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disaster-dan · 5 years

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Coffee - Winterspider

Peter Parker is finally in his first year of college, working hard, filled with enthusiasm and drowning himself in coffee that it concerns senior student Bucky Barnes who's had his eyes on the college freshman for a good while now. Bucky Barnes is one social mess that just wants to meet the cute boy who runs on caffeine and hold his hand.

A/N: this was longer than I intended. But hey a post! You can read on AO3 for more tags :) also dont drink too much coffee. enjoy this piece of trash-

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He was a freshman, telling from the visible school ID hanging from the university’s merchandise lanyard around his neck.

Nobody carried their ID like that unless it was a freshman. Older classmen also didn’t look hopeful on campus. Whoever he was, his eyes gleamed excitement, some light that Bucky wasn’t certain if it bothered him. It caught his attention for sure, enough for Bucky to actually recognize a face around campus that wasn’t Steve or Sam or Natasha.

During the seminar, the introduction, the welcoming of the freshmen, the ‘fergies’ which was a combination of ‘freshmen’ and ‘first year’ which was just terrible. All of them, excited, looking around the building as if it was Hogwarts, chattering and asking questions and making stupid exclamations only newly-out-of-high-school students made, taking pride in the word “fergies”. It was recommended to make friends and acquaintances during the introduction. Peter hadn’t exactly made friends that day, or the following. He blended in to the walls. Nobody noticed him.

Bucky noticed him because he was like that too. Invisible. Unnoticed. Unbothered. Not as overly happy as Peter looked but the invisible part was what mattered.

Peter liked going to the cafeteria. He had coffee nearly every time, more than once in one sitting sometimes. He had dreamed of college student privileges and having coffee at any hour he wanted was one of them.

Bucky sat next to Steve, both helping Sam map out a schedule. There was Peter a few tables down, Bucky had decided to look at his ID one day and his name was Peter Benjamin Parker which was possibly the dorkiest name Bucky’s seen, scribbling at his agenda and a hot steam coming from the mug next to him. He used sugar, a lot of it. Bucky didn’t even use creamer on his coffee since he had it black.

That was the final thing that Bucky’s brain needed to register him in his mind. The fucking sugar.

Bucky was already horrible at making friends. He had known Steve and Sam long enough and that made their friendship remain. He became friends with Natasha when the girl introduced herself and blatantly said, “You have a serial killer vibe”. So the four of them united. But Bucky didn’t outright make friends. He didn’t want to either. People steered away from him, as wearing no other face besides the one Natasha described as ‘the face of an assassin who’s hungry for chicken nuggets’ sort of tended to keep others at bay.

Introducing himself to Peter was not plan number one. He didn’t have a plan for that matter. He hoped Peter was the one who would introduce himself but he probably didn’t even notice Bucky’s existence. He didn’t want to makeshift an entire scene where he purposely bumped into him apologized and one of the two would introduce themselves like that. Or maybe Peter could drop something. Or maybe Peter would ask for directions somewhere. All those possibilities had to be discarded because they were impossible.

He hadn’t mentioned to his friends of this recently found freshmen and crush. He assumed the ‘crush’ thing was over but he was wrong. He couldn’t get enough of the boy’s face, walked out of campus with Peter on his mind. He was small, not short but most guys beat him with a few inches. Bucky was much taller than him by various inches. He made an observation once in the distance, he wondered what it would feel like to have him wrapped in his arms. Bucky was taller and bigger than Peter, he felt like the Goliath to David. He longed to hold him close, make him feel safe and warm. He thought about a lot.

He ended up in the cafeteria before any of his friends one day. Their usual table by the window where it faced the best part of the school, the garden where the sun shone on just right on the grass and leaves. Nobody had arrived yet. Bucky was typically first anyways, he walked briskly.

He slid his bag to the table and then heard a sigh in the distance too familiar to his ears. His eyes found the source and without mistake, Peter Benjamin Parker was a few tables down, concentrated on his phone and a ridiculous thick textbook. He really liked living, didn’t he.

Bucky noticed he didn’t have a usual mug or cup of coffee in his hands. Which was an anomaly in Peter Parker. Peter always had coffee, some form of caffeine, something to keep his rigid and dancing hands around something. That special thing of Peter was missing. Bucky saw this as a heaven-sent opportunity for something.

Bucky made a turn towards the coffee brewers, taking a mug and flashing lazily his ID to the person on the counter. Mutely he continued with the coffee, his mind playing a repeating video of Peter making his own. Coffee brew, creamer of which there was four type so Bucky opted for original, then a crazy amount of sugar that slightly concerned him. The final touch was a small spoon and he stirred. And if everything went to plan- which he was making along the way- things would go good. Or they could turn out horribly wrong and ruin whatever Bucky’s goal was.

He looked over his shoulder, Peter’s eyes still glued on the text before him. He looked down at the mug in his hands, praying that it be the best goddamn coffee he’s made in his entire somber life. His personality gave him no hope, he hadn’t bothered to fix his hair that day either. Things could go horribly wrong.

He walked over, each step making his heart beat faster against his chest, narrowing his eyes and told himself to breathe. Peter looked harmless, he looked polite unlike the other students who were unbearably obnoxious and rude. Bucky had never actually been to close proximity to Peter and he realized that when he was less than twenty feet away.

He still had time to make an abrupt and awkward U-turn to his table with coffee that wasn’t black and with too much sugar. Then again he didn’t know when the next opportunity would rise like this one. They wouldn’t meet with just Bucky’s distant staring or his wishes and dreams. He was where he was now, he could finish the deal.

By ten feet, Bucky was following through with a very tight grasp on the mug. Nobody would have known he was nervous. He didn’t really show his feelings, not that he tried to hide them. Showing them would make him more human and less like a cyborg ready to destroy humanity. It kept the uptight jocks away however, left him unbothered and at peace. Lonely sometimes.

Peter didn’t notice Bucky pulled up to him, he hadn’t heard the footsteps step closer and closer in his direction. When he did it was a halt, audible pause, right next to Peter. The presence didn’t move for two seconds and that’s when Peter realized something was wrong.

Peter held his breath, very carefully lifting his gaze and was met with broad shoulders and following higher a glare of sharp blue eyes.

It was a higher classman, and fuck was he intimidating. He probably wanted that seat and Peter nearly lost his calm at the thought of upsetting him. He was about to move too, reaching for his bag and hands scrambling to gather his pencil and pens.

“Sor-” Peter didn’t finish. A steaming mug placed right in front of him, smelling like heaven's in cloud nine froze his thoughts.

Peter blinked dazedly and lifted his face to see the person who had for some reason placed a mug of coffee to him and held his breath.

“W-”

“You usually get coffee with a lot of sugar. I don’t know what type of creamer you use so I just used the original.” It made Peter breathe in.

As far as Bucky’s appearance was, Peter was terrified. He didn’t even try to meet eye level with Peter who was sitting down. He stood, tall and straight, shoulders squared, only hardly craning his head to look down at Peter. His arms hung to his side, fisted, muscle. Veins.

“I- Yeah. I do.” He said quietly, not ignoring the soft steam and the unblinking, strikingly stern posture of the man.

He looked at the light brown beverage, carefully wrapping his hands around the mug, warmth flooding his fingers and palms. It smelled amazing. “Thanks.” He said with a tone of confusion. He was not going to deny the coffee on the account that he loved it and the possibility of pissing the student off. How had he known about his coffee?

Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets, not bothering to ‘you're welcome’, not bothering to introduce himself which is what he should’ve done miles before getting Peter a fucking mug of coffee and turned to walk to where he came from. There was a sudden heat on his face, he knew he was blushing and knowing he was blushing made him blush harder and his back burned as he strayed further away from Peter who probably thought he was some creep. Even if Peter wasn’t thinking that.

The guy hardly smiled and if he smiled it was probably around really close people to him. He didn’t even offer recognition to any professors who greeted students throughout campus. He walked, no indication of caring for anything else but going to where he was supposed to. Peter had finally begun to notice the small jerks his head gave when they crossed paths or were somewhat in a distance of each other. Or his eyes that flashed when they had scanned Peter in the room before looking forward again with soldier-like precision. Bucky was definitely an apex predator and Peter was the prey.

Peter would be hiding and horrified if Bucky wasn’t so goddamn Bucky.

Peter doubted Bucky was even mindful of his looks. His hair was constantly a mess, a half bun up tied with no intent of making it look good but hell it looked good. He probably didn’t sleep much, his stubble grew and Bucky trimmed the thing instead of shaving it off. It was scruffy, made him look intimidating. He looked snuggly under the right light which was the only light Peter was seeing as of currently ever since their meet.

He found him in the library once. Peter went to the silent section of the building, he had an upcoming assessment and every spec of dust would be a distraction. James Barnes was definitely a distraction, learning his name through the asking of many people. He wasn’t stalking, he was observant. They called him “Bucky” too.

Gut churning and heart racing, Peter made his way to the lone wolf in the room. There were other free tables and Bucky had predictably chosen the one furthest from civilization. It was safe to approach, he assumed. Bucky had already gotten him coffee without Peter asking, he got shy around Peter (Peter noticed), so if Peter’s math was correct Bucky would like his company. Right?

Peter was seeking his company as of lately. The sudden surprise of coffee and how his blue eyes lit up when he saw Peter didn’t mean nothing. It meant something. And May had taught him to take chances, jump the leaps, chase curiosity. He was taking all sorts of leaps.

He chose the seat right next to the man, next to him, pulled the chair out and took a seat. He breathed in deeply beforehand, forcing his arms to not tremble at such proximity to the student.

Bucky was going to move, thinking some ragged student wanted the entire table for themselves. He really disliked the student body.

Luckily he recognized the fluff of brown hair and the old bookbag the moment Peter sat down. He couldn’t help but turn to glance, confused and excited. His eyes widened when the image of Peter Parker next to him was crystal clear. He stopped breathing when he was met with the pale smooth face and the gorgeous brown eyes. Peter gave him a small raise of eyebrows, a Peter raise of eyebrows. His eyes were beautiful. Bright and cute-

“Can I sit here?” Bucky’s eyes quickly glanced at his lips and back to his eyes, nodded mutely, and Peter’s relieved sigh made his heart flip. “Just… needed a quiet place and peace.” he said with finality, pulling out his subject assessment.

Peter wanted to jump in joy, noticing from the corner of his eye the smallest smile on Bucky’s lips.

“I just said it doesn’t seem like you kiss a lot.”

“I don’t understand why we are talking about my kissing.”

“Trust me, it’s bad.”

“Don’t side with her, Sam.”

“It’s like you’re a virgin.”

“Buck.”

Steve huffed at his friends and Bucky ducked his head to cover a snicker.

They loved their Steve, teasing relentlessly was their group hobbie.

Peter caught Bucky’s shy smile and his cheeks set higher ablaze. Who knew he would have such a reaction. Bucky was handsome. And the small braids that tied into his half bun were just a living art piece. He would personally write a thank you letter to Natasha for having done that.

His fingers twitched as they took hold of the steaming mug of hot black coffee. Simple, plain, dark and delicious. Peter could only breathe in, calming his nerves and then turning direction towards the college seniors. Courage bubbled in his chest.

‘You got this.’ He told himself and then his feet began to move towards the table.

Bucky’s face wasn’t looking at Peter, he hoped he didn’t catch him by surprise. It would be bad to surprise Bucky. He was not doing that, even after the small moments of silence they shared on their library-study-dates. They weren't officially dates but Peter liked the idea of them being dates.

He was at close reach and he held himself from running when one of the group members lifted a questioning gaze at him.

Peter swallowed and look down at Bucky. “I-I noticed you have your c-coffee black.”

Peter. Bucky immediately recognized.

Bucky blinked, glancing at the beautiful beverage and up at the beautiful boy with pink flooding his cheeks and an expression that Bucky just wanted to frame. To kiss, really.

“I do.” he said, voice low and accepted the mug from the boy’s hands when he offered it. They both purposely tried to reach for each other’s hands. The small brush of their fingers made Peter’s heart flutter and his belly tickle with thrill. It made Bucky grin when he noticed their dual action and he nodded up at him knowingly. “Thank you.”

Face burning and a shy smile tugging at his lips, Peter nodded hastily. “Yeahnoproblem.”

Bucky watched as he left, eyeing how he gripped the straps of his backpack and walked in short-hurried steps. He wanted to laugh, run after him, kiss his dorky smile, hold him close. He didn’t though. He didn’t know what the coffee or hand-touching meant. It meant something but he didn’t know what. He didn’t worry about it much, soon enough with more interactions like those- he’d find out. He would.

He peacefully drank, quietly loving the remarks and teasing his friends threw at him and for once looking forward to the halls of the campus.

“This is too much. What the fuck, man. I’m real tired.”

“Take a nap.” Bucky suggested, flipping the page of his text book. He knew how to study, he had specific ways of studying for every class all of which applied to learning the subject smoothly according to how easy or hard it was for him. He’s helped Peter study a few ways, index cards, re-reading, short quizzes- Peter in return had done the same. He liked to distract Bucky really.

Peter let himself fall back flat on his bed, sliding the laptop off his laps and sighing obnoxiously. It didn’t bother Bucky, a lot of things didn’t bother Bucky. People fidgeting around him made him nervous though. Peter stopped biting his nails with a single slap to the hand from Bucky and a darkly growled “fucking stop”. Now his fingers weren’t stub or irritated anymore. The light natural pink had returned to his nails.

“I don’t have to write this essay.”

“You have to write the essay.”

Peter huffed and spread his arms wide. “What for?”

“For a grade.”

Peter groaned, flipping to lie on his stomach, dying to do anything to excuse himself from the one fourth of his written essay. He turned his face to Bucky who sat on his desk while writing down notes from the reading he had open. Brows dug, mouth in a thin line with barely a muscle making a pout. He did that when he thought or concentrated. He had nice lips. Real nice lips.

Peter’s eyes dragged themselves from his hand, the pen looking ridiculous small in his fingers. He had big biceps, strong shoulders. He didn’t wear sleeves around Peter, that meant he was comfortable around him now to not feel the need to cover himself. Shirts looked good on him just as they looked good off. Wearing a shirt was an eternal tease, holding back the beauty of his body, clothing fitting so well on his broad shoulders. They hugged his body, making Peter drool. Or when it was loose and baggy it made Peter curious about underneath. He’d seen Bucky shirtless before, not long enough though.

Peter dragged himself to sit on the edge of his bed and reached for his cooling coffee, his mouth appreciating the flavor that flooded and easingly went down. In Peter’s room, he had in the corner desk a small coffee machine that May had granted him as a gift when he finished his first semester. He was doing well, out of home, taking challenging classes, Peter deserved a coffee machine. Bucky on ocassion brought him stupid sugar shopping, he said it was as a joke but really it became a habit here and there to get the boy either sugar or caffeine.

Bucky glanced at his friend and huffed out a small chuckle.

“Довольно?”

Peter didn’t know Russian, but he knew it had to do something with his drink. So he tipped his chin up and smiled. “I love my coffee.”

“Кофе.”

“Ah yes, кофе.”

Peter grinned at Bucky’s smile, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled made Peter’s heart jump. Bucky shook his head playfully at his small friend and his quirky ways.

They hadn’t really done anything, not in the light anyway. Everything was in the dark, too short and too small, not relevant enough to be mentioned the next day. At first it was just hand holding, in the dark, watching movies and the screen not even bright enough to illuminate their actions. Then it was the bed thing. They bunked some nights with the ‘on your side’ rule which dissolved after the third sleepover and Peter was spooning Bucky’s muscular form.

It was not new the strong emotion that stirred in Peter when he was around Bucky. He hadn’t really dwelled on his sexuality up until the end of high school. He didn’t want a label or dealing with stereotypes- Peter was just Peter. His emotions were perfectly okay to feel. He didn’t worry too much when he realized that his feelings for James were more than friendship or admiration. It was attraction, and he didn’t care one bit, he knew Bucky felt the same. Even if neither of them brought it up, they were incredibly sheepish.

It had become natural to feel each other, touch each other in small ways, embrace, all in the dark. That was why it took Bucky by surprise when Peter drew him away from his notes, turned the spinning chair and stood with legs on either side of Bucky’s laps.

Bucky stared up at the boy, confused and intrigued in what Peter had suddenly brought into their day. Peter looked at his blue eyes, at his red smooth lips that didn’t touch his enough. His hands found the bearded face of the man, holding him gently and drawing him a bit closer to Peter’s face. Bucky inhaled and quirked an eyebrow at Peter. Peter didn’t give him an answer, only held himself still, taking in what he was about to initialize and wondering of the hands on his hips and what they could do to him.

The first time they kissed they were both high, far into the late ghost hours. They kissed for a short moment on Bucky’s couch and then pulled away, debating if they enjoyed it as if tasting something for the first time. Of which they did.

The ‘most’ that was done was again during a sleepover. Peter’s back was pressed snug against Bucky’s warm chest. Nothing had actually taken place but Bucky’s curious fingers had gone from softly running along Peter’s abdomen, playing with the string of his joggers, slipping inside his boxers and eventually a hand cupping softly there. His cock.

Peter’s heart was pumping hard against his chest and he could sense Bucky’s was too. That was all it was, after a few minutes both were back to relaxed and dozing off. Bucky didn’t massage or stimulate him, Peter hadn’t gotten hard either although the peaking of arousal was there. Bucky’s hand had felt Peter’s member twitch too. They weren’t there yet, wherever or whatever they were. Holding his flaccid penis as they slept was not the strangest thing Bucky had done.

Bucky swallowed thickly when Peter sat his butt right on Bucky’s groin, shifting slightly to make himself at home.

He felt a little stupid, Peter was the one who iniciated things like these. Bucky avoided starting anything, it felt safer the smaller of the two started what they were both thinking. And Peter, fuck, he waited and thought about it so much. To run his hands all along Bucky’s body. He might’ve done that for a small moment, somewhere in the hidden darkness of their activities.

He wanted to see. And he wanted more than lost seconds.

The warmth of Peter’s hands that first explored his shoulders and collar bones, wide open palms on his pecs sent heat down to his groin. Peter’s ass on him was not making anything better.

Peter kissed Bucky’s forehead lightly as his hands rummaged the muscle on Bucky’s torso and arms. He felt tiny, so small on Bucky’s laps, the wide hands on his hips traveled to his waist and enjoyed the shape and feel of his body there.

He sighed softly, moving his hips and flushing his groin right on to Bucky’s. He groaned in response and his hands forced a grind from Peter.

“Oh-”

Bucky surged forward and captured the boy’s lips on his own. Peter moaned sweetly against him and allowed the man to move him whatever way he wanted and relieve the pressure and friction on both their lower regions.

He felt secure in Bucky’s arms, against his body, arousal was definitely a sensation Peter felt occasionally when they hung out. Now, Peter didn’t have to feel guilty for that. He chased the feeling of pleasure and desire, mounting Bucky a bit higher and ground his still clothed erection against his abdomen. He moaned into the older male’s mouth and whined when he felt Bucky drawing him away.

“Huh?”

“Bed.” he grumbled, hands snaking under Peter’s thighs and hoisting him securely as he rose to his feet.

Peter clung and kissed all around the man’s mouth. He had grown especially fond of his beard. He liked how it felt under his fingers- and on other parts of him.

His back softly touched his bed and his arms wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders pulled him down greedily. Peter was not forceful, he got excited and that provoked stronger reactions in the boy and Bucky loved those little moments. He wished Peter didn’t hold back too much, because Bucky was going to take what he yearned for ever since the two of them had begun to dream about each other.

“My laptop.” the boy said between kissing, worrying slightly for the condition of his dorm.

“Fuck your laptop.” Bucky growled out as he lifted his shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere.

Peter giggled in response, accepting the deep kiss Bucky returned to him and let himself sink into the bliss that his now-boyfriend was going to give him.

#winterspider #Bucky Barnes #peter parker #marvel #Marvel MCU #college AU #shy boys #pining #danletters

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lukeysgirl · 5 years

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swallow me whole | c.t.h pt. 2

synopsis: nasty calum hood smut w a decent storyline? pt 2: another party but on a cruise ship.

word count: 12k+

authors note: a long but good read, i pinkie swear! got a few lovies in my taglist, but i dont be doing tglists too much. i just wanna write and whoever gets to see it, sees it. enjoy! <3

part 1 here

PART 2 S O L I C I T A T I O N

The next mornings sun kindly kissed you awake.

An incredible warmth was bestowed upon your shoulder as you slightly turned over. You slowly began opening your eyes, subconsciously bringing your hands up to wipe away the dried tears. A yawn escapes your dry lips, forcing your body to sit up and lick them moist. Seeing as it was now daytime, you were pleasantly shocked at how nice the room truly looked.

It was a very modern looking room. White walls with black wood drawers and such things to compliment. You looked down to see that the sheets, too, were black and white. But they were silky smooth and catering to your skin, as you were enveloped in a comfy fantasy. But paintings were hung around the room to give the yin-yang room several splashes of color.

You also realized you were placed into the bed much properly compared to where you had went out cold last night. You looked over to the unoccupied space of the bed, wondering where Calum had gone. Turning over to the bedside table, you noticed that your phone sat nicely at the corner of it. Tapping it awake, it illuminate several notifications that you did not want to deal with.

“Nope,” you groaned, flipping the phone over so you could stretch. You reach for the sky, comforting your bones before removing the blanket from your warm body. But when you looked down at your legs, you crinkle your nose in disgust. Your dress and body was cum-stained, seeing as you essentially slept in hormones. “Fuck me...”

You look around once more, noticing that the door to the room was closed. Shrugging, you get on your feet and slowly peel the skimpy dress from your body. It was difficult, considering you needed someone elses help to put it on and take it off, but you managed. You then replace it with the blanket, covering your body while holding onto each ends of it. Wings, you thought to yourself with a smile.

The morning sun caught your attention, your feet treading lightly on the carpet. You walk over to the large glass wall, basking in the beauty of the city. It would seem dull to people who prefer the city in the night, but the beauty of it was not exclusively nocturnal. The day time, too, compliments how tall the skyscrapers truly were, and the Hudson River that ran through it all.

You suddenly heard the door open behind you, and a deep, “oh, you’re awake.” Turning around, you see a groggy Calum Hood stand at the doorway. He had still been in the outfit from last night, but his cock wasn’t out and about. His face looked better then when the two of you were at the bar, but he wasn’t smiling. You look down to see his hands offering a steaming mug. “I made you a cup of tea for your throat.”

You completely forgot about the two times he face fucked you. He walks over and hands it to you, in which to measly hold it with your blanket-covered hands, “thank you so much.” Brown eyes watch as you take a long swig of the tea. It was chamomile, and saccharine from what tasted like honey. It was just cool enough to drink and you smiled from the sensation.

“Better?” He asks softly.

You nod, “much, thank you.” Calum nods, giving you a small smile. You kept taking little sips, relieving your throat from its soreness. Calum looks over to see your dress sprawled on the floor, having him look over with a bit of concern.

“Did I ruin your dress?” He walks over and picks it up. “I’m so sorry.” You shake your head, attempting to convince him that it was nothing. “Let me find you some clothes to wear for the meantime. I’ll give you the money to get this washed properly-- it must be expensive.”

You watch the man disappear from the room as you continued to quietly sip your tea. He’s kind, you thought. That attitude you were introduced to when you met him was completely shadowed by his consideration. Calum Hood seemed like a nice guy, and he was pretty good in bed, too. His dominance took you aback, never having been in such a position.

A vanilla night isn’t bad, but what Calum had done to you was beyond words. The way he took control of you, and used your body to his liking while still pleasuring you was so sexy. His lips were like nicotine, and his body was enthralling. You just wanted more and more.

But you realized that this was probably a one-time thing, and you likely weren’t going to do anything else with him again. The thought made you pout, but you were glad you weren’t hooked. Liking someone would put a dent in your career. But you were sad to think that you’ll be remembering this for the rest of your life and he was going to forget all about you in hours.

Your sorrow thoughts came to a halt though when Calum returned to the room with hands full of things. He had a black towel, an outfit, and hygiene things. “I figured maybe you would like to take a shower?”

You smile, nodding graciously. You traded the empty mug for the morning bundle and held it happily. “You’re the nicest one-night I’ve ever met, thank you so much...” Calum frowned by your words but quickly regained himself. He held the mug a little more tightly.

“I’ll take this to the kitchen,” he muttered, “the bathroom is to the left of this room, you’ll see it.” You nod, watching wondrously as the man left the room and headed off to who knows where. You put the bundle down on the bed and slip off the blanket. You wouldn’t want to bring that whole thing into the bathroom with you.

Quickly, you grabbed your phone and rushed into the bathroom. Locking the door, you looked around to see how large the bathroom was. It was essentially the same amount of space as your entire apartment. Everything was of porcelain and granite, with metallic bathroom features such as the faucet and shower head. But the sink was just a flat rock, the shower could fit an entire bed, and there was a bath if you cared to use it.

You placed your bundle down on the sink and turned on the shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and widened your eyes. Your makeup was somewhat in tact, with a bit of mascara dragged below your eyes. But what really caught your eye were all the hickeys ornate on your neck. You leaned it, lightly touching them with your fingers. There was even a bit of dried up cum on your collarbones from it dripping from your lips.

“Geez,” you sighed, shaking your head as you decide to distract yourself momentarily with your phone. Texts from Meri had spread like wildfire. She messaged you through iMessage, Twitter, Instagram, and even Facebook. You felt immensely bad for worrying her, as those texts were complimented by several missed calls.

You walk over to the shower, noticing a plastic holder that was meant to use your phone. Deciding to call her back, you put it on speaker and slip the phone in the protector. Two rings later, and you hear an abrupt, “Y/N!”

You cower, “hi, Meri...”

“Where the fuck are you?” Your best friend screamed through the phone. “I’m so fucking worried about you-- send me your location!”

“Meri, I’m fine, everything is okay!” You insisted, grabbing the bottle of body wash. You lather it all over your body, removing your upper body and thighs of the dried up cum. “I... hooked up with someone last night.”

“Yeah, I know!” She squealed, but didn’t seem as excited about it. “They figured out that it was you who went home with Calum Hood.”

Your eyes were wide, “how was that possible? I had my face covered the entire time he was escorting us out!”

“Yes but you didn’t have your face covered when I was escorting you in,” Meri explains with a sigh. You sucked your teeth, realizing her point. “They’re at my apartment looking for you.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Fuck. You reach over for the plastic cap Calum provided you and covered your hair. Meri was already mad enough; you didn’t want her getting mad at you for ruining your hair. “I’m so sorry Meri, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“I’m not upset, don’t worry about that,” Meri hums. “I’m just worried about you. Calum Hood is the bass player for 5 Seconds of Summer, if you didn’t know.” 5 Seconds of Summer?

“All he told me was that he was a bass player of a band,” you informed her as you washed away the Old Spice body wash. “Are they a big band?”

“I’ve played several songs of theirs before, Y/N,” Meri begins. “Do you not pay attention?” You deny recalling anything because you genuinely can’t remember. “Y/N, they’re a boyband. Their following is mainly a bunch of young girls whose ovaries pop for them.”

You chuckle at her words but knew she had been serious. “I didn’t intend to hook up with anyone. But you were busy and you know I don’t talk with other celebrities. He just sort of showed up and we had a good conversation.”

“I know babe, I’m not mad,” Meri coos softly. She had always been so understanding, and you knew a small smile had spread on her lips. “He’s a chill guy, we’ve talked a few times before.”

You agreed, “he was very considerate. He brought me tea this morning and lent me his bathroom.”

“No wonder why you sound so weird!” Meri exclaimed. You giggled, “so... was he good?” Her voice suddenly calmed down and had been full of curiosity. You felt your cheeks flush, the shower steam making it worse.

“He’s... really good,” you emit quietly. “I’ve never been with anyone like him.”

“He’s a top, for sure,” Meri predicted, “he gives off that Christian Grey vibe, doesn’t he?” You have no idea... “Did he hang you from the ceiling or something?”

“Jesus Christ, Meri, no!” You waved at the phone. “He isn’t that perverted I don’t think.” As you washed yourself, you patted your chest and realized that Calum didn’t touch them. “He didn’t touch my chest at all last night.”

“Really?” Meri sounded just as confused. You cupped your breasts in self-consciousness. “I don’t know how he could resist them; they’re so cute!” You blushed, giving them a reassuring pat.

“Maybe he isn’t a boob guy,” you put the idea out there. “He liked my butt more than my boobies.” Meri giggles.

“Fuck it; he would have had too much fun with them anyways.” Meri was always great in reassuring you and regaining your confidence. “Anyways, send me your location so I can send someone to pick you up.”

“It’s okay, I’ll take the subway back to yours,” you insisted. “You aren’t too far anyways.” You turn off the shower and reach for the towel. “Plus, nobody knows where he lives so I don’t want to just out his address like that.”

“Well aren’t you sweet?” Meri boasted with a sugary tongue. “Fair enough. I’ll see you soon, okay? Make sure you eat something.”

“Mm, I will, mom,” you agreed as you dabbed your body dry. “See you soon, love you.”

“Love you too!”

The call ends and you reach in to take your phone out. You felt like a brand new woman, with your skin emanating the smell of man. Giggling at this, you put the phone on the sink and finish drying yourself. You pull off the shower cap from your head as well. You noticed that Calum also provided a brand new stick of male deodorant. It was sweet of him to let you use one of his new sticks, even though you were going to smell just like him now.

You lift up the shirt he provided you and looked at it. It was a large black dress shirt. Which was the worst choice, considering how sunny and warm it was out. But nonetheless, you appreciated the kindness and buttoned it up. It was big, but you managed to make it fit. You then pick up a pair of boxers that you were pretty sure he accidentally shrunk. It hugged your body kindly and you felt comfortable. He provided a pair of sweats as well but you were pretty warm from the hot shower you just took.

After brushing your teeth, you the bathroom with your things and walk back into the bedroom. You place everything on the bed to tackle one thing at a time. You hung the towel from one of the hooks behind his door and placed the hygiene things as well as the sweatpants on his bedside table. You also took it upon yourself to do his bed as gratitude for his kindness.

After doing all of that, you grab your phone, your dirtied panties, and your shoes and head out the room in search for Calum. The daytime gave you the opportunity to notice how lovely his apartment was. It was clean and ornate with photos of him and people you could recognize. Actors and musicians would smile pleasantly with him, allowing you to safely assume that he’s had a good time.

Your feet carefully walk on the polished wood, admiring the simplicity that was his apartment. He clearly didn’t care to fill it much. You find yourself out of the hall and into the living room. It was huge, but a voice beckoned you over to give it much of a look.

“Oh hey, you’re done,” Calum hummed. He was in the kitchen, with a spoon in one hand and a frying pan in the other. “Come come. Take a seat.” He glances back to gesture at the seats by the kitchen island. You take the offer and place your things on the chair beside you. Your thighs flourish in goosebumps when your skin touched the cool wood of the seat.

“Your bathroom is very pretty by the way,” you begin quietly. “I’m jealous.”

“You think so?” Calum took the compliment with a smile. “Did you have a good shower?” He steals looks over to you to see you nod. “I’m glad. Pressure is good?”

“It was perfect, I promise,” you insisted, tapping your phone with the tip of your fake nails. You hear the sizzling of the pan, which made you curious. “Is that bacon I smell?”

“Mm, you like bacon?” Calum glances back and smiles teasingly. “You can have as many as you’d like.”

“I’ll just have a strip or two,” you downplay quietly. You then shyly look away, tapping on the granite tabletop. “Or five.” Calum chuckles at your silliness, and continued to cook. He decided on a simple breakfast of bacon, toast, and scrambled eggs. Only because he didn’t have too much food in the fridge, considering he was always eating out.

“I really only eat breakfast anyways,” he explains. He shuts off the stove and places a full plate before you. You watch him place another plate across from you and head back to grab two glass cups and a pitcher full of orange juice. “We have apple juice and water if you don’t like orange juice.”

“I’m not picky,” you insist. He smiles at you as you immediately dig in and take a bite of the toast. “This is the nicest breakfast I’ve had in a while so I appreciate it.” Calum places the two cups down and serves you a glass.

“I take it you don’t eat much for breakfast?”

“More like I don’t have the time for breakfast,” you admit sheepishly. “With school and work, I don’t really think much about it. I just brew a quick cup of coffee and I’ll be on my way.”

Calum hums in comprehension. “So what about the weekends? You seem to have enough time right now.”

“Well, I already finished all my homework and I have most weekends off,” you informed him. You stab a few pieces of egg and put it in your mouth. You chew quickly to continue talking, “and I didn’t have to make it this time so yeah, I have a pretty good amount of time on my hands.”

He smirks at your words and nods. “By the way, I didn’t know you were Merigold’s plus one.” You nodded. “I should have known; you two give off the same nice and down-to-earth vibe.”

“We get that a lot,” you say while taking another bite of bacon. “But she’s much prettier than me.” Calum snorts, causing you to furrow your brows. “Something funny, Calum?”

“The fact that you think she’s prettier than you,” Calum begins quietly. His eyes stay on the plate, barely moving the pieces of egg with his fork. “It’s just a little funny.”

“But she is.”

Calum crinkled his nose and shook his head, “nah. Merigold is beautiful; nobody can deny she’s not.” He then lifts his head up, those deep brown eyes shooting arrows directly at your heart. “But she isn’t as gorgeous as you.”

You roll your eyes, “you’re just saying that to be nice.” Calum shrugs while continuing to dig in. Your heart is absolutely racing now, the compliment making you think more than ever. He thinks I’m gorgeous? More so than Meri? He must be joking.

After the delicious breakfast and the bit of chitchat, you took it upon yourself to help Calum clean the dishes. “You really don’t need to,” he tried to stop you but you were relentless and continued to clean the plates. It allowed Calum to finish the cycle of the laundry and put them in the dryer.

“By the way,” Calum started as he came from the laundry room of his house, “I took it upon myself to wash your dress.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you turned over, clearly in shock of his kindness. “I could have gone to the laundromat and done it myself.”

“Well, you’re doing my dishes so I guess we’re even,” Calum gave you a wink before returning to set up the dryer. You blushed. This one night stand was straight out of a fantasy book written for middle-aged women.

As you’re finishing up, you grab a towel to dry your wrinkled fingers. You turn to look for Calum, who walked back into the room slowly. He had a bundle of papers in his hand, clearly focused on the words printed on them. He suddenly looked stressed out, like the papers contained paragraphs of bad news.

“I finished the dishes,” you sounded, having him look over and give you a smile.

“Thank you so much,” Calum spoke softly. His voice had reduced to a more hush tone. His eyes were suddenly cloudy; he looked distraught. He sniffled a little bit before placing the papers down on the counter. “Anyways, when do you want to leave? I can take you home.”

He was no longer the Calum behind the stove making the two of you breakfast. He was last nights Calum, with all the stress returned from the bar. “Don’t worry, I can take the subway back,” you insisted. You dried off your hands and headed straight for the laundry room.

“Where are you going?” Calum called to you.

You pulled your dress out from the dryer (which had dried extremely quickly) and changed. You left the clothing you borrowed in his hamper and embarrassingly slipped on your dirty panties. You return to him and grab your shoes from beside him that was on the chair. You bent down and slipped the on, knowing that the man’s eyes were on you. But doing this motion finally made you realize about your knees.

“Oh.” Your thumbs rub along the scrapes and bruises that made themselves at home on your knees. They were blue and purple and red, and finally began to sting as soon as you paid attention to them.

“Y/N, let me--” Calum started but you raised your hand and shook your head.

“I’m good.” You grabbed your phone and remembered your strap that was still in the room. But you weren’t pressed about it as kept it in hand and headed straight for the door.

“Y/N!” Calum called for you but you were already out the door. And he chose not to follow.

XXX

Meri, like the good best friend she was, managed to get the building staff to sneak you in from the back. You swiftly followed her through the prohibited corridors and made it safely back into her apartment. The paparazzi remained outside like angry bees, waiting to pester you for details.

“So much for covering my face,” you sighed in annoyance. You plopped yourself on Meri’s gray couch in defeat and slipped off your shoes. Meri closes the door and joins you. “Now they’re going to bother me for a while.”

“I think you’ll be okay,” Meri hums as she toys with a strand of your hair. “Clevver news has you covered.”

You express a puzzled look as Meri pulls out her phone and taps away. With a video now open, she turns her phone horizontally and holds it before the both of you. You watch attentively to see one of the Clevver reporters begin the daily scoop of gossip.

“’Last night, bass player Calum Hood left last nights celebrity gathering pretty early, hand in hand with a woman in a red dress,’” the reporter says quickly. “’The woman, though, had been identified early this morning when pictures of the same woman in the red dress had first arrived to the party with best friend Merigold Leigh.’”

Meri sucks her teeth, “they spelled my name wrong in the captions.”

“’The woman, known as Y/N Y/L/N, was her best friends plus one last night at the party in downtown, New York. This has reportedly been the first time seeing Y/N going out with her best friend to this kind of outing.’“

“I mean,” Meri begins, “they aren’t lying.”

“‘Coincidentally though,’“ the reporter begins with a smirk, “‘her first night out ended pretty quickly when 5 Seconds of Summer’s Calum Hood escorts her out and drive them away. Could this have been by coincidence or planned?’“

You scoff at the phone. “I’ve never met this man until last night! What the fuck is she on about?” Meri shrugs but insists that you watch the remainder of the video.

“‘But she could also simply be one of the many woman Calum has been taking home since his arrival to New York a week ago,’“ the reporter informs. “‘Since his arrival, he has been out every night and has a different woman each time.”

“Ah,” you begin. “He’s a fuckboy.” You push away Meri’s phone and sigh. “Great, fucking wonderful.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I let him fuck me raw,” you resign into your hands. “I probably have herpes or some shit now.” Meri quickly raised her phone and started looking through her contacts. “Meri, what are you--?”

“Sh!” She pressed a finger against your lips. “Let me do what I do.”

After 2 rings, someone picked up and Meri was on attack mode, “Luke, I have a question or two and you’re going to answer, ‘kay?”

You watched as she put the call on speaker and you heard a man’s voice, “geez, okay.” He sounded similar to Calum, but not as sexy. His voice was indeed hoarse but it was more clean and lighter.

“Is Calum with you?” Meri blurted out. You slapped your forehead with your hand, taken aback by Meri’s audacity.

“Oh yeah, I just got to his apartment,” the man, Luke, answered. “D’you want me to pass the phone to him?”

“Yup.”

A bit of ruffling noise later, Calum’s voice sounded through, “hello?”

“Calum, do you have an STD?” Meri went straight to the point. You wanted to melt from the embarrassment, but you knew she had to do whatever it takes to reassure you. That’s what best friends are for after all.

“No, why?”

“Because you fucked my best friend raw and she’s worried you might’ve given her a fuckboy disease.” Calum chuckles through the phone.

“Let her know she has nothing to worry about,” Calum assured, though the both of you weren’t too convinced. “I promise.”

Meri’s green eyes look into yours, shrugging at his words. You couldn’t tell if he was being honest or not because you’ve only known this man for a few hours. Meri decides that he’s in the clear and sighs, “whatever you say, Hood. But if she gets checked and they find something, I’m going after you.”

“I give you full permission,” Calum chuckles again. “Anyways, was that all?”

Meri was fuming from how lightly he was taking her, but you decided to takeover. Grabbing the phone from her hand, you put it close to your mouth and grin, “that’s all, Calum. Thank you!”

“Oh, Y/N!” Calum enthusiastically cheers. “Did you get back safe? I didn’t catch your number so I couldn’t ask.” Your cheeks tinted pink from his consideration. Meri shoved your shoulder gently.

“I’m fine,” you reply. “We’ll stop wasting your time now. Bye bye.” Calum began a breath as though he wanted to say another word, but you hung up before he had the chance. You hand the phone back to Meri and shake your head. “Who’s Luke?”

“Oh, Luke?” You nod. “That’s one of Calum’s band mates; Luke Hemmings. He’s the lead singer.” You nod, taking this information in. “When we go out tonight, I’ll point him out for you. He’s blonde with blue--”

“I ain’t going out tonight,” you immediately dismissed. Meri looked at you in shock but you quickly stopped her, “this was enough fun for a weekend. I don’t want to be another celebrities one night.”

“You won’t be if you don’t follow them,” Meri scolded. “Just stay with me.”

“I don’t know if you’re gonna disappear on me again or not,” you dropped your hands on your thighs. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“What, did Calum do something to you?” Meri asked worriedly. You shook your head, “then why won’t you go?”

“I don’t want to deal with the paparazzi,” you sighed in annoyance. “I’m in the gossip and that’s not what I want. You can deal with fame but I can’t. I just want to go back to being an irrelevant NYU student who only studies and drinks coffee.”

“Well, we’re too late for that,” Meri replies. Her hands snake under your head and tilts it so you’d be facing her. “The paparazzi aren’t going to know about this party.”

“Mm?” You furrow your brows in confusion. “Why not?”

“Because we weren’t supposed to talk about it and it’s not an easily accessible place,” Meri informs you with a smirk. You were still confused, but she quickly opens the small drawer of the coffee table and reveals two tickets. “The party is on a cruise ship.”

XXX

“Meri, I don’t like water too much,” you say in a panicked tone.

Before the both of you was a huge, egg-white ship. It was brightly lit up and parked right by the bay of Chelsea Piers. You’ve always seen many boats parked there, but you’ve never had the opportunity to get on one. Not that you cared for missing out-- boats weren’t your favorite vehicles.

“There are no sharks in the Hudson River, Y/N,” Meri rolls her eyes. You two were linked by arms as you walked closer and closer to the boarding dock. Security surrounded you two, but Meri wasn’t wrong. There were no paparazzi in sight.

“There was a whale in here a little bit ago,” you chime in. She shoves you playfully.

“Stop being a wuss,” Meri said aggressively, having you suck your teeth at her. “Even then, if you really want to get off, there are speed boats surrounding the cruise and they’re on hold for calls every second.”

You sighed. It was reassuring, but you still weren’t to excited about it. The boat itself was immensely intimidating and you felt immensely self-conscious with your outfit.

Because there were going to be several pools, Meri forced a black one-piece bathing suit on you. It hugged your curves nicely, and had a very low v-neck so the inner sides of your breasts shower. You also had a pair of white booty shorts pulled on, which were short enough that the bottom of your ass cheeks showed. Hair was tied up and heels were hugging your feet kindly. You were embarrassed, but denying Meri had been hard nowadays.

“This is gonna suck,” you sighed. You were glad that you didn’t have too many accessories on this time, but this outfit made you feel so exposed. You told Meri that you had no intention to get into any pool, but she wanted you to dress properly. “I already hate it.”

“Shush!” Meri hushed you. All you could do was groan as the sound of the highway by the bay sounded with humming cars and honks. You walked passed lit up sidewalk lamps and made your way over to the boarding area. Celebrities of all forms were waiting around in groups, likely waiting for others before getting into the cruise.

The two of you get in line, security still surrounding you as the staff in charge of boarding people had been walking down the line to check everyone in faster. Meri handed the tickets to the staff member, who poked holes in them before returning them back to her. Meri handed you one and instructed that you don’t lose it. You listen and immediately fold it and put it in the pocket of your phone case.

Your anxiety rose as you two crossed the board walk, which was covered in a red carpet. You two enter the lavish cruise ship, which were ornate with golden lights and pictures of famous people on said cruise. Staff had sprawled all around, walking around the celebrities with plates of sushi and other finger foods.

Meri guided you to the heart of the ship, which looked as extravagant as the Titanic at its time. A huge chandelier hung right above you with a large set of stairs that guided the two of you up stairs to one of the outer levels of the cruise. Meri was so excited that she dashed up and almost fell a few times. She was lucky you held her, or else her face would have met the floor by now.

“Beautiful!” Meri squealed as you two finally reached where the party was. The pools seemed infinite as lights were installed in them and illuminated right out of the chlorine water. There were people everywhere in bathing suits, either dancing in the water or grinding on one another dry. You weren’t really sure how to react but you decided to focus on the excited ginger holding your arm.

“This ship is huge,” you comment, basking in the largeness and luminous entity that was the cruise. You look over at the main component of the cruise, seeing several doors and people walking around. “What’s over there?”

“Do you not know how a cruise works, Y/N?” Meri asked curiously. “Everyone is assigned a room if you want to stay overnight. Our rooms are right next to each other.”

You frown, “why couldn’t we just share a room? It seems wasteful to give a room to someone like me.”

“Because,” Meri began quietly. A huge grin touching ear to ear formed and she tapped her lips with her free hand. “There’s someone I want to spend the night with.”

“Gross,” you shake your head, “and I’m gonna have to sleep right next to that. Geez, Meri...”

“Or maybe not?” She raised the pitch of her voice. You raise an eyebrow towards her as she begins to guide you around the pools. “I want to sleep with a member in this band and lucky for me; its a two man band.”

“Oh is it now?” You ask in a monotone voice.

Meri nods her head happily as she walks you passed the bunches of people. She greets the people you pass with a back pat and a happy ‘hi!’ before reaching one of the many large Jacuzzi’s. And, to your surprise, you saw more than 2 people in there.

“Aye, Meri!” Although your ears heard one thing, your eyes were looking at a completely different individual. At the farthest point of the Jacuzzi from where you stood was Calum Hood, with a woman sitting on him. You decide to find the face to the voice before indulging in the bassist’s exposure.

“Lukey-poo!” Meri lets you go to quickly dip into the pool to meet the blonde man half way. The white boy with blonde curls was pretty cute, with a dashing smile and heart-melting blue eyes. He seemed genuinely content to see your best friend as the two hugged one another. “How are you?”

“I’m good; it’s so good to see you!” Oh, you realized. This is Luke, Calum’s band mate. You watch with a curt smile as the two were only thighs deep in the water, holding each other and exchanging the quickest set of words. He turned her a bit to see four other boys who were sat in the Jacuzzi, beers in hands and all smiles.

“Ashton! Michael!” The largest man there stood up first, water dripping down his toned body. You bit your bottom lip as you watched the unnaturally red-haired man stand and give your friend an airhug. “Ashton, you can hug me; I’m not scared of water.”

“Maybe not you, but your phone definitely is,” the built man, Ashton, joked. He turned over to meet your eyes as Meri continued to hug the other man beside him who you assumed was Michael. “I take it you are Merigold’s best friend, yes?”

You nod shyly, watching as he moves through the water and offers you a hand. “I’m Y/N.” Ashton smiles as you shake his hand. “And wow, your hand is huge.”

Ashton bursts into a joyful laugh. He, too, owned the broken Australian accent that Calum and Luke own. He must be part of the band, too. “I get that a lot. Will you be joining us this evening, Y/N?”

“I’ve got nowhere else to go as soon as this cruise starts going, so,” you joked, having Ashton emit yet another hardy laugh. You smiled, noticing that Ashton didn’t let your hand go.

“Come come, join us in the water,” Ashton insisted, in which you politely declined at first. But Ashton gives your hand a squeeze, his intoxicating hazel eyes practically begging you. “It’s warm, and there’s absolutely no sharks.”

You snorted, with Meri looking back to laugh at Ashton’s reassuring strategy. You think for a brief moment before resigning and wiggling down your shorts as well as removing your heels. Holding it in your free hand, Ashton held your hand and helped you down carefully. He walked you over to the rest of the boys, who of which Meri had been ogling one of them.

He’s the one she wants to fuck. But as you came closer and closer, you realized that the two man band had been people you recognized. “Oh shit,” you emit under your breath, “you guys are the Chainsmokers, right?” The two boys leaning against the rim of the Jacuzzi smile and chuckle at your reaction.

“Nice to meet you,” the raven-haired man start, plopping his hand out from the water to offer it to you. “I’m Alex, and this over here is Drew.” You shake his hand first, realizing that this was the man Meri wanted to hook you up with while she took the dirty blonde man that also held his hand out.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” you smile while shaking hands with Drew right after. “I watched you guys win that Grammy a bit ago; congratulations on your success.”

“Thank you so much,” Alex replies with a gracious smile. He gestures you over to sit beside him, with Ashton calling a server over to bring you a beer. It was this moment that you realized how kind a few celebrities can be. You take a seat beside Alex, with Drew beside him and Meri right next to him. The warm water relaxed your body as Ashton and Michael decide to stand in front of you all to make conversation easier.

Michael introduces himself, in which you shake his hand happily. “I apologize that our bass player isn’t respectful.” You giggle as Luke comes over to join. “But you’ve got the lead singer, lead guitarist.” He pats his wet chest, “and the drummer.” He points at Ashton, who smiles contently.

“Maybe you all can sing me a little something later,” you tease, as Luke looks over at the other boys.

“I mean, I’m pretty pitch perfect right now,” Michael downplays, shrugging as you got distracted very quickly by how pale the boy was and how much ink was ornate around his body. “My voice is solely ready for Jet Black though.”

Ashton laughs at him and shakes his head, “last chorus though?” Michael nods vigorously. “Yeah, alright. Luke?” The blonde boy also nods. They then look over at Calum, who was unsurprisingly making out with the woman on him. “Calum!”

He pulls away from the girl and looks your way, immediately engaging with your eyes. There was a sort of longing and interest in his eyes that you couldn’t quite understand. His large hands that once held the woman’s waist under the water was now resting on the outer rim of the Jacuzzi that he was leaning against. His head was tilted up, having you ravish in his toned torso and how sharp his jawline was.

“What?” His voice, deep and raspy, asked in annoyance. His eyes redirect to face meet with Ashton’s. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Can’t you see we have a guest?” Ashton points at you while still glaring at the bass player. “I think you two have met before.”

“Huh?” He asked, his words licked with confusion. “Who?”

You raised your eyebrows in shock. You didn’t know this man enough to be insulted, but you were surprised at his audacity. After face fucking you twice, eating you out, and ramming inside you for his climax, he suddenly doesn’t know who you are. You snorted, your hand feeling the hickeys ornate on your neck. He gave you tea, made you breakfast and washed the dress he had soiled. I misjudged you, you thought. You’re a prick.

“I think it’ll sound just as good regardless if he joins in or not,” you immediately commented, rolling your eyes before looking back at Ashton with a smile. Meri snorted and muttered a ‘get fucked’ under her breath as she takes a swig of her beer. She passes you one, in which her happily take. “Please serenade me?”

“Your wish shall be our command,” Ashton winks before looking over at Michael. The green-eyed boy clears his throat before he begun to sing. When he finishes his line, Ashton and Luke join in and they all harmonize. The way their voices complimented one another was impressive and you were pleasantly surprised. They’re really good.

When they finished, everyone around who heard gave them an applause. You clapped against your bottle of beer, genuinely impressed by their voices. “Wow, can’t wait to add you guys to my Spotify.”

They all laugh while bowing towards the crowd. You took a swig of your beer and engaged in conversation with the boys.

XXX

A half hour passes, and you were all giggles. Michael had been telling you about how he was happily engaged and even showed you his band. Luke, Meri, Alex, and Drew decided to go participate in the surfing that they were conducting on the other side of the large cruise. Michael, soon after finishing his obsession with his lover Crystal, he received a text from her, inviting him over to her suite.

That left just you and Ashton.

“Ah no, we write some of the silliest shit sometimes,” Ashton explains through a fit of laughter. “We haven’t dated much in the first few years of our career and we wrote so much lovey dovey shit.”

“I mean listen,” you tried to ease, “I’ll keep it a buck with you; that’s the stuff that sells.”

Ashton nodded, “you’re absolutely right. That’s the shit that sells.” Ashton was right beside you, shoulders touching but he had the respect to keep from making any moves or overstepping. You could tell he had a surface-level interest in you, but he wasn’t intending to force himself on you. “Now, the band has changed completely.”

“Yeah?”

“Luke’s dating Sierra,” Ashton began as he looked into the distance. “Fucking Michael is engaged and Calum’s busy being a fuckboy.” You two glance over at Calum, who was still making out with this chick, his hands pressing against her exposed back. “Fucking twat. And I’m here trying to figure my place with this girl.”

“I take it you like her?” You ask curiously.

“I do, a lot, actually,” Ashton’s words were true. “But she doesn’t exactly want to commit to me. She initially had a crush on that dickhead over there.” He points his chin towards Calum. You widened your eyes to this information.

“You’re kidding.”

Ashton shakes his head, “I’m dead serious. I’m not mad at him though; she liked him first and I can’t control her feelings.” You nodded comprehensively. “But Calum took advantage of that knowledge and began fucking her for a while.”

Wow, you thought. Tonight had really been the worst night for Calum. You were learning all these things about Calum, which confirmed your not-entertained suspicion that he might be a bad guy. The way he acts seemed completely different with the way he actually was.

“But as you expected, he got bored,” Ashton informed you. “I’m pretty sure she only started crushing on me because she got hurt, but sometimes you’ve gotta take what you can get.”

“My sympathy goes to you, Ashton,” you admit quietly, “but isn’t that also taking advantage of her?”

“Yeah, if I came to her,” he took another swig of beer. “But she went ahead crying to me, unknowing that I liked her. So she attached herself to me and that’s when I told her.”

You took another drink as well. “This is a lot of tea for me, you know. And I just met you.” The two of you share a laugh before you shrug. “I’m sorry to hear about all that though. I can imagine how awkward it must be between you and Calum.”

“What? Nah,” Ashton denied. “Me and Calum are like boyfriends. He isn’t a bad guy whatsoever. He’s actually got the biggest heart in the world.” You were finding that hard to believe now. “Currently, he’s been having a hard time but before all that, he’s the most down-to-earth guy. He apologized for hurting her even.”

You glance over at Calum, your mind unsure as to how to deem him. He’s a good guy but also a bad guy but also a good guy? Your mind was racing as he continued sucking lips with the girl. “Sounds like someone who could ruin my life,” you muttered quietly.

Ashton shrugged, “he’s just never been rejected before. Girls throw themselves at him left and right.” But right then, the drummer nudges you and smirks. “That is, until he met you.”

“Huh?”

“When Luke told him that Meri was bringing you tonight, Calum was formulating a whole plan to make you want him again,” Ashton informs you. “You’ve been the only girl who didn’t bother to ask for his number or any social media handle. He didn’t want you to be a one night stand.”

You couldn’t believe it. Calum is being a giant prick because you were the first woman who didn’t care? Just because he was famous doesn’t mean that the world revolves around him. A one night stand is a one night stand; you weren’t bothered to ask for another night. You enjoyed that night and decided to carry on with your life. It wasn’t like you were going to date him.

“That’s funny,” you softly reply, focusing down on the now empty bottle in your hands. “The morning after, he made me breakfast and let me use his bathroom. And after all that, he wanted me out of the apartment quickly.”

Ashton begins to think a bit, biting the skin in his cheek. He then looks over and lowers his eyebrows, “was he looking at anything? Like his phone or any documents?”

“Mhm,” you replied, “like this bundle of papers.”

Ashton nods, “yeah no, it’s not you. Like I said, he’s having a hard time and those documents are the reason why. He honestly doesn’t mean to act so bipolar.”

You began to ponder what was written in the documents, but they truly were none of your business. Whatever those documents held clearly bothered Calum and you weren’t intending to to pry. After all, you don’t even think you two can be considered friends. You’re more acquainted than anything. You know more about Ashton now than you do about Calum.

“Anyways.” A subject change. “It seems Merigold was interested in Drew. Do you know if she’s got a crush on him?”

“I dunno about a crush,” you shrugged, “she wants to fuck him.”

Ashton snorts, “yeah? She’s planning on kicking you out for the night then?”

“I have my own suite but we’re right beside each other,” you began with a sigh. “But she actually wanted me to fuck Alex so it was like a whole double-fucking thing.”

Ashton chuckles, “how’s it working out for you?” You jokingly look around to spot the mentioned boy that clearly wasn’t around.

“Not well, I think.” You giggle. Camila Cabello begins playing on the boat, with a bit of the noise settling down. Never Be the Same had been playing, and several people began dancing slowly against each other and quietly belting the tune. “I kinda really like this song.”

“Yeah?” Ashton asked. He grabbed the empty beer bottles and put them on the outside of the Jacuzzi. “’Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine.’” This boy could hit some high pitches, you noticed. “’Suddenly, I’m a fiend and you’re all I need.’” He grabbed your chin, reminding you of the way Calum did, and winked. “’All I need... yeah, yeah, all I need...’”

Ashton quickly grabbed you and placed you on top of him. You blushed, seeing how easy he was able to do that due to the water making your body incredibly light. You weren’t sure how you felt about this situation, considering you just met this man. But with the way his eyes were looking at you, you knew that you something. Unfortunately, you sort of had someone else in mind.

“’It’s you, babe,’” Ashton sung quietly, “’n I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe.’” His large hands supported your lower back, holding you close so you wouldn’t float away. “’And I could try to run but it would be useless...’“

“Ashton...” You didn’t want to seem rude, but fucking one band member and then fucking the next makes you feel like a slut. You didn’t even know how you managed to get into such a situation with Calum, let alone how you got into it again with Ashton. But hooking up immediately after one last night made your stomach churn. “I shouldn’t. I just fucked your bandmate yesterday and--”

“I know,” Ashton quietly whispered, bringing your face closer to his. He gives you a wink, “just wait another minute.” You titled your head to the left in confusion while Ashton began cutting the space between your lips. His breath tickled your lips, “wait for it.”

You felt his lips just barely touch yours before you hear splashes of water headed your way. Ashton laughed against your lips, pulling back as the both of you turn to see Calum rush your way. The water clearly slowed him down, but the fierceness in his eyes were piercing you. “Fuckin’ knew it,” Ashton mumbled under his breath. He looks at you and gives you a wide smile, “have fun.”

“Huh?” You exclaimed. Before you knew it, a hand grabbed hold of your upper arm and pulled you from Ashton’s body. You attempt to pull away but you froze when Calum held your shoulders so you could be staring straight at him. “Calum, what the fuck--”

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice was cold and vexed, as though someone had broken his favorite item. He gives Ashton an ill look, which Ashton repaid with a devilish smirk. “You’re so fucking annoying, Ash.” Calum could only roll his eyes.

“You can thank me later.” Ashton winks at you before waving his hands in dismissal. “Have fun, kids.”

Calum began pulling you away, which made you instinctively grab your things and exit the Jacuzzi with him. He guides you away without a word, allowing you to just be met with his back. Toned and smooth, with his scapula protruding, which made you tempted to reach up and touch them. But right now, you weren’t having it with Calum.

“Calum, where the fuck are we going? Let go of me!”

“No.”

His words were thin and formidable. You weren’t sure of anything at that moment except for the grip he hand around your wrist. You two were leaving a trail of Jacuzzi water, his entire body dripping more than yours. This man was looking good, you couldn’t lie. But you were not happy with being somewhat manhandled by this man.

And, while you were at the idea of being manhandled, did nobody notice all the wounds you owned on your body? The scraped and bruised knees? The hickeys all over your neck? Was this normal for celebrities to see so they couldn’t be bothered to look at you? Even Meri didn’t say anything (which likely was to spare you from the embarrassment.)

She’s a good friend, bless her heart.

But once again, she left you and you were having yet another deja vu moment with Calum. You could be at home, being a good girl and studying. Or maybe taking another shift so you could earn a bit more pocket money. Or sleeping, honestly.

“Calum, where are you taking me?”

You trail close behind, noticing that he was taking you to the inside of the cruise where the seemingly endless floors of suites resided. He loosened his grip and gradually let you go as soon as you two got close to a crowded elevator. You would have escaped but he pressed his hand on your lower back, cautious of mentioned potential plan.

“Be a good girl and just follow,” Calum murmurs, the two of you standing with several others. You grumbled, your eyes watching the elevator reach each floor before making it to the ground level (or your current floor.) Calum gets you in first so the two of you would be against the wall. But it was becoming cramp, so Calum took it upon himself to get you in a corner and cage you with his arms.

“You must be joking,” you chuckled darkly under your breath. Calum’s chest pressed against yours, feeling your nipples perk from the A/C of the elevator and Calum’s body. “I should’ve just kicked you in the nuts and ran as fast as possible.”

“I used to play soccer in secondary school,” Calum muttered by your ear. “Meaning that it would have been futile; I would have caught you already.” Rolling your eyes from his cockiness, you keep your arms tightly to your sides and emit a sigh. The elevator smelled of chlorine now; you longed for a shower.

“I wish Ashton didn’t let you grab me,” you sighed in annoyance. You threw your head back and leaned against the elevator wall. “I was having a good time.”

Calum brought his hand over to your face, pinching both cheeks with his fingers. Your lips were now vertical and popping out. “Wanna take back those words, Princess?”

“Or else what?” You hissed, pushing his hand off of your face. “Whatcha gonna do? Bite me?” You bring a hand up to rub your neck. “I don’t think you’ve got much more bite in you.”

“Oh Princess,” Calum hummed, pressing his forehead against yours, “you’re going to regret those words.”

You two had reached the desired floor as Calum grabs you out of the elevator and begins walking towards his suite. You reluctantly followed, barely tipsy from the one beer you had given. This would be more bearable if you were drunk, but you preferred being fairly sober. Better to actually know what was going on rather than just mindlessly doing things in the moment.

Your feet left several puddles, with mental apologies floating all around your head. But Calum didn’t seem to give a damn as you two made it to one of the ends of the hall worth of suites. A guard stood at the end of it, meeting eyes with Calum.

“I.D.,” the guard asked. Calum fished his phone out from his pocket, which had been covered with a plastic protector. He lets you go momentarily but keeps you stood at the door as he took out his identification and presented it to the guard. You crossed your arms across your chest, knowing your nipples were still perky and evident.

The guard nods, digging through his pocket with his eyes peered in to take out a keycard. He offers it to Calum, who takes it graciously and hands him a fair amount of money. They exchange a look before the guard begins to walk away from the suite, which you assumed was to take a new position at the other end.

Calum grabbed a bit of your bathing suit and moved you back to dip the card into the lock. The red light turns green, and in one clean click! sound, the door is opened and the two of you are in.

[Before we continue (if you’d like), play Can’t Imagine by Always Never]

Calum switches on the lights and you were presented with a beautiful suite. Unfortunately, with the situation at hand once again, Calum wasn’t going to let you ravish in it’s elegance. He drags you into the bathroom and flicks on the light in there. “Calum?” You ask but he locks the door of the suite and the bathroom before turning to you with such a serious expression.

“Get in the shower,” Calum immediately instructed. You stayed still, attempting to comprehend exactly what was going on. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he moves a bit closer. “Did I stutter?”

Preventing the situation from becoming grim, you oblige and position yourself into the shower. You toss your things on the sink before you do and you turn to watch Calum. The toned man empties his hands as well and teases the waist of his swimming trunks. Heat bursts into your cheeks as his length, exposed and hardening, was exposed before you.

“C-Calum,” you attempt to look away but Calum walks towards you and grabs your chin. He tilts your head down, forcing you to see his cock slap his stomach.

“I didn’t tell you to look away, did I?” Calum growled, your eyes wide by the twitching and eagerness of his cock. “Get in the shower, put your hands on the wall. Don’t move a muscle.”

You pressed your hands against the wall opposite from the shower head, your heart racing from nerves. Staring at the wall ornate with minimalist art of shells and waves, you listen as Calum turns on the shower. The glass shower door is closed, and the intimacy suddenly went up into flames.

You couldn’t see it, but Calum opened up the bar of soap that hotels provide and began rubbing it between his wet hands. You could hear the soap squish and squeak in his hands. Then, Calum’s hand grabbed the bit of bathing suit between your thighs and pulled them up, giving you an annoying wedgie. “What the fuck, Calum?”

Smack! His hand met harshly with your ass cheek, causing you to lean your body against the wall. Calum chuckled coolly under his breath, “that’s Daddy to you, Princess.” He starts to rub the area that now stings, your ass foamed up with bubbles of soap. “I need my Princess clean before I can fuck the lights out of her.”

You gulp, feeling his fingers gradually rub down towards the crevice between your glistening thighs. His long fingers teased, slowly rubbing between the lips of your pussy. You pressed your forehead against the well, the sensation sending twitch-inducing pleasure through your body.

“C-Calum, quit it...” you measley fought, your eyes completely shut when Calum began rubbing your clit in circles with the tip of his middle finger. Your toes curled from his touch, but he suddenly halted. Shit, you thought. Wrong name. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Calum smirked. “I know you are, Princess.” He continued stimulating your clit, rubbing it slowly as his free hand rubbed adoringly along the curves of your body. “You look good. Too good.” He gave your side a little pinch. “I didn’t like the way people were looking over at you.”

“People were looking at me?” You asked curiously. You were completely oblivious to any eyes on you, considering you were constantly engaged in interaction and conversation with people to really notice.

“I noticed you when you first came to the pool area on the main deck,” Calum admitted quietly. “I watched you come to the Jacuzzi. I watched the way Ashton held your hand and helped you in. I watched him mount you on top of him.”

So he cares a lot. You smirked, allowing yourself a victory in your head. Even an asshole-acting chick magnet has enough energy to put aside his pride. “Didn’t think you noticed. You had a girl all up on you.”

“Didn’t even bother to catch her fucking name,” Calum mumbled. His hands left your body for a quick moment to apply more soap. Suddenly, without warning, his hands shoved themselves between the front of your body and the bathing suit. You froze. “I was busy thinking about how I was going to bring you back here.”

“O-oh really?” His fingers rubbed along your stomach. “But you already h-had a girl on you. Isn’t that-” his fingers crawled up to the space between your breasts, “-what you wanted?”

“She wasn’t you.” His large hands reached your breasts and pressed his palms down against your nipples. You emit a strangled moan.

“Her body was perfect,” you commented quietly. “S-seemed like your body t-type...”

“You’re my body type.” He rested his head on your shoulder, noticing your arms struggling due to his satisfying touch. “Do you like the way I touch you, Princess?” You nod, biting your bottom lip harshly. He presses his cock against your ass. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

You hum out an ‘mhm’ but it wasn’t good enough for Calum. His fingers wrap about your nipples and tug them harshly, making you jump. Your nails threaten to leave scratches on the wall, but Calum’s painful teasing was slowly sending you to the edge. “P-please...”

His hands rub your chest easily with his soapy fingers, his index fingers constantly circling your nipples. “I will.” But after his words, he retracted his body from yours. You open your eyes and decide to turn around to face Calum. You watched as he detached the shower head from its holster and began spraying you with water. “But first, I need to wash you off.”

“Calum!” For a moment, you two were sharing a laugh. Calum had been spraying warm water over your body, in which you simultaneously tried to get rid of all the soap as well as shield yourself from it. He was immensely entertained by your motions as you removed any spec of soap from your body. “I’m clean, I’m clean!”

“Are you sure?” He kept spraying your chest. “I feel like you’ve still got a lil some some.”

“Calum!”

“Okay, okay.” Calum obliges and puts the shower head back where it was held. It continued to hit his back again while he neared you. He tugs on the bit of bathing suit covering your stomach and reverts back to a serious face. “Strip that off and go dry yourself. I want to see you on the bed when I’m done here.”

You tilt your head to the side, “what will you be doing here?”

He looks down, then meets your eyes again, “I’m not fucking you with a chlorine-covered cock.”

“Nice alliteration,” you said under your breath. Calum smirked. You looked down at his cock, standing painfully hard right before you. Then, without much thought, you brought yourself on your knees (hissing in the process.) “Pass me the soap.”

“Y/N, you don’t--”

“It’s Princess to you,” you scolded from below, earning a heart-melting smile from the man before he offers the soap down to you. “I can’t let you do everything, can I?” You lather the soap all over your hands before you drop it on the shower floor. Calum emits a gentle moan as soon as you wrapped your hands around his cock. “...A newfound kink I see?” You teased, stroking his cock up and down.

“It’s not a kink!”

“It’s a soap kink.”

“It’s not!”

You snort, “I’m not convinced.” You rub his long cock, watching as his thighs tense up and his toes curl below you.

“Y/N, you’re fucking touching my cock,” Calum exclaims in frustration. He threw his head back in euphoria. “Fucking... of course I’m going to react this way-- it feels good. B-but it’s not a-- fuck!”

Calum was quick to grab your shoulders and bring you back on your feet. Your hands leave his cock, the combination of soap and precum dripping from your fingers. “Take that off, dry yourself off, and get on the bed. Not another word, okay?” You just watched as he took the shower head again and cleaned your hands. “Understood, Princess?” He emphasized.

You nodded, earning an eager smile from Calum as he helped you out of the shower. You quickly grabbed a spare towel and your things but before you could escape the bathroom, Calum dips out from the shower and gives your ass a spank. “H-hey!” You squeaked. But when you glanced back to glare at the man, he only gave you a darker, more cynical look in return.

“Not another word,” Calum hums, his brown orbs instructing you to proceed before making any more bad moves. You leave silently, your skin quickly accumulating goosebumps due to the strong A/C. You shivered, lacking interest in stripping due to the bit of warmth the bathing suit provided.

But, you were to listen. Walking over to the large king sized bed, you toss your shorts and phone on the bedside table provided. You drop the towel on the bed and begin to peel off the bathing suit. With a bit of a struggle, you remove the soppy article of clothing from your body. Shivering some more, you find solace in wrapping yourself with the dry towel you grabbed. You could still smell a bit of chlorine on your skin, but the soap was able to fairly mask it.

The sound of the shower suddenly subdues, and you’re only left guessing what Calum could be doing. You keep your naked body wrapped with the towel while taking a seat on the bed. You watch as Calum Hood walks out of the bathroom and slowly makes his way to you.

Your body completely defied you and instantly reacted to seeing Calum’s nude body. It was built and toned, with tattoos kissed perfectly in his skin. The muscles were absolutely not subtle, and you desperately wanted to feel them. Ride-able thighs and a thick cock stopped right before you, with a hand under your chin to force your head up. You met his hungry eyes, gulping from their intensity.

“You seem distracted,” Calum hums quietly. He bends down to get a closer look at you. Your cheeks tint pink. “Like what you see, Princess?”

Submissively, you nod. Although you were mad earlier and preferred to continue a conversation with Ashton, you couldn’t deny your hormones. Calum knew how to fuck, and you didn’t mind an opportunity to feel good. His thumb rubs along your trembling bottom lip, his cock completely hard and pressed against his stomach. “I’m going to face fuck you again, Princess.”

You lips quivered, “b-but my throat is still--”

“Did I ask?” Those brown orbs were engulfed in darkness, with all sorts of devious plans that you couldn’t even imagine. “Come.” He lays down on the bed, his head comfortably settling into the pillows by the headboard. He gestures you to sit between his legs. You nest there quickly, your hands immediately wrapping around his cock and waiting for instruction. “Comfortable?” You nod. “Then go ahead, Princess.”

You lean down, familiar with this request as your mouth immediately took in his entire member. Calum’s throaty moans are forced out, his cock twitching contently in your mouth. You felt yourself gagging a bit when his tip teased the beginning of your throat, but you had to brace yourself. Because Calum wasn’t intending to remove your mouth from his dick anytime soon.

His hands quickly found themselves webbed up in your hair, a string of moans escaping before he slowly forced your head up and down his length. Tears develop once again and you held on tightly to his muscular thighs. “F-fuck, Y/N... your mouth feels so fucking good...”

His praise encouraged you to twirl your tongue around, eager for his cock to cum already. Your precum had already been leaking down between your legs and onto the bed sheets. You mentally apologized to the maids that would be cleaning this room eventually. Saliva streamed down his cock as he quickened his pace and solely focused on reaching his high.

“’M close, Princess,” he informs you quietly, his voice shaky and husky due to his approaching climax. He forced his cock down your throat, your cheeks shining from your tears. But when you looked over at Calum, all you could see was his jawline. His head was thrown back, working towards his euphoric moment as his hands continued to force your head up and down his member.

But finally, he came.

Forcing it down your throat and relieving your throat with coughs, you watch as Calum sits up and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. He keeps you between his legs, but taps one of your legs. “Lift your leg over.” You do as told, with his leg between the two of yours. “Now sit.”

“Sit?” You asked, your hands wrapping around his neck for safety and grip. He holds your waist for extra support and waits patiently. “On your thigh?” He nods. Emitting a sigh, you slowly letting yourself down and immediately arc your back from feeling his skin against your pussy.

“Geez, Princess,” Calum began to tease with a smirk, “you’re so wet... it’s like you enjoy it when I fuck your face.” You stay quiet, shutting your eyes as doses of pleasure shot all about your body from just being still. “Princess, you’d feel much better if you moved.”

“I-I know, I just...” You didn’t know what to say, really. You were already feeling good just feeling his thigh below you. He was incredibly warm and his large hands on your waist kept you paralyzed.

“Guess I still gotta do a lot.” Without wasting a second, Calum used his strength and moved you up and down his thigh. You emit staggered moans, feeling your precum spread along his thigh. Your body writhed, your arms wrapping a little tighter around his neck. “You okay, Princess?”

“Mhm,” you strained out. Calum chuckles, using one hand to continue moving you up and down his thigh. His resigned hand went ahead and took hold of one of your breasts. “F-fuck, Daddy...”

His thumb circled around your nipple, forcing it erect while tilting it up so he could wedge it between his teeth. Pleasure hatched through your bones, feeling the stimulation of your pussy against his thigh and the way he nipped and nibbled at your nipple. It was killing you-- you wanted to get fucked already. You were tired of this teasing and touching when you wanted to be completely ruined by this man.

“Alright, fuck this.” Calum’s patience runs dry from teasing you. His hands grab your waist again to lift you onto his cock. You assist, your legs now on either side of his as he forced you down onto his cock. Your mouth blurts out sinful words, feeling as your pussy was ravishing around Calum’s dick. “Fuck...”

“Sh-shit...” His fingers dent into your waist, his pelvis thrusting into you to get his cock as deep as possible. He bounced you on his cock, with his hands ensuring that you’re pushed down immediately as soon as you’re almost completely off his cock. You hold on tightly, your acrylics digging into Calum’s back. You wanted to apologize immediately, but it didn’t seem like he minded.

As he continued, he brings his lips to your ear and nibbles on it. His thrusting made your brain stupid, but you definitely focused when he began to talk, “Princess, I have an offer for you.” His voice is serious right then. “And you aren’t allowed to say no.”

You continue to indulge while waiting quietly (but not quite) for his words. “I want you to be mine for the rest of the time that I’m in the city,” his whispers. “You can have whatever you want in return.”

“Y-you offering to be my s-sugar daddy, Daddy?” You struggled out between moans.

“If that’s what you want.”

You shook your head, backing up to look into Calum’s eyes. Your eyes threatened to shut from the pleasure but you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “W-we can just be f-fuckbuddies-- I don’t want your-- fuck-- money...”

Calum’s eyes widened, completely going still from your words. Your body calmed down from the pleasure and you tilted your head in confusion like a dog. “You don’t want my money?” You shook your head. “You straight up just want to fuck?”

“W-well, yeah?” You say honestly with a sigh. Sweat accumulated all over his face, but you could still see a sudden gentleness wash over him. “Did you want me to ask you for money in exchange?”

“N-no, I just.” Calum stutters. “It’s usually what I expect...”

You shake your head and smile, lifting one hand to give Calum a gentle slap on his forehead. “Then you should expect the unexpected from me. I’m not some golddigger or cloutchaser.” You wrap your arms around his neck again and shrug. “If you’re giving me pleasure, I’d like to return the favor with the same amount of pleasure.”

Calum could only blink, somewhat in awe from your words. You poke the back of his neck, watching his eyes burn into yours. “You’re only here for a little bit of time so I’d rather you spend less than what you’ve probably already spent.” The two of you sit in a bit of silence. His cock gets harder inside your pussy. “I-is that a deal?”

Calum breathes in for a moment before changing positions. You were now lying down on your back, with the man hovering over you. His cock was very much still inside you and his chest pushed down onto yours. “I’m going to devour you, Princess,” Calum insists in a hush tone before sitting back up. He holds onto your waist once again and begins to rail you, your mind going completely blank and your hands losing feeling.

You weren’t quite sure what you agreed to, but you were subconsciously praying you wouldn’t be regretting it.

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another long part but a goodie (kinda). let me know whatcha think right in here and ill be starting the next part! <3

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Chapter 23 The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You (Tedgens)

Bill knows all the fucking words to all of the songs too! So we're singing along. Charlotte knows some of the words, but she's mostly humming it. Ted seems to be enjoying the movie in silence, and I can respect that. Paul's the only one not really enjoying it, and I think Emma is going to force him to enjoy it.

I'm currently choosing to ignore that little thought. I'm just a hormonal mess. I'm not like getting overly attached, for something that's only really been a thing for like two days. I'm not like crazy or anything. Just hormones.

"I wasn't jealous before we met

Now every man that I see is a potential threat

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice

You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice" I'm totally not singing the most sexually charged song of the show at Ted, in a room filled with our close friends. I'm definitely singing it just for me and not subconsciously directing it to anyone.

"But now it isn't true

Now everything is new

And all I've learned has overturned

I beg of you" Man I love this song. Charlotte is full on singing now. It's impossible to hate this song.

"Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your love on me" yup not singing to Ted. I'm just enjoying a delightful song for myself.

And now his arm is around my waist. Ok yup I'm definitely not blushing. Yup yup yup.

"It was like shooting a sitting duck

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck

I still don't know what you've done with me

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily" wow this is a great scene yup. Not focusing on how close he is. And how heavy his breathing is.

"I feel a kind of fear

When I don't have you near

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

I beg you dear" I can feel his fucking breath on my fucking neck. Holy shit. My face feels like it's on fucking fire. BREATH

"Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your love on me

Don't go sharing your devotion

Lay all your love on me" Ted's fucking softly humming the tune of the song. Jesus Christ.

"I've had a few little love affairs

They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce

I used to think that was sensible

It makes the truth even more incomprehensible" It feels like he's humming it into my ear. He isn't though, right? He would like do that to my extremely hormonal self right? I'm fucking overwhelmed right now.

"'Cause everything is new

And everything is you

And all I've learned has overturned

What can I do" I'm not sure I can get through this fucking song.

"Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your love on me" HES FUCKING SINGING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. How do you breath again? I have just... nope. I'm physically incapable of breathing now. I now understand the term gay panic.

"Don't go sharing your devotion

Lay all your love on me"

Ted leans in and kissed cheek, almost my jaw. I'm not going to start hyperventilating but I might.

Breath

Ok and we're back. I rest my head on his shoulder again. This is allowed. We're an item as the kids say, I'm allowed to be attracted to him. Jesus Christ.

Ted rest his head on mine. Wow I love him.

The movie ends. Bill and I insisted on watching all the credits so we could sing along to the credits music.

"Ok it was pretty good." Ted shrugs. Just pretty good! Excuse me????

"I told you!" Bill lightly whacks Ted on the back of his head.

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever." Ted's all defensive. I'll have to ask him about that later.

Everyone starts turning their phones back on. Bill and I made everyone turn off their phones so they can properly enjoy the movie with no outside distractions. It's kind of petty.

"I got to go." Charlotte stands up. She looks really nervous. Well she always looks nervous but right now she looks extra nervous.

"Is everything ok?" Ted looks concerned. I don't understand their relationship. I just know it isn't romantic. But like. I dont know. I'm over thinking things. It's stupid to be jealous of her.

"Do we need to beat someone up for you?" Paul offers. This group is really protective over her. I guess I get it. With the whole Sam thing, he doesn't seem like the most loving boyfriend.

"I'll see you all later." Charlotte is still staring at her phone. She walks over to the door.

"Check in later!" Bill calls after her. Check in? Is that like a thing? Like do friend groups have like regular checking in on each other sessions? I guess that's nice.

"Will do." She closes the door behind her.

"On a similar note, my parents need me home." Bill stands up. He pats Paul and Ted on the shoulder. "Don't have to much fun without me." And he walks to the door.

"We won't." Ted chuckles.

"Henry, Emma, always a pleasure." And he's out the door. Bill's cool. I think I will enjoy having a friend like him.

"And then there were four." Paul does a dumb dramatic voice. Seriously what the fuck is Emma's type?

"You make it sound like we're all going to die." Ted laughs. Wait does Ted understand the reference? I'd be extremely impressed.

"What?" Paul looks confused. I don't think he understands the reference he just made. So Emma is definitely not into him for his brains. I guess he could be cute from certain angles.

"That's from a book Paul" TED DOES KNOW THE REFERENCE. Like I knew Ted was like relatively smart. He doesn't know it just from the movie and play based on the book. He knows the book. I don't know why that's so impressive to me.

"It is? Wow I've just heard my cousin say that." Like seriously, I don't want to judge Emma and what she's into but come on!

"Yeah Paul, And Then There Were None. Agatha Christie ever heard of her?" I don't know why but the way Ted said that makes me laugh. Ted smiles at me. I love-

NO STOP THINKING THAT

"Well I haven't actually." That made Emma laugh.

"Jesus Christ." Ted shakes his head. Ok I love Emma and Paul is ok, but like I don't want to deal with them right now. Does that sound bad? I just want to hang out with Ted. That probably sounds bad.

"Why are you two still here?" Yup that sounds bad. Salvage it somehow, "isn't it like date night for you two or something."

"I can say the same to you, Hidgens." I don't think Emma realizes how little sense that made. Paul's making her dumber.

"Emma I live here." Like I know she knows that.

"Yeah, I know." She sighs, "I meant it's your and Ted's date night."

Ok that makes a little bit more sense.

"Yeah it is actually. Get out." Ted is not holding back. Also he's calling it a date night now? Like a date night. Like that's some serious shit. I think it is at least. I don't know protocol.

"Ok jeez." Emma puts her arms up like defensively. "Come on paul."

Emma walks towards the door.

"Enjoy date night!" I call after them. Emma flips me off as she exits stage right.

"Love you too!" I don't think she heard me but that's fine.

"See you later." Paul waves as Emma drags him along. Ted and I wave back at him.

And we're alone. Finally. Like they're all great but now we can actually have the little "date" thing we agreed on.

"So where were we?" Ted looks over to me.

"What?" Where were we? Should I know what he's referring to? Because I definitely don't.

"Like where were we before the others got here." Ted awkwardly explains. Oh I just ruined his whole little bit.

"Ohhh, I don't think that was as smooth as you imagined it in your head." I laugh a little. He's trying to be all suave and my dumbass just shut that shit down.

"It was not." He smiles and places his forehead against mine. It's like that thing people do in movies! ...wow I really don't know what I'm doing do I? Who need to know what they're doing? Not me apparently.

I kiss him. He smells vaguely of cinnamon. How have I never noticed that before? Because wow. He really is just the dream.

"We should eat." Look at Ted being the responsible one!

"Well what do you want?" I start to pull my phone out, to order something. Ted takes my phone from me.

"No don't spend your money. I'll order it. You're the one who took me in." Ted pulls out his own phone and starts typing. "It's the least I can do."

"No you should save your money." I take his phone out of his hands. We're kind of just keeping each other's phone from each other.

"Well it seems we are at a stand still." Ted inches closer. I know what he's going to try and goddamnit I will probably fall for it!

"It seems so." We're just staring each other down. Ted kisses me. My arms impulsively go around his neck. And he grabs his phone from my hand. Damnit. I knew that was coming.

Ted stands up and quickly moves away from the couch.

"I'm ordering us some Chinese food. What do you want?" He's typing pretty quickly. I stand up and walk towards him. I'm taller than him so I have that to my advantage. He dodges all of my attempts to grab his phone.

"Don't waste your money!" That comes off more whiny than I intended.

"Ok you're getting potstickers" How is he still evading my grasp? He's barely more athletic than me, thank you dance class. "And the order is placed."

Ted stops avoiding me. Damnit he's fucking wasting his money. He's going to fucking need that if he can't rely on his parents.

"Mother fucker." I'm probably just going to skip that money into his bag later. But god damnit he's not going to pay for that shit.

"Yup." Ted wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me. Damnit I Lo-

NO. I just really like him. I'm not moving to fast. I'm moving the normal speed. FUCK YOU HORMONES!

How the fuck does he smell like cinnamon?

#tedgens #the bell doesnt dismiss you #fanfic

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fruitpunchninja101 · 7 years

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Perks of Coincidences Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi Genre: Humor / Romance (AU)

Disclaimer: All characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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A gust of frosty air blast trough every window in the city.The night was particularly calm and serene only to be interrupted by a loud explosion which pulled Nanaba out of her dreamless sleep.Swiftly,she put on her robes and rushed towards the laboratory downstairs.Upon opening the door,she found her best friend Hange crouched on the floor rocking back and forth,hands tugging on her scalp while wailing in frustration as droplets of blood and pieces of flesh slid down her face.Apparently,the pig's heart shes been experimenting on exploded while testing its limits.She approached her friend ignoring all the bits and pieces of gore splatterd on the floor and the tiled walls.Carefully,she crouched beside the brunette and placed a firm hand on her back making gentle circles to calm her down.

"You need to take a break" she whispered softly as she observed her friends face.Prominent dark circles formed underneath her eyes and dry cracked lips only meant that shes sleep deprived and dehydrated.No wonder her experiments are failing.

As if not hearing her,Hange fished a recording device from her labcoat pocket "Experiment number 65 failed"She murmured as she pushed herself off the floor.The brunette halted when she felt a quick pull on her sleeve.

"Hange!"The blonde raised her tone to snap her friend back to reality. "Nanaba?How long have you been there?" Nanaba let out and exasperated sigh while running a hand trough her scalp"fiteen minutes"she mentioned with mild reproach as she pushed herself upright.

Its the same cycle all the time.Hange losing track of time,missing meals and then the inevitable happens...something explodes.

Its been two weeks since Nanaba got enggaged,since then shes is in a perpetual worrying limbo for her friend.Hange tends to spend most of her days cooped up on her laboratory tinkering with god knows what,laughing creepily as she writes down notes.The blonde doesnt want her friend to hole up in her laboratory for the rest of her life.Her friend needed a good distraction. A new boyfriend perhaps?She asked herself as she guided the brunette to the sink stationed at the corner of the laboratory turning on the faucet and started helping her wipe the blood off her face.

"Whats up with that look?"The brunette asked her as she cleaned off her glasses.

"I need you to bring a plus 1 on my wedding day."Nanaba mentioned as she turned off the faucet.

"Sure,Ill ask Moblit if hes free."Hange inattentively replied as she pulled out paper towels from the dispenser mounted on the wall.

"No!Not your lab assitant Hange!A real plus 1...like a boyfriend or something."

The brunette simply crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave the blonde a questioning look."What this all of a sudden?"

Nanaba looked Hange dead in the eye and held both her shoulders."Hange,you need to meet new people.Once I get married you will be left alone and I worry about you." Hange can see how anxious the blonde was and she admittedly had the right reason to be.Hange knows shes not the most responsible adult especially when it comes to taking care of herself.Who has time to worry about trivial things such as showers and food when she could be saving lives by pressing on with her researches.The brunette took a deep breath.As much as she doesnt like where this conversation is going,she decided to help ease her friends concern by considering her request.

"Okay,how am I supposed to find a plus 1?"Hange replied with a soft smile.

"Oh I have a few Ideas..."

And thus began Hange's Blind date fiasco.

Its been three months since the pigs heart disaster.During that time Hange had been through six failed blind dates.Most of the guys she met run for the hills once the brunette starts talking about the morbid parts of her research.In her defense,she was never bothered by the fact that she scares people off by the aberrant details of her work.'Whats the point of spending time with someone who doesnt understand the importance of my contribution to humanity?'she recalled her usual reponse whenever Nanaba asks her to tone down her eccentricity.Shes unapologetically herself which is both her strength and weakness.

It has been three nights since Hange slept.At this point, shes literally sitting in a pile of garbage; dicarded pages from her past researches,bottles of booze,coffee and energy drink cans were disorderly spread across her floor. Suddenly,a loud thud echoed the room when the back of the door hit the wall.

"Hange what happned to you!?"Nanaba stood by the door and gave her friend distraught look.

"Hey Nanaba!"Hange sang out as she peeled her eyes off her laptop screen and gave her bestfriend a gleaming grin reasurring her that shes fine.

"Your assistant called me he said you havent left your office for three days." she mentioned with slight anguish as she desperately tried to shuffle off the mess splayed on the floor.

"Three days already?" Her eyeglasses sat slightly askew resting at the tip of her nose.Gently,Nanaba pushed them into its right place while tsking."Seriously Hange how did you become an adult?"

"Beats me."Hange chuckled as she stood up and streched her limbs for the first time in a couple of hours.She gave a sigh of relief as she heared her joints click into place and felt blood coursing trough her limbs once again.

"I brought lunch."The blonde mentioned as she settled a paper bag on Hange's desk.

"Whats the occasion?"

"Do I need an occasion to bring lunch for my bestfriend?"Nanaba responded as she walked towards the window opening it letting the sunlight slip trough the room. Despite the unquestionable concern the blonde has for her,Hange cant shake off the doubious vibe Nanabas throwing at her.She only uses the term "bestfriend" whenever she needs something. Seeing that Hange has her all figured out, Nanaba decided drop the act."Okay! okay! you caught me.You see,I set you up with Mike's friend at work."

"Not this again"the brunette said as she face palmed herself with the thought.

"You seem really hungry.Did you skip breakfast again?You look paler than before.Seriously Hange,You need to take better care of yourself from now on.Especially now that Im not gonna be around you all the time."

"Youre starting to sound like Moblit you know."Hange gulped swallowing the last of her food "Im gonna be fine.You dont need to-"

"I know youre gonna be fine,but youre still not getting out of this date.He's gonna meet you at Sina Cafe 2pm.He says hes gonna wear a black pullover sweater."

"Thats a pretty vauge description.Can't you just show me a photo of the guy?"

"No!That will ruin the surprise!I met with him last week,Hes a real sweetheart and handsome too!You're gonna love him."

"You said the same exact thing about the 6 other guys you've set me up with.None of them worked out.''

"Give this guy a chance...I have a good feeling about him"

" Whatever you say Nanabannana."The brunette tiredly responded.She knows this one is gonna be a disaster just like the other blind dates that shes been before.But shes doing this to ease her friends anxiety so shes going to try her best not to fuck this one up."Oh and by the way,I have a presentation for my research tomorrow so I might go over a few pages while Im there.You have to warn him."Hange added as she typed away from her computer.

"Can't it wait until after your date?"

"Science never waits for anyone!Besides,I'm pretty good at multi tasking."

Nanaba released a sigh of defeat.In the end,nobody can tear Hange Zoe away from her precious work.

Its 3:00pm and Hange's late for her date.So much for not fucking it up this time she thought.Clutching her satchel bag to her chest she used her right shoulder to push the cafe door open only to end up slamming against it.It took her a few seconds to realize her mistake,the door clearly says pull.Its as if the heavens are giving her a sign not to push throughthis date.A coffee shop employee opened the door and offered his hand to help her stand up."Thank you uhmm.." she pushed her glasses back to place in order to read the metal name plate pinned on the mans chest."Eren" she continued."No problem maam!"The kid smiled as he held the door open for her.Hange gave an apologetic shy smile as she entered and took in the welcoming aroma of rich coffee the cafe provided.Her eyes roamed around the place.The walls are lined with aged brick and provided fancy leather chesterfield sofas partnered with sturdy mahogany tables.Good thing the whole place practically screamed "This place is for serious adults.No whiny brats allowed".Which meant she doesnt have to deal with too much noise while working on her paper. She scanned the place looking for a guy that matched Nanaba's description.There he is,the only guy sitting alone in the whole shop.Wearing a black pullover sweater and jeans.His legs crossed while his brows were knit together,obiviously enthralled by whatever he's reading.Hange tilted her head to the side to peek on his book."Dark tower...nice"She whispered.She took a deep breath and flashed the biggest smile she can muster as she walked towards the man.

"Dad-a-chum? Dum-a-chum? Ded-a-chek? Did-a-chick?"

The raven haired man didnt repond but instead he peeled his eyes off his book and scoweld at the woman who inturrupted him.

"Lobstosities...Dark tower?"She sang out as she pointed on his book.

"I know what lobstosities are.I'm reading the fucking book."he responded matterfactly.

"Geez!You kiss your mother with that mouth captain grumpy pants?"She teased still beaming the most charming smile.

"Didnt your mother tell you thats its rude to interrupt people minding their own business?"

"Its also rude not to ask a lady to sit down...Mind if I join you?" Nonchalantly ignoring his cold response.

"Yes."He replied in a monotonous tone.Apparently,his answer had no use.Shes already pulling up a chair from the table accross them.She dragged it out across the room earning a screeching sound that obviously garnered looks from the other tables.He opened his mouth and closed it.Its not worth it he thought as he returned his gaze on his book. Hange sat infront of of him. She placed an elbow on the table and propped her chin on her palm.She stared at him waiting for him to say something about her tardiness.

"Well?"He mentioned plainly.

"Well what?"The brunette asked.

"Don't stare four eyes.Just do whatever you need to do."

Hange felt relief.It seems Nanaba warned him about her reports.Maybe,he was also forced unto this date.Either way shes glad hes cool with it.

"I wouldnt call it staring per se.Id like to call it observing.Dont be such a grump shorty I'm just analyzing if Im sitting with a nice person."

"Shorty?"He lifted his gaze from his book and stared at her one eye twitching with irritation.

"Just an observation,Averaging your eye level and shoulder height youre probably like...what?5'3?"

The man responded with a glare.Not even his closest friends dare exploit his insecurity in his face like that.

"And a half?"Hange added gingerly.But all she got was an angry stare "I'll take that as a yes!"She gave him a triumphant smile.

The raven haired man did not respond and continued glaring at the eccentric woman as she started setting up her laptop,struggling to detangle knotted cords.How was this woman able to mess up cables like that?Her efforts to straighten them out are only making her problems worse.His hands are aching to yank the cords away from her hands and detangle it himself.'Tch..pathetic'He thought.

"Now look whos staring"she mentioned without looking at him still trying to figure out how to solve her cord problem.He simply scoffed at her and got back to his book.When shes finally done wrestilng with the cords,the brunette bent to plug her laptop on the outlet on the floor and when she sat back up she hit her head under the table almost spilling the cup of tea sitting on top of it earning an exasperated sigh from the man infront of her.

Thank God shes done talking.Levi thought to himself.He started feeling relief when silence engulfed them for a while.He can finally get some peace and...nope.Shes done talking and moved on to murmuring accopanied by creepy laughter as she typed on her laptop.Levi rolled his eyes.He wasnt even reading at this point.Hes just staring on his book reading a sentence over and over desperately trying to block out everything shes mumbling.After a while,he gave up and shifted his attention from his book and glanced at her.

"Do you really need to mumble while doing that?"

"Doing what?" "Whatever it is that youre doing?"he said as he gestured to her laptop.

"Oh,this?Sorry!Its just I had this really interesting project.You see,Theres this animal that doesn't secrete feces and we are trying to figure out if it can help us improve bowel programs for paralized people or better yet,build better artificial organs." His head perked up a little.something about what she said piqued his interest and before he can even stop himself words came tumbling out of his mouth. "Theres an animal that doesnt shit?" He immeditely wanted to punch himself in the face when he saw her eyes lit up like christmas lights.'Goddamit Im supposed to shut her up not encourage her!'He internally berated himself. The raven haired man didnt hide his unwillingness to listen as the woman started explaining scientific things which he doesnt have any idea about.Still,he quipped and threw retorts to her statements every now and then. The brunette turned her laptop to him and showed him a photo.

"These babies are called Demodex Mites.They're microscopic animals that dont have anuses.They basically store their wastes inside their body till they die".

"Well thats a shitty way to live."He answered as he placed his hand on the rim of his cup took a sip of his tea.

"Wow,Is that a pun? I'd better write that one down. "she sarcastically replied as she beamed a smile. He ignored her and went back to reading. The brunette let out a small chuckle as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear dug trough her remaining paper work.

They fell in a comfortable silence after that,with occasional mumbles from Hange from time to time which at this point Levi got used to and was able to tune her out.Hange tilted her head a little to take in his facial features.Dark raven locks in a neat undercut and pale blue eyes which hid behind his dark circles.Hes definately not the sweetheart Nanaba hinted at,but his snappy comebacks and dry responses amused her.

"You are staring again."

"I just realized that never got your name.Mine's Hange...Hange Zoe." She extended her right arm.

"Levi" He mentioned plainly.Staring at her offered hand."I'm not touching that.You just said youre working with shit animals"

"Well,technically they dont deficate so..."The brunette stopped herself midsentence when Levi gave him a look which she cannot place if its confusion or annoyance.

Hange pulled her arm away chuckling."Fair enough...No last name?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Why nice to meet you Levi Why do you wanna know.Thats a pretty uncommon last name"

"Youre the worst."

"So I have been told...You know what,I was very skeptical walking over here a while ago since I was late and all but good thing Nanaba set this up."

"Late with what? and who's Nanaba?"Levi asked her while his eyes were still on his book.

"What do mean late with what? and how come you dont know Nanaba?"

"Four eyes,theres 7 billion people on earth.You cant expect me to know everyone of them.And I couldnt careless with whatever it is you're late for."He shifted his gaze from his book to Hange.

"What?Wait!Aren't you here for the date?"

"We're on a date?"He raised an eyebrow.

A thousand questions ran trough Hange's head. but before she can even open her mouth Levi's phone rang.He held a finger as he answered the call. "I'm on my way."Levi responded to the person on the other line.The man looked a bit disoriented as he looked at her with outmost bewilderment with what she just said. Hange heared a faint click as the call ended.

Levi took a last sip of his tea and stood up."See you around four eyes"

"Yeah,See you around shorty"Hange responded faintly almost sounding like a whisper.Watching the man fish his car keys out of his pockets and leave the cafe.

Hange was left dumbfounded as the realization dawned upon her.She sat with a random stranger on a cafe and assumed he's her date.

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Hello Everyone!

This is my very first fanfic so it will be a bit rough around the edges.I'm very hesitant to post this since I'm not much for writing but I really want to practice and learn.Hey!Nothing ventured nothing gained right?I had this story idea in my brain for almost a week now and I just have to share this with my fellow LeviHan shippers out there!I wrote this on my phone so theres probably a lot of spelling errors etc.Please bear with me.Ill definitely try to transfer the rest of the chapters on a word document next time. I'll also do my best to update this every week.(I dont promise that but I'll try my best I swear.)

Contructive critisism is very much appreciated!(Please go easy on me.)Also,I'm not a native english speaker so theres that.

Check out chapter 2 on AO3 !

#levihan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levi x hanji #levihanfanfiction #fanfiction #au

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celestialallstars · 5 years

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Episode #13: “baaa louder.” - Zach

So after that tribal I feem good and bad. On one end, I think it was the best case for me to use it for vote reveal and it showed Bryce/Zach up, Rhys is out and yeah. On the other, I regret voting Rhys out now because it will give Michael and Chloe an excuse to force rocks in F8 unless some serious minigames are done. SO I am going to ask Michael/Chloe to F3 maybe? Not sure yet but I think now if I ever do reach the end, I am gonma probably use this vote as a reason to win since I feel if I didnt make the decision to say anything, I would have possibly left. AND everyone got exposed? Miss me on that revote

girl im going home

so tribal happened and like. period. it was really sad + like i love rhys and seeing him go was upsetting, but like.. it's the game. no hard feelings! but i'm so frustrated with so many people. it's less of the game but more of how they acted, and thats why bryce and i snapped and leaked literally every little thing we know. like my issues were like... chris' main point was vilifying bryce & i for targeting him, but like, that happened AFTER loris slept. and??? they had a plan since i lost immunity to split on bryce/rhys. like yeah be mad at me for the shadiness of the mitch vote per se (albeit it not being super shady imo), but like... call that out initially. don't act like im in the wrong for the vote TONIGHT when the alliance was always so cliquey. then chloe got... idk. arrogant? like i snapped at her (wrongly so) but my annoyance with her is not deep, its just that she is like 'oh yalls voted me' but its like... ok. we thought you leaked. and even if you didnt (which she didnt), they legittttt WERE VOTING BRYCE ANYWAY LIKE . IT DOESNT MATTER. STOP VICTIMIZING YOURSELF. YOU WERE SHADY YOURSELF. but i cant be too mad because they didnt know about the 8 person alliance (supposedly) and i suppose with the info they DID have, they made a good decision. though still dumb i hate it but its my fault too who cares im perfect. jared is just so slimey. and stephen like??? saying 'i said to u dont fk me and you immediately snitch to bryce' BUT YOU HAD A PLAN TO BLINDSIDE ME AND MY ALLIES LIKEEEE STOP JUST SAY YOURE SNAKEY. LIKE IM OPENLY SNAKEY. ILL SAY IT. BUT DONT VILIFY ME???? HELLO?? like its the pot calling the kettle black.

i'm overdramatic just because im IN the mood to go off. or, was. i snapped (wrongly so) tonight. i want anyone who reads this to know its not personal and i love all of u dearly but . im frustrated and i want a good edgic rating LOL

loris frustrates me because he legit is a goat. he can deny that all he wants but there is a literal 0% chance i vote him at this rate to win. i dont know why. he just.. isnt playing for himself. whats NEW. jk... love u. IM JUST frustrated.

on good news, i got a super idol. period. aint telling anyone. like i love bryce but i dont want him to expect me to use it on him because . it wont be good for my game. im playing for myself and myself only. like... period. tho i hope him and i can manage to survive a bit but i dont think thats likely.

im not reviewing this i just am writing whats in my feelings so its more authentic LOL

anyway this game was super fun. despite being stressful and straining, the call was super enjoyable and this org has been one of my favs, and this night has made it sm better. so period. no regrets, just faggotry.

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i'm a flop.

Everything seems so messy tonight. Rhys has approached me about me, him, Michael, Bryce nd Zach workin together but like... they seemed so actively against me sooooo idk what's going on there it feels like a trap. They suggested doing Chris which does kinda sound real but that could be part of the trap idk im very nervous. I just kinda said I would go along with the plan but I don't really intend to do that. I don't think Chris is the move for me this round, Rhys doesn't speak to me which is why I'm also nervous the alliance came from nowhere. To my knowledge the votes are gonna be split 3-3-3 in case of an idol, which I hope gets flushed. Idols make me nervy. Hell I didn't even know Jared had an idol that fucking snake, but it's fine cause he played it on me.

(((((aj note --- this confessional above is obviously from last round but its 2am and i want to go to sleep so idk))))))))

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Last night was an absolute mess and I feel I missed a lot of what went on so I need to watch the post tribal live stream to see if I can try to make more sense of what went down. So far I gathered Jared is a snake, we been knew and Bryce is a leaker. However the leaking shit got pinned on me YET AGAIN. WHY THE FUCK DO THESE BITCH ASS HOES KEEP PINNING SHIT ON ME. FUCK U BRYCE

I just, everything's a mess. All the alliances i doubt are going to work, Jared isnt long for this game, me or Stephen may follow him out, and the rest will likely see some combo of Loris/Michael/Chloe in the end. I dont know, suddenly feeling hopeless about all of this and like, pretty unhappy at the moment. I knew it would be hard but like I literally am struggle to have clear thoughts and with this and outside life factors I'm just feeling lost at the moment.

hi i'm less mad so ignore my above confessional LOL. thank u for tuning in.

except u loris. baaa louder.

Whew hunny last night exposed a lot of fake ass bitches but we really been knew they’re fake. I’m feeling confident about the next few rounds because I think people see myself and Chloe as numbers and people they need to bring on board to make plans work. Part of my strategy this game is to sit back and let the bigger players come in and try and make the big moves everyone wants to feel like they’re making a difference and everyone wants to build their resume by making big moves and as long as I can maintain my threat level I think I’ll be safe and I can have a bit of Influence in the game as people scramble for my vote.

WELL! That was an interesting tribal!

Shortly before tribal, it came out that a secret group of 5 was made to blindside Chris. (Zach/Bryce/Rhys/Michael/Chloe)

I obviously didn't want that to happen, and neither did Chris or Jared. Bryce leaked it to Jared, and Jared told me and Chris. I made the INDEPENDENT decision to confront Zach about this, because I'm not asking for permission to make moves sorry. The only issue is that Zach immediately went to Bryce, even though I asked him not to fuck me. Bryce went to Jared and Chris, and they went back to me. WELP! That just hurts my strategic relationship with Zach even more than the vote already would have.

Chloe and Michael were doing what they could to keep the votes off Chloe, luckily, my move with Zach ensured that they failed! WOO!

I don't want to make the same mistake as Matt though. I may have a decent majority now, but I don't want to burn my bridges with Zach and Bryce. I stayed out of the drama last night (mostly) and I'm gonna keep talking game with them. I might not be able to fully repair things totally but I'm confident I can do better than the other 5.

I'm gonna go over my relationships with the remaining castaways since there's finally a small enough number for me to feel like doing that:

Chris: My closest ally, we tell each other basically everything. I'm worried about going to Final Tribal with him though. He's played well in every facet of the game and literally won "Who do you want to see win" in Touchy Subjects. If I don't get a chance to take him out at the end, I think I can mount a strong argument against him. but I'd only feel comfortable making that move if I was already immune and definitely going to Final Tribal.

Jared: My second(?) closest ally, though I now know he has kept a TONNNN of secrets from me and on top of that he's a threat to win. Luckily, with all the info coming out from last round, I don't think I'll need to worry about Jared being at Final Tribal.

Loris: With Rhys gone, Loris has officially taken the title of "person I kinda wanna maybe side with but he's talked about voting me out so we're not cool". I kinda wanna weaken Bryce and Zach (or maybe vote them both out) before taking a shot against him, I just hope he doesn't realize I know he's after me until it's too late.

Michael: I really don't know where I stand with Michael LMAO! He voted with us last round but never informed us about the plan to get Chris out. He said he was "going to" but I don't believe that for a second. In fact, I think if Chris hadn't revealed what Bryce had leaked there's a chance he may have gone through with it.

Chloe: I kinda love Chloe. I wish I never accidentally turned the majority alliance against her. She's fun to hang around with AND someone I think I could beat in the end. It's like a win-win. Except I don't think she wants me anywhere near the end.

Zach: Out of the 3 people out of the loop at the last vote my relationship with Zach was the strongest. That having been said, neither of us were really sharing much information with each other after Mitch left and I feel like there's really not much further we can go together. Him and Bryce are both good options to be targeted at this vote.

Bryce: While I've personally known it for quite some time, for Bryce to outright say he didn't want to me in an alliance with me is kind of the most red a red flag can be. If I have it my way, Bryce will be the next person voted out. Granted, I'm saying all of this before immunity results and real strategic talks can begin, so my mind might change, but it's not likely.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPS6OykNvh0 its so sad im going home tldr: im gone chris can say 1000 words but if they all mean nothing whats the point. jared ruined my trust in people forever. chloe is a goat hypocrite who aggravates me. stephen is alright not good not bad. rhys is my king and im so sad hes gone i legit love that man. zach is fake. michael is annoying. loris is being a goat but who cares. omg me taking 0 blame for anything bad that happened to me? more likely than u think!!

hi! so. I think I can win this game. my intentions for a while have been to get out someone I don’t see working with personally, rhys, and then attempt a flip on jared/stephen. i also very much have wanted to turn on Chris because I believe me and him are playing similarly in that we have positioned ourself well into the middle, and going to the end with someone who’s basically played the same game but more well-polished is not a good idea! i wanted to get myself this immunity so that I could talk to people about flipping without risk of being ratted and then voted out, which was almost what happened to chloe last round. im also starting to become aware of how me never attending tribal is making me fall under the radar in a way?? everyone is fighting each other and arguably making situations worse for themselves by giving an answer straight away, for example, bryce declaring his f2 with Jared in the call. though people can still slander me while I’m not there, what they say cannot be dwelled on for too long because I’m not there, putting me in a more favourable position than some of the other people here? I think? that someone said that I was playing the middle last tribal council and well.. they’re right so oops.

my ideal path to the end would be stephen and jared leaving the next rounds, and then Chris, although the order does not concern me right now. then I would be at final 5 with Bryce zach chloe and michael and then whoever isn’t immune out of bryce and zach can be voted out. perry. and then I’m gonna have to pray to god I win final immunity OR Michael or Chloe do but like that doesn’t feel likely to me. AND THEN I WIN!!!

ALSO. im in the final 7. I just need to survive one more round and then I’m guaranteed final 5... because no way in hell im playing that legacy on someone else.. I am not letting THAT happen again.

Me nd Michael been talking, nd we’ve wanted to make a move for a bit now but crazy shit keeps happening. We needed to take down Rhys and break up the Rhys/Bryce/Zach trio so Bryce nd Zach are more useable. Now we planning on flipping on Jared/Chris/Stephen. My current target would be Jared because as much as I trust him and adore him I think he’s definitely running this bitch. Then Loris decides he also wants to flip nd he tells Michael that he wanted to exclude me but JOKES ON U LORIS I WAS ALREADY PLANNING ON FLIPPING U DUMB FUCK. Which was kinda obvious he was planning on excluding me cause Zach and Michael both messaged me about it and I knew Loris was involved in the flipping but he hadn’t messaged me about it sooooo. Don’t test me Loris I’ll make u be voted next.

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#FuckLoris

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GRIT YOUR TEETH, PULL YOUR HAIR, PAINT THE WALLS BLACK AND SCREAM FUCK THIS CAST CAUSE ITS MY GAME AND IM GONNA TAKE IT BACK

So tonight the plan me chloe and loris are sailing to the majority alliance that voted together last time is that the votes will be spilt. And they will be but we won’t be joining we will be switching to Jared and eliminating the biggest threat in the game at this point. From there I’m thinking of flipping to take out zach or Bryce and continuing on the game switching to control the power in the game.

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Part of the beauty of this move to blindside Jared is that a lot of the blame for the flip is shared amongst both Chloe and Loris paired with Bryce and Zach being bigger threats means that my name will most likely still be out of peoples mouth I just have some major damage control to do to stop Stephen/Chris teaming up with Zach/Bryce and creating a 4-3.

A lot has happened.

Bryce and I's F2 imploded because of me, and even though we reconciled today I don't think I can truly work with him again. Best I can do is try to secure his jury vote.

I have deals with Stephen Chris Michael and Chloe, Loris will hopefully fall by the wayside next round.

The plan this time was to get Michael onside in PMs and gauge his interest for voting out Zach, reinforcing the "this is our shield strategy." He did the work from there. Yeet!

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Jared is voted out 5-2-1. He becomes the fifth member of our jury.

Watch Jared’s exit interview take place below:

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#episode #shinebright

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