#best early birthday present ever! (also new mattress and pillows)

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Not the End | Kuroo Tetsuro

Pairing: Kuroo x Reader (female)

Genre: heart warming fluff tehe

Author’s Note: Literally one of my most favorite things I have ever written so I really hope you guys like it too~!! 🥺🥰🥰time to embrace canon kuroo and make more fluff, even if it means breaking a 4th wall or 5th wall- dedicated to haikyuu, thank you for everything

He knocked repeatedly on the door as clouds casted by in the sky, blocking out the sweltering summer sun

He wore a white oversized t-shirt with the periodic table on it and black jeans

“Where is she?” He thought to himself as he spammed your doorbell, hearing the chime echo inside yet there was no movement to be seen

He glanced at his watch seeing the time

He fortunately came early but if you didn’t come out now, the window of extra time would be shutting

He was growing just the tiniest bit antsy since he had been dreaming about this date for so long and now that it was summer and volleyball was over, he had the time

Tickets were hard to get for these museums he had planned and he had a whole day planned down to every hour

It was early in summer so it was perfect, not too scorching hot

He couldn’t wait anymore and pulled out your spare key from your flowerpot, putting it back neatly as if it was never touched

“Y/N?” He called, his strong voice echoing into what seemed like an empty house

He slipped out of his shoes and made his way upstairs, almost always finding you there if you never answered the door, his calls, or anything

Your bedroom was like your sanctum having all that you needed- an air con fan, tv, surround sound, and most importantly, your bed that you had all to yourself

approaching your bedroom, the door cracked open, he could hear the faintest sound of music playing 

“Oya?” He knocked on your bedroom door as he pushed it open, relieved to find you

But he didn’t know how to feel seeing you curled up wearing his stolen hoodie, still in bed when you knew about the time for today’s events

“Hey, what’s up? We have to get to the station-“ he paused when he saw you look up to him, uncurling your face from your pillow

Your eyes were red and cheeks tear stained, matching your pillow cover that you hugged

“K-Kuroo...” you sobbed, inching yourself in your little ball form toward him as he sat on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight

“W-what is it?” He was surprised as you laid your head on his lap

His mind went frantic as he went through your messages in his head, trying to remember if it was a certain day he missed- it wasn’t anyone that he knew of’s birthday, not an anniversary date or anything

Why were you so heartbroken?

Your eyes glistened from the sunlight in the room as you teared up once again, little wet drops forming on his jeans

“R-remember that manga and anime I was watching?” You sniffled as you sat up, your pillow in your lap and your fingers playing with the hem of it. “The volleyball one?”

“Yeah, did a character die or something?” He tried to make light of the situation and it worked, just the slightest but your emotions were getting the best of you

“No, but the last chapter of the manga came out…” tears dripped off your chin as you swallowed a hardened lump in your throat, the words aching as you spoke

listening carefully, he could hear you were listening to a slowed down version of one of the opening themes- he only knew this because of how many times you would put on the themes while riding in the car

but this was the slowed down version, or as you called it the “moonlight version,” and it was setting the mood for you, making you more sad 

Kuroo remembered the day back in junior high/ end of grade school when you started following this manga about volleyball

“You need to stop listening to this, it’s just making you sadder,” he laughed awkwardly, pausing the song that was playing on loop. he knew this volleyball anime/manga meant the world to you, but not like this 

Your eyes lit up when you read or talked about it to him and he asked you why not play for the girls’ team but you settled on being the manager for Nekoma instead, wanting to cheer them on and also being with kuroo and kenma and all your other close friends on the team 

It made him feel like you loved the show and manga more than him sometimes and it kinda hurt since they were fictional characters and he was your boyfriend, a real life actual volleyball player

“All the characters got their story, they grew above and beyond, and the main character was finally able to make it to the world stage with his partner from the high school team and- “ your voice cracked as you spoke, the wound reopening, fresh in your chest as everything you read, everything you watched, all the glorious moments came rushing through your mind

Everything you fell in love with for the past eight years came rushing back and you loved it all so much, it made you so warm but it also hurt thinking about how there wouldn’t be any more to it

You wanted to curl into a hole and rewatch and reread everything as much as you could

No more chapters, most likely no more official arts- all you had left was the animated show that would be continuing and finishing in a couple months

“Kuroo, I don’t want it to end,” you sobbed, your hair falling, hiding your face

He didn’t miss how your knuckles turned white as you gripping your pillow, only able to imagine the heartache you were feeling

he knew very well how much this all meant to you, all the rants and extensive conversations you had with him, begging him to watch the show- especially because of a bed headed character that was just like him 

you reminded him so much of kenma- you talked, read, and watched everything about this story like kenma when he got a new game or was watching hinata play volleyball

You want to see more, hear more of the voice actors, the characters growing. You want to be beside all of them and see their story to the very end

All the antics between the characters that made you break into a smile or fits of giggles, all the cheers made for the different teams in your manga/anime- all were so addicting

“Hey, shhh,” he pulled you gently into his embrace, one hand holding the back of your head, the other rubbing down your back. “I know you don’t but all good things must come to an end, right?”  

He glanced at his watch just the slightest bit, seeing the time, relieved to know he still had enough

“Look on the bright side; you were able to read and watch it while it was still being made, you got to anticipate the next chapter and episode, seeing all the characters develop and become great people who’ve had such a great impact on your life.”

He pulled you back and wiped your tears away on your cheek

“This may be the end of the story, but it’s not the end for you; everything will live on inside of you, right?” He held your face in his hands, making sure his words got to you

“It won’t be the end of your life, or any of your favorite characters’. The story you were presented with came to an end but their lives are still going, just like yours.”

You buried yourself into his arms, muffling your cries into his neck as he chuckled, holding you

“Come on, get dressed and I’ll make sure all this sadness you’re feeling will go away. I’ll be the wind that’ll shift the storm cloud brewing above your head,” he stood up, still holding you and setting your feet on the ground

“I won’t let you be sad, not on my watch, chibi-chan,” he looked down to you with a smile as he pat your head. “Your body won’t even realize L-trytophan’s being converted into L-5OH-trytophan, converting serotonin by an aromatic L-amino acid decarboxylase.”

The gawk you had made him let out his hyena laugh, just hurting his pride ever so slightly that he had made one of the smoothest lines in love-history and you didn’t even swoon

“I’m gonna make happy chemical in your body make your heart go doki doki,” he put simply to which you nodded, breaking in to a laugh, calling him a nerd under your breath as you changed

But he was your nerd, and he was right 

No matter where you were in life, you got to have this special manga and story in your life and experience it first-hand whereas others were missing it

Everyone lives on, even if you can’t see them

Thank you, Furudate, for bringing Haikyuu into this world <3

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[sweetsubharry]

hey! if you're still doing fic recs, do you have any fics where they use sex toys like butt plugs and vibrators?

Hiya! I am and yes I do! ^-^ there’s about 23 so I’ve done it under the read more :)

Please stay safe and read the tags everyone!  💖

A Pleasing Princess by Ioubricant

Harry decides trying something new, and Louis loves what his princess has decided upon.

My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else by SilverShadow1

Harry was invited to a high school end-of-term party where he's ready to let loose, get drunk and perhaps regret his choices, or not.

OR

The one where Harry screams, 'Daddy!' at a party and what follows is the best night of his life.

Love Me Like You Do by sweaterpawstyles

Of all of the things Louis had imagined, never did he expect to become a chief editor for a magazine and to date the world-famous model Harry Styles. But he certainly never imagined one day that he would be anxiously awaiting a phone call from the top floor of an office building to tell the Harry Styles to get himself dolled up and ready to wait for his Daddy to come home before he got fucked into the mattress.

Or

Harry is a famous model and Louis is a quiet writer who may or may not be his Dom

make me feel like i am breathing by crybaby

His eyes are already looking a hint distant as Louis gets comfortable on his knees, running a hand up the hairless expanse of Harry's milky thigh. Harry always starts dipping at the sight of his vibrator, bubblegum plastic with flecks of glitter in the pink. His cheeks pink to match the colour and his eyes go wide, his lips chewing.

(Prompt: how about louis fucking harry with a vibrator backstage before they go on?)

In Motion by FictitiousFanatisch by (orphan_account)

They'd only talked about it once a few weeks ago. Harry always liked it when Louis was in control and he said there was something about being denied constantly that made him even more turned on.

or

It's a lazy day and Harry wants Louis to edge him. (That's literally it.)

Crisp trepidation, I'll try to shake this off soon. by nancy01

"You're so fucking needy and desperate for it, aren't you, little slut?" Louis growls, lightly applying pressure to Harry's neck.

Harry's back arches against the wall as he grabs Louis' wrists, not pulling them off but just holding them.

Louis smirks, using one hand to take the gag off and dump it on the floor, before unhooking Harry's hands and re-cuffing them behind his back.

The vibrations are still going full force against his prostate and it's taking everything Harry has not to make a noise and not to cum straight away.

Or

BDSM au, sometimes Harry needs his Dom to put him in his place, and Louis it more than happy to do just that

Flames Ignite by xXAyeLouXx

Basically Harry is Louis' princess.

Happy Birthday by sleepingalone

“You wanna use that right now?” he asked incredulously, wondering how horny Louis must be. They had just fucked a few hours ago, before falling asleep. Surely he didn’t want to use it already.

“You said we had to wait till my birthday, and it’s my birthday,” Louis said cheekily, throwing Harry a small grin. Harry groaned into the pillow, burying his head in it.

“But I’m tired, Lou. I need my beauty rest.”

“I already undid the packaging,” Louis whined. “Please, can we just do it real quick? It would really make my day. My birthday,” he added. “You can go to sleep afterwards, Sleeping Beauty.”

or

Louis just really wants to use his new vibrating butt plug on Harry and turn him into a broken mess.

Got A Lot You Wanna Show Off Baby by Phillipa19

Louis had been in meetings all day, he should have known that Harry wouldn't be ignored for much longer.

-OR-

Louis is Harry's sugardaddy and his younger boyfriend is definitely not happy being ignored whilst Louis holds meetings in his home office. There may also be Harry in lacy knickers involved.

Okay by JustAnotherShadow503

Harry is frustrated.

It's been almost two years since he and Louis got back together, and nothing has changed. Well, they have changed, and their situation has gotten a lot better, but their sex life? Vanilla. Completely and utterly vanilla.

Harry really thought that after Louis' dirty talk when they got back together, they would get into some kinkier shit, but nope. Louis still makes love to him and calls him sweet names, and that's nice, Harry absolutely loves it, but sometimes, he gets this itch that making love can't scratch.

Or, the one where Harry and Louis try to start a dom/sub BDSM relationship, and nothing goes according to plan.

Worth It All by Teddy1008

He and Louis were both kinky little shits. Of course, they both knew exactly what was going to happen. Hell, they knew some things that would make their grandmothers cry if they heard about them. Harry just didn’t want to acknowledge what was about to happen. Louis only ever used this method when he was feeling particularly mean. Or, when Harry misbehaves, Louis has an absolutely stinging punishment in mind. Pun intended.

Beside Me Like a Silhouette by Domeaspreadsheet

“Quite the ruckus from someone who thought they were coming home to a sleeping household,” Louis says on an exhale of smoke.

Oh. Harry has been set up.

“Well, maybe if I hadn’t thought you were bailing on me I would have tried harder to be quiet,” he huffs.

Louis levels his gaze at him. “Is that so?”

Harry nods.

“Very well. You have fifteen minutes to shower and put in the plug I left on the bathroom counter. No need to dress afterward. When you come back, kneel next to the chair on my right. You may go.”

Pretty please, take care of me ? by kurtcobain

Louis is stressed. Harry wants to help.

Daddy Came Home by RuinedBy5Guys

“You got yourself off.” He says quietly, his eyes locked on Harry’s. Harry’s face flushes and he tries to cover it, shoving himself towards Louis. He drops to his knees, leaning close between his husbands spread thighs. He puts his hands on his dress pants, carefully feeling the material at his knees.

“How did you know?” He asks quietly. Louis drops his face, grabbing over Harry’s hands with his own. Harry lowers his gaze, staring at the carpet underneath him.

“You were asleep. You always get tired after an orgasm. Not to mention how flushed you are.” He says quietly, raking his eyes over Harry’s body. Harry glances up at him, his actions becoming more clear to him now that Louis was home.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, dropping his eyes again.

“What was that?” Louis snaps, reaching to bring Harry’s face up again. Harry gulps, shuffling closer on his knees, the joints aching already.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Harry says, his green eyes locked on Louis’ blue ones. Louis smiles slightly, stroking his fingers over his husbands cheeks softly.

“Just gonna have to spank you now, aren’t I?”

OR... Harry teases and Daddy punishes him in the best ways possible

Fulfilling Your Needs by unmeshed

“You want to be messy, baby? Filled with Daddy’s come? So much that you can barely hold it all in?"

Harry nods softly and Louis leans in to kiss him on the lips with a smile. “Want Daddy to plug you up after? Keep it inside of you all day?"

“Lou,” Harry whines, softly rubbing himself against his boyfriend, biting down on Louis’ bottom lip before he deepens the kiss, sneaking his tongue inside.

Louis’ll be damned if he can’t make Harry’s dreams come true.

or

Louis buys Harry an ejaculating dildo because Harry wants to feel full.

Push You Over The Edge (So I Can Pull You Back) by orphan_account

It’s after a long two weeks of interviews and non-stop appearances that have got Harry stressed to the limit of yanking his hair out and throwing a fit and crying that Louis shows it to him, walks in the door with a sleek black bag in his left hand and inconspicuous brown one in his right.

Tea and a Blowjob, In That Order by fanshae

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” Harry says primly, unfolding his napkin over his lap with an exaggerated gesture. “Maybe not, but you’ve sure got a penchant for blabbing once you’ve had your arse beat,” Cara says.

Growing Familiar by louisruinedlife (orphan_account)

When Harry promised to be Louis' slut for a month he didn't quite know what he was getting into. Good thing he's enjoying himself.

Continuation of Testing the Waters with a bit more plot. You don't have to read the first one for this to make sense, porn is porn.

Take Me for a Spin by QuickedWeen

The night of the Pride of Britain Awards 2016. Louis goes to the ceremony and out to the club afterwards, but what is Harry up to?

The One With the Panties by capturethesunset

Louis decides to bring home some presents for his princess. It's fairly successful, if how fucked out Harry is by the end of it is any indicator.

Crinoline by Othersideofdark

Harry rubbed his eye as he let his head settle back into the pillows, breathing in the scent of Louis that enveloped this bed of theirs. Harry loved Louis’ presents, always coming at random times. This time, it had been left on Harry’s nightstand, while Louis slipped out early to write with Liam. The box didn’t feel heavy, was about the size of a shoe box, and wasn’t squirming. Probably not a kitten, Harry thought, placing the box in his lap as he sat up on his elbows. He fit a fingernail under the paper, tearing it easily from the box. He tossed the paper on the floor, just the white glossy cardboard left between himself and his gift.

or

Louis gives Harry a present and it's very pretty and then Louis fucks Harry in it.

let me put on a show for you daddy by sky_reid

harry is an art (per)form(ance).

Take All Of Me by orphan_account

When the bass drops and the second part of the soothing song starts, Louis has a look of sheer amusement mixed with pure desire laced onto his features. Watching Harry's lanky frame saunter around the room makes Louis crave more and he needs the ability to touch Harry soon, or both of them are going to lose it.

or

Harry and Louis getting ready for an award show turns a little more racy than expected.

[dezembergirl]

Seventeen

Part 7 of a Series (read 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6; as always inspired by @nonibanoni )

fandom: Skam

pairing: Noorhelm

originally published to ao3

Thanks to a loud banging noise and string of curses Noora jolted awake ten minutes before her alarm was due to go off. Her momentary confusion gave way to a mumbled «fuck» when the clock on her nightstand read 06:30. She groaned and let her head drop back into the pillow. It was just her kind of luck, the one time she actually had a halfway pleasant dream Eskild had the glorious idea of rummaging through the kitchen at half past six in the morning. She huddled the blanket over her head and pressed her arms up to cover her ears. When the noises didn’t relent after a minute and the sheet threatened to block out her oxygen supply Noora gave up and tossed the blanket from her body.

There was no use in going back to sleep now and she mentally noted down a speech to properly reprimand Eskild. Half past six, how the hell was he even up right now? At least Linn - the most noise sensitive person Noora had ever encountered - would take her side in this. It was already light outside so she didn’t have to bother with finding the light switch to collect her socks and a sweater. Their shared apartment was never properly heated, partly because the rent was already high enough without any additional heating expenses and the bigger reason being that besides her neither Eskild nor Linn cared about turning on the radiators. She made a mental reminder to scold Eskild about that later, she would not spend another winter sleeping with 3 layered blankets.

Dropping back down on the mattress, she pulled on the socks and reached for her buzzing phone. The list of notifications seemed to stretch endlessly when she scrolled down. It took another loud bang from the kitchen for her brain to kick into gear and make sense of spew of unread texts.

The only thing worse than waking up this early was waking up to find it was her birthday.

If she had to pick, April 6th was easily in the top three worse days of the year; right up their with her annual dentist visit and final exam’s day. Eying her tousled sheets she considered getting back under her blanket and hiding for the next 24 hours. She was an exemplary student when it came to never skipping a single lesson, so one day wouldn’t really hurt anybody, right?

But the thought of her friends disappointed faces if she should really stay home was enough guilt to get her up from the mattress. She rubbed at her eyes and heard the satisfying pop from her vertebras when she turned her head side to side, cracking her neck. She would get through today - for her friends - and who knew, it might not turn out to be as bad as her last few birthdays.

She immediately scratched that flash of optimism when the girls’ group text wasn’t only filled with a wave of congratulatory messages and hearts but also an already half-formed plan on where they would go out celebrating tonight. She thought about shutting them down right now but besides Sana’s text from 10 minutes ago, the rest of the messages had been sent somewhere between midnight and 2 am. It was useless to protest now and it would be more effective in person anyways.

Noora scrolled through the rest of the messages, a few from other people at school and her friends in Spain. Her heart sank when she found her parents’ annual message, wishing her well and good luck for the year ahead. She wrote back a curt thank you and did her best to suppress the squirming in her stomach.

The kitchen had quieted down and opening her bedroom door, Noora almost ran face first into Eskild, holding a plate and her favourite mug.

«Oh, what the fuck Eskild?» Noora squeaked and scolded herself for not managing to sound pissed at him whatsoever.

But before she could go off on an angry tirade on how fucking inconsiderate it was to make that much noise in the morning, her eyes caught the plate in his hands, complete with a burning candle sticking slightly off center out of a - no doubt freshly bought - chocolate muffin.

«What …» she started.

«Happy birthday old lady!» he forced the plate into her hand. «I know I know, it’s not an actual cake but I promise it tastes good. And we got you your favorite tea and I promise I’ll do the groceries and toilet paper today, so you don’t have to worry about any of that.»

Noora must have stared at him with a shocked expression because his wide eyes faltered and his brows furrowed in worry. He opened and closed his mouth, apparently trying to figure out where he had gone wrong but before he could say anything she threw her arms around his neck.

The tea that was still in his hand half spilled on her well worn ‘I heart Madrid’ sweater but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Eskild smelled like a mixture of beer and weed and when she pulled back to look at his beaming face his eyes were smaller than usual; she faintly recalled him announcing he would go out last night.

«It’s perfect, thank you!» Noora said.

«You like it?» he leaned against the door frame and Linn poked her head out beside him.

«Yes, of course.»

«Okay, okay, you have to blow out the candle and wish for something.» Eskild nodded towards the plate.

She did, even though wishing for everything to stay like it was right now felt incredibly cheesy.

After a few bites of the incredibly sugary muffin and listening to Eskild gush about a tall and dark boy he met at a bar around 4 am she checked her phone again. There were a few new messages in the girl chat but she wasn’t entirely sure whether to be disappointed or relieved that William hadn’t texted her. If she was lucky he might not even realize her birthday was today; it probably wouldn’t end well anyway.

As expected her friends’ excitement outdid her own by a mile. Eva and Vilde revealed a box containing a cake drowned in sugary frosting; the slightly squished appearance made her think back to their Harry Potter marathon from three weeks ago at Eva’s sleepover. Several people came over between lessons to congratulate her. Sarah and Ingrid gave her a quick hug while Jonas and Isak found her on her way to the bathroom while the rest of the girls had stayed behind in their English classroom; the Penetrator party had been a week ago and Eva and Jonas were still hard set on ignoring each other.

It wasn’t unusual for her to not see William or any of his closer friends during her school day as the 3rd years spent most of their breaks smoking and doing god knows what down the street from the B building. She supposed it was a good thing, seeing as the girls refused to leave her side except for separate lessons. This meant, Vilde was a constant shadow and she caught her peeking at her phone multiple times as Noora texted back thank you messages. It would have been easier to ignore her stares if she had indeed had nothing to hide; but she did.

She tried to protest, when Eva puller her into the third floor bathroom minutes before their last lesson for the day but retaliated when her friend gave her a stern look.

«Did Vilde see us?» Eva closed the door and squatted down to check the stalls.

«No, I don’t … What’s going on?» Noora asked

«You» Eva bore her pointed finger into Noora’s shoulder «better pray Vilde doesn’t check Instagram in the next 40 minutes.»

«What?» she stared at Eva, who had pursed her lips into a smirk.

«He isn’t exactly being subtle.»

Noora tried to retaliate but stopped when Eva’s knowing look finally clicked into place. Her stomach dropped. «What did he do?»

Eva was only too eager to puller out her phone and after a few quick swipes presented Noora with William’s newest Instagram post - dated 10 minutes ago.

@magnussonwilliam Someone deserves flowers today

«Oh fuck» her brows furrowed.

«I was thinking more along the lines of, damn that’s the most romantic thing since Leo froze to death for Kate in Titanic.»

«Oh my god, Eva this is not funny.» Noora snatched the phone from her friend’s hand and scrolled through the - already 203 - likes. «This is really bad.»

Eva laughed and pulled them both out of the bathroom. «As I said, better hope Vilde doesn’t see it.»

Trailing behind Eva to their Spanish class room, her cheeks turned flaming red when a comment from one of the third year girls popped up under the post ‘Told you all, he has a girlfriend’.

Eva kept throwing her knowing glances throughout their reading assignment and as if things couldn’t get any more awkward the next time her phone buzzed, it was a text from William himself. Seeing Noora’s entire head turn into a very unflattering shade of pink Eva almost choked on her own laughter and ignored her unnerved glares.

She turned towards the wall away from Eva and unlocked her phone.

William: pick you up after school?

Noora bit her lip. This was indeed getting worse by the second.

Noora: NO!!

Noora: are you insane?

Eva squirmed in the chair beside her, craning her neck to get a look at Noora’s phone.

William: ??

Noora: the instagram post, really?

William: Chris agreed it was sweet

She bit her lip to keep from hissing at the display. She’d literally kill him if he told Chris. Not that Eva didn’t know more than she deemed appropriate already, but he’d promised to keep it to himself. Her heart was thumping against her throat and her fingers needed several tries to type the find the keys on the screen.

Noora: You told Chris?

William: No … well yes, but he doesn’t know it’s u

Noora: that’s not reassuring whatsoever …

William: I’m sorry, I’ll pick you up after school and make it up to you

Noora: No! I’m going to lunch with the girls. I’ll text you later!

She didn’t bother waiting for his reply before shoving the phone into her backpack. She ignored Eva’s raised eyebrows for the rest of the lesson.

Eva’s smirk and William’s audacity to presume she wouldn’t have anything better to do on her birthday than to make out at his apartment made her head boil and the last bell couldn’t come soon enough. As if a few lousy flowers would make her forget all the very valid reasons, dating - the word itself seemed absurd in connection with William Magnussen - him was a very unwise choice. Before Eva could even put away her Spanish folder, Noora pushed past the rest of the students into the hallway and down the stairs. To her annoyance she didn’t get very far when Vilde blocker her way two corridors down.

Vilde - who was seemingly ignorant of the Instagram post - pulled her out into the yard to wait for the other three. It was just past three o’clock and the yard was filled with students saying goodbye to their friends. Still, she turned her head every few seconds to check if William was anywhere close. Vilde must have noticed her nerves because she found her staring every time she turned to look at her. Sana and Chris caught up with them five minutes later and Eva shook her head at Noora in feigned annoyance.

«Where to for lunch?» Sana prompted before either Eva or Vilde could make another precarious comment.

«It’s not Friday, but I was thinking tacos?»

The rest nodded in agreement.

They’d made it past the gate and around the corner when Noora froze mid step and caused Eva to shriek in surprise. William and Chris, both their noses in their phones, leaned against the black Porsche, parked not ten meters from the school corner. At the sudden noise both looked up and Noora collected every last ounce of her self control to ignore the forming smirk on William’s lips; knowing just how good it felt kissing them made it all that much harder.

Chris and Sana stayed back and watched the scene unfold while Eva padded Noora’s shoulder and didn’t quite manage to stifle her giggles. Vilde was beaming and Noora hoped she was too distracted to catch William winking at her. Eva didn’t miss it but instead of embarrassing her any further she sauntered up to Chris who licked his lips.

«The party was amazing.» Vilde had positioned herself in front of William. «I hope you got enough donations. The whole auction thing was such a brilliant idea.»

Noora cringed and met William’s gaze over Vilde’s shoulder. She did her best to narrow her eyes and give him a stern look but the execution didn’t succeed when her lips tucked into a traitorous smile. Vilde kept rambling until Sana had the good grace to nudge her along. In one moment that seemed like the perfect movie coincidence, Chris and Eva where distracted with each other and the other three girls already heading down the street. To quick for her to protest William snatched her arm to pull her towards him.

«Happy birthday, text me after lunch!» he was so close to her ear, he barely had to raise his voice.

Noora bit her lip and gave him a nod. His hand squeezed hers before he let her go and turned back to Chris, who had trapped Eva against the car.

Noora had never been the biggest fan of birthdays, so the small mountain of presents her friends pulled out on the table made her heart comfortably warm and her head dizzy. Two books, one lavender scented candle and a box of handpicked sweets laid between the emptied taco baskets. She gave them all a tight hug and for the first time since Noora could remember she was sad when the birthday dinner - technically lunch - was over and they all parted ways. Of course Vilde, Eva and Chris had done their best to persuade her to a party later but she declined and promised to come to the next buss party without any protests.

To avoid any further run-ins she had made William promise to park at least two blocks away. He was again leaning against his car - it was a cool, expensive, but cool car nevertheless.

«Don’t ever do that again!» she whispered when he pulled his arms around her and only huffed in reply. His hands rubbed the tension from her back and she relaxed into his tall frame.

«Happy birthday» he pulled back to meet her eyes and she couldn’t hold the smile back any longer when his thumb brushed along her cheekbone and he finally placed a quick kiss on her lips. He let go to reach down to lift the modest bouquet of tulips from the hood of his car and offer them to her.

«Thank you.» she intertwined their fingers and he returned her smile.

«I’m sorry about the Instagram post. I can delete it if it bothers you?»

«No, no it’s okay.» she cocked her head to peer at him. «I was just a little overwhelmed earlier.» She pulled him down for a longer kiss. They took their time before he opened the passenger side door for her and jumped in beside her.

«Are you up for a proper date?» William flipped his hair back; without the hoodie, it constantly fell back into his eyes and she mustered a smirk when she helped him pull a few strands behind his ear.

«Where the other ones not proper dates?»

«Well, you refused to call them dates.»

«And what makes you think I’ll change my mind today?» Noora raised her chin and straightened her spine against the ridiculously soft leather seat.

«Oh good god.» he groaned and she giggled when he reached over to tickle her. «We’ll go and then you can decide what you wanna call it afterward, deal?»

«Deal» she grinned and let him pull her over the center console for a kiss.

Granted she was painfully aware of William’s disposition to do things that were more than just cliché and bordered on cheesy but he did it in such an endearing way, she couldn’t bring herself to dislike him for it - despite what she might tell herself and Eva. Still she had expected him to take her back to his apartment or even the cinema; after all fresh tulips and a surprise ‘date’ on her birthday seemed romantic enough.

Apparently, she had underestimated him. When he stopped the car after a ten-minute drive through downtown Oslo, the 80% glass building that was the Opera house loomed over them.

«Seriously?» she raised her eyebrows at him. This was maybe the most touristy spot in the whole country, gracing the back of basically all postcards titled ‘Oslo’. Though despite the cheesy undertone she couldn’t deny that it was breathtakingly beautiful.

William chuckled beside her and when they exited the car, there were only a handful people littered across the building with one or two dragging around big touristy cameras. Sunset was maybe half an hour away and pink and orange tones already reflected in the smooth water.

On instinct she meant to reach for his hand but found him occupied with carrying two blankets and a closed basket; so he offered her his arm instead and she threaded hers through his elbow.

The flats she had chosen this morning definitely weren’t the perfect gear for hiking up the opera house but the view from the top was worth her panting lungs and flushed cheeks. William put one blanket on the stone panels and motioned for her to sit while he busied himself with fiddling open the basket. He retrieved two thermos jugs and one small paper container for them each.

«This might really be the most cliché thing you could have done, and that’s saying something,» she said while William sat down next to her, close enough for their sides to bump together, and pulled the second blanket over their feet.

«I considered buying you 17 red roses.» his hand traced down her back again. «And a giant teddy bear.»

«I guess, you have a point.» she let her head fall against his chest. «Thank you!»

«Mhm,» he murmured and pulled her closer. His fingers were tracing her shoulder as he massaged the muscles beneath her skin. He brushed against the tops of her collarbones that peaked out under her shirt and then wandered up her throat placing kisses along the sensitive skin next to her pulse. Noora sighed and closed her eyes when he reached her chin. Despite the public location, his touch felt more intimate than the days before. Her skin flared at his touch and her lips craved his. Instead, his fingers teased the corners of her mouth before he placed a peck on the tip of her nose, which made her giggle and pinch his side in revenge.

He gave in and kissed her properly, shallowing the sighs that escaped her mouth. Heat blossomed in her belly and she felt her cheeks flush despite the mild spring breeze. Her finger found his scarp and pushed into his hair while pulled her closer and closer towards him until she practically sat in his lap. When she pulled away after feeling her lungs ache at the loss of oxygen, his eyes were glossed over and he meant to continue their kiss when she gently put her hand on his chest.

«First, hot cacao» Noora smirked and disentangled herself from his lap to reach for the two thermos jugs.

William groaned, flipped back his now tangled hair but took one of the bottles from her. He must have upped the cacao contents in his recipe because when she uncapped hers, the rich chocolate smell took her breath away for a moment. Under different circumstances, she might have waited for it to cool down but the setting sun was dragging the temperatures down with it and she was thankful for the heat spreading through her torso. When she looked up he was watching her intently and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. «It’s delicious!»

William, clearly pleased with her reaction, offered her a piece of dark chocolate cake from the paper box and took the other for himself. «I meant to buy you candles as well.»

«It’s okay. I think I’ve blown out enough candles for my next ten birthdays today.»

They ate and drank in silence after that and Noora found herself pressing closer to his chest as they watched a family with three little kids play on the incline. He rubbed her arms and made sure the blanket was tucked around them as the sun disappeared into the golden water. She hummed in content while he played with the ends of her hair. They watched the last flickers of light disappear and neither wanted to move from their position that currently was half a hug and half Noora sitting in his lap. When her fingers grew red and numb from the cold they reluctantly made their way back to his car.

During the drive to her apartment she had to repress the impulse to reach for his face again and instead she traced her finger up and down his free arm. He put the Porsche into park in front of the blue door and they eyed each other for a moment until he reached over to pull her close again. Noora hummed against his lips and decided that there was no superior feeling than kissing William after a cup of hot cocoa. His mouth tasted like the faint reminders of his mint gum and overwhelmingly like the baking chocolate powder he used for her hot cacaos.

It took several angry honks from the car behind his for them to pull apart and she left the car with the promise of calling him tomorrow. When she turned the key to their apartment Eskild was already holding a glass of sparkling wine, clearly more than ready for the next episode of Paradise Hotel. The tulips were put in a vase in her room under Eskild's scrutinizing eyes.

«Your lips are .. ehh a little smeared.» He laughed as Noora scrambled for a mirror to examine her swollen lips and properly tousled hair. William seemingly had a very adverse effect on her usually perfectly put together appearance.

Noora: Thank you for today, you were right it was a proper date!

William: I’m glad, talk tomorrow, good night birthday girl x

[scottharper]

23. "Is that my shirt?" For Coryder and the new blasto shirt maybe?

Pairing: Scott/CoraRating: M. NSFW.Prompt: "Is that my shirt?"

I was gonna do something funny but then this one decided to turn into a bit of smut. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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“Honey, I’m home!” Scott calls out with exaggerated cheer as he steps into his quarters, shrugging his jacket off and tossing it onto the back of his couch. He can see Cora sitting on their bed from the corner of his eye, probably going over her own work, though he doesn’t look over at her as he tugs his long-sleeved shirt off, exchanging it for one of his more comfortable t-shirts. He glances around as he tugs the shirt on, wondering what he’d done with his new Blasto shirt (best early birthday present ever, thank you Liam), but searching for it would take energy he doesn’t feel like exerting.

“Hey, sweetheart. How was the Nexus?” he hears Cora ask him. Scott leans back against the couch with a huff to kick his shoes off, not really caring which direction they flew off in, and he frowns at his girlfriend’s mention of the Nexus. Or rather, he frowns at the thought of the people who were currently running the Nexus, and also running him ragged in the process. Seemed like it was always something with them..

“Same as usual. Tann’s still got that stick lodged up his cloaca about the way I do things,” Scott replies, picking up his personal data pad from where he’d left it on the couch that morning, and he’s half-tempted to toss it back out of sight; he really does not want to go through the string of unanswered e-mails he can see on the screen. “I also went to see Addison against my better judgement so I’ve got a dozen reports from her to look over now..” 

He starts towards his desk, giving Cora a brief glance as he does but then he does a double-take, stopping mid-step and narrowing his eyes at her. “Is that my shirt?”

“Maybe,” Cora replies, lounging back against the pillows shamelessly with his Blasto shirt draped over her body, and she flashes him a smile, “But you weren’t wearing it, so..”

Betrayal! His brand new Blasto shirt, which he hadn’t even worn yet. The nerve! The gall! The..

Scott looks her over again, and it’s then that he realizes that his shirt was the only thing she was wearing, and Cora’s smile widens, seeing that he’d finally noticed.

Scott swallows, his false indignation suddenly forgotten. Well, that definitely changed things..

“I was saving it for a special occasion.” Scott plays along, and drops his data pad onto the desk, his reports suddenly unimportant compared to her. Cora doesn’t take her eyes off of him as he strides towards the bed, and he’s likewise got his gaze fixed entirely on her.

She looked.. pretty damn good. The shirt was already a little large on him but on her it looked even bigger, draped loosely over her shoulders and giving him an excellent view of her neck and exposed collarbone. The neckline wasn’t low enough to see any cleavage but the front of the shirt hung loosely over the small swell of her breasts, and Scott feels a heat stirring below his belly.

“What kind of special occasion could possibly require a Blasto tank top?” Cora asks, then smirks when she sees that Scott was still a little too dumbstruck to actually answer her. Which of course was her goal all along.

He skims his eyes further down her body, taking in the way the shirt bunched up at her abdomen but then smoothed down along the curve of her hips, and it stopped just a few inches below the apex of her thighs. It’s both so revealing and not revealing enough, and either way Scott’s really struggling to take his eyes off of her.

“Enjoying the view?” Cora finally asks, regaining his attention, and it takes a bit of effort on his part to raise his gaze towards hers. He smirks when he sees the knowing look she was giving him, and moves to kneel against the edge of the bed beside her. Cora just lays back again, watching him expectantly as he leans towards her, bracing his arms on either side of her waist.

“You know I am,” Scott replies before he moves himself towards the middle of the bed, swinging his leg over hers to straddle her lap. Cora smiles, looking him over as she reaches up to brush her hands along his waist, fingers slipping under the under the fabric of his t-shirt and tracing against his sides. Scott grins and he leans down towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her nose before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss.

Cora responds to it immediately, whimpering softly into his mouth before her lips slowly part, and Scott tilts his head to deepen the kiss, brushing his tongue out against hers. He groans when he tastes her, tongues curling together as he reaches one hand up to trace his fingers through her hair. She leans into his hand without breaking the kiss and he gently scratches at her scalp, drawing soft noises of satisfaction from her.

It’s only when they both need to breathe that Scott finally breaks away from her and draws his head back, idly wondering if he looked as dazed as she did, and he feels her hands move from his hips to his lower back and then down to his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Scott grunts, rutting his hips down against hers, and he smirks as the soft gasp it tears from her.

“Impatient.” Scott accuses playfully.

“Eager.” Cora corrects with a smile that matches his, moving one hand up to cup the back of his head and pull him down into another slow, heated kiss. Scott shifts forward, bracing one hand against the headboard while the other settles against Cora’s bare thigh, letting his fingers trace over the smooth skin as his hand travels up towards her hip.

Cora sighs softly against his mouth when his fingers start to brush under the fabric of the shirt and Scott breaks the kiss against, panting softly before he moves his mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping and coaxing out those quiet moans from her that he loved so much.

“You look good in my shirt,” Scott whispers between short, biting kisses, lips and teeth working against the length of her neck, and though they’re normally careful to not leave any visible marks on one another he really has to refrain himself from biting down too hard right now. “Might let you steal my clothes more often..”

“You sweet talker,” Cora replies, the two of them exchanging grins before Scott moves his mouth back onto her neck, tracing wet kisses down the length of her throat, and teeth grazing against the smooth ridge of her collarbone before he reaches the neckline of the shirt. He draws back, and reaches for the hem of the Blasto shirt just as Cora sits up and pushes against his shoulder, turning them both around and pinning Scott down onto his back beneath her.

He blinks up at her as his head hits the bed but then he grins, getting a smirk from Cora in return. She moves up to straddle his lap, bracing her hands against his chest, and Scott has to bite down a moan when she grinds herself down against him. If he wasn’t already getting hard before.. 

“I’m guessing you wanna keep the shirt on?”

“For now,” Cora replies as she shifts forward again, and Scott inhales sharply at the sudden stroke of friction. Cora pauses, taking in his reaction, and then rolls her hips again, harder this time. He can’t hold back a moan this time, his hands moving to push the Blasto shirt further up her body so he could grasp her bare hips, pulling her down to rub against his erection, and this time the rough movement leaves her whimpering.

It takes a moment to find a rhythm that works for them both but then Cora starts to rock her hips against his at a slow but steady pace, her sex brushing down against his clothed cock with each hard roll of her hips. Scott can only watch for a moment before his head falls back against the bed again, and it’s a struggle to keep his eyes open.

He watches her move against him through hooded eyes, taking in the steady sway of her moving hips, and the way her breasts bounced lightly beneath his loose shirt each time she rocked forward. He feels his cock twitch between them, throbbing as it strained against his loose pants, and he groans again.

Cora doesn’t stop moving, crying out softly each time she grinds her clit against his stiff cock and her breathless noises are nearly enough to send him over the edge. The heat below his belly builds hotter and hotter and Scott closes his eyes, trying to last a little longer but Cora’s pace is relentless and perfect, chafing him a little but fuck, it still feels so good..

He moans low in the back of his throat, his breath starting to come out in short, uneven gasps as he gets closer to reaching his peak. His hands faintly tremble as he slides them from her hips and down to the curve of her ass, rutting upwards in rhythm against hers and seeking more of that delicious friction, and Cora gasps as they grind together, leaning forward and bracing her hands against his broad chest.

“S-Scott..!” Cora moans, and he can tell from the waver in her voice that she’s getting close. He quickly moves one of his hands to her stomach, pushing the fabric of the shirt upwards as he splays his palm against her lower belly, his thumb rubbing against her clit in rough, tight circles. Cora whimpers, rocking into his hand once, twice before she coming hard, her nails digging into his chest as she arches her back with a cry.

“Fuck, Cora..!” Scott gasps as she shakes against him, suddenly sitting up and wrapping an arm around her waist to turn them back around and pushing her down into the mattress beneath them. He settles himself between her legs and grinds his erection down against her wet sex, his eyes shutting again. He was close now, so close, but not there yet..

He buries his face into the crook of Cora’s neck, breathing hard and muffling his moans against her skin. Cora digs her nails into his shoulder blades as she arches up against him, the Blasto shirt riding up further along her body as Scott keeps pumping his hips, desperately chasing his own release.

“C’mon Scott..” Cora pants into his ear before she gives the side of his neck a sharp nip, right below his jawline, and Scott finally follows her over the edge with a loud, shaky groan, his hips bucking roughly against hers. Cora holds him close as he comes apart in her arms before he finally stills and slumps against her, panting hard against the side of her neck.

It takes a few long moments before either of them can actually move and Scott rolls off of her with a grunt, flopping over onto his back and trying to catch his breath. He feels himself softening in his pants as his quickened heart rate pounds in his ears, though it’s slowly returning to its normal pace.

He looks over at Cora, who still looked just as breathless and flushed as he did, and he holds her gaze for a long moment before the two of them burst into laughter.

“That was..” Cora starts before she trails off with a shake of her head, still grinning, and Scott looks away, draping an arm across his face as something close to embarrassment flickers through him. He hadn’t cum in his pants since he was a teenager but damned if that wasn’t worth it..

“Awesome as hell?” Scott offers after a moment. Cora smiles as she sits up, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips before she brushes her fingers through his disheveled hair, smoothing it back into place. Scott leans into her touch with a soft, happy sigh, his eyes sliding shut again. Part of him wants to sleep now that he’s sated but he still has another pressing issue to deal with first..

“Gonna need a shower now,” he mutters aloud, brow furrowing as he wriggles his hips and becomes increasingly aware of the uncomfortable stickiness drying against his groin. Cora hums softly and almost apologetically as she kisses his cheek, but when Scott opens his eyes she just looks smug. He sticks his tongue out, prompting another short laugh from her. “I blame you.”

“I think can live with that,” Cora replies, kissing him again before she sits up and pulls the Blasto shirt off, and beside her Scott lets out a soft, disapproving whine. “What? It’s too sweaty for that now..”

“Fine, but next time it’s clean remind me to let you steal it again,” Scott grins, pulling Cora down into another slow kiss before he nudges their foreheads together, smiling up at her with a playful look in his eyes. “So, wanna shower with me?”

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