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changbunnies · 3 months

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Slow Bloom (18+)

♡ Pairing: Inexperienced!Changbin x Experienced Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: fluff and smut with a lil plot <3 a tiny bit of angst during the build up but it doesn't last long at all!

♡ Word Count: 8.5k

♡ Summary: In which a misunderstanding while cuddling leads to discovering exactly how Changbin feels about you.

♡ Smut Warnings: not intended to have overt dom/sub dynamics but i may have written bin a bit subby lol oops, references to porn watching, kinda pervy bin?, his lack of experience is not outright stated to the reader as it is implied that they already know, nipple play, thigh grinding / humping, fingering (f rec), protected piv

♡ Notes: so quite a few ppl showed interest in an inexperienced binnie fic after i posted my inexperienced chan fic and i am here to deliver <3 this was also the perfect break from the longer, more plot heavy fics i've been working on as this took a lot less mental effort :') i hope you enjoy this while waiting for those!

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

There aren't many things in life that make Changbin nervous.

He navigates the world with security and confidence, sure of himself and in the actions he takes. He can speak in tense or awkward situations with relative ease, nerves never eat him up in social settings, and he's never afraid to speak his mind or do what he wishes to.

But then there's you. You, while laying in bed next to him with an arm draped over his body and one of your legs tucked between his, make him extremely, effortlessly nervous.

It wasn't always this way; at least, not as far as he can remember. You've been friends since forever, and closeness such as this is par for the course. He's used to impromptu sleepovers, to you making yourself comfy in his space, tossing your belongings to the floor without a care before you take over his bed.

He's used to cuddling while watching tv, to squeezing each other into tight hugs, to limbs tangled under blankets. He's used to the lingering smell of your shampoo mixed with perfume, used to the feeling of your breath tickling his skin when you pull him close, to the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingertips.

He's used to it, and it doesn't affect him; or so he thought.

Somewhere along the line, something within him shifted. Whether the reason lies with you or with himself, he doesn't entirely know. What he does know is that he no longer sees you the same way he did when you were growing up together. And it wasn't until that shift occurred that he realized maybe "your friend" isn't the only thing he wants to be.

Maybe it's a natural, gradual progression from where you both began, a shift in desire brought on by new maturity and life experience. Maybe you've been this radiant and beautiful since the very first day you met, but he was too young and oblivious to realize it then.

Maybe it's because of that strange, sharp and twisting feeling in his gut every time he sees you with a new partner. If it wasn't for you showing interest in other people, would he have ever realized at all that what he feels for you transcends what he feels in his other friendships?

While he loves his other friends, he doesn't get jealous when they bring a new partner around, or talk about their love life to him. He doesn't spend every night lying awake thinking about them, nor does he wonder what it'd be like to kiss them. He doesn't dream about seeing their bare skin, or about touching them, about them touching him.

He doesn't imagine their tongue lavishing over him, or of returning the favor to them. He doesn't fantasize about them in dirty, naughty scenarios, during his private moments in bed or in the shower. You occupy his every thought, to the point that even while watching porn he has to close his eyes and imagine it's you making those sounds instead, replacing the scene before him with a mental image of you and him together.

That's what makes Changbin especially nervous right now. You're cuddled up to him, as you always are when you spend the night at his place, but he can't get his brain to please shut the fuck up and stop pushing him to the brink of embarrassing himself.

He needs to stop thinking about the placement of your hand on his stomach, just above his waistband. He can't linger on the fact that your tits are pressed against him while you hug him, or about how pleasant the soft, content sighs that leave you sound to his ears.

If he thinks about any of it, he'll get hard– and that'll easily be the most mortifying moment of his life, because you would definitely notice with the way your leg is snaked between his and resting between his thighs. It's moments like this when he misses the days of innocence– when cuddling with you like this didn't feel quite so intimate.

He makes a conscious effort to focus harder on the tv in front of you both, playing some sitcom he has long since stopped paying attention to. He guesses the jokes are landing if your occasional giggles are any sign, but if you asked his opinion on anything going on he wouldn't be able to answer. Changbin has never been the type of person who was easily able to divide his attention, but God, does he fucking try.

Because if you realize he's getting hard, and you feel it, there are very few scenarios he can imagine where you're okay with it. And if you decide to question him on it, he'd be done for-–because there's no way he'd be able to outright deny his attraction to you. Playing it off would feel too much like lying, and this is not the kind of scenario he imagines when he thinks about the way he'll admit his feelings to you.

You've noticed since the beginning that his body has been tense; you've been cuddling since you were young, and you're more than familiar with how he feels when he's relaxed. It's almost amazing how someone so muscular can still feel so soft when their body is at rest– and right now you can't help but notice that he feels very far from soft.

You tried to ignore it and focus on the show you're watching, and it worked for some time, but the longer he stays tense the more you can't help but wonder if you've been bothering him lately. It's become a growing pattern– you touch Changbin, in some ways small and menial like a passing tap to his arm as you slip past him in the kitchen, or large, in which you hug him tight and envelop him with your entire body.

Either way, the reaction is the same; he instantly tenses. You're not sure if he intends to do so, or if it's an unconscious reaction he doesn't even realize he's doing, but it hasn't gone unnoticed by you. The two of you have always been a match when it comes to being clingy and affectionate, but maybe that isn't the kind of attention he wants to get from you anymore.

Are you being overbearing? Did you unintentionally do something wrong? Maybe he wants to distance himself from you but is just either too nice or too scared to say it out loud and hurt your feelings.

When you tilt your head to look at him, his cheeks are pinker than they were just moments ago, with his gaze fixed solely on the tv. You're sure he can feel you looking at him, but he doesn't turn his head to meet your eyes. You want to believe he's just really engrossed in the show, but you can't help but doubt it. You know him, and you're certain that for whatever reason, he's avoiding your gaze.

"Am I bothering you?" you ask abruptly, and perhaps a bit more vulnerable than you would've liked. Not that you can help it, really; you just really care about Changbin, and you can't stand not knowing if you've done something to upset him or make him want to separate himself from you. You have to know, because you can't stand it any longer.

"What? No, I– what?" Changbin finally looks at you, furrowed brows peeking out between strands of his long, messy curls. You didn't expect him to be so surprised by your question; admittedly, it is sudden, but this has been building for weeks hasn't it? You thought he'd be relieved that you're bringing it up first so that he doesn't have to.

You've never been happier to be wrong, or to see such genuine confusion on his face. Thank God. "Sorry, I just.. You've been acting different lately, and I thought that maybe it was because I did something wrong," you explain, following it with a small, awkward laugh.

Really, you're relieved; at the same time however, you do feel a bit embarrassed and silly to have been questioning what's been happening with him now that he's so clearly taken aback. You jumped to conclusions and got a bit ahead of yourself, it’s true– but.. If that’s not it, then what is it?

Surely there’s a reason– his behavior wouldn’t have changed if everything is really the same as it's always been. If nothing's wrong, why does he tense up every time you try to act affectionate with him? Why does he hesitate to meet your gaze when he never had a problem doing so before? Why does it always feel like he's putting distance between you?

Changbin swallows, you notice– a nervous response that you guess is from putting him on the spot. Because if it's not what you've been thinking, you need to be provided with another explanation– an explanation that only he can offer you. He needs to clear up this misunderstanding if he doesn't want you to wrongfully think you've done wrong by him, but what can he say that also omits the truth he isn't ready to admit?

His cheeks grow pinker, and you can tell he's struggling to find words– something you'd typically never expect to see in your charismatic best friend. You've untangled yourself from him enough to lift yourself up, weight propped up by your elbow while you look directly in his eyes. He's slightly beneath you at this angle, eyes having to travel up to meet your own, and again he swallows.

He's so fucked. There's nothing he can say right now other than "I really fucking like you and being this close to you all the time is making me crazy."

But he can't actually say that. Changbin wants his confession to come with a grand, romantic gesture. He wants to say the sweetest, more perfect words he can come up with. He wants to be a man of action, someone as cool as they are sincere, someone who can make you swoon with suave, but genuine effort. Admitting his feelings to you now, like this, would be the furthest thing from charming, or cool, or perfect.

As if all of that wasn't enough, now he has to make a conscious effort to not let his eyes wander down to look at your chest– because he's been chubbing up since the moment you started cuddling, and if he catches a glimpse of your cleavage now, he's done for. It feels vaguely pathetic to be this affected by you when you don't even realize you're doing it to him.

Changbin's eyes act against the purposeful efforts of his brain and travel to your chest, met overtly with the sight of your breasts pressed together. Fuck. He looks back up to your face quickly, hoping you haven't noticed where his eyes wandered. He wishes he could reach between your bodies and discreetly adjust his pants to hide his growing erection, but he can't, and God help him, you're going to notice any second now.

And you're looking at him so sweetly and earnestly, patient and caring, totally unaware of what you're doing to him and what his actual struggle is. He wants to clear everything up, doesn't want you to feel like the fault of what he's going through lies with you, he wants to answer every question you have, he really does– but he's found himself in a vicious cycle.

Trying not to think about the position you're both in, of how pretty you are looking down at him, or of your chest that he can't seem to ignore despite how badly he needs to focus on anything else just makes him dwell on it even more. The more he tries not to, the more space it takes up in his mind, until it's entirely clouded, preventing him from conjuring a thought worthy of being spoken to you.

Fuck thinking of an excuse or explanation, he can't think of anything other than your tits being so close to his face. He wants nothing more than to kiss them, to feel your fingers running through his hair as he sticks his tongue out to lick your nipples, has thought about squeezing them between his palms so many times.

So can he offer you a reasonable enough excuse that hides the truth of the matter? Absolutely fucking not– not when all he can think about is how you'd feel and taste. "Changbin?" your questioning voice snaps him out of it, looking up at you like a deer caught in headlights behind his thick rimmed glasses.

He looks guilty, face entirely flushed red all the way to the tips of his ears. And you're convinced now that he was trying to spare your feelings, and was stuck on finding the right way to break it to you. He didn't know what to say, and was trying so desperately to think of something that wouldn't crush you.

He can see the hurt wash over you, and he opens his mouth, ready to blurt out anything in a futile attempt at damage control, but you're already speaking before he even gets the chance to try. "You don't have to spare my feelings, you can be honest, just tell me–" you say as you start to push yourself away from him, very clearly misunderstanding the situation that's been unfolding.

Before he can even begin to figure out if he should be relieved or devastated by your incorrect assumptions hiding what he feels, the process of moving your leg from between his causes him to let out a gasp that takes you both by surprise. You feel it– his semi-hard erection brushes against your leg as you attempt to move it out from between his thighs.

"Oh," is suddenly all you can manage to say. Is Changbin attracted to you..? Is that why for months he's slowly but surely become so different in your presence? When you look back to him, he's covered his face with his hands over his glasses, his pouty bottom lip quivering in what you can only assume to be mortification over his body betraying him.

The question now is, is this simply a physical reaction to being close or something more than that? Would it happen to him no matter who was pressed against him, or is it you in particular that causes his body to react this way? You won't know until he tells you, but you hope more than anything he wants you as much as you've always wanted him.

The idea that he may view you romantically is not something you ever allowed yourself to consider a possibility, but oh, how you've wanted it. Changbin has always been perfect to you; a gentleman in all aspects, attentive, considerate, thoughtful, your very best friend. You always thought you'd be lucky if someone like him were to love you, and you always held your partners to the standard he showed you.

You thought that even if you couldn't have Changbin, you could at least have someone like him; and while no one ever made you feel the way he does, disappointing you in one way or another, you still tried. Perhaps it was unfair, as no one can compare to Changbin, but if he wants you then you'll take him in a heartbeat, no questions asked. Even when it wasn't entirely conscious to you, your heart has always belonged to him.

He flinches when you call his name again; your tone is soft, but he's still afraid to meet your gaze and discover what kind of expression is on your face. He thinks he'll die if he sees anything even remotely resembling disgust or anger. He cares about you so much, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if you lost your trust in him because of this.

You reach for his hands, and despite his nerves threatening to eat him alive for perhaps the first time in his life, he lets you take his hands away from his face. The apprehension in his eyes is clear, though there's a flash of relief when he can see that you're not upset with him. "I'm sorry, really," he blurts out quickly, feeling like he should apologize even if you aren't going to chastise him for getting hard simply from being close to you.

“Does this happen a lot when we..?” you ask, watching as his blush spreads down his neck while he hesitantly nods. You’ve never seen him so red and shy before– and honestly, you like it. You’ve always considered Changbin to be cute, but this is cute on an entirely different level; you hope this won’t be the only time you get to see him this way. But before that can happen, you have a more pressing question to ask him.

"Do you want me to help you?" is the next question to leave you, and fucking hell, does that send him reeling. He can’t believe this is really happening, that you’re even asking him so casually. And while it isn’t the way he pictured something happening between you after his many months of pining, he could never say no to you– he's been obsessively thinking about you all this time, how could he say anything but yes?

Still, he hesitates regardless; not because he's unsure about continuing, or because he doesn't want to, but because what if it means different things for the two of you? For Changbin, it'd be everything. You're the only person he's ever liked this much, he might even be in love with you, and he doesn't think he'd be able to recover from having a casual fling with you. He'd never be able to go back to before and pretend he doesn't feel as much for you as he does.

"If you say no, we can pretend this never happened," you assure him when you see the nervous hesitance in his eyes. It's not what you'd want to hear, but he deserves to be offered an out if he needs it; because as much as you want him, you don't want him to feel stuck and uncomfortable. And then you continue, hoping more than anything that he shares the sentiment of your next words, "But I think you should know, I really like you, Binnie. And I'll be really happy if you say yes."

With your admission, all his doubts and fears are cleared in an instant. Really, that's all he needed to hear to be sure what he plans to say next is the right thing to say to you. It's not how he ever intended to ask you this question, but he’d never dream of passing up the opportunity presented to him– the opportunity to be yours, and for you to be his in turn. "If I say yes, will you be my girlfriend?"

He’s smiling, sweet and cute as he asks, and it makes you smile too– because this is much more like the Changbin you know and love. He giggles when you accept, and as the word "boyfriend" leaves you in reference to him, absolutely giddy to finally be yours. Maybe this is better than the way he always pictured it would happen; because this is more organically you, what is more natural to your dynamic and the care you have for each other.

Leaning down, you softly press your lips to his, and even just a gesture so small is enough to spread goosebumps over his skin. It's so soft, slow, every sensation lingering even as you pull away to take a breath before kissing him again. No kiss he's ever had before compares to how it feels to kiss you; he doesn't think he's ever felt as positively electric as he does right now.

Is it normal for every touch of your lips to make him tremble so much? And his heart is already beating so fast, thumping loudly against his chest with each additional kiss and tracing touch of your fingers over his body. Down his arms, over his chest, underneath his shirt and across his stomach– all of it adds to the sparks in his veins.

His hands explore you too– eager, and a bit clumsy, but you find his enthusiasm infectious. He's so perfectly warm and soft, and you can't resist the urge to squeeze him in your hands– his soft tummy, his love handles, his defined pecs; you squeeze everywhere your hands can reach. Changbin lets out a soft, surprised squeak the first time, but he quickly grows used to it, and finds himself mimicking the way you touch him.

He starts with the leg not tucked between his thighs, hand trailing up and down the length of it before he squeezes. Then he moves on to your hips before traveling to your backside, then your waist, and finally your breasts. Even just feeling them over your clothes excites him beyond words, eager and happy to be touching you like he's dreamed of so many times before.

He likes the pleased hums and sighs you let out almost more than he likes the act of squeezing you in his palms, each sound just as pretty and soft as you are. He shivers when he feels your tongue swipe across his bottom lip, and he eagerly parts his lips for you. Your tongue slipping inside his mouth and swirling around his own makes him practically vibrate with desire for more.

Changbin follows you when you start to pull away from the kiss, eyes remaining closed for several seconds before he finally opens them to look at you. His pretty lips, still wet and parted, turn into a pout when you've gone further than he can still reach. His pout vanishes, however, when you start to pull up your shirt, and it makes you giggle; he really is just so cute.

You weren't wearing a bra beneath your shirt– you never do when you're relaxing before going to bed, even at Changbin's place. You always felt comfortable enough around him that you didn't feel like you had to sacrifice your comfort during your sleepovers, assured in the fact that he'd always be respectful towards you even if he happened to notice.

And while you're comfortable and confident, there's still a certain tinge of nervousness that bubbles up in the back of your mind that comes from being exposed to his eyes now. Tits are pretty– doesn't matter who they're on, or what shape they're in, they always look good; but it's almost funny how simply showing them to the person you like so much makes you nervous regardless of this fact.

You're not ashamed to say you've slept with a lot of people, and that a majority of said people have seen you completely bare– but there's none you've ever liked quite as much or in the same way that you like Changbin. It makes it more intimate somehow, so real, and you suppose that's the part that makes you nervous.

But oh, how his gaze fills your stomach with butterflies– because you don't think anyone's ever looked at you the way he is right now, with eyes sparkling in awe as he takes the sight of you in. He looks at you with pure wonder and adoration, in a way that is as sweet as it is full of lust and desire.

In his eyes, you may as well be one of the 7 wonders of the world– something worthy of reverence and worship. He'd do it if you'd let him– worship you until the sky itself falls and everything around the two of you crumbles. He'll show you in any way he can, with every kiss and every touch, that you always have been and always will be the only one for him.

"Can– Can I touch them? Please?" he asks, polite, sweet, and full of hope that you won't deny him. It's a little funny, considering how just moments ago he was touching you all over– but it's sweet too, how considerate he's trying to be now that you're bare before him despite how eager and worked up he is.

And really, you'd never dream of denying him anything– but you do have a request of your own to make too. "If you take your shirt off for me first," you tell him, fingers ghosting over his torso, "I want to touch you too, want to see every inch of you."

"Oh," he blinks, his cock that has been semi-hard for the better part of an hour stiffening more as it twitches in response to your words. "Yeah– yeah, of course, want you to touch me too," he finally breathes, wasting no time in lifting his back off the bed to pull his shirt up and over his head.

You giggle at the urgency in which he gets his shirt off, and he smiles back at you when he falls back against the bed. He knows he's eager and excitable, and he has no shame in showing it– he's wanted you way too much and for way too long to act like this is just a typical Saturday night for him.

Even if he makes a fool of himself, he'll be happy and it'll be worth it– because it's you he's doing it for, doing it with, and that's all he's ever needed. "You're so cute, Binnie," you tell him, and he smiles brighter, cutely scrunching his nose that way you love so much, and does whenever he's truly happy.

His hands reach for you first, cupping your breasts with an adorable pout of concentration and determination on his face. He's careful with his squeezes, well aware of how strong his grip can be and not wanting at all to hurt you. He rubs over your nipples with his thumbs, and then between his fingers, licking his lips as he watches them get hard enough to gently roll them.

He looks to you for approval, blinking up at you with hope for praise and affirmation that you like it, that he's doing it right. It makes you want to coo at him– but you resist, and simply reach your hand to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb as you instruct him to keep going. He all but melts into your touch, nuzzling his cheek into your palm and closing his eyes for just a moment to relish in it before he continues.

Changbin sticks his tongue out next, watching you carefully as he brings it to one of your pebbled nipples. You meet him halfway so he doesn't have to strain his neck from lifting it off the pillow, leaning closer to his face as you move your hand to thread your fingers through his curls.

His eyes stay on you as he alternates between where he licks, one of his hands always playing with the nipple that his mouth isn't giving attention to. The moan you let out when he sucks one into his mouth makes his cock throb, and truly, he's never felt as blessed as he does right now, with one of his many fantasies finally becoming a reality.

Still, he's thirsty for more– he wants to feel you everywhere, to hear your pretty voice sing him praises, to become so absorbed in each other's pleasure that everything else in the world fall away. He wants to envelop you with his body, he wants your touch to consume him, he wants you to both be equally messy and dirty and engrossed in bliss.

"Touch me now, please, anywhere, want you to," he pleads after releasing your nipple from his mouth with a small pop. His face is flushed the prettiest shade of pink, dark eyes soft and pleading behind his glasses, lips wet and hair a mess– you don't think you've ever seen anything more perfect and alluring than this.

It makes you want to dote on him, and you'll do just that– especially if it's something he wants as badly as you. "Anything for you," you oblige, giving him a quick, sweet peck to the top of his head before your hands are once again traveling over his body. You scoot down just enough to be able to reach his neck, pressing kisses beneath his ear before trailing them down.

Changbin intended to keep playing with your chest as you touched him, but he quickly loses focus, sucking in a breath and eyes fluttering closed as your tongue presses against his sweet spot. It's almost overwhelming for him– your hands squeezing the thick muscle of his arms and pecs while you tongue dotes on him, body squirming when your teeth lightly graze over the sensitive skin near his pulse point.

Similar to when you first squeezed him in your hands earlier, another squeak of surprise escapes him when you brush your thumbs over his exposed nipples– you guess no one's ever done that to him before. You hesitate a moment before repeating the action, wanting first to make sure it's something he's open to experiencing again. He's biting his lip and looking at you not with apprehension like you half expected to see, but curiosity and excitement.

So you do it again, and he gasps, back arching off the bed as his teeth sink further into his bottom lip. Fuck, he never thought he'd be so sensitive there– and he whines from deep in his throat when you comment on it. "You're so sensitive, Bin," you whisper in near awe, and he's half tempted to cover his mouth with his hand to suppress the moan you threaten to bring out of him with your soft fingers.

His cock is the hardest he thinks it's possibly ever been. You can feel it prodding against your thigh, and poor Changbin, he's so worked up and eager for stimulation that he can't help but grind it against you as you continue to rub his nipples between your fingers. In a different scenario, it'd be the bed or his own hand he'd be helplessly rutting against– but your thigh is all he has access to.

It makes him feel positively dirty, naughty, but he can't stop– even when the friction from the fabric of his clothes overwhelms him, his hips don't stop moving against you. You look down between your bodies, watch the wet patch on his pants grow as he continues to rut against your thigh.

You want to take one of his nipples into your mouth, but you don't want him to lose the friction against you– so you bend carefully, conscious of keeping your leg pressed against him between his thighs as you wrap your lips around the nipple easiest for you to reach. He whimpers– a high pitched sound you never expected to hear from him as you swirl your tongue around his hardened nipple.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh my god–" Changbin whines, bringing up his hands to once again cover his heated face. It's so embarrassing– how good it feels, how loud he's being, how he just can't seem to stop himself from seeking the delicious friction your thigh provides him. Overwhelming too, how close he is to cumming already, his body taut and high strung.

His hips begin to stutter, sweat steadily building on his brow, his stomach clenching as he tries his best to hold back the inevitable. "Are you close, Binnie? Gonna cum just like this?" you release his nipple from your mouth to ask him sweetly. Against your expectations, he quickly shakes his head– as if fighting against himself before he lowers his hands and looks at you with glassy eyes.

"Don't– don't want to," he tells you after another obscene whine, "wanna fuck you first, don't wanna cum until I fuck you." The way he looks at you as he says it makes your heart jolt and stomach twist. Messy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, pouty bottom lip swollen and red, eyes pleading and desperate.

God, he's fucking cute– positively delectable. You'll have to save eating him for next time, though; right now, you just want to give him everything he asks for. "You want to fuck me?" you ask him, reaching your hand down to dip under the waistband of his pants and underwear. It's sticky and wet, pre-cum smeared all over the inside of the fabric.

He keens, nodding eagerly as he squirms beneath the touch of your soft, warm hand. It's such a contrast from the prior sensation, but just as equally overwhelming. You stroke him slowly; just enough to keep him worked up, but not enough to make him cum. His eyes are fluttering closed, hands twisting the sheets beneath him, hips jolting up to meet your strokes.

"You're so thick, Binnie," you tell him, and he throbs from the compliment, whining almost helplessly. It's true too– you're not just saying it to make him feel good. It's not the longest you've ever held, but it's definitely the thickest– you can't even wrap your hand entirely around it. "Think you can help me get ready to take it?" you ask, needing to suppress the urge to giggle when he enthusiastically nods.

"Anything! I'll do anything for you, anything you need," he babbles, and you thank him with a sweet kiss that he happily returns. He whines when you stop touching him and pry yourself away, hips chasing your touch even though he's the one who wanted you to stop– his body just can't help it.

He watches breathlessly as you stand from the bed, sliding your thumbs into the waistband of your pajamas and slowly pulling them down along with your panties. He decides to follow your lead, scrambling to lift himself from the bed and pull the rest of his clothes off in one quick motion.

Both bare, you take a moment to stare at one another. You get a better view of Changbin's drooling cock, while he finally gets a glimpse at your pussy– and fuck, is it the prettiest thing he's ever seen. How did he get so fucking lucky?

You come back to the bed, and instead of letting you crawl back on top of him, Changbin gently guides you to the side of him and onto your back. You spread your legs for him once you're comfortable, and he props himself up on his elbow, looking down at your body, so gorgeous and perfect.

He isn't well practiced, so he mimics the actions taken in one of his favorite, more intimate porn videos. He starts with kissing you, slow but messy, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. His hand travels down the length of your torso, and he can't help but gasp and break away from the kiss when he reaches your core, and your arousal coats his fingers.

"Oh my god, do you– do you always get this wet?" he asks, almost mesmerized by how effortlessly his fingers glide between your folds. "Only for you," you answer; you don't know if he believes it, but it's true. The only other times you've ever gotten this soaked were in the privacy of your bedroom, when you touched yourself with Changbin's image at the forefront of your imagination.

He continues to rub his fingers up and down between your folds until his fingers are completely coated, and only then does he finally ask, "Can I.. is- is it okay to put my fingers inside?" He blushes when you smile at him and nod, spreading your legs further apart while telling him exactly what he wants to hear. "Yeah, please, I want you to."

He presses the tips of his fingers to your hole before he slowly pushes one inside, watching in breathlessly awe as it disappears inside your warm, wet heat. You're so slick that it slides in and out easily, and soon enough you're instructing him to add another, and then one more, to which he easily obliges.

He can't decide where he wants to look more; between your legs, where his fingers thrust steadily in and out of you, or to your face, beautifully contorted in pleasure– so he ends up alternating between both. "Is this– is it good for you?" he asks the next time he looks at your face, desperate to perform well for you.

If there's anything he can do better, anything he needs to do differently, he needs to know– he'll follow any instruction you give him in a heartbeat. "Your fingers– when they're all the way inside, can you curl them for me, please?" you ask, and he's immediately doing exactly as you tell him, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot.

"Like this?" he asks, sliding his fingers out and quickly pushing them back inside, curling them to hit your spot, and then pulling them back out to repeat the motion. You let out whines and breathless moans, voice quickly growing shakier and shakier as you try to keep talking him through it.

"Y-Yeah, just like that, keep– keep going just like that," you tell him, voice unsteady between your whimpers and moans, but it's easily the prettiest sounds Changbin's ever heard– he just knows he'll become addicted to them.

He's addicted to everything about you, really– all of it is so captivating. The sounds you cry out, as well as the ones coming from between your legs as his fingers thrust in and out of you. He's mesmerized by how your thighs tremble and twitch when he picks up his pace, by the rapid rise and fall of your chest, by the way your eyes roll back as he drives you closer to sweet release.

"Bin, Binnie– 'm so close, just need– need a little more," you tell him between quick, shaky breaths. "Tell me," Changbin requests, slowing down the motion of his fingers just enough for you to be able to speak with more ease, "tell me what you need."

"Here, touch me here," you instruct, reaching your hand down to point him to your puffy, neglected clit. "With your thumb," you add after you show him, and he nods, pressing his thumb to your clit as he resumes the previous, quick motion of his fingers inside you.

He can feel you clench tighter around his fingers, while the sounds that escape you soon pick up in volume. Your thighs squeeze together and limit the motion of his hand, so he sticks to simply curling his fingers while rubbing your clit with his thumb. It only takes a few more strokes of his thumb to have your back arching off the bed, his name coming out in a choked sob.

Changbin doesn't slip his fingers out of you right away, instead keeping them inside until your breathing starts to steady and your thighs relax. "Was it.. did I do okay?" he asks after you've caught your breath, and God, the way you smile at him– he's sure he's never seen anything more radiant.

"You were perfect," you answer, leaning up to wrap your arms around him and pull him into a kiss. "So perfect, felt so good," you continue between pressing kisses to his lips, "want you now." A shiver is sent straight down his spine; is this finally, really going to happen after so many nights spent hoping for it? “Do you have protection?” you ask after pulling away, and he pouts as he considers it.

He did have some, but.. how long has it been since the last time he had sex? He’s not confident he even remembers where he put them last; it hasn’t really been something pressing on his mind considering he discovered casual flings weren’t really his thing, and he thought the only person he wanted to have sex with, you, was unavailable.

“Uh, I think so! ..maybe?” he mumbles as he crawls over to his nightstand and starts haphazardly shoving things aside while searching through it. You giggle as you sit up and crawl over yourself, deciding to help him look for one in his messy drawer. “Ah, there’s one!” you point to where you see the corner of a packet sticking out from under the book you’re pretty sure he’s been reading on and off for like, 6 months now.

“Thank God,” you hear him mutter under his breath as he lifts the book up to grab it, and you giggle again; you don’t think there’ll ever be a time you don’t find him endlessly adorable. It wouldn't have been a big deal if he didn’t have one, of course, as you usually carried around spares in your bag, but there was something really endearing about his urgency to find one.

He’s pretty sure that the condoms expiration date hasn’t passed, but he still checks first regardless– better to be safe than sorry, and all. “All good?” you ask as you watch him check it over, and smile when he crawls back to you and plants a giddy kiss to your lips.

“Yep! All good,” he smiles, settling himself between your legs after you rest back against the bed. He’s honestly pretty nervous, but his joy to be with someone he loves so much does wonders for distracting his brain from the fear of not performing to some imaginary standard of perfection in bed.

Changbin stops when it’s time to open the condom, staring at it for a moment as if considering what to do. You’re about to ask him if he needs help, but he ends up speaking again before you can. “Uh, I know tearing it open with my teeth is sexy or whatever, but I think I’d fuck it up so I’m not gonna do that,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. Your silly boy.

“Don’t worry, you’re already plenty sexy without doing stuff like that,” you tell him. “Am I?” he asks, another cute smile spreading on his lips when you nod, and confirm that he’s very sexy. Cute too, you tell him, easily the cutest person in the whole world. And his eyes crinkle and nose scrunches in the way you love again as he giggles.

What amazing duality your boyfriend has; so strong and intimidating in physique, but with the softest, sweetest personality you’ve ever known anyone to have. He’s so perfect.

He rips open the packet with his hands, and the condom slips from his fingers when he first pulls it out, but he thankfully manages to catch it before it falls on you, or the bed. "My bad," he says with a shy, slightly awkward laugh; maybe he's more nervous than he initially thought.

He's suddenly extremely conscious of how fast his heart is beating, and of the tremble in his hands. "Want me to help?" you ask, smiling at him sweetly when he timidly nods. "Ah, yeah, if you don't mind," he mutters, and you quickly sit back up, placing your hands over his.

"Keep this one here," you instruct as you bring his hand to the base of his cock to hold in place and keep still. "And then we're gonna roll it down, like this," you guide the hand holding the condom to the tip of his cock, helping him spread it smoothly down his length with your fingers atop his.

If it were anyone else, he might feel embarrassed or a little ashamed over needing help, and for needing to be guided like this with something he feels most guys his age already have perfected. But with you, it just feels sweet and intimate; he can tell there's no judgment, and you're not going to make fun of him for not quite knowing how best to do things.

He's safe with you. And he's glad that out of all the billions of people in the world that he could've met, befriended, and then fallen in love with, that it was you.

You lay back against the bed after Changbin thanks you for your help with a kiss, but you notice he still looks nervous, so you hold up your hand to offer it to him. He smiles as he takes it in his, and you give him a reassuring squeeze after he intertwines his fingers with yours. He uses his other hand to align himself with your hole, and takes a breath before starting to finally push himself inside.

You both squeeze each other’s hand; Changbin because fuck, it already feels so good even with just the tip inside, and you because even with 3 of his fingers prepping you for his cock, it’s still a stretch. He’s pushing inside slowly, and it’s thankfully to both your benefit– because he’d definitely cum if he didn’t, and you’re sure there’d be a sting if he pushed it all in at once.

He whimpers as he bottoms out, his hand still squeezing yours as he tries desperately to ground himself. “God, you feel so good, can’t– can’t believe how tight you are, oh my god,” he whines, absolutely sure that if it wasn’t for the condom he would’ve cum from the very moment he felt your walls squeezing around him.

“You’re big,” you reply breathlessly, reaching your free hand up to the back of his neck to pull him down, closer to you, “so fucking big, feel so full.” “Fuck, don’t say that, I’ll cum–” he groans, and you can feel his cock twitch and throb, as if it to confirm to you he means it. A kiss is the only apology you offer now that his lips are in reach of yours, and he lets go of your hand to prop himself up on his elbows.

He rests his forehead against yours when he pulls away, and slowly, he starts to pull out. “Gonna– gonna fuck you now,” he breathes, pulling out almost completely before slowly pushing back inside, “gonna, oh– fuck, gonna make you feel good too, promise.” You bite your lip, muffling a whine as he continues to build his slow, but steady pace. You don’t think you’ve ever been fucked slowly by anyone, but fuck, it feels good.

You hold his face in your hands, kissing him deep and messy, with your tongue shoved as far into his mouth as it’ll go. You’re both panting by the time one of you pulls away, and oh, when he looks at you– his heart feels like it could stop right then and there. You’re so beautiful, he’s so in love with you, and the way you look at him so full of tenderness and adoration makes his head spin.

He buries his head into your neck as he starts to fuck you faster, genuinely afraid that he’ll cry if he looks in your eyes any longer. You wrap your arms around him, clinging to his body as you start to roll your hips to meet his thrusts and help him to hit your spot. He moans your name, one of his hands snaking underneath your body to pull you even closer.

You’re pressed to him, chest to chest, bodies hot and sweaty. His face feels unbearably hot, and when he lifts his face from your neck, the lenses of his glasses have almost completely fogged over. “Bin, oh my goodness,” you giggle as you reach up to take his glasses off for him, and he giggles too, though it’s quickly cut off by another moan.

It’s easy to tell that he’s getting close, and it really comes as no surprise– he’s been so hard for so long now, and he purposely staved off his orgasm just for this moment. His thrusts become more desperate, the throbbing of his cock more constant as he squeezes and holds you tighter. His pace isn’t perfect and his thrusts aren’t precise enough, he knows, but he hopes he’s still doing well enough to at least uphold his promise to make you feel just as good as he does.

He can feel you trying to snake your dominant hand between your bodies, and he pulls away from you enough to make it easier for you once he realizes what you’re trying to do. He tries to watch, but the very moment your fingers start to rub your clit, you clench around him and it makes his eyes roll back as he moans.

Changbin whimpers when you moan his name, hips stuttering and thrusts becoming erratic. “C-Close, oh my god, ‘m so close,” he whines, begrudgingly letting you go so he can dig his fingers into the mattress instead so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. His knuckles quickly turn white, and though it makes him emotional to do, he looks you in the eye.

It’s now that it really sets in just how much Changbin cares about you. There’s no one else he’d ever do this with, no one in the world he wants more than he wants you, and you can see it in the way he looks down at you. His furrowed brows and watery eyes, his bottom lip that trembles, the desperate, almost pathetic cries of your name. He lets you see his most vulnerable self, because he trusts you and loves you.

You reach to his face, cupping his face in your hand to guide him down to you. He thinks you’re going to kiss him, and you are close enough to, as he's able to feel your breath against his lips. But you don’t– instead you whisper words that make his world tilt on its axis, a loud, desperate moan escaping from deep in his chest as he cums.

"I love you.”

He fills the condom with long, thick and sticky spurts, his entire body trembling. In turn, it only takes a few more strokes of your fingers to cum again, your eyes rolling back as the white hot pleasure licks over every inch of your skin. Changbin collapses first, careful to fall in a way that won’t completely smother you beneath him.

He pulls out slowly after he catches his breath, and then carefully removes the condom from his softening length. He leans over your body to toss it in the trash bin near his bed before he falls back down next to you, and wraps an arm around you to pull you closer. You end up in the same cuddling position you were in at the start of the night, with Changbin half on his back, and you with an arm thrown over his body and leg tucked between his.

You’re naked this time, there’s an “Are you still there?” pop up on the tv that’s since gone ignored, and you told Changbin you love him. So it’s better, he thinks; everything about where you are now is better. “I love you too,” he finally says, and you giggle, scooching up so you can kiss him. “Took you long enough to say it back,” you say, and he giggles too, happy beyond words to finally have everything he’s ever wished for.

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Word count: 9.3k

Pairing: Liu Kang x F!Reader

A/N: This is a bit different to my other works so far, at least it feels different! I am stoked about the people who encouraged me to write this!! You guys have been the kindest to interact with and really encourage me to keep writing <33 (P.S. If you're having trouble picturing the position in the smut scene, it’s pretty close to the full nelson, hopefully you can picture it with just my description though 😅😅)

Summary: Through a series of unfortunate events, you find yourself befriending a God and making his life more difficult, it’s just a bonus that he’s friendly, kind, and really hot.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, fingering, grinding, p in v sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, Liu Kang might be a little ooc and I am sorry but he’s hot and I had to write for him.

Living in the temple with Liu Kang is an odd feeling, you’ve been here for a while now, but you still feel out of place. Maybe because there isn’t any real reason that you’re here, you know he has plans and is a Fire God and something about a tournament with another realm, but you don’t fit in to any of that. You’re just some person he felt bad for after making friends with and is now allowing you to stay in his temple????

To be fair, he didn’t really befriend you, he asked if you were okay and then you held him verbally hostage. He looked friendly and so you started talking to him, something you would usually be too reserved to do. Having conversations with strangers isn’t something you’re in the habit of, and you especially don’t start them, but you’d had a series of unfortunate events happen to you in the course of a week and he looked nice. You think he was too polite to ask you to stop talking to him, but he eventually engaged in the conversation.

It was a little cafe not far from where you used to live, Liu Kang had been there by chance, he tells you now that there was something he had to take care of in that area, but he kept coming back after that first encounter. Every time you were there, he was also there, and he listened to you.

When you first met and spoke with Liu Kang you complained about how your partner broke up with you but actually he was cheating on you and had been for months, so you had to leave his apartment, which was originally yours before you were both on the lease. But you didn’t leave by choice, he locked you out and left your stuff in front of the building, which obviously, some of it was missing.

Whether he kept it or if some of it was taken by strangers you aren’t sure, but it sucks either way, you didn’t tell Liu Kang that last thing at the time though. Being kicked out of your own apartment and cheated on was embarrassing enough, he didn’t need to know you were also robbed.

While visiting that café everyday hoping to see Liu Kang, your personal circumstances kept getting worse, you didn’t keep bombarding him with your issues though. He was nice and funny in a polite way, and he was becoming a friend to you. So, you didn’t say anything to him but the friend you had been staying with turned out to be who your partner was cheating on you with, so you had to rush to find another place to stay, which you managed. And things would’ve been okay from there if you hadn’t lost your job due to cutbacks in that same week, so not only were you living off your quickly depleting savings, you were also trying to find a job, while living in a shitty, tiny apartment, an apartment where, if you had all your furniture, you wouldn’t be able to see the floor.

The only thing you looked forward to were the afternoons in that café talking to and getting to know Liu Kang. It was unfortunate luck when your ex-friend and ex-partner walked in and saw you talking with him. They didn’t mind their own business, and that was how Liu Kang had found out how much worse things had gotten for you in the few months you had been meeting with him.

After he learned about the extent of things he brought up living with him at the temple, he said it would be more for him than for you, claiming to need help and that you were perfect for it. But you knew he didn’t really need any help; he’s a literal God and you’re just a person. So, you kept declining, he’d bring it up once a month and you would tell him no every month, determined to make things work for yourself.

But eventually, you were fed up with all the dead-end jobs and being dismissed after only a few weeks, you were looking down the barrel of eviction and you caved, asking Liu Kang for help. Something he was more than happy to provide.

It felt odd, making friends with a stranger, only to find out he was a God and then that God feeling so bad for you that he offers to make your life easier by letting you live with him at his temple. You can’t help but feel pitiful about giving up all your responsibilities and running away but there wasn’t anything left for you in that city.

Staying by Liu Kang’s side has introduced you to so much beauty, it’s expanded your small world, and you don’t feel even a little bit of regret for leaving, not anymore. Though you still feel out of place, your heart is at peace.

Currently, you’re drinking tea with Liu Kang, it’s something you two do every afternoon and it reminds you of the café. Even though he’s busy, he always has tea with you, every afternoon.

Conversing with him always starts the same way, you say something completely random or make an observation and he sighs at your inability to sit in silence for more than a minute at a time.

“You know, I think he still has my favourite book.” You say in reference to your ex.

There’s a book you owned, and it was a classic, not worth anything, but you had annotated it to high hell and the love you have for it is shown in your scribblings and all the sticky notes. It’s something you immediately noticed was missing but never said anything about.

He has a confused look on his face, “What? Why didn’t you ask for it back?”

“He’d just say that I lost it, or that it got stolen when he left my boxes outside the apartment,” You shrug at him.

“He… left your belongings… outside of the apartment, where strangers could rifle through them… and steal from you?” He questions, his tone is calm but the pauses in his sentence display contempt.

“Did I not tell you that?” You wonder.

He’s looking at you, eyes squinting, scrutinising you and trying to determine if you were purposefully keeping that from him, “No… you have not mentioned it.”

In all honesty, you thought you had already told him that. You aren’t trying to hide it anymore, it’s already done. You just feel a bit sad about your favourite book, you’ve been wanting to reread it lately and you like reading the notes you’ve made previously as you do.

“I was just thinking about the book, it was annotated,” you sigh.

“I can take you to go get it, if you’d like?” He offers.

“He probably won’t even admit to having it, let alone give it back but thank you.” You offer him a smile, he’s always so kind to you, a gentle God.

He considers you for a moment, “I have some books, if you’d like to read them.”

“I found your library months ago, read a bunch of them but it isn’t the same.” You appreciate his suggestion, but other books can’t compare.

He sips at his tea, before saying, “You’re picky.”

“No, it’s just that I cultivated that book with all my thoughts and feelings on the story and now it’s gone,” you huff out.

Liu Kang frowns a bit, thinking about your words, “I do not like him.”

“Neither,” you laugh, “You know, he wasn’t even worth it, never made me org–” you stop abruptly, realising what you were about to say… to a God, “Uhm what I actually mean is, he was a… bad partner, not… attentive?” It comes out like a question, but you aren’t asking anything.

He chuckles and shakes his head at you; he always seems to find you amusing, “That’s a shame,” he mutters.

You want to question him on what he means but he speaks again, “Why did you stay with him?”

“After a while, I felt… trapped,” you sigh, “He was kinder in the beginning of our relationship, but he grew colder, meaner, he didn’t talk to me… he didn’t like talking to me, always saying I talk too much,” you give him a wry smile.

He hums, “I like listening to you.”

You feel flush at his words, he does this sometimes, says something innocuous without realising how the kind words have you falling for him. But, it’s a feeling you don’t let yourself indulge in, for a number of reasons but mostly because you feel unremarkable compared to him. You feel small and your feelings feel unimportant, so you don’t entertain them, not wanting them to grow stronger with nowhere to put them down. He makes it hard though.

“I like talking to you,” you reply.

Relationships aren’t something you’ve had much success in, your only one that lasted longer than a couple weeks being the one where you lost your apartment, belongings, friend, etc etc.

“I sometimes wonder if he ever loved me,” you confess to Liu Kang.

You stayed out of obligation and convenience, leaving was too much effort, but why did he stay for so long, only to do what he did. Sometimes you feel sick thinking about it, because if he never showed you love then what does it look like? And are you capable of recognising it in someone else? In yourself?

He puts a hand on your shoulder, “I can hear you thinking from here, stop it.”

“You can hear thoughts??” You’re a little worried as you say it.

He restrains himself from rolling his eyes at you, “Not what I meant; I cannot actually hear your thoughts.”

“Oh thank god, don’t say things like that.” You place a hand over your beating heart.

“Why would I be able to read minds?” He queries.

“I dunno, you’re a God, you can’t say stuff like that, I’ll take you literally,”

He hums, “Noted.”

Both of you sit in the silence, normally you would say something else but for once you’re a little lost for words. Still wondering if you’ve ever been loved, properly. An ache fills your heart, and you aren’t really sure what it means.

Liu Kang’s grip squeezes on your shoulder, drawing your attention back to him, “If he never loved you, then he is a fool.”

And there it is again, something meant as comfort said so tenderly to you that your heart feels like it might implode.

“Thank you,” you say, hand coming up to rest on top of his.

He looks deep in thought for a moment, “I think you should learn self-defence.”

It’s abrupt, the way he brings it up, you pull your hand away and turn so you’re facing him properly, “Why?”

“I think I would feel better about you being a part of this world, if you could defend yourself.”

You consider his words, your lips pouting in thought, “I’d rather not.”

His response is to frown at you, “Why not?”

“I’d rather not, just ‘cause I don’t wanna have strangers train me or whatever, don’t like the idea of being touched by them,” you say it flippantly, waving a hand as you do.

You know he would want to take you to that academy or have someone specifically train you, but you aren’t fond of strangers, and you especially don’t like the idea of their hands positioning you and such, it’s a very uncomfortable idea.

Your face must be betraying how much you dislike the idea, “Stop making that face,” Liu Kang sighs.

“Sorry,” your face drops into a neutral expression, you hadn’t realised you were making one.

“Things are going to pick up soon, I would feel better if you’d consider it.”

You frown again, this time on purpose.

He looks into your eyes, it feels like he’s trying to stare you down, “That won’t work, I don’t like being touched,” you remark.

He raises a brow at you, “You let me touch you.”

You look away from him and mumble, “That’s different.”

“How?” He inquires.

How nosey of him, “It just is…” you shrug at him.

“What if I teach you self-defence?”

You look back to him, “Maybe.”

If you had a choice, you’d rather not be taught any kind of self-defence, but you guess if it’s Liu Kang teaching you, you could be amicable to that, eventually.

Both his brows raise, “Are you going to make this difficult for me?”

You repeat your previous answer, sly smile on your lips, “Maybe…”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

It’s been almost a full week since that conversation with Liu Kang, you keep putting off training with him. He’s a patient man but you think you’re slowly chipping away at it. His concern for you growing the more you put it off.

You understand that things will be changing soon, with his champions and what not, but he keeps you fairly separate from all that anyways. You know of the Lin Kuei and their involvement, along with the brothers but you’ve not met them, and he’s not asked you to. So, you aren’t really sure why he’s become so caught up on getting you some kind of training.

It’s late in the evening and you’re walking to the library, which maybe you shouldn’t be, but you feel the need to read something. Get your mind off of everything that’s been happening. Maybe you’ll find a new favourite book and annotate that.

But because you have the luck of someone who’s broken a mirror every day, it starts bucketing down rain. Usually, you enjoy rainy weather and a good book, but this isn’t that. You’re walking the temple grounds one minute and the next you’re fully drenched, down to the bone. Clothes soggy, shoes filled with water, and to top it off, the torrential downpour is making your visibility awful. You can’t make heads or tails with all this rain; it would probably be just as bad even if it wasn’t dark out.

Just your luck, there isn’t much you can do but stumble blindly through the grounds, hoping you’re going the right way. But predictably, that is not a good idea, you’re about as wet as a person can be, shaking from the cold breeze, you need to find shelter somewhere soon.

Some of the buildings are recognisable, you think? You can’t really be sure, but you think you recognise the building Liu Kang resides in. Hobbling up to the door, you knock on it, hoping that some higher power takes pity on you and that Liu Kang is home… and also awake.

And wouldn’t you know it, he’s not home, the only solution you can think of is to sit under the small shelter surrounding the building, to at least prevent yourself from getting any more wet, not that that’s even possible at this point.

The rain doesn’t stop, the rate at which it’s coming unchanging. Spending all night here is not a feasible option, sadly, you will have to move again and hope you find your own quarters or somewhere open you can tuck into. It’d be embarrassing to sleep on Liu Kang’s doorstep only for him to trip over you in the morning.

You decide to try knocking one last time, maybe he didn’t hear you. Wrapping your knuckles against his front door, you knock harder, wishing for him to be home and that your first knocks went unheard.

Waiting a moment before you give up, he’s obviously out doing some God business or whatever, you don’t really question his movements. Turning your back to his door, you look out at the rain, working yourself up to going back out into it.

Just as you step out into it again, you feel a hand grab your upper arm and pull you back, bending your head back to look up, you realise it’s Liu Kang and a relived smile breaks out across your face. You turn around to face him properly and he lets go of your arm.

The look on his face is one of complete confusion, “What are you doing out in this rain?”

“I was looking for the library but then it started raining… and I got lost but I recognised your building, and I knocked a couple times, but I thought you were out, so I was gonna look for somewhere else to try and get warm.” You’re shaking like a leaf in front of him, teeth chattering as you talk.

He frowns at you and grabs you again, pulling you inside. The escape from the unforgiving wind is very welcome to you.

“Why were you out this late to begin with?” His eyes are firm as he looks at you.

You look away from him, feeling like you’re being scolded, “I… wanted to read a book… can’t stop thinking and I can’t sleep.”

You’re standing in front of him and staring at the floor below you, still shivering involuntarily, a puddle of water being created on the wood, “Do you have a towel, your floors getting wet.” Your head nodding downwards to the puddle.

“I am not worried about my floors,” he sighs, “Come with me.”

You shuffle down the hall after him, you feel like a wet cat who got caught outside when they’re meant to be inside. There’s a trail of water droplets trailing after you, you feel bad getting his floors all wet, you’ll have to remember to clean up for him.

Following behind, you properly look at him and notice his upper half is bare, only in pants for bed, you can’t help but stare at his large frame and muscular back. It’s a very human display, for him to be shirtless and in sleep pants, his hair down, he looks good, but he always looks good. You feel like a silly mess.

He leads you into his bathroom and hands you a clean towel, “Have a shower, get warm.”

You stand there looking at him for a moment, “What will I wear?”

Liu Kang walks past you and further down the hall, you briefly wonder if you’re meant to follow him or start showering. You decide to pull off your jacket and slip out of your shoes while waiting.

His footsteps are coming back towards you, “Here,” he offers you some of his clothes.

You think about whether the shirt would even close, he’s always wearing shirts that show his chest and they don’t exactly look like they’d offer you any modesty, even if you do it up. You unfold the shirt and you’re thankful to see it will, in fact cover you.

“Something wrong?” He asks.

Shaking your head at him, you say, “No, I was just wondering if you gave me one of those shirts that doesn’t actually close properly.”

He sighs at you, “Have a shower, then we will talk.”

You drop the shirt down from in front of you to look at him but he’s already walking away and shutting the door behind him.

The showers heat is what you imagine heaven feels like, or maybe getting really high. Muscles that you hadn’t even realised were tensed finally relax and you feel like you could melt into a puddle on the shower floor. You hadn’t noticed just how cold you were, if you had stayed out all night you might’ve actually turned into a popsicle.

After you’ve washed and dried yourself off, you look at Liu Kang’s clothes, he gave you pants but you’re worried they won’t fit. Which is troublesome because you can’t put on your wet underwear, not unless you wanna squirm in place all evening.

Closing your eyes, you huff out a sigh, considering your options. Telling him that you have no underwear is a mortifying thought. So, you pull his shirt on and do up the buttons, it comes down pretty far on your body, which shouldn’t be shocking; he is a large man but seeing it come more than halfway down your thighs makes you remember the size difference.

Considering how far it comes down on you, you wonder if you even have to say anything. You decide it might be better not to say anything, the risk of whatever conversation would ensue undoubtedly would embarrass you to death.

Which, before you met Liu Kang, you never really got all that embarrassed but the effect he has on you makes you feel self-conscious of all your choices and little mannerisms.

Padding down his hallway, you meet him in his living area, he’s sitting on his lounge. Rounding it, you hold onto the hem of his shirt, you feel nervous; like he’s about to give you the ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ talk. It always worked on you as a kid, it’d probably work now too.

When he looks up to you, his eyes skate up your body slowly before he meets your gaze, “What’s wrong with the pants?”

“Don’t fit,” you mumble.

He nods at you, and you go to sit next to him.

“You smell like me,” he notes.

You had noticed that, his scent is overwhelming you, making you feel warm.

You change the subject, “Thank you, for the shirt and shower... and for letting me in.”

He looks concerned, “Why would I not let you in?”

You shrug at him, you aren’t really sure why you said it, maybe it’s the being locked out of your own apartment memories haunting you again. You fidget in your seat a bit, uncomfortable from both not wearing underwear and this conversation.

You change the subject, “Do you have a mop or another towel, I can dry your floors.”

He shakes his head at you, “You do not need to do that, I’ve already done it.”

He readjusts his position, moving to the side, one leg crossed on the couch and an arm coming up to rest on the back of the couch. He’s facing you completely now, you’re sitting forward with your knees touching, looking into your lap and toying with the hem of his shirt, conscious of the fact you aren’t wearing underwear.

“I would have done it,” you mutter.

“I know, that is why I did it first.”

You don’t say anything, which is out of character and it’s starting to concern Liu Kang.

“What were you going to do tonight? If I hadn’t answered my door,” he questions you, his tone concerned.

Your lips pout and you look away to the side, staring at his now very interesting wall.

“I dunno, I mean, I was planning to go back out and try and find my place or somewhere else warm at least, I wasn’t just gonna sit on your doorstep all night,” you shrug, still not facing him.

The couch cushions move as he shuffles a little closer, “That would have been reckless, your lips were almost blue before, you need to have more concern for your wellbeing.”

“I care about myself,” you turn to look at him, he had moved closer than you expected, you stumble over yourself a bit at his proximity, “…I do care, I didn’t know what to do and I made the best choice in that moment, it’s not like I wanted to go back into the rain… I knocked again… just in case you didn’t hear the first time…”

He looks at you intensely, it’s making you nervous and you look away from him, eyes turning downwards to your lap again, legs rubbing against each other as you continue to squirm.

“Look at me,” he says gently, you turn your head to look at him properly, he continues, “I am so aware of how human you are, and I worry about your safety because of it, you do not inspire confidence in me when you do stuff like this.”

“I think you’re taking this too seriously; I didn’t know it was going to rain and–”

“–That is not my only concern,” he gives you a pointed look.

“And we are back on this?” You ask.

He nods in response.

A deep sigh is pushed out of you, “You know, you are quite persistent… pushy even.”

“If you give in now, it would save us a lot of time,” he replies, making his stance clear, this is not something he is willing to compromise on. At least, not any more than he already has.

“I don’t understand why you want me to do this so bad? You’ve kept me separate from everything so far, so why would I need any kind of training?”

“For my peace of mind,” he says, rather abruptly.

Taking a deep breath in you let it all out at once, “You really aren’t going to let this go?” You ask, double checking.

“No,” he confirms.

“Then… I suppose… I will allow you to train me,” you huff, you’d cross your arms, but you’re worried about his shirt riding up your thighs.

He lets out a sigh of relief, “Thank you.”

You hum noncommittally, “This is such an unlucky night for me.”

He chuckles at you while getting up from the couch, “I am going to put some tea on, can you watch it?”

“Yeah,” you also get up from the couch and follow him to his kitchen.

Opening cupboards, he pulls out everything and puts the kettle on, then he wanders down the hallway leaving you to watch it. You don’t really know what he’s gone off to do, you’re a little peeved that you’ll have to be training for a possible threat, not even a tangible one. Plus you think he’s not telling you everything, but he seems to be a bit touchy right now, so you won’t push it.

Especially since you seem to be the reason why he’s being a bit short. But everything that happened tonight was just a series of unfortunate events, which at this point is par for the course for you. You don’t want to try and argue your case again though because, well, you were walking around an area you aren’t completely familiar with in the middle of the night, so you might be a little in the wrong.

Mindlessly, you watch the kettle, it feels a little ironic considering that old phrase, ‘a watched pot never boils’. From behind you, Liu Kang’s footsteps stop, you turn around to look at him.

“What were you doing?” You ask him, before you realise he’s holding all your wet clothes, including your underwear, the underwear that you are currently not wearing. Underwear that you should be wearing.

“What are you wearing underneath my shirt?” His gaze is even, unreadable.

“Uhm, well… like, r-right now?” You ask for clarification, your eyes wide.

“Yes, right now,” his tone is equally unreadable.

You suck on your teeth uncomfortably, “Well, right now… in this moment… I guess… nothing.”

“Right, thought so, considering I found these,” he holds out your underwear with one finger, showing them to you, “amongst all your other clothes.”

“Okayyyy, but you see…your pants didn’t fit and well, I didn’t want to put on wet underwear…” you avert your eyes from his, feeling exposed, “so, I decided, not to wear any…” You trail off, not really sure where to go from here.

He hums at you in understanding, “So, while I was telling you to care more for yourself…you were sitting on my couch, squirming because you chose to forgo underwear, is that right?”

You look upwards, feigning deep thought, “Mhm, pretty much, yeah…but I wouldn’t say I was squirming.”

“You were squirming, I thought it was because the conversation was uncomfortable.” He retorts.

“Well, it was…just in multiple ways,” you smile innocently at him, “Uhm, can I have those?”

“Are you going to put them on?” He asks.

You nod at him, “I was considering it, wearing wet panties has to feel better than this.”

His eyes close momentarily at your words, he intakes a breath. You feel ashamed to admit that this conversation is working you up, it would probably be for the best if you cover yourself properly.

Walking over to him you go to grab your underwear, but as you reach up to pluck them from his hand, he reaches further up. Not completely out of arm’s length but if you do reach up, you would be exposing yourself completely.

“That’s not nice,” you huff.

“It isn’t nice showing up on my doorstep just to get into my clothes and then sit on my couch with nothing underneath them.” His eyes are full of mirth.

“Can I just have my underwear…please?”

He pretends to be in deep thought, mimicking you from earlier, “Do you really want to put on wet underwear?”

“…Yes.” No. You don’t really want to, but not wearing underwear around someone who knows you aren’t wearing any is…horrifyingly revealing.

“So, you were fine not wearing any underwear when I didn’t know, but now you’d rather be uncomfortable in wet panties, instead of being bare?”

“You’re asking me too many questions,” you’re frowning at him, but he doesn’t seem to find it menacing, his eyes still playful.

“You normally enjoy talking,” he jests.

A scowl is pulling at you lips, “Liu can you please just,” you look away and huff, “give me my underwear,” you mumble it out.

“Is there a specific reason that you need them now?” His implication is heavy, and you are not admitting to anything, you’d sooner die.

Rolling your eyes at him, you grab your clothes from his other hand and walk over to his dining table. You place them over the back of his chairs, so they have the chance to dry.

He shows mercy and moves to you to give you your underwear. As you hold them you make a face of displeasure, they’re soaked still, and you really don’t want to put them on.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, brow raising.

“Nothing,” you lie.

He pushes, “Put them on then.”

This situation is too much for you, this side of Liu Kang paired with his bare skin is making you dizzy, your pussy getting wetter by the second. It’s incredibly embarrassing that, him knowing and teasing you for not wearing underwear, is making your skin hot and body yearn for him. Even more embarrassing that he seems to have some kind of inkling about your arousal for him.

“I will,” another lie, you are not putting these on.

“You know, your facial expressions are incredibly honest,” he observes.

You try your hand at a poker face and it has him smiling in response.

Giving in, you confess, “I don’t want to put them on, they’re too wet.”

His face is bright, pleased at his victory, “You are an odd person,” he teases.

You’re exasperated, “Can’t you just pretend to not know?”

“I can try.” He shrugs and gives you a sweet smile but it doesn’t feel sweet, not after what he just put you through.

You put your wet underwear on the chair next to your other clothes, preferably you would clean them but they’ll do for getting you back to your room tomorrow.

You huff past Liu Kang as you walk to sit on his couch again, still holding onto the hem of his shirt as you sit, not wanting it to ride up. Not willing to risk it, especially since he knows how bare you are underneath.

He makes the tea and brings it over to you, both of you sitting in silence. You can’t help but squirm a bit in your spot. Wanting to rub your thighs together for some kind of relief but that would be way too obvious. So, you try focusing on your tea, the flavours of it, the smell, the warmth.

But then your thoughts wander, and you’re thinking about Liu Kang’s arms, his chest, his tattoos, his hands, the playfulness in his voice, his eyes as he looked at you. The stern voice he used on you earlier, everything about him sets you alight, you huff in annoyance next to him.

You hear him sigh lightly beside you, “You’re squirming again.”

“No, I’m not,” a boldfaced lie.

“What’s wrong now?”

“Nothing,” you take another sip of your tea.

He grabs your mug from you, placing it on the table, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t need help,” you scowl at him.

His expression is dubious and not believing you for a single second, “Come here,” he pats the couch between his spread thighs.

Your face is shocked, “What for?”

He rolls his eyes at you, “I was not born yesterday, do you want my help or not?”

You argue, “Still don’t need help.”

Both his brows drop, “You’re sitting there, bare and squirming on my couch.”

“You’re supposed to pretend not to know,” you comment.

“I can only ignore so much,” he retorts.

You look at him for a bit, his expression unchanging, seemingly steadfast.

“How are you going to help?” You’re curious now.

“Find out,” he pats the couch again.

Looking upwards and away from him, you consider it for a bit, this might not be a great idea but he’s really hot and offering to help you, so against your better judgement you move over to him and sit between his spread legs. He moves forward, chest pressed to your back, his lips right by your ear.

“Can I touch you?” He checks with you.

“…Yes, please.”

He hums in response, his hand sliding down your body, resting atop one of your thighs.

Tapping it, he says, “Open your legs.”

Your skin feels hot but you listen and open them, the outside of your thighs touching the inside of his.

“Perfect,” he mumbles beside your head.

His hand slides down, caressing your inner thigh now, his other arm is wrapped around your torso, keeping you still. The hand on your thigh slowly inching closer to where you need him most, it feels like everything he’s doing is taking a million years. He’s taking his time to tenderly touch you, working you up more than you already are.

Your own hands come up to the one wrapped around you, holding onto his forearm, “Can you just… touch me please?” You ask him, voice the slightest bit breathless.

“In a moment,” his hand moves further away from your aching heat, instead tickling up the length of your inner thigh.

Your body feels like you’re about to vibrate out of your skin, his barely there touch turning your brain into mush. Slowly, his hand travels back up your thigh, and he cups your pussy, his two middle fingers slipping between your folds.

His chest rumbles with a groan behind you, “How long have you been this wet?”

You turn your head away from him and to the side, trying to avoid his words in your ear. It doesn’t work, if anything he can get closer, his head leaning down and breathing hot air onto your ear. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine in response, your teeth biting into your lower lip to supress the small sound you almost make.

“Probably when I confronted you, right?” He hits the nail on the head.

His fingers keep running through your folds, spreading your slick all over your pussy, the tip of his middle finger pressing into you the slightest bit, you cant your hips in response and he pulls away, instead repeating his previous motions of rubbing his fingers through your folds. His teasing pulling a huff from you.

“You know how I know?” he probes.

You shake your head at him, you’re a little bit curious as to what gave you away.

“I know because you are so honest, your facial expression, your movements, your eyes,” he practically purrs in your ear.

You shuffle against him, whether to get him closer or get yourself free, you aren’t sure but he holds you still against him. His fingers making a mess of your pussy, he moves them to your clit, giving you only the slightest amount of pressure. It has your hips rising to chase the sensation, wanting his fingers to be firmer. The arm around your torso pulls you back to him, holding you steady.

“You’re still squirming,” he comments.

“It’s –hah– your fault,” you quip.

“Mmm, is that so?” He wonders out loud.

Finally, he adds more pressure to your clit, the stimulation almost knocking the wind out of you, a small whimper falling from your lips involuntarily. Liu Kang hums appreciatively at your reaction to his touch. His nose runs up the length of your neck, tickling you.

“You seem to enjoy being touched right now,” he breathes the words against your neck.

He rubs circles into your clit, firm and even, never picking up or slowing down. Your hips wriggle against him, you want more, want him inside you.

A breath of air is pushed out his nostrils, amused at your movements, “Need something?” He’s still holding you firm, “If you do, you need to ask.”

“Want you to touch me,” you request.

Tone serious but his words have humour behind them, “I am touching you.”

“Want your finger, inside,” you whine at him, hating how desperate you must look and sound. No man ever having pulled you apart with such minimal contact but he isn’t just a man, is he?

His chest vibrates under you, his fingers slipping down to your pussy hole, middle finger pressing into you slowly. His large finger a stretch for you, his thumb rubs at your clit, trying to coax you into relaxing enough to take it.

“I don’t think you could be any tighter,” he murmurs to you.

Your hips are wanting to wiggle down onto his finger but you’re being held in place, when he does get his finger fully inside you, it has you instinctually trying to close your legs. Liu Kang tsks at you in disappointment, the hand around you briefly moving to place your legs over tops of his. You’re completely spread on him, the crook of your knees resting over top of his legs.

“This is embarrassing,” you mutter.

His hand moves back to hold you around your middle again, “You won’t mind soon.”

This man is going to be the death of you.

The finger inside you crooks up, stroking at your inner walls, the pleasure has your body writhing in his hold again. He pulls you back into his chest further and looks over your shoulder, down to where his finger is seated inside you. As his finger draws back from you, wet sounds follow the movement, and when he pushes it back inside, your cunt clamps down on it; a gasp jumping out of your throat.

He fucks his one finger into you continuously, your slick dripping from you, hips jumping against him. Eventually, you want more, want to feel fuller.

You pant out, “More, Liu – hah.”

He obeys, pressing his ring finger into you, his pace slowing to make up for the stretch, the small amount of pain not enough to bother you, your arousal outweighing it. Your hips grind down onto his fingers, taking the both of them deeper. His thumb rubs at your clit again as he fucks both his fingers into you, your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes glazing over.

“Getting all fucked out on my fingers, that’s cute.” He observes.

His fingers are completely seated inside you; your hips grind into his hand. He allows you the small moment to rock your hips back and forth. Before he suddenly starts fucking them into you, pulling them out and slamming them back in, the tips of his fingers brushing something devastating. The feeling has your body shaking and whimpers falling from your lips, he hums in delight at your reaction and targets the one spot. Fucking his large fingers into it over and over again, wanting to have you falling apart for him.

Your insides start twisting in on themselves, panting breaths coming quicker, an odd feeling overwhelming you. You go to warn Liu Kang, “Feels weird.”

Liu Kang can feel your walls clenching down on his fingers, “It’s fine.”

You huff out at him, both from the feeling and his response.

“Poor girl, her ex-boyfriend didn’t only never get her to cum, she’s also never orgasmed before, mmm?” He questions, taunting.

If that’s what this is then you guess you really haven’t orgasmed before, you could’ve sworn you had but it never felt like this.

You gasp at his words, uncharacteristic of him and also really hot. Your brows knit together as his fingers keep moving inside you, his pace picking up slightly. The wet squelching of your wet cunt prominent in the otherwise quiet house.

“Stop fighting it love, just let it happen,” he whispers into the skin of your neck. He leaves wet kisses against it.

Your skin heats up in reaction to the pet name, your pussy spasming around his fingers, a whiny gasp of his name ripped from your chest. You go to keel forward but he holds you to him.

“There you go,” he purrs into your skin, “Doing so good, love.”

Your thighs are shaking on top of his, small whimpers leaving you as he continues fucking his fingers into you, prolonging your high. Aftershocks wracking your frame, jolting in his hold, slowly his fingers come to a stop, your head had dropped forward during your orgasm.

His unoccupied hand comes up to press against your forehead and pull your head back to his shoulder, you’re panting against him. Chest rising and falling quickly, your eyes unseeing for a few moments after.

When he pulls his fingers from you, he holds them up to marvel at them, admiring the way your cum has sticky strings falling from his fingers when he parts them.

“Look at that,” he says with the brightest tone, genuinely enamoured by the sight of your cum on his fingers.

You shy away from the display, turning your head to the side, unfortunately for your self-consciousness, you see the way he sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks your cum off of them. The shameless display has your skin burning you from the inside out. After he’s sucked them clean, he wipes his spit off on your inner thigh.

“Can’t believe you were with a man who couldn’t make you orgasm for that long,” he says, almost out of nowhere.

You don’t respond, still embarrassed and a little fucked out, you don’t feel present in your own body. Wiggling against Liu Kang, you feel his very pronounced erection dig into your ass.

You mumble to him, surprised, “You’re hard.”

“Obviously, why wouldn’t I be?” he’s confused by your shock.

You remark, “You didn’t get any pleasure from that.”

“Love, I got so much pleasure from that.”

His response makes you blush.

“Your ex is some piece of work,” he claims.

You lift your shaky legs up and off of his, back to your previous position of outer thighs to his inner thighs. He lets you lay on top of him for a bit while you collect yourself, but you want to look at him.

Clumsily, you get up and shuffle around, climbing on top of him and straddling him, now face to face. You sit back a bit on his lap so you can see him properly.

“What’s wrong now?” He asks, feigning exasperation at you.

You don’t reply, instead lazily taking in all of his features, your eyes zero in on his lips. Wanting to kiss him but unsure if that’s crossing an invisible line. You don’t move, but you pull your eyes away from his mouth to look him in the eyes again.

Lightly rolling his eyes, he huffs out a sigh, his hand comes up behind your neck and pulls you towards him. His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, slow and sweet. At least it is until you shuffle forward and sit right on top of the bulge in his pants. You groan at the feeling of his hard cock pressed up against your bare cunt, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

His tongue explores your mouth, kissing you deeply. His hand holds onto your neck, keeping you in place for him to kiss you how he pleases. It’s is unlike any other, you’re realising now, you don’t think you’ve ever been kissed with so much desire, need.

Groans are pulled from his chest at the way you’ve started mindlessly grinding against him. His free hand coming up to encourage it, appreciating the friction. Having been hard for far too long with no relief. Your hands move to his shoulders, holding onto his warm skin.

You keep grinding clumsily onto his cock, back and forth along the length of it. He keeps his mouth on yours, his groans and your whines shared in it. When you pull back to breathe, his hand comes away from your throat and holds onto your other hip, using both his hands to drag you up and down his cock more forcefully.

You’re huffing out whimpers every time the head of his dick grazes your clit, Liu Kang is getting lost in the feeling of you soaking his cock through his pants. His head dropping back on the couch, you’re getting desperate on top of him. His dick is twitching under you, feeling him jerk against you has you rutting into him.

“Liu,” you call out to him.

“Mmm?” He hums to you.

“Want you inside,” you whimper.

His head shoots up to look you in the eyes, his hands stilling your hips causing you to whine pitifully. His cock jumps under you at the sound.

“Are you sure? Could barely take my fingers,” he’s double checking before getting his hopes up.

Nodding your head at him, you say, “Mhm, need it.”

His chest rumbles with a guttural groan, before he’s tapping the side of your thigh, asking you to stand on your knees for a moment. You lift yourself up and he pulls his pants down, enough to get his fat cock free.

The size of him shocks you slightly, his hands grab your hips again, pulling you down to sit on it. He starts the previous rhythm, grinding you down onto him, his cock slips between your folds, your pussy getting his dick wet and ready for you.

Gliding up and down his cock has your slick leaking from you and as you slide up, the head of his dick catches on your pussy hole, the feeling catching you off guard. You can’t help but push down onto his cock, stretching yourself on him, Liu Kang gasps at the feeling. His hands gripping your hips harshly, grounding himself.

Frustration grows in you at the difficulty of getting him inside you, so you force it and drop down quickly, more of his big dick filling your small cunt. The feeling too much, not so much pain but a large shock, your hands grasp onto Liu Kang roughly. His own body jerking forward, hips moving up on their own accord, a woosh of air exiting him like he’s been punched.

You whimper as your pussy contracts on his cock, right on the verge of an orgasm out of nowhere. Liu Kang realises this; his thumb moves to your clit and rubs quick circles into it. You’re cumming embarrassingly quick on him, his dick only halfway inside you and your eyes are teared up, your pussy creaming on him.

He growls enthusiastically at the sight and feeling of you cumming on him, only stuffed half full.

“Look at that,” he hums, “for someone who’s never had an orgasm, you cum easily.” He remarks.

You’re spasming around his cock, thighs shaking from holding yourself up.

“Sit down,” he says.

Taking a deep breath, you keep going, overstimulated and worried that him breathing on your pussy would have you cumming again. But you persevere, sinking down on him slowly, taking all of him in carefully. Eventually, you’re sitting on him, taking him to the hilt, the full feeling makes you dazed. Liu Kang’s head is thrown back slightly, his own gaze looking a bit fucked out, just from you sitting on him.

You can’t help but grind down into him, hips moving back and forth with him fully seated inside you. His big cock brushing against spots you didn’t know existed, it has you quivering on him. Your grinding gets desperate, and he lets you rut against him how you please, head leaning back and watching you squirm against him devotedly. Small grunts and moans escaping him every now and again. Your own noises more frequent and louder, your hands press into his pecs, using him as leverage.

His own hands leave your hips and instead come up and rest behind his head, holding it up. He’s leaving you to fuck yourself on his cock however you need. The sight of his torso stretched out and watching you blissfully ride him makes your pussy clench. Your clit grinding into his pelvis over and over is eventually what undoes you, cumming with a drawn-out whine, Liu Kang groans at the feeling of you cumming on him again. His self-control waning thin but he wears a large smile as you cum on him again, nonetheless.

“It’s my turn now,” he murmurs.

He manhandles you off of him, turning you so your back is to his chest, then he’s re-entering you from this position. The way he easily manoeuvred you has your heart beating and cunt leaking.

He feels different from this angle, feels delightfully deep. His arms come up and under the crook of your legs, holding them in his elbows. You’re spread so open for him; he slips deeper inside you and it has you keening. His hands hold your tits, playing with them, tugging at your nipples over his shirt. You’re practically immobile in this position, making you feel helpless.

His hands leave your tits and hold onto the front of your shoulders, his hips draw back, his cock slipping out slightly, before he’s shoving himself back inside you all at once. He repeats the motion over and over, fucking up into your immobile body, taking what he needs from you now. Your head falls back on his shoulder, whines and pants freely falling from your lips. Hands scratching at his thighs, grappling for some stability.

It shamefully doesn’t take you long again to finish, not with the punishing pace he set and the sounds spilling from his mouth right by your ear.

“Cumming again? Already?” His words are teasing but he seems overjoyed at your third orgasm on his cock.

His words have your cunt drooling on him, creamy ring at the base of his cock from all your orgasms. You’re silent when you cum this time, more pants than anything else, your pussy strangling his dick. He groans at the feeling of you shuddering on his cock, he continues fucking you through it, not stopping and holding you open.

The brutal pace he’s set is a lot for your abused cunt, the overstimulation getting to you. The pleasure shooting through you is sharp and you jump every time the head of his cock bumps up against something heavenly inside you.

“One more for me?” He asks you, feeling you getting close to the edge again.

You shake your head at him, “Too –hah– much.”

“You can take it.” He encourages, determined to throw you off the edge if you won’t go willingly, “Just one more, love.”

His words, his voice, it sends you over the edge, your orgasm is sharp and sudden. Punching you in your gut, a needy whine spilling from your lips, you’re shedding actual tears from the force of it. Liu Kang is still fucking up into you, pace picking up, chasing after his own high.

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” it’s barely coherent when you say it, you aren’t capable of actual speech at the moment, effectively fucked dumb by him.

A large and guttural groan is ripped from him, you can feel it in his chest. He’s cumming hard, releasing it all inside of you, he pushes you down as he fucks up into you. Holding your cunt to the base of him, grinding against you as he finishes. The sensation of being filled by him has your cunt fluttering around him.

You gasp at the feeling of his dick twitching violently as he releases inside you. He holds you to him for some time as he comes down from his own high, and then he’s gently untangling your legs from his arms. He slumps back into the couch, you’re careful to keep him inside you. Not wanting to ruin his couch more than you already have.

You feel limp against him, “You’re gonna get cum on your couch,” you warn.

He groans at you, disapproving of your observation, “Just keep me inside you.”

“That’s not gonna work…” You feel bashful as you add, “It’s leaking out around you.”

He pushes himself up and looks down from over your shoulder, wanting to see it for himself. A satisfied hum leaves him at the sight of his and your cum leaking out of you and down the base of his cock.

“Liu,” you press him.

His hand moves to your cunt and holds there as he slips out of you, holding your pussy, stuffing what’s leaking out back in. You thought he was going to keep his hand there so it didn’t get on the couch but this is the opposite of that, he’s scooping it off his pants, your thighs and the couch and then stuffing it back inside of you.

“You’re making an even bigger mess,” you worry, brows creased.

“It’s fine,” comes his nonchalant reply.

Eventually, after he’s satisfied with what he’s stuffed back inside you, he puts his dick back in his pants and picks you up. He carries you into his room and places you on his bed.

You sigh, “I would be more comfortable with a pair of underwear.”

“I have some boxers that would probably fit you,” he mentions flippantly.

“Why didn’t you offer that from the start?!” You exasperate.

“You didn’t ask, and then you asked me to pretend your bare pussy wasn’t on my couch,” he shrugs at you.

He grabs a pair of boxer briefs and hands them to you, he stands next to you so you have leverage when you stand up yourself. Your legs feel like jelly, you stand there struggling to even stand on both feet let alone one to put the boxers on.

He huffs at you, amused at your struggle, “Sit down, I’ll put them on.”

You sit back down and he slips them over your legs, after he’s gotten them up as far as he can get them while you’re sitting, you grab onto him and stand so he can tug them up the rest of the way.

You mutter at him, “Can’t believe this was always an option.”

He smiles softly at you as you crawl into his bed, you sit up against the headboard. On his bedside table you notice something.

“What’s that,” you ask, nodding your head at it.

“That’s for you,” he says, grabbing it and handing it to you, he sits on the edge of the bed next to you. Watching your reaction.

And when you realise what it is, you feel like you might cry because it’s the most perfect gift. It’s your favourite book but Liu Kang has gone through it and annotated the pages with his thoughts and feelings. It makes you ridiculously happy.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever been given,” you tell him, giving him a sweet smile.

“Would have preferred to get your copy back but I thought this was the next best thing,” he says.

You shake your head at him, “This is better.” You’re excited to read your favourite book again but this time with all of Liu Kang’s thoughts filling the pages.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A/N: Thank you for reading!!!! I had trouble with my characterisation of Liu Kang so I am sorry if you guys feel like I didn’t do him justice, but I appreciate any and all support!!! <333 I am down bad for this man atm so I had to get him out of my system. I have an idea for a miniseries of sorts or a part two at the very least, so if you guys like this one, I’ll write the next part <333 Requests are always open, that also goes for if you have any questions in general about me, my blog, or specific fics :)))

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atsumwah · 2 years

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about time

featuring : iwaizumi hajime

includes : you being oikawa's sister, brothers best friend trope, a teeny tiny mention of drinking, and you and makki being besties

notes : i legit put iwa and bo in the wheel name spinning thing bcs i was too indecisive to pick and iwa won three in a row....the universe apparently sided with this hunk 2day ! ignore the mistakes if you find any, i’ll fix em laterzzz :)))

being oikawa's sister had its perks.

you're instantly popular, you have boys queuing up to get your number, every girl in the school was nice to you ( though they only wanted to get closer to your brother but you didn't care honestly) so really there wasn't anything you can complain about.

except that you have the biggest crush on your brother's best friend.

it's not that he's just hot, like insanely godly hot, he's also really nice. all the years you've known iwaizumi, there wasn't a moment where he wasn't a gentleman to you, despite being together for so long people might mistake you three as siblings.

like when you were five and fell on your knees, he was the one who ran to get the first aid kit (damn your brother he did nothing but laugh, the audacity)

or when you were thirteen when you were scared to walk alone after school without oikawa because he was sick and iwaizumi offered himself up despite having his classes end way earlier than you (and continues to do so when your brother couldn't accompany you)

or when you were 21, drunk off your ass at a bar and having him pick you up, knowing that his campus was literally halfway across town but still came when he heard you sobbing at the other end of the phone.

the little things he does makes your heart flutter, toes curl and mind only filled with thoughts of him. he's the reason why your standards in men are so high and you aren't going to settle less than any of that. you weren't going to settle if it wasn't him.

even so, you're pretty sure he doesn't see you in the same light. again, you've known each other for years, you basically grew up together, so you're pretty sure he only sees you as his best friend annoying little sister (even worse, he's own little sister)

"why does he have to be like that, makki?" you whine, your head lulling to the right to rest on your best friend's shoulder.

"that being?" he teased, taking a sip from his drink as he eyed you from the side.

"you know, irresistibly hot." you gestured to iwaizumi who was working at the counter, "how am i supposed to move on if i see him everyday?"

"that's your own fault. you know he works here."

you did but that's not the point.

"still," you grumbled out, "thought i was being obvious enough. can't he just, i don't know,reject me?"

"honey, you and i both know he's oblivious as hell. i think you need to spell it out for him to get it."

you groaned, hitting your head against the table again.

"hey, what if i set you up with a guy? maybe you'll learn to move on." makki suggested.

it wasn't like the idea of meeting someone new hasn't crossed your mind before. it's just that, well, they're not him.

"did you miss the part where haji's literally perfect and most men aren't?"

"ahem."

"most men besides haji and you aren't."

"better." he said smugly before continuing. "what if i made sure he checks all your boxes, hmm? i know a lot of people."

"i don't know," you bit your lip, "i guess i trust you…"

"that's a dangerous thing to do, you know?"

your head whipped to the sound of his voice coming from behind you.

"i'm literally your best friend, dude."

"not by choice."

a chuckle escaped your lips at his bluntness.

"hey!"

"what are you talking about and why are you trusting makki with it?"

before you could even answer, makki did for you.

"we were talking about setting her up on a date," he said proudly.

"a date, huh?" he eyed you from the side, "thought you had all the boys lining up your feet, princess."

you're so unfair, hajime.

"they're not that interesting, i guess." you said instead.

"good. keep your standards high. you can't trust men these days."

"you're literally a man."

"i'm different."

"ahem." makki not so subtly coughed again.

"like I said, i'm different—ow— i will literally kick you, makki."

you only smiled, never agreeing more with a statement. he was different, or maybe there was something different about the way you felt for him compared to anyone else. and as much as you wanted something more with him, you're smart enough to realize that that dream was way out of reach.

maybe going on a blind date wouldn't be the worst idea.

***

"i'm so gonna kill you!"

"what'd he do?" makki said on the other line.

"not only did he criticize what i ordered, he even took some of my food and didn't even ask for it! he said and i quote 'a pretty thing like you can't finish this, right?' you know i don't share food!"

"i’m sorry bout that honey. he seemed pretty cool when i talked to him before. he did looked excited when he saw a picture of you."

"ugh men. that's it, i'm just gonna wait for my prince charming to come."

"so no more blind dates?"

"nope." you clicked your tongue as you opened the door to your apartment. "thanks hiro, i did appreciate the thought. i'm gonna call it a night."

"alright, sleep tight honey."

you removed the phone lodged between your shoulder and ear before dropping through keys in the bowl next to the door.

"you're home early."

you let out a gasp at the sudden intruder, your heart calming down when you realize who it was. "my god, how did you come in?"

"you gave me the keys, dumbass." iwaizumi shook the spare keys in front of you, then settled himself on the countertop. "so how was your date?"

"how'd you know it was today?" you took off your coat and immediately went to the refrigerator, taking out a can of—well two cans— of something that would probably make you forget your date.

"makki's not one to keep quiet, you know."

"right. well, it's a lost cause you could say."

"that bad?"

"yup," you downed it down immediately, wincing at the aftertaste. "what're you doing here anyways? it's late."

"had to make sure you got back safe." he said nonchalantly, "your brother would've nagged me if something happened to you."

"i'm a big girl, hajime. i can take care of myself." you said, annoyed, though your beating heart says otherwise. "pretty sure he's dying for me to get someone. he's always saying how i'm repulsing men."

"we both know that's not true, princess," he says.

ugh there it is again. that stupid nickname that makes you weak in the knees for the man in front of you.

"yeah well…" you started, avoiding his eyes as you spoke, "i appreciate you coming to check up on me but i don't need another brother breathing down my back, alright?"

you expect him to shrug it off or to roll his eyes like oikawa would but instead you're confused at his next words.

"do i really give off that impression to you?"

you turned your head towards him. it almost sounded like he was hurt. "what do you mean?"

"nothing." he says almost instantly after that. "nothing, i just— forget i said anything." and with that he goes off to grab his coat hanging by the rack.

but you were curious. because the way he said it seemed like it was out of surprise. like it's the first time he realized that.

"wait," you grabbed his arm before he could go. "tell me what you mean by that?"

was it the booze that made you act this way too? yeah probably.

" 's doesn't matter. forget it, alright?" he makes a move to leave but tug his arm out. you hold on tighter.

"tell me." you say, persistently. "i’m not letting you go until you tell me. i'll jump on your back right now even."

"let go."

"for someone bigger than my brother you sure are a wimp."

"are you trying to provoke me?"

"is it working?" you said before adding, "wimp."

"it's not working."

you pouted. "it always works with tooru."

"that's because he has a huge ego." he let out a yelp when you actually fulfilled your threat by jumping on his back. "hey, get off!"

"not until you tell me!" you locked your legs around him with your arms around his neck to stay determined. "this usually works on tooru too. only it involves a lot more hair pulling." you said triumphantly, before realizing how close your face has gotten to his. apparently he noticed it too judging by how wide his eyes are and how red he looks up close.

"if i tell you, you might hate me." he whispers, words only for you to hear.

"i could never hate you." that's ridiculous. you were literally in love with him, hello?

he looked uncertain, but eventually gave in when you were still stubborn to let him go.

“...i like you, y/n."

pardon?

"if you're messing with me, i will pull your hair out." you managed to say.

"please don't. mine doesn't grow as fast as your shitty brother."

"you're…for real then?"

"yes."

"then why would you think i hate you?"

iwaizumi winced, like the next few words were gonna be painful. "you said you think of me as a brother."

"because i thought you only saw me as a sister!" you blurted out.

"what?" his big saucer eyes matching your own. "what're you saying?"

"i'm in love with you." you bit your lip and continued on. "i've been in love with you ever since i can remember."

there. it was finally out, no takesies backsies. honestly it felt good to have that in the open. it was like ripping off a bandaid, painful but at the same time, relieving.

but then panic set in when he didn't say anything for a solid minute.

you watched as his face slowly turned red till the tip of his ears and his mouth opening, closing, as if still figuring out what to say. his hands moved first, slowly taking you off of his back and turning your body so you were now hugging him from the front, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"so… we like each other?" he says, lips unbelievably close to your own.

"apparently."

"so if i wanted to kiss you, your would say…" he trails off, eyes solely focusing on your lips.

"i'd say it's about damn time, haji." you mimicked his movements.

"about damn time," he mutters before claiming your lips with his.

about damn time indeed.

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mikgreo · 4 months

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Gojo punishing his puppies!

satoru gojo, you, and his bff 🩷

nsfw minors dni.

au! where everyone is happy no one dies and theyre happy forever

satoru will always be here for his cute bunny!! even if his cute bunny decides to not be so innocent and turn out a cock hungry whore for his bsf, but thats okay! he can always punish you both. ♡

pairings: best friend! gojo x bimbo! reader , geto x bimbo! reader , geto x gojo

characters are probably ooc for the sake of the fic!! sorry..but hot men!!

Warnings: 18+ ,use of pet names, porn with the tiniest of plot, manhandling, degradation, threesome, oral (fem receiving), p/v sex, anal (masc recieving) pussy slapping, spitting, choking, slightest praise if you squint, virginity loss, hickeys, missionary, backshots. bimbo reader, lmk if i missed anything.

NOT PROOF READ SORRY!!😔

You knocked loudly on Gojo’s apartment door. You tried to clean up your runny nose, you did, and you also tried to stop your eyes from tearing up, but you couldn’t, not after you woke up extra early to get all cute for your boyfriend ex. you were supposed to go to a cute date just you and him, but instead you stood there like an idiot as you watched your own boyfriend make out with a girl outside the cafe you were supposed to meet him at.

you decided to show up early to surprise him. Instead he ended up surprising you. You didn’t bother confronting him. instead, you blocked him on everything. you didn’t know what to do, so you called your best friend.

“toru?” your voice clearly trembling from your crying.

“You okay, y/n? What happened, you sound shaken up-”

“Toru! are you home? need you really bad right now..please.” you didn’t know why you were calling him, it isn’t that serious.

“Yeah. ‘m home. friend’s over though, you sure you still w’na come?” he said, sounding unbothered. it was probably something about your boyfriend

“mhm. be there in 5.” you hung up. you wondered, was his friend cute?

here you were, infront of gojo’s door.

“Hey pretty, come in.” he hugged you slightly before you walked in

you bent over to kick your shoes off at the entrance. you only came to cuddle and let him comfort you like no other.

“ m’ so sorry im coming out of nowhere.” you smiled as you looked up at gojo through your lashes.

he was always taller than you maybe by a couple feet. you always admired his beauty, how his hair was so soft and perfectly layered. his blue eyes, the way he looked at you, a way he never looked at anyone else. his pale skin, and his pink perfect li- what am i thinking. you stopped before you got too carried away.

“dont worry sweetheart, its nothing. come, let me introduce you to suguru.” he took your wrist gently and pull you into the living room.

suguru? you thought. a part of you wished he looked as good as gojo.

“Suguru, this is y/n. Y/n this is Geto. I think its funny how both of my best friends have never met eachother.” he let out a slight laugh. so cute you thought.

“hi geto kun.” you gave him a bright smile. slightly crossing one arm to your other to press your boobs together “its nice to meet you!!” you giggled. he was cute, just like gojo, maybe he could be your next boyfriend.

“no need to call me by my last name, feel free to call me suguru, its nice to meet you too.”

he smiled back at you. he didn’t say much but you didn’t mind. he had a soft voice, higher than gojo, but still a tiny bit deep. it made you feel fuzzy.

“go ‘head and sit with suguru, im getting you a jacket. you need to cover up.” he glanced down at your outfit.

you didnt think you were wearing anything bad. a white crop top, tied around your neck by strings, with a jean miniskirt, leg warmers and of course your white toes.

yes maybe you were showing your breasts to much.. and nipples, and stomach. and too much thighs and legs. but you thought it was fine, a part of you wanted to be seen like this.

“hi suguru kun!! watchu watching?” you skipped over to him, making your boobs jiggle on purpose. you caught him looking.

“i dunno, some action movie. you gonna come sit with me and watch the movie, pretty?” he said tilting his head slightly, smiling, while patting the empty space on his left.

you were surprised at his boldness, maybe it was because gojo wasn’t here you thought. you paid no mind and went along with it.

“mhm, dont mind if i do.” you sat next to him, your plush thighs touching him. he was about to place his hand on your thigh until..

“hey, y/n here. i got u some pants and a hoodie.” he was clearly ticked off, jealous maybe?

“I dont wanna!!” you whined, as you got up. feeling geto’s eyes on your butt.

“mm.. theyre to big anyway toru!! and its so hot.” you hugged him as a way to convince him into letting you keep what you had on.

“atleast put the hoodie on, bunny.”

“why should i, hm?” you gave him a sly smile.

“so you don’t seem like an attention seeking whore to my friend.” he flicked your forehead

“ughh, fine.” you were definitely taking this off later.

gojo stared at you looking annoyed, “weren’t you just crying?”

oh. right, you remembered the whole reason you even came here.

“oh yeah, i forgot. I cought shin kissing some other bitch in-front of the cafe he was supposed to be taking me to, its nothing though, you made me feel better.” you smiled at him before grabbing a beer from the fridge. you chugged it before adding on, “i blocked him on everything though.”

“I dont get why you didn’t do that from the start.” he said flicking your forehead. again.

“ouch!!” you pouted

a few hours went by, you had gotten to know geto a little more, and you were pretty drunk, they both scolded you the whole time but you didnt care, you wanted to forget about your ex.

it was around 10pm when gojo decided to say..

“oh yeah, suguru is staying the night, so if you wanted to stay you might as well.” he placed his hand on your head before getting up from the floor where you were all sitting on from the previous board game.

“ i was .. hiccup .. plan- planning on it anyway.” you glanced over at geto, who was clearly staring at you.

you smiled at him before crawling over to him.

“hey. you’re cute..” you tilted your head and smiled. just looking at him made you feel fuzzy..

“hey. you’re drunk. come on get off before satoru comes back.”

“relaxxx~ hes gone! it’ll.. hiccup … take a while.” you scooted closer to him. lips ghosting over his

“dontcha wanna kiss me?”

“cant, even if i wanted too, pretty. your toru’s girl.”

you pouted at this. you didn’t like his rejection.

you quickly got up and rushed to find gojo, who was in his room getting blankets and pillows.

“toruuu!!!” you barged in

“yes bunny? whats up.”

you went up to him and pushed him onto the bed, half lidded eyes tracing over his features. you cupped his cheek.

“did you tell suguru we’re dating?”

“no, i didn’t, princess. why?” he raised a brow attempting to get you off, cleary failing.

“mm.. he wont let me kiss him. he said he cant.. because im ‘toru’s girl’, mm.” your finger tracing over his lips, legs closing in tightly at his waist.

he doesn’t look to happy, you thought.

“y/n, get off.” he said trying to push you off.

“why are you mad? you jealouss?” you were still on him, not going anywhere. you giggled at this.

“no, stop acting like a slut and just act normal for once.” his voice was stern. and harsh. he never talked to you like this, he was really mad.

you unconsciously started to tear up, maybe it was your drunk self, or your horny self, but you knew how to manipulate gojo into giving you what you want. what is it that i want?

“toru, m’ sorryyy..i love you okay? only you..im sorry for this.” you braced yourself. god you hoped your drunk self wasnt going to ruin everything.

“for wha-” gojo quickly being cut off.

there you were. cupping your best friends cheeks and making out with him, inviting your own tongue into his mouth. you grabbed his hand and placed it onto your waist. pushing him deeper into the mattress, gojo now laying down completely.

you pulled away to catch your breath.

“y/n. what the fuck are you doing?” he was confused but part of him liked this. he could never admit it right now though.

“satoru… im tired of pretending i dont like you. i dont wanna ruin anything but, hiccup..i love you. more than best friends.” you kissed his cheek, the corners of his mouth, his forehead and neck.

“y/n, your just drunk talking, you dont mean it.”

“m’ not. i mean it.”

“you’re a fucking whore.” was the last thing he said before yelling at geto.

“yo suguru, come here!” he manhandled you to a position where he was on top now.

“ya called?” geto came in.

gojo leaned into your ear whispering, “since you wanna be a slut, make a show for suguru, okay?”

“toru, i want you. i need you please..hiccup.. pleaseee.” you had no idea what was making you say this but you guessed it was just the horniness making you talk.

“suguru, your gonna fuck her, okay?” gojo glanced over at geto.

“with pleasure.” geto took his shirt off in one go and untied the strings of his sweats.

“t-toru! wait…”

“hm?”

“i want you..and sugu, to eat me out.” you covered your face with your arms.

“is that so, princess?” gojo grabbed the back of your knees and pressed them against your shoulders.

“hold on tight for me, ‘kay bunny?” he flashed you a smile. “suguru, ya ready?”

“let’s see what our puppy tastes like gojo ♡” suguru said kneeling down next to gojo spreading kisses down your thighs and tummy, putting your panties to the side and bunching your skirt up to your stomach.

“h..hurry.. need it, now, pl-please!” you were getting impatient for their touch. you felt like you were about to explode.

almost immediately gojo lapped at your cunt on command rubbing his finger up and down your hole while occasionally sticking his tongue in while suguru sucked on your puffy clit.

“n-ngh! a..hah! sug..toru! more more more..!” you began to blabble already to fucked out from barely any action.

“taste so fuckin’ good, bunny.” satoru said sticking his digit inside your weeping and needy hole. “look how wet she is, suguru ♡” he said pulling out his finger pulling it up so geto could see.

“mm..she’s so pretty, all wet glistening in her juices.” geto grabbed gojo’s wrist and pulled his middle finger up to his mouth, sucking off all your juices.

gojo blushed at this.

“tou..touch me, touch me mor- hah! ngh yes.yesyesyes!!” your head rolling back into the mattress, and you swore, there was stars on the ceiling.

gojo stuck in 3 digits inside your leaking pink hole. “gotta get you niceee and ready, love. don’t want me and sugu-chan hurting your poor cunt do we now?”

he giggled seeing your flushed and confused expression. gojo moved out of the way leaving geto to eat you like a starved man. “h-hah!! wha.. you? sugu?? cant..take..both cant..at once! nghh, suguru!”

“im sure you can, be a good girl and let us stretch you out, hm?” gojo grabbing geto, who wouldve probably never let go of your pretty cunt, by the hair to get him off and fully undressed.

“but before that, im gonna get suguru to stretch you out okay?” he goes to your side caressing your cheek. “you’d like that wouldn’t you? you just love sugu-chan so much you want him to stretch you out nice and good, hm?”

“t-toru!! cant… i..im a ..” you hesitated. fuck it. “virgin! virgin, im a virgin toru toru… ngh!” you could barely talk with how geto’s fingers curved and scissored across your gummy walls.

he laughed. “pfftt, you act like a slut and you’ve never even gotten any action, you’re such a whore.” gojo wrapped his hand around your neck choking you softly.

“Suguru, you okay with fucking a virgin dumb?” gojo flashed him his fangs as he smiled, softly slapping your cheek.

“i’d be more than happy.” he pushed your legs further onto your shoulders aligning himself at your entrance.

he spit on your cunt and gave it a slap, earning a muffled moan from you as gojo bullied his tongue into your mouth.

“breathe, ‘kay? and relax, im ‘bout to go in.” he slapped the side of your thigh to make sure you heard him.

“mm-mhm!!” you mumbled, gojo finalizing the kiss by biting your bottom lip, kissing your forehead after. “get ready, baby. it wont hurt, if you just welcome him in ♡”

geto slowly pushed in your tight little hole.

“n-ngh! hah..big..big!!!” you looked down, realizing this was the first time you saw geto’s dick. it was thick, you would have to guess it was around 6 inches from what youve seen in those porn videos.

“suguru, don’t go easy on her, dont hold back. its her punishment for being such a whore.” gojo said finding his way into the crook of your neck giving you hickeys.

“sorry, princess.. hold your breathe for a sec yea?”

you were confused at suguru’s request, but you complied too drunk to understand. and suddenly-

plap!!!

“F-FUUUCK!!. ngh..ya….hah.. ow, sugu.. too much.. too-t- big!!” you struggled against the two boy’s hold on you.

suguru began to slip in out of you, occasionally stopping to bottom out all his length inside your cunt.

“so! soo good. more!! faster sugu please!~” crossing your eyes, your whole body moving up and down from his thrusts.

“can..feel you! in my tum..my!!..mm” you were cock drunk.

“toru..touch..touch me!!” you looked at him with heart filled eyes, you wanted him to touch you too.

“such a brat. at least say please, ya dog. so nasty and needy.” you slapped your cheek making you shamefully moan. “knew you’d like that, fuckin’ whore.” he slapped your pussy occasionally rubbing your clit.

“yes!! yes so good! toru, sugu! im..im..close closecloseclose..!!” you lolled your tongue out, eyes teary, pools of drool coming down your tongue.

“ya on..ngh..the pill, doll?” suguru said while getting sloppier with his thrusts.

“yeah, she is.” gojo speaking for you, being too fucked out to respond.

“can i c-come..inside, satoru?” geto said glancing over at gojo, him taking notice of geto’s sweaty trembling body knowing he was about to burst.

“go for it, didn’t know ya was a fuckin’ dirty slut just like y/n.” gojo walked over behind geto, biting on his ear lobe lovingly. teasingly.

“fu..fuckk….cant!! cant hold..” geto gave his last thrusts, shooting warm ropes in your cunt.

“hhaa!! so warmm.. ngh..!! good..”

“creamin’ all over suguru’s cock huh, princess? just like the fucking slut you are.”

gojo pushed geto down, making him shift his weight on your tiny body, bending him over making sure geto was still inside you.

“sat-toru? what the fuck.. hey..he-ngh!~ fuck..” geto protested, but getting interrupted by gojo spitting down his ass, wetting his hole.

“punishment for being cock-whores, sugu-chan and y/n ♡”. gojo sticked two fingers inside geto’s warm unopened hole.

“sugu…again..please! so ..horny.” you said cupping his cheeks, lips meeting. eventually sloppily making out as geto started to begin his slow thrust.

you felt his dick twitch as he moaned in your mouth possibly from gojo’s fingers.

“sato…ruu! slow down, cant..focus!! ngh.” geto too overstimulated to concentrate on your pleasure.

“lemme take over then, ‘kay?” he kissed geto down his spine, slowly pushing in the pink tip of his cock inside geto.

“f-fuck!! i..nghhh!!” geto trembled eyes never leaving yours. never breaking eye contact.

gojo wasnt even all the way in when he started to forcefully thrust into geto’s poor hole, making geto move harsher inside you.

“fuckk, so tight yeah baby?” gojo grabbed geto’s hips getting better grip as he slammed into him, projecting his strength to geto, thrusting into your poor overstimulated hole.

“slow..slow down!! suguu…cant take!! it..” you felt like you were going to break having twice the weight on your legs now. barely remembering how to breathe and talk.

“toru!! so ..good~ ahh.. wait!! slow..down!! y/n cant take it..” geto trying to get up forgetting he was leaning half his weight onto you, but immediately being shoved back down by gojo.

“mmm!! m sorry prin-cess!” he shoved his face into your neck moaning into it. you felt his drool slip down.

“..go—ood!! good….mytummy! cant..its com…ing!!”

“hah…look! the bitch can’t even fuckin’ talk no more, she’s so fucked out.” gojo laughed at you.

“toru, just..go sl-ah!!-lower, pl..please!!” geto cried out, as his body was holding on tightly to you.

“ouch..sugu!! too tight!!” you took notice on his grip on you, thinking he was about to break your bones.

you all were clearly about to explode, on the edge of cumming. you couldn’t take anymore.

“come on suguru! just cus im fucking you dont mean you can forget all about our girl.” he gave a harsh slap to geto’s ass making him remember to keep thrusting hard into your poor cunt.

“nyaa!! cummin…d-daddy, toru!!!” how cute. gojo thought hearing you say that, already trained to say his name while cumming despite him not even laying a finger on you.

“me ..too. ‘m cumming satoru!” geto put his hands on both sides of you getting up slightly to give you room.

“fuckk…on the count of three yea? ya slut’s gonna come for me, ‘kay?” gojo fastening his thrusts, also making geto unconsciously move his hips into your pussy.

“one…”

“two…”

“nghhh!!! toru, suguru!!!” you squirted all over geto’s dick and stomach.

“fu..ck. toruuu..y/n.” geto moaned softly as his body slowly gave up, shooting his last load into your cunt.

“atta’ girlll, squirt fa’ sugu-chan.. so proud of you suguru.” he planted kissed down geto’s spine and back, also cumming in geto’s little abused hole.

gojo pulled out, geto slowly following behind.

you curled into a ball, trying to regain your regular breathing rhythm, about to pass out.

“we’re not done yet, puppies. ♡” gojo said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, white hair sticking to his forehead.

“we’re going all night.” he smirked.

i hope u guys liked it!! lmk if u want pt. 2 :33 this was my first time hehe im sorry if its bad🥲

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tripleglitchwriting · 2 months

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if you're taking requests, maybe something about g1 beachcomber attempting to communicate and make friends with a human?

I don’t know too much about G1 Beachcomber, but I think I know enough to write about him. Here goes!

Also, I am so, so sorry it took this long 😭😭 I’ve been having a bit of a hard time writing recently.

In That Moment

First contact G1 Beachcomber and human

No warnings!! Other than a few mentions of war, it’s pretty fluffy. Enjoy!

The planet they ended up on was beautiful. It was filled with so much life, most creatures too small for him to hold or see properly, but that didn’t make them any less amazing! The sheer variety in each and every species was astounding. To think they had been here all this time, just waiting for someone to find them.

The Ark had landed near one of the planets many oceans. Water covered most of planet actually, which made for quite a wide array of biodiversity both on land and in sea. The area he’d found himself in had tall trees with only a bush like flourish of leaves on its top, plenty of grasses and flowers, as well as a lot of sand. A lot of sand. Not his favorite, but things like that were common in places unlike Cybertron.

In the water nearby he spotted splashing, something other than the crashing waves hounding the shore. Out of curiosity he trotted over to investigate. A slick, gray marine lifeform was making arcs leaping from the water into the air. It was too far out for him to truly get a good look at it, but it was a fascinating being even from where he was standing. Just as he stepped into part of the shallows in a vain attempt to get closer, there was a scuttling at his pedes.

A very small crustacean was darting away from him. Unfortunately Beachcomber was a little too big to properly handle the thing without accidentally hurting it. It seemed to have an array of legs with two large pincers on its front. For protection maybe? Hunting for prey? It crawled out of sight before he could figure it out. Beachcomber ex-vented. There had to be something here he could get closer look at….

Oh well. He still had some time before he had to get back to the arc. Optimus had specifically told everyone not to get involved with the local dominant species, but how was he supposed to pass up an opportunity like that? The war had robbed him of peaceful interaction with countless other races. Now that they were hiding here, maybe he’d have the time to communicate with a brand new people!

The time passed slowly. Most of the organisms were either too far in the water or too small to handle. They were all terrified of him too, which made sense, but it was still a bummer. He’d really hoped to make a grand discovery here, it seemed like a great habitat for plenty of species. Turning away for the water, Beachcomber decided it may be time to give up for the cycle. Maybe he’d try a different place next time, or a- OH!

When he came to turn around, something new was standing in front of him. Bipedal, strikingly similar to a Cybertronain, just… smaller, and with… fabrics, and… carrying something. He hadn’t seen anything on this planet wear fabrics before… or approach him willingly, this had to be the sentient species of the planet! How lucky was he to meet one just as he was about to leave!

It- or, they, he supposed, began warbling something at him. This was a fantastic opportunity to communicate! Quickly Beachcomber fell to his knees in order to get closer to the new person, inadvertently causing the ground to shake around them, the person stumbled. They took more steps back in hesitation, obviously weary.

“No, no, sorry, I’m not tryin’ to scare ya.” Narrowed eyes met his own optics. In an effort to connect, Beachcomber held out a digit. “See? I’m not hurtin’ nobody.”

Their little eyes sparkled with curiosity, and though he detected a healthy amount of hesitation, they put both their hands on his one digit after flinging the object they were carrying over their shoulder. The tiny servos were warmer than he thought, it was very pleasant feeling actually. Their lips curled up into a shy smile.

Beachcomber could hardly contain himself. This was the discovery of a lifetime! Well, maybe not a lifetime, but it was still fascinating to witness! They weren’t as afraid of him as the rest of the creatures, they were intelligent, sentient! He’s been over that fact in his head before, yet it still astounded him. Prime might be upset with him if he knew… but no self respecting bot would pass up an scientific opportunity like this. Maybe Wheeljack would want to see… no, actually, on second thought that’s probably a horrible idea. Bumblebee maybe? Or Percy. He wasn’t even supposed to be here though, what is he was found out? What if- a sound coming from below dragged Beachcomber out of his thoughts. The person was doing something with the object they had, seemingly opening it. It’s a carrying device then!

They bent down and set it on the ground, still wearily gazing up at him. From inside the device, they pulled out some small rectangular object with a glass lens in the middle and some other bits and bobs around its front. Of course he didn’t have any idea what it was. Alien technology isn’t something easily understood at first glance.

In his frenzied daze, Beachcomber completely forgot one key component about actually communicating with this new species: language. That didn’t stop him from trying to talk to them anyway.

“Hey, what’s your designation little guy?” The creature raised the object to its optic and pressed a button, causing the thing to make a bright flash at Beachcomber. He immediately went on the defensive and positioned his helm much farther from the thing, ready to use his servos is need be- a product of fighting for so long. However, the flash didn’t seem to have any effect on him or the creature, though his little friend was visibly caught off guard with his sudden movement. Primus, he really needed to stop doing that if he was going to talk to this thing!

Not long after a small white slip of something began to come out of the bottom of the device. The creature grabbed it and began waving it around in the air… was it another attempt to communicate? Or maybe a threat display or some kind? Against his better judgement, Beachcomber brought himself closer once again. This time, he resigned to observation. Studying other species always intrigued him. Organic species especially, he could never get over how soft some of them were! Like this one, their little cheeks were so pinch-able! Oh how he would love to talk to them about it… but at the moment the language barrier was too large.

Or so he thought.

The white slip began to change color the longer it was waved in the air. He hardly noticed it at first, and he couldn’t get a good look at what was appearing before it was turned away from him. To Beachcomber’s surprise, they began warbling at him again, and to his even greater surprise, they showed him what was on the slip.

It was him. It was a picture of Beachcomber.

Needless to say, he nearly shouted at the poor thing in pure excitement. Luckily he was able to contain himself through the power of focusing all his energy into thinking about the implications of this rather than actually moving or saying anything. What is this technology? How did they do that? Did they make it themselves? Oh, the questions he had were making it hard to think!!

“What an interesting lil’ one you are…” He slowly raised one of his digits to them. They backed up, hesitant, but he didn’t chase them. He just kept his digit patiently in place. As it seemed, that patience was about to pay off.

The creature stared at him for a second. Then, after carefully setting down their device, they raised their own tiny servo to his digit. Their squishy little palm radiated warmth. Beachcomber radiated utter joy. Their itty bitty face shifted from what he assumed was fear to an astounded wonder. He could even feel something that reminded him of a sparkbeat behind their digits. He couldn’t hide his smile.

Unfortunately, the bearing of dente seemed to scare them a little. The wonder on their face was replaced with nervous concern as they retracted their servo and took a step back. Beachcomber immediately covered his intake and shifted his weight away from the creature. They were so skiddish! But that was probably how any rational being would react in this situation…

Now what was he supposed to do? He could try again, they responded well to the slow movement before, maybe they would understand he was trying to make a positive connection. Maybe he could find them fuel, they’d like fuel, right? His mind traveled elsewhere as he became lost in thought. Just when he decided on what to do, (try slow moments again) he felt something on the tip of one of his digits- one that was splayed on the ground after he moved back.

It was the creature. They’d made their way towards him while he was preoccupied in his thoughts. The expression of contemplation he held previously dropped like a weight off his chassis. At that, they smiled. It was awkward and unconfident, but it was a symbol of mutual understanding. He didn’t know exactly why… but it felt like an apology.

Beachcomber pulled his lips into a much neater grin. The creature brightened up at that, chirping at him and bouncing in place. He took the opportunity to move his other servo slowly towards them. They acknowledged the change but didn’t shy away. Carefully, as they stood there with wide and curious optics, he rubbed a digit on their helm. He was both ecstatic and astonished to see they didn’t try and push it away or take it as a threat. They just waited until he was done.

When he did finish, he figured it was time to take the next step. Beachcomber slowly brought his servo down palm-up right next to the creature. They were a bit confused as to what he was trying to do, but when he took his other servo and tapped his palm with a gentle metal clink, they seemed to understand. With weary but brave movements, they put one pede on the living platform. Then another. Cautiously, they made their way to the dip of his palm.

Beachcomber gave them a second to find a comfortable position. When they did, he began to move. He began slow enough that they would be able to jump off if they felt uncomfortable. To his delight, they stayed put.

As the planet’s star began to dip down under the horizon line, Beachcomber held the creature close to his chassis. His spark was filled with complete warmth for the first time in a long time. It was a comfort he’d been missing since the war started.

The two simply sat there in a serene moment of peace and appreciation. This planet wasn’t his home, but it was the home of the friend he made today. No matter what, he vowed to protect this harmony at all costs. But for now, he resigned to watching the sunset and feeling the lightweight creature on his servo tap a soft and gentle beat on the metal.

In that moment, it seemed like everything was going to be okay.

#transformers g/t #transformers #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #transformers first contact #first contact au #first contact #tf beachcomber

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interconnectedmatrix · 4 months

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My Favourite Element

"Which element am I?"

Satan asked you as his emerald eyes remained fixed on the page. Both of you were checking out books in the library, mostly for the potion masterclass study for your upcoming exam. That had been the intent earlier. Now, most of the books you had collected were random—how surprising it was to see the same books you'd expect to find on shelves in the human realm here in the Devildom.

The blonde demon tapped his fingers on the table, waiting for your answer. It was a bit of a foolish question: the navigation section of this particular Chemistry book had caught his attention. It posed a challenge from the authors to the readers: "Ask your friend what chemical element they think you are." While it seemed silly, it piqued Satan's curiosity.

"Huh," you, the human, pondered for a moment. You stopped whatever you were doing, carefully thinking about your answer.

Satan had his expectations. He thought it would be obvious: Gold, like the shining rays of daylight in a summer field. Gold, like a treasure you'd hoard and cherish for the rest of your life. Or perhaps you'd be more technical, like Carbon, describing him as carbon under immense pressure, a diamond in the rough. Perhaps you were on the 'cheesy' side of things, describing him as the air you breathe in the element of Oxygen.

Maybe you'd acknowledge his more demonic edge with something radioactive, like Uranium, Plutonium, or Radium. Whatever your choice, he expected a grand answer from you.

Though for the love of all of Devildom, please not Silver. Never choose Silver for his own sake.

You paused, considering all options before voicing out your thoughts like a genius, snapping your fingers. "Mercury!"

That caused Satan to lift his head from the book, raising a brow. "Mercury?"

You nodded. "Mercury! If you were an element, you'd be Mercury! You take the shape of whatever container you find yourself in, but you're still distinctively yourself! A shiny metal finish but also dangerous. It's captivating, why wouldn't it be you?"

"Huh." He had never thought of that. A small blush appeared on his face, closing his eyes while a tiny smile tugged his lips. "I like it."

You flashed a grin at your victory. As you continued with your task, Satan remained deep in thought about your answer. To think you'd describe him as mercury, while tugging at his heartstrings, was surreal. Were you always this effortless in your speech? He only snapped out of it when you asked him the question back:

"What about me?"

His gaze was intense, his breathe hitches for a moment. Again, he had never thought about that; though, he supposed it was his turn to return the favour. Satan wanted to perfectly capture the qualities that made him so enamored by you — then again, he thinks no simple element could do. Much like his love's the color of cinnabar, he will show you the true meaning of having good chemistry.

Gonna go back to the exam grind after this ahhh;v; K baii <33

#ahhh #brainrot before exams #gotta get this out before i forget about it #nerds in love #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me satan #satan x reader #satan x mc #obey me satan x reader #chemistry

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le-monchou · 4 months

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 || 𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢 || 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

literally a continuation of my day two: sea of lights this fic crossed my word limit twice (first 500 and then 700 so now i'm making it 1000 words) also tagging @midnightmah07 and @owlisbuffering

as you expected, you don’t see ruggie bucchi for quite a long time after rescuing him from those fishermen- no matter how long you stroll by the sea coast, the only response to his name is the gentle sea foam, something he called the tears of the moon. despite his self-attested illiteracy, the merman whose hair was as golden as the strands of silk woven by the moon from the sun had many stories to tell, and in the short time you knew him, you dared to think of him as more than a friend.

you groan as you push your hands onto your face, blood rising in the places where they smacked you a little too hard. am i really so starved for romance that i decided to go after ruggie of all people? he’s not even a person!!!! he’s like spongebob- he lives at the bottom of the sea! you sigh as you remove your hands from your face, watching the sky turn a beautiful orange with the sun’s setting, the moon already risen a little bit in the distance. the area around you reminds you of the day you set him free, and you can’t help the second sigh that escapes your lips.

taking the boat you’d been lent by one of the fishing crews, you set out into the ocean once again, looking for a nice place to sit and admire the moonlight on the water, waiting for a young man who’d probably never come. sitting on a comfortable-looking rock, you toss the petals of a flower ruggie had mentioned liking the look of when he was restricted to your small bathroom onto the surface of water and scream as bubbles pop up, accompanied by a shishishi you found all too familiar.

“you!” you seethed as ruggie laughed, doing cartwheels with his entire body on the surface. “miss me?” ruggie teased, sharp canines glistening. “i mean, who else are you waiting for on this rock?” you roll your eyes as ruggie laughs once again before quieting down. “anyway, this is really good timing from both our ends- i’m gonna show you my place so you don’t have to worry!”

“ruggie. how am i going to breathe underwater?”

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“oh woah,” you breathed in the air bubble ruggie had managed to create via a spell he asked the prince about (or so you assumed, because you were reading his lips and he was very distorted underwater), bouncing up and down in the tiny menagerie as ruggie dragged you towards the cave system. “this is where i live,” ruggie mouths as he pushes another vial of potion through the bubble, letting you leave the thing for a bit to swim with him. “this is my home.”

“it’s wonderful, ruggie.” you smile as he flushes. “i’m serious. you could do so much with a cave system as big as this. show me more!” ruggie harrumphs with flushed cheeks before he grabs your hand and leads you inwards towards his room. at least, if he were human, that’s technically what it’d be, with all the human junk arranged around you and this gigantic skeleton hanging from the ‘ceiling’. “what do you think? arranged it all myself. i mean, leona and jack helped too, of sorts, but it was mostly me.”

“this is lovely, ruggie!” you beam. “honestly, if i were a mermaid, i’d love to come here and chill with you. too bad i can only swim like this,” you chuckle as ruggie rolls his eyes fondly before kissing you on the cheek. “well, if not now, then maybe in the future,” ruggie starts as he leads you deeper into the cave system, showing you all the marvellous trash from the surface along with the little gems and pearls and gold they find. and as the two of you keep exploring, ruggie realises again that your time together with him is up, so he brings you back to the surface all too reluctantly as you kiss him close to his lips.

“i loved tonight, ruggie.” you smile as you climb back onto the rock, the boat you loaned still bobbing on the waves of the ocean. “i know it’s a little too early to say this… but i love you, and i hope to see you soon.” something twists on ruggie’s face, something nice and hopeful, and he says nothing as he kisses you goodbye and dives back into the water all flushed, but you think you’ve found your happy ending. i love you, ruggie bucchi.

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heyhihellosworld · 2 years

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𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸…𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 5k

Summary: You meet your childhood friend Mason again after not seeing him for long.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst?? maybe teeny tiny if you squint with closed eyes

Notes: Sorry for not posting in long, didn't really feel inspired but I found this idea interesting and tried it yk. This is from a prompt I got suggested so I did this, don't know what I think of it but the idea was fun. It got a bit weird and probably pretty drastic but yeah... Also couldn't find the request but hope it's okay and thank you for it!

"Who did you say again?" You asked you father who sat lazily in the kitchen chair. He wasn't really focused on you, scrolling down on his computer whilst his eyes fleeted across the screen

"Dad" you repeated, rolling your eyes as he looked up at you sheepishly "What did you say? Sorry sweetie I'm a bit into this"

"I asked who it was that were coming for dinner" you repeated with a soft smile "Ah, Mason. You remember him?"

You nodded through a deep breath "Well he is coming to discuss how we are going to put it up this season" he explained

"Remind me again what you are gonna do with him?"

Your father chuckled at your bored tone, shaking his head at you "I am going to be his agent" "Wow that sound so much fun!" you squealed sarcastically but your father only laughed at you. "It's gonna be fun" he promised with a smile.

"I know you didn't get along with him too well when you were kids but I'm sure you have come over that by now, right?" he asked pointedly, giving you that look he always did when he wanted a certain answer. "Yes dad it's all fine" you murmured, your eyes rolling again "You know you would be much more credible if your eyes didn't roll that much" he smiled at you causing you to laugh, "I can't help it"

"Anyway, I'm going to the library"

"Okay, see you tonight then, dressed formally, don't be late"

"Wait" you stopped, looking at him "Do I need to be a part of this dinner?" you asked with horror, his laugh booming in the room "Of course y/n, you promised you would, don't you remember?"

"I do not" you whined, hanging your head "It's gonna be fine, I think he is bringing someone too" "Fine" you grumbled taking your bag "Be here at six!"

You felt slightly weird as you sat on the kitchen counter waiting for your guests. You had met Mason before but that was many years ago, when you had both been kids and your parents had gotten together for dinner and drinks as the friends they were. You went along good when you were like really small but then it became weird, at least for you.

Mason grew and changed especially in your eyes and your crush became more and more noticeable and the older you got the more you kept away from him, excusing yourself from the dinners to go with some friends or a birthday party. Now you hadn't seen him, except from on the tv, in over seven years.

"Thank you for being here y/n, it really means a lot and even if I know they are our friends and all I am still nervous"

You chuckled at your dad who where running around to fix the last minute details. You had helped him cook when you'd arrived back home from the library and everything was set.

"It's gonna be fine, Mason loves you he would never change his mind" you assured, fixing the napkins and lighting the lights.

The doorbell rang through the house making you both perk up. "Can you open it please, I just need to run to the office to get all the papers and forms"

"Ugh fine" you groaned, turning on your heel to get to the door.

A deep breath, in and out

You unlocked and opened the door to be met by Tony, standing at the door with a huge smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Y/N! It's so lovely to see you again, you look wonderful" he gushed, engulfing you in a sweet hug and handing you the flowers as you welcomed him in.

"Thank you Tony, they are beautiful" you smiled, showing him into the kitchen where your father had re-appeared. "Mason is just on my tail, he took his own car from the facility" Tony explained just as the doorbell went off yet again.

Your eyes rolled as your father looked at you with a pleading look but you went to open anyway. You almost choked as you opened the door, head snatching back to look up at Mason. It looked like the words caught in his throat too, his eyes fleeting over you, blinking slowly as if to gather what he was seeing.

"Y/n?" he asked in disbelief making you chuckle, tongue poking out from the side of your lips

"Yeah, good to see you again Mason"

You tried to sound polite, moving to the side so he could walk into the house but he didn't move but stayed put, still looking at you. "Wow-uh you look..." your eyebrows raised at his words, anticipating what he would say. You could actually see wheels turn in his head as he tried to rack his brain for the right thing to say.

"..grown" he finally let out, his eyes widened at his stupid words and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at him. "Well, thank you" you said sarcastically the panic fleeting around in his eyes and it was all more amusing "No, I didn't mean grown... I mean you look... big..."

Your eyebrows raised once again and his eyes widened even more as he heard his own words "No no no no no, not like that... I just mean you look a lot older... no... fuck!" he exclaimed in annoyance of his lack of conversing skills and you couldn't keep yourself from laughter anymore.

"It's okay, I think I get what you mean" you chuckled, gesturing with your hand for him to move into the house. He dropped his head with an annoyed look on his face, striding towards you and the door "You look great" he sighed as he walked past you causing a grin to make it up to your face as you catched up with your fathers who sat in the living room.

"Mason! It's so good to see you"

The dinner was boring, you were sitting next to Mason as he conversed with your father most of the time. Your father loved his agent job but you never realized how anybody could, it felt boring. To be someone else's fixer, nothing for you.

They discussed all kinds of stuff for the upcoming partnership, but it didn't take long enough to cover the whole dinner so when it was over the topic-to your horror- was you

"So y/n, what do you do now?" Tony asked politely

"Well, I'm still studying" you smiled hoping that would be it but of course it wasn't

"Oh right, what are you studying again?" "I'm studying law" you hummed, trying to eat away the attention on you.

"So do you still live at home or do you have your own apartment? Maybe you live with that boyfriend?" Tony continued and you looked up at your father with a discreet but warning look, but he didn't want to meet it. Knowing you didn't like this attention even from a friend as Tony.

You could feel Mason's eyes on you as well and it stirred something inside of you. It was like the old bubbly feeling you'd had around him as a kid came crippling back and it wasn't welcomed. But who were you kidding. If you'd liked 16 year old Mason 24 year old Mason was not kidding around.

"Well I do have my own apartment" you answered "And I live alone"

"Oh? I thought I heard that you lived with your boyfriend?" Tony continued "I did" you confirmed, feeling immensely uncomfortable with Mason's eyes practically burning into you. "But I moved out when we broke up"

"Oh, sorry I didn't know you'd broken up"

You smiled at the older man "It's okay" you assured, swallowing big to drown out the awkward silence that'd settled around the table.

"Well that's a shame, he was a lovely boy" he tried to soothe but all you did was hum in response, not really wanting to go into detail about just what a lovely boy your ex is.

"Anyway, Mason!" You exclaimed, desperate to move to the next topic. You ignored his widened eyes and smiled sweetly at him "How is your ball going?" He stifled a chuckle at you "My ball? You mean my football?"

"Yeah that's what I said" you muttered, eyes rolling as your dad chuckled at you

"Just talk" you muttered under your breath so only he could hear and he did

"Well it's going shit" he smiled sickly sweet and you couldn't help but to laugh under your breath "Oh I'm sorry" you smiled, his eyes rolling at your sarcasm.

"Yeah you sound so"

"It's not going shit Mason" Tony scolded "It's just not the right time right now"

"That's just a nice way of saying it's going shit" Mason muttered

"I always thought you were the key in Chelsea" you mused, remembering how cockily he'd told you last summer over text when you'd catch up for a barbecue dinner with the rest of his family but he hadn't shown because of a game or training or whatever.

"Y/n, don't be rude" your father tried but he didn't look that mad. "I'm sorry just confused because I remember he told me so clearly last summer" Mason looked at you between narrowed eyes, putting a spoonful into his mouth "It's not just me that's shit everything is shit right now" he defended

"Okay okay, I'm only joking with you but I'm truly sorry if it's hard at the moment, I have seen some of the comments on social media and they are not exactly nice so, I am sorry"

He gave you a quick nod to acknowledge, noting that it was fine. "You should come to a game soon y/n" Tony suggested "And see a shit team?"

You chuckled at your own comment before apologizing to the bitter boy "no I'm sorry, it was a joke" you grinned, patting his thigh reassuringly which only made him grunt

The rest of the dinner went smooth, you mostly sat out and listened to your father and Tony converse, only needing you to grunt and hum every now and then.

You didn't pay much attention anymore, thinking about the evening you were gonna have at home. Maybe you should grocery shop? Or watch a movie? Or both... you were ripped from your thoughts as you felt Mason's hand grip your thigh firmly.

Your head snapped up to him but he didn't look at you, instead humming at something your father had said.

You felt hot under his hand, feeling the need to squirm. "What are you doing?" you whispered at him, glaring into his mischievous eyes

"What? You don't like it?"

"That was not the question, it was: What are you doing"

"I'm touching your thigh, is that not okay?"

"Depends on your intentions" you answered to which he only chuckled. The tension was thick, it had been all evening, just from the second he'd looked you over on the doorstep.

"Don't tell me that the little girl inside of you isn't dying from her girl crush right now" he grinned, a part of you wanting to smack that grin off his face but the other one wanted to take him upstairs and fuck him.

You couldn't help but chuckle "oh she is dying, but the grown woman y/n is debating whether to crush your hand or not"

"Ohoh kinky" he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at your rolling eyes

"So you're telling me that the little boy Mason didn't care for me but grown Mason... gets a boner with his hand on my thigh?" you asked, not being able to unsee the bulge in his jeans.

"Noo, not exactly" Mason hummed, looking over the table again "Young Mason had boners all the time and there are no difference to grown Mason"

You couldn't help but to chuckle at the weird conversation, moving your own hand to his thigh.

Your eyes were stuck at his hand, fingers gently digging into your thigh. "You like my fingers?" Mason asked amusedly, loving the way you looked at him and the way your fingers brushed up his thigh.

"No" you deadpanned, you voice as quite as possible as to not be too obvious with your fathers right across from you.

"Hmm, that's a shame, most people do"

You narrowed your eyes at him "Do you really think I will get turned on with you throwing other women you've fucked in my face?"

He looked unsure for a second at your raised eyebrows and deadpan expression. "Uh-probably that isn't the best way to go huh?"

"I don't know how it usually works, but it doesn't work for me" you hummed amused, looking up into his sparkling eyes

"Well usually it doesn't matter what I say because they still bend over for me at the end of the day" he shrugged, casing your eyes to roll. "Cocky asshole, it won't be that easy, if that's even what you want"

"Well, I mean it's what i've wanted to do since we were kids" he pondered, looking down at your hand that rubbed gently over his thigh.

"Well then you just gotta keep on dreaming" you smiled sweetly, your hand creeping up over his crouch, squeezing his length through his jeans before smirking at him, pushing his hand off and standing up from the dinner table.

"Well this has been lovely but I need to go home, I have early work" you excused

"Ah right sweetheart, how are you coming home?" your father asked standing up to hug you. "Well.. walk?" you suggested

Your father scoffed at you "not a chance at this hour"

"But dad! I don't wanna take an expensive cab" you whined but you knew you wouldn't win this fight, he would never let you walk alone this hour and you honestly didn't want to either.

"I can drive you home if you'd like" Mason offered politely, standing up from the chair as well. You didn't have the time to object before your father answered "Ah that would be awesome Mason! Thank you!"

You stopped yourself from groaning out loud but pressed on a polite smile. "How nice of you" you sarcastically smiled at him, he didn't really care though, a huge grin making it's way over his face.

You said goodbye to the older men heading out to Mason's fancy car. "For going shit you sure do get a lot of money huh?"

He didn't answer, just sent you a cheeky wink as you settled in the car. "It's sexy huh?"

"It is" you hummed in agreement, leaning back into the comfortable seat.

The tension was thick, edging on unbearable but at the same time it was exciting.

Mason didn't look at you, concentrating on the road but you couldn't help to look at him. His eyes stuck ahead of him, one arm resting in his lap and his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

"So" you began, trying to break the thick tension. "I know you said it's going shit... but a lot has happened with the club right?"

"Wow are you hanging on to the news?" Mason smiled, throwing you a quick playful look "Well no but dad does, can't stop talking about you.. I think he has a crush" Mason laughed, shrugging his shoulder "well yeah, they've switched owners of the club, and our manager's been sacked"

"Aha, so it's not only on you?" "No, I guess no but it's really not been my season you know" he sighed making you take pity on him a little

"I'm sure it's not that bad" You promised but the shake off his head showed that he didn't seem to agree with you. "You should've seen me these last couple of weeks, hideous" he gruffed

"I have seen" you hummed making him turn to you for a second before looking back on the road

"I don't know shit about football so I can't really say anything but it has been looking stiff, maybe a bit slow? Confused? But that's the whole team, not you"

"Have you been watching my games?" he grinned smugly, your eyes rolling at his cockiness. "Yeah"

"Really?" he laughed, delighted by the idea "Calm down, it's been on the tv and dad has more or less forced me to"

"Still, you've watched it"

"Yeah yeah" you sighed as he rolled up outside of your apartment complex parking up and turning the engine off.

It felt natural to bee with him like this, even though the tension was still apparent it was comfortable in a way. It was easy.

You chewed on the inside of your chin, contemplating what you should say or do, feeling a bit weird just leaving him now.

"So, it was really nice to see you again" Mason beat you to it, smiling stiffly

You looked down, your eyes fleeting around before landing on his

"Do you wanna come in?" you asked, eyes never leaving his, watching as his lips turned upwards in a genuine smile "Sure" he smiled, quickly popping out his key and jumping out of the car.

You felt a bit stiff leading him through the building and into your apartment but as soon as the door clicked close and you turned to look at him again it disappeared.

You watched as he stepped out of his shoes and walked into the apartment with big eyes

"Wow it's honestly a very nice apartment" he hummed, looking around in the area. It was indeed a very nice apartment, you were proud of it. Big windows showing the city and nicely put together.

"Not to sound rude but how did you afford this place?" he asked astonished, turning his head too look at you "Ah you know, I worked" you shrugged

"Where??"

"In a strip club" you joked, his eyes making a double take between you and the roof decoration "What??"

"hey why are you so surprised, you don't think I would be able to work in a strip club" you asked slightly offended

"Sure you could've" he chuckled, throwing his arm around you "Just didn't expect you to"

"Well I don't, I work in a restaurant and it honestly wasn't as expensive as it looks" you shrugged, tugging off your shoes and jacket before re-joining him in the living room.

He turned to you, licking his lips as you stared up at him intently

"What do you want?" he asked lowly, looking you up and down subtly. "What do you think I wanted by inviting you up here?" you challenged, loving the way he reacted to your words, eyes sparkling and lips turning into a smirk.

"I think you wanted me to do what young us dreamed of"

You didn't answer him, just watched as he came closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you close before smashing his lips against yours.

It was heated and aggressive, teets and tongue clashing together. You pulled tightly on his hair, his fingers digging into your hips letting you feel everything of him.

You started to walk him backwards, following him with your lips on his as you led him to the bedroom.

"Yeah?" he smirked, pulling back to breathe for a second

"If you want ofcourse" you hummed, pushing him down on the edge of the bed "of course I do" he smiled, guiding you to sit on his lap.

You smiled, kissing his jaw and down his shoulder before sitting straight and dragging off your top. He followed your example, ripping the t-shirt he was wearing of his gorgeous body.

Your eyes trailed his body with lust, fingertips tracing the handsome torso, following his muscles and ripples. Before you knew it he had unclasped your bra and popped your jeans button up, pushing you to stand to take them off which you did, watching as he did the same.

When he had discarded his jeans he went to you again, attacking you with a hot kiss as he lifted you up from the ground, gently laying you down on the bed as you giggled at his behavior, scotching up to the pillows.

He crawled over you, kissing up your body, stopping at your breasts. He completely drank you in, peppering you with kisses and love. "You look beautiful, so fucking beautiful" he grunted out, his breath tickling your skin.

You felt like you were on fire as he licked over your nipple, back arching into his mouth, every part of you begging him to touch you where you needed him to.

You grabbed his hand, leading it down your body to your panties, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He swallowed hard dropping his head slightly before locking eyes with you again.

"Yeah? That's what you want?"

You nodded closing your eyes as you felt his hand creep over your panties. "You want me to touch you here huh?" he teased, dipping one finger inside of your panties, stroking the skin there before taking it back.

"Yes" you breathed, eyes begging him and he didn't have it in him to resist you. His hands pulled your panties down, you kicked them off your feet as his hand finally made contact with you.

He teased you slowly, one finger dipping inside of your folds, dragging it up and down before slowly circling your clit.

It didn't take long before he let one of his fingers slide into you, your eyes closing at the pleasure.

"Mhm" Mason huffed happily, loving to watch how you took his finger

He soon added another one, slowly moving them in and out before he was done teasing. He looked at you with a crooked smile as he slid his fingers in again, keeping them buried within you before he started to crook them in a furious pace, your mouth dropping open and eyes closing.

"Fuck, fuck, ah fuck" was the only words that could leave your mouth as he continued to flick his fingers, his fingertips pressing at the right spot against your walls. It was almost too much, your body moving by itself as he grinned at you, taking pleasure and joy in how your body writhed and the sounds you let out.

"Yeah?" he smirked at you increasing his speed even more, your eyes closing shut at the impact "Mhmm" you mumbled out groaning as his thumb began to circle your clit. "Does that feel good?"

You didn't answer him in words just hummed and mumbled something as you bucked into his hand "Mhmm I bet it does" he murmured, his eyes gawking at you, drinking you in.

"Close" you managed to choke out just in time before your orgasm racked through your body. You jerked under him, your legs shaking as you came down from your high finally opening your eyes to meet his.

He was dangling his face straight over yours. His brown eyes sparkled, his mouth in a soft smile. You felt almost dizzy, a lazy smile meeting his. "You where right, I do like your fingers"

Mason laughed at you, dipping down to kiss you again as you regained clarity and energy. He grinned as you flipped around straddling his waist.

He fixed his position, sitting up against the headboard. This time you took more control, kissing him hungrily, messy and sloppy.

"I know I said I wanted to do this when we were kids but honestly i'm very happy we didn't"

You raised your eyebrows at him as a sign to explain further as you pushed your hand inside of his boxers, softly wrapping your hand around him, stroking him at a slow pace.

"Well now I know I am good and that I at least can hold out for more than 30 seconds"

You chuckled against his lips, brushing yours over his "well then I'm glad too" "Oh really? So 30 seconds isn't enough for you, you're so demanding"

"If you cum in 30 seconds I will be deeply disappointed, especially now when you promised you were good"

"Fuck, maybe I shouldn't have said anything"

You giggled again, kissing him sweetly, "Just fuck me and we will be fine"

He smiled down at you, even sitting in the slumped position he did made him taller than you, he had really grown a lot.

"Well I think you are on top right now so I think you should take the first step"

You pursed your lips at his smart comment, speeding up on your movements, taking satisfaction in the way his tongue came out to wet his lips and how he starts to breathe quicker.

You pushed his boxers down completely pecking his lips sweetly.

You reached up a little, sitting on your knees as you ran his dick through your folds before you sank down on him slowly.

You couldn't help but whine at the stretch but the thing you were most focused on was his face. He looked utterly beautiful as his mouth dropped open, eyes watching you take him more and more and small huffs of air leaving his mouth. His hair was already messy on his forehead but it looked even better like that.

His hands stopped on your hips, helping you create the pattern he wanted. "Shit you take me so good" he groaned, eyes still watching where you were connected.

You tried your best to keep up his pace, the feeling striking through you every time you moved but your legs felt like giving up already. "Fuck, my legs don't work" you panted out, hinting on him to take over. "Is that a lame excuse for making me fuck you?" he chuckled breathy. "No" you breathed and he took pity on you as your legs begun to shake, holding you still whilst moving to fuck up into you instead. Your head landed in his neck, sucking some deep marks there as he picked up the pace. "Fuck, my legs don't work" you panted out, hinting on him to take over. "Is that a lame excuse for making me fuck you?" "No" you breathed and he took pity on you as your legs begun to shake, holding you still whilst moving to fuck up into you instead. Your head landed in his neck, sucking some deep marks there as he picked up the pace.

His mouth was right next to your ear, moaning softly as you used the energy you had left in your legs to move back onto him, meeting his quick hard thrusts. You did all you could to hold back on your sounds but it was close to impossible as he hit that perfect spot inside of you making you climb higher and higher to your climax.

Your eyes closed, mouth still keeping busy at his sensitive skin, using it as a distraction from your independent orgasm. "fuck you feel to fucking good" he mumbled in your ear, sucking your earlobe into his mouth as you let out a whine. The friction was too good and it felt like you were about too explode.

"Fuck Mase" you whined eyes struggling to open as he continued to hit the right spot. "Please" you whined not really knowing for what but for something.

"Fuck baby, keep squeezing me like that and I will come in a second" he grunted, not letting up the pace he had created.

Grunts started to escape his mouth and he quickly pulled out, panting in your ear. He flipped you over to your back, gently laying you back against the pillows. You giggled as your hair tangled in front of your face, his hands coming out to push it out of your face, smiling as he met your eyes again.

His lips met yours sweetly as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder.

He made eye contact with you before slowly entering you again, relishing in the way your eyes fluttered and back arched as he bottomed out. "Fuck, I won't hold on for too long" he grunted but you didn't care as you could feel your own orgasm picking up just where it was before.

"It's okay" you breathed out. It felt almost hard when you couldn't bury your face in his neck anymore. There where nowhere to distract yourself and nowhere to hide your sounds. You threw your head back, Mason nipping on your neck instead, one of your hands on his hip, digging into his flesh whilst the other on was gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Mase" you whined but this time he seemed to understand as his hand moved down your body and to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

It felt like you were floating, your eyes fluttering and back arching more and more for every thrust.

"Ah fuck!" You groaned as he angled just right. "Let go y/n. Fuck-let go"

You moaned out loud as you felt yourself losing grip of reality, his thrusts speeding up before faltering. "Fuck" he grunted as he too let go. You saw stars behind your eyelids as you came down from your high, his hips slowly stilling completely inside of you whilst you both panted harshly.

"Fuck" he whispered, pulling out of you carefully. He dangled his face over yours, grinning stupidly as he kissed you softly

"I hink it was worth the wait"

"Mhm" you smiled, not really having the energy to say anything more but he seemed to understand, flipping down beside you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to him. You already felt asleep, smiling lazily at his sweetness.

"You're really amazing you know" he whispered in your ear making you chuckle lowly "you are too Mase"

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ancha-aus · 3 months

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RealAgeAu Drabble - Shopping

I am back at it again because I had ideas. (don't worry friend @spotaus things are being planned and I got many many ideas :3 but before those happen stuff needs to be established and put in place!)

I was debating between like four different drabble ideas but settled on this one. Something calming for a bit :)

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Dust shoots Killer another glare as he holds Nightmare clsoer "I mean it Killer. get out of my blindspot. It is getting annoying."

Nightmare looks from Dust to Killer and sees the large grin on Killer's face as he skips after Dust and Nightmare "Nah. I think it is good i am here because it is your blindspot!"

Dust grumbles as he holds Nightmare clsoer. Nightmare just pushes his skull under Dust's chin as he listens to the two bicker. Dust gives him a quick nuzzle before shooting Killer another glare "Why are you even here?" Killer still has a large grin on his face "I am backup!"

Dust groans "I am getting Nightmare clothes."

Killer nods as he follows them "backup!"

Dust huffs before looking back at Nightmare. Nightmare sees the glare disappear from his face as Dust lets out a sigh before smiling at Nightmare "makes you start to wonder who helped who out of getting stuck in a wall."

Killer gasps loudly "That only happened a few times!"

Ngihtmare grins and laughs as he leans fully against Dust again. He likes being held by Dust and Dust must like it too because he always holds him.

Nightmare figured it was because his spine is fragile and walking for too long starts to bother him but Dust still just holds him. always. Maybe he also likes being close like this?

Thoguht Nightmare isn't sure what Dust gets out of it but he must really like something abut the close contact.

They walk past another few people who look at them. Nightmare shoots a glance as Dust and Killer continue to bicker. They seem to shoot Dust and him worried looks but chuckle once they realise that Dust and Killer are just doing their way of bonding.

Nightmare always thought the flirting between those two was weird but then again he thought most things dating was weird. Maybe because he was still a child in his soul...

Not that it matters.

Nightmare shoots a glance and spots Killer grinning widely as his soul is clearly in soulshape and looks stable. Dust may have an annoyed look on his face but he has a tiny smile on his face.

Nightmare hides his face in Dust's sweater but he can't hide the purr. He wants them to be happy. They are happy even with him near.

Dust notices of course nad gives him another nuzzle "comfy? Spine okay?"

Nightmare nods "Yeah."

Dust hums to signal he heard him but still rubs his back.

They finally stop near one of the smaller houses which is the clothing shop for this town.

Dust tilts his skull as Killer snorts "oh that is adorable. ready to dress Nightmare as a tiny old man?" he grins

Dust shoots Killer a glare "It isn't that bad..." then he looks at the store "just... a bit old fashioned..." he looks at him "That okay?"

Nightmare nods before shrugging "I don't get why i need new things..."

Dust sighs. Killer leans on Dust's other shoulder and shoots him a wink "Because you are still wearing Dust's things. and quite honestly. Dusty does not have a large enough wardrobe to dress both of you."

Nightmare frowns as he pushes clsoer to Dust. He doesn't mind wearing stuff them them. It are things that are well worn and soft and smell of them and old laundry detergent.

Dust nuzzles his skull "It will be nice. You can check what you like and what feels nice and is comfortable."

Nightmare frowns "it is expensive." which is another reason why he doesn't want to get anything.

Dust frowns and Killer quickly answers "That is a worry for us. And Dusty said it is fine so it is fine." he grins.

Dust nods "made some money. more than enough to get you some things."

Nightmare wants to disagree more but Dust walks into the store.

The inside isn't like he thought it would be. there is actually quite a number of nice looking things and looks more modern than you would think from the outside.

DUst makes a pleased sound before smiling smugly "Seems like they were just showing off the knitwear because it is autumn." he shoots Killer a look "Almost as if i did my research and knew it would be okay here." and he walks further into the store.

Killer sputters before following them "I know that Dusty! You always do that! I was just joking around!" he pouts but doesn't offer anything. Really just a shadow. It reminds Nightmare a bit about how it was before. Killer beign his right hand and always by his side to help and protect him. It still feels different now and even when thinking back to those memories they feel different.

Killer spots him looking at him and grins before wriggling his phalanges in a tiny wave at him. Nightmare huffs and pushes back closer to Dust.

Dust is looking through some clothes on the hanger "Stop bothering Nightmare." he pulls something off and looks it over critically. he holds it up for him to inspect and Nightmare just shrugs.

Killer pouts as he crosses his arms "Just having fun. And tiny boss is fine with it!" he grins at him "Right nighty?"

Nightmare shrugs. he doens't mind. it is nice.

Dust rolls his eye lights and doesn't look at Killer "Even if he is fine with is safe it for later. first buying clothes. Then you can tire him out."

Nightmare huffs and grumbles. he doesn't need tiring out. he is perfectly fine. Dust holds up another sweater and he shrugs again.

"Oh hello there dears! Can you find it all?"

Killer nad Dust turn and Nightmare feels Dust freeze for a moment. Yeah not a surprise because the woman looks a lot like Toriel. But Nightmare doubts it is the her of this universe. The closer he looks the more this woman seems like a sheep monster.

Killer and Dust must see it too as Killer grins "Pretty much! but we got it!"

Dust shoots him a look "Killer knock it off." he looks at the lady "We are looking for stuff for the little guy."

The lady smiles sweetly "Oh! You two must be two of Sans- I am sorry, Crop's friends!" she looks them over and her gaze lingers on Dust for a moment before settling on Nightmare. Nightmare can't stop the instinct of holding on tighter to Dust. He doesn't like having stranger's gazes on him.

The smiles sweetly "I can see the resemblance! You must be very proud of such a young handsome little boy!"

Dust looks to the side and shrugs but his hold on him tightens. Killer snorts, which is fair as they aren't actually related. Maybe she just sees the resemblance before Nightmare now looks much more like a tiny swap sans, as that was the original form his mother used to craft their bodies. And Dust is the one of the four that still resemblance who he used to be.

At elast Nightmare assumes that is why people think they see a resemblance. That or they are just racists and think all skeletons look alike.

the woman smiles "I am sure there is something fitting for him. Do you need any help?"

Killer's laugh turns cold as he smiles widely "No thanks! We got this!"

Dust rolls his eye lights and nudges him in the side "Stop it." he looks back to the lady "I was wodnering what the... organisation was. I wanted to look at stuff his size..." and he looks at the things he had been looking at with a glare.

The sheep monster looks a bit paler after Killer's interaction but smiles sweetly at Dust. "It is a bit of a mixmatch. Of all the stuff that is handmade it only has a few of each size. you will have to guestimate those. The imported clothes are by the walls, those have more standard sizing."

Dust nods "I see." and he starts walking towards the side first to check the sizing.

Killer grins as he leans close and whispers "Holding a babybones does wonders for making you look approachable"

Dust shoots him a glare and hisses "One word and I will put you in a wall myself." and he stomps over towards the clothes.

Nightmare still doens't understand why Killer thinks that kinda flirting is efficient but what does he know.

Dust is clearly unimpressed with the clothing offered with the more standard design and fabric. but they use it to figure out which size he is before moving towards the handmade stuff.

DUst and Nightmare check what is nice and soft as Killer shadows them. Staying nearby and pretty much glaring at anyone who as much as glances in their direction.

They end up settling for two big sweaters and some sweats. They wait by the cash register as Dust has picked him up again.

The nice woman smiles at them "That will be 140!" she smiles.

Killer winces at the price and Nightmare pushes closer to Dust "I don't need two." wool sweaters are expensive...

Dust shrugs as he looks at Killer "Be usefull and hold him for a moment." and Ngihtamre feels hismelf be handed over to Killer. Dust takes out some cash from his inventory and counts quickly before putting most of the stash he had on the counter "That should be enough." he stashes whatever is left.

The lady counts it and smiles as she puts it away. She packs it in a bag and holds it out to Dust "Thank you for shopping! And Can I just say it is lovely to see such a devoted father."

Dust shrugs and mutters a thanks before shooting Killer a warning look.

Killer grins as he nuzzles Nightmare "How are you this huggable tiny boss?"

Nightmare shrugs but holds unto Killer. Killer is also nice to be held by.

They leave the store together and walk back towards the parking lot. Something about meeting up again to go back to Crop's farm. Nightmare isn't really sure. He is already getting tired again adn he mumbles unhappily.

Killer purrs and coos "It is okay tiny boss. babybones need their sleep and rest after all."

Dust nods "Shopping is always busy." he shoots Killer a glare "Why is why i didn't want you to get him tired or overwhelmed."

Killer groans "Yeah yeah you were right. you are always right. can i go back to nuzzlign the baby now?"

Dust looks considerate before nodding "You may."

Killer grins and the nuzzles resume and Nightmare wants to pout and push him off but it is so nice and he can feel himself start to relax as he starts to purr again.

He likes it when his family holds him.

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#realageau #utmv #nightmare sans #deaged nightmare #dust sans #killer sans #What is this?! An actual lore reason why Nightmare is carried all the time and everywhere?!#aside from the fact everyone wants to hold and snuggle the baby #the baby also has a really bad and fragile spine and walking and putting weight on that is a bad idea. so they minimalise it unless it is i #a safe area where they can monitor it easily. like at home or the temp base they set up!#outside though is not safe so it is time to 'Hold Baby'#Nightmare is A-okay with it!#Nightmare is also aware all these four disasters kinda flirting and being interested in one another but doesn't get the big deal #Look this baby lived together with those four while nightmare was still an empath #There is no way he WOULDN'T know #Just something a bit sweet and nice to relax after the other drabbles :3 #Also don't worry about them starting to physically resemble one another! After all! I am sure soul adopting a baby doens't have consequence #especially not if said baby is a god! :D

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dandelions-143 · 5 months

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This is my first skz x reader I’m doing. I am still learning so forgive any mistakes. It’s also very very short!!

Just Friends

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Pairing: Minho x Gn!reader

Wk: 695

Genre: soft/sweet one-shot

Warning: none

Summary: Minho and you have been best friends for years. He decides to cook for you to cheer you up on a dreary day.

Requests: open

You sat looking out of your bedroom window that faces the busy street just a few feet below. It had been raining all day which ruined your plans to go out with friends that afternoon and have a picnic.

A little somber you leaned forward to rest your head against the cool glass. Your eyes watching the people bustling about below. Some beneath umbrellas, some facing the heavy raindrops head on. Just then your eyes catch sight of a man walking across the street towards your building.

He was carrying a few large bags and had a very familiar maroon hat on, shielding a good view of his face but you already knew exactly who it was. Your best friend Minho. You excitedly got up and hurriedly walked to your front door before he even had a chance to appear.

It only took a few minutes and here he came. When he saw you standing in your door way a sweet smile spread across his face causing you to smile in return. “What are you doing?” You ask as he steps passed you with a quick kiss to your cheek and heads right for your kitchen.

“Well plans got canceled so I decided to bring the picnic to you.” Minho glanced your way, his smile returning once again when he caught your eye. You walked over to him and began to help him unpack things.

There were all kinds of yummy fruits and veggies. Noodles, spices, and meats. Broths and even a small container of sushi. “Are we going to have a feast? We’re cooking all of this?” You asked curiously and leaned your cheek on his shoulder as he was a bit taller than you.

Minho turned his catlike eyes on you, “no, you’re going to relax and I am going to cook for you. Dinner and desert and we are going to eat and drink some wine and just enjoying each other’s company.” You smiled and shrugged, “okay, I can definitely do nothing. I like watching you cook anyway.”

“Why, is it attractive?” Minho gave you a sexy little smirk but broke character with a small laugh when he couldn’t ignore the cringe any longer. You giggle and sit down across the small bar from him. “Maybe..”

You two made soft conversation while Minho cooked, the aromas of his work filling your tiny apartment quickly. You talked about friends and work. Just life in general. All the while you both were stealing lingering glances at one another. Blushing a bit deeper than usual whenever your eyes would meet. Like an unspoken language between you two.

Soon the food was ready and you helped him spread a blanket out in your living room. You both set out all the food and then you settled down on the floor as well. Minho came to sit beside you and he filled your plate for you then his own.

The sky began to open up and the rain poured down even harder making the atmosphere a bit more cozy. Minho raised his glass of wine. “So you know what today is?” He asked you. His dark brown eyes watching you curiously and a sweet smile tugging at the corners of his pouty lips.

You bit your bottom lip in thought, “um… Thursday?…” you giggled and shrugged your shoulders. “I’m not so sure, what is today?”

Minho pushed his bangs back from his face and leaned a bit closer to you. “It’s our three year anniversary as friends.” Your eyes grew wide in shock that he even remembered the exact day you two became friends. “Wow.. really?”

You felt a little guilty for not thinking of that but before you could say anything else he reached over and pushed your hair back gently so he could see your eyes better.

“And hopefully this year we can become more than just friends?” He asked softly. It was barely above a whisper as if he was suddenly too shy to speak. You instantly looked up with wide curious eyes. There was a soft pink blush blooming across Minhos cheeks as he kept eye contact with you waiting for your answer.

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echobx · 24 days

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A Mistake - Pope Heyward × fem!reader

summary: Pope and y/n wake up after a heavy night of drinking, and what looks like a hookup, and have to face the consequences of the night.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: talk of sex, morning after pill, fluff, tw throwing up memtion, mention of use of drugs and alcohol

author's note: this is my first time writing Pope, so idk if it's good or not. but I had this idea after I thought about Sex Education (the Netflix show) and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here I am, presenting this fic to you like a newborn baby (i should stop making sick jokes)

The night was a daze. You can barely remember anything that happened after you found that unopened bottle of tequila. The only thing you do know, is that you finally, with the help of alcohol, had the guts to tell your crush how you feel about him.

Waking up hungover is a slow process, first you blink open your eyes, the room looks unfamiliar to you, but that's just how it is sometimes. Your head feels like it's grown ten times bigger overnight, and your throat feels sore. Although the pounding in your ear is growing quieter, it doesn't help with the overall nausea that has your body and mind in a chokehold. You try to remember what happened; how you arrived with your best friends; how they both basically vanished after each found a respectable guy for the night; how you drank your loneliness away and- You roll over to your other side, slowly, to not wake the person who just groaned next to you.

Pope feels like the night before was probably the lowest point in his life. He got high and drunk, thanks to no other than his best friend JJ, and went on a rant about how Kiara had fucked him over. Usually he keeps his face clean with the nice facade of “I'm over it” but that was washed away by the third shot and the end of the first joint. Pope has a philosophy to not hold grudges against his friends, because he knows that it's just gonna ruin his friendships in the long run. Also, he would have too many grudges up until now if he did hold onto them. But when Kie lied to him about liking him too, when she stole his first kiss just to break up with him a day later- He was hurt to say the very least.

“Dude, just let it all out,” JJ encouraged him that night, and boy, oh boy, did he. But what Pope didn't expect was when you had popped up, basically out of nowhere, and yelled at him about how oblivious and annoying he was for not even seeing you as anything more than his lab partner. And maybe, if he wasn't drunk, he wouldn't have been so bold to ask you to dance after you were done screaming at him.

And maybe if he hadn't asked you to dance, you wouldn't have kissed him and asked him to go upstairs. And then maybe he wouldn't have slept with you, and he could remember more about it than just how good it felt.

“Oh God,” he groans louder than he wanted to, making his own head hurt even more.

“You're alive,” you huff, sitting on the edge of the bed, your clothes already on after you scrambled to get up as soon as you had seen him.

“What happened?” Pope asks, but he knows it's just what he thinks it is, what he feels with his body naked under the flimsy sheet.

“We made a mistake,” you shake your head, not daring to look at him and get lost in his eyes, or the curve of his lips.

“Did we-” Pope doesn't want to say it, maybe because there is still a tiny bit of hope that it had just been a dream.

“Yes,” you hiss, walking around the room trying to find the one piece of evidence that you need.

“What are you doing?” He rubs his face with his large hands, and when you look at him, it's almost like you can still feel it; the way he held you and touched you, scared to hurt you, as if you're the most delicate and precious thing he's ever gotten to hold.

“I'm looking for the condom. I'm pretty sure we used one, but I want to be double sure,” you mumble while leaning down to check under the bed, yet you find nothing.

“Uhm, okay. Do you- Was I okay?” he asked sheepishly, his Adam's apple bobbing and making you want to kiss him again, just to know if it feels as good now as it did last night.

“I think so. Can't remember much, just that you kept asking if I was okay and that you weren't hurting me,” you say and he nods.

“Okay, cool,” he keeps on nodding, holding onto the sheet and looking at you as if he's uncomfortable in his own skin.

“You know what, I'm gonna go and you can keep looking. But I'm like 98% sure we used one,” you speak up and turn to leave without another word.

As soon as you are home, you start puking until you feel like your stomach has turned inside out.

You hate yourself for what you did, for saying all those things to him and then still ending up in bed with him. Pope doesn't sleep around, that's a well known fact, but you can't help but wonder if he only did it to shut you up and get you to stop pursuing him, like a “get it out of your system” fuck.

And while you ponder over the night, and try to piece together every little detail, even texting mutual friends to see if they have more knowledge about it, Pope finds himself lying on the porch couch at the Château.

“That’s my man,” JJ laughs loudly as he walks up the stairs and Pope flips him off.

“Can you be quiet,” he groans, folding his arms over his head to block out as much light as possible.

“Dude,” JJ quiets down a bit, but he's still laughing. “First you go full crazy bitch on Kie, and then you fuck that nerdy chick? Please tell me if she's just as much of a freak as she looks like.”

“What?” Pope lifts his arm to glance at the blonde.

“You know, the shy girl stereotype?” JJ quips, sitting down in an armchair.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, and I can't remember anything. I can't even remember if we used protection. I'm fucked. Completely fucked, JJ,” Pope sighs, if he could sink to the bottom of the ocean to avoid the embarrassment, he would do it.

“That's not good. You can pray that she's on birth control, dude, or like get her Plan B,” JJ shrugs and leans back.

“Why did I even listen to you? You're like the devil on my shoulder,” Pope shudders, his body isn't as accustomed to hangovers like JJ is.

“Shut up, you love me. And you needed that, if not just for a good fuck. I mean, when was the last time you got laid?” JJ asks, but his friend doesn't answer, too embarrassed to admit it, after all JJ is the one who keeps trying to get him to hook up with girls, always making sure they can both get some, the perfect wingman.

“No way,” JJ shakes his head.

“Way,” Pope sighs. “What if she's pregnant? What if I fucked everything up, and I can't even remember?”

That's when his phone rings, and he feels like throwing it against the wall, and if he had the money for a new one he would just do it.

“Pope's phone, JJ speaking. How can I help you today?” JJ had picked the phone from his pocket and took the call, with Pope even trying to intervene.

“Is Pope there? I have to talk to him,” your voice quivers and JJ almost drops the phone, he's as giddy as he was the first time he saw boobs, maybe not as much, but it's in the range.

“Yes, I'm gonna hand him over right now,” JJ grins and hands the phone to Pope. You don't understand why Pope hangs out with his friends, most of them aren't really who you would expect him to be friends with, but you don't want to judge him, or them, too much because truly you only know the rumors.

“Hi, Pope?” you ask after a low “m-hm” came through the speaker. “It's y/n, uhm, I wanted to ask if you could come by the pharmacy and help me out.”

“Why are you at the pharmacy?” Pope hates the fact that his brain doesn't work as well when he's drunk or hungover.

“I'm trying to buy the morning after pill, just to be sure, you know, but I don't have enough cash and their card scanner is broken,” you whisper into your phone, not wanting the pedestrians to hear what you were about to do.

“I can be there in ten,” Pope replies while sitting up, but he feels like he's about to empty his stomach on the floor boards as soon as he's steady in his seat again. “Maybe fifteen,” he breaks out before managing to run into the bathroom and throwing the phone back to JJ.

“He'll take twenty, looks pretty nasty. Sorry ‘bout that,” JJ tells you, and you nod patiently.

“Okay, I'll just wait here. I'm sorry about the- Anyway,” you sigh.

“So, is he, like, freaky? ‘Cause it's Pope and-” JJ starts, but you hit red faster than he can finish his sentence, not wanting to think about what you had done the night prior.

It takes Pope thirty minutes to get ready and look at least somewhat respectable when he gets to you. He's wearing light gray jeans shorts and a dark green cut-off shirt, paired with some sunglasses. You can't believe that, even hungover, he looks hotter than you want to imagine at the moment.

“Sorry, I got here as fast as I could manage,” he apologizes, and you nod, not knowing what exactly to say.

“I'm ten bucks short, and she was already judging, so I didn't wanna ask to pay later and-” You stop when you feel his hand on your shoulder, but it's gone as quick as he placed it.

“Sorry. It's okay, that's all I wanted to say. I'm gonna pay for it, was my fault after all,” Pope gives you a tight-lipped smile.

The pharmacy is cold compared to the heat outside, but the judgmental glare the lady behind the counter gives you is worse than the shudder that is going down your spine while standing right under the AC. She hands you the pill, explains the usage and Pope pays, refusing you to pitch in. It's almost like waking up from a fever dream when you walk back out.

“That was horrible,” Pope sighs, heading for the small corner store. “Come on, you need something to drink.”

“I think I'm better going home,” you mumble and something inside him clicks, how nervous you had been last night, much like him.

“I wanted to talk a bit, make sure you're okay,” he says quietly, holding a hand out for you, and your heart makes the choice to take it before your mind can tell you otherwise.

He takes you into the store, asking you all kinds of questions, like what your favorite snack is, and your favorite drink, and once you're done you have a bag full of stuff that you didn't even ask for. It feels like he is trying to make it up to you.

So, when you sit down on an old pier, looking out onto the sea, you can only hope that this isn't just what he always does.

“You know, you didn't have to do all this. I'm okay on my own,” you tell him and turn to look at him, but he's already looking at you. Admiring how pretty you look with the soft glow of the setting sun shining on your skin.

Pope doesn't get confused often, but he does feel a sense of insecurity when it comes to how his body feels when looking at you. Sure, you have always been pretty, beautiful even, and he likes the jokes you make in class and how quick you are with your answers to difficult questions, but he has never paid as much attention to you as he does now.

“Do I have something on my face?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“No, you're just really pretty,” he sighs contently, before realizing what he said and shaking his head as if to clear his mind. “I'm sorry, that wasn't-”

“Pope, it's okay,” you smile at him, taking his hand and drawing his eyes back to you.

“I've never done this before,” he gulps.

“Bought Plan B? Me neither,” you giggle, and he thinks it's his new favorite sound.

“No, all of this. You're probably gonna think I'm fucking you over when I say this, but as embarrassing as it is to admit with the circumstances, this was my first time,” he speaks quietly and your eyes widen.

“Your- I thought you and your friend-” your words get stuck in your throat.

“No, she broke it off before anything could happen, and I'm glad she did.” He smiles, but it looks like he's still hurt by it. “You?”

“Not the first, but I don't have any more comparisons to make here,” you laugh because it feels like a sick joke. “At least your friend isn't as much of an ass like my ex.”

“I'm sorry,” Pope says, and you feel like he truly does care.

“It's okay,” you tell him and take the small package in your hands. The instructions the lady gave you are the same as on the manual inside.

“Bottoms up?” you tell Pope and hold your soda out, making him clink his can against yours. The pill goes down smoothly, but you're unsure if it was even necessary.

“You'd think there would be more foolproof ways to this than… all that,” you sigh and point at the world around you.

“What do you mean?” Pope asks, taking another sip of his soda.

“Even if you do everything right, life can still fuck you over. You can play by all the rules, be a perfect little angel to the world, and still lose.”

“You mean, like chaos theory?” Pope ponders.

“Maybe. I'm not sure. It's just not fair and shit keeps happening and just for once I would like it to go not wrong,” you sigh exasperatedly.

“Maybe it doesn't have to,” he mumbles, and a small smile creeps into his face. Pope is aware of the comedy of the situation, to suggest you start dating after hooking up is probably one of the craziest things he has ever done, right after drunkenly hooking up with you and not being able to remember it. Yet, you are his favorite lab partner, and he likes your brains and your smile and how you are really not shy when you know you're right.

“What are you proposing?” you ask, and he beams at you.

“Would you go out with me?”

You nod, hesitantly at first, but with every move of your head you get more confident in your choice. “I'd love to.”

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#pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x y/n #pope heyward x you #pope heyward fluff #pope heyward fic #my writing #~fanfiction

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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Hi!

First off, this is my first time asking for some fic recs. but thank you for your service. I am new to this fandom but have been in MANY other fandoms and you are doing some fine work, friend. Hats off to you!🫡

Now onto my fic search, I just read “A Tiny Bit of String” by bunnymaccool. It was absolutely lovely, but only a one shot and I need more! I was wondering if there are any other fics out there similar to it, namely where some or all of the Hales magically return and Derek has to deal with suddenly having his family back? Or any other Fix-It Alive Hale Family fics. Preferably Sterek, but non-ship related would be fine too. Thank you for your help!! :)

Yeah I think so.

A Tiny Bit of String by bunnymaccool

(1/1 I 14,283 I Teen I Sterek)

The pulling of a single bit of string can sometimes, perhaps, unravel the entire piece of knitting.

Sometimes the universe decides it has taken too much… and chooses to give back.

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Castle On The Hill by thegirlnamedcove

(3/3 I 4,742 I Teen)

“I figured it out!” Stiles skidded into the loft at ten at night, all noise and kinetic energy. Derek was parked in an armchair up against the picture window, a book in his lap, and irritation growing by the second. “What?” “Magic. I figured it out. Well, some of it, the important parts, hey how opposed are you to bloodletting?” He sighed and snapped his book shut, rising from the chair to head Stiles off before he started poking around trying to find Derek’s knives. “Moderate to very. What did you figure out?” “Derek. I can bring them back. The Hales, your family, I can bring all of them back.”

Dream of Life Again by BarlowGirl

(1/1 I 18,321 I Explicit)

“You better be ready,” Lydia says as she cleans dirt out from under her nails with an antiseptic wipe. Stiles can smell the lemon scent even from where he stands a few feet away. She’s probably going to end up covered in blood in a few moments, but she likes to be in control in any way she can, so he doesn’t tease her about this. “It’s time to start.”

“I’m ready,” Stiles says and he’s pretty sure it’s not even a lie. Hopefully.

Scott, Stiles, and Lydia each sit at one point of the triskelion that Lydia’s drawn on the tarp. The center is a tight knot of some language Stiles had never even heard of before this, written in ink in tiny writing. It’s beautiful and also makes him slightly nauseated. Lydia makes both cuts, so the blood drops from Stiles’ arm and Scott’s, too, into the center of the triskelion. There’s wolfsbane on Scott’s knife, not enough to make him sick, but enough to keep him from healing too quickly.

It’s a surprisingly simple thing, after that, for what they’re doing. Blood, a few words, and a little magic.

Just those things, and, for the first time in three years, Laura Hale gasps in a breath.

No Other Love by Idday

(1/1 I 18,745 I Teen)

And maybe it’s irony, or the universe at work, or maybe it’s just Derek Hale’s shitty luck, but that’s when, at that exact moment (as Stiles will swear later), there’s a knock on the door. “Laura?” Derek breathes in disbelief, and Stiles feels his own face fall into confused slackness. Because the girl standing in the doorway? The last time Stiles had seen her—or, well, half of her—she’d been very naked, and very, very dead. “Hey, baby bro,” she says with a grin. ... OR: The one where Laura comes back from the dead, and it turns out to be bad for Stiles, because he’s suddenly spending a lot of quality time with one of the coolest people he’s ever met, and her brother. The guy that he might be just a little in love with. He's not okay.

Oh Alpha, My Alpha OR Pack. Finally. by iLuvSteterundSterek

(15/? I 30,680 I Teen)

What if Lydia resurrected Laura instead? And what if Derek gave the alpha spark back to the rightful alpha? The Hale Pack might finally regain control over Beacon Hills. The only problems may be the emissary who failed his pack, and the hypocritical wolf who thinks that Beacon Hills and Stiles are his.

AND

@lovesouthernsweettea suggested this one!

One More Again by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(16/16 I 22,238 I Not Rated I Sterek)

When a strange man appears in the Hale Pack territory with an unusual proposition for Stiles and Lydia, Stiles is unable to resist going back in time to stop the Hale House fire.

Even after a few bumps in the road, Stiles finds himself in the past with one nearly-insurmountable goal - getting Talia Hale and the rest of her family to trust him with their lives.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles #laura hale #anon #submssion

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butyou-callmewhenyourebored · 1 year

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Ross MacDonald Imagine

Summary: In which you and Ross have always been in love and the boys are just waiting for the two of you to realise. Loosely based off the prompt “Did you really think we didn’t know you two were together.”

Warnings: Swearing, a bit of vulgar language. Insinuating towards sexual themes in parts. Tiny bit of actual smut somewhere in there. minors dni Mentions of an actual name near the end to avoid the use of y/n you guys will just have to deal with it or imagine your own name yourselves.

Author's Note: I know this has taken me for fucking ever to finish. But you will be delighted to know or maybe not if you think it's shit. But this fic is over 18K words. I'm so in love with this man it is very easy to write for him. So enjoy! x

p.s if you guys could help think of a title for this little number that would be great!

Word Count: 18.5K

Growing up with international pop stars always sounds great from an outside perspective until you see them once in a blue moon. Sure it’s all glamorous parties, fancy events and VIP passes when they’re in town but honestly you’d rather just be on the sofa in your house with your best friends. Too many bodies, not enough space for bums and being all up in each other’s personal space whilst you nurse the hangovers you know you’re all too old to be having at your big age. But that wasn’t the case when your best friends toured the world two years at a time before they even got chance to come home and invade your space for a measly few hours, a couple of days at the most before they ventured off back to the rest of their lives.

You couldn’t really remember life without the boys. Having grown up with them in Cheshire, you had all gone to the same school and you were in the same year as Matty and Ross so you had pretty much gone your entire life with them in at this point. A lot of your friends from school had come and gone but the five of you collectively had weathered everything together. You loved the four of them so much, they were apart of your very being and the fact you didn’t see them nearly as much as you would ever like, hurts your soul too much to handle.

You of course in your own line of work were successful; both of your careers crossing paths due to Matty’s request and what Matthew wants, Matthews gets! Not that you’d ever say no him, which will probably be your downfall at some point. Whilst they were off becoming the best band in the world and building their fanbase, you were excelling in your chosen career path within styling, specifically mens grooming. And after a little bit of a drunken ramble from Matthew after your career highlight of grooming the Arctic Monkeys’ for their AM era, he asked you to come to LA to help kickstart their ilwys era because let’s be honest there was no styling during self titled whatsoever!

If you thought travelling the world with the Arctic Monkeys was your career highlight, Matty pretty damn made sure that the 75 were your only favourite northerners after that. Which was cute if you didn’t know the boy like the back of your hand, that and the fact Hann had let it slip over a brew one day that he was jealous of the Yorkshire men for “stealing you away!” There was no secrets between you and the lads, you guys were as close as friends could be. You were family.

You and Ross had always been naturally drawn to one another; especially as the band grew at rapid speed, you centred the boys, always there with a home truth to humble them when their head’s got too big. Not that Ross ever needed humbling, but you quickly became his (thier) piece of home when he (they) missed the simplicity and quietness of Cheshire whilst they was on the other side of the world. But then you also both became each other’s person when in a crowded room. Your eyes meeting and automatically knowing what the other needed; if that was another drink, a dance or to be saved from the chaos of the crowds of people or an escape plan. You had each other’s back, always.

You weren’t entirely sure when you and Ross fell in love with one another but to quote John Greene “It was like falling asleep; slowly and then all at once.”

2013

The boys had finally released their debut album and the five of you were currently sat in the boys’ tiny shared flat as you waited to see where they had charted. The countdown was on and they were quickly itching towards the top three on the album charts. There was a bottle of champagne you had bought waiting on the coffee table, the small static radio playing in the corner on the shelf above the tv. Radio 1’s album chart show recapping the rest of the top ten had you squeezing both Ross and Matty’s hands tightly as you waited in anticipation.

“And coming in at number two this week is a new entry from Nine Inch Nails with Hesitation Marks which means debuting at number one this week is The 1975 with their debut self titled album!”

The choked out gasp/squeal that came out of your mouth was quickly over powered by the sheer noise of the screams from the boys who were now jumping around their living room in celebration. Pulling your hands from your face, where they were covering your mouth in shock; Ross pulled you up from the sofa and instantly wrapping you up in his arms before spinning you round in what little room they had in the living room to begin with as you squealed in excitement.

Before you could really soak up what was happening; Matty was pulling you out of Ross’ arms and jumping on you like a toddler on a sugar high before pressing his lips against yours with pure adrenaline! Just about catching the two of you, Ross held on to your shoulders to make sure you both didn’t end up on the floor as you started cackling at their lead singer’s behaviour before he headed off to hug the others.

You couldn’t breath as Matty squeezed you tightly. A soft giddy chant of “We did it! We did it! We did it!” In your ear as he jumped in your arms.

“You did it!” You confirmed with a grin; holding him by the shoulders so you could see his face properly, your eyes glimmering as tears of pure pride and happiness threatened to spill. Pure elation etched across his face as he pulled you into him again.

“Dude! Stop hogging her! It’s my turn!” George came bumbling past everything in his way and ripping you from his grasp and into his own.

Jumping into the drummers arms; you clung on like a koala as you hugged him tightly, a singular arm reaching out behind you, you made a grabbing gesture towards the guitarist. Adam immediately wrapped his hand up in yours and pulled himself towards the pair of you, trapping you between the pair. Catching a glimpse of you sandwiched between his mates, Matty instantly made his way towards you, Ross hot on his heels to join you in a group hug.

“I’m so fucking proud of you. This just proves that all your hard work has finally paid off and everything that I’ve thought about you four is true. The rest of the country is just finally catching up!” Your eyes flitted between your four boys that you were currently sandwiched between, bright smiles reaching all of their eyes as they stared back at you warmly. “Okay stop! Or I will start fucking crying and we haven’t even started drinking yet!” You cackled loudly. “Speaking of… I think it’s time to open that bottle, don’t you think?”

“Matthew. The honours!” You smirked.

Jumping out of your personal space and into action, the boys all gave you a little breathing room as you jumped down from George’s arms, just as Matty snatched the bottle of Champagne off the coffee table and giddily ripping off the protective wrapping. Shaking the bottle as he popped the cork, the bubbly starting to spray over you all as he continued to shake it in celebration.

“All right that’s enough! That was expensive! I’d like to have at least one glass you twat!” You scorned before reaching for mix match wine glasses the boys had acquired over their time in the flat.

Two wine glasses, one champagne flute, a tumbler and a ‘worlds best dad mug’ which you weren’t entirely sure where it had come from to be honest but the assortment of drinking attire made you grin and it was so quintessentially them that you didn’t care that one of you was about to drink champagne from a chipped mug to celebrate their album going to number one. You just made a mental note to buy them a set for when their second went to number one instead!

It was several hours later and the group of you were severely drunk, the boys stoned after passing round a joint as you celebrated the boys getting to number one with their debut. You knew that the record label would throw them a bigger fancier party another time but you couldn’t think of anything more perfect than getting pissed in the flat with them.

You were currently deep in a heated discussion with Matty about his love for you and how he hates that you’ve already been stolen away from them. You felt like it was useless to try argue with a pissed Matty but as he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer so he could really get into the topic. If you weren’t as pissed as you were, you probably would have laughed at his persistence.

“Babe.” Matty’s whine; actually caused the smirk to spread across your face. “You’re going to leave again and that stupid handsome bastard is going to knock us off the top spot and then you’re going to be swanning round the world with them when you should be with us.”

“Matty love.” You grabbed onto the hand that was resting on top of your thigh. “I couldn’t give a shit if they get number one next week.” You reached up to grab hold of his face when he grumbled into his wine glass. “What I care about is the fact you just got a number one debut album! I am so fucking proud of each and every one of you because you deserve every bit of praise that you’re going to get from this because you’re so fucking talented.”

You turned round to face the other three boys. “You have worked your arses off for the past ten years to get to this moment. And your debut album is the number one album in the country! Do you understand how insane that is! My best friends have a number one album. That’s mental!” You then reached behind you, blindly grabbing onto Ross. “If they get number one next week? Cool. It’s just another number one to them, they probs won’t even care as much as they did the first time. But you could be number one for three weeks or you could have charted at number eight tonight and I would still have been just as proud as I am right now. Do you understand me?” Your voice firm as you looked Matty directly in the eye, his lip quivering a little as he nodded at your praise.

“Good. Now go get the shots in before I fucking cry again!”

Shoving your legs off of him, Matty rushed into the kitchen to grab something to pour whatever liquor he could find into so you could carry on celebrating. This was the thing, you hadn’t been working with the Monkeys very long but with their established career you’ve noticed that the events you’ve been invited to since you had been with them were all big industry parties where they had to talk to the big wigs and fake interest in everything everyone had to say. There was always work chat happening around you, cameras flashing and people in overly expensive outfits. Nothing was an intimate affair.

You’d rather do this. Passing a joint around the living room, getting wine drunk and curled up against your best friend (any of them will do) but it was currently the bassist who’s hands were rubbing circles against the top of your thigh, your legs draped over his as you conversed in whispers as the tiredness started to seep into your bones.

You could see it in his eyes too, yours flashing towards the clock on the fireplace. The hands striking 02:10, the realisation making the yawn press its way out of you and setting off a rippling effect as you watched Ross and then Hann yawn too. Snuggling further into Ross’ side, your head on his shoulder. You pressed a sleepy kiss to the crook between his neck and collarbone, mumbling the words “So proud of you.” Against his skin.

You felt a kiss pressed to the top of your head as he whispered; “So I’ve heard. Thanks sweetheart means a lot.” Before he announced he was taking you to bed to the rest of the boys and sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to his room where you fell asleep next to him but woke up warmly in his arms.

2015

Since the release of their debut album; your boys had been on a world tour and away from you way too long! You had also been travelling the world with the Monkey’s and experiencing tour life yourself and as much as you loved the Yorkshire men and the time you had spent with them since meeting them in early 2013. You really did miss your best friends and the moment the five of you had both finished your respective tours, you wanted nothing more than to be with them and be needy as fuck by not leaving their side until they physically had to prise you off them but luck wasn’t on your side.

It felt like that it was never going to happen when the boys were off on holiday and going straight into the studio as soon as tour was over for them. FaceTiming the boys with the time difference was always awkward and it wasn’t the same. Until Matty called you asking (read begging) you to come work with them as they started on their new album campaign. Your suitcase was packed quicker than you could say ‘The 1975’ you were now stood in the departure lounge ready to head to Los Angeles to see the boys. You looked down to see your phone was ringing once more for the fourth time that day. Matty’s face flashing up on your screen. Again.

“Matthew.” You sighed, pressing your phone to your ear.

“You’re still coming aren’t you? Please say you’re coming?” Matty started rambling as you moved further down the queue, literally heading towards the plane as you struggled to get a word in edge ways.

“Matty love. I’m literally getting on the plane right now. Calm down. You’re going to see me in eight hours and then you can annoy me all you want in person.”

“I won’t annoy you I promise. I’m just anxious and I really want you here.”

“Sweetheart. I actually encourage you to be annoying. I’ve missed you. All of you so so much. I can’t wait to be annoyed by you.”

“You’re going to regret saying that.” Matty sighed out a relieved laugh.

“Hmmm. I’m sure I will but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Look I really have to go. I’ll see you soon okay.”

“Okay. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too dickhead!” You laughed; passing the crew member your passport and ticket before heading down the tunnel, ready to be reunited with your boys.

When you touched down in the city of Los Angeles; the crowds of people and seemingly paparazzi that were swimming around LAX was giving you anxiety and sending your stress levels through the roof but when you saw Jamie stood holding a sign that had your childhood nickname ‘Mouse’ scrawled in Matty’s messy penmanship your heartbeat slowed down again as you quickened the pace, embracing the man in front of you.

“Boys wanted to come. Especially Matty but I didn’t want him to cause a scene. Thought you might not appreciate it after a long flight.”

“Thanks. As much as I love them, I’d rather not smell like plane when I see them too!” You let out a laugh as you both made your way out of the airport, your bigger suitcase in Jamie’s hand whilst you wheeled your smaller one towards the car.

Upon jumping in the back; you barely had any time to collect yourself or close the door before you were being attacked. Securely trapped underneath the body of whoever was already in the car, you spared a glance up at them once you had collected your breathing after your unsuspected heart attack to find Matty grinning down at you. Mirroring his grin; a cackle erupted from your chest as his curls tickled you as he repeated pressed kisses all over your face like an over excited puppy.

“Okay that’s enough. Jesus!” You finally managed to push him off you with a laugh just as Jamie jumped in the front.

“Buckle in kids! Not setting off until belts are on. No accidents on my watch!”

“Yes Dad!” The pair of you replied in sync. You and your curly haired best mate shared a side eyed glance before bursting into giggles as Jamie pulled out of the airport car park with a shake of his head, just as he launched into explaining that the boys refused to let you stay in a hotel so he was dropping you off at their rented house and he’d let the boys explain sleeping arrangements etc once you had settled in.

“Really fucking missed you mate.” Matty mumbled; snuggling his head into the side of your neck, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Me too. Can’t wait to squeeze the boys.”

“Yeah, they weren’t too happy I got to come to the airport but what are they going to do?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Fuck all is what they’ll do!”

“I’m so happy you’re here, I can feel my anxiety slipping away already.” He hummed. “You’re not going back to those other northerners. You’re ours.” Matty spoke softly as he played with your fingers, the sweetness outweighing his very obvious jealousy.

“All yours love.”

You smiled softly at him, pressing a kiss to the top of his curls before riding silently back to the house that would become your home for the next however long you were in LA. When you entered the house; Jamie and Matty close behind with your suitcases you had barely made it into the entryway before George was barrelling towards you and sending you both tumbling to the floor. You let out a groan as you felt the weight of George’s gigantic frame on top of you.

“Missed you so much bitch!” He whispered in your ear as he squeezed you tight, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your face.

“Missed you too G! But fuck I think you’ve just broke my back!” You groaned; wiggling under his weight to try dismiss some of the pain that was now coursing through you.

“Yeah I did!” George grinned and that was the moment you knew it was time to push him off you before you actually had chance to knock the annoying smirk off his face.

“God I hate you!” You exclaimed as you reached out to grab Hann’s awaiting hand, the giant sassing you right back that he knew you definitely didn’t, as Adam pulled you into a much more respectable greeting. Hugging you warmly before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek and telling you he’s missed you loads, you squeezed him back tightly just as Ross came into view.

Stepping out of Hann’s arms; you shared a look of fondness with the bassist, the two of you beaming before sprinting into his arms where he squeezed you so tight you thought you might pop but you didn’t care because you with back with your favourite person (people). Wrapping your arms around his neck; you couldn’t help but sigh a deep sigh of happiness as you revelled in the warmth of Ross’ arms.

“God I’ve missed you so much.” Ross whispered in your ear.

“I’ve missed you more.” You whispered back.

“Impossible!” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before you abruptly turned in his arms to face the rest of the band and demanding a tour of your new abode.

Sleeping arrangements at the house; were that you were a bedroom short and no matter how much you told them you were fine with staying somewhere else and many arguments about how you were definitely not allowed to sleep on the sofa. You had admitted defeat; knowing you were never going to win and you were going to take it in turns sharing. Not that you minded; you guys were family. You had all shared tighter spaces and definitely worse spaces than a king sized bed in a luxurious house in Los Angeles. You were positive you would survive sharing with the band during your stay. Although Matty’s snoring was the one thing you were dreading when it came to Matty’s turn to share.

You had spent the first week sharing with Ross. Absolute bliss; he was clean, he opened up space in his wardrobe so you didn’t have to live out of your case and made space in his drawers for all your socks and underwear, he always let you choose what you watched before bed and was the best person to snuggle. You almost felt bad about not wanting to spend the next week with George! But as soon as you found out that Ross was more than willing to welcome you back for the rest of your duration after your week apart. You were quick to move back in with the bassist and that’s where you stayed much to your needy friend Matthew’s dismay.

The first week of being in LA was catching up with the boys, lying by the pool and catching a much needed tan that you couldn’t acquire back home and sitting in the studio whilst the boys work and doing nothing but admire them doing the thing you always loved the most. Watching them create magic. Then you were in back to back meetings with the band, Jamie and their team about the look they were wanting go for in terms of visuals for all their music videos and promo shots etc. It was something you were very excited about and couldn’t wait to start working on with them.

Love Me had been decided on the first single and you were currently on set and setting up everything you needed in terms of making sure the boys looked their absolute best. You were currently in the process of trying to tame George’s hair but neither your gentle giant nor his hair were cooperating when it came to sitting still.

“I swear to God. If you don’t sit still. I’m going to punch you so fucking hard.” You scowled at him. “The quicker this is done, the quicker we get finished. The quicker I can stop thinking of ways of hurting you and your curly headed mate.”

“He’s your curly headed mate too you know!” He chuckled at your unimpressed face. “I’m sorry. I’ll sit still promise.”

You were just on the edge of perfecting George’s look when Matty came barrelling in with Jamie hot on his tail as Matty’s sing song voice rang throughout the room, “Sweetheart!My beautiful best friend and love of my life!” He skipped straight on over and bouncing on the balls of his feet, stopping right next to George.

Taking a deep breath. You dropped your hands from George’s face, turning towards your best friend with a tight lipped smile. “You know you love me?”

“What have you done?” Your tone deadpan and already done with wherever this conversation is heading.

“It’s actually more what you can do for us.” Jamie interrupted. “Our main model didn’t realise that it was the boys she was booked for and is apparently already acquainted with Matthew.” Jamie paused to side eye his front man. Your own face less than impressed as you eyed him too.

“So she’s ‘politely’ declined and left. Matty didn’t want to do the main bit with anyone else so he’s come up with a plan.” Jamie then gestured for Matty to talk.

“Would you, my favourite person to ever grace this earth, please be my video girl? You’re already comfortable with me, you’ve seen me in several states of undress already and we’ve got mad chemistry and you’re so ridiculously hot that no one will ever know you’re not a hot shot model anyway! So what you do you say? Fancy a frolic in a hot tub?”

You blinked rapidly at him. You actually genuinely could not believe the words that were leaving your idiot friend’s mouth. He wanted you to be filmed in high definition to be seen by thousands of people and to live on the internet forever because he just couldn’t keep it in his pants. Frolic in a hot tub with him, in a bikini and do God knows what with him? Matthew couldn’t be serious? You weren’t entirely sure how long you had been staring at him when he started talking again.

“We’ll pay you double what you’re already getting. Please darling you know I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t desperate. We’d look so good together. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

You looked down at George who was next to you, he had some sort of amused look etched across his features that caused you to frown but then you caught the eye of Adam and Ross (your two favourite members of the band just fyi) looking at you sympathetically from across the room. You let out a sigh. God you needed to acquire some will power.

“You don’t have to pay me double. I’m already here aren’t I?” You rolled your eyes as Matty barrelled into you, yanking you into his arms. “I’ve just got one condition.”

Matty held your shoulders at arms length, promising. “Anything!”

Quickly glancing around the room, you caught the eyes of the rest of the band before smirking at Matty. “I’m not necking you. I have to draw a line somewhere Matthew!” The chortle that left George’s mouth was enough to make you grin as Matty’s face fell.

“What?! You’re no fun!” He sulked, before grumbling. “Not like we haven’t before.”

“That doesn’t count. We were sixteen!” You laughed; watching as he folded his arms across his chest like a child being told off. “You can’t play by those rules babe because then I could neck all of you in the video and no offence I don’t want to do that again.”

Your eyes quickly flashed towards Ross briefly before flitting back to Matty again. You thought you had got away with it but Adam definitely saw the interaction and the slight flush that crept it’s way onto his mate’s cheeks as you changed the subject, as Jamie directed you towards the wardrobe department to get you sorted for your music video debut.

Before you knew it you were in a skimpy swimsuit, bright blue eyeliner around your eyes, hair tossed into a cute messy bun and you were frolicking in a hot tub with Matty Healy. You’ll give him credit when it’s due, it was very easy to play pretend with him because he was right, you had a natural chemistry having been best friends with him over a decade and had seen him do some disgusting things in your time. So when his hands grabbed at your waist as he floated over towards you and ran his tongue straight up the side of your neck and straight up the side of your face, you couldn’t help but throw your throw your head back in laughter as his hands, his curls and his tongue tickled you, you really didn’t bat an eyelid.

Gently pushing him away; Matty almost instantly pulled you back towards him causing you to end up straddling him, so you cheekily licked his face in retaliation causing the two of you to grin at each other brightly before shoving each other playfully just as the director yelled cut.

“Excellent! You’re both amazing! Let’s see if we can get all five of you in there for some extra shots.” The director called out for the boys to join you.

You watched as the other three giants all clad in their trunks made their way over, standing up you knew as the smallest person there it would be easier to fit you in last than it would for them to climb in and end up squishing you. George dived straight on in without a second thought, splashing you as you attempted to get out of the way. Adam; ever the gentleman that he is, held out his hand to help you step out before stepping in himself like a normal person before floating off in Matty’s direction before Ross clambered on in too. Holding out his hand; your fingers found his easily, stepping back in and slinking back under the water and letting his hands naturally find your waist to pull you back so you were sitting against his chest.

“So more of the same please. Playful, splash the guys, flirt. Not as full on as before but look like you guys are all having fun!” The director shouted before yelling action.

The five of you continued to mess about, doing as instructed. It wasn’t exactly a chore to act like you were having fun with the band. Your laugh loud as you held your hands in front of your face as George spat jacuzzi water at you like the tramp that he is! Scrambling to get away you quickly managed to bump into Ross’ chest, causing you to turn and look up at him with a grin. You found him already looking at you cheekily, the look in his eyes made you shudder but you shrugged it off, sticking your tongue out at him as George surprisingly yanked you towards him at full speed. It all but continued until the director had decided he had enough footage of this particular storyboard for you guys to jump out.

You stayed sitting for a moment as Adam, Matty and George wrapped themselves in towels, finally having the space to stretch a little after being squished in between your friends for the past half hour. It was then you noticed Ross casually leaning against the side, arms wide as he watched you with a soft smile on his face. You were going to ask what he was looking at when you spotted a speckle on his cheek and floated on over, slotting into his inside easily and sweeping your fingertip across his cheekbone.

Holding your finger between the two of you, you glanced at it before glancing back up at the brunette. “Make a wish.” You whispered. Blowing gently so the eyelash floated away. Ross took you in for a moment, forgetting where you were and that Matty was stood behind the monitor still watching you. “You going to tell me what you wished for?”

“Won’t come true if I say it out loud now will it?” Ross cocked an eyebrow at you with a smirk.

“Right! Let’s get out before I end up looking like a prune!” You laughed.

“Prettiest prune I’ve ever seen though.” You blinked up at the brunette as he kissed the tip of your nose before jumping out, waiting for you with his arm out stretched ready to help out of the water and into some dry (his) clothes.

The footage of all five of you ended up being scrapped from the final edit of the video, claims of you all looked too squished in the tub.

What you didn’t know was that the real reason it was scrapped was because when Matty reviewed the footage; the fact you and his bassist were looking so sickeningly in love with one another whenever you looked in each other’s direction. He couldn’t risk having anyone say anything about it online, that and he wanted to protect you both. Also with your solo footage with him, you’re supposed be his hot chick and you couldn’t be looking at anyone else other than him but mainly the first thing.

2017

2016 had been a good bloody year for the boys! They had released their sophomore album I Like It When You Sleep For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It in February and it had gone straight to number one in the UK and to the top of the Billboard charts in the US, giving them their first US number one. This time you made sure they were fully prepared for when your celebrations came around, gifting Matty (and the rest of the boys) who had just moved into a new house a beautiful set of wine glasses/champagne flutes each. Although nothing will ever beat drinking out of a chipped ‘Worlds Best Dad’ mug for self titled’s celebration but you did promise you’d celebrate properly this time and if anything, you stick to your promises.

They went and embarked on their world tour starting in Australia and The States in January and ending back home in December. It was a complete world wind and now you were both steady with your careers, you were able to travel with them for long periods of time in between your other jobs so you didn’t have to miss each other as much as you did during self titled. This you know Matty was very pleased with because it meant that you weren’t with the ‘other northerners’!

The boys had also been nominated for a Mercury Music Award for best album of the year and you couldn’t have been prouder of them. They deserved every number one album, every glowing review, every award nomination and it was a privilege to be by their sides as they achieved this. So when The Brit nominations came out in January and they had been nominated for Album of the Year and Best Group, you felt like your heart could burst. Then you got asked to attend with the band.

“Do you maybe, want to be my date?” Ross had asked shyly.

“You ask like I would ever say no! I’d be honoured to be your date MacDonald!”

So here you were the night of The Brits; your hair in curlers and a make up artist finishing off the last minute touches to your face whilst you were in between you running around the hotel room in your dressing gown and attending to the boys’ outfits that were hung up in the living room area of the suite management had hired out for you. Adam was already here; groomed to perfection (not like there was much to perfect with this angel of a man) and waiting for the others to arrive.

Ross was next to arrive just as your make up artist was leaving so as you quickly got him ready, your boys grabbed a bear whilst you waited for the troublesome twosome to arrive. Naturally they had to be hand delivered by Jamie because they were fannying about so as you rushed around, you thought about how grateful you were to earlier you, for thinking about getting yourself ready first before the boys showed up.

You could hear Jamie calling out that the car had arrived as he returned, the boys all shuffling about as they collected themselves ready to leave. You could hear Ross call your name as you rushed round the bedroom to find your shoes. Just managing to slip your foot into your last heel, you smoothed down the front of your dress as the door swung open. “Babe, the cars he…”

The bassist stopped in the doorway, jaw slack as he took in your appearance. Turning over your shoulder, a flurry of worry washed over you when Ross failed to continue speaking. “Do I look okay? God! This dress looks awful doesn’t it?” You asked, panic setting in as you nervously ran your hands down the front of your dress. Ross blinked at you; his expression one as if you had three heads. Shaking his own quickly, he let out a short chuckle.

“You look incredibly beautiful love.” He shot you a warm smile, your panic washing away instantly as he held out his hand. “Ready to go?”

Nodding. He felt a rush of warmth hit his cheeks as he caught sight of your tanned legs through the thigh high slit of the black elegant dress you were wearing for the evening. The plunging neckline of the dress leaving little to the imagination as your cleavage bounced with every step you took towards him. Slipping you hand into his, you met the boys and their dates downstairs in the lobby. Holding your clutch in front of your face as you were greeted with wolf whistles, you pleaded for them to just get in the car without any further embarrassment.

“Who are you and what have you done with our best friend?” Matty’s voice echoed through the hotel lobby as he came in to kiss your cheek.

“Yeah you look smokin’! Might have to steal you away later!” You pushed George away when he attempted to swat your ass after also pressing a kiss to your face. You really did hate him sometimes!

“You look beautiful sweetheart.” Adam pressed a deft kiss to your cheek before returning to Carly’s side. You really did appreciate him.

“Right you lot. In the car now or we’ll be late for the carpet!” Jamie ushered you all out of the hotel in a flurry.

You had been to a lot of fancy industry events since your career had taken off with both the boys and the Monkey’s. You had even been to The Brits before back in 2014 but not in the capacity that you were tonight, you were at work. You definitely had fun afterwards but tonight you could definitely let your hair down even though the boys had an outfit change for their performance. You were confident that it would be a seamless transition and you’d be able to enjoy their performance with Carly and Gabby from the audience.

You had probably drunk a little bit too much champagne but you didn’t care you were here to celebrate your boys. Matty and George were smoking weed under the table. You were trying to concentrate on what Carly and Adam were trying to say to you over the noise of the room but Ross kept saying ridiculous things in your ear about other people he had seen and making you lose concentration. Slapping your hand against the top of his leg; you threw your head back in more drunk laughter. His hand making its way on to your bare thigh as he giggled, pulling you in closer as you carried on your conversation with the rest of the table. You didn’t mind, you let him. It was harmless. Nobody was going to know in their inebriated states anyway, especially when you were covered by the table cloth. Except you forgot that Matty and George were underneath the table.

Then their category was up. Then their name was called out. Tears prickling at your eyes the moment the band’s name hit your ears. Your table on its feet as you all congratulated the boys. Bodies pulled against one another as they hugged their loved ones. Yours automatically finding their way around Ross’s neck as you squeezed him impossibly close.

“I’m so bloody proud of you!”

You grinned up at him. Ross pecked you on the lips like it was the most natural thing in the world and before you could be caught up (too much) in the moment or overthink, you were being yanked into George’s arms just as Matty was pulling Ross into a kiss before bounding round the table, kissing you too before they headed up on stage to accept their award.

Wrapping your arms around Louis’ bicep, you rested your chin upon his shoulder as you watched them collect The Brit Award for Best British Group. Proud didn’t even cover it as you beamed from ear to ear as a room full of their peers gave them their dues. Finally after all this time. It was about damn time if anyone asked you.

Then came the after party.

You definitely partied more than you did three years prior with the Monkey’s and that was a wild night by anyone’s standards. But your best friends of twenty two years had just been crowned Best British Group of the year at the fucking Brit Awards! This was grounds to celebrate and to celebrate hard! Your feet were hurting in your heels as you stood in the smoking area of the club with George and Ross. Matty no where to be seen but an incoherent voice note referring to an ‘after after party’ at the hotel was buzzing through your group chat.

The ‘after after parties’ were always better in your opinion. They were always at a hotel or someone’s house, which meant you could kick your shoes off at your first convenience and you could hear whoever you were conversing with better than when you’d have to scream over the music in whatever club you were in. Not that you spoke to anyone that wasn’t in your circle or anyone that wasn’t within two feet off Ross because you were joint at the hip the entire night. His hand never far from your lower back, your hip or just any part of you in general as you celebrated with your people.

Just like right now in the back of the car on the way back to your hotel, his hand sat comfortably on the top of your leg as you squished in with the rest of the gang. You didn’t think anyone noticed considering how obliterated you all seemed to be or maybe they did, they just didn’t know what they were looking at in their inebriated states. What they definitely didn’t see was what you did after slipping out of the hotel room your party was being held in to head to your own to freshen up, you best friend hot on your tail.

Running down the hotel corridor; hand grasped tightly in your best friend’s, your drunk giggles reverberated through the corridor as you ran away from all the noise at Matty’s. The abrupt stop had Ross bumping into the back of you, hands gripping your waist to stop him from toppling over. “Shit.” He drunkly grumbled; before giggling and spinning you round so you were face to face.

Ross’ stare flitted across your features. Long eyelashes, flushed cheeks and bright red lipstick donning your face. You only blinked up at his handsome face, not getting the chance to ask what was wrong when he spoke.

“You look so fucking beautiful tonight. Have I told you that? ”

Ross barely whispered as he pulled you closer so you were flushed against him. Smoothing down the lapels of his suit, you nodded slowly, unable to do anything else in your champagne haze. The next thing you knew; your back was against your hotel room door and Ross’ lips were on yours, kissing you like your lives depended on it.

God knows how long you were snogging in the hotel corridor but the fear of being caught by the boys had your brain jump into gear a little bit. Not a lot but enough. Groaning into Ross’ mouth as his hands reached up and gripped your jaw tightly, you finally pulled away from him. Without another word you were turning in his arms and opening your hotel room door, immediately pulling him in before you could get caught by your friends.

You reattached your mouth to his; your tongues intertwining with his as his large hands held you close, having already travelled down to your ass. Not being able to hold back the moan that bubbled inside you as he groaned into your mouth at the feel of your nails running up the back of his neck.

“So fucking proud of you. Need to show you how much.” You moaned; running your hands down his front and pulling him close, so your crotches were flush against one another as you grabbed at one another in a horny flurry.

Looping your fingers through his belt loops, you slowly got down on your knees. Eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him innocently as your perfectly manicured hand undid his belt and reaching inside to take hold what you were about to find out was the perfect cock.

2019

After that night at The Brits two years prior; the relationship between the pair of you remained as it did before the incident in your hotel room. Except now you know what his cock looked like and how it felt to have him in your mouth. And Ross knew what it was like to experience you sucking his cock like a porn star, like it was the last thing you’d ever do. After you let him paint the back of your throat, the bassist pulled you up and kissed you in appreciation before making yourselves look presentable enough to slink back to all your friends down the corridor.

Nobody had to know that you loved how big he felt in your mouth and that you were on your knees just ten minutes prior nor did they need to know that Ross had an imprinted red smudge around the tip of his cock from your lipstick. But the two of you knew and it was your little secret.

Since that night in February a lot had happened in the 75 camp. Matthew had been to rehab and been staying clean since late 2017, the boys had created and released their third studio album A Brief Inquiry into Online Relationships and had gone straight to number one again (as they should!) Your annual tradition of champagne and weed in one of your living rooms still going strong, this year you were at Adam and Carly’s place. The boys had also just set off on the first leg of their Music for Cars Tour in the UK.

You, had continued to work for the boys; made them look presentable enough to go out in public, not necessarily behave in public because let’s be honest you weren’t a miracle worker! You also made them look pretty during their new album campaign. You had also worked with the Monkey’s again on a couple of shoots, much to Matty’s chagrin but you know it’s only because he’s salty due to the new fact that he’d found out about how Alex had written songs about you and he hated that you’d even fathom going there with him.

I mean you were a woman with eyes, what did he want you to say exactly?! He outright refused to even think about it never mind talk to you about it when you said he was being a little dramatic. You also had a short lived romance with a certain pop star that you’re sure would send the world into a tail spin but you weren’t going to kiss and tell, that wasn’t your style!

At this year’s Brits the boys were nominated for Best Group again but they were also nominated for Album of the Year, which was a big fucking deal! Ross had asked you to be his date again, which you accepted in a heart beat. Heat flurrying through your body as you remembered how 2017 had ended but you weren’t going to let that memory ruin your friendship. After all what was a little blowjob between friends!

You were joined by Carly and Gabby again and George’s new squeeze of the moment as you pre drank before the ceremony, sharing a bottle of bubbles with them. When the boys finally stepped out after putting on their suits, you felt your breath actually get caught in your throat as you caught sight of Ross in all his glory. The girls all heading to their respective dates to greet them but you felt frozen, he looked absolutely fucking divine and for once in your life you were speechless. Your best friend finally stopped in front of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a soft smile as he drunk in your own appearance.

“You look beautiful as always love.” He blushed as you ran your hands down the front of his suit jacket.

“Thanks. You look so handsome.” You looked up at him, your eyes bright as you stared at his handsome face. “Lets go kick some ass and bring it home shall we?!” You grinned; looking round his large frame at the other boys who already seemed to be watching the pair of you with these annoying all knowing expressions etched into their soft smiles.

And kick ass they did!

Once again proving that they were the best band in the fucking world. Your boys had won Best British Group again but they had also only bloody gone and won the best prize of the evening! Album of the Year! Which was true, they released the album of the year every year in your opinion and were always the best group in your eyes so they deserved to celebrate like they were the best fucking group in the world and that they did!

You were at an all star studded after party in the heart of London with the boys. You weren’t entirely sure what club you were in but you had just been dancing with Jade from Little Mix and had downed some sort of shot with Louis Tomlinson before retiring back to your corner to your people and to grab another glass of champagne.

“Having a good time love?” Ross’ deep voice reached your ear as his hand slipped around your waist and pulling you in close.

“Hmmmm.” You hummed, nodding as you took a sip as you turned into his arms. “Kinda want food and my bed now though! My feet are killing me!” You reached up on your toes so you didn’t have to shout.

Ross’ hands immediately squeezed at your waist before you watched him reach down to pop his beer on the crowded table and resting both hands on you before whispering words you really longed to hear. “Let’s get out of here!”

Nodding. He mentioned quickly nipping to the bathroom and to wait here before disappearing into the crowd of pop stars and other celebrities. Fiddling with the straps of your heels as you waited for Ross to return, you felt someone slip into the booth beside you. As you looked up you found George’s date watching you with a bright smile, so you sent her a friendly smile, not entirely sure how to start a conversation with her, especially when you were god knows how many glasses of champagne deep.

“You two are so cute. How long have you been together?”

It was an innocent question but you were definitely glad you had already put your glass down because you were certain you would have choked otherwise. George’s date stunned you into silence for a moment before managing to string a sentence together. “Ehhh. We’re not together. Ross is my best friend. I’ve known the boys since we were kids. It’s not like that.” You managed to splutter out at her in some sort of coherence, hopefully.

“Ohhh well you look look really good together.”

Luckily for you; Ross had magically reappeared before you could get any type of response out and asking if you were ready to go. Holding his hand out, you grabbed it immediately and pulled yourself up before turning back towards the pretty girl. “It was really lovely to meet you.” You told her, letting her know you guys were heading out but before you could be fully out of earshot she got the last word in, annoyingly shooting you a genuine smile.

“Just think about it.”

You blinked in shock at her boldness when you had known her less than twelve hours before you allowed Ross to pull you through the sweaty bodies and away from further embarrassment/anxiety inducing conversations with girls you didn’t know from Adam and that you knew G wasn’t going to keep around anyway.

As soon as the brisk night air hit the two of you, Ross’ suit jacket was already around your shoulders before your goosebumps could even say hello, his hand back in yours and trying to navigate the swarms of paparazzi who were waiting to take pictures of people much more interesting than the two of you.

A few flashes had gone off as you pushed your way through before heading in the opposite direction in hopes of catching an uber back to your hotel. But you weren’t bothered by the fact; only because the only time your face had ever appeared in the gossip magazines was when you were in the company of your lead singers and you doubted they remembered your name to print it anyway.

Tonight you were in the back of the car by yourselves and didn’t have to hide the fact that you both were touching one another in ways best friends shouldn’t. Ross’ large hard resting atop of your thigh that had been out all evening thanks to the little leather Versace number you were wearing for the special occasion.

Hands he didn’t remove from your body when you pulled up to the hotel, now trailing across your lower back as you strut across the lobby and into the lift. The ones then pulling you into his chest before wandering lower and holding on your ass as you shared a knowing look before smashing your lips to one another’s as you rode up to your floor of the hotel. The ones that then linked his fingers with yours as you giddily ran towards his room. The ones that pushed you back against the hotel room door as you made out like teenagers. You were about to drop to your knees when he started peppering kisses across your neck and down your chest.

“So fucking proud of you!” You moaned as he kissed just under your jaw. “Let me show you how fucking proud of you I am. Been thinking about how good you look all night.” You attempted to drop to your knees again just like you did all those years ago but Ross shook his head at you and it had you frowning in confusion.

“You don’t want me to suck you cock?” You cocked your eyebrow at him. “Babe you just won album of the year at The Brits and I’m literally willing to blow you and you’re saying no?” You couldn’t help but laugh at this situation. What was going on?

“Ohhh I’d love you to but I know what I’d love more.”

Gripping your hips tightly; Ross cocked his own eyebrow at you before dropping to his own knees. Your breath immediately catching in your throat as he blinked up at you from between your legs as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee before moving upwards. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you in this dress all night! So fucking beautiful.” He mumbled as he reached the top of your thighs.

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t even talk when you walked out in this suit earlier. The fans are literally going insane!” You trailed off into a groan as Ross’ hands trailed up the backs of your legs and underneath your dress.

He shot you a look of permission from between your legs; your right hand reaching out to hold the side of his bearded face in your hand as you found yourself softly nodding as if what was about to happen wasn’t completely sinful. You’d give him the permission to do whatever the hell he wanted when he looked that good on his knees for you.

Ross let out the loudest groan of the night as he pushed the end of your LBD up upon realising you weren’t wearing any underwear. “Have you not been wearing anything underneath this all evening?” He asked.

Biting your lip to mainly avoid laughing at his reaction, you shook your head timidly only to have your leg thrown over his shoulder before you could do or say or think about anything else. Your hand shooting to grip Ross’ hair; as you threw your head straight against the hotel room door as he rightfully took his reward.

Or maybe it was yours?!

2020

A global pandemic was something you never thought you would ever have to live through. The chance to sit at home and relax for a substantial amount of time was welcomed to begin with, considering you spent most of your life jet setting around the world either with your boys or with other artists and living in a constant state of jet lag. But after the first month of sitting in doors, you were literally scratching at the walls to get out of the house. To style someone’s hair, to be stuck in a fitting with Matty and have him send you spiralling into a state of annoyance, to hug somebody. Anybody. Not getting to see anybody was the worst bit. Your parents, your grandparents, your boys.

Though you were one of the lucky ones. You weren’t alone. You were with Adam and Carly. Lockdown was supposed to be two weeks, it was supposed to be like a little vacation with your friends. But then two weeks turned into a month and then two months and then some and seeing Ross, George and Matty in zoom meetings or FaceTime just wasn’t the same.

You wanted Matty to take the piss out of your new found hobby to your face not through a screen. (You and Carly had both taken up knitting and pilates. All three of you had got extremely good at Scrabble) But then your space away from your curly haired lead singer was also a blessing. Imagine having to quarantine with him? You would have been scratching at the walls to get out for a different reason!

You missed Ross the most. Not that you’d tell the others because they were little shit bags apart from Adam, he is an actual angel. But you did, this was the longest you had been away from each other since their self titled world tour, so you hadn’t gone this long without each other in six years and quite frankly you hated it.

Little did you know, so did Ross.

The day you were reunited. It was like a piece of your soul had just stitched itself back together. That niggle in your heart that you couldn’t quite explain what it was, just stopped niggling away at you the moment you clapped eyes on one another.

There was that moment after months of lockdown, socially distanced walks, only seeing essential workers and those you were living with and not being able to touch anybody that the moment you could meet in groups of six outside. That was it. The five of you plus Carly were meeting in G’s garden for a barbecue and honestly you couldn’t have been more excited. You, Carly and Adam were the first to arrive and whilst you sipped casually on your drinks in the sun, as you started to help to set up the array of food on the table sat on George’s decking, you heard the front door go.

Then you heard that infectious laugh and two pairs of advancing footsteps as the pair arrived in the garden, causing the three of you to smile brightly at the two giants. Popping his beer down, you couldn’t help but smile brightly as you watched Adam run to hug his best mate after not seeing him for months. As much as it’s been weird for you, you cannot imagine what it was like for the boys. The two boys pulled George into their little cuddle, making you and Carly giggle. The big old softies!

Your laughter had the boys pulling apart and George attempting to send a menacing glare in your direction but you couldn’t even laugh because Ross finally made eye contact with you for the first time in person in months. The others all staying quiet as they observed the pair of you, unsure how long you were drinking each other in, reality setting in after a beat, had the pair of you grinning brightly at one another before you took off into a run.

With no words uttered between you girls; Carly subtly took the glass of wine off you with a knowing smile whilst you competed in your stare off before you set off towards your best friend. Running as quickly as your little legs could carry you, Ross took a couple of strides to meet you in the middle as you quite literally launched yourself at him.

Jumping into his arms; yours automatically find their home around his neck as his found theirs around your waist, you clung onto him like a koala. His long arms encapsulating you in his embrace as you pulled him in tighter with your legs, his hands automatically dropping down to your ass to hoist you further into him where they subsequently stayed. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by George, Adam and Carly or Matthew who had let himself into George’s house unannounced.

“Jesus. Didn’t realise we were getting a free show today. Put her fucking down MacDonald. It’s my turn!”

Jumping down out of his arms; both you and your giant sent the tiny irritating front man the middle finger before turning to run and give Matthew a hug too. The six of you settled into conversation as you milled about the garden as G manned the barbecue. Laughter erupting through the summer air as you caught each other up on what you had all been up to and reminiscing of days gone past in between drinking and eating all the food you guys had prepared for your reunion.

It was like sun light had pierced through your heart and made you all warm and fuzzy inside, being back with your people after all this time. Especially with being curled up next to Ross on George's outdoor sofa with a glass of wine in your hand. You couldn’t help but look round at your friends; Matty was talking animatedly with George and Carly about something, a cig hanging from between his fingers. Adam and Ross in deep conversation about music. Adam opposite you; Ross’ arm casually around your shoulder, a beer in his other hand and you couldn’t help but let out a content sigh, smiling as you took in the moment. Adam’s eyes flitted towards you at your noise, taking in his two best friends and sent you this all enveloping warm smile before reverting his attention back to the brunette beside you.

By the time the sun was setting; everyone was fair to say a little tipsy. It was also fair to say that you weren’t listening to a word that George was saying to you, with your attention else where as you looked over your shoulder to find Ross across the garden, his eyes finding yours with a bright smile. Turning to G, you excused yourself and interrupted whatever rubbish Matty was talking about to grab Ross’ attention.

Smushing a messy kiss to your cheek; Matthew got you into a loving headlock, eventually managing to wiggle free from his grip and push the giggling twat away from you before could step into Ross’ warm embrace. Stood casually in each other’s arms; the pair of you watched the sun setting on the horizon for a peaceful moment but you snuggled further into his side and tightening your grip on him.

“Missed you so much you know. ” You mumbled into his chest.

“Missed you more darling.” The brunette spoke into your hair as he pressed a kiss there.

“Can we agree to never go that long without each other again please.” You whispered; looking up to find his gaze already on you, making your breath hitch in your throat for a moment. “Also that might be impossible MacDonald because I know I missed you the most!”

“If you say so.” He smirked.

Whilst the two of you were in your own little world; Adam and Carly were huddled off in the corner sharing a fruit platter you had brought to the occasion and quietly observing the two of you. “Do you think they know?” Carly asked her fiancé, popping a strawberry in her mouth as she carried on watching her two friends from across the garden.

“No. But they will.”

2022

Since that day in George’s garden; you had essentially not left each other’s side. You spent another couple of weeks at Adam and Carly’s before making the move back to your own apartment, that wasn’t too far from Matty’s so you were seeing him an awful lot more too because you were basically forcing him to let you tag along on his dog walks with his new dog Mayhem. Which by the way, cutest dog ever!

You saw Ross in the flesh every day in some shape or form even if it was for a half hour, then you started going round for tea and vice versa and then being naughty and sleeping over just because you could and if those idiots in charge of the country could break the rules then so could you. By the time it came round for you both to get back to work for the new album campaign, you were practically living together, unknown to the rest of the band. You couldn’t remember the last time you went more than two days without staying with him at his place or him at yours.

You remember the night before your first day back at work; you were both lounging on his bed, your hand cascading through his long hair which personally you thought was going to go down an absolute treat with the fans, as he laid in your lap and being his usual self and ranting about all the chaos and stress that being back at work would bring. Ross had always been good looking but there was something about him with his little man bun that you knew was going to turn the female population absolutely feral and you wouldn’t blame them one bit!

“The kids are going to go wild when they see your hair!”

“The boys took the piss when we they saw it.” He grumbled against your bare leg.

“That’s because they’re dicks and they’re just jealous they can’t pull hair like this off! I like the long hair. It suits you babe. Looks hot!” You told him not thinking anything of it as you pressed a kiss to the the part of his head you could reach from your current angle.

“You think so?”

“I know so!” You beamed at him.

You were absolutely right of course, the kids went absolutely insane when the first images were dropped for Being Funny in a Foreign Language and when the music videos started dropping, you best believe the thirst on the internet was real. Some of them so hilariously thirsty you couldn’t help but like them yourself and sometimes even tag him in the responses. Which he hated of course, your best friend was never one to know how to take a compliment. But you would shower the silly sausage in compliments until you drilled it into him that he was deserving of all the love he was receiving.

The boys were in the car on the way into Central London in regards to the Official Charts countdown and when Ross threw his head up with a playful scowl from where it was deep in his phone from across the van. You were currently mid conversation with George when you caught his glare out of your peripheral and you couldn’t help but guffaw out a chuckle when he continued to narrow his eyes at you.

“Sorry G, hold on a sec. What the fuck you glaring at me for MacDonald?!” Everyone’s attention now on the bassist.

“Stop tagging me in those things on instagram!”

“What things on instagram?” Matty turned round to give us his full attention, his interest suddenly peaked.

“I tag him in all the thirst comments about him because he deserves to know that the fans think he’s hot as fuck! But the grump won’t take the compliment!”

“Why dude?! You’re hot as fuck!” Matty pointed out like it was obvious. Which it was. Before turning back towards you. “Right?”

“Literally so hot!” You smirked. “You’re all the hottest you’ve ever looked! I mean Ads is a literal DILF so can we all collectively as a band agree that you’re fit as fuck!”

“Just drop it… please!” Ross pleaded; eyes trained on you with softness behind them as we pulled up to the building.

So you dropped it. Jamie and yourself ushering them out of the van and into the building where your boys were presented with their fifth consecutive number one album plaque. The glow that was emitting from your best friends instantly made you light up with pride, your loud cackle reverberating round the small room they were filming in as Matty pounced on you. The other boys quickly following suit; although they weren’t as aggressive with their affection.

Your grin didn’t leave your face once as they tried to record their thank you video; your giggle being captured on camera as George tried to imitate Matty and becoming so northern your brain just physically couldn’t handle it! Your grin still stretching across your face even as Matty swung your hands in between the pair of you as he giddily pulled you back to the care with such force, he nearly pulled your arm out of the socket. Your grin still beaming across your features as you sat curled up on Ross’ sofa as you watched the boys pass a joint around the living room as you sipped on your champagne.

The feeling of watching the boys pass another milestone. Their fifth consecutive number one album, which meant they made the best fucking album five times in a fucking row! If you could bottle this warm fuzzy feeling of knowing your family were thriving and succeeding in life, you would sell it by the bottle full because there was no better feeling than right now in Ross’ living room getting champagne drunk and smoking with your best friends. Just like you had done for the past nine years.

You were fully in your own little world when George’s voice boomed back into the living room like he had other noise to compete with, his long legs quickly carrying him back into your eye line in a rush and stopped to be dramatic once he had everyone’s attention

“Who the fuck’s stuff is on your bathroom counter? There’s a shit tone of women’s products in there! Have you been keeping a missus from us?” He exclaimed; his face lighting up like he was about to unearth the juiciest of all gossip.

“It’s mine.” You said; taking a sip of your champagne casually before Ross could even open his mouth and explain.

“It’s yours? Why is all your stuff littering his bathroom?” George’s eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why you’d have a toothbrush and all your essentials here when you had your own place ten minutes away.

“Littering? Please! Don’t insult me! It’s in a nice neat pile in the corner!” You rolled your eyes at your gigantic friend. “And because I sometimes sleep over when I’ve had too much to drink. Did you know I also have shit at Hann’s house, a drawer of clothes at Matty’s and Charli made me a box of stuff that’s on the bottom shelf in the cupboard underneath your bathroom sink?!”

“Really?!” George’s eyebrows shot up as he retained everything you had just said but mainly the latter of information.

“Yes G! Why would I lie?!” You laughed; shaking your head. “Is that all okay with you G? You calmed down now?!” You challenged him with a smirk.

Your gentle giant nodded, he still cocked an eyebrow at your confession (the part about your sleepovers) but a soft smile washed over his features as you opened your arms. “Now come here idiot!” The creases at the side of his eyes crinkled in the light of Ross’ living room before he bounded over and smothered you with his entire body, which to be honest you really welcomed even if he was crushing your tiny five foot two frame as you shared the love seat in the corner.

G didn’t need to know that what you told him was a little white lie and that you actually stay over several times a week and the days you’re not acquainted with the four walls of Ross’ humble abode, he was staying over at your place. The co-dependency was real at his point, you were afraid to admit it out loud.

What he also didn’t need to know was that after the boys all jumped in a taxi to go home, instead of falling asleep in Ross’ guest bedroom. You crawled into his bed clad in only one of his t-shirts (read a dress on you) and a pair of knickers and snuggling your body straight into his warm chest, where you pressed soft kisses across the underline of his jaw. Mumblings of how fucking proud you were until he finally looked down to look at you and without a seconds hesitation smashed his lips against yours.

2023

You thought the night where you tumbled around the sheets with Ross after their album celebration was going to be just like every other time you had messed around with him over the years. I mean it was and yet somehow it wasn’t at all. Nothing changed but everything did that day. As you stood in his kitchen, a hoodie of his donning your small frame as you waited for the kettle to boil. The brunette came into the kitchen; walked straight up to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his warm body before proceeding to press a kiss to your temple before announcing that he was heading to the gym. Mumbling something about hoping you were still going to be here when he got back.

You were.

You had cleaned up the mess from the night before, changed his bedding and made lunch for the two of you, that was currently sitting in the fridge. A greek salad if you’re wondering. Your best friend returned home from the gym a hour and a half later; sweaty and looking hot as fuck, to you still in his clothes and reading on his sofa. His eyes softening at the realisation you had stayed. After he showered; the pair of you ate lunch and hung out in his living room, where you draped your legs over his as you both relished in the calmness of the silence the two of you brought out in one another.

His large hands casually held on to your legs, his calloused finger tips rubbing circles against your skin as you read your book whilst hr read something on his iPad. When he suddenly put it down and pulled you towards him so you were basically sitting on his lap.

“Can I help you?” You cocked an eyebrow; an amused smirk etched across your features as you drunk him in and trying not to laugh.

The pair of you competed in a stare off for what felt like forever before you just said fuck it, threw your book to the floor and then the two of your were surging towards each other. Pulling at each other; to get as close to one another as possible as your mouths moved against the other as you made out on his couch. It was was when you tugged at the hair at the base of his neck; yanking the bobble out of his hair so you could really get to grips with it that Ross threw you backwards before throwing himself back on top of you and taking you right there on his living room couch.

That was over three months ago and you’ve been sneaking around ever since.

You had never kept secrets from one another in your twenty plus years of friendship before but there was something kind of fun with knowing this was something that you and Ross had that the boys didn’t. It was different this time from your little secrets of hook ups past because he was now your man now and you were his girl. This time you were really fucking doing it. You had never been this happy and it was all down to the man who has been by your side this entire time.

“Babe we have to get ready to go. You know Matty hates lateness and I can’t be arsed with his mood swings today.” You shouted towards your now shared bedroom from the bathroom. Turning on your heels, you made your way back towards the bedroom to find Ross sat on the edge of the bed already waiting. Your boyfriend opening his arms for you step in to; which you did on instinct, his arms wrapping round the back of your legs to lock you into his body.

“Matty can wait.” He said; causing you to cock his eyebrow. “I’ve been thinking about The Brits coming up and…” Ross paused; a nervousness in his features which confused you because you have literally have never said no to him, ever. “I think you know what I’m going to ask you.” You nodded. “Don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you though.” He groaned; squeezing you against him causing you to chuckle.

“Never stopped you before MacDonald.” You smirked.

Your loud laugh reverberating around your bedroom as he pushed you away with a scoff and mumblings of “I’m sure Hann will let him share Carly as his date!” Making you laugh even more as he grabbed his car keys off the side as you both made your way to work.

The night of The Brit Awards felt a little bit different this time around. It was the first time the boys were at a public event after that god forsaken podcast had dropped. You were upset with the outcome and you best believe Matty fucking knew about it and so did the rest of the world. There was a slight edge to the evening knowing there were a lot of people who possibly knew what had gone down and that something might be said but you made him promise to be on his best behaviour and if it is one thing that Matthew is good at, it’s keeping his promises to you.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous this evening, if anything he was the shell of his usually loud self and you promised yourself to make sure he was in high spirits for the evening especially when he didn’t have anyone on his arm. This being the first Brits that Gabby wasn’t with your party and seeing as he parted ways with his latest muse, it didn’t go unnoticed that he kept looking round at the fact everyone was pre-occupied with their dates, especially with Ross trying to maintain your attention with every alcoholic beverage he’d consumed.

When it finally got to their category; your table finally shut up after being so boisterously loud the entire ceremony as you celebrated together. Ross’ hand snuck on to your thigh under the table, made you flit your eyes towards him with a smirk, your own hand joining his. You winked at George from across the table as you held on to one another, they had this in the bag; their fans had never failed them before but you knew this meant a lot to the boys. Slipping your hand across to your right, you wrapped your hand in Matty’s, only turning towards him when his head snapped towards yours, eyes showing everything he needed to say and squeezing him with a warm smile.

When Daisy May Cooper called out their name; your table all jumped up in celebration. Both Carly and Charli embracing Hann and George as Ross pulled you into his own arms, settling for squeeze of your waist and a kiss to your cheek instead of your usual peck considering the rest of you weren’t going at it like usual and you didn’t want it to seem out of place when you turned to Matty. Your heart sinking when he stood with no one to congratulate him.

Yanking him straight into your arms; you didn’t care that there was definitely a camera directed right at his face to capture his reaction. You’d rather them talk about this and his “potential new girlfriend” then anything else that was currently happening in his life. So you pulled him close so you were squished against him and kissed his cheek, holding him there longer than necessary. Whispering how fucking proud you were of him before holding him by the shoulders to get a good look at him before kissing him again before sending him on his way to accept his award.

Once you got to the after party you couldn’t have been happier to be with your mates and getting champagne drunk especially now you had Charli to act feral with! A quick reunion with an old flame had Ross spilling with jealousy as he watched and you Charli interact with the handsome singer before dragging you off as soon as you returned which is how you found yourself in your current position.

Bent over the sinks in the bathroom of some exclusive club in Central London. Clinging on for dear life as your boyfriend gripped your hips hard and quite literally holding you up as he fucked the life out of you. You just prayed he had locked the door because the pornographic moan you just let out didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest; you felt impossibly fuller as he fucked up into you from this angle, making your eyes roll to the back of your head just as it flew back to rest on his shoulder. Both sharing a moment of tenderness; he pressed a kiss to your temple before resuming his sickeningly fast pace and growling into your ear.

“Was he good? When you were fucking the boybander?”

“Shit! So good! Please baby, let me cum!” You whimpered into his neck.

“As good as me?” Ross growled; as he carried on fucking into you as your knees buckled.

“No one is as good as you baby.” You groaned. “Never cum so hard in my life! Let me cum for you! You know I’m always good for you. Ross please.” You begged into his neck. Your boyfriend reaching round and adding that extra pressure to your clit that always had you shaking and coming around his cock like it was a sport!

Straight after he made you cum, he was coming inside you and pressing sweet kisses to the side of your face before rushing to help clean you up. Running your hands through your hair; you tossled your hands through it in an attempt to look put together enough your friends wouldn’t question your appearance when Ross appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder just to watch you put your lipstick back on.

Just as you were were getting to leave the bathroom; just outside, somewhere down the corridor Hann was on his way to find the bathroom when he spotted you peeking your head out of the bathroom suspiciously, it looked like you were checking for something so he ducked behind the wall he had just appeared from and watched your weird behaviour from afar. When the coast was clear; you stepped out. Ross followed quickly after; bending down to reach your height and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before you headed back into the club to find the rest of your mates.

Not knowing that Hann had witnessed the entire thing.

Australia

You hadn’t seen the boys since the beginning of March when you had flown out to New York with them to make them look all pretty and tv ready for SNL. Since then you had been home again, then flown to Los Angeles to work on some new stuff with the Jonas Brothers; so between shoots, meetings and flying back and forth there wasn’t really any time to squeeze in a visit to see your best friends. Which fucking sucked because you were really missing your boyfriend and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms rather than having to FaceTime him into your bed like you had been doing for the past three weeks you had spent apart.

As far as you were aware you had both done a pretty good job at keeping the fact you had transitioned from friends into something more from the rest of the boys since last October. But you didn’t know how long you could do it anymore, the thrill at the beginning was starting to wear off now that all you wanted to do was hold his hand and fucking kiss him whenever you wanted without having to worry about being caught by G, Matty or Hann.

It was after a phone call with your boyfriend one evening that you agreed that maybe you should consider telling the boys once they were home from Australia; which after you added Hann and G into your call, the four of you had organised for you to fly in to surprise Matty for his birthday because despite everything you missed the little shit! It was also an excuse to see Ross and get some sun and travel the beautiful country, so you couldn’t really complain even if the journey to get to them was stupidly long it was worth it to see the look on Matty’s face and sleep next to Ross again.

It was arriving at two o’clock in the morning in Perth on the morning of Matty’s birthday that you were struggling with as you sluggishly made your way through customs and then baggage claim to find Ross stood with his hood up and leaning against a pillar in arrivals for you. Stepping into his warm embrace; the anxiety that had been bubbling away in you for the majority of your journey instantly vanished as soon as Ross wrapped you up in his arms. Reaching down; Ross took your jaw firmly in his hands; your boyfriend kissing you deeply before taking your hand without a single word before silently walking you to the car he had waiting to take you both back to the hotel.

You don’t think you’d had a decent night’s sleep like this since before New York. The moment you had crawled into Ross’ unmade bed (which he had clearly stumbled out of just to go pick you up from the airport) and into his arms, you were out like a light. Just the comfort of knowing he was in touching distance and not half way across the world from you had you in such a deep sleep; that the feeling of Ross peppering kisses along shoulder and up your neck wasn’t enough to put you in a foul mood later that morning. When usually anyone who dares wake you from your slumber would have to feel the force of your wrath and believe me the boys had all been on the receiving end of it.

Upon dragging you out of bed and pulling the both of you into the shower to freshen up; the pair of you were making your way down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast and a chance for a decent cup of coffee (or several!) Once you were down there; you were already being greeted by Hann who was wrapping you up in a tight hug before you could even greet him with a “Good Morning” and it made you all warm and fuzzy inside when he whispered how much he missed you in your ear before you were abruptly yanked into someone else’s arms.

“My turn.” You heard a familiar grumble. “Hey bitch! Missed you.”

“Missed you too G” You giggled as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek before throwing himself back down at the table and shovelling the toast he was eating into his gob without another word!

Upon sitting down you realised Jamie Squire was also already at breakfast, so you made your way round to give him a quick squeeze before sitting in the empty seat next to George. As you sat after making the rounds of hello; Ross was placing your favourite coffee in front of you which you appreciated greatly before mumbling he’d ordered your favourite for breakfast. Also greatly appreciated. Hann smiling into his mug of coffee as he clocked the interaction. The five of you spoke about their excitement to be back in Australia and your flight over here and how cool it is that you’re working with the Jonas Brothers when you realised the time.

“Best go order the birthday boy his coffee before he wakes up and he ruins his own surprise. I’ll see you boys later.” You sent your friends a soft smile and Ross a subtle wink which you thought had gone unnoticed but Jamie definitely caught it before you made your way to the barista to order Matty’s coffee before making your way back up to your floor and Matty’s room that was situated opposite Ross and your room.

Knocking on the door. You waited patiently outside his room; the chuckle that was brewing in your chest as you bounced on the balls of your feet, escaping when you heard him grumble out a grumpy “Who is it?” Through the door.

“Room service!”

You tried to sound serious and so unlike yourself by putting on an Aussie accent but very clearly failing miserably because you ended up cackling when Matty yanked open the door so fast with furrowed eyebrows and the most hilarious confused expression on his little tired face that you ended up full on laughing as you held out his cappuccino.

“Cappuccino?” You held the take away cup out towards him.

Grabbing it out of your hand; Matty essentially threw it on the floor before throwing himself at you and holding you so tightly you thought he might pop a lung! It was only when you reached round to hug him properly and felt his warm skin against your own that you realised he was only his boxers and you were stood in the middle of the hotel corridor.

“Babe lets get you inside before people see you in your boxers!” You giggled; trying to guide him back towards his room. Arm nearly pulled out the socket as you bent down to grab his coffee from the floor.

As soon as you were inside and the door was closed. Matty was throwing himself back at you again so fast and making you tumble over, the pair of you now on top of his unmade bed and the lead singer refusing to let you go.

“What are you doing here?” He mumbled against your chest.

“It’s your birthday.” You replied; like it was obvious.

Matty blinked up at you like you had three heads.

“But it’s not like we’re up the road. We’re in Australia.” He point blank pointed out to you.

“I know.” You laughed.

“You flew all the way to Australia for my birthday?” Matty looked up at you with those big brown eyes like he couldn’t believe what you were saying.

“I flew all the way to Australia to see you on your birthday.” You confirmed.

And when his little lip jutted out; you could feel your heart constrict as he buried himself into your side even more, the grip on your waist tighter than when he greeted you five minutes ago when he opened his hotel room door, little sobs erupting from him as he cried “I love you so much” into your neck.

“Love you too Healy.” You smiled into his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his curls as you just relished in your best friend’s presence.

“I can’t wait to see the boys’ faces when they see you! Ross is going to be so stoked!” He was grinning at you, his face falling when he noticed the smirk on your face. “They already know don’t they?”

“Ross picked me up from the airport at two am and I just had breakfast with the boys. They helped me plan the surprise.” You smiled softly at him.

“You sneaky bastards! I know everything!” Matty exclaimed dramatically making you cackle loudly. “Where did you even stay last night? You sleep with Ross?”

You knew there was a slight teasing undertone even if it was an innocent question and he was genuinely asking out of interest due to you arriving in the middle of the night. But you also knew he loved teasing Ross because you were the closest pairing out of the five of you. Not that you weren’t extremely close with the others but there was something about your relationship that the three of them knew was different than their own. “I did, yeah.”

“Bet he loved that!” Matty smirked.

“Ohhh no I loved it. Best cuddles out of the lot of you!” You rolled your eyes at his teasing but it wasn’t a lie. “Now get fucking dressed! I want to do something nice seeing as we’re in Australia and then I’ll take you for lunch before I have to drop you off at work.” You scolded him, shoving him away from you. Rummaging through his suitcase to find something appropriate for him to wear so if anyone caught you, he didn’t look completely homeless next to you and believe me he has the ability when he’s in the mood.

Do you know what? You and Matty had a great few hours together, just the two of you. It had filled you completely with that warm fuzzy feeling as you couldn’t remember the last time you had hung out just the two of you. He showed you around the area, you visited a book store where you bought yourself and him some new books despite the fact that he argued that he didn’t want you to pay considering you had flown out for him but it was his birthday. Plus the boys totally charged your flights to the label after your own mini argument over it so if you can’t treat your friends on their birthday when can you. You took him out for lunch, took some photos with some fans that had spotted you both before heading to the arena and by the time he hit the stage that night, Matty was well and truly glowing.

Touched by the fact you wanted to be there on his birthday despite being on the opposite side of the world. I mean you would do it for any of the boys, they were family they just didn’t need to know that you also needed their bassist to do absolutely unspeakable things to you too! So when he gave you a little shoutout, you didn’t mind this time even if he was being sly at the same time.

“Our best mate from school has flown out to see us. Whenever we look remotely cool and put together in public that’s all her! She claims she’s here for my birthday but personally I think it’s cause her and Ross are a bit co-dependant on each other!”

You rolled your eyes as Matty spoke to the audience; holding a large birthday cake in your hands. George was opening the door just as he addressed the fans, his cackle loud enough to be picked up around the many mics littered around the stage. Loud screams erupting as they watched the drummer bring you onto the stage. Matty only turning around once Hann was holding out his hand to help you down the stairs with the cake.

Hand flying to his chest; Matty held it over his heart as you got nearer with the cake. Ross, Hann and G’s voice starting off the chorus of Happy Birthday before all the fans joined in. Matty wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you sang to him. After blowing out his candles; the singer pressed an appreciative kiss to your temple, squeezing you into an awkward side hug as you tried not to get cake all over him, before you reached up to happily return the kiss. But before you escaped the glare of thousands of iPhones capturing the moment you leant towards the mic before Matty could even stop you.

“Can I just say you’re more co-dependent on us that me and Ross ever will be!” You laughed loudly into his mic; sending a wink to the bassist. “Anyway enjoy the rest of your night everyone! Happy Birthday, love you Heals!”

You pulled away from Matthew with some speed before his intrusive thoughts could take over and he could shove your face into the cake or start throwing it at you. You were just about to head towards Hann’s awaiting helping hand when Ross was by your side in an instant and kissing your cheek, whispering a soft “Love you” into your ear before allowing Hann to kiss you too before leaving the stage; catching the kiss George blew at you just as Waughy held the door open for you to exit.

As soon as you were off stage; you placed the cake down and picked up your phone knowing a video of you bringing out a birthday cake would already be on a update account. What you weren’t expecting was all the comments relating to Ross prior to your appearance on how happy he seemed tonight or to be so invested in you.

“Did you see how his face lit up when their friend came on stage?”

“The boys all looked super fucking happy tonight and it’s cause their childhood bestie flew out to see them for Matty’s birthday. Friendship fucking goals!”

“But did you see how bashful he looked when Matty said they were co-dependent on each other?!”

“Man is 100% in love!”

“Am I sad it isn’t me that makes Ross blush like that? Yes! But Ruby is so fucking pretty!”

“The boys still being best friends with Ruby since they were in school is so freaking cute!”

“No way! They’re not into one another! Just look at them!”

“The way he rushed to give her a kiss before she left cause she wasn’t on his side of stage. Stop it I’m so soft. No one talk to me.”

You couldn’t even complain that social media was alight with conversation about you at this current moment because when you watched the video back of your brief interaction on stage with them. You couldn’t even lie. All the boys looked incredible happy and the way the love of your life was smiling at his feet when Matty made comment about the pair of you, you felt your chest pang as you realised that you never want to see him without that beautiful smile on his face. He was it for you. You wanted to make him smile for the rest of your life.

Home

Once the boys were back home from touring Australia and Asia; trying to tie them down in one place was a lot harder than you had anticipated. Of course Ross, Adam and Carly were all in London but with Matty being Matty, he had currently sent the world into a tail spin and Charli & G basically lived in Italy when they weren’t busy but you had sent a notification to your shared calendar that you wanted a get together to celebrate your birthday at some point around a handful of days you all seemed to have free.

After several meltdowns over Matthew’s whereabouts and his availability and having Hann take the reins to lock down a date. Your best friends were spending the eve of your birthday with you all together for the first time in years and you could have cried because the simplicity of just hanging out and not having to keep up appearances for prying eyes is what you longed for the most nowadays. It had been so long with the band’s career taking off, it’s why you always strived to keep your album tradition going. It was something just the five of you had that was yours and not for Jamie or the label or the fans. Just five childhood best friends celebrating each other.

A dinner. That’s all you wanted. The boys, Carly and Charli at your place where you could drink as much wine as you wanted without having to face paps and to eat delicious food. You were already winning considering you woke up the morning of your 34th birthday with the love of your life between your legs with his mouth on you and making you cum all over his face. He coaxed several orgasms out of you before it was even 9am and that was just with his mouth. You couldn’t really complain especially when he fucked you so good you almost blacked out after your fifth.

But now it was time to finish getting the apartment ready. Ross was hoovering the living room and you were placing table settings around your beautiful oak wood dining table. A present for Christmas off Ross; with a promise it will look perfect in your new shared house you had been renovating, that the pair of you purchased (in secret) back in January before tour started back up again.

You had a chef in the kitchen; helping to prepare most of what was to be your three course meal tonight and going over the instructions of how to finish each course off once your guests had arrived, as you observed him with your rollers in your hair and one of Ross’ hoodies that drowned you like a rat. He had only just left and you had only just managed to get out of his hoodie and into your outfit for the night (leather trousers and lace bodysuit) when the doorbell went. Guesses on who wasn’t early for your birthday! Letting Carly and Adam in you pulled Carly into your bedroom to have her help remove the rollers from your hair whilst the boys grabbed a beer. Matthew was next to arrive, shortly followed by George and Charli.

You had all settled into your living room with your drinks as they showered you with gifts despite the fact you had very clearly told them that their presence on your birthday was enough. It was after you had opened all of them that Charli was passing over one more.

“What’s this? Guys you’ve got me enough.” You sighed happily before tearing into the paper to find what seemed to be a photo album/scarp book of some sort.

“Just open it.” George pressed softly; a warm smile etched across his handsome features as you looked at them confused.

When you finally opened the front of it; eyebrows furrowed in confusion on what this could actually be. But you weren’t prepared for when you actually opened it, your breath getting caught in your throat when you saw pictures of yourself and the boys. Pictures you hadn’t seen in a very long time. Photos of you in school plays together. You, Ross and Matty at prom. You and Adam at his cousin’s wedding when you were nineteen. A ticket stub from their first big gig accompanied by the photo you forced the bartender to take of the five of you after said gig. A polaroid of the five of you on the set of the Love Me video. A page dedicated to all your Brits appearances with them. Debut album celebrations. All your birthdays. All their big mile stones.

Your vision already blurry; the tears threatening to spill as you curled into Ross’ side as you looked through the pages of your life with them. This was the sweetest gift. Then you turned the page; causing your head to fly up to stare at them with wide eyes.

“What the fuck is this?!” You gasped.

“You’ve got to that page then?” George laughed as you turned it round to show the rest of them what you were looking at.

The rest of the room started laughing as they clocked eyes on what you were referring too. A page dedicated to four grainy pictures which seem to have been captured on a brick by the quality of them, encapsulating you kissing every single member of the band at some varying stages across your twenty five year friendship.

“What?!” Matty gasped dramatically, “It’s a big part of our story!”

“You’re the worst.” You chuckled. “But I love it. I love you guys so much.” You whispered, holding the gift close to your chest. “Carls, I’m assuming you put this together?”

“I did.” She smiled sweetly before turning towards your lead singer. “But it was Matty’s idea.” Your lip jutted out in a pout as you made eye contact with the singer who was just watching you fondly with a smile on your face before bursting into tears.

“You’re such a soft twat! Come here!” You managed to choke out some form of laugh as he piled on top of you to hug you tightly.

“Right dinner time before I just descend into a puddle of tears!” You announced; ushering them all towards the dining room.

As you settle into your seats; more wine brought out to the table, another round of beers and your starter that the chef had plated up neatly on your kitchen counter. The seven of you tucked in as you settled into easy conversation about what was coming up for you all. The conversation and the wine flowing so easily; you hadn’t even realised that the past hour and a half had already passed and now it was time for you to clear the last of the remaining dishes from the remanence of what was left of your desert.

“I’ll help love.” You heard Ross say quietly; grabbing a couple of plates and following you back into the kitchen, where you quickly dumped everything on the side ready to wash later.

You had settled quickly into each other’s personal space; Ross leaning sideways against the counter you slotted into his his embrace as you filled the sink with hot water. Always finding a way to touch you; whether it was it was on your thigh throughout dinner or now as he watched pop the dishes in the sink to soak, his hand made it’s way into the back pocket of your leather trousers where it stayed as you busied yourself with your chores so you didn’t hate yourself later.

You weren’t even thinking about how five of your closest friends were just metres away in the next room or the fact that they didn’t know you were disgustingly in love with one another and had just bought a house together. They didn’t know you were together full stop but it was so easy to slip into his touch and allow him to bend down and kiss you so softly yet so deeply you could cry about it, whispers of “Happy Birthday Baby.” When the loudest gasp you’ve ever heard echoed through the kitchen.

Springing apart you both looked alarmed at Charli who was holding the empty bottle of wine from the table and gawping at you with her jaw on the floor. The others rushing to the kitchen to see what the commotion was, all of them slightly confused as yourself, Ross and Charli just stared each other out in silence.

“Do you want to share with the rest of the group what you were doing?” Charli challenged you with a cock of her eyebrow.

“The dishes.” You held up your soapy hands for an added nonchalantness flare.

“They were snogging. Ross hand his hand in her pants!” She very aggressively pointed at you, shooting you a dramatic glare.

“Now hold on!” You held you hands out in defence. “He didn’t have his hands in my pants.” You rolled your eyes at her dramatics.

“Sorry. He had his hand in your butt pocket whilst you were snogging.” Charli sarcastically flung her arms (and wine bottle) about.

“So do you make this a regular thing? You know the whole snogging your mates thing?! Care to share the love?” George smirked; leaning his chin on his girlfriend’s head as he watched the both of you squirm under their glare.

The speed in which the both of you denied it was enough for them all to raise their eyebrows at your synchrony and look at you like you were fucking idiots. Matty was the first to speak.

“Did you really think we didn’t know you two were together?”

“What?” You managed to choke out, not ready to let them in on your little secret just yet.

“You guys have been in love with each other for years.” Matty opened his mouth again. “We’ve all got eyes, it was only a matter of time really before you both realised it. So when did this all start?” He asked; a warm smile on his face as his eyes flitted between both you and Ross, who’s arm had slinked its way over your shoulder and you knew everything would be fine with him by your side.

“October.” Ross confirmed.

“You hooked up in October?!” Charli eyes flew wide open. “And you’ve kept it secret this long!”

“Well actually we hooked up years ago!” You shrugged. “But not the point!” You laughed at their gaping expressions. “We got together in October though.” You smiled into his chest. “How did you all figure it out anyway?”

“When we were at George’s for a bbq after lockdown. We were watching you watch the sunset, you were stood just like you are now, wrapped up in each other and I asked Ads if you both knew that you were in love with each other.” Carly beamed brightly at you. “I’m so happy you that you figured it out!”

“She did! I just knew you’d figure it out eventually. That and I saw you sneaking out of the bathroom together at The Brits like three months ago!” Adam grinned as your jaw dropped at his revelation.

“You saw us and didn’t say anything?”

“It’s none of my business!” Adam shrugged; before wrapping his arm around his wife.

"I mean I kind of put things together last year after I found your stuff at Ross' place. I didn't really buy the whole 'sleepover' story when you live less than ten minutes away." George shrugged.

“I knew you were in love back in 2015!” Matty dropped casually making you roll your eyes because there was no fucking way. You didn’t even hook up until 2017 so how could he have known.

“No you didn’t! We didn’t hook up until 2017 so how did ��you know’ two years prior to that Matthew?”

A round of “2017?!” Rung through your kitchen at your confession making you both laugh but you chose to ignore it when Matty told you how “he knew”

“What do you think the real reason the scene with you in the hot tub got scrapped? You were essentially eye fucking each other the entire time! Looked so sickeningly in love it was a joke. I told them to scrap it to protect the both of you from the internet. Also you should have been looking at me like that you bitch!" He grinned. "You’re already co-dependent on each other so it was basically a matter of time. I’ve just been waiting for it to happen.”

“So you’re not all mad we didn’t tell you?” Ross addressed the group.

“Of course we’re not mad!” Hann; the angel he is spoke up for the collective.

“I mean we’re just glad you grew some balls!” George was next to speak.

“Yeah dude you’ve been in love with her for ages!” Matty laughed; singing at you.

You felt your eyes water as you took in the words of the people who mean the most to you, tell you that they approve of you and Ross. Turning to look up at your boyfriend; you immediately stood on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Insanely happy you didn’t have to hide it anymore. The pair of you giggling against each other as your friends hollered at you as you continued to press your lips together.

Best birthday ever!

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