Doppelgänger Francis Mosses/The Milkman x Female Reader

Chapter 3

Word Count ~ 2.5k

Rating ~ Explicit

CW ~ blood and gore, body horror, character death, minor violence, dubious consent, sexual content

Also available on AO3

Fanart used with permission @kaworinx on Instagram and TikTok

You sit on the side of the bed that had once belonged to Francis Mosses.

The comforter and top sheet have already been pulled down. You lean over to slide out of your low heeled pumps, tucking the pair of navy leather shoes neatly under the bed.

There’s a bible on the nightstand. A worn looking copy. Beside it a glass with a shallow amount of water resting in the bottom, the remnant of a late night attempt to quench thirst, perhaps.

The doppelgänger watches your movements. How methodical each action is. Slow and deliberate. You’re stalling.

He settles beside you and the mattress creaks as the springs are compressed. That odd sort of shimmer you’d noticed earlier outside the security booth outlines his frame for a brief moment. A surge of light and color as the skin ripples before settling. They still weren’t completely able to disguise what they were. All hope was not lost.

Your own fate, however, seems sealed. You lie down slowly, carefully. You feel as if you are laying yourself to rest in your own coffin. Turning your face ever so slightly to see if there is any trace of the man that had once slept here, some lingering scent or an indent from his face. Nothing but the fragrance of clean linen. The imposter moves as if to join you but you halt him, your fingers closing over his forearm. Your first time touching him and not the other way around. “Take your shoes off.”

The creature snickers, glancing down at the scuffed oxfords he’s wearing. Overdue for a shine. “What possible difference does that make?”

“It’s respectful. You never put your shoes where someone sleeps.”

“He won’t be sleeping here ever again.”

You inhale sharply, wincing. “Please just do it.” You can’t say why you’re so hung up on this. Only that it seems the right thing to do. A small thing in a sea of wrongs that you’re clinging to like a life preserver.

“Fine.” He acquiesces, bending to unlace them. There is no care in his actions. Just brisk, impatient pulls to undo the knotted ties. Then he is lying beside you. Your heads sharing the same pillow. Francis only used a single one, apparently. Preferring to slumber lying with his head and neck rather flat. You always used two fluffy pillows, minimum.

You can hear the sound of music starting to play, emanating from the resident’s apartment next door.

Mia Stone, perhaps. The blonde teacher who was Dr. Afton’s fiancée. You instantly recognize the musical artist crooning through the walls: Billie Holiday.

I say I'll move the mountains

And I'll move the mountains

If he wants them out of the way

You would have loved to play this record for Francis. You envision trying to dance in the cramped space of the living room, twirling around in his arms. “Did he really like my fragrance?” You know the creature could lie, of course. He’d say anything to manipulate you and get what he wanted. But you have to ask. Your heart won’t let you avoid the query.

The dark eyes of the pretender regard you. You detect no malice or dishonesty there. “Yes,” he says simply.

You close your eyes, sighing. “What else did he like about me?”

“Your smile, gifted once you were certain it was really him. The way you covered your mouth when you laugh, making some little relieved joke when you passed his identification and entry request back to him each day. The strands of hair that came loose around your face as the day wore on into late afternoon when he returned from his route. The—”

“—Stop. Please.” Tears well in your eyes. They didn’t sound like the kind of details the deceiver would create on his own. There was a note of truth to them. Genuine recollections. He truly was all that remained of Francis Mosses. A man that had been fond of you. You could have been with him, if only you’d been a little braver.

“You asked me to tell you.”

“I know. It’s just overwhelming.”

Like the wind that shakes the bough

He moves me with a smile

“Your kind is so fond of music. Your milkman was always humming. I don’t see the use for it.”

The your wrenches your heart. He wasn’t yours. Never would be. “It’s a way to expression emotions. When words alone aren’t enough.”

“Hmmm.” He reaches out and you flinch. “Why are you fighting this so hard? This is what you wanted.”

“I didn’t want Francis to die.” You pause, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “Why do you want this?”

”Curiosity. An experiment of sorts. There has never been a union between our kind. Not of this nature. A desire to know what it feels like. To see what might result.”

You shudder. An experiment. Using you like some kind of animal for breeding. A mere whim.

He reaches again and this time you force yourself to hold steady, your chin lifting with a short jerk of defiance. Your hair is his goal. Tucking it back behind one ear. Maybe something the milkman had wanted to do. There’s a sudden softness in the doppelgänger’s eyes. As if the human he’d once been was peeking through at you. You find yourself melting again, your defenses coming down.

I say I'll care forever

And I mean forever

He moves closer to you. Inching over across the white fitted sheet. A thumb strokes away one of the tears that has escaped its prison. He captures the other from the opposite cheek, bringing it to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the droplet. “Salt,” he says, recognizing the mineral.

He kisses you.

You’re not sure if it’s better to think of the man you had loved or not. Was it dishonoring his memory or was it a way to keep him present in some vague capacity? There’s no clumsiness this time. He knows the feel of your mouth. The way to shift against you. Tongue mapping past smooth cheeks and dragging along the carpet of muscle at the base of that maw. Maybe it was better to pretend this was Francis after all. You cup the back of his neck, fingers teasing the edges of his milk chocolate tresses. Curling slightly on the ends. It would be time for a trim soon. Would have been. The illusion you’ve created is crumbling again. Your lips falter, your hand dropping away.

Crazy he calls me

Sure, I'm crazy

Crazy in love am I

“Sweetheart,” the invader murmurs, tasting along your jaw, your neck. “I like the way you smell.” Speaking for himself, not Francis. You hear the sharp intake of air. The hand that had been casually laid across your shoulder slides down until it reaches your breast, gently kneading that globe through the layers of your bra and blouse. “Does this feel good?” His voice is octaves lower than you’d ever heard from the milkman. Slightly raspy and sultry, not unlike the singing voice that permeates through the wood and plaster behind the bed. You don’t dare answer, merely whimpering a little and he seems to take this as an affirmative response.

His hand leaves your breast and finds the top button of your shirt. Always sensible, pure white, part of the uniform standard the company requires. Another threaded plastic disc is pushed through the hole. He works his way down until all those that are exposed have surrendered, the remainder still tucked within your skirt. His fingers part the edges of the fabric encasing your torso, peeling them back to reveal the white satin brassiere beneath. He caresses you briefly through this slick material before tucking inside the cup until he brushes across your areola. Your nipple peaks beneath his ministrations as his lips move back to yours. He is surprisingly gentle, lightly pinching and rolling the aroused tissue. Your body betrays you, responding to the creature’s touch. You should be ashamed, disgusted. Instead you find yourself wanting more.

“Off,” he murmurs impatiently, plucking at your bra before his hand departs your chest. You struggle to sit up and he allows it, watching you pull your blouse free from your skirt and unfastening the cuffs before sliding it off your arms. With a swift gesture borne of long practice you easily pinch and release the hook and eye closures resting along the center of your spine, the cups immediately folding down over the underwire, the straps drooping over your shoulders.

The doppelgänger assists you now, sliding the brassiere off the rest of the way, exposing your chest to him. Your cheeks are pink, flushed like the nipples he’s toying with again, his head bending to suckle at one and a lick of flame sears your core. This is part of the invasive species’ learning process, you think. Taste as important as touch. His mouth moving not with the sole purpose of your pleasure in mind, but as a means to explore flavors and textures. Cataloguing. More of humanity’s secrets unveiled.

There is a song you don’t recognize playing next door now. Muffled voices. You’d had no idea the walls were so thin. Francis had never complained.

You’re shoved back down onto the pillow. His mouth wanders, back up to sample a collar bone, the hollow at the base of your throat, then dips in between your breasts and tastes the skin of your abdomen. You wonder if he can detect the floral soap you’d bathed with that morning, the traces of lotion you’d applied during your hygiene routine.

“I like this,” he says, his breath warm on your body. “You’re so soft. Smooth. Not like…I’ve never taken…” It had often been debated if there were sexes in their species. How they propagated. There was still so much unknown. Was there a reason he’d only chosen men to replicate? Was it simply because he was male himself? You could not explain how you knew it, but there was something distinctly masculine about him. Authoritative. Blunter than a woman would be. A lifetime of being raised to respect decorum had been firmly ingrained in you. Society valuing a woman who knows her place. Taught to be demure, deferring to the wisdom and guidance of their male counterparts. Serving and obeying, like you’re doing now.

The imposter returns his attention to your face. Licking your mouth back open. He likes this, you think. All of what you’d shared thus far, but perhaps the kissing best of all.

The background melody silences and you think you detect the front door opening and closing. You wonder if the couple will be going out to an early dinner. Curious when they find there is no one guarding the building. But not alarmed. Not yet.

Your skirt is being lifted, polyester dragged upward after the copycat’s hasty reach downward to gather the hem. Immediately sliding back down, stroking over your exposed thighs that are clad in nylons that stop midway across each of your upper legs. Nothing fancy, just utilitarian features in a shade of nude slightly more tanned than your own complexion. He nudges against the seal you’ve created by pressing your legs close together. “Let me in, sweet girl.” An echo of what he’d said earlier in an attempt to gain access to the building, now seeking entry into you. You feel your limbs parting for him nearly as promptly as you’d opened the door.

The pretender works his way back up to the fork of your body, teasing along the crotch of the white panties. You gasp and he smiles against your lips. His palm drags over the fabric until his fingers find the elastic waistband and he dips beneath it, running overly the neatly trimmed hair on your pubic mound, following the curve of that padded flesh until your sex is palpated.

Another gasp and a moan escapes you. “So wet,” he remarks, fondling the pink lips, parting the petals with his middle finger to slide through the slick arousal your body is creating, working the lubricant up and down, passing over the hooded nub and then delving back towards your entrance, where more fluid escapes.

It feels good and yet it doesn’t, his fingers too rough and just shy of where you need him. You squirm and wince at the harsh handling of your clitoris and he pauses, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Show me. Show me how you like to be touched.”

You reach down cautiously, guiding his fingers to one side of your sensitive bud, lightly pressing and rolling a fingertip so that your clit is ground slightly against the bone beneath. Alternating now, reaching back down to gather more of your slick before spreading it over that hooded button, a few direct strokes applied before beginning the process again. He replicates your actions and your body responds immediately, a hum of pleasure heating you. You close your eyes and you think of the milkman, the real one, with his kind smile and his tired eyes.

“Francis.” The name escapes your lips and you freeze, the rocking motion of your hips against the imposter’s hand abruptly ceasing. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Alarmed by how easily you’d allowed yourself to give in to the desire, accommodating this make believe passion.

“It’s alright, love. It’s me. I’m here.” His tongue laps at your ear, at the sensitive patch of skin behind it. You shiver and resume grinding against his fingers, letting yourself be deluded once more, your hand curling over his forearm.

“Francis,” you say again, hoping he can forgive you, in whatever form he now occupies, if he is saved as his faith professes he would be, finding redemption and peace, somewhere far from your sinning body that writhes in pleasure from his murderer’s touch.

You push against his hand and he allows it, applying force against the hollow cavity that leads to your womb. “Let me in,” he breathes, and you feel a finger invading your body, shoving through the narrow confines of that muscular tunnel. Withdrawing and spearing again, the digit saturated with your arousal. You moan and lift your pelvis to meet him. Curling inside, massaging that dip of spongy tissue. Crooking each time he enters as if he is leading you forward, beckoning, his thumb drawing circles over your clit. You feel as if you’re on the edge of a chasm, teetering on the rim, about to drop forward into heat and darkness. Keening now. Thighs tremoring violently. Your face turns and your teeth sink into the pillow. “There you go, love. Give it to me. Give in to me.”

The coiling pressure within you snaps and you find release at last, the fabric clenched in your teeth doing little to muffle the sound of your orgasm. You’re drenched in sweat, the aftershocks of your appeased nerves still sizzling through you. The doppelgänger cradles you through all of it, holding you as you ride the waves that exhaust your limbs, making you feel boneless and limp.

“Francis.” It’s a yearning plea, a futile prayer, answered by the thing that is not him, but masquerades as such, crooning to you, whispering false promises, draping you in synthetic affection, a lie you want so desperately to believe.

[back2bluesidex]

Novice - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Pornstar!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP (porn with tiny plot), SMUT, pornstar au

Wordcount: 3k

Summary: The need of some extra money lands you on a weird job. But you are not complaining, not when you get to fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Warnings: Explicit sex, porn movie shooting, mentions of pros**tution, Jungkook is a smooth flirt, reader is nervous and shy, inexperienced reader, a little bit of flirting, missionary position, unprotected sex. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

Honestly, you have no idea what you are doing here. 

You have been zoning out for the past ten minutes. 

Keeping your focus trained on what’s waiting for you ahead is a little tough. Especially when it’s 2 degree celsius outside and you are wearing nothing but a thin camisole and flimsy underwear. 

Even though the heater is in full blast, you require to have some clothes on your body to enjoy whatever warmth it has been offering. 

You question your sanity once again. Are you really doing this? You out of all people? You - the goodie two shoes? 

Yeah, the situation has been like that lately. 

You are in need of some extra money because some fucker voiced-phised you and you, being dumber than ever, gave them your company card number and pin. Now you owe 200 million won to your company and you don’t even have 10% of the amount to do anything about it. 

Right at that time, one of your friends knocked on your door asking for a favor. 

“Please, Y/N! You are perfect for the role!” she pleaded. 

“What are you even saying? I don’t even have any experience-” 

“That’s exactly what we want - a novice.” 

And you landed on the deal or role or whatever the fuck it is, in an exchange of 250 million won. By the way, did I mention that they have paid you 50% of the amount already?  

It’s good money and a one-time opportunity. All you need to do is to get fucked on camera, get the pay and avoid showing your face around this place anymore. 

As simple as that.

Or as simple as you thought. 

But now that you are already at the set and ready to feature in a porn movie.. You are rather nervous. 

Even though they assured you and added the “blurred-face” term to your contract, it’s nerve-wracking and for multiple reasons. 

First, you have almost zero experience of sex. And must I mention that you never had an orgasm in your entire life? 

Second, the concept of the film is complicated. There is only one male lead but three female leads (including you). But it’s not poly. The guy plays the role of a male prostitute, who pleasures three different women with three different stages of experience. The first woman is a pro, second one is amateur and third one, you, is a novice. 

The first shoot was almost over when you arrived at the set and the cast went to prepare for the second shoot. Hence, you haven’t gotten to see the guy you would be having sex with. 

And it’s unsettling. 

You only heard his name but couldn’t muster up the courage to search him up. What if you don’t like his face and back off? You will have to repay the 50% of the advance along with a 5% of contract violation fee. And you certainly can’t afford to do that now. 

So you held on, arrived at the studio as per instructions, got your clothes and hair done and now you are waiting for them to call you outside. 

“Ms. Y/N?” A voice calls you from the door and breaks your reverie. “Let’s go” the staff smiles. 

You stand up and follow her outside the green room. 

As you approach the main shooting set all you hear is, well, moans and groans. And those get louder and louder with each passing second. 

“Sit here.” the staff says. “You can observe what they are doing and prepare yourself in the meantime. We’ll brief you on the scenes once they are done.” she places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

Too bad, ‘cause you are anything but reassured now. 

“So this is how you like to be fucked? Like the bitch that you are? You slut!” the groan of the man invades each of your senses and you are shocked to say the least. 

Is this how you are going to be treated here? You think to yourself. A shiver runs down your body when the sound of a sharp slap echoes inside the almost calm studio. Then another, then another. But the woman seems to enjoy it all. Her moans and whines keep getting louder. 

You find your throat closing up with fear. Will you be able to enjoy it too? Or will you fuck things up?  

You suddenly feel hot and sticky right between your legs. What the fuck? Are you really getting wet? Just with the sounds? 

Squeezing your eyes shut you try to think of all the things you can do with the extra 50 million won. 

“Great work, guys!” a loud cheer and sound of applause halt your activities. You open your eyes to measure the surroundings. 

First you see the female lead coming out of the set with a cloth wrapped all around herself. She disappears with her assistant within seconds, even before you could see her face. 

Then the man walks out, wearing almost nothing. 

A towel is wrapped loosely around his torso and his bare body is on full view for you to enjoy. 

You gulp. 

The man is chugging down water as if he has been wandering in deserts for years. Your eyes fall on his Adam's apple at first, then on his glistening collarbones, his built chest, his toned abs, small waist and then on his torso. 

Your anticipation makes you gulp again. 

When you finally manage to drag your eyes up, you see him already staring and smirking at you. 

And fuck! You choke on your own spit because you have never seen a more handsome man in your life. 

Initially you thought Jeon Jungkook would be a pervert-looking middle aged ajussi but this guy looks like he is your age. 

Your friends would actually pay to get fucked by a guy this hot. But you are getting it all for free? Must’ve saved your country in past life or something. 

When Jungkook winks at you, you realize you have been staring at him for too long. And now you feel embarrassed. 

Lord! What have you been doing! 

“That’s it. I hope you have understood, Ms. Y/N?” The director peeks at you expectantly. 

“I guess.. So.” You reply with a lot of doubts still playing in your mind. 

“There is nothing to be nervous of,Y/N. We are not gonna send this movie to the Oscars, so you don’t have to think too much about your acting. Just do the bare minimum. Do what you are told. Jungkook will take care of the rest.”  He gives you a kind smile. 

You nod, reminding yourself that you need money and this is the only way. 

“You guys will blur my face right?” you ask him with a low voice. 

“We will. You can sue us if we don’t.” he chuckles. 

You feel your nervousness and fears subsiding a bit… only to reach the peak in seconds. 

“Hyung, are we good to go?” Jungkook appears from one of the green rooms, wearing his casual outfit - a white t-shirt with loose jeans. 

He smiles down at you and you struggle to return his courtesy. 

“Yeah, we are almost done here. Take care of Ms. Y/N, Jeon. She is very nervous.” the director gestures Jungkook to sit beside you. 

Jungkook sits down with a respectable distance between you two and takes a tentative look at you before saying, “hyung, we have some time before the shoot starts right?” 

The director nods a yes. 

“Then.. let me talk to Y/N for a bit.” 

“Yeah sure, go ahead.” 

And they leave you alone with your co-star. 

“Hey.” Jungkook says sweetly once you are alone in the makeshift secluded space. 

“Hi.” you reply with a quiet trembling of a voice.

Jungkook chuckles at that. 

“Cute.” you hear him murmuring under his breath. 

“This is your first time, I guess?” He asks. 

“Yeah and the last time as well.” you reply urgently, avoiding meeting his eyes as much as possible. 

His eyes widen at your response, “why so?” 

“I just need some extra money. So you know.. It’s a one time thing for me.” 

“Oh..” Jungkook breathes out and then says, “then I will make sure it’s something you remember your entire life. I know you don’t have much experience but I won’t push you to do something crazy. I will be gentle, don’t worry. Just leave yourself up to me, relax and enjoy.” with that he rests one of his hands on top of yours and gives you a sickeningly sweet smile. 

Now you don’t know how you are supposed to stay calm when your co-star’s mere presence is this nerve-wrecking. 

“Okay. Cut” the director screams as you and Jungkook complete shooting the non-sexual scenes. 

“You are pretty good, you know?” Jungkook slides beside you as you stand there preparing yourself for the big thing ahead. 

“Ah. thanks. You are very impressive as well. I mean three times in a row is no joke. Aren’t you tired?” you reply, finally staring into his eyes. 

Jungkook’s big doe, beautiful eyes almost defy the fact that he is in this business. Almost because once your eyes move lower on his body, you’ll have to admit that this is certainly his place to shine. 

“I have a record of six times in a day, sweetie.” he smirks at you while winking at the same time. Your stomach flips involuntarily. 

“Jungkook, Y/N, are you ready?” The director screams from his seat. 

Jungkook raises his thumb to affirm him and then he looks back at you. 

“As I said Y/N, don’t be nervous. I will take good care of you, okay?” Jungkook holds your hand again. 

His sincere tone really melts your heart. 

You nod, “okay.”

You don’t know how things will turn around but you are determined to enjoy it. You will not be seeing Jungkook anymore, anyway. So, why not take the advantage? 

“Action!” the director screams. 

When you look at Jungkook again, his doe eyes have turned dark. 

From now on, you don’t have any dialogue. It’s only Jungkook who will do the talking, you will have to say yes or no as a response. 

“So, you want me to fuck your virgin cunt because you are a bad bad girl. Is that right?” Jungkook speaks in a sultry low voice. 

Your head starts spinning. 

“Yes.” you reply. 

He takes a step towards you as you take a step back. 

“Oh. you got a voice I see.” Jungkook steps towards you again. 

You know he is just acting but you can’t help but feel a burning sensation in your stomach. When you take another step back, your thighs come in contact with the bed. 

He pushes on your shoulder gently, making you sit down. 

“Then.. let me take care of you.” Jungkook says while sinking down on his knees. 

He takes one of your feet in his hand and kisses on top of it. When his mouth wraps around your big toe, your breath hitches. 

Were your feet always this sensitive? 

He sucks on your big toe briefly, making it tough for you to breathe normally. 

“Do you like it?” he asks, looking up at you, lips still close to your foot. 

“Yes.” you mutter.

“Good girl.”

Jungkook places a kiss on your ankle next, then on your knee. His other hand kneads on your other thigh gently. 

His mouth reaches to your inner thigh and hovers above your skin for a brief second.  Then he kisses down, pulling out a moan from your throat. 

“Lay down for me.” he requests and you oblige. 

Jungkook’s fingers hook on the waistband of your panty and he slowly pulls that down revealing your glossy slit to not only him but to the entire crew. 

But surprisingly you are not self conscious. Jungkook has somehow made it feel like it’s only about the two of you. And you like it that way. 

“So pretty” he whispers, as if talking to your cunt. 

His actions make you leak even more. You suck in a deep breath when you see him, lowering his face down to your pussy. 

He places a soft kiss on your folds at first and then licks a stripe along it. 

Latching his lips around your clit, he sucks on it. You lose your senses with that. Some incoherent words fly out of your mouth but you know you are not really making sense to anyone, not even yourself. 

He keeps performing his ministrations, licking, sucking and occasionally biting down on your clit. 

This is the very first time someone has their mouth on your cunt and you never thought it would feel this good. 

“Umm.. you taste so good, sweetie.” Jungkook mumbles on your clit. 

His tongue probes into your entrance, lapping up all the juices that you leak. 

You grab the sheets to find something to distract the overpowering pleasure that Jungkook has been providing you with. 

Your knees buckle, caging Jungkook between your legs. 

Soon you feel something akin to a finger pressing down on your clit, then drawing slow circles around it, and then the circles are fast.

Your eyes roll back and your throat produces some sounds you never knew you could make. 

“Fuck! So tight. I have never fucked a pussy tighter than this” Jungkook groans and it vibrates your folds. 

When he pokes into your entrance again, while circling your clit, you find something coiling in your lower abdomen. Something so strong that you can’t contain it anymore. 

And you have it. The very first orgasm of your life. 

Your juices drain Jungkook’s mouth and chin. 

“Fuck, sweetie!” Jungkook stands up, “look what have you done?” he says while climbing on the bed. 

He grabs your camisole and tears it in an instant. 

Even though you are in your post-oragsm glory, it shocks you regardless. You hear mumbles coming outside the set but then the director seems to say something that shuts everyone up. 

As soon as your tits are on display, Jungkook grabs both of those with both of his hands. 

He kneads the muscles while his mouth latches to your neck. 

There is so much happening at the same time that you don’t know what to focus on.

Jungkook’s kisses drop down to your collarbone, bruising your skin and then to your tits. He wraps his pretty lips around your perked nipples, suckling those as if his life depends on it. 

Your moans know no bounds. And you already feel heat building up in your stomach again. 

You leave the sheets and grab Jungkook's hair instead. He groans in pleasure. 

“You are driving me fucking crazy, sweetie!” Jungkook manages to say, “do you think you can take my cock now?” 

“Yes.” you say desperately. 

You are actually very desperate to have him inside you already. 

Jungkook climbs down the bed and starts stripping. You stare at him as if he is the best mountain view in the world. 

Your eyes widen upon seeing his cock and your first thought is if it will fit or not. 

“Don’t worry. I will make it fit.” Jungkook replies as if reading your mind. 

He then comes closer to you and lines his cock on your entrance. Putting his lips on yours he pushes his length in. 

A loud earth-shattering moan comes out of your mouth, which Jungkook swallows immediately. 

He grabs one of your thighs and wraps your leg around his torso, your other leg follows the suit. He takes the chance to accommodate his cock inside your hole comfortably. And once he is sure you have adjusted, he starts moving. 

At first he is slow but then he starts picking up his pace. 

“Does it hurt?” Jungkook mumbles in your mouth, not ceasing to kiss you all while. 

“No. It feels good.” you spill the truth. 

Jungkook groans at your response, emptying you for a second only to thrust his full length inside you harshly.  

You whine.

He pins your wrists above your head and stares at you while fucking you dumb. His eyes are so dark that they demand you to keep staring back at them. 

The skin slapping sound makes your head spin and the coil in your stomach starts getting loose. 

“I-I am cum-” and before you could finish your sentence, you cum. 

It Triggers Jungkook’s own orgasm. He pulls out your cock from your hole, pumps it twice and then spills his cum all over your body. 

And all you could do is to stare at him dumbly with your mouth ajar. 

“That was so unlike you, Jungkook.” you hear the director talking to your co-star. 

Even though you don’t want to eavesdrop, you want to know what was not like him. 

“I know, hyung. For the first time ever in my career I lost control.” he sighs “Y/N was… something else.” 

Your face grows hot with the complement. But you know you are not going to see him again so it’s better not to think too much about it. 

You grab your bag and head towards the exit, stopping to greet everyone on your way out. 

“Hey” you greet him with a small voice. 

Jungkook gives you a big toothy grin in return. 

“Are you leaving already?” he asks, staring at your bag.

“Yes. I- um. Thanks, Jungkook. I really enjoyed it.” You tell him sincerely. 

“My pleasure, Y/N. And honestly, I think I enjoyed you a little too much as well.” he replies scratching the back of his neck. The tips of his ears turn pink. 

You giggle. 

“That’s great. So… yeah. That’s it. I will take my leave now. Bye” waving your hands, you turn your heels to leave. 

“Y/N?” but his voice stops you. 

“Yeah?” 

“Maybe if you don’t mind… Can we exchange numbers?”  

“Umm.. maybe we can do that.” 

Maybe this deal has more than just money to offer. 

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[verstappen-cult]

Having an argument with Max, sounds exhausting. Especially when both of you are stubborn, but guess what? He'd willingly beg for forgiveness if you are still upset with him and avoiding him as a result of the argument

“I can’t do this anymore.” You whisper, shaking your head and taking a step back. 

That is what finally makes Max stop dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open with whatever he was going to say next. 

You’re tired. You woke up less than an hour ago and the first thing you and Max did was argue. And you really didn’t want to start the day this way, but neither of you backed away. Things escalated quickly and you just can’t do it anymore. 

“What are you talking about?” He sounds desperate, his chest heaving. Max clenches his fists by his side, like he wants to reach out. 

You turn your head away, eyes filled with tears. “I’m gonna go see my mother. We’ll talk later.” 

Max feels paralyzed, he can’t seem to do anything but watch you leave. 

*

It’s past eight when you get home. 

The first thing you notice is that the house is lit only by candles. A lot of candles throughout the house. 

Max is nowhere to be seen, Jimmy and Sassy are the ones greeting you by passing between your legs. You bend over to pat their heads and give them a few ear scratches. 

The more you walk into the house, the more your heart breaks. There on the table is a big bouquet of your favorite flowers along with a small card with the word ‘sorry’ written in Max’s handwriting waiting for you. The table is also set with the chinaware you only use on special occasions, and a few more candles. 

When you turn around you see Max curled up on the sofa, your favorite weighted blanket —the one you use when you’re feeling down and Max is away for work— around his shoulders. He looks so cozy, you want to curl up next to him, but you are still a little hurt and angry from the argument you two had in the morning. You’re thinking about what you both said to each other when Max stirs, eyes trying to adjust to seeing in the dim light. 

“Hey,” You say as a greeting, trying not to scare him. 

Max turns around immediately, surprise crossing his features. “You’re home.”

“Yes? Sorry I didn’t say anything but mom wanted me to help her with gardening.” You shrug, leaving your bag and keys on the table next to the couch. 

“I didn’t think you’d come back.” His voice is barely a whisper, but you hear him anyway. Max exhales deeply, clutching the blanket tightly around his shoulders. 

“What?”

“I’m so sorry.” He blurts out, shoulders slumped. Max shuts his eyes tightly, like he’s in so much pain he can barely have them open. “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I should’ve listened to you—I’m really sorry. I don’t want us to argue like that again, I felt horrible because I love you and I promised myself I would never do something like this.” You let him talk, to spill everything he has inside of him. “After you left—I wanted to go after you but I knew you needed time. But it made me remember how my dad used to talk to my mom, how they would yell at each other while Vic and I hid in our rooms.” You are already moving towards him, even before you hear how his voice breaks. 

You sit by his side, leaving some space between you two, hands itching to reach out and touch him, to draw him closer to you and hold him. 

“I don’t want to be like him.”

“You’re nothing like him,” You move closer, taking his hands with yours, thumb caressing the back of them. “Don’t you ever dare to go there, okay? You will never be like him, Max. Do you understand?” 

But he doesn’t look at you, he doesn’t say anything. 

“Max, this is not the first and it’s definitely not going to be the last argument we have. But if we talk about it, if we give ourselves some time to think things through like we did today—this doesn’t mean you are a bad person, or that you are turning into your dad.” You cup his cheek with one of your hands, caressing his cheekbone as you look into his stormy blue eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” He says again, tears in the corners of his eyes. You smile softly at him when he begs for your forgiveness again. 

“Can you forgive me too?” 

“Darling, you’ve nothing to be sorry for.”

“Well, you’re wrong there.” You sniff, already feeling the tears wanting to stream down your face. “We were both wrong, don’t take all the blame.” Max opens his mouth to refute, but you shut him up with a kiss. It’s chaste, full of promises, and leaves you with blood pounding in your ears. 

“Do you forgive me?”

Max nods, gaze fixed on your lips. “Yes,” He directs his gaze back to your eyes, and you can see so much regret in them. “Do you forgive me?” 

“I don’t know,” You tease him by pretending to think about it. “it depends on what you made for dinner.”

A grin spreads across his face and he’s standing up in a second, tugging on your sleeve. “It’s definitely gonna make you forgive me.” He says, pulling the chair out for you to sit. “And if this doesn’t work, I have many other ways to make you forgive me.”

[polaroidpascal]

lunch box || joel miller

AO3 || MASTERLIST || FREE PALESTINE

pairing : joel miller x f!reader

summary : joel’s stubbornness has him working at ungodly hours on your saturday morning. you decide to do something nice for him, but of course he would realize your absence in bed, especially so early when you’re supposed to be off…

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, reader briefly gets picked up and carried, no outbreak, domestic life with joel, sarah and ellie briefly mentioned, joel is mid-to-late-30s, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex (practice safe ofc!!), joel being big slightly mentioned once, lots of talking and praise (my man cannot shut up), creampie, cum eating (reader teasing joel lol), general sweetness from them both <3

WC : 2.7k

a/n : this is the first fic i've ever written and posted so enjoy !! :)

Ever since you met, you knew that Joel was the one. Talking with him is easy, like your souls have known each other in every lifetime. Being in his presence is safe and comforting. He feels like home. On top of that, after you had been seeing each other for a while and he let you meet Ellie and Sarah, they made you feel so welcome in their family. Life just makes sense with them.

Joel has been a contractor all his life. Even though he can set his own hours, he prefers to start working early so he can be home with his daughters when they finish school. Today — a Saturday — was weird, though. The project he had been working on needed to be rescheduled because of weather, but Joel decided to keep his hours the same. You could tell he didn’t really want to get up so early on a Saturday, but his stubbornness forbade him from changing that. Last night as you drifted to sleep in his arms, knowing he would probably not have time to get lunch tomorrow, you decided you would do something nice for him. 

Sarah and Ellie spent their Friday night away at a friend’s house (which you and Joel definitely took advantage of the night before), and the house is eerily quiet when you stir awake in the wee hours of your Saturday morning. You can feel Joel’s sturdy arms draped over your sides, his entire body pressed against your back as if he’s scared you’ll float away if he doesn’t keep you close. You hear his slow, sleepy breathing in your ear and you know he’s still dead asleep. Carefully, you lift his heavy arms from you and slip out of his grip, kindly replacing yourself with a pillow, and resting his arm back down. 

He stirs to adjust a bit and settles once again. Success.

You head to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, Joel's life support in a cup, and pull out the things you need to make his lunch. After, you head back to the bedroom to grab a comfy change of clothes. You wait out the brewing with a quick shower hoping it’s less noisy than you think it might be. 

While you shower, Joel stirs awake a little before his alarm. He shuts it off to avoid the noise and turns back over seeking your figure — but you’re gone. Confused and still groggy, he gets up searching for you. He hears the shower running and…

Is that… singing?

He puts his ear up to the door and hears you faintly singing the songs he plays on his guitar for you, trying to be as quiet as you can. His heart swells at your beautiful sound and he almost opens the door to join you, but then the smell of coffee begins to fill his nose. He walks into the kitchen to see the last drips fall into the pot and the ingredients for a hearty sandwich sitting on the counter. Putting two and two together, he nearly tears up realizing your plans and decides to sit to the side and wait for you, not wanting to ruin your surprise.

You throw on your comfy silk pajama shorts and one of Joel’s old band t-shirts that swallow you up and return to the kitchen.

You don’t notice Joel at all.

He watches silently from the dark living room as you pour a glass of coffee for him into his favorite owl mug and glide around the kitchen putting his lunch together. He admires your freshly washed hair, already air drying a little bit, the way his t-shirt, oversized on you, drapes over your curves perfectly, and how you continue quietly humming his songs. A small fire ignites deep inside of him, and as you turn around to pack his food, he rises from his chair.

He silently saunters over stealing two big sips of the coffee you poured for him. You hear the cup clink lightly on the counter and turn around just as his big hands glide over your hips, embracing you from behind. “And here I was thinking I was surprising you,” you tease as his face buries into your neck, his naked torso pressed completely against you.

He chuckles. “You did, angel. I just saw it before you were ready, ‘s all.” He kisses and nips your earlobe and you mewl at the sensation. He trails down to your neck while his hands gently guide your hips back into his, feeling him start to grow through his plaid pajama pants.

“Joel…”, you whisper as you turn around in his embrace to kiss him. You find his hungry lips waiting to invite you in. He tastes deliciously like the coffee you made for him and you hum contentedly at it. Your hands trace his bare sides and chest all the way up to his hair, and you run your fingers through his messy locks.

As if he’s not stiff from sleeping, he hoists you up from the floor carrying you as you straddle him, hands still dancing through his hair, and brings you to the couch. Without breaking your kiss for even just a second, he puts you down laying on top of you as you descend, a comfortable weight that he knows you love to feel. His kiss melts into yours and your lips feel like they become one. He breaks away despite your protesting whine and quietly teases, “You know you didn’t have to get up so early on your day off just ‘cause of me, right? I’d probably have time later to pick somethin’ up,” and his lips fall back to yours, one of his hands coming up to tease your breast.

You moan softly, “Well, with your luck, today would be the one day you wouldn’t find time. Besides, I felt like surprising you.” You smile coyly at him and watch as his pupils grow somehow even bigger at you.

He stares for a second trying to figure out how he got so lucky finding you, and a smile threatens to erupt at the corners of his mouth. “You’re so sweet, you might give me a cavity.”

Your chuckle is cut off by a small gasp as he kisses a line down your neck, his beard ghosting your collarbone. Once he reaches the collar of your — well, his — shirt, he descends lower, sticking his whole head under the shirt that engulfs you. He kisses up your stomach until he reaches your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and you gasp again. His tongue moves firmly over the growing bud at a quickening pace. “Yes, Joel…” you whimper, then suddenly whine as he bites you, quickly soothing the mark with his tongue.

His free hand rises up to replace his mouth as he moves over to give your other side the same treatment. You pant from both movements happening simultaneously, him drawing out more whimpers and moans from you. You squirm underneath him accidentally grazing his own growing member and he groans, already painfully hard for you. His sounds send a sudden rush of heat straight to your core. He continues at your nipple, one bite in particular causing you to cry out and you could swear you feel his cock twitch against you as he moans in reply, another rush of arousal already flooding within you again.

He kisses a line down your chest, down your stomach, until his hands find the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread making room for his broad frame as he drags your panties and shorts down, seamlessly replacing them with soft yet hungry kisses where they once sat. He tosses them to the side, licking and kissing his way back up your thighs, nipping at the sensitive inner skin.

Joel’s eyes practically look pitch black, his pupils so blown out with lust, when you see him eyeing your throbbing core and he groans.

“Good lord, sweetheart,” is all he can manage as he admires you glistening for him. His eyes trail up your body. He could come just from the sight of you: legs spread eagerly, eyelids heavy, pupils just as blown as his own, desire written on your face in big bold letters…

And you see how desperate he looks for you, but a sly smirk quickly spreads across his face, “Bet you taste even sweeter than you act.”

Unable to control his hunger any longer, he fiercely licks one broad, flattened stroke up your middle, tasting the fruits of his labor. He moans at your taste, sending vibrations over your clit. You let out a cry of pleasure and his hips subconsciously rut into the couch, desperately seeking some relief for himself. His tongue glides through your folds, broad strokes accompanied by tight circles around your clit and the occasional dip inside…

“Fuck, Joel!” you cry as he focuses at your hole, his thumb replacing his tongue at your clit drawing tight, fast circles as his tongue dips in and out of you. “Oh my god… yes, please… feels so…”

He can only moan in response, sending lightning through your body with every sound he makes. “Please… oh, my g-… don’t stop, Joel… I’m so close…”

He can feel your impending release and between gasps for air, he practically begs, “Let it go, angel… that’s it… come all over my face… doin’ so good for me…”

His words send you hurdling over the edge as you come — hard. Your hips drive up into his face, head dipped back, crying out in pleasure. Joel refuses to let one drop go to waste, lapping up your slick like an animal. He licks you through your orgasm until the aftershocks and twitching die down some. Then he rises back up to your face. “Taste so good for me…” he says as he kisses you deep, lips and beard soaked. You moan from his taste; like coffee but with a sweet hint of you mixed in, and he swallows every little sound.

He breaks from your lips, your foreheads touching and lips barely ghosting over each other. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, darling,” he whispers as he reaches down to free his cock from his pajama pants.

“Please…” you beg, eyes lazily gazing into his own. “Fuck me, please.”

He looks deep into your eyes as he rubs up and down your heat, coating himself and he slides in without any problem, going slow when you gasp so your body can adjust to his size. But your body seems to draw him in, swallowing him whole and pulling him into you deeper and deeper. “My god…” he gasps as he feels the lingering spasms of your soft walls choking his cock.

You can only manage to whine in response, your eyes silently begging him to move, and he obeys. He begins slowly moving in and out, already embarrassingly close to his own climax, but he desperately wants to feel you unravel on him. Gradually, he finds his pace, bottoming out inside of you over and over and over. Refusing to break eye contact with you, his free hand dips down seeking your clit as he furiously traces tight, swift, calculated circles round and round.

Your eyes bolt shut at the feeling of him filling you up and teasing your clit. You’re well past the point of forming full sentences, and he can tell. Breathlessly, he tries to coax more from you, “Look so pretty taking my cock, angel… so good… fuck, you feel so good… ‘m not gonna last, sweetheart…” His pace is unpredictable, plowing into you for a few thrusts and then slowing down to a near stop to avoid finishing too early. “Need you — oh, fuck… god, almighty… n-need you to come for me, darling… please…”

As he begs for your release and his hips begin to falter, he finds that spot that only he has ever been able to find within you, rapidly sending you over the edge again. Your walls constrict suffocating his cock. You writhe and whine, almost unable to even make a sound.

He works you through your orgasm, his own rapidly approaching as he watches your eyes roll back from pure bliss. “Yeah, just like that, gorgeous… shit, you’re soaking me… fuck me, dripping everywhere… fuck… Oh my god, I’m—”

He cuts himself off with his own grunting and groaning as he begins to paint your walls with his come. He whines and gasps, bottoming out with every wave of his orgasm until his cock twitches for the last time. He collapses over you, crushing you in the best way with his weight as he tucks his face into your neck. You’re both panting, your chests crashing into each other as you come down from your highs and try to recover.

Joel finally softens enough to pull away without completely overstimulating himself, grunting as he rolls off of you and brings you to your side, spooning you and leaving small, tender kisses on your neck. His hand rests over your waist just as it did when you awoke this morning, and you lay there for a little while your heartbeats return to a normal pace.

You feel his come slowly leak out with his absence but you don’t even care. Being in his embrace washes away any other thought from your brain. All you can care to think about is the strong man clinging to you as he comes back down to Earth, holding you close and never letting go. You’re listening to his breath trying to fill his lungs once more and feeling his raging heartbeat through his chest and against your back. This is your personal heaven. Wishing you could live in this moment forever, you close your eyes and savor the feeling in all its glory.

You feel your body threatening to drift back asleep, but one particularly deep and content sigh from Joel reminds you that he is, in fact, supposed to be leaving for work. Glancing at the clock, you gently remind him of the time, your smile audible as you say, “You have just enough time to clean up and put on your clothes. Good thing your lunch is already packed.”

He gives a breathy chuckle and hesitantly gets up with that classic dad groan he always gives. Even though all he would really like to do is spend the rest of eternity lying right here on this couch in this moment with you, duty calls. He glances between your legs and sees the mess he made. You catch a glimpse of his look, his ferocious blushing visible even in the dimly lit room as he stares quite obviously at your middle. 

Feeling particularly mischievous, you reach down to collect what you can, scooping it up as it coats your fingers. Joel’s mouth drops open in a stupor, watching in disbelief as you bring your fingers up to your mouth and lick your digits clean. You unmistakingly see his breath hitch at the sight and know that if time weren’t the major issue right now, he would pounce on the opportunity for round two.

“Goddamn, angel…” he says shakily, still in utter disbelief. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy. You’re lucky I have a job to go do,” he tells you with a dazed, fucked-out look and tone as he retreats to the bedroom to attempt to get ready for work. You get up and slip into the bathroom to clean yourself up some more before returning to the couch exactly the way he had left you. 

Emerging from your bedroom dressed with lunch in hand, he spots you drifting off back to sleep and walks over to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. Before you completely succumb to the drowsiness, you manage a soft and sweet, “I love you.”

He smiles and bends back down to plant another, longer kiss right to your lips and whispers back, “I love you more.”

He sees you smile at that before he turns for the door and quietly leaves for work, already counting down the minutes of his shift left before he can come back home to you.

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

august

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

summary: Theo asks you to be his fake-girlfriend but you understand the assignment a little too well. No Voldemort/war AU

warnings: !not proofread! underage alcohol consumption

word count: 4k

ao3 - Theo masterlist

You weren’t mine to lose

Theodore Nott knew that one day he would be asked to marry a pureblooded witch and have a family with her; not because he wanted it, but because that’s what is expected of him.

What he didn't know is that in his 7th year, his father would begin throwing women at him, witches he didn't know and didn't care to get to know.

He did his best to avoid his fathers constant complains and lectures, but time was not his friend and he needed to come up with a solution to his problem or he would soon be marrying a stranger.

You and Theo became somewhat friends during quidditch practice. Neither of you played quidditch but attended your friends practice meetings, since you had nowhere else to go.

You bonded over not being into sports and falling asleep during first period every Monday. You always knew you would find him near corners at parties, watching the crowd but never intending to join them.

You were a pureblooded witch, not part of the Sacred 28, definitely not a blood purist. He liked those things about you, it felt refreshing being friends with someone who did not care about such insignificant things.

You were also kind and thoughtful and always helped him when life felt heavy, that is why he was brave enough to ask you a very important favor.

"Absolutely not!", you shouted

"Shhhhh", students whispered.

Madam Pince walked to you, with a scowl on her face and her hands crossed tightly in front of her,

"Mr Nott, are you and your friend aware this is a library?", she said displeased.

"I am sorry, Madam Pince, it won’t happen again", you whispered fast

"Well that is what I expect of you, next time I hear you, you'll be jinxed off of here.", she replied and walked away.

Theo was looking at you innocently, begging you with his eyes to accept his proposal.

"Theo I will not pretend to date you", you whispered this time.

"Please, it won't be for more than three months, I just need my father to back off!", he explained

"Please, please, please!", he continued, "He will marry me off to a snob French witch, I am sure of it, and then I’ll be forced to have a bunch of kids with her, for the sake of the family line"

"I will end up 30 and more miserable than Snape!", he finished dramatically

You rolled your eyes at that and said, "Firstly, that is a bit dramatic and secondly, if we 'date' there is no way it will be only for three months."

He smirked at that "Well, love, if you wanted to be with me for more than that you could have said so from the start."

You hit him with your notebooks after that and he burst out laughing.

You saw Madam Pince behind him -not so entertained- mouthing "OUT" with her eyebrows raised.

He shouted your name while following you down the hallway,

"Please, think about it.", he begged

"Theo I told you-", you started but were cut off by a figure walking past you.

"Hello there.", says Finn with a smile that could persuade you to do anything he wanted.

Truth is you have had a crush on the boy ever since you met him. He is in a different House than you and you never get the chance to talk to him. You always try to master up the courage during parties but you can never find the right time. He hangs out with your friends but you feel too foolish to admit your crush to them, so you are stuck with greetings in hallways and daydreaming during class.

"Hi", you respond with a blush on your face and an awkward smile.

Finn continues walking; but your mind is stuck on the way he looked at you and his smile and;

"So that is why you won't be my fake-girlfriend."

"I- what?", you turn to find him smirking like an idiot and reply "Shut up", as you walk by him, taking long strides.

"Wait wait.", he says while trying to catch up to you.

"Maybe this can help us both.", he says after running in front of you to stop you.

"How could this help me?", you say back, "Not that I want any help!", you add quickly

"Well in the case that you did want my help, I can - as a teenage boy- testify that jealousy goes a long way."

"Please, jealous? He doesn't even know my name, why would he care if we dated?"

"Along with jealousy, being seen with someone else makes you more attractive", he adds quickly

"That is stupid and disgusting."

"It is the way the world works, love." he smiles deviously "So what do you say will you be my fake girlfriend?" he says as he extends his hand into a handshake

"No" you reply, smacking his hand away.

"I will see you tomorrow for breakfast, I'd tell you to ask Pince, she's a proper catch and your dad would approve, but I’m not sure she'll say yes after what happened today.", you say sarcastically

"Oh you wound me so.", he sighs dramatically "Maybe I'll ask McGonagall with a flock of birds to impress her."

You laugh at that before wishing eachother goodnight.

You lie on your bed thinking about Theo and his proposal; about Finn and how stupid your crush feels. About how stupid boys make you feel, how you wish you had more experience with them, more confidence.

You wished you were one of those people who went out to get what they wanted, the ones who fought for themselves, didn’t sit around in the corners with a comfort blanket draped around their shoulders.

“Maybe this can help us both” he said

Would it honestly be that bad to pretend to be Theos girlfriends for a few months? 

You trusted him and knew he would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Maybe you would have to set a couple of rules to be sure there would be no misunderstandings, but things could work out.

You quickly got dressed the next day and found him eating breakfast alone; like he did every morning, being the first of his friends to wake up this early.

You sat across from him and begun putting fruit and pastries on your plate while he filled your coffee cup; another habit of his.

“I will do it”, you said calmly

His eyes shot up at yours and before he could say anything you let out a hiss of pain and stared at the coffee spilling from the overflowing cup to your hands and plate.

“But-“ you continued more serious now “we need to set up a few rules.”

“I love rules” he replied while drying your hands with a napkin and then switching your plates so he got the drenched-in-coffee one.

"Okay well, firstly I would appreciate it if this arrangement stayed between the two of us- I am not exactly thrilled to be mocked by the whole Slytherin house for the rest of the school year.", you said looking him in the eye

“Easy- done”, he exclaimed “You have to come with me to a Ball and meet my father.”

“I- you should know it will be very awkward”, you said apologetically

“No need to worry, it will take no more than ten minutes, he isn’t a people person, I just need him to believe that I am dating you.”, he explained quickly.

"Fine, I guess, but after we end this won’t he keep on pressuring you? We can’t keep this on forever you know.", you said

"Well, of course not; I just need him to get off my back until we graduate, then I can be free of him."

"Okay then, do we need to pretend at school? Your father won’t be here to see us.", you asked

"Yes, but the children of his friends will be and then he’ll find out Slytherins are terrible gossipers, you know.", he joked

"Fine okay, but we won’t do anything extreme", you said with a serious tone

"Not unless you ask me", he said grinning like the devil (wink wink)

You throw him a blueberry and he laughs before he picks it up and eats it

"What about you and loverboy? How do you want us to approach it?", he asked

Us rolls off his tongue way too easily, you think and feel a flutter in your stomach as you play it back

"Well , I haven’t thought about that, I am not sure I want to do anything really, I just want to forget it even happened.", you awkwardly say

"What 'happened', your feelings? It isn’t exactly something you can control .", he joked

"Don’t be ridiculous. Of course it is; if you are reasonable and smart." you say looking him in the eyes "Anyways, I got too distracted from the constant what if but now I have something else to focus on." you continue

"I can assure you I'll be the best fake girlfriend there is" , you say and smile

"It is a deal then.", he says extending his hand

"Yes.", you say shaking his hand this time.

The pretending started slowly, small touches in front of other students in the library, the Great Hall and on quidditch matches.

Spending weekends at Hogsmeade together, sharing butterbeer and going for walks with his arm behind your back or hands clasped together.

He would lend you his sweater and you would lend him your scarf, the one with your house colors.

He pretended he smelled you in his Amortentia and made a spectacle out of it in class; leaving you a blushing mess.

Eventually the Ministry planned a Ball; and you dreaded every second leading to it.

Theo helped you pick out a gown for it and walked you through the experience of a "Ministry party for the Miserable", as he called them

"Most of them will be boring themselves with talks about work; others will be drinking their boredom away and then there will be dancing. It will be over before you realize it, truly", he calmed you down

You agreed to meet him at the venue and you found him by the door playing with his wand while waiting for you.

"Some boyfriend you are-", you joked and his head immediately shot up to look at you "Making me come here alone, not walking me from the car, what will everyone say?", you said smiling and looped your arms around his, while he stared at you.

"My fair lady you have to forgive me, I will make it up to you." he shook his head and lead you both inside.

He spotted his father quickly and walked towards him. You felt terrified, couldn't exactly understand how a man sweet and kind; alive like Theo could have come from a man like his father.

He looked cold and mean and from what Theo had told you about him he was.

"Father" Theo said in a voice reserved just for his father and introduced you to him.

"I am sure you are familiar with her parents; they have an active role in the Wizarding community.", he said

You smiled at that; at his Slytheirn traits showing up when he needed them most.

"Ah yes, I remember your father in our Charity event a few months back.", he said with his strict voice, "I just wish Theodore would have bothered to tell me back then you two knew eachother."

You smile awkwardly and look at Theo who gives you a tired look.

"As I understand you are seeing eachother; how long has that been going on?", he asks

"A few months; but we have been friends for a few years now", you reply as calm as you can

"And what are your plans for after you graduate? Theo is going to work in the Ministry, I have friends in departments that can show him the ropes", he questions and you try to picture Theo in a Ministry 9-5 job and think it is just wrong.

"Well I am not sure yet; I was hoping to continue my studies and maybe get a master in Potions or Transfiguration. Passing NEWTs is the only thing on my mind right now.", you explain nervously

"Right. Well excuse me, I have to greet a few friends.", he says and leaves the two of you alone, once again.

You both leave out a breath you have been holding for a while.

"Didn't go that bad, right?", you ask

"No, uh it went fine.", he says with a troubled look, "Do you mind if we go outside?"

"Not at all, come on.", you say with a comforting voice and let him lead you outside.

You find a quiet place in the garden away from everyone. Finding company in the stars and each other.

"I hate him", Theo breathes and you don't know what to say back, how to comfort him.

So you take his hand in yours and hold it tightly.

"I am not taking the job at the Ministry, I won't.", he said

"What do you want to do?", you encourage him

He shakes his head before he answers.

"Slughorn offered to write me a recommendation letter, so I can study where he did. If I do well on the exams",

"But my father doesn't care about what I want, has not even bothered to find out.", he scoffs

"Well he can sod right off, respectfully, because he scares me." you say and he laughs

"You'll do great, you are so smart Theo, everything will work out, I am sure of it.", you say holding his hand

"Thank you.", he says smiling, "for everything."

You spend the rest of the night talking about life and the future, with your head on his shoulder and his thumb drawing circles in your hand.

As the school year progressed stress and anxiety were starting to get the best of everyone. Students were either practicing for a quidditch match or studying in the library.

That is why a few Gryffindors decided to host a party, to take a break from studying and celebrate the success that would surely be coming; "very Gryffindor of them" commented Theo.

While getting ready for the party you realized this would be the last time everyone would be having fun together and you felt nostalgia crash on you like the waves that destroy rocks.

What happens after school? You think.

Will you lose your friends? Will you lose Theo? Where will you go? What will you do?

There are questions you don’t know how to answer and that scares you.

Then your mind drifts to Finn and how you never did anything to get close to him no matter how much you liked him; liked because now he is a thing of the past, thanks to Theo you think, who took your mind off of him, kept you company.

Maybe, you think, faking a relationship with Theo made something deep inside you think that it wasn’t pretend. That Theo liked you more than a friend and that maybe you did too.

Did or do?, you think

Did, definitely did. Theo will get a masters in Potions somewhere and you will have to find your place in this world. Liking Theo isn’t something that should be happening right now- or ever with his terrifying dictator of a dad.

You laugh as you picture family holidays with the Notts.

“Knock knock”

You snap out of your thoughts and turn to find Theo leaning on your door, with his hands in his pockets .

“Ready?” He asks

You nod and he extends his hand “After you my lady”

“Shut up” you laugh as you let him hold you

Ronald Weasley waits for you by the portrait of the Fat Lady and lets you inside.

Everyone is dancing, snogging, drinking or doing all of those things together.

"I am going to get us drinks." shouts Theo and you give him a thumbs up as you walk into the crowd, trying to find some familiar face.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and see Finn smiling at you.

"Hi!" you beam at him

"Finally decided to let yourself have fun?", he asks playfully

"What do you mean?", you ask

"Well I haven't seen you in a party since you and Nott became a thing, come to think of it, before that you two would always find a quiet corner and stay there together.", he says

Before you get the chance to reply you feel an arm snake around your waist and Theos scent fills your lungs.

"Here you go, love" he says and hands you your drink "Finn, how are you mate?"

"I am fine Nott, preparing for Quidditch finals, nervous about the NEWTs?"

"Obviously, but what can I do besides studying?", he responds.

Awkward silence lays between the three of you. You cant wait to laugh with Theo about it, once Finn leaves.

"You are lucky your girlfriend is such a good listener. I remember once she let me explain the Star Wars films to her without falling asleep or complaining.", he said laughing

"How do you even remember that, it was ages ago", you say surprised

"You would be surprised. Now if you will excuse me, I need a refill."

You watched Finn leave and turned to see Theo looking at you with a calculating look.

"Looks like loverboy is back", he said

"Stop" you say and drag him with you to greet your friends and dance.

After a few hours you both decided you had enough social interactions for one night, so you decided to go back to your dorms.

As you were leaving you spotted Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, laughing and kissing eachother before disappearing into a broom closet together.

“Ah broom closets; the perfect shagging spot”, joked Theo

“What, you..” you stammer “in a…”

“Shagged in a closet? Yes”, he said smirking at your awkwardness

“Right” you replied

“What, you haven’t?" he asks and you shake your head

“Not even for a dare?”, he continued

“No, Theo I haven’t.” you say annoyed

He laughs and says “Don’t worry you aren’t missing much. Besides, the best shagging spot is the restricted section.”

“You are impossible.” , you say to him as you walk together side by side

“I am joking, nothing tops the comforts of a bed.”, he says jokingly

You remain quiet, I wouldn’t know, you think to yourself.

“Wait” he says “-have you ever?”

“Have I what?” You say annoyed

“Been with someone” he asks

“I, well, have you seen me date anyone, all these years we have been friends?”

“No, but you also never told me you like Finn, so how would I know what else you keep to yourself. "

“Liked, Theo, and can we please forget about that?”, you plead

“Alright I am sorry” he answers raising his hands

“Do you think it is weird I haven’t been with anyone? Yet?” You ask nervously

“Weird? No of course not, why?”

“Well you sounded very surprised, that is all”, you say

“No it isn’t weird, but if you want me to show you what it is like I-”, he said slowly

You hit his arm and cut him off “Shut up, honestly, you can sometimes be so annoying!”

He laughed and said “Sorry”

You continue walking without saying anything before he breaks the silence.

“I think he likes you”

“Nonsense, he talks to everyone”, you say while rolling your eyes

“Well then, he is an idiot”, he responds with a serious tone

You shake your head and laugh

“He really is”, he says again

And as you look up at him you see his eyes deeply focused on yours. The look on his face: something entirely new to you. Up until now you always thought Theodore Nott had shown you his real self, almost every part of him; but the way he looks at you now proves how wrong you have been.

His cheeks are flushed and you are sure if you were to touch him he’d burn you. His usual smirk is nowhere to be found; his lips are relaxed and asking for something; as if they have a mind of their own. His eyes are wandering over your features, not calculating but admiring.

His hand flies up to fix a strand of hair that has fallen in front of your face and gently places it behind your ear.

You look at his lips and at him, lost and surprised.

See you tomorrow, he whispers and before you get the chance to respond he walks away to his dorm.

What happened? you think for the rest of the night

Had you grown closer to Theo these past few months, without meaning to?

Had your feelings shifted and if yes when did that happen?

You felt empty as you woke up the next day. Did you feel for Theo what you had felt for Finn once? A made up scenario showing you what could have been?

No, you knew Theo, the version of him inside your head was the one that already existed.

He is kind and smart; he cares about you, always have; even before this agreement.

He always makes sure you feel safe, never pushes things too far. 

What he said last night, the way he looked at you sends butterflies to your stomach. Would it be that ridiculous of you to think he has feelings for you? 

And if he does have feelings for you, how do you feel about him? 

Is he a friend or something more?

Have you just grown used to the attention he gives you? The pretending and faking.

Or do you want-need it to be real.

You will ruin everything and that scares you.

This is too much thinking before coffee, you think and head to the Great Hall.

You find him then with a mug in one hand and a book in the other, once he sees you he smiles, innocently, not a smirk; a greeting.

And that is enough for you to break down your walls, leave your fears behind.

You want him to smile at you; only you every time he sees you. You want to be with him, not only in front of others, always.

You want to tell him I love you and you also want to hear it from him. You want him to tell you his dreams and encourage yours. You want to spend every night with him and wake up in his arms. You want him to show you what it is like to be cared for, truly.

And that desire is enough for you to shed your fears away, because even if things go bad, at least you've tried; fighted.

"Goodmorning", he says as you take the seat next to him.

You smile at him "Goodmorning"

He fills your mug with coffee like he always does

"I don't want to keep pretending to be your girlfriend.", you say

His face darkens and his smile disappears, "Is it about last night? Did I make you feel uncomfortable, I-"

"I can't keep pretending.", you continue "If you want to be with me we have to stop pretending, I want to be with you for real."

"I-" he is speechless now, playing what you said over and over in his head.

"I am in love with you. And it is okay if you aren't, but I had to tell you. I can't fake it anymore.", you confess

He smiles now and grabs your face to kiss you before whispering in your lips, "Who said I was pretending?"

fin

dividers by the wonderful @saradika

not proofread, sorry for mistakes