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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock.

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic.

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried.

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either.

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks.

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to.

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face.

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his—

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress.

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively.

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth.

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth.

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you.

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body.

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly.

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now.

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch.

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow.

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you.

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him.

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently.

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weasleypogues · 3 years

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written in the starts (f.w. soulmate au) pt. 1

hii this is a fred soulmate au and in this cedric didnt die lol hope u enjoy. i also dont think i got the ages right with any of this but play along hehe

masterlist. part 2. part 3.

you sat in the hufflepuff common room as you had finished settling into your dorm and wanted to give your roommates space to do the same. cedric was to your right and you were catching up on each other’s summers. the ending summer and upcoming fall sun was shining through the large windows and cast in the lightly colored and calming room. your fingers fiddled with the soft white blanket you sat with as you listened to cedric’s summer and laughed at the jokes he told in between. he was a year older than you and felt like an older brother as well.

“it’s crazy that this is your last year, right?” you asked, and let your head settle on your closed fist as your eyes felt dreamy. you gave cedric a sympathetic smile which he returned with a bigger one.

“no no no, you don’t get to get all sentimental on me just yet. i still have a year.” cedric responded, slightly chuckling. “i should be the one getting sentimental. you’ll finally get your pen tomorrow!”

you laughed and blushed at the topic of conversation. cedric was referring to the pen you get when you turn seventeen which you can use to communicate with your soulmate. it was sort of a disappearing ink that if you wrote on any surface, it would disappear as it waited for your soulmate with the same connecting pen to respond. you could write on skin, table tops, papers, and really anything. in order for the pen to be activated, both sides of the soulmates have to be seventeen. that meant, if you turned seventeen first, you would have to wait for however long for their birthday to start communicating.

“gotta say, i’m a little nervous. i really hope im the younger one. i don’t know what i’ll do if i have the pen but can’t even use it for a good amount of time.” you said, overwhelmingly, but in a good way. cedric jokingly slapped you on the arm with a pretend insulted face.

“not cool! you know i had to wait seven months until malia got hers!” cedric said, looking back at the struggling months of the useless pen and waiting for answers. you laughed and rubbed the spot where he hit you.

“yeah yeah yeah, whatever.” you answered, blushing madly and failing to hide the widest smile ever.

“cedric!” you heard someone call from behind you. you investigated to see who it was, realizing it could virtually be anyone in the house. cedric was pretty popular in your hufflepuff house as all the girls thought he was a dreamy looking guy but also had no bad blood with the guys as well. your eyes followed the source of the noise and saw malia, his soulmate, happily walking towards cedric. cedric got up instantly and wrapped his arms around her.

“sorry i haven’t been around too much. julia is getting a little freaked out and wants to know exactly where her classes are so she isn’t late. my little ravenclaw, aw.” malia spoke with her hand on her chest, referring to her eleven year old sister that was just sorted into ravenclaw last night. you got up and peered behind cedric with a giant smile on your face. malia caught your eye instantly and pulled away from her boyfriend and embraced you.

“(y/n)! ugh, i missed you so so much! how was your summer?” she asked. she sat down on the third cushion on the sofa and joined the conversation you and cedric were having, happily.

next day.

you woke up to the sun shining in through your window and the smell of breakast filled your room. a subtle smile ran across your face and your eyes fluttered open, revealing one of your best friends jada just waking up as well in the bed over from yours. you and the rest of your roommmates had stayed up to see past midnight to wish you a happy birthday. a minute after the clock had struck 12 an envelope slid under the door which had your name printed on the front in cursive.

(y/f/n) (y/l/n) professor sprout’s office. ten in the morning. happy birthday.

you checked your watch on the nightstand next to you and read the time. it was 9:32 am. you and jada didn’t even have to speak before giving each other beaming smiles and you basically sprinted out of bed to head for the bathroom to get ready.

you styled your hair, put on sublte makeup, and dressed in an outfit you had planned for your birthday, seeing as you didn’t have to wear your school uniforms just yet. all you needed was shoes now. you ran back to your nightstand to check the watch again, 9:54.

“good luck.” jada said, smiling, clearly vibrating with as much excitement as you were. “happy birthday, (y/n/n)!”

you sent her a thank you, hugged her, and tugged on your shoes before practically booking it out the door, trying not to be too loud in consideration of your other roommates. you were basically skipping to professor sprouts office who’s room was not too far from the hufflepuff common room.

you gave a quiet knock to professor sprout’s door and heard a faint “come in” from the inside. you opened the door politely and slowly, showing your face to her before walking in completely and shutting the door behind you. you were faced with professor sprout, professor mcgonagall, and professor dumbledore having an innocent morning conversation.

“ah, ms. (y/l/n). happy birthday! i see you must have gotten professor sprout’s letter!” dumbledore spoke in his deeper but oddly soothing voice.

“thank you so much, professor. and yes, i did.” you responded with a slightly giggle. nothing was holding back the giant smile that was etched across your face.

“i remember when i got my pen on my birthday. i ran right outside professor beery’s office and wrote on the wall, itching to see if there would be a response. oh to be young.” professor sprout said dreamily, opening a chest under a table of green plants. you blushed.

“professor, you don’t look a day over twenty five.” you responded, jokingly but not in a malicious way. this earned a chorus of laughs from the three professors.

“always so charming, you. here you are.” professor sprout said, handing you and box that was a few inches long, and silver with a sage green bow on the top. “they don’t usually come with bows, but i wanted to add a sweet little touch for a student like you.”

before even opening the box, you smiled at her greatly and gave her a quick hug which she didn’t oblige. you took a deep breath before opening up the box, your heart racing at the speed of light. there, sat a marble white pen that glittered in the sunlight from the office. it was not too heavy and you picked it up slowly, admiring it.

“happy birthday, ms. (y/l/n).” professor mcgonagall said sweetly, failing to hide her own small smile while watching your life basically change for the better.

“thank you, professor mcgonagall! and thank you again professor sprout and professor dumbledore! i gotta go.” you responded, your cheeks hurting and your fingers itching to write something down. all the teachers shared your happiness as you practically ran out of the room and towards the kitchen.

you grabbed the closest napkin, right after saying a good morning to the kitchen elves, and clicked the pen, nervously.

before you could write anything down, your forearm felt tickled and you glanced down to see writing that left a glittery after effect before the black words became clear.

balderdash.

#fred weasley imagines #fred weasley #fred weasley x #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #hp imagines #fred weasely writings #george weasley imagines #soulmate au #harry potter imagines #weasley twins

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itsnsfwalways · 4 years

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Canyon Moon

FIC MASTERLIST

warnings for ch 3: mentions of drug use (weed), swearing, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), a hint of degradation if you squint

chapter 3: you’re so golden

The sun hitting your eyes was the first thing that woke you up, the warmth inviting, but also very bright. Scrunching you’re face up, you tug the blanket over your head, turning to the side and taking a deep breath in. You find giving your body a few minutes to wake up before you force yourself out of bed makes you feel so much more awake and in a good mood.

Stretching your back, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and roll out of bed, trudging to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

Yawning as you walk into the kitchen, you make yourself an iced coffee before starting on breakfast. Putting on Rumours, you sing quietly to yourself while making a scramble with a bunch of veggies to get your greens in early.

Heading back to your room with hot sauce in hand, you light some incense and take a few bong rips before eating your breakfast quietly on the window sill. That was something you absolutely LOVED about your room, the edge of the window was just wide enough for you to sit (or lay down) and admire the view of palm trees and beautiful blue skies.

Opening up Misery, you finish a few chapters and mindlessly eat for a bit, listening to the birds chirp and the buzz of the city waking up. Once you finish your food, you go sit cross legged on your meditation pillow, facing the floor length mirror as you make sure your posture is straight. Putting on your favorite meditation music, which, at the moment, is 432hz Healing Tones, you take a deep breath in, clearing your mind and allowing the sun and healing vibrations to roll over you. You imagine yourself breathing in healing energy and nothing but love, and exhaling all of the stuck, negative energy, trying to ‘push’ it out with your breath. Sometimes it felt a bit silly, but if it made you feel loads better, why not do it?

About twenty minutes pass before you slowly blink open your eyes, yawning quietly before going into child’s pose, stretching your back and hips after sitting for so long.

Lying down on your back on the mat, you stare up at the ceiling, feeling an overall sense of being okay. Your body feels good, your mind feels good, your stomach’s full of butterflies that make you smile and blush at the thought of seeing Harry in a bit.

Pulling yourself up with a grunt, you throw on a swim suit and a random pair of shorts, not caring to bring a real top. After applying a bit of sunscreen on your face and shoulders, you slide into your flip flops and fill up a water bottle before heading out the door.

Unlocking Sunflower, you sit on the edge of the side door while sliding on your scuffed white rollerskates with obnoxiously bright blue wheels. They were your pride and joys, and made you feel as if you were in a different time, enjoying the breeze on your cheeks as you skate towards your spot. The journey only took about 15 minutes, with minimal stumbles, so it was already turning out to be a great day.

Finally pulling up to the small lot, you squat down to pull of your skates, putting them behind a rock along with your socks and shorts. You shook your head as you sprinted towards the ocean, leaping into the freezing water. It was the only way you were able to get in, you were never one to wade slowly in. Swimming about half a mile out, the waves crash over you coolly, soothing your quickly warming body. It was going to be a hot day today, good to know. Treading water, you look at the coast, everything looking so small. You made sure to breathe in, capturing this exact moment in memory. The feeling of salty water on your skin, wet hair stuck to your neck and the slight burn in your arms, but this was it. This was pure bliss.

But, you’re also not insane, so after a bit you swim back to shore, spending about ten minutes doing handstands and flips before getting out, wringing out your hair on your way up the beach. Climbing up the pile of large rocks next to cliff, you lay on top of a relatively flat one, allowing your body to dry off for a little bit and give you a few extra moments of sun.

You always hated dusting off your feet for forever before getting back in your socks and skates, but rather that than get sand in them.

“Fuck, I really am killing it today,” you pant to yourself, definitely feeling a burning in your thighs as you start heading home, desperately wanting a shower and some chocolate.

Throwing your skates in Sunflower, you slam the door closed and trudge up the steps to the apartment, practically falling over as you enter the door.

Laura looks up from her phone, perched on the countertop eating a bowl of cereal.

“Look at you, sexy girl, how was the water?” She teases, handing you a banana from the counter immediately because she knows you need it.

“Good,” you sigh, taking a bite and moaning, leaning against the wall for a minute in silence.

“When’s your date with Harry again?” She asks, glancing at the clock.

Oh fuck.

The clock read 10:30.

“Okay, that’s not bad, I just need to get my ass in gear,” you convince yourself, throwing the banana away and grabbing a spoonful of peanut butter. You didn’t have time to make yourself anything else, plus you were eating with Harry soon anyways.

“You got this. Do I get to meet him?” Laura encourages, raising her thumbs at you.

You laugh and nod. “Absolutely, just don’t ask about his exes or I’m going to look crazy.”

“Got it, no exes. Get in the shower, you’re dripping everywhere!”

You run upstairs, yelling back, “I’ll clean it up,” as you head into your room, turning on Currents by Tame Impala to pump you up as you shower, quickly washing your hair and body, shaving the itty bitty stubble just in case.

Running some curl cream through your hair, you try and scrunch and dry your hair as fast as possible, which doesn’t really work, but at least you tried.

A bathrobe envelopes you as you sit down at your small vanity, starting on a little bit of makeup. Dabbing a bit of concealer on your undereyes and small blemishes, you keep it semi-natural with just bronzer, blush, and highlighter, admittedly a ton, but who’s to say. Brushing your brows out and filling in the ends a little darker, all that goes on your eyes is a brown eyeshadow and a beautiful gold pigment, then comes drenching your eyelashes in mascara.

You turn your attention back to your hair, thank god you were having extremely good luck today, because it fell perfectly, the layers framing your face so elegantly that you had to smile at your reflection. Self-love is a journey, and you were glad to be in a good space.

Checking your phone finally, you find a text from Harry, sent 2 hours ago. Whoops.

Good morning, Y/N, just wanted to make sure we’re still on for 12. Hope you slept well.

Well, it’s confirmed, you’re a completely asshole. It’s 11:15 and you still haven’t responded to a text about a date happening at NOON.

AHH IM SO SORRY hi harry ! i don’t check my phone for a while in the mornings, i’m the worst, i know. we definitely are still on, haha, noon still work for you ?

You throw your phone on your bed while you stare at your closet, trying to find a good outfit for today.

Eventually coming to a pair of high waisted white shorts that you got from your mom, thankfully having the same waistline as her in high school, and a light blue silk tank top with gold straps. Planning on wearing your black boots with the gold detailing, because, hey, it seems you’ve got to up your fashion game dealing with Harry, you place them next to your bedroom door before checking your phone.

You scared me for a minute, I was about to go eat a very sad lunch by myself. I’m going to start heading over, that alright by you?

You giggle quietly at his response, typing out,

sounds great :) i’m planning on wearing a pair of boots, should i bring sandals or anything ?

Woah, trying to outdress me?

He sends the next one moments later.

Just teasing, boots will be fine. We’re going to this cafe I really like.

of course i’m going to out dress you, who do you think i am ? and awesome !! see you in a bit !!

You grab a small black bag, putting your sunglasses case, gum, keys, wallet, chapstick, lighter, your dab pen (you never know), and a small rollerball perfume inside. Sliding in some gold hoops and placing your rings back on your fingers, you wiggle them a bit. They always look a bit naked without them on.

Putting on your boots, you head into the bathroom to brush your teeth once more before Harry arrives. But nope, the doorbell, rings as soon as you start brushing your molars.

“Shit,” you gasp, heading over to the door, toothbrush in hand.

You swing open the door and rush out, “Hey, Harry, I’ll be out in two seconds, come on in.”

Taking in his appearance, you grin at the white sunglasses pushed in his hair. Wearing a white t shirt, it’s tucked into a pair of blue pants that matches your shirt to a goddamn T, which you can’t help but laugh at as you walk away. Passing Laura in the hallway, you give her a look as she walks over to him.

Their conversation travels through your open door as you finish brushing your teeth.

“You must be Laura,” Harry starts, and you can just see him reaching his hand out.

“I am, it’s great to meet you,” she says, her smile bleeding into her voice.

“You have a beautiful home, so close to the beach too,” Harry compliments.

“Thank you, yeah, Y/N found this place forever ago and we’ve been living here since we moved out. My dad knew the landlord and they gave us a ridiculously low price for it, but I am not complaining.”

“Oh that’s sick, I’ve been in Malibu for just a bit, always kind of changing my location around LA and England.”

“That was what we thought we were going to do, but I definitely am glad we stayed here. Living in the city is fun and all, but it’s a lot, you know? We need our peace and quiet at home.”

You walk back out, purse and phone in hand, taking in their positioning. Laura’s sitting on a stool, cup of coffee in hand as Harry stands across from her, eyes on you as soon as you walked out.

“I’ll see you later,” you grin at Laura, sneaking another glance at Harry as you give her a quick hug.

“Okay, bye! Nice meeting you, Harry!” she smiles, and of course he replies with the same.

You close the door behind the two of you and he looks you up and down again, meeting your eyes and smiling.

“Hi,” you breathe out, his eyes capturing you immediately.

“Hi,” he whispers back, squeezing your exposed side. “You look really good, Y/N.”

You bite your lip to hide your smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling the fabric (but really just his muscles). His hands immediately go to cup your waist, not pulling you in, just holding you.

“So do you. Like the blue,” you grin, moving your hands down to his waistband.

“Proper matching, I’d say,” he cheekily smiles, thumbs feeling the edge of your shirt’s material along your ribs, your breath hitching slightly at his movement.

You’re the first to pull away, moving your hand to lace your fingers together, tugging him gently down the stairs. He follows after you, squeezing your hand with his and shaking his head, trying to mask his smile by twitching his nose.

That gorgeous being of a car is parked in front of your house, the color alone bringing a smile to your lips, but now the top was down, which was about to make this a lot more fun.

“God, Harry, I might have to steal this from you,” you sigh, arms crossed as you look up at him seriously.

He laughs loudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Maybe one day I’ll let you drive it,” He whispers, kissing the top of your head before pulling away and opening your door like nothing happened.

You stand there still for a moment before blinking and getting in, holding his hands on the door when he closes it. Turning your body, you lean out the door, placing your hands next to his as you whisper in his ear,

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Sliding your lips along his cheek as you pull away, you plop back into the chair, putting on your sunglasses and messing with your hair a bit.

Harry clears his throat before walking around the car, sliding into the driver’s side and starting the car.

“Do you want to play music?” He slowly asks, his tone sending shivers down your legs.

You perk up at this, nodding quickly and taking the aux cord from him.

“I’d love to. Have you heard of Tash Sultana? They released an EP a few years ago, their voice is incredible. They make all their own loops and play every instrument by themselves.”

Harry gives you a side eye, grinning as he says,

“That’s some pretty new music for you, princess.”

Your lips part slightly and Harry watches closely as your cheeks flush, licking the side of his mouth with a grin.

“Have I found a nickname you like, Y/N?” His voice has raised slightly, obvious excitement in his expression.

“Only sometimes,” you shrug, trying to play that off as cool as possible. “And yeah, my ex actually introduced me to their music.”

Harry raises his eyes at this, bringing a finger to his lips to hold his laugh in.

“Why the fuck did I say that?” Your hands go up to your face as Harry finally laughs at you, turning the volume down just a little to listen to you.

Sighing for a second, you pull your hands away before blurting out,

“I don’t want you to think that I’m lying to you about not knowing your music or you, because I do listen to stuff released now, obviously. I’m not a music snob or one of those too cool for school people because I absolutely blast SZA when I’m drunk and I’m starting to overthink and-“

Harry cuts you off by taking your jaw in his hand, turning your face towards him. Perfect timing, as always, pulling up to a red light right when he needs it.

“Hey,” he whispers with a smile, stroking your cheek. “I don’t think that you’re lying to me, and I understand. I was kind of a dick for saying all that right away to be honest, but I get it. I listen to mostly oldies too, if I really think about it.”

You exhale, looking up at him.

“Okay. I’m still going to freak out about it and make sure you know.”

He squeezes your jaw slightly, scrunching his nose.

“No,” he cutely protests, and you can’t help but giggle.

He smiles in return and lets your jaw go, hands going back to grip the wheel a little bit tighter

The two of you drive for a little bit, not really saying anything. You can’t help but dance in your seat to the beat, silently mouthing the lyrics to yourself. Harry keeps glancing over at you, too, grinning at the way you blush when he notices you doing it.

“How was your morning so far?” You start, just wanting to hear him talk.

He has to talk a little bit louder over the wind, but he’s happy to get the conversation started.

“Quite good actually. I’m going to Cabo in a couple weeks and was just getting some early packing in. Don’t you hate when you go somewhere and realize you forgot something like a toothbrush at home?”

“It’s the worst, I always end up having to go to a corner store and get something. What’s in Cabo?” You ask, already so amazed at his lifestyle.

“Friend of mine is having a birthday, so we’re there for a bit celebrating, going to be an amazing trip. Happy to be here, though,” he adds, eyes flicking to yours as he says it.

“I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

“What about you? How was your morning?”

“Really good. Sorry about not texting you back for so long, by the way. I just have this thing about using technology right after I wake up, it gives me pretty bad headaches so I go as long as I can without it unless I hear it ring. But it was super productive, I got a good breakfast and read in, meditated a bit, skated to the beach and went for a swim, then got ready for this.”

“You put me to shame, Y/N, you really do.” Harry laughs, running a hand through his hair.

“I just woke up in a really good mood. I can definitely be grumpy in the morning, I’ll tell you that,” you try to explain, scared of feeling too pretentious.

“Yeah? I can see you throwing a fit if someone wakes you up before you’re ready,” Harry nonchalantly says, looking at the rings on his fingers before checking your reaction.

Cheeks hot, you feel almost scolded by him, thankful for the large sunglasses on your face.

“You’re not wrong,” you finally agree, crossing your legs smoothly.

That doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry, reaching a hand down to rest on your thigh almost immediately. His large hand wraps around your skin, thumb immediately starting to go in small circles.

“I started meditating a few years ago but I absolutely love it, I feel like it allows you to start the morning off right.”

Taking a deep breath before answering, you nod and say,

“Completely agree. It still can feel a bit weird doing it when I’m in a mood or anything, but whether you believe in it or not, having all that negative energy in you without doing anything about it isn’t good for you.”

“You’re quite cute when you talk about things you like. Light up like a little sun,” Harry smirks, pulling his sunglasses up to look at you, the piece of gum in his teeth allowing his jawline to be even more prominent. You do the same, placing them in your lap as you uncross your legs, his hand staying on your left thigh as it goes back towards the seat.

“Yeah?” You don’t stop looking at him, watching his eyes flit between you and the road.

Harry hums before adding, “I think you know that though.”

“That I’m quite arguably the epitome of all things golden? Of course, but it’s always nice to hear.”

You make a noise of protest as Harry removes his thigh to make a left, while simultaneously laughing at you.

“You are absolutely golden, love, don’t you forget it.”

He pauses for a moment before starting again.

“I’m going to warn you right now that there might be some photos taken of you when we go in or leave, or fans coming to take pictures. If that bothers you-“

Cutting him off quickly, you sit up, shaking your head.

“I dressed cute for a reason, if it happens it happens. I’m going to be pissed if someone comes for my outfit though.” You giggle at yourself and grab Harry’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I know what I’m signing up for. You’re good.”

Squeezing back, he looks down at his lap for a moment before glancing back at you, eyes so sincere your heart clenches a little.

“Thank you. Just... need a little reminder sometimes too.”

Unlacing your fingers, you stick your pinkie out, swearing, “I promise that I will always remind you that you’re not going to cause me any problems, and I’m not going to do the same. You promise to always remind me I’m golden?”

“‘Course, love. Was gonna do that anyways,” Harry chuckles, intertwining your fingers, heartbeat going just a little bit faster.

He couldn’t explain it, didn’t want to admit it to himself even, but your presence made his world just a little bit brighter. He couldn’t get you out of his mind, your smile, giggle, and sweet-smelling perfume was all he could think about since last night. His brain was trying to come up with reasons why this was a bad idea, how you could be using him, you were going to break his heart and leave without a second glance. But one look at your face, those eyes looking at him with so much wonder, made him hate the part of himself looking for excuses. These feelings felt way too much, too fast, but all he knew was he wanted to call you his girl. His sweet Y/N.

Parking his car next to some trees, he runs over to open your door, helping you step out and shutting the door behind you, placing the cover on the car quickly. The two of you walk into the cafe in silence, arms swaying next to each other. You figured he wasn’t comfortable holding hands in public on the first date.

The atmosphere of the Beachwood Cafe was everything you could want in a coffee shop. Absolutely stunning artwork covering the walls, a checkerboard floor, fun colors splattered all over. Your face must show how excited you were because you feel Harry bump you, grinning down at you. You hum, smile on your cheeks as he holds your face in his hands for a second.

“Like it?” You nod happily at his question, following the waitress to your table, one in the furthest corner from the door.

“Can I start you off with some drinks?” She asks, setting menus in front of the two of you. Harry gestures for you to go first and you quirk an eyebrow before turning.

“Can I please get a large iced coffee with some honey? Thank you so much,” you add, looking Angie, her nametag reads, in the eye.

“And for you?”

“A large iced americano would be wonderful, thank you, love.” Flashing that award-winning smile at her, she writes down his order and heads back to the front.

“This place is really cute, Harry,” you gush. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

His chest tightens at your cute face looking at him from across the table, the amount of gratitude coming from you at all times filling him with light.

“‘Course, honey. You don’t have to thank me,” He earnestly tells you, placing his chin in his hand.

“I know, but I feel like I need to,” you trail off, looking at one of the names of the scrambles on the menu. Snapping your eyes back up to him, Harry can tell where you’re going with this.

“Please don’t,” he half-laughs, half begs.

“But it’s so easy,” you pout, grinning when he sighs and waves his hand for you to continue.

“Should I ask how strong the Weid scramble is going to hit?”

Groaning into his palm, Harry tries his hardest not to laugh, but can’t help one escaping when you kick him under the table.

“Satisfied?”

“Very,” you nod, looking over the menu once more. “Have you had the Thai noodle salad? That looks hella good.”

“It is ‘hella’ good,” Harry teases, using quotation marks in the air.

“Right then, love, what’re you getting?” You respond in a British accent, folding up your menu.

“Probably the Brussels sprouts salad, it’s my usual here.”

You open your mouth to say something before your drinks are placed in front of you, Angie asking if the two of you are ready to order. Harry goes ahead and orders for the two of you, delicately grabbing the menu from your hands to hand it back to her with a charming smile on his face. Watching her walk away, you grab your drink, lifting it for a cheers.

“To living,” you simply state, Harry repeating it with a look in his eyes you can’t quite name.

“So,” you start, adjusting your position in your seat for a second. “You said you’re writing for your second album, right?”

Harry nods, licking his lips as he pulls away from his glass, catching the way your eyes wander to his mouth.

“Sort of. I want to, you know, take a break, try and just have some fun, rather than jump straight into writing and recording again. At the same time, I really fucking miss it. Writing and being in the studio and getting all that out just feels so good.”

The way his accent wraps around his words makes it hard for you to focus on what he’s saying all the way, realizing he’s waiting on you to respond.

“I definitely think you could use some down time. But that also doesn’t mean you have to stop making music. Write out your ideas when they come to you, and when you feel like you’re ready, start pumping them all out. I’m willing to bet $100 that you already have at least a few songs under your belt, though, am I wrong?” You grin at the headshake Harry gives you, catching the blush on his cheeks. “I knew it! We all do, it’s impossible to just not write, but don’t worry about timelines or due dates. You can’t rush art.”

“God, it’s just so good to hear out loud, I feel like you already know me,” Harry shakes his head, pushing his hair away from his face with one hand.

“I’m pretty good at reading people, I’d like to say,” your arm raising above you as you stretch a little, tilting your head from side to side.

Seeing your neck arch and the way your veins move slightly under your skin causes Harry to have to clear his throat a little, taking a sip of his drink as he feels his forehead start to sweat.

“What kind of artists do you normally write for?” He blurts out, trying to figure out how to get to know more about you in a roundabout way.

“If you’re offering me a job, I’m walking out right now,” you warm, raising your eyebrows. “Kidding. I don’t know, really, I write for a lot of my friends, like I said, when they need help on some of their own projects, or if I’m hanging out in the studio I get pulled around the rooms for a different set of ears. Working with Khalid was one of my favorite experiences, though, he was so fucking cool.”

Harry’s eyes sparkle at this, perking up.

“Love Khalid. He is so talented, and hilarious. I swear, my stomach was aching after being with him for a little while. I only asked because I think I’m trying to figure you out a bit. I just wanna get to know ya,” He shrugs, fingertips tapping on his glass.

“I wish you good luck on that task, Harry, I really do. The first step in recovering is admitting you need help,” you solemnly nod, bursting out laughing when he rolls his eyes and ATTEMPTS to hide his smile.

Your food is placed in front of you suddenly, and you jump, glaring at Harry for smirking at your reaction. He couldn’t help it, you were like a little puppy, overexcited and always jumping from place to place. Harry starts eating right away, sending you a quizzical look when you sit with your hands in your lap, almost like you’re waiting for something.

“You going to start eating, honey?” He gently presses, snapping you out of wherever you went.

“Sorry,” you blush, grabbing your fork and shaking your head a little. “I don’t know what the fuck that was about.”

Fuck, yes you did, and Harry knew that. You were waiting for his permission, and that thought alone sent you into a daze. Closing your eyes around the fork, you fought off the urge to moan and tried to push the fact that he already holds so much control over you out of your head. Snapping them open, you find Harry’s eyes on you, the look in them dangerous. Clearing your throat, you whisper, “It’s really good,” which Harry responds with a simple hum, leaning forward on his elbows towards you.

“You tell me if this is too forward or too much, yeah?”

Your lips part as you nod your head, not really ready for what’s about to cross his lips.

“I’ve been noticing certain... things that you do and, well, are you a sub, darling?”

Your throat dries, unable to break eye contact or even speak, only nodding when he squints his eyes a little at you. Fuck, this was not happening, you thought, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Like to hear that pretty voice of yours, yeah?” Harry urges you, hands fighting off the urge to hold your jaw in his fingertips.

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a swig of coffee to think of something to say. “I’m going to assume you’re a dominant,” pausing to let Harry nod, jaw moving as he chews. You throw your hands up, leaning back in your seat.

“You are the complete package, Harry, shit.”

He laughs at this, covering his mouth quickly. “‘S’all you. A dream, really.”

Your heart flutters at this, shit, no, this is a FIRST date, you cannot be feeling like this. Taking a bite of your food, you are able to just sit back and look at him. Watch how he sticks his tongue out while he puts a bite in his mouth, something you’ve done since you were a kid for no reason. How his hands look almost sinful holding the white napkin to his lips.

“Staring at me, love,” he comments after a few minutes, his eyes looking at you sweetly, like he didn’t mind, but just needed to call you out.

“Merde, je veux te sucer,” you breathe out in French, banking on him not understanding you.

“Viliane,” Harry tuts, clicking his tongue at you. Before you’re able to answer, Harry is handing his card to the waitress who passed your table, asking for two boxes for your meals.

Your eyes snap to his, all the oxygen leaving your body as he brings your plate his side, getting ready to pack it up for you.

“W-Where?” Is all you manage, drinking the rest of your coffee, before setting it down on the table, a drop of honey falling down your lip. Harry can’t help but swipe it off with his thumb, slowly placing it in his mouth afterwards, not breaking eye contact, with you.

“I live nearby. That alright with you?”

Nodding slowly, you sit quietly in the booth as Angie comes back with the check and two boxes, legs bouncing excitedly as Harry packages the food up.

“Come on, lovely, let’s get out of here,” he tells you, holding you by your elbow as you walk outside, heading straight for the car. He doesn’t bother taking the top off, opening your door for you without a word and shutting it, almost sprinting to the driver’s side.

His hand finds your thigh immediately, rings shocking the delicate skin and making your muscles tense, his fingers quickly moving to massage out these aches.

“You wanna give me a safeword, pretty girl?” His voice drips with confidence, his hands moving closer to where you needed him most. His eyes keep flickering back to you while trying to focus on the road. His curls are a mess around his sunglasses, the brown hair swallowing up most of the eye ware. A pinch on your thigh reminds you that he expects an answer, shaking your body out slightly before answering.

“The stoplight system’s good. Green, I’m good, yellow, slow down or take a break, red, stop everything. What kind of dom are you, Harry?” You push, wanting to know what you’re getting yourself into. You had done a lot of kinky stuff in the past, and there were some things you weren’t a fan of.

“Mm, I’m relatively easy going. Not going to give you any rules, unless we’re playing and have a scene set up. But,” he pauses to exhale harshly, “I’m quite mean, love. I like to take control, pick you apart bit by bit until you’re just trembling under me, can’t say anything but my name. How does that sound, puppy? Tell me now how you like it.”

His voice sends shivers throughout your body and you moan quietly, biting your lip to try and stifle it. Harry’s words circle around your brain, your stomach tightening with need. All the air seems to escape you, but you know he wants an answer.

“G-good. I like it rough, dirty, just wanna please you,” you stutter out, chest rising and falling rapidly. You absent-mindedly rub your fingers against your neck, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe while thinking about what he’s saying.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he moans, removing his hand from your thigh to place it behind your neck, squeezing it in his grasp. He knows what you want, even if he’s driving, he’s able to pick up on any little signals your body makes. Your back arches as you let out a breathy moan, eyes slipping closed.

“Tell me, princess,” he starts, squeezing the side of your throat to make you open your eyes and pay attention to him. “What do you want to happen when we get back to my house? Don’t want to go too far too soon.”

“Fuck, Harry, I just really want to suck you off, please, please, please,” you beg, a tear actually falling from your eye as you look at him. His pupils dilate at your words, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly, mouth suddenly dry,

“Y/N,” he growls, reaching a hand to squeeze his growing bulge in his pants. His tanned hands and dark rings contrast the bright color, adding to your ever growing list of things that Harry does that turns you on.

The car pulls up to a gate and you sit there for a few seconds before Harry is buzzed in, probably driving way too fast back to his house. Parking in his driveway, he finally releases his hand from your neck and exits the car, making his way around to open your door. Holding your hand as you exit, he places his hand on your low back to guide you into the gorgeous home, the size of it taking your breath away. Harry gives you no time to admire it, shutting the door behind him with a slam before bringing his hand up your chest to rest on your throat, slamming you into the wall. He slips a leg in between yours and takes your hip in his free hand, guiding you to start grinding on his thigh. Your face flushes with heat as he tightens his grip.

“Know you wanna suck me off, but will you cum for me first? Don’t want this pretty cunt to go to waste.”

Your head rolls back and hits the wall, hips stuttering at his words, eliciting a chuckle from Harry as he leans in, breath hitting your lips before he envelopes them, encouraging you to start grinding faster. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, prying them open to lick into your mouth, your moans being instantly swallowed by him. Pulling away slowly, he maintains eye contact with you as he removes his hand from your throat to slip two fingers into your mouth. Feeling your wet mouth on him, sucking his fingers with such need, Harry groans lowly, removing his fingers to kiss you even harder, hands making quick work of removing your shorts.

“Such a naughty girl, can’t even wait to get to the bedroom, just has to have me feel you right here, hmm?” Harry scolds, removing his lips from yours to suck a mark into your neck, fingers moving to feel your wetness through the cloth underwear. Your hands wrap around his curls as you shakily inhale, resting your forehead on his to moan out lowly.

“Fuck, Harry,” you sigh, feeling him rub along your folds through the fabric, pushing it ever-so-slightly inside of you. His mouth pulls away from you with a pop, only to bite down on the red skin harshly, working his way up to your mouth once more. He bumps his nose against yours and opens his mouth to move his tongue past your lips. Your head is spinning, breath ragged as you suck his tongue with yours, feeling the vibrations in your mouth when he moans lowly, pulling a whimper from you.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees, pulling the thong down with him. You swallow at the change in pace and allow him to help you step out of them.

“Wanna take your boots off, sweet girl?” He checks, kissing your inner thigh softly as you lean fully against the wall. You think for a second, these were pretty comfortable, pretty solid grip, why not stay in them?

“‘S okay. Perfect height for you,” you breathe, bucking your hips up. He doesn’t even wait a second to smack your pussy, grabbing your thighs to spread you even wider.

“Filthy, you are,” he growls, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit, a gasp immediately falling from your lips. He looks up at you and grins, licking long stripes through your folds, almost like he’s trying to remember how you feel. He takes his time catching your wetness slowly, despite the little gasps and moans coming from you. Flicking his tongue over your clit for a second, he pulls back to blow cool air on it, the motion causing your legs to falter for a second.

“Gotta stay still, okay? Can’t have you falling over,” he spits directly on your core as he says this, looking up at you with his jaw hanging slightly open, loving the way your hands go to your hair to find something to grab on. He smirks to himself, licking into you while his hands find your hips, pinching the delicate skin between his fingertips. He collects as much of you and his spit on his tongue as he can, swallowing around your clit after he sucks it into his mouth. The suction makes your hips fight to buck up into him, but you use all of your strength to stay still, causing your thighs to start quivering in his palms. Harry grins and scrapes his teeth along your clit, your loud moan going directly to his quickly hardening cock.

“Taste so fucking good, angel,” he groans, nose rubbing against your clit as he fucks his tongue into you, the soft muscle dragging along your walls and guiding your wetness into his mouth. The sounds coming from him are obscene, loud slurping, sucking, and spitting onto your trembling pussy.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m not going to last,” you cry out, feeling yourself start to clench around him. He grins around you, pulling away to thumb at your clit and look directly into your eyes.

“Mm, that’s not how good girls ask,” is all Harry gives you, slipping a finger inside and immediately curling it towards himself, finding your g-spot with ease. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly while his tongue draws designs on the sensitive button.

“Please, Sir, can I come?”

This has Harry moaning against you, pinching your clit between his teeth as he slides another finger in, fucking into you faster. Your eyes roll back, one hand splayed against the wall, another in his hair to give you some sort of balance. He relentless massages and thrusts into your g-spot with his fingers, feeling you clench around them so tightly that his head starts to spin. “That’s it, puppy, ask me again,” he demands, the title you gave him sending shivers throughout his body. He sucks harder on your clit, somehow speeding up his fingers inside you. A moan vibrates against your center when you pull on his curls, your hips bucking up against his waiting hand.

“Sir, please please please can I come? I’ve been so good, haven’t moved,” you beg, gasping loudly when your legs start to shake noticeably. Harry pulls away, looking up at you and grunting out,

“You have been such a good girl, haven’t you? Go. Cum, now, right fucking now on my tongue.” A loud slapping noise is heard when Harry smacks your ass, the pain sending you over the edge. Your head hits the wall with a thud, but your moan drowns everything out, the guttural sound coming from your soul. Tilting your head back, you cum into his mouth, one leg slipping out from under you and Harry places it on his shoulder without a second thought, holding you up as you ride out your orgasm. The tightness in your stomach releases and your pussy trembles around his fingers, only encouraging him to continue the constant pressure on your g-spot.The strength of it knocks the wind out of you and sends electricity throughout your finger tips, your hips slowing down their rocking motion as Harry eases his fingers out of you. He continues to lick you clean before placing your shaky legs back on the ground together, trailing his hands up your body as he stands up.

“Thank you,” you breathe into his chest, holding on to his hips for balance. His chuckle vibrates against your cheek, and you feel him move your hair out of the way to kiss your shoulder.

“Of course, lovely. How you feeling?” He is all smiles, his voice gentle and caring as he breathes in your smell, leaving small kisses along your neck.

“G-good,” you stutter out, nudging his head to make eye contact with you. He pulls away after a second, one arm going around your waist when he notices how you’re practically falling over with how shaky your legs are. Smirking, he places his other hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue was too much for you, whining into his mouth before pulling away.

“Can I suck you off now?” You ask shyly, using your best puppy dog eyes. And, wow, do they work. Harry groans, biting your bottom lip harshly before pulling away, not wasting a second before pushing down on your shoulders. You topple to the ground easily, landing surprisingly softly (thanks to Harry’s expert hands), on the hardwood floor. After helping him remove your shirt, you place your hands behind your back immediately and tuck your chin down, grinning to yourself when you hear the moan Harry let’s out at your position.

“Spoiled little girl. Gets everything and more that she asks for, hmm, yes?” Harry demands, tugging your chin up by his hands. His eyes are pointed, staring directly into yours, pupils blown out and hair a mess behind him. You can see the pieces stuck to his forehead from sweat, but his chin glistens with something that has to be you.

“Yes, sir, so good to me. Wanna make you feel good, please,” you beg, leaning closer into him, the difference in clothing setting you into a daze, seeing him fully dressed while you’re waiting on your knees in front of him, naked, panting, and pleading to have his cock down your throat.

“Greedy,” he sighs, taking his hand away from your face to slide off his shirt, tossing it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He keeps his eyes trained on yours, daring you to avert them as he unzips his pants, stepping out of them. He looks away for a second to pull of his boots, and you take your time admiring his thighs, because, fuck. They were thick, muscled, tanned, and the little tattoos on them were asking to be bitten, you made a mental note to do that later.

“Got a bit of a staring problem, love.”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of your daydream, eyes flickering back up to him, mouth dropping open when he’s bare in front of you, slowly stroking himself. You involuntarily make a little noise in the back of your throat, sticking your tongue out for good measure. Seeing Harry’s hips thrust up into his hand and his neck vein pop was confirmation enough for you, but you waited for him to put himself in your mouth, absolute torture you must say.

Harry finally takes mercy on you, moaning out, “God, you’re such a little cockslut, just want something in that fucking mouth of yours. Bet I could leave my fingers in there all day and you wouldn’t complain once,” when he eases himself into your open mouth.

You flatten your tongue on the underside of him, not breaking eye contact as you slide off his cock to lick at his tip with feather light touches, drawing figure eights along the top. Suckling lightly on just the head, you feel a spurt of precum land on your tongue, licking it up happily. Tearing your eyes away from his, you open up your throat to begin taking him deeper, feeling his hand immediately come to your hair as you do this.

“Yes,” Harry draws out, allowing you to take control for a moment. You wanted to suck him off, so who is he to tell you how to do it? The view is what is killing him the most, though. Your tits bouncing as you slurp him down, spit falling onto your thighs, your little bit of stomach pudge falling over as you completely lose yourself in making him feel good. That is what gets him to buck into your mouth, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip, breathing heavily as he begins to thrust into you. You pull away after a moment, jerking him off steadily as you swallow and look up at him.

“You can fuck my throat. Don’t have much of a gag reflex, anyways. Wanna see how you like it, Sir,” you pant, not giving him any time to think before you take him back into your mouth, placing your hand on the wrist that’s in your hair, giving him another okay.

“God, Y/N, you’re heavenly,” Harry breathes, testing out the waters by doing some shallow thrusts, only then beginning to actually throat-fuck you. He places his other hand around your neck, essentially pulling you into his throat and choking you from both ways. Your eyes roll into the back of your throat and you place your nose against his belly, breathing in deeply. Harry pulls himself out of you, rubbing his cock against your cheeks.

“Feel so good,” he draws out, easing himself back into your waiting mouth, rubbing the head on the ridges on the roof of your mouth. He moans through closed lips and tilts his head back, giving you the chance to admire his strong jawline from this angle, body sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. He had no room to call you all these beautiful names while he looked this fucking good getting his cock sucked.

You start speeding up your bobs, keeping him deep in your throat and only picking up a little, the change in pressure earning you a tug on your roots when Harry pulls you to look up at him.

“Mm, you want me to cum, don’t you, dirty girl,” he grunts, a lazy grin on his now flushed face. His thumbs make their way to press on either side of your cheek, moaning lowly when he feels himself through the tissue.

You hum around him, using your tongue along the vein you can feel, looking up at Harry with such need in your eyes. You pull off for a quick second, gasping loudly while saying,

“Want you to come in my mouth so bad, want to taste you and make you feel as good as you made me,” Taking him back in your mouth and sucking him off with a vice-like grip.

“Fuck,” Harry half-laughs, half-moans. “You’re incredible. Gonna make me come so fast, you’re taking me so fucking deep.”

Not even a minute later, you feel him begin to pulse in your mouth, pulling back to just suck on the head, using your tongue to dip into the hole, and Harry cums with a loud shout, burying his cock down your throat as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of come into you. You keep your eyes at his face, remembering how his mouth looks wide open, his eyes pinched closed, hair making a perfect halo around him. His throat makes you want to cry, the veins popping out and slightly red. He stays in your mouth for a while, allowing you to suck him dry and soften slightly, before pulling out of you with a pop.

“Thank you,” you croak out, swallowing what’s left in your mouth and leaning into his touch, quite spent if you were being honest.

Harry had to look away for a second, moving his hand to hold your head while he caught his breath. You were right about being golden, your skin shone, and you just radiated everything good in this world, right after he had his cock balls deep down your throat nonetheless.

“You’re too much, beauty. Thank you, did such a good job,” he gushes, kneeling down. He takes your chin inbetween his fingers and kisses you softly, just barely moving his lips. He leans his forehead against yours and wipes your lip with his thumb, allowing you to suck the bit of cum still on your face off with a blush tinting your cheeks.

“Reminds me of this morning, a bit,” he giggles, laughing louder as you hit him in the chest, grumbling ‘dumb’. He pushes your hair out of the way and holds your face in his two hands, effectively shutting you up as you breathe in deeply, feeling strangely comfortable being this vulnerable with him this fast.

“Do you wanna take a bath with me right now? Know you were on shaky legs and this hard floor for a while,” he pouts, kissing your forehead softly. You nod slowly and he smiles, nodding against you before pulling away to unzip your shoes, placing them next to the wall before he’s picking you up with way too much ease, pulling a shriek from you.

“‘Sorry, love, your poor legs okay?” he asks, holding you to his chest with one arm, using the other to hold your thigh. He receives another nod to the shoulder and he nuzzles you, trying to see what’s happening.

“I’m okay, just tired,” you sigh, and he murmurs an ‘okay’ kissing your temple before allowing you to sink back onto him, making a mental note to ask you about it once you’ve got your breath back.

“Why don’t you go turn on that shower and wash yourself real quick with some warm water and I’ll have the bath ready when I join you, that okay?” Harry whispers, sliding you down slowly. He pushes you toward the large glass door and you smile back at him, your heart bursting with appreciation.

This one is going to change you.

A/N: and that’s a wrap !! lemme know if you guys prefer this kind of phrasing (‘you said’), or if you like ‘she said’, or ‘i said’ better. this is my first time working with a full story using y/n and second/third person kind of view, so pls bear with me. also !! i know some people aren’t really cool with weed. im a ~stoner~ (such a weird thing to type out lmao) so i smoke a lot, but if y’all aren’t comfortabke with me mentioning it p much every other chapter, let me know !! (it can even be anonymously sent in) hope you liked it, and let me know if you have any other requests for future chapters or just one shots💗💗

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help | c.h.

Calum finds that navigating parenthood on his own can be hard but his friends will always be there to help. Based on the prompts: “you’re not alone”, “thank you, for everything” and “dance with me”.

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Nights that were once peaceful and curtained in a familial bliss became a struggle. Calum and his kids usual nighttime routines were flipped upside down the day his partner and their mother walked out of the door. Only a month had passed and the toll it was taking was weighing heavy on the broken family. What once was bedtime stories and being tucked in extra tight with giggles and good night’s became late nights with heartache and questions with no answers. Calum’s son Declan was only three and fighting to try and find a semblance of understanding to something inexplicable. He didn’t want to go to bed; he was scared that Calum may not be there when he woke up. No matter how many times Calum promised he wouldn’t leave Declan’s trust and hope was already shattered by someone who’d made and broken those same promises. And with his one year old daughter Addie in his arms the fight felt futile. Declan was strong willed and heartbroken. Calum hurt for him, for Addie and for all of the relationships tattered in the fray.

Calum was exhausted. Dark circles painted themselves under his dulled eyes and languid motions accompanied him through long days. Declan was back at preschool after a couple of weeks staying home. But Addie was with Calum day in and day out. Daycare was an option but with a heart that hurt and a yearning need to keep his kids close Calum chose to keep Addie with him. At least for a little while longer. The band was in stride, working on a new album though the prospect of touring with Calum’s new situation was looking fragile. He’d bring Addie to the studio and writing sessions; his band mates always welcomed her with open arms and suggestions that they could look after her for a while—if Calum needed a moment for himself. He’d yet to do so, always powered through the exhaustion and hurt. Always kept her and Declan as close as possible. Tried to stay strong for all of them.

That strength was beginning to crumble; his resilience was breaking and sheer exhaustion was winning. One night felt heavier than most. Late hours were filled with more tears and questions than ever before. It was nearly one in the morning when Calum finally picked up his phone. He was hesitant; not wanting to wake Ashton or his family at such an hour, but with Declan in hysterics and Addie unable to sleep, he felt he couldn’t handle it alone. Not tonight. He swallowed his pride and dialed, it rang only once and he didn’t have to say anything more than a cracked hello before Ashton told him he’d be over in a minute. Living so close by lent truth to Ashton’s words but even a minute felt like a lifetime. It took all of the strength left in Calum to pick himself up off of the couch with Addie in his arms and Declan trailing him to get the door. An instant sense of relief washed through him when Ashton pushed his way through and began taking control of a situation Calum nearly felt helpless and hopeless in.

“Declan,” Ashton began, his stern fatherly voice taking hold. Usually it was reserved for when one of his flock ran a little too wild. But this time there was a presence of softness and understanding. “You need to go to bed.”

Declan, with tears still in his eyes and a staunch stubbornness innate within him, simply said no. It wasn’t funny; the nights of no’s and tears were heavy and becoming a problem. But the dry laugh that spilled out of Calum may have indicated otherwise. If it weren’t for the tilt of Ashton’s head at the simple word of defiance or the way his jaw went slack, laughter wouldn’t have been his first response. Calum could only watch the rest of the exchange as he gently bounced a stirring Addie, hoping it might lull her.

“No?” Ashton asked as he bent down, one knee hitting the tile floor and hands settling on his other leg. Declan stayed contrite in his answer with crossed arms. “Why?”

Declan merely shook his head and planted himself firmly at Calum’s side. A few minutes of bargaining and begging ensued, a small bribe and an eventual agreement got Declan’s hold off of Calum and scooped into Ashton’s arms instead. Calum felt a pang as Ashton walked off with Declan, a tightness in his chest that ached and wondered if he was doing the right thing; if he was doing right by his kids and handling everything well. Through the pain and doubt a small noise cut through, Addie’s giggle settling his worries as he looked at her in all of her innocence and love. She stared back at Calum, now more awake than ever, brown eyes big and small curls wild as another little laugh escaped her.

“What’s so funny, little lady?”

Calum wasn’t expecting her to answer and was startled when Ashton’s voice rang out instead. “He knocked out as soon as I turned the lights off.”

“Good,” Calum notes; unsure how Ashton even managed to get him so far as into bed. Most nights Calum couldn’t get him down the hallway and usually ended up with Declan restless in his bed for the night. “He’s overtired. Needs to get some sleep.”

“And so do you,” Ashton quipped with a raised eyebrow and gesture to hand Addie off to him.

Calum quickly shook his head and held her just a bit closer. “It’s okay, I can get her to sleep.”

“She’s wide awake and you’re half asleep on your feet.”

Calum considered that for a moment. Felt the weight of Addie in his tired arms, the weakness in his knees and the gentle sway of his body begging him to rest. He ran his fingers gently through her curls and gave her one last kiss before reluctantly letting Ashton take over. He wasn’t sure how he managed to bring himself to bed, always noting the absence of another on the left, or how he fell asleep when his life was spiraling out of control. But when morning came and the house was silent Calum realized he hadn’t slept so well in weeks. Panic cut through him when blurry numbers on the clock came into view. A blinking ten am stared back at him and prompted him to jump up and rush to the living room. He caught his breath and a subtle wind of confusion when he saw Luke on the couch, coddling Addie.

“Where’s Declan?” Calum asked abruptly and tacked on, “and Ashton?”

Luke turned to face Calum and then shot his eyes towards the front door. “Ash brought him to preschool. Said he was gonna get you some groceries after. Called me for backup with Addie. She had breakfast and helped me do the dishes.”

Calum relaxed. All the tension he had been holding inside began to ease at the help from his friends. The kitchen was cleaned from its once perilous state of dishes stacked in the sink and food cluttering the countertops. Calum sighed, shook his head and felt his heart drop. He hadn’t meant for their world to be spun so far into chaos. He had been trying to keep his head above water and his kids afloat for weeks. Last night they sank.

“I’m sorry,” Calum whispered as he joined Luke and Addie on the couch. “I’m sorry you guys got pulled into all of this. I should be doing better on my own.”

Luke scoffed, eyebrows knitting together and an incredulous look capturing his eyes. He shifted, moving to better face Calum and keep Addie comfortable in his hold. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You don’t have to be sorry for needing help. We love you and the kids, we’re gonna be here for you whether you like it or not.”

A dry laugh escaped Calum and an appreciative head nod followed.

“Besides, I don’t think I’m ever letting go of Addie,” Luke continued and gave her a small squeeze. “She’s mine now.”

Calum shook his head and reached his arms out. “Luke, give me my baby.”

Luke grinned then scrunched up his nose as he looked at the sleeping baby in his arms. “No, maybe later.”

Calum could only laugh at the exchange and found himself feeling much lighter by the time Ashton was walking through the door with bags of groceries in his grasp. When all was put away and Addie was put down for a proper nap—Luke being very reluctant to let go—Calum took a moment to express his appreciation.

“Thank you guys, for everything. I don’t—I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“You won’t have to,” Ashton reaffirmed Luke’s earlier sentiment. “We’ve got you. Why don’t you go get some extra rest. Mike’s gonna pick Declan up from school and bring him to dance practice—we’ll have a big family dinner tonight. You don’t have to do a thing.”

Calum nodded as he realized how much he missed the company of his friends and their families. That they truly were all one big family. His kids would always have him and the extra love of their extended family. He came back to the surface in a gentle float as he reminded himself he’d never have to go through anything alone—all he had to do was ask for help.

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sadwentz · 4 years

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prank gone wrong (no clickbait)

pairing: amajiki tamaki x reader warnings: angst, swearing, cheating. word count: 1.1k a/n: im so sorry for this bad WRITING AND TAMAKI OOC BUT I D C,,,, !!!! please forgive mirio >:(((

“Nejire, this is going to be the best prank ever.” You said smiling mischievously, the girl grinned, helping you gather your things that were scattered around the floor.

April fools was one of your favorite days, pulling pranks on your friends and classmates was something so wholesome for you and your playful personality. You and your best friend Nejire Hado were planning a prank for you to pull on your boyfriend.

You started dating Tamaki Amajiki since the second year of U.A., now you were on your third year, almost graduating, nearly becoming a very successful couple pro-heroes. Your relationship with the boy was amazing, you confessed first because he was too shy to do something about it, he said yes to be your boyfriend almost immediately, making you the happiest person alive at that time.

So yeah, the next day you were there, hiding in his closet, with a confetti canon on hand and all your nervous feelings on the other. You excused yourself after your last class was finished, saying you had a headache but Tamaki insisted on going with you to the dorms, “Don’t worry about me, Tama, we can hang later.” He nodded confusedly and you ran to prepare your prank without further explanation. You sneaked on his room, knowing he would hang out with Mirio for a few minutes until coming back to his room and then probably to check on you.

Ten minutes went by, no one came through the door.

Twenty minutes passed, still no one.

When you’re the clock on your phone hit thirty minutes since you were hiding in Tamaki’s closet, you walked out, defeated.

You closed the door with a slam, letting the brutal force from your quirk manifest unintentionally with the weak door of your boyfriend’s room. The loud steps you were making could be heard on the whole floor of the dorm building. You opened the door of your room with a kick and left all your prank items on the bed, then smashed your own door to go and look for Tamaki yourself.

“Have you seen Tamaki?” Nejire shook her head, frowning. “The last time I saw him was on the classroom, he left with Mirio.”

“He didn’t came near his room in thirty minutes,” You said annoyed, you could see the pity look on her eyes for some reason. “I’m going to Mirio’s room, don’t wait for me.”

You stomped your way to the blond boy’s room; you never nocked the door of your boyfriend and friend’s room and that was… a bad habit.

The sight of Mirio Togata’s body on top of your boyfriend was not good news for you, at all.

They didn’t noticed you standing on the semi open door, they keep making out and touching each other’s body to peek to look who was watching them. You froze, how Tamaki was doing this to you? Your mind wandered to every time you weren’t a good girlfriend to him, recalling every time you got mad about something so little, giving him the necessity to go to another person’s arms. Maybe you weren’t giving him the proper attention he required, maybe you just weren’t enough for the amazing boy you were dating, maybe this was all your fault.

You let out a breath you didn’t knew you were holding, the two heads snapped in your direction making eye contact with both, they separated immediately.

“Well, is this an april’s fool?” The door closed behind your back, Tamaki tried to fix his shirt and Mirio just glared you.

“B-bunny?” Tamaki stuttered, for the first time in that evening, you felt pain in the chest. You crossed your arms in a defensive position.

“Y/N…” Mirio sighed. The audacity he had was just beyond imagination.

“Shut the fuck up, Mirio.” You barked; he closed his mouth.

“Bunny, its n-not his fault…”

“You’re right, it’s not his fault, it’s yours.” You smiled sadly as his eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. “I don’t remember breaking up with you or being okay with you seeing people behind me.”

He looked away, Mirio kept looking at you. “What the actual fuck you have to say? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“You didn’t treat him right, so came for me to do your job.” Tamaki gasped, hiding his face behind his hands.

“Mirio, stop.” He whispered, looking through his fingers only to see the hurt on your face, making him hide again.

You couldn’t believe that statement, you tried to do everything right for the wellbeing of the nervous-self Tamaki was. They both saw you how you froze thinking of all the situation you caused to arrive to this, getting to the point of being at the beginning of a nervous breakdown in front of them.

“You’re useless for him, he needs someone who really cares about him.”

“So I know you did say I shouldn’t wait for you but-“ Nejire stepped inside of the room, pushing you closer to the bed, she noticed you were shaking. “What is happening?”

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You finally graduated, with lower grades that you intended but you passed.

Debuting as pro-hero alone was harder than you thought, but you did it and your parents were proud of you. You thanked them for everything they did for you on you high school days (and whole life) and moved out of their house.

Your whole relationship with Tamaki went to the trash the day you found him making out with Mirio, after that you couldn’t brought yourself to look them in the eye anymore so you cut ties with the both of them and didn’t look back. Every night since graduation you would get a message from him, you never answered any of them. You couldn’t block him, you just couldn’t.

Nejire left your one-bedroom apartment and you fell on your bed, exhausted from a long day of work on your new agency, working as sidekick of Fatgum for your incredible strength quirk. You were going to plug you phone on the charger when a name on your phone screen made you jolt.

You stared at the device, breathing slowly.

“What do you want?”

“B-bunny, I,” He stuttered and breathed harder than you, you shivered at his words, “It’s, 2 am, I know that, Im so sorry, but I need miss you… no, I need you.” You winced.

“Stop, I’m sorry,” You sniffled, “but I can’t go to you anymore, you know that.”

“Please bunny, you know how sorry I am s-since the… incident.” He whispered the last part; you furrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“Who are you talking to, Tama?” You felt your heart shatter again when you heard that voice, then Tamaki whispered something you couldn’t hear clearly.

“Goodbye, Amajiki. Don’t call me again.”

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yyxgin · 3 years

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as quick as love alarm was progressing compared to other dramas i’ve seen (usually wait ten eps for the first kiss and that’s it) it still seemed,, idk important for the story? n e way.

meteor garden is insanely messy like in the final episode daoming si just mentions everything dong shancai did that makes her so amazing and i honestly forgot they even did some of their things 😳 at one point they went to london and filmed in china town and i was just like ‘oh. i know that place’ and didn’t clock after that 😭

I GOT PEN ON THE BACK OF IT IM SO MAD AT MYSELF ✋✋✋✋✋ but come find me anyway lmao i got a changbin & minho film strip 🤪 can’t have anything nice around here and i learned my lesson the hard way.

i went through a phase when whenever i watched english tv i was like ‘why does this make sense without subs..’ and would be like squinting at the screen until it occurred to me that it was in english.

oh bruh i remember making a bank account the second summer bc my employer was like why tf do you not have a bank account ,, yeesh people had been paying by card for meals and stuff and not cash like the year before. so i made one and then she paid me in cash bc people started paying w cash 😐😑😐😑 i waitress so even though i get anxious about other things, i’m comfortable about waitressing so i am super nice to everyone. i am the designated person who orders for everyone (as long as you point at what you want in case i can’t remember everything i will say it). i know how important it is to be articulated to your server bc if they f up you get mad and they get mad bc ur mad and the chef gets mad bc the server f-ed up and the chef has to cook again and it’s a never ending circle of wishing you’d just gone somewhere else and i hate that. i also get mad at my fam when we go out bc the last time we went out (literally like two years ago now bc covid) there was a guy serving at this place we’re fairly frequent at and i was like maybe he’s training don’t be so mad at him for forgetting things just gently remind him! don’t cuss him out behind his back! there’s so much pressure about not pissing off your colleagues bc there’s a groove they’ve got and you’re just there not wanting to ruin it whilst also meeting customers needs!!

ive been waiting to pass my drivers test for over a year now bc covid has pushed it back and back and back again 😐 i finally get my next test date and i have to ask a different instructor for their car bc my instructor is on annual leave when my test is scheduled. i’m holding it together so i can ask an instructor, buy a car and yeet. the bus is okay but i need my own space sometimes.

i am good w my money im the jungkook of the working class. if there are pots and pans on the go i will take them. free food? count me in. i do have that broke b*tch mindset. although i don’t buy $300 white tshirts i will spend $200 on a day out 😃 and sis,, buy whichever one you like bc of the concept!! it’s always fun seeing the posters (personally i don’t put them up bc how am i gonna have sir johnny suh STARING at me while i get changed,, no THANK YOU) i’ll cry if i ever pull a yuta card bc he looks ✨spicy✨ in all of them.

i think i get what you’re saying about gg’s! boy groups have a wider range. eg, haechan hits those high notes and jeno/mark rap/sing quite low but girl groups can’t. unfortunately i feel like they rely on visuals heavier bc they don’t have the same range bg’s do. itzy are good!! i personally haven’t listen to a lot/watched a lot of their mv’s. i’m more into red velvet for their mv’s. im terrible at watching content so i am slowly working through bts’ content, monsta x’s content and ocassionally nct’s content. im gonna work on mamamoo next 🤞fake fans unite 😔✊✨

it’s so easy to feel invisible here. don’t worry. i’m here to brighten your day! much like a sunflower ~ 🌻

I cant really speak about the importance of the kiss in love alarm since i didnt watch more than the first ep, but i will trust you if you really say so ?? 😳 I WANNA WATCH METEOR GARDEN JUST FOR THE DRAMA DHSNSK

dude dont fucking test me i WILL find your address and i WILL visit you in your sleep and steal all your kpop stuff. MINHO FILM STRIP ??????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

i still watch english things w eng subtitles sometimes bc my first language isn't english so just in case i dont hear something i can always read it you know djsksk

this is my first job so i didnt have to have bank account before but now that i have it i feel very adult😩✋i am so old. i dont like it.

oh no i hate people that arent polite to waitresses like they are just doing their job and its so hard and stressful and i dont want to make their life harder so im just really anxious abt everything in my life ever.

i'm rooting for you on your driving test !! lets hope you make it after such a long time <3

JUNGKOOK OF THE WORKING CLASS NO- thats actually me. also free samples. give me all of them. also i think its completely justified to spend so much on a night out since its for the memories !! #yolo am i right

I AM SO TEMPTED TO ORDER THE ALBUM NOW 😭💔😭 i actually have my posters on my closet and i change inside the actual closet at all times bc me and my brother share a room, so no one's looking at me thankfully haha. well, i do have bts pics on the warderobe next to my bed as well so they watch me sleep every night but we dont talk about that. YUTA CARD i would cry. he for sure does look spicy half the time of his life.

i dont know that many rv songs (the audacity, i know) but seulgi... ah. i watched the sm new years concert and when she appeared i couldnt keep my eyes off her. i should really listen to more of their songs so if u have any recs i am all ears

thank you for brightening up my day sunflower ily mwah😔❤

#lowkey wanted to apologise for replying late again but like that would be annoying #💌ask #🌻 anon

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totheendofthelinepal · 4 years

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TRY ME (PART FIVE)

Summary: You couldn’t stand Bucky Barnes, but as a part of the Avengers - You had no choice but to tolerate him. Until one day, mission gone ary - you realize that something else sparks between the two of you, in the most unexpected way.

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Swearing, Violence

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Bucky Barnes

121 days.

4 months.

Your wound was now a soft pink scar, you healed quickly. But another problem resided. Bucky. It was back at square one. The past few months, started out fine. He was careful, almost too careful around you. At first it was sweet, endearing almost. But once Bucky interfered, calling out that you weren’t ready to get back into the groove of physical training, you became slightly irritated. First it was in the training room, once the physician gave you the clear to begin fight training again, Bucky refused to work with you. Then, it was time that you got back into missions with the team. He would call you out. The rest of the team kept quiet. It all became too much for you, and it all blew up. Remembering the night, it made you cringe. He was screaming at you, and you at him. The both of you forgetting just how good it used to be. Now you could barely stand to look at him again. After that night, the fight that ripped you two apart, Bucky hadn’t said one word to you. That was 2 months ago. You worked mainly with Natasha these days, only quiet exchanges was all you had. You woke up, you did your work, you showered, you went to bed. That was it. You knew that this would happen, deep down. There’s always someone who disappoints you.

The night was no different than your normal routine, you went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Your eyes drifted to the pantry, your mind and body remembering Bucky. You could almost hear the sounds the both of you made that morning, the food falling around you. You swallowed hard, realizing just how much you missed being close to him. Your mind continued, until you heard a high pitched laugh you didn’t recognize. You turned to see Bucky and a blonde woman walking through the door. He stopped in his tracks, and your eyes instantly went to her hand. It was wrapped tightly around his arm. You couldn’t take your eyes away. Bucky coughed, motioning the girl to follow him to his room. Your heart sank, feeling like it hit the floor. Anger took over you as you slammed the cupboard in front of you, causing Steve to rush through the entry way.

“Sorry.” You practically hissed.

“Whats wrong?” He looked to you, clearly taking note your expression.

“Oh nothing…totally fine. Why don’t you ask the leggy blonde how she’s doing? oh she’s got it good right about now. She gets to have sex with the winter soldier.” You screamed out the last sentence.

Steve’s hand flew to your mouth, and you couldn’t help but form tears in your eyes.

“Come on, lets go.” He quietly said, ushering you out of the kitchen.

As Steve sat across from you, you let the tears fall silently. You tapped your leg, trying to distract yourself of what could have been happening in his room.

“Y/N.” Steve sighed leaning forward.

“He’s such an asshole.” You choked out, wiping your eyes.

“Its been…two months, theres not too much you can do.” Steve grabbed your knee softly.

You now noticed Nat walking in the room, her eyes sympathetic. She leaned down in front of you, smiling softly as she rubbed your back. You were thankful the both of them were here.

“I can’t believe Im going to say this, but next week we’re heading to a Hydra base. Im going to pair off you and Buck. You need to work this out.” Steve huffed, crossing his arms.

“Steve. No.” You choked out again.

“I’ll be with the two of you…just- You need to work this out.” He gave you his stern look, letting you know it wasn’t a discussion.

Next week came sooner than you thought, and as the team followed their orders, Bucky was still quiet. The three of you walked throughout the building, only footsteps filling the air. Steve sighed, signaling to the beat up door ahead of you. You fashioned your gun, Bucky’s eyes drifted to you and then quickly back to the door.

“Ready?” Steve sighed.

“We’ve got a signal of 10 operatives.” Nat’s voice spoke over the com.

“Got it covered.” You replied.

“I think Steve and I can handle this.” Bucky finally spoke, a small expression of worry across his face.

“Really with this, again?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“You were shot.” Bucky snapped.

“I’m recovered, Bucky. Im not a goddamn plush toy. I can take a hit.” You kicked the door open.

Before he could argue, he followed you through the door. You turned to see Steve behind, standing by the door. Confused, you carried on. Then something happened, it was like nothing had happened between you and Bucky, like no time had passed. The smoothness radiated as the two of you worked effortlessly to take out the men. You threw a kick to the air, as the men before you fell harshly to the ground. Bucky quickly behind you, grabbing whatever he needed from your combat suit. He returned the favor by passing his gun whenever you needed. Ten minutes later, the both of you stood over the bodies. You said nothing, only your breathing was the noise that filled the room. You both walked forward, back to Steve, his mouth hung open.

“What?” you huffed.

“Just- I’ve never seen you two fight together. That was incredible.” He blinked, clearly astonished.

Bucky was quiet, looking to you. You walked away, trying not to let him see the heartbreak across your face.

You knew that if you looked into those beautiful bright blue eyes, it would all be over.

The next mission was even worse, as Steve paired the two of you by yourselves this time. The only time you spoke was short, quick commands. Your mind drifted back to the time where the both you were taking these moments to sneak away. You sighed out loud, walking beside the man you once cared for, now nothingness resided between you.

“Looks like this floor is clear.” Bucky remarked.

“Great.” You couldn’t help but let sarcasm peek through.

“Now what is it? Don’t like the way I’m breathing?” He crossed his arms, annoyed by your attitude.

“You know what, Bucky? Just go back to not talking.” You snapped.

“Because that was working so well.” He mumbled.

“I did not choose this, you did.” You walked closer to him now.

“How the hell is this my fault?” His voice began to gain volume.

“Bucky you wouldn’t let me breathe, you were controlling my life” You cried out to him, tears now falling without hesitation.

“I was scared to death I was going to lose you, Y/N.” He boomed out across the room, his breath uneven.

You swallowed harshly at his words, You couldn’t look at him. You walked away again, this time he followed.

“Stop walking away from me.” He mumbled, grabbing your arm lightly.

“So what…? were you afraid of losing that blonde? did you enjoy her company?” You sneered to him, your voice sounding bitter.

“Are you honestly bringing that to this conversation?” His jaw clenched.

“How could I not, Bucky? It didn’t take you long to have someone else warm your bed.” You laughed out, dripping with sarcasm.

“Uh, guys.”

The both of you choked out a what, looking to see Sam standing behind you.

“Steve just radioed in. We’re good to go.” Sam motioned to the door.

“Good.” Bucky hissed.

“Great.” You looked to him, your voice sounded cold.

You decided it was time to take the next step, so you went to the bar. You waited about an hour, as men walked by you eyeing you slowly. You finally found a man, his name at this point didn’t matter. After a couple of drinks, the two of you made your way back to the tower. You let him kiss you, and it felt cold and unwanted on your skin. You never let him make your way to his lips, as the two of you fumbled throughout the tower. Bucky emerged from his room, to have a front row seat. The man pushed you against your bedroom door, your eyes flickered to Bucky’s. His eyes you could tell, you knew him well enough, that he wasn’t mad or jealous, he was heartbroken. As you opened your door, the two of you fumbled inside. The man smiled to you, and you placed a hand to his chest.

“You know, Im not feeling too great. I think I’ll just lay down…stay with me a while?” You smiled as best you could, and as you thought of Bucky, you began to tear up again.

The man nodded, clearly disappointed he wasn’t getting anywhere tonight.

An hour or so past, and the man now left. You quietly walked to the kitchen and peered at the clock. It was 4:35 am. Right on time. You sighed, walking to the pantry. Looking around to see what you could eat, you heard the familiar soft footsteps.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Bucky’s voice rasped out.

You turned to face him, he was dressed in sweats, a an old t shirt that you used to wear. You sighed, saying nothing. reaching above you trying your best to reach the cereal. Growing quickly frustrated, you hit the soft scar on your stomach, causing you to wince lightly. You became alarmed when you could smell Bucky’s scent behind you. His arm reaching effortlessly to the top shelf, bringing the box to you. You mumbled a quiet thank you, and you realized that the two of you had been closer than you had in months. You could hear his soft breathing, and you took in his scent. You stood very still, as Bucky leaned forward, God he was so close. He reached behind you to grab some kind of food. Then the both of you stood there, chests touching, breathing increasing. You felt like your skin was on fire, as your thoughts replayed the memory of the two of you in the pantry before.

“You should try and sleep.” Bucky breathed out slowly.

“I could never go back to sleep.” You laughed lightly, now leaving his personal space.

You went back to your room, letting out a large breath as soon as the door shut.

That afternoon had been hell. No one knew what you saw, but you knew how long you lingered. It was on accident, it what you kept telling yourself. You went to the training room to complete your physical therapy. You settled in, wrapping your arms in legs in medical tape. You walked past the locker rooms, steam flowing out the door. Confused, knowing that you were the only one in here at this time. You walked through, peering around the corner. Your eyes grew wide when you saw who it was, Bucky. The shower curtain was left open, and you saw everything. You swallowed hard when you saw the beads of water cascade down his body. Your eyes couldn’t turn away, they trailed across his chest, his large arms, his hips, his v line…. His thighs. You could hardly breathe at the sight him, you forgot just how much you had worshipped that body in the bedroom. You stayed there for 20 minutes, taking him in all over again. You cursed yourself mentally. You walked back into the training room, taking out your pent up frustration on the equipment. Bucky soon walked out, wiping a towel through his wet hair.

“How is it going?” He walked to you, throwing his bag to the floor.

He walked over behind the mannequin you were punching. His head placed on the side of the equipment you lunged a kick forward, nearly hitting him.

“What the hell?” He jumped back.

“Come on Bucky, remember how we used to fight before? Come on.” You breathed out taking your stance.

He paused for a moment, before lunging to you. You blocked his hit with ease, as well as he did to your swift kick. He was holding back.

“Come on.” You kicked again, and he caught your ankle, dropping it quickly.

He went forward again, and now the two of you almost danced in combat like you did before. Extending your leg, you winced at the scar at your side. Bucky froze his movements.

“Come on” You yelled this time, and he stood still.

Your fists were lined up in formation, ready for his next blow, and he just stood there. You threw one fist upwards, only to be caught by his metal hand. With full force you threw the other fist, just to be caught again. Bucky’s weight pushed you to the wall, knocking the breath out of you. His eyes were filled with sympathy and his eyes trailed across your features.

“Im not going to fight you.” He breathed softly.

You began to wiggle under his hold, only to be stopped by something you never thought you’d taste again. His lips pressed against yours like he hadn’t felt you in years. Your hands fell, as he bit your lower lip. You groaned out, you wanted more, you needed more. Your hands gripped tightly to his hair, as he forced you back against the wall. He broke away from your mouth, looking to your eyes.

You didn’t know exactly what was going to happen next, but you knew that it was something that you longed for the past 4 months, and 121 days.

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numba99 · 5 years

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Hate to Love You Part 2

Part 1

Summary: You and Jimmy have never gotten along. To say you hated each other would be an understatement. But when a night at a party takes an unexpected turn, things between the two of you change forever. I know my summaries be so vague im sORRY just trust me. Word Count 1,792

Warning: Smut, my lazy ass not proof reading

You woke up the next morning, a subtle soreness between your legs. You groaned, pulling the sheets over your head, wishing it was all just a bad dream. But no, that smug smile on Jimmy’s face you saw every time you closed your eyes was from a very real mistake.

You don’t know what had come over you. You told yourself it was alcohol, but truthfully, you knew you weren’t more than just a little buzzed. Not nearly enough to make you act so foolishly. You felt stupid, having shown your hand to the last person you wanted to know what cards you were holding. Even if it was just one of the cards in very, very fine print said that you thought Jimmy was attractive, that was not something you wanted you wanted made public.

With a heavy sigh, you rolled over, snatching your phone off your night stand. There was a text from Brady at the top of your notifications. Your stomach dropped. Jimmy told him what happened and he was roasting you already, you thought as you punched in your pass code in a panic.

Hey you left your bag at my place. I’ll be at practice most of the day but you can come by and grab it whenever

You let out a sigh of relief, your secret was safe, for now at least. You tried to know as little about Jimmy as possible, but from what you gathered with your time hanging out with Brady was that he loved to talk. You heard more about his hook ups than you ever cared to know. You cringed at the thought of him talking about you like one of his conquests.

You got yourself out of bed, wanting to retrieve your things as soon as possible. Not only would you not be able to last long without the contents of your purse - you thanked your lucky stars you had slipped your apartment keys in your pocket that night - but because you didn’t want to risk running into Jimmy.

You dug out the spare key Brady had given you when he first moved to the city from your sock drawer before heading out. You allowed yourself a small laugh when you realized this was the first time you were using the key in a situation that didn’t not involved Brady locking himself out of his own place.

You let yourself in, not surprised that they had not cleaned up after last night. If you hadn’t been in such a rush to get out, you may have picked up a little. Not that you were Brady’s maid, and certainly not Jimmy’s, but there something about knowing there was a mess that drove you nuts. You didn’t get how they could just leave their place like that, but you supposed somethings just had to give when you were that busy.

You scanned the room, realizing Brady never mentioned where your bag was. When you came up empty handed in the living room, you made your way to the kitchen.

“Ah ha,” you said to yourself, spotting your bag by the make shift bar that was their kitchen counter. You must have have forgotten it while Brady was mixing your drink. You dug through it, happy to find all the contents were still inside.

“Back for more already?” a slimy voice made you jump.

“Jesus christ,” you gasped, holding back a groan when you found Jimmy leaning against the door frame looking at you. Of course, he was adorned with a smug grin. “Actually, I was just picking up the things I forgot last night and I will be happily leaving.” You went to step past him, but he didn’t budge.

“Wow I was so good you forgot your whole bag? That’s a new one, even for me,” Jimmy said.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I was just drunk,” you lied.

“I don’t fuck drunk girls,” Jimmy replied with a matter of fact tone.

“We didn’t fuck,” you reminded him.

“Sorry. I don’t finger drunk girls,” Jimmy corrected himself with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “If telling yourself you got me off helps you sleep at night, have at it. Now if you’ll move,” you nudged him, but he didn’t budge.

He let out a laugh, “Are you trying to tell me you faked?”

“I did. Just wanted the misery over with,” you lied again. Maybe you could salvage your dignity, even if only slightly.

“I know when a girl fakes,” Jimmy began.

“Oh, so that’s something you’re used to?” you cut him off.

“If you let me finish,” Jimmy rolled his eyes before continuing, “I would know when a girl fakes in theory. Because I know what it feels like when a girl really cums and there is not faking that. I hate to break it to you, but that certainly was not fake.”

“Whatever, I’m not wasting time arguing with you,” you huffed.

“Because you know I’m right.”

“Because I know you’re a stubborn asshole.”

“If you’re so sure I can’t get you off, why don’t you prove it,” Jimmy raised a brow.

“Oh now who’s eager for more?” you threw his words back at him.

“Eager to prove I’m right is more like it,” he shrugged. You studied his face, making sure this wasn’t a trap to get you to say you wanted to hook up with him again. Finally you came up with a conclusion you could live with.

“Ten minutes. You get ten minutes to get me off,” you stated. You could last ten minutes, right?

“More than enough time,” Jimmy nodded.

“We’ll see about that,” you replied, “If you don’t get me in ten minutes, we never bring this up again and you leave me alone when I come over here to hang out with Brady.”

“And when I make you cum in less than ten minutes, you owe me a blow job,” Jimmy said. Gross. But if you didn’t cum, it wouldn’t be a problem and you were determined not to.

“Deal.” You stuck out your hand, which Jimmy shook confidently.

You followed him back to his bedroom, which you realized you’ve never been in before. It was surprisingly clean, but you guessed it was easy to keep a room clean when most of the floor space was taken up by a bed.

“It’s a king,” Jimmy stated proudly when he noticed you eyeing it, “I need a lot of room if you know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You couldn’t wait for this to be over.

“Alright let’s get this over with,” you deadpanned, sliding your shoes off. “Brady isn’t going to be home soon is he?”

“Scared he’s gonna hear you moaning for me?” Jimmy asked.

“No, idiot, I just don’t want anyone knowing about this,” you snapped. You couldn’t take that shame.

“Brady went out with Gracia after practice so he’s not going to be home until later. Not like I’m dying to let the world know about this either,” Jimmy told you.

You ignored his comment, watching him pull out his phone and set it on the night stand, propping it up so you could both see the screen.

“So am I allowed to use my tongue or what?” Jimmy asked, pulling up the timer. You were glad he wasn’t looking at you, or he’d you shift anxiously from his comment. The thought of his tongue on you - annoying - made your stomach do a flip.

“Doubting your finger skills suddenly?” you replied, glad your voice came out steady.

“No, but I thought changing it up would be nice. Just thinking of your pleasure y/n,” Jimmy said with feigned sincerity.

“Do whatever you want, it’s not going to work either way,” you stated, laying back on the bed, preparing yourself.

“We’ll see about that,” he replied, “Alright, timers set. Ten minutes starting now.”

In a flash he was between your legs. He yanked down your pants and underwear so quickly you didn’t even have time to be self conscious about him seeing you naked from the waist down. His finger slid through your folds, like he was assessing the situation.

He slid a single finger in, establishing a rhythm, before lowering his face between your legs. You gripped the sheets lightly, anticipating the contact. He slid his tongue across you with a teasing lick before focusing on your clit. As his tongue swirled over your clit, he slid another finger into you.

It felt good. There was no denying it. You tried to keep your mind occupied with unpleasant things. Anything to keep you from cumming. But Jimmy was not making it easy. His lips had enclosed your clit, sucking on it intently.

Your eyes flashed up to the clock. 5 minutes have passed. Half way there. You could do this. Just hold on another 5 minutes. You noticed Jimmy look at the time too, feeling him smirk against you. He slid a another finger into you and your back arched involuntarily, adjusting to the sweet stretch.

This egged Jimmy on more, moving his fingers in quick, long strokes. He was alternating between sucking and licking at your clit and, fuck, it was getting unbearable. You looked back up the clock.

Two minutes. TWO MINUTES. Come on you can do this. That’s nothing. You were desperately trying to convince yourself you could last, but it was getting harder to buy. His mouth and fingers moved in perfect time.

Out of nowhere, your orgasm hit you fast and hard. You gasped, not expecting it at that moment, even if he was making you feel good. You half moaned half groaned, knowing you’d lost.

Jimmy say up, wiping his mouth which was curved into a triumphant smile. “What was that about faking?” he teased.

“Whatever, just take your pants off and let’s get on with this,” you replied, sliding your pants back up your legs. You lost fair and square, and as much as you hated it, a deal was a deal.

“Oh no, I’m saving my blow job for later,” Jimmy said, standing up from the bed.

“What? You can’t do that. You said-”

“I said,” Jimmy cut you off, “You had to suck my dick. Never said when. If you wanted the terms to be more specific, you should have negotiated better.”

“I hate you,” you grumbled.

“Feeling’s mutual,” Jimmy shot back, “Now I think you should be going. Would hate for Brady to find out about your defeat.” You pushed past him, hearing him laugh as he hit the bed. You sulked back to the kitchen, snatching your bag before exiting, a cloud of defeat hanging over your head.

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chogiwank · 5 years

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A Year’s Farewell - NonIdol!Jaehyun Smut&Fluff | Part 2

You Can Read Part 1 Here

Word Count: 2,502

Warnings: Smut, Phone Sex, Toy, Sir Kink/Mr.Jung, kinda proofread???

Pairing: Law Major!Jaehyun, Non Idol!Jaehyun x University Student!FemaleReader

A/N: I mean I really hope you guys like this because I’ve been working on this as much as I could since like January oh god and its still probably shit enjoy!!hopefully also side note,, happy birthday to jung jaehyun!! the softest bean and wow im so in love destroy me please

Knock, Knock…

The soft taps on the door caught his attention from sitting on the couch, watching his weekly reruns of ‘Friends’ on Netflix. Standing up to answer the door, checking the time - 10:00PM he wondered who it’d be so late, definitely not recalling order for take-out. Opening the door revealed a female with baggage and bundled up with a jacket to keep her warm,

“Hello,” he kindly greeted the girl, her nose red from the cold outside. “is there anything I can help you with?”

“Hi, I’m so sorry it’s so late but I just came back from a summer trip - I didn’t know if you’d be awake…” She cleared her throat, unwrapping her scarf from her neck and unzipping the jacket.

Jaehyun cocked an eyebrow at her, “You might be mistaken.”

“Uh no, actually I didn't get to fill out the housing form, but I got some luck since your old roommate dropped out so hi, hey, how’s it going, I guess we live together now.” She flashed a smile at him, “I’m Y/N, great to meet you.”

Jaehyun’s ears turned red slightly embarrassed knowing he’d be sharing a dorm with a girl, and even more, realizing the first thing she sees him in is duck pyjamas, “Nice to see you too, let me help you in.”

“Thanks.” She laughed, “love the pyjamas by the way.” teasingly winking picking up her suitcase into the dorm. His ears turn a brighter shade of red, grabbing onto the rest of her bags and dragging them into the vacant bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be a bother to you for that long,” sliding off her jacket onto the bed. “I’ll be out next semester.”

“Why is that?”

“The apartment I’m supposed to be in is occupied since there was a little mix-up, so the resident will be out by the time the second semester comes around.”

“Oh, okay,” Jaehyun awkwardly laughs. “Well I should be leaving you alone, don’t want to invade your privacy or anything.” Turning around to walk out back to the living space.

“Wait, I saw you were watching Friends, mind if I join you?” Enthusiastically he accepted happily to have someone on his lonely weekly binge. “Alright, just ten minutes and I’ll be there.” That first night the two bonded from strangers to acquaintances over Netflix and junk food, despite the unexpected meeting and ungodly hours of the night, - laughing and getting to know each other just a little, this being the beginning of it all.

Exams, final exams are coming up, all the stress headaches and late night study sessions begun. This was it, this was going to happen sooner or later I knew it, my sanity coming to borderline insanity. The shooting head pains - whether it be lack of sleep or too much studying - making me hallucinate, my brain pulling tricks on me and the fact I was practically alone in the library did not help even a bit. I swear my eyes just made me see Casper the ghost or something near. She thought.

The unreasonable hours she’s been studying late into the night, right now at three (3) AM exactly. Abandoning her workspace to search what she claims to see, calling out ‘Hello’s’ and ‘Anyone? Please answer.’ Turning the corner she’d lost balance bumping into a hard chest -hearing a book’s thump as it hit the ground- her fall halt by a hand grabbing her arm. Opening her eyes she tightly shut expecting to harshly hit the ground, unmasking the mystery of the said ‘Casper,’

“Jaehyun?” He gave an apologetic smile.

“Hey, sorry I scared you.” Helping her upright on both feet. “You were gone so late, I kind of got worried when I got up for a glass of water and you weren’t passed out on the couch with your books.”

She slightly blushed at the male’s concern towards her, “Well I mean, thanks but it would’ve been nicer and less scary if you’d told me you were coming.”

“I know I just didn’t want to disturb you beforehand, guess I should’ve planned it out better.”

“It’s alright, but you really are so pale, you looked like a ghost!” She exclaimed.

“Well how about I just changed my skin to orange? Less frightening?”

“That’s appalling.” The two laughing in unison as they gather Y/N’s materials and head back to their shared apartment, ready for a best-as-can-be goodnight’s sleep.

And with that, she woke up once again in the library. This time in broad daylight packed with many others.

Oh, it was a dream. The reminisce of when she first developed unknown feelings for Jaehyun, his unexpected kind-heartedness settled a secret warmth within her heart.

She must’ve passed out halfway through reading her textbook and writing notes. Sighing she collects her belongings returning to her apartment. Setting down her backpack and plopping onto the couch - her mind jumbled with thoughts and memories of her boyfriend. - a new year of University begun again and he’d flown overseas for job placement and studies the whole year. One complete year without him and going through school without their weekly night routine of cuddles, kisses and chats. Considering the amount of stress which would sometimes build up, he helped to get rid of it by deep, comforting talks or sensational sex - rough or sweet however she’d preferred. She fathomed what to do in her situation and really all she needed was to see him.

Sending a video chat from her phone, she pleads to all those superior to let him pick up - a smile forming upon her features as his face pops up on screen - her request heard.

“Hey baby, how are you?” He spoke cheerfully, face beaming. His tousled hair and rosy cheeks, visible due to him being barefaced, gave him a gentle look. Oh how badly she’d missed the sight of him, his arms wrapping around her with a soft “hello beautiful” and peck, greeting each other after their long schedules.

“Oh, I’m so sorry were you busy?”

“No, not really I’m just finishing up some notes,” he cleared his throat. “listen, I’m so sorry for not calling.”

“In all honesty, me too, These four (4) weeks have been hectic, I’ve had no time,” a clear voice crack heard. “But at least now we can talk.”

Interrupting his notetaking, he looks at her with eyebrows furrowed, “are you okay?” She shakes her head no. “Babe, talk to me please don’t cry.”

“I-it, it’s just so much workload from school and I haven’t been managing many shifts…”

Jaehyun nods his head, encouraging her to continue as he listens to her bothers,

“So I barely have the cash to buy proper food, it’s just been the cheapest, greasiest fast food I could find. And I…” sniffing as she sobs, tears wetting her cheeks. “I miss you so much. I want you to hold me and come back soon.”

“Listen to me,” Jaehyun speaks sternly. “First off, don’t cry you know how much it pains me when you do.” Deeply inhaling she wipes away her tears, sitting up on the couch and bites her bottom lip. Nodding as she motions him to continue speaking,

“You are so precious, don’t starve. You’ve got my key, I’ve got a good amount of money for you to use-”

“Jae, no, I can’t-”

“Yes you can, what’s mine is yours. Please, stay healthy. It’s in my closet a little safe box behind all my clothes, emergency money.”

“That’s very kind, thank you.” She snuffs cracking a smile, her eyes twinkle from happiness and gratitude towards the boy.

“It’ll be enough for until the end of the semester, then I’ll return, make sure you stay on top of work and studies.”

“Wait…you’re coming back? I thought it was the whole year?”

“Shortened it, I don’t think you’ve noticed but it’s extremely lonely.” His sarcasm compliments his ‘duh’ expression.

“Honestly, I’ve been having the time of my life. Spectacular food, parties, can’t even feel the solitude.” The two giggled. Knowing they’d missed one another’s presence and voices, warm gazes sent to the other through the fluorescent screen. Both sitting in silence as the other virtually accompanied them, the sounds of the clock ticking and unexpected raindrops landing upon the window were the only sounds heard. Flashing silly faces at each other, the two ended in a fit of laughter during their battle,

“You shall never beat me y/n! I am always the winner!” He dramatically poses, mimicking a victory action.

“Never? You’re wrong. Truly so, so very wrong.” Jaehyun raises an eyebrow at her, intrigued by the comment.

“Why may that be?” He questions.

“Because,” she cheekily states. Standing her phone on the coffee table against a small glass decor, settling on her knees. Unbuttoning her top enough to reveal cleavage, smirking at her own actions, “I never lose with these, you give in so quick to me baby.” She innocently bats her lashes. He licks his lips while she continues to unbutton her shirt, her breasts exposed yet covered with her lace bra worn underneath,

“I don’t think this is the best time, y/n.” He gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, swallowing his saliva from the desire building up.

“Awe, why?” She pouts.

“My roommate, he’ll be back in an hour-” restless eyes flickering to the time on his watch.

“You’ve done me faster,” A bold, mischevious interjection said as her shirt pools on the ground, bra hook unclipped and straps slide down her arms, throwing the undergarment elsewhere. “Please Mr.Jung.” Putting on a show of her exposed breasts on screen. Flaunting them with a little bounce and a little shake, “I’ll be so good.”

Breath hitching in his throat, choking out a fuck it. The sounds of the door locking and his belt unbuckling heard off screen. Sitting back in his seat, he positions his phone on the desk, backing up to have his body in full view,

“I can’t believe you actually affect me this much.” Pulling out his semi-hard cock, pumping the length in an attempt to fully erect. “Baby girl, please you got to cum for sir and make him cum too, okay?”

“Yes, Mr.Jung.” Now positioned on the couch, bottoms off and legs split open in view of the camera, she begins to rub her clit and finger herself. Self-teasing with one finger, with such unexpected pleasure without being touched by Jaehyun for weeks. Her clit erogenous, shivers racing up and down her spine, soft moans of Jaehyun’s name left her mouth, and her’s from his. The two lasted for a while until y/n halts her erotic actions.

“What’s wrong?” he pants, hesitantly slowing down his movements on his cock as she disappears from the screen, silently groaning as the familiar knot fades. Shuffling noises heard in the background until she returns to her previous spot, this time with a hidden item, “Baby girl, what are you up to?”

“I really miss your cock, Mr.Jung, and I really want it, but I can’t…” Picking up her phone, fixating it upon the counter she grabs a nearby chair, “you can punish me later but I really need it.” Sticking a purple dildo on the chair, she gave him a roguish smile - Jaehyun and her never used the dildo much, not unless he wanted to tease her or make her work for her orgasm. In other words, punish her mostly for his own amusement. Although she never touched it, unless an order was given.- her legs centre the dildo to her entrance as Jaehyun breathes out,

“Naughty bitch, I’m going to fuck you senseless when I come back.”

“Please do.” She begs, almost whining.

“That’s a promise.” He says grunting, watching her lower down upon the toy feeling her walls stretch and accidental whimpers release. Speeding up the pace on his length at the sight of his girlfriend pleasuring herself. Moaning out for him, how desperate she really was for him. He whispers her name but loud enough to be heard through the call. Her walls clench around the toy - just like she did with Jaehyun, his moans erupting from his throat every time. - chanting profanities like a prayer, the two came near their highs, Jaehyun being the first to climax. Strings of his cum landing on top his shirt and pants, ruining the two articles of clothing.“Fuck baby girl, you made me ruin my clothes.”

“Mmm.” She lets out a high pitch whine. “S-sorry Mr.Jung.” As she races to find her climax.“Remember the first time, baby girl…” Jaehyun talks through cleaning himself up, simultaneously changing into his pyjamas, preparing for whenever his roommate knocks to be let in and avoiding the thoughts to ravish his girlfriend, controlling his once again developing hard-on. “The first time you came so hard, you squirt on me. Right on your bedroom floor and we had to buy a new rug. That was so sexy, cum like that once more for me.” Her moans a higher pitch from every word he spoke, the familiar twist in her stomach formed. Sweat glistened on her forehead and wet, pornographic sounds of her sliding down the cheap dildo, “Remember all those times I stayed over until the morning and woke you up with my tongue?”

“Yes, yes…” she pant.

“The days we’d both be pissed at our professors or bosses and you’d let me push you against the wall to throat fuck you.”

“Those were really fucking hot…” her head thrown back and fingers rubbing her clit in an eager attempt to release.

“And that one time against your balcony doors, on my birthday. How they’re glass and in clear sight of anyone passing by to-“

“FUCK, YES OH GOD.” She lets out a scream as ecstasy devours her. Thighs trembling from the hard orgasm, “I remember…” lowering her voice as she calms down. “I remember when we fucked against those doors,” her untidy, sweaty, post-sex appearance covered with a suggestive smirk on her face could bring Jaehyun an instant boner again. He did, usually, it did, but he’d have to control himself now. “That was really the hottest fuck we ever had, and we are doing it all over again when you’re back.” She says with more stable breaths.“Of course-“

Knock, knock! The sound of the doors alerted Jaehyun,

“I’ll be there one second!” He gave his girlfriend a loving and apologetic smile, “Clean yourself up baby girl, I’m sorry we can’t do round two, but I swear, you will get such a better fuck when I’m back.”

“I’m waiting.” She winked, blowing him a farewell kiss.

And with that, the call ends and y/n makes the utmost effort to clean herself up. Despite her weak legs and heavy eye-lids, her mood was completely different. Definitely still with stress but, a relaxed feeling from the masturbation and her boyfriend.

Anon Asked: Hiii!! love ur work!!! can you pls write a phone call smut with jaehyun (non-idol AU) where you’re really stressed and tired about school or something and you miss him while hes away for smthn and then u call him crying and he talks u down and gets u all loose if u know what i mean lol !! pls and thanks 💕

#nct #nct 127 #jaehyun smut #jaehyun #nct fluff #nct smut #taeyong #mark lee #yukhei #jungwoo #kun #winwin #sicheng #yuta #moon taeil #johnny suh #doyoung #haechan #jeno #jaemin #renjun

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noahsfreckles · 5 years

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The Housekeeper (2)

#the housekeeper #noah centineo imagine #noah centineo #noah centineo x orginal character #noah centineo fanfiction #jesus #jesus fosters #to all the boys i've loved before #theperfectdate #sierra burgess is a loser #sbial #tatbilb

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catsdaydreams · 5 years

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A Warm Welcome

IDK what Im doing with my blog or my life but here’s to starting a non TRR series. :party emoji:

Sneak peek at a new series!! cannonish

Enjoy?

The elementalist chronicles, PT 1

PermaTag: @cora-nova

Sabrina raced across the campus glancing at the clock tower in the distance. She was going to be late for her career planner meeting for sure. Every second that she watched ticking by felt like a personal taunt on behalf of the clock. “Shit she muttered, trying to pick up the pace. She eyed the double doors to the building straight ahead and slowed down to avoid crashing straight into them. Once inside she blinked the sunlight out of her eyes, speed walking the corridor half blind from the lighting transition and almost into the planner herself.

“Oh! Sabrina! You’re early.” The planner said with a frown checking her watch. “You aren’t supposed to be here for another ten minutes.” She chided knowingly. “Well, if you’re on time you’re late.” Sabrina huffed, repeating the mantra she’d been told and taught by her ever-barring father since childhood. She put on her best smile and extended a hand towards the planner, “Sabrina Russell.” The planner returned her smile, and shook Sabrina’s hand, “Ms. Robertson, my office is right around this corner.” She said, motioning to the hall to Sabrina’s left.

The two turned and entered the first door on the right and Sabrina took her spot in the chair opposite of the desk and waited patiently while Ms. Robertson organized herself and pulled out Sabrina’s file. “Now, Ms. Russell, we usually don’t schedule a meeting until the end of first year so that you can decide on what you would like to major in and we help you start to point towards that goal. However you requested to move this meeting up, and we allowed it based on your high marks. Is there a major you have in mind?” Ms. Robertson said, hands clasped over the manila folder on the desk in between them.

Sabrina saw her name printed on the side, knowing that her parents were worried for her and called this meeting on her behalf, pulling alumni favors to get the meeting pushed up. The truth was she had no idea what she wanted to major in. It felt as if all of the motivation and drive she had the year leading up to college simply vanished once she started classes. Everything just seemed so dreadfully boring compared to how she thought college would feel, not that she really knew what to expect. Knowledge retention and conceptual understand came as easily to her as breathing, and so being a straight A student was effortless. The problem was, she didn’t know who to be outside of class. A numbness had eaten away at her energy and motivation, she spent most of her days laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling with headphones in and not really noticing the music that she was listening to. Life seemed like a haze.

“Actually, Ms. Robertson. That’s the problem. I don’t have a major in mind, in fact I feel like I don’t belong here, like I’m meant to be somewhere else.” Sabrina replied honestly. The older lady peered at her curiously, “what do you mean?” she asked and Sabrina let out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know. I always thought college would be exciting. Maybe even magical.” She said wistfully, a pit of longing in her stomach. “There’s a treasure trove of knowledge here which I always thought would be my dream. But it’s like I’m numb, and bored. I’m not so sure Hartfield was the best choice for me any more.” Ms. Robertson nodded in understanding. “Well, it sounds like you have the freshman blues.” She said, peering into Sabrina’s emerald eyes. The older lady pensively waited for a reaction, however she would get none from Sabrina who had already expected this reaction. She didn’t realize it but her answer had silently sealed the final nail in the coffin, finalizing Sabrina’s resolve to transfer schools. Sabrina already had a slew of acceptance offers from other universities, and if Hartfield was simply going to brush off her concerns then she would find a school that wouldn't, and would also challenge her.

Her parents would be furious of course, but Sabrina could tune them out easily enough. She had already informed her of her intent to stay at the school over winter break, not that she suspected her parents cared. They would likely be vacationing abroad somewhere European anyway. Sabrina recalled her mother talking about attending some apple festival somewhere soon and presumed it would be their winter getaway. Ms. Robertson continued, not realizing that Sabrina had already tuned her out, responding only in key places enough so that the women wasn’t aware of her lack of attention.

After an hour that Sabrina honestly couldn’t recall, she found her way back to her dorm room. She ran her fingers over the mess on the desk, glancing at the half made bed and clothes on the floor while making a mental packing list for the morning. She made her way to the bathroom leaning over the sink and looking at herself in the mirror. She noted the way her eyes seemed dull, and her skin seemed flat and plain. Sabrina turned the facet on to cold water, closing her eyes and splashing some of it into her face as if it would be the magical solution to her resistant state of mind. She blinked rapidly a few times, reaching for the hand towel and drying off her face before glancing up to meet her own dull looking eyes in the mirror.

Except it wasn’t her own eyes staring back. A pair of almost identical green eyes stared back, alert and concerned and watching her silently. “What the hell?” Sabrina reeled, looking at her reflection not copying her actions. She stared incredulously before reaching out to touch the mirror, finding instead a cool liquid that sent ripples out where her finger connected with it. “Whoa,” she breathed, tracing her finger lightly across the surface, ripples of disruption following her touch. She wondered what would happen should she just decide to push her hand in... and suddenly she couldn’t pull her hand back out. “Oh no.” She said, her heart quickening. She gently tugged on her arm, willing her hand to reappear, instead her arm sinking further and faster the more she fought.

Sabrina sucked in a breath as she was pulled the rest of the way through the mirror, feeling as if every ounce of air in her body was being forced out through her throat. A flash of light and a sensation she couldn’t quite place and suddenly she was standing outside near a lake. A little too close to the lake she realized as she began to lose her balance on the muddy embankment. She yelped in surprise as she toppled towards the water, a friendly hand reaching out and grasping her wrist and pulling her away at the last second.

“Woah there freshman!” An unfamiliar voice called out, sounding like warm honey on a cold day. The mysterious stranger wrapped a hand around her other shoulder, trying to help her balance. She met his chocolate brown eyes and matched them to his flawless complexion. “Um, thanks.” Sabrina stuttered out. She looked around bewildered, suddenly realizing that she was soaked. “Here let me help you dry off,” the stranger chuckled, making strange motions with his hand. A breeze blew by Sabrina, with an impossibly gentle force that seemed to instantly dry her clothes and most of her hair. She looked down at her clothes incredulously.

“You missed the hall of mirrors by a mile there.” He laughed good naturedly, “I’m Griffin, a second year here and an earth-att.” He said proudly. Sabrina stared at him, not sure how to process what was happening here. She looked around at the picturesque scenery in front of her, a large statue surrounded by cottage inspired buildings enclosing it. The lake she had stepped out of seemed to run along the edge of the buildings, almost like a moat encompassing the structures in the middle. A beautiful ornate bridge sat a few feet to her left, providing safe dry passage to the other side leading to a dirt road into a thick patch of trees.

“Where the hell am I?” Sabrina asked incredulously, it was only then that she noticed the other people milling about on the ground and somehow, in the air! Sabrina watched wide eyed, wondering how in the world it was possible when a voice filled with sheer disdain broke her trance. “Don’t you know there are entry protocols? You should have entered through the mirrors like the rest of us.” Sabrina searched for the source and met the gaze of a boy about her age peering at her through judgmental eyes. Griffin rolled his eyes at the intrusion, “Doesn’t the great Beckett Harrington have anything better to do with his time?” Beckett glared at Griffin, narrowing his eyes, “Actually, yes. Freshman orientation starts in 15 minutes and I need to be on my way.” He sneered, before turning on his heel and walking the opposite direction.

Griffin rolled his eyes yet again and met Sabrina’s, “Don’t mind him. Not everyone here at Penderghast is like that.” He said, begininng to lead her away from the edge of the water. “Penderghast?” Sabrina asked confusedly. Griffin stared at her blankly, “Yeah? Pengerghast college of elemental Magicks? You know, the one you’re currently attending?” He said. A few moments passed before Griffin narrowed his eyes at her, “You are a student here right?” Sabrina froze. She couldn't decide if it was a dream or real, and if it was she didn’t want it to end. She suspected that she had been transported here by mistake and simply nodded in response, not quite sure if she should lie or tell the truth.

Griffin smiled, the suspicion lifting from his eyes. “Do you need help getting to orientation?” He offered. Sabrina nodded again, still in shock. So magic is..real? Or was this some kind of fever dream? Perhaps she had hit her head in the bathroom and was hallucinating. She stayed lost in thought as she trailed beside Griffin, half listening as he babbled on. “And that is the security system, it vaporizes intruders.” He said nodding at the large statue in the center, its head followed the pair as the passed by. Sabrina’s heart raced with each step as she wondered when the vaporizing blow would come. After an agonizing minute the statue seemed satisfied and resumed it gaze around the campus, and Sabrina let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. They made their way inside of one of the cottages, which seemed mansion like on the inside. Griffin made twists and turns and Sabrina trailed along beside him. “So for future reference, this is the hall of mirrors where you're supposed to come in.” He said opening a door to reveal a circular room filled with all different types of mirrors. The walls were littered with small circular mirrors, floor length mirrors, square mirrors and mirrors of all varying sizes.

“Aw, hell.” The pair heard, as they both turned to see a beautiful brunette trying to pull her foot the rest of the way through. She stumbles when it finally comes out, landing straight into Sabrina’s arm as she does.

“Oops.” She giggles, “Shreya Mistry, in your arms and at your service. Good catch, by the way.” She says beaming at Sabrina. Her dark curls match her tan complexion Sabrina notices as she helps the girl regain her balance. “ I much prefer air travel.” Shreya says, giving her a knowing look. Sabrina laughs awkwardly, “yeah.” She states. Shreya glances over at Griffin who introduces himself. “I was a few minutes away from being a month late,” she laughs as she heads toward the room entrance. “Why a month?” Sabrina asks curiously, suddenly wondering how long it took her to get from her dorm room to the current location. “Because that’s the next time the wards will be down to travel for visitors day.” She states matter of factly. Sabrina nods, “right!” she says as if she has any idea what Shreya is talking about.

Sabrina decides then and there that she is staying at Penderghast as long as she can before anyone realizes that she doesn’t belong.

#the elementalist #beckett harrington #griffin #shreya mistry #choices #play choices #fanfic #cats back lmao

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kissbaekhyunsbuns · 6 years

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It’s my heart you’re stealing pt. 1

Idol!Chanyeol and Student!Baekhyun

(WARNING!! Strong language)

“The night we kissed”

Baekhyun threw his book at the wall. Sehun stared at him in disbelief. “You gotta be kidding me. Finals are in seven weeks, no worries” He said, now smiling a little, seeing his hyung being like that. “You know, today is the music awards, did he invite you?” Sehun asked and that caught Baekhyuns attention. He smiled sheepisly, trying to cover his face with his hoodie. Every kid in the campus knew that Baekhyun was solo artist Park Chanyeol’s friend and when Chanyeol was worldwide artist who made thousand dollars in a day, Baekhyun was studying so he could go to great university. “Did he invite you?” Sehun repeated and stared at Baekhyun from across the room. Baekhyun took his hood off of his head and nodded, still smiling like a sheep he is.

“That’s cool I think. By the way, has Jongin told you about that thing between him and Soo?” Sehun asked and turned his head back to the book. He is trying to take control of his studying life finally. “Wait what? They’re dating?” Baekhyun asked pretty rushily, getting up from that lazy position he was sitting on his chair. “They kinda had a one night thing and it spread, and now they’re the school’s top one couple and now that Kyungsoo is school’s president, Jongin has three times better chances to be the dancing clubs president” Sehun said, quietly rubbing his face. Clock was about six, still he was pretty tired. “Even though clearly you and Chanyeol are the top one couple” He smiled and stared at Baekhyun again. Baekhyun’s big ass hoodie covered his whole hands, when he putted his hands on his face, trying to cover his face. He blushed easily and when they were talking about Chayeol, he always blushed. “We are not a couple, you uncultured brat!” He whined and threw his math notebook at Sehuns face. Sehun just laughed and dodged the notebook. They both laughed until someone knocked on the door. Both of the boys glanced each others and then Sehun got up and walked to dorm’s door. He opened the door and in a second Junmyeon walked in, flipping all over the place. “Did you know that Mrs. K. is going to retire next year?” He almost shouted as he walked in, keeping book in his other hand. He was studying to be a CEO. He looked like he was straight from a business trip everyday. He wore a suit, tie or a bow everyday, 24/7. “No, I didnt. Did you know that Baekhyun is going on a date with Chanyeol?” Sehun said with a little sass in his voice. Junmeyon’s face light up and he stared at Baekhyun in disbelief and happiness in his face. “Seriously? I thought it was Jongin and Soo who are the top one couple but now this? You’re going to be a star!” Junmeyon said and sat down at his bed. Baekhyun stared at him, trying to figure out what he’s saying. “So you want me to use him so you can see the defeat in Kyungsoo’s eyes? He doesn’t care about fame!” Baekhyun grunted and threw now biology notebook at Junmyeon. “Yeah, but you know that Minseok and Jongdae are going to be a thing?” Baekhyun said now pretty calmly. That caught Junmyeons attention right away. “Well I heard that theyre crushed to each others” Baekhyun said, smiling like a sheep again. He was pretty happy about helping Jongdae and Minseok together. They both have been talking to Baekhyun about theyr crush things, and for past couple weeks they both have been talking about each other, and they are so in love. Talking about the devil himself, Baekhyuns phones messagetone rang. He took his phone, opening it. His password was everywhere 2-7-1-6. He pressed thoso numbers and the phone opened. The message was from Jongdae himself. Baekhyun opened the message and started laughing. In his message was linked a picture of a mirror, where was Jongdae. Naked. With his little ding-dong. I got up at the speed of light and ran to the dorm’s hall. Baekhyun saw his dorm’s door open. “Hey idiot!” Baekhyun shouted sheepishly smiling, walking to Jongdae’s and Jongin’s dorm, when he immediatly saw Jongdae suffering on the bed, his phone on the other side of his room. He knew he fucked up. “You sent your nudes to me, so if you want me to keep silent, give me ten dollars and a promise that you go out with Minseok” he laughed, and Jongdaes head popped from the pillows. “With Minseok Kim? H..he is wi.. with Luhan” he stuttered and Baekhyun saw his cheeks getting redder. “Yes! I have seen you with him. ”You have nice clothes” ”Thanks, would you like them 50% off? I sell them myself” ”I would like them 100% off” He is whipped for you, he literally wants to rip your clothes off of you” Baekhyun laughed again, jumping on the same bed as him, just to annoy him. Baekhyun stopped when Jongdae turned, and he clearly was thinking about it. “Ok. Deal” He laughed and Baekhyun showed a happy smirk. “By the way, who were those nudes meant to?” Baekhyun asked and then Jongdae pushed him down from the bed. Baekhyun got up laughing and smiling, running away from the room.

Okay, now you’re all caught up. Let’s go back to the night when Asian music awards were starting.

I played with my hands, trying to keep the nervousness away. Chanyeol said he was here in five minutes, but that was six minutes ago. It was only a minute, it still made me nervous. I turned my head and immadiately saw black limo curving from the street. I felt my face light up when it drove in front of me. I wited couple of seconds and Chanyeol opened the door. My sheepish smile came back and then I saw the flowers in the backseat behind Chanyeol. “Shall we go?” He asked, smiling back at me. I nodded, as he walked me to the car. I sat down at the backseat and in a second, Chanyeol sat nex to me. “Im so lucky that we met” He whispered, taking the flowers, now giving them to me. I smiled, taking them to my lap. “So... is this a date-date or just a friendly visit at the music awards?” I asked, and that was somehow funny to Chanyeol. He laughed, covering his face a little. “Im giving you flowers, taking you to Asian Music Awards with a limo? I think it is a date, but let’s see what happens” Chanyeol smiled, taking my hand. Not like ‘no homo’, it was like ‘all the homo’. And omg that made me blush. I covered my face with my hand, trying not to look at Chanyeol. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing” He said, letting my hand go, when he put on his sunglasses. “Why sunglasses? It is almost night?” I asked, looking at him. He laughed and lowered his glasses like in some kind of action movie. “Because I look cool like this, also I have to perform like this” He said, smiling to me his cute smile. He was so much longer than me, but he still was a little baby. “I was thinking... what are the news gonna say? Pop-star Park Chanyeol in AMA’s with a little student from Seoul?” I asked, looking at him. In radio, there was playing actually Chanyeol’s and Punch’s song ‘Stay with me’. It was my favourite collab song from him. “They are going to say what they want. No one cares” He said, smirking a lttle. Suddenly the car stopped. I looked from the window. Are we there already? Chanyeol smiled and opened the door. He stepped out and by his side was too bodyguards. Cameras were everywhere. I stepped out next to him, as he looked at me smiling. I heard some photographers asking who am I, but hanyeol just took my hand and took me with him towards the stadium.The bodyguards told us where to go. We walked from the doors, as we left the photographers with all the questions. We walked together an aisle filled with neon lights. We heard Pentagon’s ‘Shine’ being played and it made the moment weird in a good way. We walked now the aisle down to Chanyeol seat. He was next to Zico and CL. At the same table! This was like a dream come true. I smiled sheepisly as Chanyeol placed me to sit next to him, as he went to get drinks to us. Chaerin glanced at me and then turned to me. “Are you Chanyeol’s... what?” She asked. She looked amazinf She was wearing black hoodie over her bloody red dress. It was a cold night, I cant judge her. “Oh! I am his friend!” I said, smiling at her. She smiled back, taking a quick sip of her drink. “I have known he for so long, that I see that he might even like you. He never takes anyone here. You’re special” She said, now taking longer sip of the drink. It’s weird that she seems cold and all that, but she is pretty nice. “That dress is special because it gets to be worn by you” I laughed and that made her smile. “Thank you! You are so nice! I hope I see you around!” She said as she stood up. She probably had to go perform. I smiled at her as Chanyeol sat next to me, offering me a drink. I took it, taking a quick sip of it.Then someone hit my seat and made my hand shake. My white shirt was all red because of the drink. I quickly stood up, as Chanyeol stared in shock at my shirt. A little panic took over me and then Chanyeol started to take me to the bathrooms. “Dont worry, it’ll come off!” He said, trying to calm me. He told me where the bathrooms are and I quickly ran there. I opened the door and walked to the sink. I poured the water as warm as I could take it and i tried to was the drink off. Chanyeol stayed at the table. I ruined my shirt. Everything was going wrong. Okay, the shirt was little whiter. I washed my sleeves too, theyre covered in the drink too. I sighed, giving up. I heard Day6′s ‘Shoot me’ outside. It was a great song. Then I heard someone walking in. I glanced at the mirror. It was Chanyeol. I smiled a little. He walked next to me, smiling back to me. “It was a failure. Im a failure” I whispered and turned around. He was right behind me. I could feel his breath on my skin. “No. You are not a failure. You’re Byun Baekhyun, not a failure” He said, at the same time Jiwon walked in. Chanyeol took a step from me, staring at the floor, until he walked into one of the bathrooms. Now Chanyeol took both of my hands, putting them into my hips. I stared at his eyes. He just smiled. I tried not to look at him, but it felt impossible. “Relax” He said, now leaning in. I was pretty scared, but when he putted his lips onto mine, everything left my mind.

#exo #chanbaek #chanyeol #baekhyun #fanfic #fluff #idol #student #exol #soft #bts #got7 #pentagon #seventeen #blackpink

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killingmebtob · 6 years

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It’s You All Along // Im Hyunsik

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: It’s You All Along

Character: Hyunsik and Reader

Summary: Don’t go searching high and low, for the person you’ve been looking for could be just right next to you.

Author’s Note: Eeps another Hyunsik fluff done!

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Your name: submit What is this?

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I scrolled through my phone, trying to find a companion for the trip I decided to go for. As I hit the bottom for composing, Eden, my fellow composer friend, suggested to take a break somewhere far. Giving it a serious thought, I agreed. Finally a name appeared in my screen, which made me smile at the idea. I dialed the number and the line came alive after a few rings.

“Hello, Y/N speaking.” She said with a serious, business tone. I let out a laugh, not used to this side of her.

“Hello, Hyunsik speaking.” I replied, teasing her.

A moment of silent sat in, I could picture her taking the phone away from her ear to look at the caller ID. I heard her scoff after a while, “what do you want, Kermit?”

I winced at the nickname she gave me, for my love for the Kermit frog. I rolled my eyes before sitting up from my bed. “Are you free next week?”

“What? You’re treating me to dinner because I’m an awesome best friend?”

“I’m treating you to something better than dinner.”

“You’re lucky the project we were working on finished and my boss was willing to let me off for a week.” She commented as we queued to board the plane.

After much researches, Australia was decided to be my final destination. I heard the beach there is extraordinary, and it’s summer now among the other winter. I could use some heat in this freezing world of Seoul.

“Guess it’s fate,” I replied playfully, throwing a teasing wink at her, earning an eye roll from her.

We’ve knew each other for years now, since secondary school. She was always the smarter one and I stuck around initially to dig notes from her. But as time went by, we started to enjoy each other’s company and here we are, today.

The ten over hours flight went by really slow. My butt hurt from the long hours, and my arm was numb thanks to Y/N falling asleep on my shoulder. I wanted to teasingly push her away but the sight of her peacefully asleep stopped me. We never talked about romantic emotions between us, though many mutual friends assumed so. We are too close like family to take a step ahead. We know each other too well to be on a higher status than friends.

“So, you’ve not exactly explain why am I here with you on this trip?” She questioned when we settled down in our hotel suite. This hotel had really good reviews, from the scenery available outside the window to the service provided. And since it has been years since the both of us travelled together, I went for the best among the best.

“I needed inspiration for my music, Quoted by Eden, basically I need a break.”

“He’s right, you do.” She hummed while strolling back to her room, leaving me in the living room between our bedrooms.

We took naps after the long, torturous flight to power charge ourselves. As we arrived in the late afternoon, we woke up in time for dinner. Remembering that there was a restaurant just downstairs the hotel, I suggested it and she was fine with the plan.

The night ended with nothing special, we finished dinner, took a stroll outside to feel in the night breeze. We decided to head back after a while, feeling exhausted despite the nap we had.

The trip went on really well, we went hiking, strolling into the forests, surfing. Damn I didn’t know she had such a figure until she showed up in her bikini at the beach.

“Done eye-molesting me?” She teased after catching me staring.

We relaxed on the beach, admiring the beautiful painting the sunset left us with. I heard her sigh at it, as I grinned, agreeing with her silently.

“So, are your inspirations back?” She turned around to ask, as I was leaning backwards slightly with my hands at the back, supporting my weight, while she was hugging her knees, resting her chin on them.

“I guess so,” I did an one-shoulder shrug. “I do have some ideas now.” My eyes darted back to the orange sky. She turned back to continue admiring, silence sat among us.

“Hyunsik,” she called out. I arched an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “Nevermind.”

I let out a laugh, leaning forward to sit up. “What is it?”

She shook her head while waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing, I just hate the thought of returning back to reality.” It was our last day of the vacation, and she had to resume work once she touched down back to Seoul.

“Speaking of that, no advancement from the guy who was courting you?” I nudged her with my elbow, earning a scoff from her. “Don’t remind me about that.”

“What happened?”

“Dude tried to surprise me with roses but didn’t know I’m allergic to them.” I wrapped my arms around my stomach, laughing so hard it hurts. Y/N had always been allergic to flowers, making it difficult for guys, for they can no longer just simply get a bunch of flowers to cheer her up. She would sneeze so hard her nose turned red.

“Stop laughing, I had to be excused from work because I couldn’t stop sneezing.” She slapped my hand, as I forced myself to stop.

“He should’ve come to me for some advice,” I added, earning a death glare from her.

“Don’t you dare,” she gritted her teeth. I rose two hands to surrender, “ok I get it.”

“I don’t get why is he so persistent, even after I told him I have someone in mind.” She let out a heavy sigh as she stared into the sky that was gradually turning in the the color black.

“You do?” I questioned, surprised at the new piece of information. Like I said, we had never talked romance, not even about our own. Just that once she was annoyed at her suitor she rang me up to rant.

“Just a dumb crush, I’ll get over.” She added.

And why did my heart squeezed at the thought of her being with someone else? It has been quite some time she broke up with her ex, who cheated on her. It broke me to see her getting drunk for that douche. After that, she was afraid to enter into another relationship. I leaned back again, my fingers dug into the sand to hold my weight. As I admired the starry night sky, my eyes couldn’t help but drifted towards her side profile. Her lips were slightly lifted, enjoying the stars that hung up in the sky. I sighed in content at this sight I found myself staring at.

Could it be…

Months later

“So, which one?” I stopped the music that was playing from my speakers as I eyed my members. We were all now squeezed in my studio as we met to choose our next title song. Everyone frowned into deep thoughts, I could see their wheels in their brain turning to figure what to say.

“Play the previous one,” Eunkwang instructed. I clicked it and played it again as their faces lighted up.

“This,” Ilhoon commented, and everyone seemed to agree.

I let out a laugh, realizing what inspired me to actually wrote this song. We then proceeded to submit this song and everything was approved, recordings took place and filming wrapped up our whole preparation along with jacket shooting.

“Hello, Hyunsik speaking,” I said as soon as the other side of the line came through. I heard her let out a sigh before chuckling. “You’ll never let me live, aren’t you?”

“Don’t even bet about it.” I found myself smiling as well.

“What do you want?”

“This is a reminder that our song is releasing in a few.” I could imagine her glancing at her desktop clock as I said.

“Right, ok I will.”

“You gotta message me right after.”

“Ok, dad, I get it.” Her annoyance could be heard through her voice.

“Anything else?” She questioned.

“Nope,” emphasizing the p harder. She let out a small laugh before bidding goodbye.

I sighed at the empty line, muttering to myself before putting the phone away from my ear, “I miss you.”

The clock hit 6pm, fans flooded us with tags and compliments, while I waited for just that one message. I constantly checked my phone, we gathered in the company to anticipate the reaction by fans as we celebrated the start of our come back period.

My phone vibrated as we were in the midst of talking. I grabbed it and unlocked, the name appeared brought a smile on my face.

From: Y/N Damn genius composer, another job well done. Who could’ve know nature had so much effect on you.

To: Y/N I’ll take it as you liked it. Did you read the lyrics?

From: Y/N Yup, so who’s that new girl eh? Why am I not informed?

To: Y/N Just like how you kept your crush as a secret

From: Y/N Because it’s more than a crush! Ah nevermind, forget I asked.

To: Y/N Come on, I’m kidding. Mind if I drop by your place tonight? Just wanna hang out

From: Y/N I’ve got something on, will be home a little later.

I was interrupted by the guys calling for me to eat the cake they divided. I smiled and nodded before picking the plastic plate up, deciding to ignore the question I had.

I was about to leave the building before someone called out my name. Frowning, I turned to face Y/N, in a black dress, looking stunning.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Answer me, Hyunsik. Was the song about me?”

Her question left me dumbfounded, was it too obvious? I visibly gulped, scratching the back of my head with my eyes on the ground. I heard her sigh, causing me to glance up at her.

“Darn it I should’ve just told you by getting drunk or something.” I arched an eyebrow at her statement, she continued before I could question. “The crush I mentioned was you.”

And that one sentence was enough to fly me to the moon. Before she could continue her blabbering, I pulled her into my embrace, hugging the air out of her. So silly of us to now realize that the person we had been looking for was just next to us the whole time.

“Yes, it is my unspoken words to you.” I whispered against her ear, she let out a chuckle and wrapped her arms around me.

Don’t go around looking for anyone else anymore For the person who loves you is just right next to you Why can’t you see

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Running Away part 10

Part ten! Which means six more parts after this one! This is the one I think some of you have been waiting for... @yessy2012 @1550kilogramsofsilver @missphanosaur18 @rileyblues @releasethekracko @youveseen--thebutcher Previously: You went to work and came home to Billy's home cooked meal. At night you let Billy sleep in the bed with you again. I hope you enjoy!

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The rest of the week passed by in a blur. At work you did your job without an inkling that something was going on. You avoided Evan who worked in a nearby department, ate lunch with Alice, and checked up on the news in your spare time. Every day you left a little early and you were sure someone would say something about that eventually.

In the evenings, one of you would cook and the other would clean. After dinner you would both curl up on the couch and watch a movie or some random television shows for a few hours before one of you would hop in the shower.

He had jokingly offered to join you once, on Wednesday night, as a way to keep your water bill down. That night you took a cold shower while you debated the merits of accepting him on his fake offer. After the shower, you both went about the rest of your nightly routine which now included Billy pretending for a moment that he might have to sleep on the couch again. Instead you would pull him to the bed by his wrist and then both of you would fall asleep on your respective sides. And every morning you would wake up curled around one another. One memorable morning had your hand tucked under his t-shirt, palm flat on his sternum.

Sometimes early in the morning or late at night, Billy would softly call you sweetheart and you’d feel your heart speed up in your chest as you found yourself responding.

When you got off work on Friday, Alice caught you before you could slip out of the office. It somehow felt right that she was the one to notice that you had been leaving early every day this week.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong right? I'm worried about you." Your heart broke a little. You loved Alice and didn't want her to worry about you. With a sigh you led her over to the bench you usually occupied during lunch. "I'm fine, really. I guess I've just been spending a lot of time with Will." It wasn't a lie and that was important. You did not want to lie to Alice more than you had to. She smiled and shook her head as she bopped you on the nose. "You gotta leave the boy wanting more, make him crave spending time with you. I say tonight you should come with us to the bar and let him fend for himself for a night." You wanted to protest, didn't want to give up a night with Billy, but realized how insane you would sound if you tried to bow out. Besides, she had a point. And more importantly, you would like to spend time with your friends as well. The two of you agreed to meet at your usual haunt and went your separate ways. It was your night to cook so you stopped at a store and grabbed some sandwiches before you headed home. When you walked in, Billy had the radio playing music while he read another one of your books. A few piles of clothes were on the coffee table, including the clothes of his that you had washed for him. "This book is horrible and I feel sorry that it was forced on unsuspecting college students." You looked up from where you were putting the sandwiches and read the title. You had to agree, it was a horrible book. "Actually I read it in high school." At Billy's apologetic grunt, you rolled your eyes and lifted one of the sandwiches to show him. "I got these at the store. I know it's my turn to cook but Alice asked me to come out with them tonight and since I didn't go last weekend, I didn't want to say no again." Billy stood up and approached you. He pulled the sandwich from your hand and put it back down on the counter. "I don’t want you to forsake your friends just because I'm here. You should go out with your friends and enjoy yourself." This he said as he grabbed your hand. You squeezed his fingers before you glanced at the clock. "I need to get ready," you muttered as you headed off to your room, grabbing the clothes off of the coffee table as you walked past. While you looked through your usual "out with friends" outfits, you found yourself feeling bold. You grabbed a dress that was a little tighter than you usually wore, dark purple and curve hugging. Then you pulled on a pair of sheer tights that, according to Alice, made your legs look like they never ended. You did your makeup light and tousled your hair rather than wasting extra time to tame it. You grabbed a white scarf and pulled on your boots before you looked at yourself in the mirror on your closet door. Whatever look you were going for, you felt confident that Billy would appreciate the outcome. You pulled the dress down a little and did a little shimmy to make sure nothing would pop out if you decided to dance and then headed into the living room. As you grabbed your jacket, you caught a quiet exhaled explitive from behind you. When you turned around, worried that something was wrong, you saw that Billy was simply staring at you. "Uh, does it look okay?" You looked down at yourself and then back at Billy. He surveyed you from head to toe and then back up until he was looking into your eyes. You felt your stomach flip at the look in his eyes and forced yourself to smile. "You look amazing sweetheart." You blushed and turned to put on your jacket and he was right behind you to help you slide your arms in. When you turned around he took the scarf and wound it loosely around your neck. The boots gave you a few inches but he was still taller than you so you looked up at him and tried to force yourself to breathe. The look he gave you was pure intensity, a promise of what could happen if you stayed. Instead you forced yourself to look away and grab your purse. You made sure you had everything you needed and moved to the door. "We're just going to a bar down the street. I'll probably be back in a couple of hours but I'll have my phone if..." and you left it hanging because he knew the drill by now. Billy tugged your jacket closed and bent down as if he was going to place his lips on yours and while you held your breath, he simply hovered there for a moment before he turned and kissed your cheek. "Have a good evening Y/N." Even as the door shut behind you and you were headed to the bar, you felt as if you were floating rather than walking. Every nerve ending was aflame and all you wanted to do was stalk back into your apartment, throw these ridiculous clothes onto the floor and kiss that man until neither of you could breathe. Your restraint was thin and if Billy kept doing what he could to blow holes in it, you would end up doing something you might regret. Or worse, something you definitely wouldn't regret. Your friends were already at the bar, Alice and Kim and a few others from the office. Evan was off to the side with one of the men that worked with Alice and you were careful not to look at him. Alice let out a wolf whistle when she saw you. "Damn Y/N, you are looking to turn heads tonight." At your blush she gasped and pointed an accusing finger at you. "You're going to see Will later, aren't you?" Instead of answering you flagged down the nearest bartender and requested a beer. As it was slid to you, a guy named Mark asked Alice to dance and she forgot that she was bugging you about your relationship status. Somewhere between that first beer and the second round of shots, you took your jacket and scarf off and loosened up. Alice and a girl named Jenifer dragged you onto the floor and everyone danced to whatever music was pumped through the jukebox. At some point you checked your phone and saw that it was getting late, close to midnight. You'd lost track of time with your friends and while usually that wasn't an issue, you usually didn't have Billy Russo waiting for you at home. "I've gotta go guys, I gotta go!" Alice caught your mumbling and helped you into your jacket while you paid your tab. "Give 'im hell Y/N!" Half the bar shouted it as well because Alice had told everyone who would listen that you, the girl who hasn't dated in over a year, had a guy waiting for you. You laughed and tried not to trip as you walked out of the bar, scarf tied around your neck. The cold air sobered you up just enough for the walk home. You lived only three blocks from the bar so you got home faster than you thought and were soon struggling with your keys to get into your apartment. When the door finally opened, you exclaimed "Hah!" as if it was hindering you on purpose. "Y/N?" You turned and saw Billy on the couch, a small smile on his lips as you shut the door behind yourself. You took off your scarf and jacket and tried to hang them up but they just crumpled onto the floor. "Hiya Billy boy." You heard a laugh behind you and then Billy bent down to grab the items and actually hang them up on the hooks next to the door. "Oh you're very drunk." You laughed a little too loud and shook your head until you felt a little dizzy. Billy stood there with his arms crossed, propped against the wall, a grin on his lips that made you want to either hit him or kiss him. Instead you copied him and stuck your tongue out at him. "I had a few and yes I am probably a little gone, but I walked here and I'm fine." You could tell you were rambling and Billy frowned and leaned forward to touch your elbow. "Do you often walk home from the bar when you're drunk at midnight sweetheart?" He started to lead you to the couch but you spun out of his grip and went over to your iPod dock. You flicked through some of the songs on the the playlist until you found one that made you want to dance*. You kicked your boots off and slipped around in your stockings. At first you just swayed around the room, hips moving as you bobbed around. Billy smiled and watched you but you weren't having any of that. Instead of letting him just watch, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to you. The song was pretty upbeat so you moved around him until he rolled his eyes and began to move with you. One thing you were good at, especially after some alcohol, was dancing in a way that kept a guy's eyes on you. You felt Billy's hands on your hips and waist, hot and tight against the fabric of your dress, even as you pressed close to him and moved your hips against him. Maybe it was the alcohol or the music or just being this close to Billy but you were sure that same look from before, the intensity that set your blood on fire, was back. And the song slowly faded out and was replaced with something slower**. You moved to pull away but Billy pulled you back. He wrapped your arms around his shoulders and wrapped his hands around waist. His hands pressed into the small of your back and he used that to pull you closer, one of his legs almost between yours to make room. Staring at him was getting to be too much so you leaned your head down until it was pressed against his chest and the two of you swayed back and forth slowly. The lyrics were soft and romantic and you couldn't help how you gripped tighter at his neck. You wanted this for real; wanted to be able to come home to him and dance around your shitty apartment with him and cook dinner with him. You wanted him and you had no idea how to tell him that, not sure how he would react. You pulled your head back to look at him and Billy stared down, eyes dark. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest and you decided that it was now or never. "Billy, I..." and then you leaned up to press your mouth to his. He responded immediately, crushing you to him and letting your mouths move together as you gripped at his arm, his back, his hair. Whatever it took to pull him closer to you, to let him know that you wanted this. That you needed it. When you pulled away to catch your breath, Billy simply bent his head and kissed down your neck until he could nip at your collarbone. You curled a leg around his hips and could feel his reaction to the kiss. "Bedroom," The word almost felt ripped from your vocal cords, voice rough as you gasped it out. He looked at you and when you were sure he was about to ask if you were sure, you leaned forward and licked into his mouth for a few moments. "Please Billy." It was enough. He grabbed your thighs and hoisted you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom, the curtain falling behind you as you did. As he dropped down on the bed, your body still wrapped around him, you never wanted the night to end.

The songs that I imagined when I was writing this (and actually are a lot of the inspiration around the last few chapters anyways):

*Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran

**Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur.

Part 10.5 aka “the smut”

Part 11

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