#he hears you come through the bedroom door and just smiles

[killerlookz]

hiiiii i adore your writing soooo sooo much!! i was literally dancing in my room to joosts music and i thought of a new fic idea:3 can you write something where Joost comes back home and the reader is dancing to his songs in their apartment, the reader doesnt notice him at first, completely in the moment and when they do, they get all embarrassed and its all fluff and cute??(((:

awww this is so cute <33 ty sm anon!!!

Dance With Me? | Joost Klein

content: gn! reader, no warnings rlly! just fluff :-) the song in question for this fic is Joost Klein 2 btw!

word count: 1.2k(just a wee little blurb!)

Sundays had always been your least favorite day of the week, a bleak reminder that the hours of the weekend were waning and you'd have to return to the monotony of the weekdays. Perhaps the worst part of Sundays was that they were your designated cleaning day, you would much prefer spending your last day free from work lazing on the couch or curled up in bed, but instead, once again you found yourself bouncing around your apartment straightening up whatever cleaning you had left unfinished throughout the week.

The silence of your empty apartment had been getting to you, bored out of your mind as you stood on a chair to dust off a bookshelf. The only thing you figured that would this slightly more tolerable was music at least the apartment wouldn't be so damn quiet.

You hop down from the chair, scurrying into the living room to turn on your speakers. It wasn't long until music was flowing into the apartment, loud, and probably obnoxious to the neighbors, but it hadn't been late enough to warrant a noise complaint- so they would just have to deal with it for now.

Among the many plusses of having a musician for a boyfriend, you had to admit being in possession of a stellar stereo system was definitely one of them. You had been able to hear the music just as perfectly as you pranced back into your bedroom, not exactly eager to get back to cleaning.

Though it would seem not much cleaning would get done after that point, more focused on the music than any of the tasks you had at hand.

"Joost Klein maar m'n stack die is groot!" You sang along with the lyrics that boomed over the speaker. Another plus of having a musician boyfriend was that he was a damn good musician., "De regering zoekt mij, maar ze vinden me nooit!"

You had found yourself jumping around to the music, a smile pressed onto your face as you swayed your head back and forth in time to the beat.

Still jumping, your arms in the air you start to spin around when suddenly the breath is knocked out of you at the sight of a figure in the doorway to your bedroom. Your body grows rigid, stopping dead in your tracks as your mind races to the worst-case scenario.

Luckily it hadn't exactly been the worst-case scenario, as your eyes focused and you were able to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks, clearly amused, "I was enjoying your performance. I think you might put me out of a job."

"Joost!" Your voice is sharp like you're scolding him for being in his own home. Your eyes widen at the shock, not having expected him to be home, much less having even heard him walk through the door, "I thought you said you'd be running errands all day."

Embarrassment begins to grow on your face, your eyes refusing to meet Joost's, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips as your body grows hot.

"I've actually been gone awhile," He chuckles, "I finished my errands."

"Hmm," You hum, looking down at your feet, "Time flies." You mumble.

"It does when you're having fun, which you looked to be having." Joost muses, an eyebrow-raising behind the thick rims of his glasses.

"Cleaning was getting boring," You shrug, still refusing to make eye contact out of sheer embarrassment.

Joost can clearly sense your unease as his smile still rests on his face, beginning to bob his head up and down, slowly walking towards you with some grove in his step,

"Maar ik blijf Joost en ik bleef in de derde zitten," Joost lowly sings along to his own voice over the speaker, his movements becoming livelier as he gets closer to you, "Soms haat ik kittens en haat ik ook science-fiction."

He grabs your hands, as to ask you to dance with him, but you're reluctant, only holding his hands in front of him as he dances on his own continuing to sing along to his own song.

"C'mon," He urges, "Dance with me?" An exaggerated pout rests on his lips as he stares down at you with big, blue, puppy-dog eyes. You can't exactly resist that look, slowly stepping back and forth to appease his request.

He pulls at your arms as he jumps up and down to the music, just about forcing you to move with more excitement, your embarrassment quickly subsiding as Joost dances in a manner similar to how you had been just moments prior.

"Joost Klein maar m'n stack die is groot!" Eventually, the two of you are singing, bouncing up and down in sync with each other and you can't believe you had ever been embarrassed in front of Joost in the first place. It had seemed so trivial now that the two of you danced together, after four years together you were sure you had seen each other in much more embarrassing situations, you knew better, that he would never pass any judgment on you, "De regering zoekt mij, maar ze vinden me nooit!" You practically yell to each other, oversized grins burned into both of your faces.

The song soon fades out, allowing for a song that wasn't Joost's to start playing.

"You've got some good music taste," Joost teases, the two of your movements dying down.

"Meh," You shrug, "Joost is kind of mid, I think Ski Aggu is better,"

Joost clicks his tongue, shaking his head in joking disapproval,

"You're lucky you're cute." A kiss is pressed against your forehead. The small gesture leaves you with butterflies in your stomach, despite the length of time the pair of you had been together, every touch from him seemed to feel like you were falling in love for the first time all over again.

"You get much cleaning done?" He pulls back

You look around the bedroom, the bed still unmade, clothes strewn upon your dresser, various items scattered around your desk. You feel yourself becoming stressed again at the task ahead of you.

"Not quite." You respond sheepishly, you sigh, "I should probably-"

"It can wait, relax, liefje," Joost cuts you off, "I think we should continue our little dance party."

"Easy for you to say when you've gotten everything you need to get done today,"

"Hmm," Joost puckers his lips, twisting his face into an expression that makes it obvious he's thinking, "How about..." He trails off for a moment, inching closer to you, "You stay here and dance with me, and I'll clean the whole apartment while you're at work tomorrow."

It's an easy proposition to accept, not having to clean? Fine by you.

"Deal?" He asks, smiling down at you.

"Deal," You quickly nod.

"Eh," he holds up a finger, "We need to seal the deal."

You raise your eyebrows up at him, waiting for what he's going to say next,

"You gotta give me a kiss to seal our deal,"

You giggle, standing up on your tip toes, placing both of your hands on Joost's shoulders as you reach up to press your lips to his.

He's quick to kiss you back, resting his hands on your waist as he engages you in a soft, passionate kiss.

"Okay," He nods, "Now it's a deal."

[uzurakis]

coming to terms with gojo satoru. well, it’s not like you can escape from him, no?

you slammed the bedroom door behind you as you barged in. feeling angry tears rise up in your eyes, you leaned against the door and tried to catch your breath. moments later, you hear a soft knock on the door. “hey, love, can we talk?” gojo’s voice is muffled but gentle.

no way, you say in your head. a little space won’t hurt for a while, right? “go away, satoru,” you snapped.

“aw, come on, don’t be like that,” he says, a teasing lilt in his voice. “i didn’t mean to upset you. i just love seeing you all riled up. it’s cute.”

“well, it’s not cute to me,” you retort, voice cracking slightly. “do you know how it feels to watch you ‘jokingly’ flirt with other women all the time?”

there’s a brief silence before gojo responds, sounding more serious. “i didn’t realize it hurt you that much. i just thought… i don’t know, it was harmless fun.”

“harmless fun?” you repeat, incredulous. “it doesn’t feel harmless to me, satoru. it feels like you don’t respect me or even our relationship.”

you hear a sigh from the other side of the door. “i’m really sorry, love. i never wanted to make you feel that way. i guess i just have a weird way of showing my affection.”

“oh, you think?” you say, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“open the door, love, pweasee,” gojo pleads, his tone lightening. “let me make it up to you. i promise, pinky promise. no more flirting with other women. just you and me, you hear me from behind there?”

you hesitate for a moment, then slowly unlock the door and open it. gojo is standing there, a mischievous smile on his face. his tall frame fills the doorway, and you have to tilt your head up slightly to meet his cerulean eyes. “hey,” he says softly.

“hey,” you reply, still feeling a bit hurt but willing to hear him out.

he steps closer, winking playfully. “you know, i never thought i’d see the day where you’d lock me out. do i really look that good when i’m flirting?”

“stop it,” you grumble, though the corner of your lips betrays a small smile. “stop making insufferable jokes, satoru.”

“i know, i know,” he says, holding up his hands in pretend surrender. “but you have to admit, it’s kind of fun seeing you all fired up. your jealous face is just so… cute.”

“not helping,” you warn, though your voice has softened.

he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “you know i only have eyes for you, right? those other women don’t even come close to what we have.”

you sigh, leaning into his touch despite yourself. “you really need to find a better way to show your affection.”

“how about i start with this?” he pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you securely. “i’m all yours, no flirting, i promise.”

“hmm,” you ponder, feeling the tension begin to melt away. “just… don’t do it again, alright?”

“scout’s honor,” he says, holding up three fingers in a mock salute, then immediately winking. gojo’s usual playful self shining through. “you were never a scout, satoru,” you say, finally smiling.

“details, details,” he dismisses, pulling you closer. “but seriously, i’m all yours.”

you wrap your arms around him, feeling the warmth and comfort you craved. “all mine,” you repeat softly, burying your face in his chest. “just remember that or i’ll seriously kill you.”

“always,” he murmurs into your hair. “and just for the record, i’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you.”

“flattery will get you everywhere, gojo satoru.” you tease back.

“good to know,” he laughs, giving you a gentle squeeze. “because i’m never letting you go.”

@uzurakis

[billskeis]

˖ ࣪ ⟢ bill doesn’t think he’s a good fuck

looking at the screen in disbelief, replays the video as to bill’s ex girlfriend live streaming the announcements to why she broke up with her boyfriend, ‘why did i dump my sexy boyfriend..? because he was bad at sex!!!’ as voices around the class continue to mumble so loud that their secrets were no longer secrets. a pat to comfort his broken spirit, tom, gustav and georg stood by their lead singer.

“don’t listen to her bill, i mean, i know your dick isn’t as big as mine but surely you can’t be that bad!” tom exclaims, georg and gustav stare at the dread-headed boy in disbelief to his attempts in comforting his younger brother, “really helpful tom, are you serious??” georg spews but bill himself doesn’t even seem to be listening to him.

blood and thoughts rush to his head as be begins to feel dizzy, her agonizing voice booming through his head as a reminder as to that the multiple times they’ve done it, she’s never felt good. it was all, fake, and inevitably, all for nothing. how could she?? georg and gustav echo in the back of his head as they call her an attention whore who’s just looking for trouble, but again, bill can’t help but scroll through the comments of how lame of a ‘boyfriend’ he was.

“try not to let her get to yer head mr. sexy ex boyfriend, you deserve way better than this—oh, we gotta go now?? see’ya later bill!”

gustav leans to look down at bill’s face who sulks at his cellphone, quickly leaving as the three boys now have to leave for basketball practice. shutting his phone off and slamming it onto the wooden desk, bill remain seated in the classroom where bodies begin to dissipate in the academic environment at the sound of the school bell ringing for the end of the day. maybe he should just stay home tomorrow, he thought, or for the rest of the week, or for like, forever.

a tap on your shoulder causes you to turn to the figure that stood behind you, “hey y/n,”

with a smile, you hug the baggy-clothed figure. “tom! what’s up? where’s bill?” with a heavy sigh, tom looks at the floor, licks his lips and looks back to you, “that’s exactly why i’m here. bill hasn’t come out of his room in days. he’s missed more school than i have, can you believe that?? i mean, we knew that his lazy ass would’ve loved to skip to stay home, but he never actually followed through, d’ya think you could go see him? he won’t talk to me.”

you tilt your head in confusion, “if he won’t even talk to his own brother what makes you think that he’ll talk to his neighbour?”

“i-i don’t know, out of courtesy i guess? i know he’d hate it if he were ever rude to you, considering that you’ve helped us ever since we were young.. he’s always listened to you. just, please, give it a try? his morale has been down ever since the breakup,” and you’ve definitely heard of it, who didn’t. that crazy bitch of an ex had no hesitation in streaming the whole thing for the world to see, for even his previous ex’s before him decided to also come out about the same ‘problem.’ poor bill, you thought. you made a mental note to go to his house right after school.

with a knock to his bedroom door, school had finally ended and you made your way to the kaulitz household before going back to your own home to finally talk some spirit back into bill! greeting ms.kaulitz, she eagerly let you in with a pinch of your cheek and a thanks for trying to help her son out, mentioning that she can’t keep him home for any longer before he can’t graduate highschool.

“bill? hey, it’s me. can ya let me in? i need to talk to you,” but you were met with silence.

standing in front of his door, still, you waited, and waited. five minutes passed before you finally decided to give up and think that maybe he’s finally cracked and you were no longer able to provide him the comfort you and him were always used to. that is, until, you hear the creak of a door opening, implicitly inviting you into bill’s private space. widening the gap of his door, you’re met with your best friend, sat in his bed, wearing sweatpants and a slim fit greenday tee, messy hair and without makeup.

he hasn’t been crying, but his face is visible with glum, “hi y/n..” his voice, soft and quiet. you make your way toward his bed and plop yourself beside him, awkwardly hugging him.

“tom’s told me you’ve been missing school. c’mon. you’re gonna really let her get to you that bad?”

he sits there, just listening as you begin to ramble, explaining to him how you knew she was a bad person from the start. that she only really wanted him for the fame and if he was really that bad at sex? she as a good girlfriend would look past that and just love him for him, but she didn’t. biting his nails, he chips away at the black and white polish that adorned his fingers. you notice this, and immediately grab his hands away, intertwining your fingers with his and placing both your hands in your lap.

“—stop that. but anyways, it’s unbelievable!! like, i can’t believe that despite how long you’ve dated, she has the fucking gall to go and say that. and even worse, say it in public?? like are you kidding me?? what a bitch..”

and bill almost laughs, because you never swear. not in the many years that you’ve known him, and you made a promise to yourself that you never would. but today, of all days, had just become he day you broke that promise. who knew, that even although this wasn’t your relationship, you were angry. angrier than bill, THE ex-boyfriend. smiling, he appreciated you getting angry for him.

“is that a smile i see?” you tease, “in your dreams.. but, do you think she’s right?”

“right about what?”

“about me being bad at sex,”

“o-oh, uh, i haven’t actually thought about that y’know? being friends and all it isn’t really something that’s on my mind..”

“i have.”

“you what?”

“i’ve thought about it. about you. have been. for the past days, actually,” he brings a hand to caress the backside of your neck, that soon pushes your head closer to his so he can press a kiss onto your lips. already flustered, you use an arm to gently push away his body, that only fights back to be closer to you.

“bill.. we shouldn’t, you just got out of a relationship and—”

“please, schatzi, i wanna prove it to the world.. indulge me just this once ‘kay?”

“hnn.. bill, you’re taking too long..” you wail, sopping cunt that prettily sits above the pudgy tip of bill’s cock. you straddle his lap as you try to push yourself down onto his length but he only holds your hips still. “patience, baby. tryna savour every moment that we have together, ‘m trying here y’know, holdin’ myself back to reallyyy prove that i’m as good as a fuck that she doesn’t say i am.”

seconds pass that feel like agonizing hours, bill finally slides his length into your cunt, the shape of your walls perfectly moulding to his shape. bill’s pupils dilate at the sight of how you just swallow him whole, hugging his cock as you feel every pulse of him inside of you, “can i move?”

nodding, bill guides your body up and down him, slick already leaking onto his lap as he gropes onto your tit, squeezing the flesh to his liking, a needy hum eliciting from your lips. he stared, and stared, and wholeheartedly admired at how pliable your body was within his touch, bad at sex? yeah right.

“so pretty..” a low groan escapes as he brings his mouth to your chest, tongue swirling against the hard and sensitive bud, leaving you to entangle a grip into his hair, bringing his head closer to your body than it already his. “f-fuck bill, you feel, amaz—ah—amazing..” as he looks up to you from down below, he smirks as he nips on your chest, already tainted with hickeys you didn’t even know were there in such a short amount of time.

“yeah? feelin’ good princess? we’re more compatible than you probably thought so..” he’s talking about earlier, about how you never thought that you would ever have fornication with one of your best friends, “eeeek..! t-that’s because you had a girlfriend!! it’d be wrong to..”

a conflicted hum falls onto your ears, “considering that.. isn’t it also wrong how you’re circling your hips onto mine?? wouldn’t it be wrong that you just can’t help but fuck yourself deeper onto me while also complain that we’re ‘just friends?’” and you can’t help but feel as though bill is right. you’re just as bad as he is with how you continue to bounce on his cock, tongue lolled out for him to collect all the saliva that threatens to spill out of your mouth.

tongues dancing in harmony while your hips move in sync, the both of you chase your orgasms, “h-hahh.. y/n.. s’know what? am i bad as a fuck as she thinks i am..?” and you shake your head, you shake your head as bill begins to relentlessly thrust his cock to bully your cervix and body into total and utter submission, a pulse of electric pleasure surges through your body.

and he frowns to your lack of verbal response, a shake of the head isn’t enough. why won’t you say something? he wonders and wonders, and his wondering has led him to continues thrust as you bitch and moan from pressure of his mushroom tip that abuses the sensitive cunt that’s now his to please. “answer me, liebe.”

it feels dirty, it feels wrong. but the overpowering feeling of sex overpowers such thoughts, bill kisses your sweaty forehead as he awaits your answer. and you want to, trust me! you really do want to answer his question, this was the whole reason you decided to show up to his bedroom door, isn’t it?

“shit, gonna cum bill, wait—”

“but you haven’t” thrust. “answered” thrust. “my” thrust. “question :(.”

“yes!!”

“yes what, baby?” bill goads onto you as he brings the pad of his thumb to rub circles onto your clit, “say it.”

“you are a good fuck!! oh my god—” in an attempts to speak, all you manage to squeak out a short and sweet sentence. complete bliss clouding your mind as you begin to see white. however, bill doesn’t seem completely satisfied with your answer as he curls his arms tighter around your body, the slapping sound of skin growing louder by the second, “and what else?”

“makin’ me feel s’good! ah! i’m gonna come on this cock!! this cock that’s—mmngh—making me feel like i’m in heaven! oh..! oh thank you, thank you—thank you bill..!”

“that’s right, i am a good fuck aren’t i baby?”

hai guys , i’m back :3 bee tee dubz the setting takes place in highschool but everyone is of age ^_^

will i be active?? maybe not .. i have sm reqs to do and i’ll try to get em out asap , no promises tho <3 i love you all , and i guess i’m not ready to leave yet . see you next post !

[estellan0vella]

Nut Sack? No. Nut SMACK! ❀ includes: Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna, & Toji (Requested) Combined drabble and SMAU 2 Requests combined

You and Satoru are playfully sparring in the living room, laughter echoing off the walls. His brilliant blue eyes twinkle with mischief as he pretends to lunge at you, and you dodge just in time, your reflexes quick but not quite quick enough. In a flurry of movement, your knee comes up a bit too fast and a bit too high.

Satoru’s eyes widen, and he doubles over, a groan escaping his lips. You freeze, horror dawning as you realize what you’ve done. "Oh my god, I’m so sorry!" you squeak, backing away. But the damage is done, and his pained expression makes it clear he needs a moment.

Panic sets in. Without thinking, you turn and bolt out of the living room, your heart pounding in your chest. Behind you, you hear Satoru groan and mutter something, but you don’t dare look back. You sprint down the hallway, your feet barely touching the ground as you make a beeline for the bedroom. Slamming the door behind you, you dive under the bed, hoping the sheets will hide you from his impending wrath.

You’re in the kitchen, playfully teasing Kento Nanami as he finishes preparing dinner. He chuckles, setting the knife down and turning to face you, eyes twinkling with amusement. You decide to be a bit mischievous, lightly tapping his knee with your foot. But your aim goes astray, and you accidentally kick him in the groin.

Kento’s face twists in surprise and pain as he lets out a low groan, doubling over slightly. Your eyes widen in horror, a mix of guilt and panic washing over you.

"Oh my god, Kento, I’m so sorry!" you gasp, your voice high-pitched with shock.

Without thinking, you dart out of the kitchen, sprinting down the hallway. You can hear him calling your name, a mix of exasperation and amusement lacing his tone, but you don’t stop. You dash into the bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind you and diving under the covers of the bed.

You lay there, heart pounding, ears straining to catch any sound of him following. The bedroom door creaks open, and you hold your breath, hoping the blankets conceal you enough.

Kento’s footsteps are soft but deliberate as he approaches. “Hiding, are we?” he murmurs, his voice gentle and teasing. You feel the bed dip as he sits down on the edge, his hand gently pulling the covers away from your face.

You peek up at him, biting your lip. Despite the lingering pain, he’s smiling softly, eyes warm. “You know,” he says, a hint of a laugh in his voice, “I can’t exactly stay mad at you.”

Relief floods through you, and you reach out, grabbing his hand. “I really am sorry,” you whisper.

He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “I know,” he replies, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Just... maybe aim better next time?”

You both laugh, the tension dissipating as he pulls you into a gentle hug.

As you and Sukuna are playfully wrestling on the couch, a sudden movement catches you off guard. In an unfortunate twist, your elbow connects with a sensitive area. Sukuna gasps sharply, his hand instinctively clutching the spot. "Ouch!" he groans, his voice strained. You freeze, horrified by your accidental blow.

Apologies rush from your lips as you retreat, cheeks flushing crimson. "I'm so sorry, Sukuna! I didn't mean to—"

But Sukuna's grimace morphs into a mischievous smirk. "You'll pay for that," he warns playfully, eyes glinting with amusement.

With a nervous laugh, you bolt from the living room, seeking refuge in the safety of the bedroom. Your heart races as you hide behind the door, waiting for Sukuna's inevitable retaliation.

You're playfully tossing a pillow across the room, aiming for the couch where your boyfriend Toji Fushiguro lounges. But the throw goes awry, and the pillow smacks him right in the groin. Toji lets out a pained groan, doubling over, clutching his sensitive area.

You gasp, your eyes widening in horror as you realize what you've done. "Toji, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

He grunts in response, still trying to recover from the unexpected blow. But before he can retaliate, you bolt from the room, fleeing to the safety of the bedroom. Your heart races with a mix of guilt and amusement, knowing you've inadvertently unleashed Toji's wrath.

From the other room, you hear Toji's voice, low and menacing. "You better start running, sweetheart. Revenge is coming for you."

You dive under the covers, stifling giggles as you await his inevitable pursuit.

[44st4rs]

Just thinking back on the time you and Nanami celebrated his promotion.

✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀—cw: 1k, wife!reader, semi-public, no protection, p in v, self indulgent

He called you abruptly in the middle of the day, his tone being perkier than normal. When you picked up the call, you could feel that grin spread thin across his face as he spoke.

You giggled at his upbeat mood, telling him that you’ll come by for a much-needed lunch to celebrate. Once the call was ended and you strolled into the stock-piled closet, an idea began to muse you, something that would throw Nanami over the end. 

The soft click of your sleek black heels chimed against the beige tile flooring of the office, the path leading toward Nanami’s newly assigned office. It was of quaint size, the space equaling to that of an adolescent child’s bedroom.

You kept your bag close by your legs, shielding the way the snug sage green dress rode up along your plush thighs. You knew stray eyes found their way to meet your figure, but little they knew, you had more of a surprise for their newly placed boss. 

With the lacing of your dainty fingertips around the cold metal knob, you push the door open, an innocent smile appearing on your features. He had his own space, free to fill it with all his wants and needs. 

Why couldn’t that include you as well?

“Hey Ken, or should I say...new Chief of Staff?” you teased, gently closing the door behind you. He stood from behind his desk, motioning to join his side with a blushing smirk. “Hi Princess, don’t tell me you got all fancy for me?” he cooed, pressing a kiss onto your plump lips. 

“Sit down, I got you something!” you announced, urging for Nanami to settle back into his seat. A faint blush graced his cheeks, the kind gesture acting as the source for the adorable reaction. 

“Aw, you didn’t have to, I think lunch is honestly all I want as a gift,” he assured, raking through his blonde locks to calm himself.  You stood behind his seat, overlooking the new surroundings. Leaning over the rim of the swivel chair, you couldn’t help but giggle, waiting to see your husband’s flustered face brought about the haste of adrenaline through your veins. 

“Look at what I got you, it’s inside my bag,” you gushed, placing the leather purse on his lap. Nanami pried the flaps apart, his eyes settling onto the mystery item with such bewilderment. 

You played to peer down to see what could have struck Nanami in quite the manner. 

Just a silky pair of red panties. 

“Princes! Are you telling me you're-” he began frantically, but your arms draped along his shoulders, he was caught under your spell. Your manicured fingertips ran along the soft cotton fabric of his lavender dress shirt, pulling out that rare whimper trapped in Nanami's chest.

With your glossed lips gently nipping at the curve of his ear, you whispered the only words Nanami needed to hear.

“Guess you should find out for yourself...right, Honey?”

Those taunting words are exactly what led to this moment, clothes were thrown about, chests desperate for air and the room drowning the room in the amorous atmosphere.

Nanami laid you atop his desk, back arching off the hard surface with each drag of his thumping cock along your walls. He was just as needy for a release as you were, deeming it the only way to ring in the new beginnings of success by filling your cunt with his scent. 

 His face sank within the crook of your neck, decorating the skin in gentle pecks and bites. It was filthy in Nanami’s opinion, just a few hours into the position and already stained the space with him and his wife’s heated intimacy.

The lewd squelching of your tight slit struggling to hold in Nanami’s girth brought a lick of sadistic amusement to his senses. In some instances, he’d stall his movements altogether, burying himself inside your cunt to adjust to his shape. 

“Fuck, you’re such a damn tease, now I gotta fuck you on this shiny new desk,” he rasped, his breath heating up the velvety tract of your throat. You couldn’t even bother with a response, not with the way your eyes found refuge in the back of your skull and your tongue limp from flooding the room with your mewls. He admired the precious sight, his mind etching your current state into his mind. 

Nanami’s grip around your waist was firm, his nails clipping into the mass. Each plunge of his length left your legs twitching for more, the embracing warmth of your cunt taking Nanami in deeper than his own driving force could. The head of his cock pressed the tenderest of kisses along your sweet spot, the pooling pit of an orgasm tittering at you. 

“Oh fuuuuck, ’m so close, Ken!” your hands clawing at the tensed muscles of Nanami’s forearm. He drew away from your marked neck, overlooking your body. His head was tossed back, a hiss of relieving bliss filled his own physique. Nanami wasn’t far off, the heavy buildup overwhelming him at last. 

“You better put those pretty panties back on, I don’t want a single drop to be wasted, understand,” he griped, grinding his hips at an ungodly pace to coax both your bodies to come undone. You nodded frantically, small babbles of compliance spewing from your spit-ridden lips. 

“That’s a good girl,” Nanami grinned, using the fleeting bits of his energy to slam the heavy length of his cock inside your walls, the pornographic white hues of his seed flooding your womb. You clenched around him, the rush of your own release melding in with Nanami’s. An inaudible shrill left from out your lips. Your head fell back, resting between the space of your shoulder blades. 

Nanami dropped into his seat, pulling himself from your relishing walls. He reached into your bag for the pair of panties, sliding the thin material up your quivering legs. Before resting them snug around your hips, Nanami brought his lips to your fluttering cunt, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on the twitching bud with a message of gratitude. 

“Best. Gift. Ever. Thank you so much, Gorgeous.”

[chaossturns]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝚰𝐍𝐄 | 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝚰𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝚰𝐎𝐋𝐎

synopsis: you and Chris (boyfriend) attend a party, but what happens when he sees you being friendly with another guy?

“you come here, i’ll knock your pussy out the damn frame." - brent faiyaz

jealous!dom!chris x poc!reader

warnings: fingering, eating it from da back , oral (fem!receiving) , p in v , unprotected sex (you don’t want that late text , that “i think i'm late” text) , slight choking , alcohol, overstimulation , safeword (mentioned but not used) , spanking, and swearing

a/n: first time doing a chris pov , but i hope y’all enjoy babes 💋 also join the taglist !

word count: 1.7k

not proofread

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The noise of makeup products and brushes could be heard clattering from the bathroom, Chris peeking his head out checking on your progress since you had to leave soon. 

“You almost done mama?” he asks as you finish putting on your setting spray. 

“Yeah almost, I just have to put my shoes on, then I’m done.” you say, stepping away from your vanity and walking over to the standing mirror in the corner of the room, where lies your shoes for tonight. 

You bend over, slipping your shoes on, tying them as well. But as you're doing so, you hear Chris’ footsteps inch closer to you. He comes behind you and pretends to give you backshots in the mirror. 

“Boy if you don’t stop!” You tell him, laughing as you return to a standing position. 

“I can’t help it ma, you look so good.” he says, as he hugs you from behind and plants kisses on your neck. You pull away, spraying on some perfume and grabbing a purse for tonight.

“C’mon Chris we have to go.” you say as you reach your bedroom door, walking down the steps to reach your front door. Chris simply follows behind, shutting the bedroom door behind him. He walks before you and opens the door for you, flashing a smile in his direction as you head to the car. 

You both reach the car, and Chris hops into the front seat as you sit in the passenger. Starting the car, he pulls out your driveway, making the trek towards the party. You sat there quietly scrolling through instagram as Chris’s hand rubs your thigh while driving.

You guys arrive at the party, the music being heard from the outside as people are congrating and laughing. Chris parks the car in an open spot on the side of the street, wanting to get out immediately, itching to get some alcohol into your system. 

Chris gets out of the car first, you slowly follow after. When you get out Chris notices your ass peeking out of your skirt, now slightly wishing you didn’t wear it. 

“Baby pull your skirt down, your ass is showing.” he says into your ear, causing you to shrug your shoulders as you continue walking. Chris slips his arm around your waist, pulling you protectively against his side. 

Upon entering the house, all corners of the house are severely crowded, the loud music being heard over the loud voices. You peel yourself away from Chris, making your way into the kitchen while looking for something to drink. 

You find a bottle of Don Julio on the counter, pouring it into a red solo cup, and downing it in one go. You turn around and face the dining room, seeing a face staring dead at, slowly licking his lips. As you send him a quick smile, you don’t expect him to walk over. 

He approaches you , the smell of his cologne filling the lining of your nose.

“Hey beautiful.” he says , the diamonds in his ears twinkling underneath the low light.

“Hello.” you reply back , slightly smiling as he looks you up and down.

“You wanna dance?” he asks , his arm leisurely wrapping across your waist. You nodded your head yes , pouring more Don Julio into your cup. You followed this man, knowing Chris was watching you the entire time.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I watched her as she shamelessly whined and grinded next to this man , being all touchy with him as if i’m nonexistent.

I clenched my jaw , my grip becoming tighter on my cup , taking the last swig before throwing it in the trash. I kept my eyes on her at all times, making sure this freak wouldn’t try any shit.

But the way she was moving had me hypnotized, my dick pushing against my jeans , becoming aroused. I leaned farther into the wall, watching him put his hands around her hips, helping them sway back and forth.

That’s when I decided I had enough, enough of her acting like I was invisible. I strutted my way through the crowd, not caring if I had pushed or hurt anybody in my way. When I reached her, I grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the man.

I led her to the bathroom, locking the door behind me, and placing her roughly on top of the counter.

“Chris what the fuck, I was having fun.” She whined, blowing out breath after. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. , telling me she wasn’t fully sober.

“That was fun?” I questioned, her nodding her head yes in agreement.

“Well it wasn’t fucking fun for me.” I said, grasping her neck with my right hand, lightly applying some pressure.

“Seeing him touch what’s mine was killing me.” I stated, slowly trailing kisses down from her lips, to her jaw, and down her neck.

“Guess we’ll have to show who you belong to , hm?” I question, taking my head from out of her neck, and making her look into my eyes.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕

“Guess we’ll have to show who you belong to ,hm?” Chris questions , taking his head out of my neck, and making me look deeply into his eyes.

“Turn around and face the mirror.” Chris demands, you comply quickly. He lifts your skirt up, revealing your black laced thong. 

“You like making me jealous, baby?” He questions, caressing your ass while doing so.

“No.” you say, your tone coming out shaky, immediately telling you were lying through your teeth. A loud smack echoed throughout the bathroom, pain ricocheting through your right ass cheek. 

“Tell the truth ma, admit it.” He says, sending another smack to my right ass cheek. 

“Fuck, fine chris yes I do.” You admit, pressing yourself into his aching length. Chris groans out, gripping your hips, and pushing you away. He crouches down and starts to move your panties to the side, running his fingers down your slit. You sigh out, completely melting under Chris’s touch. 

Chris adds his index and middle finger into your wet cunt, your head throwing back as you’re immersed in this sudden pleasure. You expectedly feel Chris’s tongue swipe against your soaked area, a throaty moan escaping your mouth. 

WIth Chris’ fingers and his tongue torturing your pussy, you begin to move your hips in the rhythm of him, needing more. 

“Mmm shit Chris!” you moan out, making him grip your ass and spread it, moaning into your dripping cunt while doing so. Your legs begin to violently shake as Chris’ fingers repeatedly abuse your g-spot. 

“Don’t you dare cum.” Chris mumbles, placing his lips on your clit and sucking aggressively. You start to lose control of yourself, not being able to contain your orgasm anymore. You came, a lengthy moan leaving your mouth whilst doing so. Chris immediately pulls away, standing up and wrapping his hand around your neck from behind. 

Chris pulls you up to a standing position, heavy breaths vacating your mouth. You lean your head onto his shoulder as he trails his hand down to your clit. 

“You just love making me upset don’t you.” Chris says, rubbing slow, painful circles on your clit. 

“Please Chris, faster.” you whimper out, wanting  him to stop his slow torment to your clit. Chris goes faster, sneaking his head into your neck, kissing and sucking on it. Chris then removes his hand from your puffy bud, leaving you frustrated, and proceeds to bend you back over the counter.

You hear Chris fumble with his belt, taking it off, and wrapping the belt around your wrist. He then drops his jeans, his boxers hastily following after. You see his hard dick through the mirror, slightly gawking at it as Chris pumps it in his fist. 

Chris then pushes his tip into your tight, leaking hole, making you push back into him.  He eases his way into, letting a guttural groan leave his throat. You moan loudly, clenching your fingers into a fist whilst Chris enters you. 

Chris increases his speed, soon ramming into you, the cabinet doors beneath the sink clattering together after each thrust. 

“How many times do I have to fuck you to show that you’re mine , all mine?” Chris grunts against gritted teeth, making you drop your head down, now looking at the sink as you let out sounds of pleasure. 

Chris grips the back of your neck, forcing you to look up into the mirror. You and Chris maintain eye contact, whining out when Chris speeds up a bit more. 

“Could he fuck better than me, huh?” Chris questions you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as his other fingers string down to your clit. 

“Answer me!” Chris snaps, now rubbing your clit at an animalistic pace. 

“Mmph, n-n-no Chris!” you yell out, your climax going up on you. Chris then props your right leg on top of the counter, now stroking at a different angle. 

“S-shit Chris i’m gonna cum!” you moan out, clenching around Chris’s length. 

“Go ahead, cum for me.” Chris says, looking down and seeing you paint his dick white as he continues to thrust inside you. You whimper out, noticing Chris is still continuing his attack inside you. 

“Fuck C-chris, it’s- shit, too much!” you say, slightly moving your thighs closer together. 

“You know your safeword mama.” He responds, driving to reach his high which is coming up on him. Moaning aloud, you grip onto the counter, becoming overstimulated. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” Chris asks, his thrusts becoming somewhat sloppier as his climax is approaching. 

“Yo-fuck, yours Chris!” you say, a whine following after. Chris continues to hit your g-stop persistently, egging on your third orgasm of the night. 

“Who fucks you this good?” Chris groans out, his hair sticking to his forehead as he slaps your ass. You look at him through the mirror, the sight of him making you even more wetter. 

“Hm? Answer me.” He says, his strokes fully becoming messy and sloppy as you cum as well. 

“Chris, Chris, Chris!” You moan out, feeling his load shoot into as your cum mixes with his. 

“That’s right baby.” He says, catching his breath while slowly pulling out of you. You wince, your hole sensitive from all the abuse. You stay bent over for a chunk of time, trying to regain your breathing and strength. 

You stand up and turn around, wrapping your arms around Chris. He gives you a forehead kiss before collecting his boxers and jeans. He slips those on, holding the bathroom door open for you. But when you walk out, he notices the limp he gave you. 

He smirks to himself, knowing that you were all his. 

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tags: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @sturnsslut @bigbeefybitch @rileysturniolo @itsnotmariahh @summerssover @l0ver-i @thenickgirl

[pablitogavii]

Your stories are so good I can't

back to dad!Gavi <333

You've spent all summer together with Pablo, Fermin and Berta in the small house you rented together. Since Pablo and Fermin were closest of friends, you quickly became best friends with Berta and the four of you loved spending the summer together.

"Oh dios mio!" you said looking at the pregnancy test in your lap when Berta walked in snacking on some apple slices.

"Que pasa amiga?" she said and you panicked not really knowing how to tel her the truth..what would she think? Damn, what would Pablo think!?

"Ummm I'm pregnant B" you say and her eyes opened as she rushed to give you the tightest hug ever.

"You too!?" she said and after a second you realized what she meant.

"So we are both..?" you checked and she nodded her head touching her belly. In an odd way, it made it easier to share this with your best friend who is going through the same thing as you..what are the odds (come on boys;)

"Have you told Fermin?" you asked and she shook her head.

"And you Pablo?" she said but you reminded her that you just found out yourself.

"How about we both do it tonight? Promise?" she said and you pinky promised feeling nervousness overcome you but also hoping deep down Pablo would be happy about it.

Pablo and Fermin were working out and going for a run (cause they can't stay still) and texted they are on their way home. You and Berta were sitting on the couch watching gossip girl when the doors opened.

"Hola girls!" Fermin said first leaning in to kiss Berta while Pablo followed sitting besides me and pecking your lips making you blush.

"Sorry for being a little late amor..traffic was horrible"' Pablo said and you smiled nodding your head pecking his lips once more.

"You should shower Pablito.." you tell him and he nods his head since he was pretty sweaty.

"Wanna watch something tonight when the two of us shower?" Fermin suggested but both me and Berta looked at each other which made them suspicious.

"What's going on girls? You look like you have something to say to us..todo bien?" Pablo said and you were a nervous mess quickly shaking your head.

"Maybe we should talk to them in private amiga.." Berta said reminding you of the promise and you nodded taking Pablo's head as you both departed to your separate bedrooms.

"How was your training Pablito?" you said not really knowing how to start this conversation..hey, Pablo guess what I'm pregnant is too much!

"Amor, dime what's going on porfi. You're worrying me? Did something happen to the two of you while we were away?" he said reaching for your waist and pulling you in while you played with his t-shirt.

"Um..no..not really" you mumbled but he raised your chin

"There's nothing you can't tell me,nena.." he said and you smiled knowing that was true.

"Um Pablito..I'm..well I just found out tonight..that I am pregnant..and Berta walked in telling me she is pregnant as well..and she hasn't told Fermin so we both wanted to do it tonight..and I" you were going on and on from nervousness when his lips silenced you.

"You're pregnant, nena?" he said with a smirk while you were a blushing mess nodding your head looking at him with big eyes. He didn't look mad..you would give anything to know what he is thinking right now.

"Are you mad Pablito?" you ask and he pulls you in closer with his hand wanting to rest on your stomach.

"Can..I?" he said and you smiled taking his big palm and placing it on your stomach with a new feeling consuming your mind right now.

"Our baby is in here.." he said and you smiled nodding your head.

"It's your papi Pablo, mi amor..un mejor futbolista del mundo" you say seeing Pablo's eyes sparkle as a tear left his eye and you dried it. Was he upset?

"Amor..if you don't want to have anything to do with it.." you started but he quickly looked up shaking his head while drying his tears and returning to touching your stomach.

"No, no, no amorcito..I'm just so happy to hear that and the fact my best friend will become a dad at the same time makes it all the more special" Pablo said and now you finally smiled wide nodding your head and hugging him tightly.

"Exactly what I said hermano! Congrats to both of us!" Fermin was heard and Pablo pulled away hugging his friend while you and Berta smiled hugging each other as well.

"Congrats amiga" Fermin said to me as did Pablo to Berta and we all were smiling all happy about the news.

y.n.bebe and bertag

siempre juntitas 💗

comentarios:

aurorapaezg: aaaaa que lindaaas😍

mikkykiemeney: mucha suerte amigas mias😊

pablogavi: the left one is mine 😏

y.n.bebe: amorcito 💗

ferminlopez: the right one is mine 😏

bertag:🙈

End of Part 1 ;)

[avidboafan]

RED THOUGHTS : “CAN’T HELP MYSELF”

idol : bf!hyunjin x reader

content : smut | masturbation | handjobs

summary : when hyunjin thinks about you, he can’t help but get hard and he’s too shy to ask for help until you accidentally chance upon him touching himself to the thought of you.

notes : first post! requests are open! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

minors do not interact! 18+ content! nsfw!

he’s getting so desperate for you.

he really wants to hold back. he really does. but he just can’t. he can’t stop thinking about you. it’s only the third time you’ve met him as your relationship becomes official. yet why does he crave you so badly? the way your slight frowns turns into a sweet smile as you talk to him about everything under the sky. the way your eyes sparkle as you see him. the way your shorts tightly hug your thighs. the way your hands elegantly grip around everything you touch.

he wishes it was his dick instead. his dick shoved up your sweet, little warm and wet mouth, sparkling eyes tearing up from the sheer size, looking up at him. his dick between your plush thighs, pushing him up to his high. his dick being tightly held between your long, slender fingers, the pad of your index rubbing ever so slightly against his tip, already dripping with arousal.

he springs out his dick from his sweatpants, ever so desperate to rid himself of those thoughts of you. he holds it in his grip, large hands grabbing on for dear life as he imagines his hand as yours, rubbing his length up and down, coating it with the pre-cum dripping out already from the sheer thought of you. with every rub, pleasure flows through his veins, and all he could think about was how much he wanted more. more of this feeling. more thoughts of you.

perspiration peppers his honey-like skin as he continues to try and rub out his climax, thinking of you in so many different positions. his breathing grows heavy as he grips tighter, chewing on his plump, bottom lip. he could feel everything. the softness of his palm on his dripping, wet dick, running through the veins on it, and his dick throbbing from the sensations of his hand.

fuck.

he throws his head back, silky hair sticking to his forehead as he furrows his brows, eyes lidded and heavy as he could only focus on his climax. he lets out a small whimper, trying to cum before his arms give out. his breathing gets heavier as he pants, truly trying his hardest to cum his thoughts of you out, long fingers holding on to his dick as he applies more and more pressure on it.

suddenly a knock on the door breaks his focus. he turns his head, siren eyes widening in shock as you come into his room, the same excited smile that he was thinking about greeting him, holding up a plastic bag of his favourite meal, eyes looking briefly at your phone as you talk to him.

“hi! sorry i didn’t let you know i was coming. i bought your favourite-“

as your eyes travel upwards to look at hyunjin, your grin drops as you noticed what you’ve walked into. “oh my god! i’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, immediately slamming the bedroom door shut.

“wait, wait, wait!” you hear him say behind the door, his voice muffled. “..would you mind helping me out?”

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your arm wraps tightly around hyunjin’s torso as your other hand goes to wrap the slender, elegant fingers around his throbbing dick, rubbing ever so gently against it, not wanting to hurt him.

“faster..” he breathes out softly to you, voice literally begging for more. “.. faster, please…” he furrows his brows.

you bury your face into the crook of his neck, placing down a playful bite on his shoulder, which he tenses up slightly to. you smile lightly at his discovery, and continue to place down bite after bite, littering his neck and shoulders. every time you place a little pressure, the more his cock hardens under your touch.

he cocks his hips up, desperate for more friction with your soft fingers. you follow his request, picking up your pace quickly along his dick. he throws his head back on your shoulder, his fucked-out eyes staring right at you, basically pleading for more of everything. faster. harder.

being the good girlfriend you are, you comply, pressing down on his cock. he lets out a loud, pornographic whine as his thrusts his hips upwards, his cock splattering out thick, white spurts of his cum on his stomach. his arms give out and he leans when weight on you, the feeling of your warmth and the shirt he bought you as a gift sticking on his sweaty back as he tries to regain his conscience, or any other thought other than turning you around and fucking you stupid.

“are you okay?” you ask out, concerned as you watch his fucked-out face trying to slow his breathes, his chest rising and falling. “..yeah, i’m alright.” he mumbles.

he turns over and pushes you down with slight force onto the bed below, both buff arms pining you against the sheets as he looks down at you, smirking.

“thanks for your help, my love. i guess i should return the favour?” he asks.

[devildomcuties]

Blushing Boy Levi

pairing: levi x f. reader

genre: established relationship, smut 18+

summary: You go to check on Leviathan.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: making out, hair pulling, marking (biting, scratching), handjob, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), his demon form comes out, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f.), nipple play (f. receiving), finger sucking (f.), creampie

a/n: just something I had in my drafts

date: June 8, 2024

“What’s the password?” Levi asks from the other side of his bedroom door. You sigh, unsure of what he’s changed it to this week. 

“Levi’s the best demon a girl could have?” You try with a smile, knowing you’re way off. 

“Nice try. You can’t get me like that, ____. I’m just a sad otaku,” comes his reply, and you huff. 

“Levi, let me in. I missed you at dinner, and nobody has seen you in days.”

“There was going to be an announcement for Ruri-Chan tonight, so I stayed up,” he shrugs but reluctantly opens the door. “Y-you really missed me?”

A grin appears on your face when you take in the rosiness of his cheeks. You step into his bedroom and shut the door after you, hearing the lock click into place. 

“Of course I did. You underestimate how much I like you,” you frown as you take Levi’s hands in yours to lead him to the chair he set up in front of the gaming system. “I’ve been lonely without you.”

“But you have my brothers,” he says, licking his lips nervously.

“And yet you’re the one I’m missing.”

Levi is at a loss for words, but it’s okay because you ease his nervousness with your touch. Something about you makes him want to recoil into himself out of fear, but part of him (the greater part) wants to hold you and make you his, and it’s typically that part of him that wins out every time after his initial hesitation.

“Levi,” his name is a whispered plea that has him pause as he gathers his wits. Your smile is soothing, your touch gentle as you cup his face. His purple hair falls over his eyes, his cheeks still warm as your thumbs caress his skin.

“Kiss me,” you say as he shakes his hair out of his eyes. 

“O-okay,” he stutters, ignoring the heat that floods his face. He’s very aware that you can feel the drastic change on the palms of your hands, but he pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind as he leans forward and finally presses his lips against yours.

You kiss him deeply. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer as his hands tremble when they grip your hips. A few minutes of cautious kissing on his part soon melt away into hungry kisses as he gains some confidence and kisses you deeper, rougher. His teeth nip your bottom lip, sucking it before releasing it.

He chuckles when you’re left panting, eyes twinkling as you look at him with so much love that it makes his head spin.

The next time your lips meet, Levi is the one leading. He grabs your hips, hands sliding down to grab your ass and pull you against his lean body. You smile into the kiss, earning a moan from him when you nip his bottom lip.

If he had known you were coming, he would have cleaned up his bedroom a little, but as your legs hit the tub, you sit on the edge, legs wrapped around his hips.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but you knew it wouldn’t be too long until he had you wrapped around his cock. 

Levi’s hand cups your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “So pretty.”

You smile, kissing him once again as his hands grip your thighs. It takes him a moment to get courageous and toy with the hem of your dress, hiking it up over your hips as you pull the top of your dress down, thankful you’ve worn a strapless one for the occasion with no bra.

“You came prepared?” Levi chuckles as he takes in your bare chest. He licks his lips, mouth on your chest almost immediately as your fingers thread through his purple hair, tugging and moaning when he nips and sucks on your sensitive skin.

“Levi,” you moan wantonly. Your thighs tremble, and he smirks, cockiness building in him, knowing it’s he who’s got you like this.

“Want more?” he asks, and you nod as he’s pulling you to your feet. You feel his arms wrap around you as he kisses you, his tongue meeting yours as he grips your hair in both his hands to hold you close. 

Kissing Levi fills your body with warmth, arousal pooling deep in your belly as your dulcet moans spill from your kiss-swollen lips. Levi is embarrassingly hard in his jeans. Your eager, greedy hands go to undress him.

“Baby,” he gasps when your hand wraps around him, stroking him after spitting in your hand. You’d love to sink to your knees and take him in your mouth, but he’s so shy, so embarrassed that you decide to save that for next time. The thought leaves your mouth watering.

Levi gets a hold of himself, quickly spinning you and bending you over the tub. He shoves your dress upward, his eyes feasting on your ass, your panties accentuate the curve, and it leaves him nearly drooling.

“Fuck,” he curses, licking his lips.

Shyly, Levi tugs your panties down your thighs until it’s just your knees holding them up. He nearly drools at the sight of your wet cunt as he drops to his knees, and his hands grip your thighs. Your legs tremble as you try your best not to push your ass into his face, allowing him to go at his own pace as he sticks his tongue out to taste you.

“Levi!” you moan, gripping the edge of the tub and ignoring the way it digs into your skin. Levi curses, eyes shut as he uses his hands to spread you further. You’re soaking his lips and cheeks as he dives in deeper, moaning softly.

Lewd noises escape the both of you as Leviathan makes you cum on his tongue. His tail flicks and his cheeks redden, embarrassed to have lost control and allowed his demon form to be free.

You don’t care as you turn to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. Your fingers thread through his hair. You nipped his bottom lip as his hands gripped your hips under your dress, moving to feel the wetness between your thighs.

“So wet,” he whispers in awe as his fingers easily slide into your cunt. His lips wrap around a pert nipple, sucking like his life depends on it as you trace one of his horns. His cock throbs, and he nearly growls as he looks up at you.

“Sensitive,” you tease with a smirk.

Levi rolls his eyes, confidence growing as he rubs your clit just to make you gasp, thighs squeezing his hands between your legs. 

You grab a handful of his hair, tugging him upward until your lips claim his, moaning as he continues to fuck you on his fingers, swallowing your sweet moans.

You part long enough for him to bend you over the tub once again, your poor legs shaking as he lines himself up at your entrance.

“Fuck,” you groan as the fat head of his cock slides home. Levi moans your name, his hands moving from your hips to your ass.

You guide his hand to your tit, and he squeezes it before rolling the nipple between his fingertips. You cry out when he bottoms out, your hand gripping his, nails digging into his skin as your hips meet his.

You’ve been craving his cock for days now, and usually, you’d take your time with him, but you were needy and soaking wet in search of a quick release. You’d make it up to him in the morning with slow morning sex or perhaps a long, sloppy blowjob that had him seeing the Celestial Realm.

“Leviathan,” his name escapes you in a honeyed moan, cunt tightening around him as he bites your shoulder to keep himself from screaming your name for everyone in HoL to hear.

“That’s it,” he praises softly. “Take it.”

You nod, gripping his hand to take two of his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans. Levi bites back a curse as you suck on his fingers as if your life depends on it. Your eyes flutter shut as pleasure courses through you as he fucks you harder, deeper.

“Levi!” you call out his name as your orgasm hits, thighs shaking as you soak his cock and choke on his fingers. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Levi grunts, your name rolling off his tongue as he cums deep inside you. He grips your hips, making sure he fucks every drop into you before he pulls out. 

Levi pants, wiping his sweat from his brow. His demon form is no longer present as he gets his boxers back on. He watches as his cum begins to roll down your thighs, and he blushes when he spots how much he’d cum. He uses his fingers to push it back inside you before pulling your panties up your thighs and back into place.

A giggle escapes you as you take your dress off, letting it pool on his bedroom floor. Levi blushes as you grab his shirt and put it on. You wrap your arms around him, and he’s shy as he holds you. You kiss his cheek, trailing kisses upward to his jaw and then his lips.

“Come lay down,” you whisper as you lead him to the tub with you. You let him get comfortable first before you join him, draping your leg over his as he cautiously places his arm over your shoulder to pull you close.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do,” you whisper as you hold him close, tracing patterns onto his chest. Levi doesn’t say anything as he rubs your shoulder, knowing someday he’ll make your wish come true. 

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[morgansunflower]

Pancakes Messes & A Reluctant Baby-sitter

Jason Todd X Wife! Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, explicit language, and FLUFF.

Words:1329

Requested taglist@too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar

Arthur's notes! Danny Phantom au! Good Dad Bruce Wayne. Danny's and Danielle's parents are dead. Danielle phantom is Danny's little sister.

It's Jason and Y/N's anniversary. So the kids want to surprise them however not everything go's according to plan

It was the morning of their wedding anniversary of 5 year's now. Jason and Y/N had to make a balance from keeping their hands to themselves to enjoying each other. In the meantime keeping quiet so two little ghosts didn't hear them.

It was early in the morning as Jason had his head comfortably rested on her thigh with his legs sprawled across the couch. She runs her knuckles through his hair. He smiled softly kissing her hand.

Just then a bedroom door opens by the smallest Todd member of the family. She had just woken up wearing her little burgundy pj's.

She sees her parents blissfully unaware of her presence. She uses the perfect opportunity to change to a ghost. Dani flew to her big brother's room.

Dani knocked softly on Danny's bedroom door. He groans softly irritated by the annoying sound. She leans her head against the door and could hear him sleeping. As a ghost she passed easily through his door and into his room.

As punishment for sleeping in, unlike he promised her. She wanted to take his book and throw at his sleepy face... Though she couldn't because then if he got angry.. Which he would. Her parents would hear them and she really wants to surprise them.

"earth to Danny" she orders rubbing the older halfa's arm "wake up Ghosty!"

He tried to fall back asleep, ignoring the chill go down his spine followed by the coldish blue air leave his mouth.

"Dani let me sleep" he whined to his little sister.

"it's their anniversary and you promised to help me make them breakfast!" she reminds him upset.

"oh man I totally forgot" he yawns followed by a deep groan "hmmm I need coffee"

"fine I won't tell Mom or Dad just get up already and come help me" she demands

Danny gets out of bed wearing his black pants and a dark blue t-shirt. The two ghosts sneak into the kitchen daring not to touch the floor. Their parents were still in the living room blissfully unaware.

Danielle gathered ingredients for the pancakes. Daniel poured himself a cup of coffee adding a little too much sugar and cream.

Dani began mixing the batter using her Dad's favorite recipe. He had made his own recipe book and added many recipes. Most of them were even Alfred's recipes.

"I could use, a little help you know" Dani accused with a, hushed tone.

"I'm just observing from a, safe distance. To make sure you don't burn down the house" Danny defends taking a sip of his coffee

Danielle's little eyes glare to her big brother. Danny put his hand up in a defensive manner. He starts the burner and placed the pan on the hot stove. Danny takes a bit of butter placing it on the hot pan.

Dani used a tin foil to fold in the shape of a heart, to make heart shaped pancakes. As Danny flips the third pancake... Everything was going perfectly perfect..

"should we go fix breakfast? I know you must be hungry" Y/N suggested

"nah I'm fine I just want to stay here! Just a few minutes.. Unless you want to eat?" he asked

"no I'm good" she smiled softly "do you smell something?"

"oh yeah.. I'm sure it's the kid's cooking. I say let 'em surprise us" Jason suggested

"ok, but we should listen incase something breaks" she responded softly chuckling.

Danny takes a drink of his coffee but sees the pancake is about to burn and Dani is not aware as she's drinking some orange juice. Danny puts his coffee down on the counter but misjudged and falls to the ground.. Shatter pieces fall everywhere...

"did you hear that?" Y/N asked her husband thinking she might be just hearing things fearing the worst.

"it's probably nothing" Jason shrugged off, but he wasn't convinced by his own words

Both parents get up from the couch. Recognizing the sound of broken glass they put on their house shoes... The couple went into the kitchen. As they see, the children, the mess and the adorable pancakes.

"I'm so so so sorry!!" Danielle cried

"it's my fault! I should've been more careful" Daniel apologized

"kids.. You both are so very.. VERY sweet for wanting to surprise us" Jason smiled giving Danny a pat on the shoulder "it's just a cup"

"it's, ok it happens" Y/N assured "nobody got cut from the glass?"

"nope" Dani said

"no" Danny answered

Jason helps Danny clean the glass and the coffee. Y/N smiled flipping the heart shaped pancake. She kisses Danielle's head as her daughter was not entirely happy the surprise ended in disaster.

"you kid's did a wonderful job in here" she smiles to her little girl trying to cheer her up

"yeah expect the broken glass and the ruined surprise" she scoffed arms folded

"well that's why we bought so many mugs instead of only buying 4... Accidents happen a LOT. Just ask Dad, he knows very well" Y/N laughs as did her daughter

"that's so NOT true" Jason defends, putting the last bit of broken glass in the trash can

The kitchen was, clean minus the pancake mess of course..

"maybe a little" Danny chuckled

"oh really?" Jason asked annoyingly

"Dad don't!" Danny begged nearly laughing as he recognized his Dad's expression "don't! Even think about it"

"get him Dad!!" Dani cheered

Jason reaches pulling Danny close and began tickling him. The young boy began laughing hysterically.

"D-dad st-stop it!" he laughs

He then went ghost causing Jason arms to move through Danny.

"you little cheater!" Jason playfully scowled

Danny sneaks behind his dad and began tickling him. Jason growled laughing.

"alright not TOO rowdy boys!" Y/N snapped laughing at their usual antics

...

Alfred looks after little Daniel and Danielle Todd formerly Danny and Danielle Fenton. While the children's parents are on their date. During which inside Wayne Manor.. Damian tries to avoid his nephew and niece.. Because he is a former assassin not a babysitter... He doesn't know how to take care of kids..

"Alfred I do not deem it wise I look after them" Damian scowled "Daniel is 3 years older than Danielle why not let him tend to her whist taking care of himself" he persisted

"I understand your reservations Master Damian, even so they do adore you. The children need to be looked after and your the only one currently home. Your father has acquired my assistance as for why I aquire your help" Alfred informed

"tt fine! But be quick!" he reluctantly agreed

Damian steps into the family room seeing Danny was watching TV with Dani. He sits at the edge. The children see their uncle greeting him kindly.. Don't feel. Don't feel. Don't get too close. Damian repeats in his head. What of they got too close and didn't like him?

Damian tried to be kind and.. Nurturing. Though he wasn't sure how. He knew how to read so he read Danielle a story.. He knew how, to play games.. So he played with Danny.. It was hard not to grow more found of them... Eventually Alfred was able to relieve Damian of the burden but he insisted that he could tolerate them a bit longer

.....

"mommy!! Daddy!!" Danielle gleed

"you're back!" Danny smiled

"hey kids!" Jason smiled

"hey Sweethearts!" Y/N sweetly said

Changing to a, ghost Dani flew to hug her parents necks. Danny hugged them both.

"did you two have fun?" Y/N asked

"yeah! Alfred made cookies with us" Dani said

"yeah all kinds of cookies. There's plenty for you guys by the way. Damian played games with me and I beat him twice!" Danny smiled

"and Uncle Dami read me my favorite story!" Danielle smiled

"well I'm glad you two had fun. Thanks Damian" Jason told his, baby brother.

"we really appreciate you taking care of them" Y/N told her brother-in-law

"my pleasure" Damian smiled softly.

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

ok but seriously can't stop thinking about ryu shi-oh taking the drug yk getting all strong and veiny and just monster-fucking you 😵😵

~ I’m back !!💕 please don’t hate me 😭but I just came back after months and seen I had lots of request so I had to come back , as you all know my only grandma passed so I took time off but I’m back loves💕!!!~

Ryu Shi Oh! Fem!Reader

Genre : Smut

Warning ⚠️: Drugs , rough sex , name calling , teasing , shower sex

It was around 12 pm when you received a text from you boyfriend that he would be home a bit early today not exactly telling you the time that he would be home assuming he wouldn’t be home for a another hour or two as you finish the last bit of your sandwich before placing the plate in the dishwasher

Heading out of the kitchen walking through the living room as you head for the stairs to your shared bedroom opening the door as he was always left cracked open since you lived alone with Shi Oh, entering the bedroom heading for the closet grabbing each handle of the closet pulling the doors open allowing you to step inside the huge closet eyes scanning around the closet before landing on a box that looked to be untouched reaching for the box heading out of the closet as you put the box on your shared bed slowly opening the top of the box …It was a lingerie set a bra with pretty butterfly designs on the breast are as well as a matching butterfly on the front of the thongs * like this *

Smiling a bit as your remembering how you would always stop and stare at the matching set any time you were in the lingerie store with Ryu Shi Oh but you didn’t think he would actually get it for you staring at the matching set as you then become a bit confused

‘why did he tell me to wait until today to wear it tho, it’s so pretty’ reader thought letting out a small sigh as you shake the thoughts out of your head before taking the matching set out of the box taking the box throwing it in the near by trash in your shared room going towards your dresser in the left corner of the huge room

Opening the top right drawer looking at the drawer full of different colors of silk robes , deciding to go with the white laced see through robe quickly grabbing the silk white robe closing the drawer looking at your different variety of perfumes , lotions and other smell goods on the top of the dresser grabbing your berries scent body scrub along with you 24 hr lotion , perfume and body wash that was also berry scented as it came in a set

Putting your lotion perfume and robe on the bed as you head for the bathroom leaving the door open since you were the only one in the house at the moment, grabbing two new clean one for your body and the other for your girly parts turning towards the walk in shower sliding the see through glass door open reaching your hands for the shower’s knob quickly turning the knob as you turn the water towards hot

Waiting a few seconds before striping completely out of your clothes taking your hair out of your ponytail allowing your head to breath a bit before stepping inside the shower sliding close the glass door behind you, turning to face the hot water sighing as the water runs down your naked body causing your muscles to relax stepping closer to the shower head as your hair becomes soaked the hot water flowing down your hair as it travels down your body while your become deep in thought

It’s been a good 15 minutes since you’ve been in the shower your mind still roaming about what you should do tomorrow since tomorrow would be Ryu Shi Oh only day off sighing as your mind continues to roam with thoughts not allowing you to hear the sound of your name being called from downstairs causing Shi Oh to become a bit confused his brows now knitted together as he looks around the first floor not seeing your presence as he starts to head for the stairs

Reader still letting her mind roam freely not hearing the should of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs , slowly heading towards the bedroom as they come to a stop for a few seconds

Ryu Shi Oh now stopped on his tracks looking at the bed seeing your clothes let out on the bed his eyes which were already dark now filled with lust turning his head towards the open bathroom door smirking as Ryu Shi oh slowly walks towards the bathroom stopping at the door as his eyes stare at your naked form though the glass smirk growing a bit wider as he didn’t make a sound just stares at your naked form , suddenly feeling eyes pierce through your skull lifting your head quickly wiping the water that dropped down your face turning quickly only to for your eyes to fall on Ryu Shi oh becoming a bit confused as he slowly was closer stoping at the sliding door before he strips out of his work suit sliding the door open and stepping inside once he was undressed

Your eyes never leaving Ryu Shi Oh’s form as you feel your breath become caught in your throat .. don’t get it wrong you’ve seen him naked a lot of times but something was different today .. his veins were more visible than they would normally be , his muscles looked more tense than usual as his veins was more of a bluish color as your eyes continued to scan over Ryu Shi oh not telling that he got closer to you eyes never leaving your smaller form

“S-Shi oh what’s wrong..” reader says a bit nervously his dark eyes never leaving yours , closing the gap between you his lips attacking your neck with wet kisses causing you to let out a small moan as his cold hand gently squeeze your plump breast licking up your neck before giving you a rough kiss causing you to moan in the kiss , slowly moving his hand down your wet body grabbing at your thigh wrapping your leg around his torso before slowly moving to your now dripping core as you become more needy with every touch

Deepening the kiss as he plays with your wet fluids groaning into the kiss from how soaked you were and he didn’t do much feeling his member start to become excited as his inserts two of his long slender fingers into your entrance as he starts pumping them at a fast pace causing you to pull away from the kiss as you let out a loud moan , groaning a bit before kisses your neck making sure to leave his mark before picking up his pace pulling away from your neck after a few seconds dark eyes now looking at your dripping cunt as he adds a third finger growing at how tight you were groaning as you tighten around his fingers

“R-Ryu S-shi oh.. p-please” reader moans out feeling you knew your were close but his fingers weren’t enough you need him

“Please what, I don’t know what you mean pretty girl” Ryu Shi oh replies voice deeper than usual letting out a loud moan as you feel his fingers pump in and out of you faster your walls squeezing tears building in your eyes as Ryu Shi oh lets out a dark chuckle curling his fingers in your soaked cunt

Amusement and lust fills his eyes as they never leave your small form your arms wrapped around his neck tightly , your loud moans filling his ears biting at his lower lip feeling his member now harden and leaking of precum quickly removing his fingers as from your soaked cunt now tighten around nothing , grabbing your other leg before wrapping it around his torso keeping your back against the shower wall the hot water now running down both your naked bodies

Attacking your lips with another kiss causing your to moan in the kiss you were so focused on the kiss you didn’t notice as he slowly strokes his member before lining his swollen tip still leaking with precum as he pushes the tip past you entrance making sure to not push another further causing you to whine as you try to push down his whole 8 inch cock only for Ryu Shi oh to grab at your hips making sure you stay in place deepening the kiss as you let out another whine , letting out a chuckle as he pulls away from the kiss once again leaving kisses at your neck before slamming the rest of his member in to your soaked cunt

Letting out a loud gasp as Ryu Shi oh doesn’t give you time to adjust to his size as he quickly picks up his pace pounding into your soaked cunt , grabbing at his hair as your other hand scratches at his back only causing him to grown before picking up his pace , tears now streaming down your face as your mind starts to become blank only focusing on how Ryu Shi Oh cock was now bullying your cervix cash ring you to tighten with each thrust , Ryu Shi oh now looking at your facial expressions your eyes rolled to the back of your head tears streaming down your face as your mouth a gasp stopping his pace as he takes his hands from your thighs now placing them under your plump ass with a good hold before turning to slide open the shower door heading for the bed room not caring how soaked you were quickly throwing your on the bed as he turns you on your stomach in one swift motion pulling your ass in the air before you could process what was happening he pushing his 8inch harden coo back into your swollen cunt picking up his pace your hands now gripping at the sheets trying to pull away as you could feel a budge form in the pit of your stomach and you knew it was his cock leaving a nudge on you stomach with each hard thrust he took placing a hand in the middle of your back his eyes watching as your plump ass bounces back against him with each hard thrust

Letting out a deep groan as he places his other hand in your back causing your back to arch more than it was as your mouth lay agasp

“S-s-shi FUCK Shi oh p-p-please I-I can’t…t-to much a-shi o-OH” reader moans out as you feel one of his huge hands now gripping tightening at your hips as your feel his thrust become a bit sloppy a knot now forming in the pit of your stomach gripping at the sheets as you try to pull away only to be slammed back against his throbbing cock causing him to go deeper in your womb

“F-Fuck just stay-y s-still and hold it” Ryu Shi Oh says more of a demand as you knew he knew you were cumming but you also knew that you couldn’t hold it not with how he was abusing your cervix with is cock not caring that you had tears running down your face it only made him want to fuck into you more he loved how you took him so well letting he toss you around like a rag doll , he loved how his shy and quiet doll could get so loud for him and only him picking up his pace as he throws his head back a grin held on his lips as he feels your juices releasing on he harden member looking down at you gripping at your hips as he pounds harder into you sensitive cunt your juices leaking from your swollen cunt as he strokes become sloppier by the second before letting out a deep grain as he covered your tight walls with his cum tightening his jaw as he slowly pulls out of your soaked cunt sitting on the edge of the bed as he looks at you his cock still hardened , his veins still visible standing to his feet as he heads for the bathroom going for the bath tub as he runs warm water while your tired and sore form slowly drifts off to sleep

[lovelyjj]

hii i love your fics! could we get more of bodyguard!jj and him thinking she’s spoiled but then she proves him wrong and they become like actual really good friends! (i hope that makes sense!) have a great day or night!! xxx 💝💝

Bodyguard part 2

part 1

bodyguard!jj maybank x kook!reader

a/n: hope this is ok! i love bodyguard!jj so i’m happy you asked for more!

my ask box is always open, fill free to send me your thoughts!

Having a bodyguard was an experience. It was like having a companion everywhere you go except JJ wasn’t your companion. He was more like an employee, you were his client. Nothing more.

You couldn’t deny how attractive JJ was. Even though he was rude to you. He had this aura about him that drew you in. He was so muscular and beautiful it made you lightheaded.

The day was bright and sunny. You thought it would be a good idea to go to the boardwalk. It was relaxing and fun down by the beach. But it was also hot. You thought that today calls for some ice cream.

JJ watched as you went up to the cashier and asked for strawberry ice cream. You then turned to JJ and asked if he wanted anything. He declined but thought it was sweet that you asked him. He also noticed how polite you were to the cashier.

JJ was impressed with your behavior. He was beginning to see your true colors. Maybe you weren’t so spoiled after all. “You two make a cute couple,” the cashier said handing you your ice cream on a cone.

“Oh we’re not together,” you blushed.

“Yeah i’m her bodyguard not her boyfriend,” JJ grumbled.

You took your ice cream and was on your marry way, walking down the boardwalk with JJ. You were feeling the ocean air and soaking up the sun. JJ thought you looked beautiful. Your hair was cascading down your back and your cheeks were flushed. You wore a sun dress that showed off your legs and made JJ feel something in his chest.

After you finished your ice cream and walked around for a while it was starting to get late. The sun was starting to set and you sat down on the sand to watch the sunset. You could hear the waves crashing and see the sky become painted in pink and orange.

It was lovely. JJ was unusually quiet. It made you think he was lost in thought.

“Penny for your thoughts,” you broke the silence by speaking.

JJ dipped his hand in the sand, grabbed a handful and then watched it slide through this fingers and back into the sand.

“What? Oh nothing, I’m just watching the sky,” JJ shrugged.

“Come on you can trust me,” you gave him a small smile. You don’t know why you were so interested, JJ wasn’t usually kind to you but you wanted to know his story.

JJ wanted to tell you what was on his mind but he didn’t want ruin the relationship you had. Strictly bodyguard and client nothing more.

“Just drop it okay?” JJ snapped.

“Ok fine,” you crossed your arms and looked away.

————-

JJ was coming over to your house because you needed a ride. Your parents let him in and he made his way to your room. He knocked on the door and herd you say “come in” so he entered.

“What are you doing?” JJ asked. He saw trash bags filled with clothes he assumed. He was confused as to why they littered your bedroom floor.

“I’m donating some of my clothes,” you said with smile.

“Oh wow that’s nice of you,” JJ was shocked. He thought that was very considerate of you. Maybe you weren’t so spoiled after all.

You got in JJ’s car as he packed the trunk with all your trash bags filled with clothes. As JJ drove to the donation center he couldn’t help but see you in a different light.

“That’s the last of them,” you told the donation center worker, handing him the last bag.

“Thank you so much for your donation!”

“Where to now?” JJ asked.

“Hmm I don’t know I don’t have any other plans for today.”

“How bout I take you somewhere?” JJ suggested.

You were intrigued so you went along with it. JJ took you to the hawks nest. You were surprised. The two of you climbed to the top and sat at the ledge.

“Ya know you’ve really impressed me lately princess.” JJ started the conversation.

The name was something JJ came up with because you were a kook princess. JJ didn’t know however, how it made you feel. It made your stomach do a flip and your heartbeat quicken.

“How so?” you responded.

“You’re not who I thought you were.” JJ explained.

“Huh well you’d be surprised what happens when you get to know someone.”

“Yeah I guess.”

“Can I ask you something?” you raised the question.

“Sure,” JJ replied.

“Why were you so mean to me when you first became my bodyguard?”

“Can I get a different question?” JJ asked.

“No, i think i deserve an explanation.”

“You want the truth? Well honestly I thought you were some spoiled rich kid that didn’t care about anybody except yourself. I didn’t want work for some stuck up kook.”

“Right so you were being a judgmental asshole.” You laughed.

JJ laughed with you. He agreed. You were right and he desperately wanted to redeem himself.

“Look i’m sorry for how I treated you. I would like to put that behind us. Is there any way you could forgive me?” JJ apologized.

“Yeah I guess so. Only if you buy me an ice cream sometime,” you replied.

“Deal.”

——————

Ever since the hawks nest JJ was nice to you. It was kinda of surprising. You didn’t expect him to change his attitude so fast. You thought maybe just maybe you could get along and be friends.

Today you were going to the country club. JJ of course was tagging along for your protection. You were happy because you were finally getting along with your bodyguard.

The two of you were having lunch at the country club. It was a cool and crisp day. You commented saying it was a beautiful day and JJ agreed.

“All you’re getting is a salad?” JJ questioned.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t want anything else?”

“Nope.”

“How about dessert?” JJ smiled.

You laughed. “You got me there.”

“Before dessert how about we have some drinks on me?” You suggested.

“I don’t drink on the job.” JJ replied.

“Oh right. More for me then!”

You ordered a mimosa. You and JJ kept on chatting about anything and everything. You were more talkative than normal because you kept ordering all kinds of drinks under the sun.

JJ was getting worried you were drinking too much.

“How about we get you home princess.”

“Nooooooo. I wanna stay!”

“I think it’s time to call it quits.”

Now JJ couldn’t take you home because he didn’t want your parents to see you like this.

And he couldn’t take you to his house for obvious reasons, so he settled for the beach. He hoped you would sober up there.

JJ took your hand after you paid for lunch, and guided you away to the beach. He sat you down in the sand.

“I wanna swiimmmm.” You slurred.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” JJ voiced.

Much to JJ’s dismay, you stood up a little wobbly and started taking off your clothes. JJ did his best to not look at your body but it was hard. You were breathtaking.

JJ grabbed you by the waist and hauled you over his shoulder. He picked up your discarded shirt and shorts and started to walk to his car.

“Come on princess, time to go.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like it.”

“But you’re the kook princess are you not?”

You let out a huff in defeat.

“Please put me down!”

“Not til i know you’re not going to run into the water.”

“I won’t I promise!”

JJ took you home. He figured your parents were asleep. So as long as you were quiet it shouldn’t be a big deal.

JJ guided you to your room and had you sit on the bed.

“You got to be careful Y/N,” JJ scolded.

“Yeah yeah,” you waved him off.

JJ tucked you in and told you to go to sleep.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

When you woke up the next morning last nights events were a little hazy. You remember JJ was looking out for you the whole time. You thought to yourself how lucky you were to have such a great and caring friend.

part 3 coming soon ;)

[lemoncrushh]

Seven Six Five - Part Six

Summary: They met once seven years ago. Now music has made them cross paths again.

Warnings: smut, body image issues, angst. 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Enemies to Lovers. This was originally written and posted in 2020, right before the pandemic, so the story takes place then with flashbacks of 2013. Harry Styles x Plus Size OC, written in third person.

Part Six Word Count: 6.4k+

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1 March, 2020 - New York, NY, USA… 1:43 AM

Harry stood so close, his eyes pleading with his inquiry that hung in the air. Bronwyn could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths uneven, slipping between her lips in a rhythm of their own as her hand searched behind her for the doorknob. Finding it in haste, she turned it, pushing the door open a crack, just as her head gave a silent nod.

“Yeah?” Harry raised a brow to confirm.

“Yes,” Bronwyn breathed, stepping backward into her flat, pulling Harry along by his hand and turning on the light.

His eyes remained on her as she closed the door behind him, set her camera bag on the floor and slipped out of her coat. As she hung it on the hook, only then did Harry finally move, taking off his own jacket. With a shy grin, Bronwyn took it from it and hung it next to hers.

Sliding his arms around her waist, Harry pulled Bronwyn close again, pressing her against his own body. A tiny sound rose from her throat as she gazed into his eyes, just before he lowered his mouth onto hers.

He kissed her passionately, sending shivers to every extremity, making her light-headed. Her hands in his hair, she imagined being swept off her feet like in a scene from an old black and white movie. His tongue met with hers, tasting of liquor and something sweet. Another moan coming from her chest, her hands slid around from the back of his neck to his face where she allowed her fingers to delicately arouse themselves against the friction of his scruffy jaw.

Breaking his lips free from the kiss, Harry rested his forehead against Bronwyn’s, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“It’s funny…” he said with a smirk, “now that we’re here finally, I’m not sure I know where to begin.”

A small giggle rang from Bronwyn’s mouth before she dropped her hands. “That’s not what a girl wants to hear.”

“You know what I mean,” Harry chuckled.

“I do, baby,” Bronwyn cooed, taking his hand again. “But I reckon you’ve already begun.”

With a sly smile, she turned for the bedroom, guiding Harry through the beaded curtain where her bed waited patiently. The candles from dinner had long been extinguished, but a slight aroma still remained, filling her senses as she switched on the bedside lamp. Facing Harry, she licked her lips, thinking he surely could hear the tempo of her heartbeat that had been playing since they’d arrived.

Lifting his free hand, Harry tenderly touched her cheek before pulling her into another kiss. Here in her bedroom, she felt more vulnerable than ever. With a rumble in her belly, she backed into the side of her bed, her hands freezing on his chest.

“Mmm, Harry,” she murmured nervously.

“Bronwyn…” he growled, his lips dragging across her cheek to her jaw.

“Actually, um...” she hesitated, grabbing his wrists, “mind if I make a quick trip to the loo?”

Catching the dimple in his cheek as he lifted his head, she watched him step back.

“‘Course, love. Just don’t keep me waiting long.”

“I won’t,” Bronwyn promised, stepping through the beaded curtain again.

“Least I won’t have to go searching for you this time,” she heard Harry tease as she headed for the bathroom.

Shutting the door, she took care of business before washing her hands, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Memories of that night seven years prior came flooding back once again. She remembered having this same exact feeling then, stood before a bathroom mirror. She’d been nervous and excited at the same time, a fire in her belly as she anticipated what was to come. Now, seven years older - and wiser, she hoped - the nerves and thrill were the same. Only this time, Harry Styles was alone in her bedroom, awaiting her return. Just that thought alone was erotic and brought a smile to her lips.

Making her way back, Bronwyn tiptoed through the living room and turned out the light, leaving only the glow from the lamp beside her bed where Harry sat. The tinkle of the beads as she pushed them aside suddenly sounded louder to her than she remembered, mimicking the ticking in her head. The image before her, however, was enough to take her breath away and make her forget all of her inhibitions.

“Well,” she nearly choked, the fire in her belly now roaring madly at the sight, “to what do I owe this honour?”

“You said yes,” replied the naked figure lying on her bed, a spitting image of the one in the fold-out poster.

Except this one wasn’t covering his crotch. His arms lay on either side of himself, like an angel spreading his wings.

Bronwyn cleared her throat as her gaze wandered over his body, piece by piece, wondering how long it might take to count the ink on his skin. Blinking hard at the ludicrous thought, she licked her lips and stepped forward.

“I see,” she said softly. “It’s quite a lovely gift to receive for just one simple word.”

She caught the twitch of his lips as they threatened to spread into a smile before he shifted onto his side, facing her.

“I have more,” he commented.

“More?”

“More gifts to give.”

“Oh,” Bronwyn mouthed, taking another step. “And what do I have to do to earn them?”

Harry sat up then, and rose from the bed to meet her.

“Absolutely nothing,” he replied, sliding his hands underneath her ears and kissing her so intently, so seductively, that she hadn’t time to react.

His lips were warm and soft against hers, his tongue darting far enough into her mouth to clue her into what other things he had in mind. Her hands nearly trembling, she brought them up to reach for bare skin. Her fingertips grazed the flesh beneath his ribs, and she heard him hum against her mouth. As her hands traveled down his abs, she felt his erection poke against the hem of her dress. Adrenaline rushing through her, she wrapped her hand around it just as a low groan sounded from his chest.

“Mmm, yes,” Harry breathed, his fingers reaching behind her neck. “Let’s get you out of this dress, baby.”

Quickly finding the zipper, Harry had it pulled halfway down before Bronwyn released his cock from her hand and stopped him.

“Wait.”

“What's wrong?” he asked, his swollen lips in a pout.

“I just…” Bronwyn hesitated, looking him in the eye before averting her gaze to the inked butterfly on his stomach. “I just want to remind you that I’m kind of...a big girl. My body isn’t-”

“Shhh,” Harry quieted her with a finger on her lips. “None of that. I want you, Bronwyn. Do you want me?”

Bronwyn nodded, Harry’s finger still pressing on her mouth. With a tiny smirk, he released it, mimicking her nod before resuming his task with the zipper. She watched him intently as she felt the cool breeze on her back, trying her damndest not to crumble. She wanted to be the other Bronwyn, the flirty, alive one he’d spoken about earlier. But she knew it was no use. Naked Bronwyn was as close to vulnerable as she could get, despite the hungry look in his eyes.

The thick fabric of her dress slipped heavily from her shoulders and fell around her feet which were still clad in leather boots. A slight chill nipped at her skin as she shut her eyes and allowed herself to count her own breaths before looking up at Harry. He stared at her with hooded green eyes as he licked his lips and reached behind her again to unhook her bra.

The silence was deafening except for the echo of their heartbeats, punctuated by their breaths. For a moment, Bronwyn wished she had thought to put on some music, but it was too late for that. As Harry slipped off her bra, his fingers grazed her breasts, and it was as though the fire inside of her had come to the surface, sparks igniting, and she just about came unglued.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured before even realising.

“Yeah babe, you like to be touched here?” Harry asked.

“Mmhmm,” Bronwyn nodded.

Cupping her breasts, Harry let his thumbs run over her nipples. A slight grin twitched at the corner of his mouth as he seemed to take pride in making her feel good. With a sigh, Bronwyn threw her head back, no longer worried about her body image or insecurities. She was convinced now that Harry was in it for the pleasure, and he was quite good at it.

“You are so fucking sexy,” she heard him say as he pinched her nipples, earning a moan from her.

His hands continued their caresses on her bosom before making their way to the waistband of her knickers. Bronwyn watched him as he pulled them down and around her boots, helping her step out of them.

“C’mere, love,” he said, taking her hand and backing into the edge of the bed.

“Um...am I to leave these on?” Bronwyn asked shyly, pointing at her boots.

“Yes please,” Harry requested, his expression serious. “Just for now.”

Before she could protest, Harry crouched down, his face level with her belly. His hands on her hips, he placed a soft kiss just below her navel, another a bit lower, and one more for good measure. Feeling light-headed again, Bronwyn let out a gasp when Harry lifted her thigh and placed another kiss on the inside.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” she swore as his tongue began to leave a trail across her skin, inching closer to her already moist and anticipating center.

“Mmhmm,” Harry sounded against her inner thigh, teasing and tantilising her with more kisses.

Then with one more lick across her flesh, he seemed to find his destination. Bronwyn purred as his tongue circled around the delicate folds and landed on her already swollen bud. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d experienced such immediate ecstasy, nor did she want to.

Harry’s hands moved from her thighs around to her bum as he continued to devour her. The sting of his cold rings on her tender and bare skin was both alarming and alluring, and that combined with the unstoppable high that was rising throughout her body, she suddenly worried she might not be able to remain standing.

“Oh my God, Harry,” she moaned, reaching for the bedside table to steady herself.

“Here, baby,” she heard him say as he urged her thigh up. “Put your foot up here.”

Still disoriented, Bronwyn managed to place her foot on the frame of the bed, next to Harry’s head. Not only did it help her balance, but it gave Harry wider access.

With a deep growl, Harry ran his hand up her boot to her bare thigh, his digits stopping at her clit. Bronwyn let out a cry as he began to play, the calluses on his fingertips creating a melody of their own against her soft, exposed skin.

“That feel good?” Harry inquired.

“Yes,” Bronwyn managed to breathe. “But...inside, please. I want them inside me.”

Bronwyn felt his breath against her as he chuckled low and gingerly slipped his fingers inside.

“Like that?” he asked.

“God, yes!” she exclaimed, shifting her hips in order to meet his fingers where she wanted to.

“Mmm, you’re so warm, Bronwyn,” Harry remarked. “So warm and wet. I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

With a groan, Bronwyn looked down at him, his green eyes burning so darkly, she could swear they were black.

“Well, what are we waiting-”

Harry chuckled again, a devilish grin on his face as his hand continued to pump its fingers.

“Patience, baby,” he said. “One thing at a time.”

“Ho-holy shit, you’re gonna drive me mad.”

“Hope so,” Harry added before returning his mouth to its task.

The combination of his tongue and fingers was enough to send Bronwyn over the edge, her legs trembling as she howled a long, orgasmic cry. Her hands that had found their way into his hair, tugged gently as she came down, setting her booted foot on the ground once again.

“Wow,” she exhaled, pushing her damp hair from her face.

She watched as Harry kissed her thigh once more before he shimmied himself up from the floor and rose to face her. She couldn’t help but smile as he wiped his mouth and chin free of her juices.

“So…” she said as he pulled her close. “There’s to be a second part?”

Harry’s dimple dipped in his cheek as he laughed low. “I might have other things in store.”

“I just might, as well,” Bronwyn teased, lacing her arms around his neck.

Tilting his head, Harry kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his tongue, causing another moan to rise from her throat.

“I love the sounds you make,” Harry growled against her ear as he ran his hands across her bum. Bronwyn decided she really liked that.

“Can I take these off now?” she asked, referring to her boots.

“Sure,” Harry smirked. “If you must.”

Biting her lip, Bronwyn considered leaving the boots on, but decided they’d had enough fun for one evening. Slipping them off, she felt another fire in her belly, but not one of nerves. That orgasm had ripped through her, and the anticipation of more to come was overwhelmingly thrilling.

“Thank you for keeping them on during that, though,” Harry added when Bronwyn was turned away from him, setting her boots beside the closet. “That was really hot.”

Just as she was about to turn around again, she felt his warm, lean body press against her back. Sliding his hands down her hips, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, gently nipping at her skin.

“I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting too long, handsome,” Bronwyn commented, covering his hands with hers.

“Mmm,” he hummed against her ear. “You’re not keeping me waiting. I’m right here.”

“I meant that pistol you have poking me in the bum.”

Harry chuckled. “Oh, you noticed.”

“How could I not?” she remarked, bringing their joint hands to her stomach. “It’s quite lovely.”

Harry turned her around then, his green eyes dancing with glee. This time it was Bronwyn who took the initiative and brought his face to hers, kissing him deeply and passionately. Slowly, she raked her fingers down his chest and stomach until she met his hard cock.

“God, Harry,” she moaned against his lips as his heavy breaths pushed out with hers. “I dunno if I’d rather have you inside my mouth or my pussy.”

She gingerly began to pump his erection, waiting for his response. When she reached underneath with her other hand, she cupped his balls, earning a guttural moan from him.

“Shit, woman,” he cried. “Here I thought I was gonna be the one to drive you mad.”

“Perhaps it’s my turn now, darling.”

“Unnngggh yeah,” Harry sighed, throwing his head back as Bronwyn fell to her knees.

The initial lick around his cock to wet it was easy. Taking him into her mouth, she felt the heat ignite again inside her core. But when Harry began to moan again, threading his fingers through her curls as she sucked him, she quickly realised how badly she wanted to feel him inside of her.

Concentrating on the task at hand, however, she reveled in the feeling of his firm dick in her hand, her lips wrapping around it like the best lolly she’d ever tasted. Running her free hand across the flesh just above his hip where his tattooed laurels lay, she listened to his breaths, each one released a bit more jagged than the one before. Finally, when she took him a little deeper into her mouth, allowing her tongue the suction it needed, she felt him tremble as he cursed.

“You’re so fucking good at that…” he gasped. “Oh shit.”

Bronwyn continued for a bit longer, delighting in the sounds he made before popping off of him.

“Shall I continue, or…”

“No, no. I’m getting too close. I’m sure it’s amazing to come in your mouth but...I’d rather fuck.”

“Mmm, good. Me too.”

Rising from the floor, Bronwyn took Harry’s hand as he helped her up and guided her to the bed.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, his voice so deep and laced with sex.

“Sorry?”

“Do you want me on top?”

A tiny giggle escaped her throat as she looked at him incredulously, unable to hide the joy his inquiry gave her.

“Whatever you’d like, honey. Sorry, I’ve just...never had anyone ask me that before.”

“Mmm, well I want to please you the best way I can,” declared Harry, slipping his ringed hands around her waist. “Do you like it from behind?”

“God, yes,” she nodded before lifting her hand to his cheek. “Except then I wouldn’t get to look at your gorgeous face.”

A low chuckle sounded from his chest. “Alright then.”

“Oh, here,” Bronwyn suggested, pulling open the drawer of her bedside table. She grabbed a wrapped condom and handed it to Harry. “I promise I’m not presumptuous. Just prepared.”

“Of course,” agreed Harry with a smirk.

As he rolled the condom over his length, Harry watched Bronwyn as she positioned herself on the bed, her bedroom eyes awaiting his accompaniment. Then crawling onto the bed to join her, he slithered his body between her legs and kissed her.

“Harry…” she suddenly spoke when he lifted his head to look into her eyes. She wasn’t quite sure why she decided to ask her next question, or why this felt like the proper moment, but she allowed it to slip from her lips, nevertheless.

“Yes, love?”

“Is this what you imagined?”

Staring at her for a second, Harry shook his head. “Even better.”

A smile slowly spread across her face as her fingers tickled his arms.

“That might be a lie,” she quipped, “but I’ll believe it anyway.”

“It’s not.”

“Doesn’t matter. I like it.”

Spreading her legs, Bronwyn reached down and guided Harry inside, his cock sliding in slowly, making her toes curl. With a gasp, she felt him slide back and in again before finding a steady pace. She watched his face as he stared into her eyes, his perfect lips slightly open.

“How’s that feel?” he asked, their bodies rocking smoothly.

“Incredible.”

Harry nodded in agreement, his eyelids blinking slowly. It wasn’t long before Bronwyn had a hard time keeping her eyes open as well, and she started to lose control of her breathing.

“Oh, God,” she panted.

“Yeah, baby, you feel so fucking good,” Harry moaned. “Put your legs around me.”

With a little help, she did as instructed, wrapping her legs around his waist, giving him the deepest access. Soon enough, she began to feel the build-up of an orgasm, hitting her at just the right spot. Grasping at his back, she held onto Harry for dear life, moaning into his shoulder. There was no need for her to warn him how close she was. He seemed to know as he picked up speed and thrust deeper and deeper. Finally, the dam broke and she released a loud cry.

“Harry! Oh! Fuck me!”

“Yeah, baby. Come for me,” he growled in her ear. “‘m almost there.”

A couple more bucks from his hips sent the second orgasm of the night shivering through her entire body. Just as she was crying out his name again, he cursed against the pillow and groaned low, his back trembling underneath her hands.

They both lay still for a few moments, their bodies both perspiring and spent. Finally, Harry lifted his head, kissed her softly, and laid it back down on her chest with a sigh.

“You’re right,” remarked Bronwyn in a whisper, her fingers playing lightly in his curls.

“About what, baby?”

“That was better that I imagined. Way better.”

With a deep hum, Harry slid his hands down her sides and back up again. Normally a movement like that would have sent Bronwyn into a fit of giggles, but in that moment, it wasn’t funny, and it didn’t tickle. Instead, it was like a gesture of contentment - of being a hundred percent satisfied.

The morning sun had yet to make its appearance as Bronwyn tiptoed into the living room and picked up her camera and brought it to her desk, opening her laptop. She knew it was early, and she hadn’t wanted to leave Harry’s side, but she had work to do. As she waited for her photos to transfer, she jumped when she heard a rustling behind her.

“Oh, you startled me,” she said, her hand over her heart.

“What time is it?” Harry asked as he strode across the room, scratching his scruffy jaw.

Unable to control the flutter in her tummy at the sound of his low, gravelly, sleepy voice, Bronwyn smiled.

“Far too early for you to be up, love,” she declared. “Go back to sleep.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, ignoring her request and placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Work. I still have the second part of last night to do, you know?”

“I thought we did that,” Harry giggled as he nuzzled her neck.

“Stop it, you! I mean my job.”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed cheekily.

“Go, honey,” she instructed. “I’ll probably be a while. You’re still sleepy.”

“No, I’m lonely and horny.”

Bronwyn groaned, not because she wanted him to leave her be, but because she’d much rather be with him in her bed. Caressing her shoulders with his fingers, his mouth continued to nip at her neck.

“You’re not making this easy,” she protested.

“Not trying to,” he murmured. “Actually, I only got up to wee. I’ll leave you to your work.”

“You little shit.”

Bronwyn heard Harry giggle on his way to the toilet, but on his way back he blew her a kiss before retreating to her bedroom.

Fortunately, because Bronwyn had already done several write-ups and reviews for Austin’s band and the Double X bar, she was able to zip through this one in record time. The sun was just starting to peek from behind the clouds when she pushed aside the beaded curtain and watched Harry sleeping soundly. He looked so lovely and content, she hated to make the mattress shift for fear she’d wake him. Much to her surprise, however, he seemed to know she was coming, and rolled over to spoon her as soon as she laid beside him.

Oh, Harry, she thought. I could do this everyday…

Blinking her eyes, she tried her best to hold back the moisture that threatened to fall. What the hell had she just done? She’d known he’d be leaving, and yet she’d let herself…

No. No, she was not falling for him. It was one night of sex. Amazing, mind-blowing, perfect sex. But still, sex just the same. With someone she used to hate, who was famous, even. Perhaps things had come full circle, and despite fulfilling their desire to be lovers, they could still remain friends. But she was determined to leave her heart out of it, no matter what.

With a low grumble, she felt Harry shift slightly before finding his resting spot once again, his arm around her, his breaths tickling her hair as she stared at the wall.

No, she was not falling for him.

The sun shone through the curtains, casting shadows on the opposite wall. Harry had awakened before Bronwyn this time, starting the coffee and bringing her breakfast in bed while Bill Withers sang in the living room.

Lifting a strawberry to his lips, she thought again about the feeling she’d had earlier. This was certainly something she could get used to, but the reality was that she’d never get the chance to.

As if he could read her mind, Harry brought up his leaving the next day.

“I fly out in the morning,” he said.

“I see,” Bronwyn commented, looking down at the plate of fruit.

Harry lifted her chin gently to look at him. “I have all day free though. I wanna spend it here with you.”

Bronwyn took the dishes to the kitchen, laying the tray on the counter as she tried not to let her emotions get the best of her. When she returned, she caught sight of Harry lying back on the bed, one arm behind his head. The dark shadow of his stubble combined with the glow of his tattooed skin in the sunlight took her breath away. He mouthed the lyrics of the song playing until he looked up and saw her stood across the room.

“Wow.”

“What?” he asked.

“You’re just...can I take a picture of you?”

Harry raised a brow as Bronwyn slipped through the beaded curtain to grab her camera. Returning with a smile, she held it up.

“Not to post or anything,” she assured him. “Just for me. A momento.”

“Bronwyn-“

“Please?”

Sitting up, Harry arranged the pillows, then lied back with a sly grin. Climbing onto the foot of the bed on her knees, Bronwyn lifted the camera and took the photo. Just one, because it was all she needed. From the way the sun showed the highlights in his hair to the easy smile on his face, his dimple displayed just a touch and the sleepy look in his eyes, it was perfect.

Pausing, her eye still on the lens, she murmured, “So beautiful…”

With a sigh, she lowered the camera and stared at him, the sun shining behind her through the window. She liked the way he seemed to study her as well, his eyes fixed on hers until they traveled down her body.

“I agree,” declared Harry.

Biting her lip, Bronwyn crawled off the bed and set her camera on her dresser. Turning around, she started to blush when she noticed Harry still staring at her, his face serene.

“C’mere,” he beckoned, throwing the blanket off of the lower half of his body.

Bronwyn’s mouth began to water as she obliged and sat next to him on the bed. Harry pulled her into a kiss, similar to all the others, yet unique in its own right. She tasted the strawberries on his tongue, the sweet aroma filling her nostrils as he began to fondle her breasts. Understanding his intent, she wasted no more time and adjusted her body to straddle his. She kissed him hard and deeply, sucking on his tongue. He moaned against her lips as he laid back again, pulling her with him.

“You wanna be on top this time?” he asked when she sat up to retrieve a condom.

“I might crush you,” she pouted.

Harry let out a loud guffaw which filled the room. “You’re insane, my love. You really have no idea how perfectly sexy you are.”

Bronwyn shrugged and made a face, earning another one from Harry before he took the condom from her.

They made love sweetly and slowly, staring into each other’s eyes before opting for a nap. When Bronwyn awoke, Harry was still sleeping, so she just watched him for a while. He looked so peaceful and happy. She hoped it was partly because of her, though she knew it wouldn’t always be.

After showering and ordering take-out, Harry insisted on raiding her vinyl collection again, getting a better look at it, and choosing some deep cuts he favourited. Lying next to each other on the living room floor with a bottle of wine, they laughed and sang together. Bronwyn wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so immensely happy. Later, she showed Harry some of her work - her photos and other articles and reviews she had written. He was very impressed with her career, and had even recognised a handful of photos that he hadn’t known she’d taken.

“I’ve come a long way from boyband premieres,” Bronwyn jabbed.

“Heeeyyy.”

With a giggle, Bronwyn wrapped her arms around him. “You know I’m just teasing, love. But I do enjoy taking the piss.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Well, I mean, you’ve come a long way too, so it’s not really a joke.”

“Okay, fair enough,” Harry grinned before planting a kiss on her lips.

The evening, though lovely, seemed to drag on as Bronwyn watched the clock, knowing the inevitable was going to happen soon. Excusing herself to the restroom, she allowed herself a moment to cry because she refused to let a single tear shed in front of him. He’d be going on his merry way, and she just had to put on her big girl knickers and face it.

“What’s wrong?” she heard Harry ask when she returned to the sofa.

“Nothing, why?”

“You’ve been crying,” he remarked.

Wow, perceptive, she thought. Can he see right through me?

“Um…” she cleared her throat. “Perhaps we should just do this now, get it over with.”

“Get what over with?” Harry asked, shifting on the cushion to face her.

“The goodbye.”

Harry’s face fell, as did his shoulders. Looking down at his hands, he seemed to study them before looking back up at her.

“I don’t really want to, Bronwyn,” he declared with a scratch to his voice.

“But you leave in the morning. I’m sure you have some packing to do, last minute details.”

“I do, but I can still come by and see you before I head for the airport,” he said.

Bronwyn’s face softened. “Well that sounds all nice and good, but it’s also just delaying the inevitable.”

“If I’m being honest, I’d rather just go on and act like we’ll be seeing each other again after...this.”

“Why?” Bronwyn choked.

“Because...it won’t hurt as bad,” Harry claimed softly.

“Harry…”

His lips crashed into hers before she could say more. Throwing her arms around him, she held on tight, not wanting their lips to ever separate.

When they finally did, she realised she was shaking, her breaths uneven as she tried to control her emotions. Harry caught the first tear on her cheek before she did, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I didn’t think it would be this difficult,” she admitted.

“Goodbyes are always difficult, love,” Harry said softly. “If they were easy, there’d be no heartbreak.”

“Is your heart breaking too? Because…oh, damn it.”

Angrily pushing away another tear from her cheek with her fist, she sat back, giving some space between her and Harry.

“I’m sorry, Bronwyn.”

“I know you are, Harry. It’s not your fault. I just...ugh, I didn’t know I’d feel this way!” she whined as she rose from the sofa and turned her back to him.

Strings of silence threaded the air until Harry finally spoke again. “I didn’t either.”

Sniffling, Bronwyn dared herself not to turn around and look at him. She knew she’d crumble into tiny pieces if she did. Looking down at her hands instead, she gave a wry chuckle.

“I reckon this is payback for hating you for so long,” she confessed.

“No. No, it’s absolutely not.”

“Yeah. Karma’s a bitch.”

Bronwyn hadn’t known he’d risen from the couch until she felt him touch her shoulder and slide his hands down her arms. She listened to his breathing as she continued in vain to try to control her own. When she trembled again with another set of tears, Harry slipped his hands around her waist and hugged her close to his body.

“I wish I could change things,” he said, “but...we both knew how this was gonna end.”

“I know. Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“No. That’s why I don’t wanna say goodbye.” Turning her around, he lifted her chin to look at him and kissed her lips softly. “I’ll call you in the morning, okay? I’ll come by before I leave.”

Unable to utter a word, Bronwyn merely nodded. One more loan tear trickled down her cheek, and Harry wiped it away with his thumb.

“Please don’t cry, love,” he begged. “You’re far too enchanting to cry.”

Bronwyn raised her eyebrows. “Enchanting?”

“Mmm,” Harry nodded, lightly caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “Perfect word for you.”

“There you go with those lies again. If you weren’t you, I’d tell you to piss off.”

“I only speak the truth.”

Seeing him to the door, Bronwyn’s chest ached, but she reminded herself it wasn’t goodbye.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” Harry murmured before giving her one last kiss. “See you in the morning.”

Shutting the door, Bronwyn leant against it, counting to ten until she knew he must be gone from her building. Then walking through the beaded curtain, she fell down onto the bed, covered herself with the blanket that now smelled like Harry, and cried.

2 March, 2020 - New York, NY, USA… 4:11 AM

The buzzer woke her up, loud and persistent. Disoriented, Bronwyn sat up and reached for her phone, only to remember she’d left it in the other room. Stumbling in the dark, she found it on the table, several notifications from Harry on it, all of them asking to let him in. Still unsure what was going on, she heard the buzzer again.

“Bronwyn, it’s me!” he called when she pressed the intercom.

“Harry, what the hell? It’s four in the morning!”

“Let me in, baby. Please.”

Buzzing him in, Bronwyn could hear his feet coming up the stairs before she swung the door open.

“Harry-“

Her sentence was interrupted by the collision of his body against hers as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Backing her into the apartment, Harry kicked the door shut with his foot.

“What- what are you doing here?” she panted when he released her lips.

“There was a change of plans,” he explained. “They booked me for an earlier flight. I had to see you before I left.”

“When...do you have to leave?”

“Now. In a few minutes. Car's waiting for me outside.”

“Damn it.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just...ugh.”

Crashing into her mouth again, he kissed her lustfully. Bronwyn allowed the moment of passion, knowing the ending was near. This was it. The wonderful week was over, and she may never see him again.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, she told herself. But still, who knew when they’d meet again. In another seven years? God, I hope not.

His hands in her hair, Harry whined as he broke the kiss.

“Baby, I...I just couldn’t leave without saying good-”

Bronwyn pressed a finger to his lips like he had to hers the day before. “I thought you didn’t wanna say goodbye.”

Harry shook his head, his brows furrowed as he frowned.

“Then don’t.”

Releasing her finger, Bronwyn cradled his face, kissing him on the forehead, on the crinkle between his eyebrows, down to his nose, and finally his lips. A loud ring startled her as she pressed her cheek to his.

“Fuck,” Harry muttered, pulling his phone from his coat pocket.

Bronwyn’s arms fell as she backed away and allowed Harry to answer the call. She covered her mouth with her hand, the only way she knew to keep the cry from rising from her throat.

“Yeah? I’m here,” he said into the phone. “I know. I’m leaving now.”

Swallowing hard, Bronwyn watched Harry shove the phone back into his pocket before he reached for her again.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I have to go now.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“One last hug, please?”

With a hesitant nod, Bronwyn fell into his arms, inhaling his scent in hopes of keeping the memory forever. Turning for the door, she watched him open it and step out into the hallway.

“I’m so glad we had this time together, Bronwyn. Whether you believe it or not, I think you’re incredible.”

“Me too, Harry,” she muttered.

“See you.”

She shut the door before he even made it to the second step, unable to watch him go. Chewing on her lip, she willed herself not to cry. But suddenly, she felt aimless, clueless as to what to do in her own home. She surely couldn’t sleep now. Feeling the tears start to fall, she wiped her eyes hastily, telling herself it was unnecessary.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed.

Throwing the door open, she ran down the stairs, hoping she could catch him before it was too late. With heavy breaths, she reached the bottom just as he was getting into the car.

“Harry!”

Stopping short, Harry turned around and she was met with tear-stained cheeks that mimicked her own.

“Harry,” she repeated just as he pulled her into a warm embrace.

“Don’t forget me,” she cried into the sleeve of his coat. “Please.”

“Oh love, of course not.” Pulling back to look at her face, he brushed her cheeks with his thumbs. “I didn’t forget you for seven years, after knowing you one evening. How could I forget you now?”

Her face softening, she held onto him as she looked into his sincere eyes.

“Really?”

“Really. I wasn’t lying when I said you’d made an impression on me.”

“You only speak the truth,” she quoted.

A beautiful smile slowly spread across his face, and just like the first time he’d smiled at her that way, she felt weak in the knees.

“That’s right,” he confirmed.

Bronwyn grinned back. “I believe you.”

Tilting his head, Harry planted another deep kiss on her mouth before finally releasing his hold, and letting her go.

“Until next time?” she asked, stepping back.

“Of course, baby. And I’ll give you a ring if I find any more great vinyls that remind me of you. I’m sure there’ll be loads.”

Bronwyn couldn’t help but giggle. “That’d be lovely. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he said, blowing her a kiss before climbing into the backseat. “Take care, love.”

Bronwyn stood on the steps and waved until the car was out of sight. She let herself cry then, though she was surprised it wasn’t a flood like she’d anticipated. It was a bittersweet goodbye, like most goodbyes were. She knew she was going to miss him. Perhaps one day...in seven years or seven months...she would have the joy of seeing him again. Until then...there was always the music.

~THE END~

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Our dinner | P.2

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Authors note: Hey guys I finally upload the part.2 i literally forgot to upload it AHAHHA.And yes I changed the Title because It's a secret HEHE. And I would like to thank you guys for the likes on my P.1 story it means so much to me 🌺💮🦢

I woke up early in the morning to start my day I literally haven't planned on waking up early since it's Saturday and all I do is Stay home and chill. My fight with Pablo is still not ok we haven't sorted it out. Neither of us Want to apologize and about last night Pablo went home in the middle of the night knocking loud on the door.

And now that It's Saturday maybe this is the time we talk about our argument. Because I'm that type of person who doesn't like drama especially fights. I even regret Yelling at him for not taking me out maybe I'm being dramatic like he said. While I'm lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the bedroom door open revealing a tired Pablo. I was making us breakfast i expect him to hug me or talk to me about our fight last night but instead he grab his phone and type something that made him SMILE! wth.

I sighed while still cooking at the pancakes and when I'm done making pancakes I grab some plates for us and I made way to the fridge to find something to drink and I pick an orange juice for Pablo and apple juice for me. Once everything is Done I take the pancakes out and put in each plate and I also take some blueberry, strawberry and honey to Finish the pancakes. After that I didn't call him to breakfast after his behavior this morning he must be The one who talk or try because he's the MAN ! but oh well...

I was eating my food while scrolling to TikTok and I saw him washing his hand and take some fork to eat pancakes without a single word spoke to him not even a "thank you" or smile but NONE he didn't show any emotions. I finish my pancakes fast because I don't want to his Face Right now. Once I finish eating I put the dishes on the sink and Test him if he wash mines call me Brat but this man is On my nerves right now.

I went to the bathroom to shower a "long relaxing shower" after that I put some black shorts and paired it with over size shirt. I'm trying so hard not to steel his Comfy hoodies thankfully I still manage to not steel some he will for sure think I'm trying to Impress him Hehe. After I did my skincare routine and I put some mascara and lip oil and I'm ready to go downstairs to watch some movies that I have in mind.

While I was searching the movie I want to watch I hear the water drain and I want to look if he was washing the dishes but my mind said No. The water is still turning on and I know that his washing the dishes. After I find the movie I want to watch i get comfy. Half way through the movie I became hungry idk why so I went to the kitchen and when I'm about to open the fridge to grab some Food I find my PLATE witch the pink plate Pablo know that is my plate and This Animal is not washing my dishes.

I sighed and wash my dishes as I put the plate on the drawer while suddenly Pablo was in the living room clicking another movie my jaw drop on how disrespectful his behavior was I didn't say anything and went to him and pay his shoulder and said. " Gavi why did you turn off the movie I watch " he turn to me and said "come here" I did what he said and he turn off the movie while I make my self comfortable. "can we talk" he said minutes later

"Mhmm" I reply while looking at the ceiling " I'm sorry I really am. I regret every words I have said to you amor and I know that you will not forgive me easily and I truly understand that because of my stupid behavior but I just want you to know that I'm sorry and believe me or not I don't know how to apologize and that uhm I'm really really sorry I love you and I promise I will not do it again" he said while he take your hand slowly and stroking it with his thum.

"Look babe thank you for apologizing and I appreciate that but I need see actions to prove that you are really sorry because Last time we argue you always said the word "I will not do it again" which was a lie. And I'm sorry to for Testing your temper and I want to see if you really sorry or not. " I said calmly. " Yes amor I will show you " he said while hug and that day everything change ......

After the day you and Pablo talk about your argument Pablo change so much. He now go home Early to see you he even make you morning breakfast which was rare because he doesn't know how to cook and when you ask him "who told you to cook babe" he always answer "It's a secret" you just laugh on how adorable he is. And he often take you out or spoil you with hundreds of gift you always told him it's to much and ofc he's so stubborn to listen.

MONTHS later he is like a sweetheart to you and that you plan on Telling him that you have forgive him. So your plan was to cook dinner and tell him that you forgive him and everything will back to normal. You cook him a soup , a fish, carbonara, and ofc his favorite sushi and for dessert you made him carrot cake and homemade ice cream. You set all the food in the table and after that you change since you fell like Smelling fish HEHE.

After you change you heard the doorbell ring which means that Pablo is here you Excitedly open the door and to see a crying Belen in the door you freeze and said "Mama are you ok come here" you said while you close the door and make her sit on the sofa " Mama do you want to eat I made dinner " you said but nothing came in her mouth she just sob there and you stand up and take some water to help a little "here mama Have some water" you said while handing her the water "thank y.. ou dear" she said while drinking the water.

"Mama can you tell me what's wrong your worrying me" I ask again" dear I'm so sorry to ruin your night but I.. i... I have something to tell you that will break your entire heart " she said and now you feel nervous about what he's talking your thoughts goes on by "did someone die?" , "am I fired at my work", but you shock your thoughts away. "What is it mama" you said in nervous voice " P.. a.. Pablo-" before she could finish when you hear the name of your beloved boyfriend everything stop. " What happened to him" you ask in Trembling voice.

"he... He.... Got in to a car crash and ..and that according to the police that there is a white Lamborghini that overtake him and... And that was the reason he got into car crash and dear I'm sorry but we got him in the hospital and that's when the doctor said he couldn't make it. I'm so so sorry we didn't tell you... but he... He got you this" she said sobbing while I was crying my lungs out I couldn't believe this is happening.

I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe but lucky Belen was there to help me after a couple of hours we finally calm a little bit and "Dear I'm sorry but I think I need to go and that please tell me if you need anything and if you want to see Pablo tell me so we can drive together yeah?," she said sobbing with red tired eyes. I just nod nothing comes In my mouth. " Uhm also Pablo got this for you the police saw it and have your name written " she said handing me the bouquet of flowers with letter on the top. And that when I lost it I scream and cry on Belen's shoulder my voice was crack my eyes are tires my heart was bleeding with regret and pain. Minutes later Belen finally go home she offered me to go with her but I couldn't stand up and that I need space she understood and hug me.

After Belen go home I finally have the urge to pick the bouquet of flowers I slowly take the letter while I was sobbing so hard. I open the letter to see his adorable handwriting and I read it carefully

" Hello Amor. This bouquet of flowers is for you and l want to say that. Thank you for loving me unconditionally, thank you for giving chances when we argue,thank you for always here for me when ever I want a shoulder to cry on when I want an arms to hug or cuddle me when I need it. And thank you that you change me you turn my anger to calm thank you amor. I want you to know that this day I want to ask if you forgive me or not. But I truly understand if you still don't forgive me. But again I'm sorry for everything. I want to love you the best I could I want to spent to you with all my life. I want you to have my babies and I want to marry you in the future I can't wait to ask you to be my wife.

I LOVE YOU MY LOVE AND I ALWAYS WILL❤️

- your Pablo

And after you read it you scream and cry your heart. "You should have forgive him " you should have react dramatically "you should have loved him more" the words on your head keep running in. You cry in the your shared bedroom while you sob one of Pablo's shirt. You cry like a river you couldn't believe it you want to open your phone to check what time it was but you don't want to see your wallpaper of you and Pablo on your anniversary. You sleep with an arching heart.

You wake up early in the morning you don't know why your heart still heart. You go downstairs to find the table you set for him and knowing he will not go home anymore....

Authors note : AGHHH please tell me if it's good or not. And I'm sorry again with my grammar correct me if I'm wrong sorry. So here it's is.. thank you guys for waiting the PART 2😭🙃

[strangerquinns]

I’m still not over Joseph and his clear rimmed glasses

[suguann]

Being a camgirl comes with its fair share of ups and downs, but you never expected one of the downs to be one of your unboxings from a fan going horribly wrong during a live stream—the proof of it still buzzing between your thighs beyond your finger's reach. 

A rush of embarrassment comes with knocking on your roommate’s bedroom door and asking him for help because you’re nearing the brink of overstimulation and can’t think straight enough to get the words out. It’s worse when he stands there and says nothing—all imposing with two tattooed arms crossed over his chest—while you try to get through a sentence without moaning. 

Simon looks at you with a cocked brow and something akin to amusement as he watches you squirm in his doorway. 

Then he finally says, “Get on the bed,” in a steady and low voice, opening his bedroom door wider.

You fidget under his scrutinizing gaze as you settle back against his pillows, biting back whimpers with a too-hot face and sweat dripping down your back. 

Him settling a knee on the bed makes you jump, “Let’s take a look, love.” 

Simon crawls up the bed, forcing your knees open, and you’re suddenly very aware of how broad and big he looks, towering over you—every part of you laid bare for him to see. A large hand presses right below your belly button, jostling the toy inside you, and this time, you can’t hold back the squeal that rips from your chest. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs, voice imperceptibly deeper, his lips twitching like he’s trying to hold back a smile. “Okay, you’re going to feel a slight stretch.”

You bite your lip. “A-alright—”

Slight doesn’t even come close to the fingers sliding into you, spearing your sensitive walls open and pressing into a spot where you’ve never been able to reach with startling precision. You remind yourself that he has to do this, that he’s just being…friendly, or whatever makes the lines less blurred. 

None of this stops the fact your lower stomach burns with the promise of another orgasm when his fingers brush against the egg vibrator before accidentally pressing it deeper inside.

“Ah, there it is.”

At the sight of your scrunched nose, he asks if it hurts. You shake your head; eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to hold back the stinging pleasure racing up your spine. “N-no,” you whimper.

“Relax, okay?”

Simon doesn’t comment on how you’re implying that it feels good. So good, you think, his thumb just barely touching your clit as he twists his hand to try a different angle. Then he pushes down on your belly again, and his long fingers finally grip the vibrator.

“Oh!” you moan at the feel of it dragging down your front wall, your fingers gripping the sheets. 

He has to tell you to relax again, his voice cracking, but you hardly hear it over your heart beating loudly in your ears. His fingers drag the toy out slowly, almost too slow that you can feel it bumping against every slippery ridge inside you.

“Ah, sorry,” he says when you twitch—unapologetic—using his thumb to rub soothing circles into your stomach. “You’re so wet. I need to make sure I don’t lose it again.”

You nod, cunt clenching down at his words.

And then Simon’s fingers curl up: your thighs start quivering, breath caught in your throat, and your jaw locks up until your orgasm ripples through you. It’s unending, the strongest one yet, and just when you think it’s over, you feel the press of his palm against your clit.

“W-wait! Simon,” you moan, pushing at his hand. “No more, I‘m sensitive!”

He gets you to fall over the edge one more time before finally slipping the vibrator out of you, letting it hum softly on the bed, and your exhausted body sinks into the mattress once again. Simon gathers you into his lap, rocking you back and forth.

You swallow lungfuls of air against his chest, head still spinning and walls spasming from the aftershocks. 

He murmurs in your ear about how good you are, kisses your temple, and rubs your sides, and it’s… enlightening. Moments pass before you finally return to yourself, and when he pulls back, his brows furrow at your pout.

“All good?”

You shake your head and go with honesty. “I didn’t think you’d cuddle me afterward.”

He smiles, thumb flicking your bottom lip. “You wanted me to fuck you?” 

Your mouth falls open. “N-no—”

Then he leans down, lips brushing against your ear: “Don’t worry, love. Good girls get fucked hard.”