#how the red on her dress is reflected onto his body

[kustavglimt]

Georges de La Tour (1593-1652)

Saint Sebastian treated by Irene (1649)

oil on canvas

[imwetforyourmom]

good for you

(if you dont like how its written do not hesitate to ask mw to rewrite it!!)

warnings: smut, praising, kissing, teasing (?), swearing, dom!matt sub!reader, fem!reader, established relationship, making out

a/n: sorry this took so long to get out!! I coupdnt find any motivation to finish it. so thats mb

request

not proofread

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y/n slipped the navy blue dress up her body. her eyes scanned the dress one last time, deciding if this was going to be her final decision of the night.

a mid high thigh slit, the blue silk perfecting her skin tone, making it a shiny-ish glow.

the clothing latching onto her skin perfectly,

showing her beautiful curves, the prominent curve forming by her waist and hips. the shimmery blue reflecting onto her skin, giving it the glowy look.

the dress straps hung loosely onto her shoulders, if it were to be tugged on of some sort the straps would easily slip off.

but as good as she looked currently in the dress, she imagined she looked even better without the dress.

the lacy black lingerie currently clinging onto her skin under her dress, the small clothing translucent everywhere but where her nipples and clit were. leaving little to the imagination.

where the lingerie covered y/ns sensitive areas the flowery pattern was jet black and soft.

she ran her hands over her dress, down her hips and the top of her thighs.

inspecting her body and the soft dress one last time, deeming herself gorgeous she walked away from the mirror and to her vanity, grabbing her phone and small bag.

she walked down the stairs, where matt was sitting on the couch, waiting for his girl to finish.

"alrighty matt! im ready now." she spoke, her lips a shameless grin as she walked to the door, bending over and slipping on her heels.

"you look beautiful, baby." he mumbled, his eyes scanning from her ass to the back of her neck, his footsteps got closer to her until his hand touched her lower back.

he ran his hand up her back, until it reached the back of her head. he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "cant wait to take it off you tonight, love."

he pulled away, to put on his shoes.

y/ns cheeks went a dark red, her blush coating her face, all over her face.

not like she hadnt planned for sex later, but matts words really fucking got to her, too much.

• • •

matt slowly zoned out, staring at the woman he loved so dearly, who was currently talking to other people but looked so effortlessly perfect as she did so. the blue dress clinging to her skin so beautifully and her smile a lively and lovely expression.

y/n continued her chat with the woman who stood infront of her. the woman whom was 'Mrs. rosé' was very nice. she was soft spoken and spoke very highly of her husband.

endless compliments about Mr. Rosé slipped from Mrs. Rosé tongue so easily, as if she was speaking with genuine thought, like she'd been thinking it for years but waiting to finally say it.

matt had finally gotten enough of just watching his girlfriend, he'd been thinking about her touch, the way her body would feel, the way her eyes would look up at him.. yearning for his touch.

she just looked so perfect (not like she never did), too perfect to not be praised, too perfect to not be touched, too perfect to not be kissed.

he felt his pants tighten as he stared at her, his eyes moving across her body. the blue dress coating it, shielding her beauty from the hideousness of the worlds eyes, the eyes that took for granted, the eyes that judged, the eyes that disrespected.

he finally got enough of it, he wanted his girl and he wanted her now. he excused himself from the conversation he was supposed to be paying attention too, but was too distracted by y/ns beauty to give a fuck. he walked over to y/n and whispered into her ear, his eyes glancing at the woman she was just talking to.

"can we go home, please?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down y/ns spine. y/n reluctanly agreed and said a quick bye to Mrs. Rosé, before going with matts neediness, his hands on her waist and squeezing as he waited.

she began walking to the exit of the event, leaving matt to follow after her like a lost puppy. his quick footsteps to folllow after her, not without taking a few glances at the way her ass looked in the dress. god, this dress was doing things to him.

• • •

on the drive back, matts leg bounced, needing her, needing her so bad yet couldnt touch her, atleast not till they got home that it.

his hand squeezed the steering wheel, his knuckles turning a white with the force he was using. he took sharp inhales as he got closer and closer to home, just thinking about how y/n would look laid on their bed, laid flat on her back with her legs spread and ready just for him.

his hard-on was already painful enough, but thinking about y/n in such ways as he was was only worsening the pain, his throbbing cock begging to be put to use.

y/n glanced at matt, her eyes traveling over his body, her eyes taking in just how hot and bothered he looked, yet she couldnt put her finger on why.

his cheeks a hue of pink, his bottom lip between his teeth, his hair disheveled and messy with how many times hes run his hand through it in an anxious manner, his leg bouncing furiously slightly shaking the car as he did so. her eyes moving just slightly higher on his leg, the tent in his pants catching y/ns eye.

she chuckled as she realized why he was acting the way he was, clearly the boy needed some sort of relief and couldnt way long enough for the event to end.

even with seeing how bad he needed her she didnt do anything about it, knowing she'd be more satisfied with his reaction when they got home and he'd see her in the black lingerie underneath her dress.

• • •

as soon as matt and y/n had made it in his room he acted quickly, his hands moving fast to shut and lock the door behind him, aswell as grabbing y/n and attaching her lips to his in a fast manner, the kiss wet and needy, teeth clashing together, tongues intertwining and matts hands moving all over y/ns body.

his large palms groping the plush of her ass, kneading at it, before slapping it but then going back to kneading the skin.

matt pulled away and looked y/n in the eyes, before he broke eye contact and glanced down at her body, motioning at her dress, slightly asking if he could take it off.

y/n giggled, knowing what was to be in store. matt was already needy and horny enough, just imagine how he'd react when he saw what was under the dress.

she nodded and moved her hands to the strap of her darkish blue dress, pulling down the straps and letting it fall down her body. faster than she intended it fell to her feet, exposing the lacy, flower pattern lingerie.

matts eyes almost bulged out of his head, his jaw falling ajar and his hands working faster than his mind could, immediately going to grope her boobs. a muttered "you're absolutely breathtaking, oh my fuck." leaving the barrier of his lips.

he put his hands on her waist and pushed her to the bed, plopping her down onto it. he moved quickly, his hands going to the hem of his shirt and pulling it off, then reaching for her bra, his eyes glued to the lacy, almost see through material.

"I cant believe you wore this all night, just for me" he whispered, his voice quiet and his cheeks a pink as he stared down at her body, his eyes leaving a burning feeling all throughout y/ns body.

he leant his head down, his lips ghosting over the skin of her breasts, still with the bra. his hands unclipped the clasp of the bra and gently pulled it off her shoulders. his eyes widening at the sight of his girlfriends beautiful, beautiful body.

"holy shit y/n.. you're so pretty." he spoke with sincerity, being so stunned by her beautiful tits like he hadnt seen them literally two days ago. his head ducked down to pepper hot and wet open-mouthed kisses all over her chest, before focusing on her nipple. the wetness of his mouth covering her nipple sending shivers down her spine.

the sucking and the light biting of his mouth on her hardened nipple eliciting a moan from y/ns mouth. her back arching as matts cold fingers went to her other nipple, pinching and massaging. he pulled his mouth away from the one, before attaching it to the other and repeating his previous actions to it.

he pulled away from both nipples as his hands went to the waistband of his pants, trying to unbutton and pull his boxers down quickly, needing to be inside her, needing to feel her.

y/ns hands went to the waistband of her own panties, hooking her fingers into them and pulling them down her legs, pulling her legs to her chest to help herself pull them off.

then spreading them and placing them on the sides of her, giving matt the perfect view of her pussy.

he groaned at the sight, his mouth falling open and his hands going to positon himself at her entrance, her arousal covering his dick quickly.

he pushed his tip in, already grunting at the feeling. "a- are you ready, baby?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers as he waited to push fully inside her.

"yes, fuck, matt please." she whined, her bottom lip feeding between her teeth in anticipation. needing him, needing more of him.

he placed both hands at either side of her sides, balacing his weight onto them as he pushed the rest of his cock inside her.

a groan leaving his lips while a whimper leaves y/ns. a burning sensation flooding throughout her body as he bottoms out. already finding himself whimpering with how good she feels and hes only been inside her for a few seconds.

"fuck, baby, you feel so good." he mumbled, slowly pulling his hips out, until he was almost all the way out, before thrusting back in.

a gutteral scream escaped y/ns throat, a scream so brutal and loud it scraped her throat—from matts sudden quickened pace, his hips thrusting concerningly fast into hers, his cock filling up her tight walls.

"matttt- fuckkk" she moaned, her back arching and her eyes rolling back, he'd only been in her for a few minutes and she was already at a loss of words.

"mm, you're taking me so well." he praised, his eyes taking in the sight of his girlfriend, her messy hair, a light layer of sweat on her skin, her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes just barely staying open.

y/n spread her legs wider, and pushed them to the sides of her hips leaving matt right between her legs, his cock getting an even better angle into her, going deeper into her.

matt moaned feeling the way y/ns walls hugged his dick, it all feeling so perfect. "fuck, this pussy was made for me" he mumbled, his voice coming out in a low, gutteral tone.

y/n threw her head back, her mouth falling open as pornagrapical moans escaped her lips.

matt grabbed her chin with his pointer and thumb, pulling her face foward and attaching his lips to hers, in a hot and sloppy kiss, yet passionate. full of teeth colliding, exchanging spit and tongues dancing together.

matt rocked his hips into hers, before pulling away from y/ns lips and thrusting into at an even faster pace, if that was even fucking possible.

he placed a hand on a her hip whilst the other on the bed, to both support him and to ensure his girlfriend wouldnt go flying off the damn bed.

"you're incredible." matt groaned, his eyes falling to her eyes, keeping them there to the best of his abilities while still going mercyless into her.

"hmm- ngh—" she moaned, she threw her head back as her eyes rolled back and long, drawn out moans slipped so effortlessy from her lips.

matt stared down at her, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, but also curling slightly.

he grabbed y/ns chin and tilted it upwards so it was facing him, "look at me, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes and that pretty face of yours, hm?" he mumbled, his thumb rubbing her cheek so innocently, as if he wasnt doing a very sinful action to her aswell.

"'m close, matty-" she spoke, her voice breathy and quiet. cutting herself off with a moan. the tightening in her stomach only tightening within each passing second.

her eyes stared up into his as best as she could, her eyelids droopy, her mouth ajar and her noises failing to sound as she was way too fucked out.

"yeah? you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?" he praised, his hand coming to her clit, rubbing the bud in tight, slow circles.

"fUck" y/ns voice broke, her back arched and her eyes rolled back.

her high approached fast, and the only warning she could give matt before she was climaxing was, "im- cu- matttt" a failed attempt, that was full of pleasure. matt continued thrusting, chasing his own high now.

matts eyes trailed down to her lower stomach, seeing the protruding dick imprint in her lower abdomen, "I fill you so deep, dont I baby?" he mumbled, his hips sputtering as his own high approached quickly.

"fuck, you feel so good" was all he said before he painted her walls white, a hoarse groan escaping his lips.

he continued thrusting, riding out his high before collasping ontop of y/n, still inside her.

"you did so good for me, baby" he mumbled, he pulled out before wrapping his arms around her waist and moving onto his side, pulling her in and holding her.

y/n moved her head into the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms around him and cuddling her body into his. slowly drifting off to sleep.

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@luverboychris @chrissturniolosfavoritesexdoll @meg-sturniolo @junnniiieee07 @mels22lunchbox @ssilentzom @dollyspsychoxo @sturnib-tch @b2cute @livvy4realll @graysturns @wh0resstuff

[xas24]

helloo, can you write one for pedri with a shy girlfriend? thank you 🙏🏽

don’t get all shy on me now ~ pedri

summary: a few instances where pedri completely loves how shy and quiet his girlfriend gets around him.

“dios mío, estás tan guapa.” (my god, you look so gorgeous) pedri stated as he looked towards his girlfriend, who stood in front of her mirror checking her outfit. his eyes raked down the pretty, blue sundress she had on and y/n could see him practically drooling through the reflection in the full length mirror.

the blood instantly pooled on the surface of her cheeks, staining her bare skin a rosy tint. she blushed hard under his gaze and the small smile that tugged tightly at her lips caused a grin to form on her boyfriends’.

pedri got up from the bed, where he was mindlessly playing some game on her phone because he refused to download it on his own. it’s more fun on your phone, he’d normally say.

he was already dressed in his own outfit as they were both getting ready to meet up with his family at their house for dinner. y/n stared at his face as he made his way over, his beard still growing out as he couldn’t be bothered to shave it lately.

y/n would never admit to him how much she loved his beard and how handsome she found him with it. never. her words wouldn’t even be able to come out clearly with how shy she gets around him, how his presence just burns her whole body alive with warmth and the inability to stop blushing.

pedri reached her and his arms wrapped themselves around her waist. his bearded chin rested against her bare shoulder and the stubbly feeling of it tickled her skin, making her giggle slightly.

pedris head came to rest against hers as her hands held his arms, encasing her against his body.

“pedriii…” she slightly whined, goosebumps spiking up along her arms at the feel of his thumb rubbing circles on the sides of her hips.

“i don’t wanna leave anymore, let’s stay here.” he mumbled and left a small peck against her shoulder.

it seemed as though she didn’t even need makeup as her cheeks were already bright red. her voice was low as she spoke to him, “no, we need to leave in a few minutes, c’mon.” she stroked his arm.

pedri hummed and turned his head so that his lips were now resting against the side of her face, his mouth hovering over her warm cheek. he started pressing kisses to her flesh and the soft giggle that left her mouth didn’t go unnoticed by him as he smiled against her.

“god, i love that sound.” pedri mumbled and fuck, now her cheeks were hurting from smiling so much.

“pedri..” she breathily whispered. he looked at her reflection in the mirror and the smirk that formed on his rosy lips at the sight of her flustered expression had her knees instantly weak.

“don’t get all shy on me now, querida.”

y/n held eye contact with him in the mirror for approximately five seconds before those big brown eyes were cutting through her whole body and ripping her gaze away from his intense, teasing one.

she slapped his hand away, hating the way he always teased her vulnerability around him. however, the lopsided smile still clung to her lips as she sternly tried to tell him off for his last minute shenanigans . “stop it, come on. your parents are probably waiting.”

•••

pedris hand came to interlock with y/ns as the tv shone its bright light onto them from the front. the pair were seated in pedris living room on a random thursday night, deciding on watching a movie to spend their free time together.

it was still relatively early into their relationship, perhaps only 2-3 months and y/n didn’t deny how shy she still felt around him. every little thing he did for her, said to her, made her body shake with nerves and her cheeks fill with blush.

and this small gesture he just did, gently sliding his fingers between hers on her lap, had her screaming on the inside. his hands were so soft against hers, so warm and smooth. she wanted to move her thumb, to rub against his tender skin but would that be weird? she didn’t know, she hadn’t done all this before.

y/n practically froze on the spot and pedri felt her body stiffen beside his as he looked over at her. when he rubbed his thumb against her thumb, she exhaled the breath she was holding in and relaxed into her seat.

pedri watched the blush rise to her cheeks and her eyes flutter gently as she tenderly tightened her fingers around his hand, signalling to him it was okay and she was comfortable.

y/n turned to look at him to see him already tentatively looking at her, and pedri melted on the spot at the little shy look she gave him - her mouth pulled into a tight-lipped smile and her cheeks a bright colour of crimson.

he couldn’t wait to pull more of these pretty, shy smiles out of her.

•••

pedri walked into his girlfriends apartment with her favourite chocolates and a new book in hand. he knew she’d been wanting to read this book for quite a while and so, on his way back from training, he made a quick stop at a random bookstore to see if they had it.

they did, and he coupled it with a big box of her favourite chocolates just to see that extra wide smile on her face and twinkle in her eyes. to see that deep tint of blush on her soft, supple cheeks.

the sound of dishes clattering around in the kitchen could be heard when he walked in and so he made his way over with a mischievous smile lurking on his lips. y/n was stood at the stove infront of a pot of boiling water, with her phone in hand.

pedri, with the surprises clamped behind his back, snuck up on his girlfriend. he did a little jog towards her and pressed his lips to her cheek in a quick kiss.

y/n smiled. she knew he was back as she heard the door open. she recognised his footsteps against the flooring.

“oh, pedri you scared me.” she told him, a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice as her eyes stayed glued to her phone but the smile stayed on her lips.

“i was going for a more realistic reaction but that’ll do.” he laid another kiss to her cheek before leaning back up to his normal height, towering over her by a few inches.

y/n locked her phone and looked up at her boy. he was freshly showered, smelt like his usual handsomeness and she instantly noticed his two hands, that would usually be engulfing her body and wandering in random places at this time of day, were currently stuck behind his back.

“what’re you hiding?” she raised her brows.

“i have a little surprise. close your eyes.” he snickered and her look of curiosity turned to one of confusion. with a huff and without question, she closed her eyes and pedri revealed his two little presents with a grin on his face.

“vale, open.”

she gasped as her eyes instantly set onto the cover of that book that lay somewhere deep within her amazon cart, but she’d been wanting to read it for so long now. excitement rapidly settled into her stomach but her heart rate practically zoomed through her chest when she saw the box of her favourite chocolates in his hands.

the blush couldn’t stop itself from painting her flesh and she gaped up at him.

“pedri!” she reached for them and admired them whilst he admired her, satisfied with her reaction this time.

he watched as she placed them both down on the counter next to her and threw her arms around his taller frame. her lips instantly attacked his in a sudden kiss but he didn’t mind as he slotted his lips against hers and she kissed her gratitude into him. she laid quick pecks against his mouth and cheek before staring at him in extreme infatuation. she adored this man so fucking much.

“you didn’t have to.” he loved this heavenly expression on her features; her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed, her lips pulled into her usual shy smile.

“i wanted to.”

•••

“c’mon a big smile!” pedri practically cheered as he held the phone out in front of him. y/n stood infront of the floral pattern of the wall behind her as pedri insisted he take some pictures.

memories, he said. memories of how good you look right now.

y/n started blushing with the looks they were getting from some people walking past. some weird and some smiling. her hand came up to cover her face as the low laughter shook from her body at the sight of pedri so focused on the pictures yet so unfocused on the people around them.

pedri smiled to himself, staring at his beautiful girlfriend through the lens of the camera. the light was displaying itself in just the right angles and everything looked so perfect, even his camera skills may he add. however, it still did her beauty no justice, he had to admit.

he couldn’t wait to just sit in his bed later that evening to stare at these pictures - she just looked so ethereal right now.

the fondness that took over y/ns body presents itself on her face as she shyly smiled at the camera, tilting her head as pedri kept snapping some pictures. just when she thought that was enough and started walking back towards pedri, he shook his head and signalled her to step back so he could get a few more shots.

“pedri, i’m sure that’s enough for you to stare at.” she joked, as if she just knew he was falling even more in love with her right now.

“no it’s not, please, just a few more.” she pouted and practically pleaded with her eyes for them to stop because she couldn’t handle how out of her comfort zone this felt, infront of so many prying eyes.

but the desperate look on her boys face made her stand back and pose with a smile on her face for a few more seconds. pedri was then beckoning her over to look through them. she swiped through them with low giggles, knowing how seriously he was taking this, and it made her heart leap.

“so gorgeous.” pedri stared at her, loving the flustered look on her face at his compliment.

“you look amazing, amor. mi preciosa.” he tucked some of her hair back behind her ear.

in that moment, he made a mental note to take more picutes of her often just so he could see this sweet, shy look on her face again.

[cheralith]

to a heart's content — 「 single father!miguel o'hara x reader (part ii) 」

content warnings ; fem!reader, implied fem bodied!reader, use of she/her pronouns, reader wears dresses and makeup, mild violence mention

contains ; single father!miguel o'hara, boss!miguel o'hara, assistant!reader, angst, angst with some comfort, some fluff if you squint

word count ; 4.3k

notes ; at long last, here's the much waited part two! truly didn't expect the first part to blow up like it did, but i'm ever so grateful for all the support and the patience for those still here!

parts ; one two three (tba)

“Lyla, show me the nearest florist from here.”

“The nearest flower shop? That’s gonna be Business is Blooming on 27th Street—”

“27th Street?!” Miguel exclaims, his shock at the distance startling him and making his hands accidentally tighten the belt he was fixing much too tightly. He lets out a strangled choking sound and quickly loosens it before his legs lose oxygen, a feat that he’d hate to do just minutes prior to an event that could possibly change his life for the better. “That’s at least fifteen minutes away and on the opposite side of Clark! I’m already late, aren’t there any other ones closer?”

Lyla’s smaller holographic form pieces together on top of his full-body mirror that displays him in a formal-casual attire consisting of a cream turtleneck, black dress pants buckled with a coffee brown belt and topped altogether with a sepia overcoat that hadn’t seen the light of day since he bought it all those years ago. She puckers her grinning lips, a little amused at the rarity of Miguel in such an outfit and thinking he looks like a cup of coffee.

“Well, there’s always that crowded grocery store on Main?” she suggests as she examines her fingernails, instantly changing the pattern of them with a snap of her fingers. “But that’s gonna cost ya another twenty minutes and you’re already what—? Ten minutes late?”

Miguel fights off a groan at her teasing. “Lyla, I’m serious. Are there genuinely not any other ones around here? Any local ones? C’mon, this is Nueva York, there has to be at least one.”

“You could always try the marketplace. But then again, it’s Sunday so might not really be wise to take your chances,” Lyla shrugs.

Miguel even wonders if men these days still even have the dignity to give their partners flowers after realizing there is a significant lack of florists in today’s day and age. He wouldn’t be like them; flowers are a timeless gift everyone enjoys and he thinks if he can’t get it for you, he might as well not call himself a man at all. 

His eyes go to spot the window in the reflection of the mirror where the sun is beginning to finally set and the city’s nightlife is rising from the dead. Buildings of all heights buster from every corner and the open road that eradicates much of the land dissolves a weary pit in his stomach, obviously annoyed at the many obstacles that block his path. Miguel takes another glance at the clock, the minute hand inching closer and closer and closer to 6:00. The initial plans were to leave the apartment by 5:30, acquire some gifts for you and then travel to the restaurant by 6:00, but seeing as how he’s still trapped in his abode, Miguel thinks that he can only do so much.

But he realizes that’s for Miguel O’Hara, renowned Alchemax geneticist and full-time father. Miguel O’Hara, an everyday citizen, couldn’t possibly crunch so much in such little time.

For Spider-Man, however…

Lyla eyes him suspiciously and purses her lips when Miguel looks at his wrists and then at the window again. “I don’t think that’s wise, Miguel.”

“What’s wise?” he replies coyly, going to quickly shovel off his clothes to replace them with a familiar blue and red attire.

“I know whatcha gonna do,” Lyla says and glitches around him as he searches for his suit. “But it’s not gonna end well, I’m tellin’ ya right now, mister!”

Miguel shakes her caution off, too occupied with shuffling on his superhero suit onto his body before neatly tucking his other outfit into his hammerspaced pocket. “It’ll be quick, I swear. I just need to get her some flowers and then I’ll be on my way. Lock up the house for me, yeah?”

“You’re not gonna make it,” Lyla shakes her head. “Just ditch the flowers and get her something on the way instead.”

But the last of Lyla’s words don’t make it to Miguel’s ears, as he’s already slinging and gliding himself out of the window and toward the given address of the florist. Lyla can only watch in artificial disdain as Miguel’s figure grows smaller and smaller through the passing seconds. She sighs, rolling her eyes as she flickers off the apartment lights before disintegrating.

The roar of the city life grows louder and louder the more Miguel comes closer to the center of it where the flower shop lays. People gather in clusters bustling about all over, making him a little weary of himself as he stares at them from above a high tower. He’s not exactly an ordinary passerby that can easily maneuver their way through so easily—especially not with this getup. Spider-Man is also a name that rather became widespread across the city of Nueva York, meaning that even if one person were to see the flash of blue and red, he’s up for trouble. 

The evildoers tonight seem to be at cease, thankfully. He hasn’t heard of any malicious plotting or future events that will take place today by any of the supervillains that hunt him down like deer recently. Then again, there’s always smaller crimes still waiting to be stopped, but he’s sure the cops will come around for those. Miguel convinces himself it’ll just be a one time thing.

Yet when the familiar song of police sirens blare through the city, he twitches at the thought of leaving such miscreants in the hands of police when he’s sure he can take them down like an army of ten men.

But the police have ten men on them, so truly he can just leave it alone, right? He’s essentially in front of the flower shop that’s seated below an apartment building. All he has to do is just jump down, get the flowers, and leave in the nick of time. He doesn’t have time to dilly dally with low-rated criminals. 

Then again, when he spots the gang of robbers in two white vans speeding down the road at a blistering speed without any caution for pedestrians, Miguel grits his teeth. On their tail is a rally of five police cars that keep gaining and losing them by the second and Miguel isn’t sure whether the irritation was from his indecisiveness or the fact that if he didn’t do anything, there will be consequences.

Perhaps do both to ease his mind? No, he can’t do that. You’re most likely on your way to the restaurant, all dolled up and fresh-faced. He still would need the time to fix himself up in some dingy public bathroom. A cop car that’s been hiding in the corner joins the chase—that’s surely more than enough to take care of them?

Miguel’s eyes go back and forth... back and forth between the two sights. Anxiety is doing little to help his situation and a mist of sweat begins to form on his skin the more the seconds tick by, making the innermost part of his suit much more uncomfortable and moist. A clock hangs by an awning nearby that displays the haunting time of 6:03 PM, just twenty-seven minutes shy of the designated 6:30 meeting time.

He glances one more time at the chase, swallowing a thick lump in his throat when he sees the vans hurdle full speed toward an open street of walking pedestrians, all ignorant of the fact to what beholds them in just mere seconds.

Miguel curses under his breath.

It’ll only be this for today, no more after that.

Fatigued eyes go to watch as the last people leave the restaurant, leaving you isolated in your little corner both embarrassed and hungry due to the heavy lack of food served on your platter for tonight. The other waiters begin to scrub the tables and booths free of crumbs and topple the chairs onto them, indicating that tonight has drawn to its close. You think you’ve memorized the entirety of the menu at this point, considering it’s really all you’ve been averting your eyes towards to avoid the looks of others.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see the waiters and waitresses pitifully gossiping about you and a heat flashes onto your face by how incredibly desolate you’ve looked in the past three hours. Internally, you thank them for their patience and how they’ve tolerated your excuses for your date’s tardiness-turned-absence, knowing that it must be a pain to look after someone that hadn’t even ordered anything besides water for the time she had been here.

You don’t even wait for your waitress to come to your table for the nth time tonight, going by your own initiative to pack up your things. Your phone is still devoid of any notifications from Miguel, as well, even after the four calls, occasional text checkups, and last minute voicemailed question of a needed rescheduling if he so desired. 

What remains is just a grayed out Read, 7:47 PM underneath all the text bubbles.

“I… sincerely apologize if I loitered at all,” you murmur with your head half-down to the young host who shuffles the menus back into the lectern. “This was truly the last thing that I had expected from him…”

You instantly take back that statement the moment it leaves your lips. If anything, you should’ve known that this would’ve happened. Foolish you were—you’ve been with Miguel for the past three years, this was everyday behavior for him. You suppose this is how Gabriella must feel constantly and another heartache pits itself within you at the shared feeling.

The host shakes his head sympathetically. “You wouldn’t be our first case, I’m sure you didn’t have any ill intent. If anything, I’m the one sorry that he made you wait that long,” he replies with evident pity. “Whoever he is, he must be a dick for leaving such a pretty thing like you alone all night, ma’am.”

“Oh, he’s—” you fall short on your words, not even having the energy to sorely defend Miguel’s name. “Never mind…” you mutter.

“Do you need a cab?” asks the host, “Well actually, I’m about to clock out for tonight. I can drive you home, if you want. It’s the least I can do for you after tonight.”

You’re about to reply to him to turn down the offer, as you suspect he’s the type of guy to use women in these situations to his advantage, but the doors suddenly burst open to reveal the one and only in a hazy state and what seems to… flowers clutched in his hands? The petals, however, are corrugated and some have even completely drooped down from their stem. The paper that is supposed to guard them is wrinkled and torn at the corners. Almost all of the bouquet is wilted, much like your own composure for tonight. 

Miguel isn’t much better. Hair and clothes a little damp, he’s frazzled and evidently guilty, as his face pales when he sees your contrasting appearance. You’re adorned in an a-lined, half-sleeved royal blue dress that made you look so regal in comparison to your daily white blouse-black pants outfit that he's seen too much of. Not to mention additional details of your styled hair and accessories just brought out the best of your beauty that was wasted on essentially nothing this evening. 

“Mr. O’Hara…” you breathe when he passes through the door. The first thing that you notice automatically when his face properly comes into view is a sharply jagged, yet thin cut on the side of his cheek. “Did someth—”

“(Y/N), I’m so… so sorry,” he chokes out. “Something c-came up at work and they asked me to help them out… I’m sorry, I know I should’ve said no, but they were kind of on my ass about it and I got so caught up with it, so I wasn’t able to text you and—”

“She waited three hours,” the host drones and juts his thumb toward the dining area where all the chairs are laid atop the tables. Its lights flicker out, leaving only the foyer and smaller hallways lit so dismally in the night. “Until closing. She didn’t order anything in the meantime, so not only you left her alone tonight, you left her alone and hungry.”

“Hey listen, bud,” Miguel snaps at the host. He points a finger at him with irate in his eyes. “Not your business, so stay out of it.”

The host scoffs with a smirk on his face. “Not the first time I’ve heard that and certainly not the first time I’ve seen this happen. Guys like you always—”

You raise a hand to stop their bickering, afraid of what might happen if things escalate further as you really didn’t desire to do anything more than just sleep off your feelings. Both men stop and turn to look at you with concern on their faces.

“Do you still need that ride home?”

“Are you still hungry?”

A frustrated head shake finally silences the both of them. 

“I’m fine, thank you for the offer, though,” you say quietly to the host. You turn to Miguel, who swallows at the sight of your tired eyes. “May we talk outside? I’d hate to stay here any longer than I need to.”

Miguel attempts to excuse himself one more time, but when you begin to pace yourself toward the door without waiting for him, he realizes he can’t exactly make any more decisions of his own any more this evening. Not after choosing his heroic duties again and again for tonight instead of tending to you.

The moon and stars tonight have made their presence with the special guest of light rain coming in for a visit. The whisper of a drizzle ghosts itself on your goosebumps skin and the chill of a wind nips at your flesh. 

Miguel is quick to follow you. “I’m really sorry again, (Y/N),” he utters so softly that it makes your heart ache with familiarity. It’s the same tone of voice he’s used with Gabriella when at times, he wasn’t able to make it to her events or practices like he promised. “Are you still hungry by any chance? I know a good 24/7 diner that’s pretty close here.”

Without turning around, you politely shake your head and begin to search for any cabs coming your way. “I’ll be okay. I think I have some leftovers in the fridge that can suffice.”

The thought of you eating alone like he did on a night that you shouldn’t be sends shivers of guilt down Miguel’s spine. He curses himself at his past actions—deciding that it was stupid to catch those robbers who didn’t even put up much of a fight, to stop that gang brawl that was happening on the corner of 5th that was resolved the moment the elderly shopkeeper began to yell, to help that old lady that was certainly taking her sweet time to cross the street. They were such unbelievably mild crimes that he didn’t need to attend to, but did anyway even with the thought of you in mind.

Perhaps he should’ve had more faith in technology, because he’s sure Lyla was going to have much fun taunting him for the rest of the week. 

“You can keep the flowers, too,” you say softly when a cab begins to pull up. “I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t think I have a vase to store them in unfortunately.”

Miguel’s grip on the dismal bouquet tightens, not even trying to fight your refusal as you get into a cab. He stops the door from closing just as you’re about to, trying one last time to make up for his actions. 

“At least let me pay for your cab,” Miguel whispers.

You know he’s sorry. You can see in his eyes the familiar gleam of woe that he’s given to his daughter. Your eyes go to flicker at the cut again, but you know that if you ask, he’s sure to give one his many excuses because it isn’t the first time he’s shown up with an injury before. And you don’t want to put yourself through that wall of verbal familiarity. 

With sorrow gentleness, you pry his fingers off the edge of the car and shut it, putting a physical barrier between you and Miguel. The eyes of the driver goes to pitifully glance at your state before beginning to rev up the engine.

You don’t even have the courage to share a glance towards Miguel one last time before the cab begins to drive off—your wallow of disappointment is deep enough as it is.

The rest of the week is agonizingly slow; Miguel dares to say it’s torturous, even.

He’s thankful you’re still acknowledging his existence and talking with him, but your conversations lack the usual warmth and gentle playfulness they often had. It was already lonely enough dealing with the lack of a third person like him at home, but the feeling of isolation felt even more scarring this time because when he came home late after your babysitting session, you didn’t bother with small talk with him, the only thing that made him realize he didn't have to do everything by himself alone.

You didn’t ask how the late shift was, how were the bosses treating him, if he was getting enough rest… no, you only kept him updated on his daughter's schoolwork and any future events regarding her and her only. Your words never included him or you, only finishing off with a goodbye and have a nice night.

At least you were still kind enough to fix him the usual leftovers.

Work itself wasn’t much better. Conversations were brief and the lab in which you two worked privately was filled with silence that was only broken with the occasional demands and directions of lab work. Sometimes a forced cough would sneak its way through Miguel’s lips if the silence began to disturb him too much. He attempted to make some at the beginning, asking how your day was and whether your father was on your tail again, but he was met with short, sharp responses. 

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Perhaps.”

“I’m not sure.”

Never have such words been so agonizing before. Ironic that they are because Miguel often hated it when people rambled and preferred it when conversations got to the point. He supposes, though, you get to the point too fast for his liking nowadays.

When he tried bringing up an explanation for Sunday’s events, you’d quickly shut it down as tenderly as possible, saying things along the lines of “It’s alright, your schedule is hectic. I can understand.” or “I just hope your work didn’t give you too much trouble.” You’re so polite about it that it hurts him. Miguel would much rather have you lash out and insult him than have you soften the landing that does barely anything to ease him because it feels like you’ve put on that mask you put in front of others—professional and orderly—and Miguel didn’t want to be seen as just a mere coworker, let alone your boss, to you.

His pride bites at his ankles. Lies coming out of his lips too regularly, he had to fib to Gabriella the morning after her sleepover when she asked about the date that you had fallen sick and weren’t able to make it. The disappointment on her face mimicked yours too eerily. She asked him if they were going to reschedule it. Miguel could only shrug his shoulders—he wasn’t even sure if you wanted anything to do with him after that event. 

At least nothing changed with you and his daughter. He’d still home to an apartment with you helping with homework or her helping with dinner or tucking her into bed. That’s all he could ask for right now.

Miguel still had the chance to redeem himself this week. There was the annual banquet held at a banquet hall to celebrate the yearly achievements Alchemax and those associated had accomplished, as well as discussing major plans for the future. It was a boring, yet formal event used for connections and idle chatter, something Miguel usually didn’t look forward to. Lyla suggested to him to convince you to go and that Gabriella would just have a one-time babysitter while you got to enjoy (or in your case, put up) with his company as he redeemed himself best as possible. You’re not one to talk with others you’ve never met, so he knew that you would most likely stick by his side for a sense of familiarity. 

It took a while, but you murmured you’d go under your breath to shake him off your tail. Miguel was elated, but it was quickly shut down halfheartedly by the reminder that you were still somewhat upset by Sunday’s incident, saying you’d take a cab to the banquet instead of driving with him like he offered.

No matter, as long as you were there by his side.

Miguel made sure that this time, he’d be out the door much earlier than the last, promising to never keep you waiting longer than a minute. A text on his phone pings that you’re near the back entrance, where the parking lot was so it’d be easier to find you. He swerves a little too harshly into the lot—either from nervousness or excitement or both—at the mention and had spotted you near the staircase adorned in a floor-length blushed, ivory pink halter gown with luminescent tulle, making you look like the human embodiment of an ocean pearl.

His eyes are so fixed on you that he didn’t realize he almost knocked himself straight into an oncoming BMW. The owner, a crabby old man he recognizes from human resources, swears and honks at him, making Miguel hide his face before hurriedly parking a little more safely. 

When he approaches you, he drinks you in your full glory. Everything about you is so fresh… so exhilarating. You’ve done your hair with a couple of clips this time, with more subtle jewelry this time. Your makeup looks tidy and perfect and Miguel enjoys the way it emphasizes your best features instead of morphing them. If only he was wiser on Sunday, he would’ve been able to savor a different version of you in blue. 

Nevertheless, you still manage to take his breath away with just a simple breath like you always have. It’s just that it was only recently had Miguel realized you had that ability and he’d be alright experiencing it again and again if it was with you.

“Mr. O’Hara?” you say and wave a soft wave in front of his face to break his trance. Somehow, you begin to grow self-conscious. Perhaps he didn’t like it? Maybe it was too revealing… the slit at the halter neckline did somewhat peek at your cleavage and you weren’t used to baring your shoulders out. “I-is everything okay?”

Miguel blinks a couple of times. His surroundings finally come into focus like your figure, making him realize how long he had been staring. “Apologies. I… never got to tell you this on Sunday, but I hope to do it now, (Y/N)... ” he clears his throat and straightens his posture, remembering to act everything out as practiced, before softly whispering with evident fondness that, “You look beautiful, tonight.”

A spark of surprise shocks your features for a brief moment, before your usual modesty is displayed again. Eye contact is broken, for you can’t fathom the thought of someone like Miguel O’Hara, favored in every possible way, would be complimenting you so casually. “Oh um. Thank you,” you choke out halfheartedly. 

Miguel leans over slightly over your figure and tucks a lock of stray hair behind your ear. If he wanted to truly make up for what happened, he was going to have to go all out tonight, even if that meant rocketing out of his comfort zone. He just barely catches you hitching a breath at the semi-intimate of physical contact as he tries his best to hide his own when he murmurs in your ear again. 

“I’m not saying it out of manners, I’m saying it factually,” he mumbles, eyeing the passersby that stare in wonder at you. Some ego swells inside of him at the jealous looks that are given to him. “You’ve bewitched me and many others already.”

You stray your gaze away at him with your hands fiddling at the skirt of your dress. “You didn’t have to, but thank you for the dress, by the way,” you murmur timidly. “I’ve never heard of a brand called Lyla, but I admit, this dress of theirs is rather nice.”

Miguel furrows his brows at the mention before Lyla briefly appears on your head, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up before disappearing. It doesn’t take Miguel long to realize that Lyla had shipped something so pristine to you without his permission, though he supposes that she had done him and you a favor given how majestic you look tonight. 

He lets out a soft breath of a chuckle before shaking his head. Maybe he’ll give her some upgrades in return.

You turn your head behind you, not knowing what he was looking at. “Is something wrong? Is there something in my hair?”

“No, no. Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts…” Miguel interjects before offering his arm to you. “We should get going. I’d hate for a dress like this to go to waste for only my eyes.”

Internally, Miguel wanted to be selfish. He wanted to be greedy and have you all for himself, savor your every move tonight, have you and him be the only ones in this place. He didn’t want anyone to look towards your direction and have you look at anyone else besides him. A little venomous thought of people not realizing you had so much more potential than they realized embeds in himself, and that their awe for tonight was too artificial. He wanted more and to give you more, but then again, he’s still Spider-Man at the end of the day, the impossible man that somehow does it all and faces the consequences head on. He can only offer a regular day citizen like you so much.

But for now, he’ll make do with what he can. Not as Spider-Man this time, but as Miguel O’Hara.

a/n ; hi yeah don't panic, there'll be a part three lmfao i lied lolol. most likely it'll be the last part to this little series i've got going, too, since i think making it a fully fledged series would kind of lead some things astray for me. that doesn't mean the end of the miggy o'hare writings, however! still will most definitely attempt to write for him bc bro's GLORIOUS

thank you all for the patience for part ii, and i hope to see that part iii comes out asap! i'll give updates for it as always, but in the meantime, thank you for reading and likes/comments/reblogs are always noticed and infinitely appreciated ( ˘ ³˘) ♡ !

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[igotanidea]

Choice: Jason Todd x reader

Jason and Y/N had been dating for a while now, but as of late he could hardly recognize her.

The shy and innocent girl turned into a bitch boss, confident, wearing high heels and expensive clothes, buying lingerie and going all high class.

Obviously, he did not complain, seeing her all powerful and sexy and when he got to slowly peel that lingerie off her during intimacy, but she suddenly started flying so high above him it was not good for his confidence. Confidence that was already shuttered.

***

She was sitting in front of the dressing table’s mirror, doing her hair and makeup, because shockingly, she decided she wanted to "party". She never wanted to "party" before. And he got a little alerted when she put on the red lipstick and eye shadow that made her look like a million dollars, while knowing what kind of men were regulars at the club she was heading into.

“I thought we could spent some time together—” he started hesitantly, not sure how to approach the elephant in the room. On one hand he wanted to just tie her to that stupid chair to make her stay with him, on the other – she’s never been more radiant and happy and ruining it would make him hate himself.

“And I thought you were going on patrol –“ she retorted fixing her hair and making a few flirty faces to the mirror.

“I was, but—”

“Then I believe those two are mutually exclusive, don’t you?”

“I could ditch it tonight.” He sighed, getting a little desperate. Abandoning his duties was an impossible choice but he would do it. For her. Just to convince her to stay.  

“And yet, we both know you won’t.”

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay Jason. Let’s just go with the night like we both planned, okay?” She reached for her bag and high heels and he suddenly felt like a reprimanded schoolboy.

“I miss you—” he almost whimpered. The big scary 6’0 225 Ibs Red Hood Jason Todd whimpered. And only for a second a glimpse of something familiar (concern? affection?) reflected in her eyes. She opened her mouth, raised her hand as if trying to cup his cheek –

Jason closed his eyes, waiting for the long-awaited reminder of what used to be between them—

It never happened.

Instead he heard the door closing in on him as she left and he was left alone.

Again.

Without as little as a kiss goodbye a single word of farewell, a squeeze of his hand or – truly – anything.

Just silence and coldness. He was used to it once. But when she had come into his life turning all the misery into happiness he got used to the warmth. And now, being deprived of it after tasting was hurtful and stung more than any cut or bruise he could get on his body.  

***

The patrol wrapped up around 3 am. And she was still not back In their little apartment. But the bottles were.

Without thinking, tossing his red hood helmet aside, Jason opened the fridge and took a greedy sip of beer. Then another. And another.

And then the time and space became completely irrelevant as the pile of empty bottles on the floor kept growing and his head was spinning.

She didn’t love him anymore.

He wasn’t good enough for her. Obviously.

He was a walking mess while she was out having the time of her life, getting men’s attention which she duly deserved. Men who would be better for her then him. Better than a scum coming back home bloodied and bruised, dragging her into troubles and constantly putting her into danger.

He should just forget about her. Leave her be.

She’s so beautiful and kind and sweet and innocent.

He should just forget about her and let her live her best life.

Even if it means leaving her.

Maybe he was destined to be alone after all. With all the blood and pain he left behind him, how could he ever expect anything more than loneliness and karma?

Jason reached for the nearest empty bottle and with the loud, almost animalistic roar threw it onto the wall making the glass shatter into million tiny pieces on the floor. But there was no way he would stop there. Shakily, drunkenly moving to a sitting position, he threw everything off the table. Watching as the tableware broke and not having any remorse about it. Then throwing the table upside down. It seemed like the alcohol made him act on his darkest self, pushing him to break and destroy. After all he was just that. Destroyer. A monster.

And when he almost started tearing off the couch his hands stumbled upon his phone on the pillow.

And the rage turned into deep sorrow.

Not so surprising given how wasted he was.

So maybe it shouldn’t also have been surprising that his brain figured out it would be a good idea to call Y/N and threw all of his emotions into her face.

Uh-huh…

***

“Jason?” her voice hit his ears, barely audible above the sound of club music and the crowd of people.

“Y/N—”

“Wait- wait a second I need to –” for a second she turned inaudible almost as if she was walking. “Now…” the silence that fell in the background only confirmed the previous theory “what’s going on?”

“Y/N—” his voice turned into a drunken sob, the resolve to have a proper, adult-like conversation melted like a snow in the sun.

“Jason?” Y/N became alerted and it was quite obvious even though he could not see her face expression.

“Why don’t you love me anymore?!”

“What?”

“You’re always leaving me… you are never home and we used to be so close together… so w-wh-why?”

“Jason, listen to me-“

“No! No you listen to me, I am here all alone and I probably deserve it, but I still love you so much and I don’t want to lose you but if you want to break up then-“

“Jason are you drunk?!”

Unbeknown to her, Jason took a look around the apartment, taking in the pile of glass and mess he left behind.

“What did you do?” The longer he was silent, the more she knew he was wasted like hell.

“I miss you-“

“How much did you drink?”

“I don’t know –“

“How much Jason?!”

“I don’t fucking know!”

“Where are you? Are you home? Just tell me you’re home and not patrolling or anything.”

“I’m home…” he slurred.

“Great. Just stay there. I have to go now.” Y/N nodded head to her company signaling she would join them in just a minute, making a carefree face as if she wasn’t just on the phone with her desperate, drunk, brokenhearted boyfriend.

“Y/n!”

“I’m serious. Stay where you are.”

“Please… please come home… we can fix whatever broke us… I need you, I want us to be us again… please…”

“Jason, just stay where you are and don’t do anything stupid-“

Those were the last words he heard before she disconnected, stepping on his poor, fragile heart. He couldn’t fight anymore, letting himself drift to darkness.

Alone…

***

It was almost midday when he opened his eyes next time. The sun shone through the window, immediately making him squirm with a groan. He had a terrible hangover and everything was too much. But the small changes that happened to magically take place overnight didn’t escape him.

Surprisingly he was covered with a warm, soft blanket he couldn’t remember putting on. Was he that drunk that it influenced and/or damaged his brain? What else did he do? Did he hurt someone? Did he--?

Oh.

He called her.

He called Y/N.

What did he say? Holy shit, did he break up with her? He couldn’t recall anything, but whatever words fell out of his mouth couldn’t have been good.

She didn’t deserve it.

He had to clear that misunderstanding out. Make her realize that he was more than just a weepy man-child and –

Ugh!

His head and eyes were killing him.

But even through heavy eyelids and pounding pain he noticed that the bottles were gone from the floor and table, the broken pieces of tableware cleared. The entire apartment seemed different somehow and not only because of the tidy, though he couldn’t capture why. And – there was also an ibuprofen and a glass of water on the nightstand and a strangely alluring smell of coffee, eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen.

What was happening?

He groaned, massaging his temples and the sound caused an audible shift in the kitchen, then the opening of the bedroom door and Y/N peeking inside. Looking just like the girl he used to know. Without vivid makeup and flashy, revealing outfit, with a natural face, innocent eyes, dressed simply in leggings and his shirt, with her hair down.

So sweet and beautiful. His angel and salvation that must have been only an imagination, cause there was no chance she was actually here after whatever shit he dropped on her last night.

“Hey….” The angel whispered, closing the curtains shut so the light wouldn’t irritate his eyes. “How are you feeling?” Soft, warm palm landed on his forehead to check his temperature. “Gave me quite a scare last night. Came here and found you drunk with all those bottles and mess and –“

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Yeah, yeah baby, it’s me. Hope you weren’t expecting anything else?”

“Is this a dream….” He muttered closing his eyes, enjoying the way her touch was bringing him so much comfort.

“I assure you it’s real…”

“I’m sorry—" Jason tried to open his eyes, but dropped the attempt the moment they started watering.

“Hush… Don’t think about it now” Y/N kissed his forehead tenderly “Just rest…”

Despite the fact that she was so loving and soft and acting just like the girl he fell for, it also made him wary and confused. Was this another game she was playing? Was this just another way to break his already broken heart?

“We have to talk. Now.” Not giving a damn about her protests, he sat up straight, opening eyes and turning serious. “The hell’s been going on with you lately? Why the fancy friends and fancy parties and fancy lifestyle? Cause you being a high-class girlfriend may have so charm, but not if you’re also turning into a fucking mean girl!”

“Jason, listen I just—”

“No! No, you will fucking listen to me now!” Jason yelled, his weariness and hangover already forgotten as the rage took over. He needed explanation. He deserved it. And moreover, he demanded it. Cause if Y/N though he would just let her fool around, toy with him, lie and deceive she was dead wrong. And he was way past begging for her attention.

“Jace-“ she whimpered, quickly realizing that her boyfriend was past convincing, the sudden fear reflecting in his eyes. Good. Very good. She was supposed to be scared. Terrified. Cause now he was going to confront her and he was not taking any bullshit.

“You will talk now.” Her wrist ended in his iron grip. “Did you cheat on me?!”

“What?!” she whimpered

“Did you cheat on me!?”

“NO!”

“Liar!” he yelled, causing her to start sobbing.

“Jason, Ja-jason, please.. it was just work- and I was getting into a new role and – and-“

“Liar!” he yelled again.

“But when you called me last night and said all those things—" she sobbed and he stopped “when you said you missed me and you were lonely and –“ Jason blushed, realizing he must have made quite a fool out of himself in that conversation he couldn’t even remember. “I just dropped the whole act and –”

“Don’t shit me Y/n.” he warned, though his heart was already yearning to hug her, wipe her tears and make her feel safe.

“I’m not. I’m not. I swear… When I came home yesterday and saw you like this - God, Jason, I am so sorry baby—”

“No. No, please don’t apologize…” finally he pulled her to his chest, cradling her head and brushing her hair softly. “I did my shit too. Should have asked you what was going on instead of getting wasted and giving you a heart attack.”

“I should have just told you, instead of becoming a full-time bitch.”

“Yeah…” Jason sighed “guess we drifted apart, didn’t we?”

“I don’t want it. I never wanted it…”

“I know princess. Me neither. But now we have to figure out if we can move forward and be better.”

“We can.”

“It’s not something you can just decide on arbitrarily.”

“Are you trying to break up with me….?”

“No. But perhaps we didn’t take into consideration that dating would be hard work. So the question is whether we can put it in. And perhaps we should take some time to think about it.”

“Okay.” Though her heart was breaking she could see his point. Their relationship was messy and emotional and explosive. Constant rollercoaster. And maybe it was time to turn into adults and level the ride.  To find out whether they could work shit out and get stronger or break for good.

[irisintheafterglow]

...but I don't like a gold rush

summary: you're dynamight's publicist and, by some joke by fate, you fell in love with him. you're pissed about it.

wc: 1.3k

cw/tags: swearing, mutual pining, both kats and reader are emotionally constipated, happy ending

note: was listening to a taylor swift love songs playlist on spotify and this popped into my head. short and sweet, hope you like it all my bakugirlies <3 will be back to your regularly scheduled programming of jjk angst and jackals crack shortly

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"this is a disgusting feeling and i hate it. how do i get rid of it?"

"you're in love, babe. there is no 'getting rid of it' unless you find someone else to hyper-fixate on," your best friend reminds you and you groan out of frustration for the millionth time. "might i suggest deku? or maybe shoto? if you want a smoking hot pro, he's definitely not the only one around." her mouth quirks teasingly and you half-heartedly chuck a pillow in her direction.

"he's the only one i want, though, and that's the fucking problem," you lament, "it's so embarrassing."

"have you considered the possibility that he might be interested in you, too? you're already around him 24/7." you bark out a humorless laugh. what a joke. the words "bakugo katsuki" and "reciprocating feelings" did not belong in the same sentence.

"i'm his publicist. it's my job to be around him 24/7." she shrugs indifferently and gives you a skeptical look that makes your face heat up. "am i out of my mind? falling in love with a coworker?"

"considering that your coworker declined the 'sexiest hero alive' award three times now, it's not that far-fetched," she admits and it makes your stomach feel even more queasy. your unease must have finally gotten through to her as she sits up from her bed and determinedly meets your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. "look. any man worth talking to will pass out when he sees you in that," she states, gesturing at the modest but elegant dress covering your body. "if bakugo doesn't realize how much of a catch you are, then you shouldn't waste another breath in his direction."

the sentiment was easier said than done, unfortunately.

the only thought in your mind was him, from the moment the car picked you up from your friend's apartment to stepping onto the carpet of the awards show. crowds of eager fans cheer when you open the door, shouting your name and recognizing you as the brain behind their favorite hero's appearances. you flip a switch in your head, instantly becoming the professional that reassures the cameras and politely answers interviewers' questions. eventually, in what feels like no time at all, the unmarked limo carrying the man you were stupidly in love with pulls into the roundabout drop-off. you try your hardest to keep your composure as his friends exit the vehicle: mina in her sparkly pink gown, deku in his sleek green suit, kirishima in a sheer top that leaves no chiseled muscle uncovered. your breath catches in your throat when he's the last to appear and the frantic screams of the fans fade to nothing when his eyes search the chaos and zero in on you.

"you're late," you say quietly when he's within earshot and he huffs an incredulous laugh.

"and you're stunning," he replies without missing a beat. you don't miss the way his gaze rakes over your body and you despise the way he instantly can set your face on fire. his casual flirting infuriated you to no end, especially when he spoke in that low tone that should only be reserved for...private activities.

"if you think flattery will save you from a lecture, you're deeply mistaken," you force out and pray that he can't hear the waver in your voice. the butterflies in your gut feel like a flock of unruly pigeons. "but, that'll have to wait for after the show. you've got cameras just up ahead."

"this is fucking exhausting," he grunts and you can't help the chuckle that leaves your lips. bright red eyes flick over to you and you swear you can see a cocky glint in them.

"you just got here."

"and? i'm only here for as long as you want to be here," he says and it makes your legs gelatinous. "say the word and we're leaving. no questions asked."

"you're the one who's getting awards tonight," you point out, trying to ignore the way your body naturally gravitated toward his until you were nearly shoulder-to-shoulder in the crowd. at some point, his arm stations itself to float just above your waist, creating a larger bubble for you to breathe without making contact with your body. "you don't wanna stick around to receive them?"

"nah." he shakes his head and waves his other hand in carefree dismissal. "i know that anything i say will just get me in trouble later." his mouth becomes a smirk and you catch him winking at you before making his way toward the flashing lights and calls of his name. you wait patiently for him to finish posing for the insatiable paparazzi, occasionally walking out to fix his collar or brush a strand of hair from his forehead. the burn of his stare doesn't go unnoticed when you're right in front of him, fixing a button on his shirt.

"stop looking at me like that," you mutter and he flashes a sharp tooth in amusement. he knew what he was doing to you; it was impossible for him not to know from the way your hands shook on his collar.

"i wasn't kidding when i said you looked stunning, sweetheart," he murmurs and you have to blink a few times to fix the short circuit in your brain. "you ever gonna tell me how you feel or am i just gonna keep making advances to a brick wall?"

"you have absolutely no concept of-"

"publicist, get out of the way!" you both stiffen and you futilely shake your head the tiniest bit. he doesn't hesitate, and his hand gently pushes you out of the light so he can properly yell at whoever dares to tell you what to do. unlike most of his outbursts, though, his use of profanity and insults toward one's mother was kept to a minimum; it made the true attacks of undermining the reporter's professionalism even sweeter.

"and just for the record," he concludes, "i do whatever they tell me to do, so don't think you can disrespect them and get away with it, 'cause that's never gonna fucking happen. got it?" the shocked reporters nod meekly and bakugo unceremoniously exits the photo area, returning to your side like nothing happened. "i'm sorry about them."

"you shouldn't have done that."

"you're gonna lecture me for defending you?"

"no, not that. the thing you said before we got interrupted," you say, your voice barely a whisper that only he can hear. "about making advances toward a brick wall."

"you mad that i compared you to a brick wall? because it really does seem like that sometimes-"

"no, you idiot." you finally turn to face him and pull him into a quiet corner. "i'm upset because, if this is a joke, it's not funny." he gapes at you for a few seconds, as if he couldn't comprehend what you just said.

"you think," he says slowly, "that i'm joking about liking you." you nod in assent and he drags his hand down his face. you can already hear the protests of his makeup artist, but you don't really care right now. "alright, fine. maybe i'm the idiot in this situation."

"what do you mean?"

"i like you, stupid, and i'm not kidding." his words sounded like they were foreign on his tongue like it was hard for him to voice his feelings aloud. "you deal with my bullshit and you're so fucking pretty, i wanna pass out. get it?"

"mhmm," you hum dumbly, still processing what he was saying. some part of you still was saying that it was a sick joke, but the way his eyes soften when you finally look up at him confirms all that you need to know. bakugo katsuki was irrevocably, uncontrollably in love with you.

and it surprised him just as much as it did you.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

All Night

Summary: This man has been on my mind like nobody’s business and I need to do something about it

Pairing: Swerve Strickland x F!Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, masturbation (female receiving), dom x sub dynamics, edging, adult language.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

A/N: Thank you @theworldofotps for helping me choose the prompts 💕

-> Prompts are in red. And their credit goes to @delusionisaplace

“Are you ready?” He asked, eyes roaming her figure from behind, admiring how the pale blue silk dress laid on her body.

“Almost. Can you help me?” The small sapphire blue flower pendant dangled from the delicate chain draped around her forefinger.

“Of course, Sunshine” Swerve smirked, placing himself behind her. His long fingers covered her hand, softly pulling the necklace away from her grip. He unclasped the gold locket, placing it around her neck and softly securing it at her nape.

Her scent attracted him like a moth to the flame, his soft lips pressed against the side of her neck, above the pulse point. Swerve’s full lips parted as his tongue darted out to leave a wet trail on her skin.

“If you start this we’re going to get late” She sighed deeply, leaning back to rest her head on his shoulder.

She felt the pressure against her skin, along with the warmness of his breath as he spoke with a smirk “I’m not starting anything, I’m just making sure you’re fully ready”

“Oh, I am getting very ready” She teases, half jokingly.

Placing her hand on the back of his head, her fingers toyed with his mint-scented dreads, playing with the soft tips of his hair.

“I’ll fact-check that in a moment, you can be sure of that” Swerve teases back, sucking harder on her neck until her soft moans make him pull back to admire the glistening skin.

“There you go” He gave one last final lick on her pulse point “So everyone knows you're mine”.

“Baby, why did you have to do that right now?” She whined, failing to hide her desire behind the complaint.

“Because I felt like it” Swerve’s left hand pulled up her silk dress and balled up a bunch of fabric at her hips. His free hand sank into her baby blue lace panties, his warm palm covered her mound, long middle and ring finger circling her wet entrance.

“And because you belong to me, heart and soul” His fingers entered her pussy, filling her up in the most delicious way, causing her to moan louder.

“You’re mine, Sunny, aren’t you? So I can claim you whenever I want, no?”

“Yes, Sir”.

“It sounds selfish, but I can't help but want you all to myself. Even right now” His eyes met hers on the mirror reflection “The only thing I can think of is tossing you onto that bed and doing the most nasty things to you”. Swerve’s fingers turned up their pace, relentlessly thrusting in and out of her.

“Baby, please…Fuck” She grunted when his palm pressed down on her clit. “Oh shit, do that. Please, do all of that”

“Oh, I will” He chuckled against her ear, “But not right now”.

Swerve suddenly stepped back, making her instantly miss his fingers and body. The sarcastic grin plastered on his lips only served to make her even more frustrated.

“I hate when you do that! Can’t you show me some mercy before we go?” Her hands caressed his suit-covered chest “You’ve been teasing me all day, I’m not sure if I can take it”

“Of course you can take it, Sunshine” Swerve teased, his devious grin only grew as he placed her hand on top of his clothed erection and earned a small whimper from her lips.

“If you want this cock inside you, you will take everything I’ll put you through. You’ll receive every teasing and every time I edge you on that wedding tonight you’ll put a pretty smile on that face and a soft ‘Thank you, Sir’ will come out from those soft lips, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir”

“That’s my good girl, Sunny” Swerve placed a soft kiss on her lips “Are you ready to go now?”

She only nodded in return, making him chuckle “Good, let’s go”.

Swerve stopped by your bedroom door and turned to her with a sinister smile “Lady’s first”.

Her brows frowned in concern as her gaze stopped at his smile, it was her silent warning, Swerve was up to something and she was almost certain it would be something that she would despise.

As she passed by him to reach the stairs, the soft buzzing sound coming from between her thighs paired with her shaky moan made her realize that this was about to be a long, long night for her.

[kelcemenow]

Dressed Up, Dressed Down.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 4761

Warnings I mean, I think we can all agree. We know what's coming...a whole load of smut. Ass play, choking, anal, squirting. It's verrrrrrry smutty...you have been warned. And some strong language and mentions of alcohol.

So, I had 2 very similar Anon requests so I thought I would combine them and try to cover both requests in the same fic. Plus, it's smut that will feature dapper Travis and we all love that! "Trav looked so good at the ESPYs last night it’s making me submit a smut request 😩 Trav x Reader are at an event and saying dirty things to each other the whole time to rile the other one up, and as soon as they get home they immediately go at it" "Can you do a real smut of Travis maybe something were the reader has done a new accomplishment in her life and they go to an event/red carpet and when they get home travis finally truly shows her was passionate sex is hahha just a thought"

You studied your reflection in the mirror and adjusted the skirt of your outfit, angling your shoulders to the side to see how the dress would move for photographs. Your fingers ran along the intricate beading of the bodice, before returning to the satin fabric below your waist.

You faintly heard Travis clear his throat downstairs and you assumed that he was indicating that he was getting impatient. You had kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with what you had picked out. You ran your hands through your hair, making sure the volume was still present and took a deep breath.

As you stepped out of the bedroom and made your way to the staircase, you could see Travis reclined on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He spotted you out of the corner of his eye and immediately lowered his gaze down your body. You continued to walk towards him, very slowly, allowing him extra time to admire you. His bottom lip trembled slightly and his eyes turned hazy. You smiled as you grew closer and Travis pushed himself to the edge of the sofa, his jaw dropping open.

"Baby." His voice was a low growl.

You looked down at yourself, "You like it?"

Travis nodded with his mouth still gaping, "You look...perfect."

You glanced over his broad chest, clad in a sharp white shirt and matching jacket with black trousers. His hands ran over his thighs before lifting his sunglasses off of his face. You turned around, making sure the dramatic skirt flowed correctly and stuck out your hip.

Travis responded by grasping at your waist and pulling you down onto his lap, "Let's just stay here, huh?"

You giggled as Travis's chin rested on your shoulder, his beard tickling your skin, "Oh yeah, I'm sure we won't get in trouble for missing the ESPYs."

"But staying here with you will be so much more fun." He pulled you in even closer and you could feel a hardness where your ass was.

"Woah, woah, woah, big guy! You'd better lock that down, right now!" You rose to your feet quickly and turned around to face him, pointing down at his crotch, "Can you please control yourself for a few hours?"

Travis grinned, his perfect teeth beaming, and shuffled in his seat, "Man, you are so hot when you tell me what to do."

You placed your stilettoed foot on the edge of the couch between Travis' legs and leaned forward, your lips inches away from his, "I'll be telling you exactly what to do when we get back here, baby."

You smiled to yourself as you walked away, taking one last look over your shoulder at your crumbling boyfriend, whose eyes had rolled back in his head as he slumped back, groaning at your promise.

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You could see the cameras flashing through the car window long before you pulled up to the theatre. Travis' hand squeezed your thigh as he looked out at the crowds lined along the roped entrance.

"You ready?" You leaned towards his face and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"Ready as I'll ever be, baby!" He grinned and opened the door, jumping out of the car with his trademark energy.

The journalists were screaming his name but instead of acknowledging them, he held out his hand to you. You gracefully swung your legs outwards and rose to your feet, making sure your dress was falling perfectly over your curves. The camera flashes continued as Travis placed a gentle hand on your waist and you walked together to the red carpet. Your head whirled with the commotion; loud music, voices shouting, numerous people surrounding you but Travis was there to keep you calm and relaxed.

As you made your way towards the entrance, a journalist you had met before called out both of your names.

"Y/N, Travis! Hi! Can we get a few words please?"

"Sure!" You flashed her a smile and side-stepped towards her with Travis in tow behind you.

"So, you two must be pretty excited tonight? Travis, you're nominated with the rest of the Chiefs and you're presenting an award?"

Travis leaned into the microphone slightly, "Yeah, baby! I've come to rep the Chiefs tonight with my boys. And as SNL went well, me and Heidi Gardner are presenting one of the awards but I'm also here to support my girl." He squeezed your waist a little tighter.

"That's right, Y/N is nominated for Best Female Athlete. That must be an incredible feeling just to be nominated, what will it feel like if you win?"

You exhaled, shaking your head, "Oh my God, I don't know. Just being here is good enough, and to support Travis and Pat and the rest of the guys. But to be recognised and acknowledged for my passion is incredible. Tennis has been my life so all of the hard work and effort feels worth while."

You looked up at Travis who was beaming down at you with adoring eyes.

"You two are quickly shaping up to be the hottest power couple in sports right now, is there anything exciting on the horizon for you?"

"Well, Travis has the football season coming up soon and I've just finished Wimbledon which was a blast, so it'll be a lot of relaxing and watching football."

"Hopefully, another Superbowl ring on it's way to you?"

Travis nodded, "Hopefully!"

"Anyway, get yourselves in there, enjoy and good luck!"

You both smiled and waved slightly before walking back to the centre of the carpet. Travis' hand had stayed fixed to your waist but as he brought it around to the small of your back, he leaned to whisper in your ear.

"I'm so proud of you." His breath tickled your neck, "And you're so sexy when you talk about your work."

"Yeah? Well, so are you. Why do you think I'm so horny after every Chiefs game I watch?"

Travis almost growled, "I'm still horny from before, baby." His body grew closer to you and you were aware of the vast amount of people and cameras around you, "Can I tell you that I want to eat your pussy so bad right now?"

You gasped slightly as Brittany and Patrick came rushing to your side. Quickly clearing your throat, you hugged Brittany as Travis and Pat began to chat.

"Here you are!"

You readjusted your skirt, "Yeah, sorry, we had an interview to do."

"That's alright. Come on, let's get a drink, our seats are right at the front."

You looked over your shoulder to see Travis' piercing eyes watching you walk away, his gaze lowered to your ass. He quickly looked up and gave a wink, a smirk appearing on his lips. A heat rose in you but you followed Brittany to the bar, pushing all thoughts to the back of your mind.

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"And the winner is...Y/N!"

The theatre erupted into cheers and applause and Travis threw his arms around you, his loud booming voice in your ear.

"Yes, baby! I knew you'd do it, wooh!"

You rose to your feet and smoothed out your dress, giving Travis a kiss before you carefully stepped onto the stage and behind the microphone. The presenter handed you your award and you looked down at it as the background music faded.

"Er, wow. This is incredible. I thought I knew what I would say if I won but my brain has forgotten everything I had planned." You cleared your throat as the audience laughed. "I really want to thank everybody who has supported me in my career so far; my coaches, my fans, my family and my opponents. Everything you guys have done have led up to this moment." You glanced to Travis who was looking up at you with tears in his eyes, "And I really need to thank that man sat right there, who has been there for me, win or lose and has always been my biggest fan, no matter what. I couldn't ask for a better person to share my life with, so for him to win his award and for me to win this, it's just the cherry on the cake!"

You heard Travis' cheer over everybody else's in the theatre as you walked off of the stage and to the backstage area to give some short interviews and have press photographs taken. When you eventually emerged into the lobby, Travis was there waiting for you. His face was radiating with a huge smile, his arms outstretched and ready to embrace you tightly.

"Hottest power couple in sport? I think we definitely win that award." He said as he pressed his body into yours.

You giggled in his ear, feeling his toned muscles surrounding you, "Damn right, baby."

He faced you, moistening his bottom lip, "I gotta get you home now."

"What do you have planned?"

His eyes flickered down your body, "Well, as amazing as you look in that dress, I want it off. And then I'm going to kiss every inch of your skin that I can before I open your legs and make you cum with my mouth."

You squeezed your thighs together as you felt a wave of numbness cover you. Your chest became tight as you imagined the scenario Travis was describing in your head and the speed of your breathing increased.

Travis must have noticed because he immediately moved his lips to your neck, laying gentle kisses on your already tingling skin. "And then once I've finished, I'm going to slowly slide my thick and hard dick into your dripping, soaking, glistening, perfect pussy." His mouth was close to your ear, his words groaning, "And I'm going to pound you so hard that you can't even remember your own name. You're going to cum over and over and over again, screaming and begging for me to keep going."

Your breath was escaping your lips in short, sharp bursts as you listened to Travis' dirty talk. His fingers found the high slit in your gown and reached underneath the fabric to feel you. You glanced around the theatre lobby, making sure there was nobody close by and shifted your stance so Travis had easier access.

His eyes suddenly widened as he whimpered, his fingers playing with your wet folds, "Oh, baby. Please, let me take you home."

You closed the already small gap between you and palmed at the growing mound in his pants, "We still have an hour of this event to go, come on."

You retreated from him, walking backwards and smiling as he stood rooted to the spot with his jaw dropped open.

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You could tell that Travis was getting impatient towards the end of the night. Whenever he was sat, his right leg was bouncing and he continued to fidget with anything he was touching. If he was stood, he was uncomfortably shifting his weight from side to side and trying to keep eye contract with you.

You were chatting to Brittany at the bar when you noticed Travis' eyes on you. His stare was intense and heated, causing Brittany to ask questions.

"What is up with Travis?"

You smiled coyly and took a quick sip of your drink, "I think the dress that we picked out worked like a charm."

Brittany squealed in delight, "Oh yeah honey! Is he bad for it?"

"He's desperate. All I'm going to say is, I've been putting off leaving for so long because teasing him like this is too much fun."

You looked over to Travis who was still staring at you, his drink is his right hand and his left hand in his pocket. Pat was eagerly chatting to him but Travis' attention was elsewhere. You winked at him before turning back and smiling to Brittany who was giggling into her glass.

"Oh girl, you are bad."

"Let's just say, we're going to make up for all of that lost time whilst I was at Wimbledon."

Brittany blew you a kiss as you walked back to Travis, swaying your hips slightly and lowering your head to give him your best sultry look. His eyelids almost fluttered closed but he quickly recovered and turned to face Patrick as you reached him.

"Ey, man. I gotta go, I got plans in the morning so we need to get some rest."

You said your goodbyes and as you walked away, you angled yourself closer to Travis, "What are your plans in the morning?"

Travis looked straight ahead and grasped onto your waist, "Recovering from fucking you so hard tonight."

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Hot breaths rushed from your lips as Travis' hands roamed your body. You threw your head back so that he could access your neck, covering it in wet, lazy kisses. Your fingers pulled at his jacket, desperate to have him as close to you as possible.

He quickly spun you around and pushed you against the wall, your cheek pressed against the cool surface. He lay more kisses across your shoulders as his hands got to work with removing your dress. You felt instant relief as the corset was loosened, allowing your chest to swell with your breathing. The fabric slid down your skin and pooled at your feet, allowing Travis to stand back and admire his view. You curved your back slightly, letting your ass to stick out and he dropped to his knees, pulling your saturated panties down to the floor.

Without warning, he spread your legs apart and latched his lips onto your pussy, slurping and sucking at your folds. His rough beard rubbed against your skin, leaving it sore with friction. He dragged his tongue slowly from your clit to your asshole, causing your thighs to twitch. A breathy laugh left Travis' lips, the air dancing against your sensitive hole. You instinctively pushed your ass out further, allowing him better access. Travis ran a finger up the inside of your thigh, collecting some of your wetness that had dripped down. You looked over your shoulder to see him suck your juice, his eyes glazing over in ecstasy.

You gasped, your hands trembling against the wall, "Fuck me, Travis."

Travis grinned up at you, "All in good time, babygirl."

You watched as Travis rose to his feet, licking his lips and looking at you with dark eyes. He was still fully dressed, but you noticed a large bulge growing in his trousers.

"My eyes are up here." He said in a low growl as he motioned for you to come closer to him with a finger.

You pushed yourself from the wall and pressed your naked chest against him, craning your neck to kiss his cheek. His hands gently ghosted the sides of your body, sending shivers down your spine. You lowered yourself to your knees and looked up at Travis, your eyes blinking slowly. Travis quickly removed his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them before kicking them across the room, pulling his jacket off and throwing it down next to you. Your hands ran up his body and began unbuttoning his shirt, his strong torso revealing itself to you. Travis took care of the top few buttons and removed his shirt quickly. You sat back on your heels and looked at him standing in front of you, the fabric of his boxer shorts straining against his hard cock.

You dropped your jaw open and your tongue flattened against the bottom of your mouth. Travis took a step closer to you and you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down and displaying his thick erection to you. Even though his size was no surprise to you, you always found yourself amazed at it.

"You gonna take it like a good girl?"

You nodded before grasping your hand around his base, squeezing slightly and watching as a bead of pre-cum seeped from his tip, thick veins protruding from the pressure. You brought his dick to your mouth and licked it away, leaving your tongue out for a moment for Travis to see. He placed his hand on the back of your head and his fingers tangled themselves in your hair. With some slight pressure from Travis, you moved your head closer to him and took his cock between your lips, saliva building in the sides of your mouth. You sucked gently at first, keeping your pace slow and you heard a quiet groan, signalling his pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you pushed your head further, feeling his cock pressing into the back of your throat. You gagged a little, a gurgle sound echoing loudly in the room. You tried to pull away but Travis held your head steady for a few seconds longer, his cock twitching in your mouth.

When he finally let you go, your head snapped backwards, leaving you gasping for air. Moisture dripped from the head of his cock and you wiped some away from the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

Travis bent down and held your chin, "You took that so well, so good."

You smiled and opened your mouth again.

Travis eyes widened, "Again? You're so cock hungry, princess."

You closed your eyes as he guided himself into your mouth, your lips closing around his length. Travis gave you full control this time, his hands dropping to his sides as you sped up, your head moving back and forth quickly, the loud wet noises making your pussy throb. Travis groaned loudly and as you looked up through your eyelashes to meet his gaze, his eyes rolled backwards and his fists clenched.

You could tell that he was trying to hold off from coming but you continued with your motion, allowing your teeth to gently drag across his skin. You held onto the back of his thighs to help steady yourself and dug your manicured nails into his toned muscles. Travis hissed at the sensation, which only spurred you on. His hips began to thrust a little, desperate to fuck your face so you stopped, allowing him to take a hold of your head and move at his own pace. You held eye contact with him as he snapped his pelvis forward with force. Tears began to form in your eyes and Travis moved his thumb to wipe them away. You widened your mouth and moved your tongue from side to side, spreading your saliva and coating his dick with it. Travis' breathing became laboured and as you were beginning to think that he was about to cum, he stepped back, leaving your mouth open and your eyes narrowed with confusion.

"I want your pussy now."

He helped you up to your feet, kissing your wet lips slowly and guiding you towards the bed. You let go of his hands and moved over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and looking back to Travis with a smile. He watched as you pulled out the diamond butt plug that you had bought a couple of weeks ago and his eyes sparkled with desire when he noticed that you grabbed the small tube of lubricant next to it.

"Well, this is a surprise." His voice was thick with anticipation.

You smiled as you handed them to him, letting him spread the lube onto the shiny metal.

He looked to you for clarification, "You sure, baby."

You kneeled onto the bed and placed a finger onto his lips, "Shut up and fuck me."

Travis grinned as you turned around and rested your chest against the soft bedspread, arching your ass into the air, presenting yourself to him. The cool metal teased your tight asshole, the tip rolling against it and smearing a think layer of the lube onto your skin. Your clit throbbed from the sensation and you widened your knees, your pussy lips opening for him. Travis reached his hand under you and his fingers latched onto your clit, rubbing it in small circles and pushing the plug further.

You exhaled slowly, the slight sting of pain radiating through your body. Travis quickly spat onto your ass, the drool running down your cheeks and on the puckered skin. With a slow and gentle force, the plug settled itself inside of your asshole and you sighed with pleasure at the feeling of it stretching you. Travis continued to play with your pussy, your folds wet and pulsating. You felt a sharp pain on your skin and as you looked over your shoulder, you saw Travis sucking and biting down on your ass cheek. You cried out when he pushed two fingers into your pussy, curling them upwards to graze against your g-spot. He pumped his fingers at a painfully slow pace, causing you to squirm against the mattress, your knees beginning to weaken. Your arms rested either side of you and you balled up the sheets in your fists, squeezing through the sheer indulgence of being pleasured by Travis.

Your pussy suddenly felt empty when Travis pulled his fingers out, leaning back to admire your quivering thighs. Your legs collapsed down and Travis gently rolled you over, stroking his dick with your juices and positioning himself on top of you. Your vision was blurred slightly and your mind felt foggy from the pleasure. You whined in anticipation and Travis teased you by waiting at your entrance for a few seconds. You hooked your leg around his back and dug your heel into his ass cheek, forcing his dick inside of you with a loud gasp. Travis' head reeled backwards and he groaned through gritted teeth as he pounded into you with impressive stamina. He grabbed at your other leg and pulled it up and over his shoulder so that he was able to grind deeper into you, the top of his shaft massaging your clit. Your eyes stared into his, a warm tightness building in your core. Travis persevered with relentless speed and you held onto his strong arms that were planted either side of your head.

Your face contorted as you rode the huge wave of pleasure that washed over you, the tightness in your core building and building quickly. You squealed and clenched your walls around Travis as you came with force, his thrusting causing your orgasm to squirt out onto his chest. Travis slowed a little as he looked down and smiled to see your cum glistening on his skin.

"That's my good girl."

Travis stroked your hair gently and watched as you panted with short sharp breaths, your walls twitching around his cock.

"That felt...so good, baby." You said, breathlessly.

"You got another in you?" Travis said with a smirk.

You gasped for air, "What?"

Travis began to thrust again, slowly at first but as your eyes rolled back into you head, he hastened. Your entire body turned limp as he fucked you hard, your mouth gaping open and a high pitched squeal ringing out into the room. You had barely recovered from your first orgasm, but here Travis was, encouraging another one out of you. Looking up at him, you watched as his complexion turned red from exertion, but his impressive stamina continued. You tried to lift your arms up to hold onto his body but every muscle was weakening. Every inch of your skin was tingling, as if jolts of electricity were charging through you. Travis' force was continuous, barely allowing you time to catch your breath between each vigorous thrust. A sudden rush of pleasure charged to your core and with a loud guttural scream, your orgasm fully took over you. Travis powered through as cum spilled from you, your thighs contracting and shuddering.

Travis exhaled loudly, as if he had been holding his breath and moved some hair away from your forehead, the sweat causing the strands to stick in place. His stomach was slick with your cum, drops landing down onto the bed as he lifted his torso up slightly to admire the large wet patch that had already formed. You turned your head to plant a kiss onto Travis' arm when a gentle hum caused you to look up at him.

Travis lowered his eyebrows, "My turn now."

He smiled and kissed your forehead before pushing his cock deeper into you, the tip pressing against your cervix. You winced a little at the pain but took a deep breath and relaxed your muscles. He quickly pulled out and rolled you onto your side, settling down behind you. You could feel his erection pushing into your back and as he lifted your leg and hooked it over his elbow, his dick sliding inside of you with ease. You let out a low moan and Travis' hand snaked around your waist and reached up for your left breast, tweaking your nipple with his fingers. You fully relaxed into his grip, your leg wobbling back and forth with each thrust. His fingers were leaving red marks on your chest as he vigorously gripped your skin and you felt the familiar tightness of yet another orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck...Travis. I'm going to cum again. Holy shit!" You yelled.

Before you could completely release yourself again, Travis rolled onto his back and lifted you onto his lap with his strong arms. He positioned you with your back to him and he reached forward, pulling the butt plug out. His hands ran over your ass cheeks, spreading them apart and kneading the soft flesh. You leaned forward slightly and placed your hands on his thighs in an attempt to hold yourself steady, lifting your body up and hovering over his cock. Travis assisted by holding it at the base and aimed for your pussy but you paused, angling your hips forward and pressing his head against your asshole.

Travis swallowed loudly, "Oh fuck."

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, the residual lubricant for the plug and your own juices making it easier. Travis' breathing became stuttered as he watched himself stretch your ass, his jaw dropping open in awe. You breathed slowly and deeply, trying to fully relax and adjust to the feeling.

"You're so tight. This feels so good." Travis mumbled with a growl.

You began to bounce on Travis' cock once you were comfortable, leaving about an inch free at the base due to his large size. You felt Travis' hands running over your body hungrily, desperate to feel you. He grabbed onto your hair and pulled it back slightly, causing you to lean back and the new angle sent a ripple of pleasure across your whole body. You vocalised your enjoyment which only spurred Travis along and you felt him sit up, his free hand wrapping itself around your throat. You gasped as he tightened his grip, a pressure building in your face and tears filling your eyes for the second time. You felt your pussy begin to burn, electricity pulsating across your clit. Cum poured out from you, dripping onto the insides of Travis' thighs and seeping down his cock. Travis' breathy groans were tickling your neck and as you gurgled and croaked, his hips snapped upwards. He released his grip and fell back onto the bed as his warm load filled your asshole.

His thigh muscles softened and you lifted yourself up, cum dripping out of you and onto Travis' stomach. He reached for the towel that was folded up neatly on the leather chair next to the bed and cleaned himself up. Your legs were shaking as you tried to stand up from the bed, causing you to look at Travis and laugh.

He smiled warmly, "Come here, princess."

You carefully crawled next to him and lazily rested your arm on his chest, your head positioned on his shoulder.

"Well, I thought winning an award was the best feeling in the world."

Travis' chest rose as he laughed, "Damn right, baby!"

His fingers drew circles onto your arm, causing your eyes to flutter closed. Travis moved slightly so he could see your face when he noticed your breathing slowing down.

"Hey now, we gotta get you cleaned up!"

You sighed, "But it's so comfortable here!"

"You'll thank me later, trust me."

You looked up at him and smiled, "I'm so lucky to have you."

Travis shook his head and kissed your forehead, "No, baby. I'm the lucky one...I love you with every beat of my heart. I just can't get enough of you."

"I love you too, Travis. More than you'll ever realise."

______________________________________________________________

I don't think I need to say anything. Just...let's just leave this here.

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[hyukasmiles]

—Soobin—

Description: surprising Binnie + how much he misses you after a tour

Fem reader

Warnings: NSFW// pet names (honey + hun)// descriptions of getting pierced (nipples)// briefest mention of nudes// one hickey// nipple play// unprotected sex// unrealistic position i guess// multiple orgasms// blah blah blah yk the drill// NOT PROOFREAD

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Getting your nipples pierced to surprise Binnie.

“It’s gonna be six months until we see each other again.” Soobin pouts, shoving his face in your tits. “I’m gonna miss my perfect girl and her perfect tits.”

“It’ll fly by like last time.” You giggle, petting his hair.

“Soobin.” Yeonjun yells from outside your shared apartment. “It’s time to go!”

“Bye honey.” Soobin looks like he’s being sent off to war, tears in his eyes as he kisses you goodbye. “I love you.”

“Don’t be a baby, Bin, I’ll be here when you get back, I love you.”

—

Your appointment is later that day, a girl with tattoos going up her whole body grinning as she sets up her station. “Hell of a first piercing.” She laughs, handing you the consent form. You’re so shaky you can barely scribble your signature. “It’s gonna hurt.” She mumbles snorting when you jump at the marker against your skin. “This look good?”

“I think so?” You look at your reflection in the mirror, trying to imagine two silver balls in place of the purple sharpie. “Yeah, looks great.”

“Ok.” She lays you back down. “On the count of three, one, two, th-“ You think you black out, a ringing in your ears as she smiles down at you. “Ready for number two?”

“Mhm..” You whine, just bite the bullet, it can’t be as bad as the fir- “Fuck, fuck me.” You groan, biting at your hand.

“Just one more second to get the jewelry in.” The piecer pats your shoulder as tears fall down your cheeks. “You’re braver than me.” She laughs as you struggle to sit up. “Look, it’s hot.” You don’t know what you’re expecting… blood? redness? any sign of the pain you’re still experiencing. No, just two little pieces of silver. “Wanna put your shirt back on?”

“Uh, sure.” You gasp at the shocks of pain as your shirt grazes against your sensitive new piercings. “You think they’ll be healed in six months?”

“Sure thing, just follow your care instructions, call me if you think anything is off.”

—

You spend the next six months diligently cleaning your piercings and desperately avoiding Soobin and his calls. He’s a perv to his core, calling you every night and begging to see your “pretty tits.” You get so antsy about ruining the surprise you start ignoring his calls all together and sending him old pictures when he asks for one.

So when he gets home Soobin is miffed, huffing and puffing on the car ride to your apartment, throwing open your front door. It all melts away when you’re waiting for him in a pretty little dress and his favorite meal on the table for him but he doesn’t let you know, shrugging you off and ignoring your questions about the tour.

“I’ll run you a bath..” You pout but as soon as you get up his hands are on you.

“I was just playing.” Soobin mumbles, grabbing onto your boobs. “Just upset you tried to keep my favorite things away from me.”

“It’s because I have a surprise.” You whine as your fiance slips his hands under your dress, pulling the fabric down under your boobs. His fingers pause, mind racing as he lightly traces your nipple.

“Somethins’ new.” Soobin slurs, kissing your shoulder. “Turn around for me baby.” His eyes widen when you do, your boobs right in face- two silver balls framing each pretty nipple. “Oh!”

“They’re still sensitive.” You mumble, grabbing onto his shoulder. “But- do you like them?”

Soobin reaches up and rolls one in between his long fingers, smiling up at you when you cry out. “Perfect.” He spreads your tits apart and kisses the skin in between them, “Didn't know your tits could get better, always surprising me.” He bites into the flesh of your boob and sucks until he’s satisfied, a dark purple mark blooming where his mouth was. “Lemme know how this feels.”

Your legs shake when Soobin pulls your nipple in your mouth, the piercings making the sensation against your already sensitive skin seem almost unbearable. “It’s too much- binnie!” You whine pushing on his shoulders. “They’re- They’re-“ You cry when he pinches the other one “Sens-“ You’re so shaky you can barely keep yourself upright, pulling on Soobins hair to try and pull him off of you.

You’re granted a brief pause when Soobin pulls away to switch the one in his mouth. “I wanna see if you can cum just from this.” He laughs, biting into your sensitive flesh.

Soobin continues his assault, sucking on and biting at your poor nipples until you’re crying from the stimulation, and you’re so close- your neglected cunt dripping as he keeps you teetering on the edge of an orgasm. “Please- Soobin- it’s too much- too much.” You can barely get it out- you just need one more push.

“Hurry up and cum, honey, so I can fuck you like you want.” Soobin drops one of his hands, digging the pad of his middle and ring fingers into your clit. It’s enough to push you over, your voice ringing out as you cum all over his fingers. Your release drips down your legs as you fall against Soobin’s chest, struggling to catch your breath.

Your fiance doesn’t give you any time to recuperate, pushing you against the back of your couch. “I missed your pretty cunt.” He smiles, pulling one of your legs upwards, pressing it against the couch, your other foot barely able to touch the ground. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe.” He groans, finally taking his dick out from his sweats.

It won’t take long. You still haven’t calmed down from your first orgasm and Soobin’s dick feels so good filling you inch by inch you almost cum when he bottoms out. It’s been so long- that’s what you tell yourself- it’s been too long of course you’re this sensitive. “It’s so big.” You drool, rolling your hips against Soobin to try and get off.

“Poor pussy must’ve missed me too.” He pushes your hip into the furniture, using it as leverage to fuck into you as deep as he can. “She’s swallowing me whole.”

Soobin uses his thumb to draw circles against your clit and starts mouthing at your tits again, the stimulation too much after your first orgasm. “I’m- I’m gonna cum!” You squeal. “Cum- Binnie- I’m cumming!”

“Go ahead, hun, cum all you want, it’s your reward for your pretty little surprise.” You can feel Soobin smile against your boob. “That’s right- cum all over me.” He groans as you clamp around his dick, your head spinning as you tumble into another orgasm. “That’s it, ‘s good right- want another one?”

“No! Too much- too much-“ Soobin doesn’t listen- he never listens- his hips slamming against yours hard enough to push your couch forward, your body slipping down the poor piece of furniture.

It doesn’t stop his torment, you don’t think anything could. Soobin’s strong arms flex as he hooks them under your knees, cradling you, barely missing a beat as he continues to fuck up into you. “Let me cum inside of you, you will right?” You nod weakly, your head lolling to the side. “Of course you will.” Soobin cums so much, filling you up to the brim and sending you crashing into a third orgasm, leaving you completely worn out in his arms. “Round two in the bath?” He laughs, kissing your temple.

[slut4bill]

Can you make a Tom x reader of them being childhood friends and they like each other but is to scared to tell each other and reader is apart of the band.

this is literally so cute stop I love these storylines

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓.𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

synopsis- what the request says pretty much

content- fluff + slight angst

a/n- if u saw what I did with the title I love u.

I squinted my eyes as the bright flashes of cameras and the loud screaming of hundreds of teenage girls came into view.

Tokio Hotel

That was us. We were like a family, even before we got big, and it was just devilish. Personally, I liked our other band name better but it worked out so what am I complaining about.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone nudging my shoulder. As I looked over, I was met by a pair of brown honey-colored eyes and a bright smile accompanied by a silver lip piercing that glinted in the sun's reflection. "Nervous?" he asked with a teasing smirk on his lips, as he studied my now annoyed expression. "Please I'm not the one who's about to be trampled by a thousand girls Tom. " He frowned before laughing "At least I'll die happy."

I was about to make another remark when the car stopped, signaling we were at the venue, as if the hundreds of cameras hadn't already hinted at that. I took a deep breath in before stepping out of the car and putting on my best smile. The flashes from the paparazzi were almost blinding and the screams of the fans were almost deafening as the rest of the boys stepped out onto the red carpet behind me. I almost gagged at some of the signs they were holding, how could anyone be that desperate honestly sometimes these girls scared me.

We did the usual routine, answering questions as we walked down the carpet, signing random things fans had brought, smiling and posing for the cameras even as the heat of the sun glared down on us, making me feel like I was about to melt into a puddle.

I sighed in relief as we finally entered the air-conditioned building, following our manager to our dressing room. As soon as we entered the room I immediately flopped onto a couch in the corner of the room, resting my sweaty, aching body.

TOMS POV

I looked over at her resting figure on the couch. She looked adorable. All I wanted to do was hold her and tell her how much she means to me, the way she makes me feel, I just wanted to pour my heart out to her, but I couldn't. I don't want to ruin the friendship we have over something as petty as a crush. "You're staring at her like a creep." I whipped my head around, met with my brothers gaze as he tried to hold back a laugh. "Shut up no I'm not I'm just-" I said trailing off trying to come up with some sort of excuse. "Dude just ask her out, you've liked her forever and honestly this is getting kinda sad to watch" I widened my eyes at his words "Shhh what are you mental or something?! she's right there what if she heard you" I turned around to check for any signs that she had heard what Bill said. She stayed in the same sprawled out position.

phew

Y/N POV

I opened my heavy eyelids and sat up still spent from the red carpet. I looked over towards the other end of the room to see Tom and Bill whisper arguing.

weirdos

My gaze shifted to Tom. The way his baggy clothes fit his toned physic, the way he played with his lip piercing, the way his dreads hung perfectly against his shoulders. He was hot to say the least. I mean it's Tom fucking Kaulitz what girl wouldn't want him? I've had a crush on him since forever but he's my best friend. I don't want to ruin that.

After a few minutes a staff member came in and told us it was time to take our seats for the awards. I messed with my hair a bit making sure it looked decent before walking down the long corridor heading to where the awards were hosted. I pushed open the doors, met with a huge room full of seats and A list celebrities. I turned to see the boys wearing mirrored expressions of awe and shock. I snickered to myself before walking down to our seats.

TIME SKIP

The loud music of the after party boomed in my ears. My mind was hazy; I think the alcohol was getting to me. I looked around to see Tom shoving his tongue down some girls throat. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I wish that was me. Whether it was the alcohol or just my emotions getting to me, I felt tears start to form against my waterline, threatening to spill out. I tried to look for anything to distract me when my eyes landed on a tipsy dancing Bill. I smiled to myself and made my way to him, pushing past the drunken sweaty bodies. "Hey Bill" his eyes lit up and he flashed me a toothy grin "Y/N! CMON LETS DANCE" I laughed at his drunken excitement and started to sway my hips to the rhythm of the music. Bill moved his hands to my waist, moving his body against mine. I felt someone's eyes burning into my skull. I assumed it was all the alcohol making my brain fuzzy until I turned my head to see a very angry Tom staring at me and Bill from across the room. "Bill something's wrong with your brother" I yelled over the booming music. He frowned and turned his head before letting out a loud laugh. "Bill what's so-" I was cut off by someone grabbing my arm and dragging me away from Bill. "Tom what the hell?" He stayed silent and dragged me outside, still fuming. "What was that" he said glaring at me once we were outside. "What?" He scoffed and took a step closer closing the distance between us "What do you like Bill or something? Cause you were all over him." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up at him "No Bill's my best friend we were just dancing." " It didn't look like 'just dancing' " he said using his fingers to make air quotes. "Tom just drop it what does it matter to you" I scoffed. He looked at me like he wanted to kill me. "WHAT DOES IT MATTER TO ME?!" he snapped. "IT FUCKING MATTERS BECAUSE I LO-" his eyes widened as he cut himself off.

How fucking drunk am I

Did Tom Kaulitz just try to say he loved me? The Tom I've had a crush on since we were 13? My mind was spiraling and all I could do was just stare at him. "Shit look um- I meant-No wait-" he stuttered tripping over his words. "Do you actually?" I said as his gaze softened "Of course I do" he mumbled. "I've loved you since we were 13", he said as he pressed his forehead against mine. I looked into his chocolate-colored eyes and leaned closer as he did the same, connecting our lips. The kiss was soft and sweet, not lustful but loving. We both pulled away looking at each other's flushed faces. "I've been wanting to do that for forever" he mumbled against my lips. "Me too" I smiled, cupping his cheeks with my hands. "It's you." he whispered. "It'll always be you."

Not a lot, just forever... Intertwined, sewn together...

a/n- I lowk don't really like this but it was 3am and I was bored so oh well

[vikwrites]

Body Electric - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ You and Tony work through your insecurities, together. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 1.4k words Warnings ➣ Mature, Body Insecurity, Mild Nudity. Request ➣ Ask Author's Notes ➣ Requested by @welldonekhushi, Unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. However, if you're interested in beta-reading, please let me know!

You winced as the edge of your Louboutins scraped against your flesh.

Your once pristine skin, now an angry shade of red, was revealed as the heels were carelessly discarded onto the carpeted floor of Tony’s bedroom.

You always prided yourself on being flawless and put together, but in this moment, you couldn't deny the pain caused by the sight of the shoes. On one hand, they encapsulated Tony’s adoration for you, how he was willing to buy you anything you’d ever desired. On the other hand, they were a symbol of everything you tried to cover up—your looks, your desire to appear mature, your self-doubts. 

As you kicked them off onto the plush carpet, you couldn't help but feel conflicted about the persona you had forced yourself to maintain. The persona who used her appearance to mask her insecurities, and who constantly sought to cover up any minute flaw as if they were parasites, latching onto your skin. Even now, as you undressed under prying eyes nowhere to be found but your own, you couldn't shake off the feeling of this uncomfortable façade. 

Compared to Tony, you felt like nothing, a shadow in the glow of his perfection. Tony was everything you yearned to be—charming, confident, and most importantly, effortlessly attractive. His character only magnified your insecurities, the chasm between who you were and who you pretended to be.

In front of the multitude of cameras and paparazzi, it felt like every minute action and detail was analyzed by the media. You recalled the first time you had gone out with Tony in public, it had not been more than a day before almost every news outlet caught wind of it.

Each headline felt more painful than the next, some accusing you of being with Tony for his money, some poking fun of him for dating a ‘normal’ woman and not some Victoria’s Secret supermodel. It felt like everybody was criticizing every part of you, breaking you down into nothing but imperfect pieces to dissect. 

Spending hours in front of a vanity became second nature to you, fingers blistering from the scalding hot curling iron accidentally burning your skin, applying layers upon layers of makeup. Just to get ready to attend some gala, while adorning Tony’s arms like the multitude of watches that lined his suit cuffs. 

You stood in front of the large window, overlooking the dark horizon over the ocean. Your soft reflection was staring back at you. You frowned, despising seeing yourself devoid of any makeup.

Tony was still cleaning himself up in the bathroom, you had already taken off your dress, in its place—an ashen silk Brunello Cucinelli evening gown that Tony had bought for you, claiming it ‘accentuates’ your eyes. 

“Hey.” You heard Tony approach you from behind as you felt his touch on your smaller figure, you felt the warmth of his skin against yours through his black tank top and sweats. The musky scent of his cologne graced your senses.  

His fingers traced a deliberate path down your sides before settling on your waist. His touch was gentle yet possessive as he pulled you closer to him, pressing you into the softness of his chest; his chin resting on your shoulder. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt, accompanied by the faint buzz of the arc reactor embedded in his chest. 

Tony’s lips found your neck as he grazed the skin with his teeth, a soft sigh escapes you as his teeth dragged along your pulse point. The soft sensation of his kisses against your skin sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his breath; hot against your ear. Your fingers reached down, intertwining gently with his. While your other hand brushed through his hair, strands of chestnut brown fell between your fingers as you savored the bristly texture.

Tony’s warm body was a comforting contrast against the cold room. As your bodies moved together, he led you to the bed, where he carefully laid you down as gently as possible, as if any false move would shatter you to pieces. His delicate movements were always so contradicting to his persona outside the blanket of intimacy.

He lowered himself for another kiss, his strong arms braced on either side of your head as his lips met yours. You tasted the slight hint of whiskey, still lingering on his tongue—sweet and bitter. Your hands traced along his jaw, feeling the prickly stubble of his salt-and-pepper goatee against your palm. 

"I love you." Tony's warm breath tickled your lips as he whispered and gently pulled away, his million-dollar-smile lighting up his face. But a small part of you couldn't help but wonder if those three simple words were truly enough.

“Love you too.” You handed back the statement but Tony could feel something was amiss. Your eyelids drooped and your tone was hesitant, causing a knot of unease to form in his stomach. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Tony's hand, warm and gentle, glides through your hair with a tentative touch. He tucks a loose strand behind your ear, his gaze soft. You feel a pang of guilt wash over you as you see the slight crease in Tony's brow. A heavy silence hangs between you as the weight of your inhibitions settles in your gut, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“I just—don’t know what you see in me, Tony.” You frowned as you spoke, your words barely audible in a hushed whisper. 

“Angel,” Tony whispers, “You’re beautiful—so fucking beautiful.”

“You really think so?” His words nearly caused tears to spill, you sniffled. The edges of your eyes tearing up.

“"I know so," Tony's warm smile lit up his face and he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb as he tried to cheer you up. The motion of his touch felt so soothing, easing the tension in your heart. Without even realizing it, you found yourself mirroring his contagious smile. "I wish you could see how perfect you are, you’re the most important thing to me, baby. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

"It just feels like you're, y’know—Tony Stark, confidently striding through life with all the grandeur and charisma, while I'm just me," you admitted, self-deprecation evident in your tone.  

“Please don't compare yourself to me, your flaws and imperfections are what make you perfect in my eyes.” An idea suddenly came to him, “Let me express my love for you; lay back and let me show you how much I love you.”

As you rested your head on the soft silk pillows, you couldn't help but feel a wave of shame wash over you. Your nightgown was discarded, leaving you exposed in only your undergarments. In moments like these with Tony, you always found ways to hide your body; dimming the lights, covering yourself with sheets—anything that would conceal yourself. But this time, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. 

“Look at me, my love, don’t be shy.” With gentle insistence, Tony's hand guides your chin back to meet his gaze. 

The warmth of Tony's hand enfolds yours once again, strong and sure. His other hand trails gently along your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. As he presses his body against yours, the weight is a comforting pressure that grounds you in the moment. He starts with soft kisses on the tips of your fingers, before trailing them up and back down your arm. Each touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment as his hands explored every inch of you with a reverence that made your heart ache with longing. Tony’s hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and contour of your figure as if he were trying to memorize every inch of you. 

As the lights were gently dimmed, he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together, his arms wrapped around you as your foreheads met in a tight embrace, your bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. It was quiet, the only noises were your synchronized breaths and the pulse of the reactor, and in that moment, it was as if the whole world had faded away, leaving only you and Tony at its center. 

“You’re my everything, I love you, so, so much.” 

⎊ back to masterlist

[avis-writeshq]

valentine – tsukishima kei

w/c: 1.5kei

a/n: written for @sugardaddyreo and her valentines day event <3 sorry for how LATE this is

genre&warnings: rated 15+ for timeskips and suggestive??? ; reader wears a dress and uses makeup

summary: “i blinked and suddenly i had a valentine.”

SERVICE

I've rejected affection/For years and years

“I think I need three years worth of sleep to get over the day I just had,” You grumble, dropping your bag on the couch and wiping your face with both hands in exhaustion. At Kei’s laugh, you shoot him a pointed glare. “I mean it!”

He snorts, gently placing a hot cup of jasmine tea on the coffee table in front of the couch. “I didn’t say anything!”

Your glare softens when you take the cup of tea in your hands, the warmth radiating from the mug calming you down. “Thanks, Kei.” You take the time to look around your shared apartment, heart bursting when you notice the tidied countertop, the neatly arranged books and the vacuumed floors. “You cleaned?”

“You could use the help,” He responds nonchalantly, picking up his book. “I know how hard it is working with the new interns. You complain about it every day and come home at ungodly hours.”

You’re so moved you feel like you want to cry. So you cry. Tears prickling and building before falling when you blink. You sniffle, wiping them away with your sleeves and Kei jumps up in alarm.

“Shit, are you okay? (Y/N), baby, why are you crying?” He’s quick to grab you tissues and he runs a hand through your hair as you blow your nose. 

“I- I- I’m,” you babble like a baby, the stress from the day and the adoration you feel for your boyfriend bubbling up to the surface. “I love you so m- mu- much!”

Kei rolls his eyes at your words, holding you close to his chest. “Mhm, love you too.”

GIFTS

Now I have it and damn it/It's kind of weird

“Welcome back!” You smile, looking up from your book. “How was practice?”

“Normal,” Kei shrugs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m gross. Gonna take a shower quickly.”

Your eyes widen, “wait, hold on, I have something for you!”

He raises an eyebrow, your comment clearly piquing his interest. 

“Okay, you have to close your eyes.” Your grin is contagious and Kei can’t help the smile that grows on his lips. He hears the opening and closing of the fridge and a cold box being placed into his hands. “And… open it!”

He does as you say and the look of surprise on his face is undeniable as he looks at the pink, white and gold cake box. The cake box in itself was incredible with gold accents and a window to see directly what it holds. And of course, you being you, decided to buy strawberry shortcake from one of the most expensive bakeries in Sendai. 

“(Y/N)...” Kei begins slowly, eyeing you. “Why did you–”

“It’s a thank you!” You beam, taking the box from his hands and opening it up. “For everything you’ve done. I mean, you’ve done so much for me I figured I could repay the favour.”

Cheeks flushed and ears red, Kei watches you cut a slice of the cake and place it onto a small white plate. Before he realises it, a cake-clad fork is waving in front of his face, a cheeky grin on yours. 

“Don’t waste it~” You say in a sing-song voice, holding out the fork to him. “C’mon, Kei, my hand’s getting tired!”

Begrudgingly, he opens his mouth to take a bite. It’s the best cake he’s ever had.

WORDS

He tells me I'm pretty/Don't know how to respond/I tell him that he’s pretty too/Can I say that? Don’t have a clue

“Kei, c’mon, we’re gonna be late!” You yell, fixing up your hair from the reflection of the fridge. 

He lets out an audible groan from the bathroom and you roll your eyes at his antics. He emerges seconds later, eyes on his wrists and adjusting his cufflinks. “Stupid celebration dinner. Do I really have to-“

Kei freezes as he looks up, his cheeks hot and ears red as his eyes follow along your body. You smile, tucking hair behind your ear as you walk up to him.

“Yes, babe, you need to come to this celebration dinner.” He flushes harder when you take his arm to fix his cufflinks, his right arm held out towards you. You chuckle at his silence, letting his arm go. “All done! Alright, we better not keep the others-”

He cuts you off curtly with a quick kiss to the lips and you feel your head explode as you stammer. “I- what?”

Kei grins teasingly – mockingly, even – despite his face being almost as red as yours. “You look pretty.”

You feel your face heat up again and you resist the urge to wipe your face to calm yourself down, lest you ruin your lashes that you so helplessly curled to the chagrin of your eyelids. After a few moments of silence (and Kei looking anywhere but you), you respond with your own teasing glint. 

“You look pretty yourself, babe.”

His teammates tease him endlessly when they see the red lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt and the slight swell to his lips. 

TIME

With every passing moment/I surprise myself/I'm scared of flies/ I'm scared of guys/Someone please help

“This is nice,” You say quietly, hands tucked under your head as you look up at the sky. The bright stars dotting the sky as you lie on the roof of the campervan. 

It’s been too long since you were able to spend time with Kei, so the moment he had more than a weekend to himself it was decided that you’d have a short road trip around the countryside of Japan. With blankets along the roof of the van, you enjoyed the serenity and the silence that the night time came with.

Kei hums from beside you, legs folded in a crossed position, head looking up at the stars. “Yeah.”

“I’ve missed you, y’know,” You reveal quietly, eyes on the stars and not looking at your lover lest you begin to cry. “Like, a lot.”

He exhales. “I know, I’m sorry.” He mumbles something else quietly and you know better than to ask. 

“How’ve you been?”

Silence echoes through the crisp midnight breeze before, “Better now that you’re here.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your throat as you turn to look up at him. “That bad?”

He groans, throwing his head back to enunciate his point. “They’re so fucking loud.”

“Worse than Kageyama and Hinata? And Tanaka-san and Nishinoya-san?”

“God, they’re a million times worse.” 

You grin teasingly, “But you love them, right?”

He scoffs, “not as much as I love you.”

It’s your turn to groan, hitting him on the thigh with a satisfying slap. “You can’t just say stuff like that! It’s so embarrassing!” 

“Alright, I’ll stop, pipsqueak.”

“Oh, my god, I’m average height you asshole.”

“I don’t think anyone’s called me an asshole since high school.” 

You roll your eyes, smirking. “Maybe not to your face.”

He’s quiet before responding, “I can’t believe you called me an asshole. And here I thought you loved me.”

“Ha, as if!” You shriek as he hits you with a pillow. “Kei!”

“Yes, my dear?” He smirks as he says it – teasingly and mockingly. 

You pout, “I hate you.”

He hums, “the feeling is mutual.”

TOUCH

'Cause I think I've fallen/In love this time

You pull away from Kei’s lips, breaths mixing together and lips cherry red from the assault. Your own cheeks are hot with embarrassment as he looks at you with all the love in the world and your heart constricts. One of his arms rest against wall your back is against and his knee between your legs as his hands rest at your waist, moving only to brush hair at your face. 

You’re drunk of his kisses as you close the gap again, desperate as he presses his lips harder against yours. His glasses are long gone, tossed haphazardly on the desk beside you. He kisses your jawline and down your neck, the grip on your waist tightening with each moment. 

“God, I love you so much,” He breathes against your skin and your breath hitches at the sudden confession. “So fucking much.”

Tears prickle your eyes as he rests his forehead against yours and you loosely wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I love you, too,” You whisper, and you smile when his amber eyes meet yours. “So much.”

He reconnects your lips to his, sucking gently at your bottom lip and you can’t hold back the satisfied hum that escapes you. He kisses you with more fervour in that moment than he has the entire week and your heart swells once more at the feeling. Breaths mixing, cheeks warm and heart full, you feel his hands cup your face. 

Another confession of I love you leaves you and you relish in the way his cheeks darken and his ears turn red. He says the same.

I blinked, and suddenly I had a valentine.

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[pearlywritings]

It all started with the heels

synopsis: Sampo Koski can equally be the greatest help and the worst nightmare while helping you get dressed.

prompt: 19

requested by: a lovely anon

pairing: Sampo Koski x fem!reader

tw: suggestive, established relationship, kind of switch!Sampo

word count: 1.2k+ words in total

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“Can’t believe the Supreme Guardian is finally hosting a grand gathering. How many years has passed since the last party of any kind, twenty?”

“Come on, Sampo, I am sure some happened not so long ago,” you lightly chide him, looking at your reflection in the vanity mirror. For a moment his indigo hair is in your sight behind the shoulder, but you chose to ignore him, more concentrated on an earring fitting. “Besides, you weren’t on this planet twenty years ago, were you?” “Huhu, you never know, my dear! Even if I weren’t, I have the information,” the tone of his voice deepens just as it always does when he’s either smug or just very proud of his own deeds. Well, he does know his ways of getting anything he has his eyes on. Just like those invitations to the ball in the Overworld you are currently getting ready for.

“Can you promise not to cause too much havoc?” You hear him hum, half-interested and half-unconvinced. “Sampo Koski, I am serious. I am well aware that you’ve planned all of this to get your hands onto something, but either don’t drag me into it or change your plans right now and stay by my side.”

Checking the necklace and making sure that the lock is on the back of your neck, you finally turn to the man fully and rise from the stool. In all honesty you won’t be too disappointed if he decides to carry on with his initial plans and you’ll be left to yourself for the rest of the evening. Sure it would be much more entertaining if his nevershutting mouth was always near your ear either showering you with compliments or dishing anyone present in that low, borderline seductive voice of his, but just going out and showing off the amazing attire he managed to snatch for you doesn’t sound too bad at all. Maybe you’ll even strike a conversation with Lady Bronya and make acquaintance with her - to rub the fact into the conman’s face later, of course.

“Woah, I must admit, that looking like that you have all the chances to chain me to your side, beautiful,” an appreciative whistle is deserved - a glimmery one-shoulder with a long slitted skirt hugs your body magnificently, as if tailored specifically for you. And it seems to you that Sampo’s eyes savor every bared inch of your body. “Mmm, putting you on a leash sounds quite fitting. Look at you, salivating at the sight of me. You truly have no shame, Koski.”

“How can I have any when such a gorgeous woman stands just five feet away,” just saying that he shortens it to two. Today his fringe is even more frolicking, perfume is more enticing, the hip windows are gone, regrettably, but in exchange you get a nice chest window with the first two buttons of his shirt undone. He looks hella good in red and black. Maybe you should try and get him to wear lipstick to match…

“So, no disguise, hm?” “We have invitations and we will be there to enjoy our time. Why would I want to hide? I’ll let Gepard Landau burn a hole in me for as long as he wants to, it’s not like he has any motive to kick me out.”

“I bet he has. The first one is out of spite.”

“No, no, this man is too proper to do something out of spite,” Sampo reaches to the box on the chair at the side of the vanity table and fishes for a pair of heels, perfect for your dress.

“So, a good boy then? Maybe you should introduce us,” you charmingly smile, sparking a scandalized expression on your partner’s face.

“Don’t wound me like that, my dear! I am your good boy.”

“Sure you are, Koski. So prove it and get on your knees to help me.”

You’ve never seen a man so readily drop onto the floor and reach for a woman’s ankle. He carefully moves the hem of your dress away and leads your feet into the delicate shoe, wrapping the little belt snuggly, but not too tight, fastening the clasp. All the while he is huffing and complaining about you treating the poor Sampo so unfairly, but in the moment you could care less for his words, eyes fixed on those big and strong fingers, handling something so thin and delicate with expertise. Even more diverting they are because you know the many things they are capable of - from the tricks to aid his field of work to the unholy actions people usually don’t speak out loud.

Fuck, if you keep thinking like that you’ll have to ditch the gathering altogether.

“I am wondering,” the honeyed voice snaps you out of your starting to turn dirty thoughts, and you move your gaze to the smirking face, “what could be so distracting that you couldn’t hear my voice anymore? And I asked you a question…”

You have half a mind not to tell him the truth just to tease him, but, judging by the imps dancing in his emerald eyes, he’s already aware.

So all you can is close your eyes and sigh.

“Your hands, what else,” you put the already clad foot down and, balancing on it, slip your other one into the second shoe. “So, what was the question?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing of much importance. Just asking for permission to kiss that pretty thigh.”

“Huh?” Opening your eyes, you stare down at him. The realization hits you - because of the slit your leg is on full display for the man at your feet. And he wants to kiss your thigh? Oh well, he was a good boy for you, after all, you suppose you can allow it.

“Sure, I don’t mind. But finish with the shoe first.”

“All done already.”

You expected for his lips to simply touch beneath where the slit starts, but suddenly one hand of his is on your ass cheek to steady you, the other grabbing your leg under the knee and lifting it. Releasing a surprised gasp, you have to clasp a hand on your mouth to prevent a little moan from escaping when his mouth latches onto the inside of your thigh, sucking a mark onto the skin.

“S-sampo, what the hell-!”

“Mmm, not only you’ve granted me such pleasure, but it seems you’ve worn my favorite pair too,” he tugs the skirt aside even more, admiring the lacy panties, licking his lips. “Maybe you’ll also let me get a taste?” “You horny bastard!” You fume, pushing his head away, getting even angrier when he laughs. At least he lets go of your leg and allows you to take a step back.

“Aaand you’ve just convinced me to ditch my plans and stay by your side the whole night,” he slowly stands up, dusting his pants and giving you a blinding grin. “Won’t stop thinking of that hickie I’ve just given you. Oh, I am gonna have such a great time, whispering in your ear all the things I’m going to do to you after the ball… With my hands, of course, since you find yourself fascinated with them so much.”

You groan. He’s truly decided to test your limits tonight. Sure, you probably started first with your little fantasies back there, but you weren't the one who put some of them into action...

Well, then - two can play that game, and you are going to give that man a raging boner before he manages to get you two a room.

[babyyhoneyyyyy]

⋆.˚✮ 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 ✮˚.⋆ - One Shot [h.s]

Storyline: After concluding a public relationship on unfavorable terms, singer Madison Moore decides to sever all ties with her boyfriend. However, a year after their separation, she crosses paths with him again at an awards ceremony, where he makes his entrance accompanied by his new girlfriend – the same one Madison once suspected of cheating on her. Nevertheless, she no longer possesses the same docile and soft personality she used to have and when she realizes her ex is attempting to approach her, she chooses to immerse herself in a casual conversation, coincidentally encountering her primary rival in the music industry, Harry Styles. Word count: +9k Smut: 🔞

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Diamonds sparkle around my neck, while pearls delicately rest on my ears. A charming set of jewelry has been carefully chosen for the evening, creating a perfect combination with the black dress I selected for the red carpet.

The fabric hugs my figure precisely, displaying a dark yet radiant shade that reflects tiny glints under the light. The standout features are its pronounced V-neck and the leg slit, adding a revealing touch to the ensemble. My hair complements the look with a lace-up that falls down my back, leaving my forehead exposed.

I glance once again at the small clock showing the time through the mirror's reflection. It's nine fifteen, and there are just a few minutes left until the rest of the team arrives, and we all head to tonight's location in the van.

I close my eyes for a brief moment, letting them open again as my reflection appears before me. In another moment, the red lips might have seemed excessive, but tonight they were more than appropriate if I aimed to make an impact. A long-awaited display of recognition, only possible with suggestive clothing and a mischievous look.

I knew these tricks well; I had been using them for a few months and had become almost an expert. However, I couldn't really complain; they provided me with confidence and a sense of control, as only I knew how far to go and how much to reveal.

I hear my nickname being called by my manager, beckoning me from the other side of the door, signaling that the moment has arrived.

I let out a final sigh, giving one last glance at my reflection in the mirror, and with a small affirmative gesture, I make my way to the door. I unlock the latch and move down the hallway.

"How do I look?" I ask once I see my entire team getting ready to leave my apartment. Their gazes immediately shift to my face and gradually descend to my outfit, creating a subtle interplay between my face and figure in a silence that was beginning to feel almost unsettling.

Then, Allyson, my best friend and the person who would also accompany me to the gala, more at my request, approached me, dropping her hands onto my shoulders and holding me lightly while allowing a cheeky gaze to traverse my body once again.

"Incredibly hot," she replied with a side smile. If I didn't know her better, I would even say she was flirting with me.

"You look like a freaking superstar," Sandy, my agent, joined by my side, commented with a radiant smile that I didn't hesitate to reciprocate.

"A very sexy one," added Allyson.

"Seems like she got the memo," I responded to Sandy, throwing a glance at my friend while I simply watched their interaction with amusement.

"Time's running out. People are already asking if you'll show up, Maddy". I hear the voice of one of the technicians, prompting my manager, my best friend, and me to hurry and exit immediately.

I feel a slight tug on my arm, causing me to turn my head back. I observe Sandy, who looks at me with her typical observant and serene expression before any event, always trying to convey the same message to me.

"You're going to fuck everyone tonight". A smile escapes me due to her choice of words, as I playfully nod, and she takes my arm, finally allowing us to exit the apartment.

The noise of the city intensified as we navigated its streets. The neon signs became more prominent, and some cars honked their horns. Although I would have enjoyed observing the characteristic brightness of Hollywood, the driver's announcement that we had arrived only made my heart beat faster. The once bustling atmosphere provided by the streets was now fueled by fans waiting outside the venue.

The van's polarized windows prevented them from seeing me from the inside, but somehow, magically, some people had already started chanting my name. A smile spread across my face, feeling more confident as we headed towards the location predetermined by the team. I observed the various faces approaching the van, trying unsuccessfully to see beyond, but still shouting random names until they landed on the right one.

I checked my small bag, pulled out my mirror, and refreshed my lips with the lipstick I had specifically chosen for tonight. I took a deep breath a couple of times, practicing a breathing technique I had been taught since my early days in the industry, trying to focus on all the positive things that had happened up to that point. I was about to participate in one of the highlights of my career, not just as a guest but practically as the potential winner and the main star of the night. I was at the top, and no one could stop me.

My nod was enough for the back door to open, allowing my heel to finally touch the red carpet. The noise intensified, ringing loudly in my ears as the choruses of my name created a buzz around me. Camera flashes accompanied my descent as I tilted my head slightly to mark my steps on the pavement.

I stood in the center of the carpet, striking various poses for the photographers, keeping my face with a serene expression, and, on some occasions, with a smile. I began to move away as the pleading shouts for me to stay faded away. Allyson gently took my arm, occasionally smiling at the paparazzi still trying to get our attention as we entered the venue, followed by my team.

As we made our way through the backstage hallways, I could hear the voices of the presenters. I watched different technicians move around us, greeting me as they recognized me. Some even asked me to take a photo, a request to which I gladly agreed.

My heels lost prominence as we approached, overshadowed by the buzz of the show taking place in the main hall.

"Maddy," I hear Sandy's voice behind me, taking a moment to address me while she seems to be immersed in a phone conversation. "You should start getting ready," she informs me.

"Of course" I reply, making her nod before she returns to her phone call. I glance at my best friend, who has let go of my arm and looks at me with a pout. We both knew that her seat was reserved at the assigned table inside the hall, and I had to head to the dressing rooms to change.

"At least you'll wait for me next to Shawn Mendes" I mention, giving her a playful nudge as she regains a smile.

"You're absolutely right," she replies. A smile lights up her face, and before I can leave, she takes my hand, drawing my attention again. Ally is not known for being an especially emotional person; in fact, I used to surpass her in that aspect. However, lately, her emotions have started to emerge, which is saying a lot considering I've known her for more than half of my life. The expression she wears right now is more than enough to make my heart swell. A tenderness that adds sweetness to our friendship and makes me feel grateful for it every day.

"You're going to do wonderfully, although you already know it," she says, gently squeezing my hand. I feel the excitement rise through my body, finally manifesting in the growing moisture in my eyes. I blink a bit as I look up, preventing the tears from actually coming out. "I love you, Maddy. Good luck".

Oh, dear, I hate getting so emotional to the point of crying in these situations.

Unable to contain myself, I move closer to her, releasing our hand grip and enveloping her in an affectionate hug. Finally, I pull away and nod.

"I love you too, thank you". I reply, finally letting her go to continue her way into the hall, where the noise returns once the door leading directly to the entrance opens.

Again, the sound of my heels echoed on the floor, this time as I headed towards the path that led to the dressing rooms. As I advanced, some technicians greeted me until I reached the door with a star bearing my name. Under my hand on the lock, turning the knob as the dressing room materialized in front of me.

Immediately, I was enveloped by the scent of vanilla. Warm lights illuminated the room, matching the furniture in beige tones, including a sofa, a dressing table, and a small table with dried fruits, fresh ones, and bottles of water.

However, my attention focused on the rack beside the furniture. I approached and took off the cover that was suspended on a hook. I placed it on the chair, spreading it out as I unzipped the garment bag, finally revealing the outfit I would wear that night.

My performance would be marked by a yellow ensemble that had been tailored for me some time ago. It consisted of a ruffled top and a matching skirt, providing additional volume to my figure. Although it exposed my abdomen, allowing me the flexibility to dance and move freely on stage thanks to the small shorts I wore under the skirt.

It was a beautiful and practical outfit. It had been in my closet for a long time, and this was the perfect occasion to wear it.

I placed my belongings on the dressing table and secured the dressing room door for more privacy. Dressing was straightforward; however, removing the dress presented some difficulty. Nevertheless, I finally managed to replace it on the dress stand and hang it on the rack.

I turned towards the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, allowing my image to be seen from head to toe, highlighting the combination of yellow that enhances my skin tone and subtly adds volume.

I heard a tapping on the door, and I approached to open it, allowing Sandy's figure to enter the dressing room. I didn't stand up to show her my outfit, as she had witnessed the tailoring process from the beginning. Instead, I sit at the vanity and pull out the makeup I had brought for touch-ups, quickly changing the shade of my lipstick so I can blend in with my outfit and also to mattify my face with powder.

I felt calm until that moment, mentally reviewing the choreographies I would perform. However, when my nickname came out of my manager's lips, I immediately looked at her. I knew Sandy long enough, from my beginnings in this industry, and I could already discern precisely when something was not right.

"What happened?" I immediately ask, although silence persists from Sandy's side. She has chosen to sit on the couch, watching me through the mirror. "Sandy, tell me now, you're making me nervous". I say.

I see a sigh escape her lips as she nods towards me and says, "It's about your performance".

My breathing starts to become uneven as infinite possibilities take shape before me. I remain calmly silent for a moment until I decide to respond.

"Okay..." I affirm, maintaining composure regarding the situation, and wait to get more details. "What happened with that?"

"They said we have to cut it down," she replies at the same time my confusion arises. This time, Sandy doesn't wait for me to ask additional questions and proceeds to explain, "Now, you'll only have time for one song, then you'll have to leave the stage to make way for the next artist".

My eyes narrow in her direction, I turn my back to her, and lean on the back of my seat at the dressing table.

What exactly did she mean by that?

"Next artist?" I ask still confused. "I thought I was the main performance".

"That's right," she replies. "But, apparently, there was a sudden change of plans because they need to add someone else in that slot".

I continue to watch her attentively, examining each of her gestures. She clearly seems nervous, but I feel like she's hiding something more.

"Who?" I venture to ask. The question is enough for Sandy to shake her head repeatedly and get up from her seat on the couch. I watch as she starts pacing around the dressing room, holding her phone and typing at the same time. I call her again, but her response is limited to giving me a look and remaining silent. "Sandy, I was promised a full performance. I've practiced for months to occupy an entire slot, not to be limited to just a few minutes. At the very least, I deserve to know who it is".

Sandy's eyebrows furrow, showing an internal struggle to reveal the truth. Finally, after a sigh that reflects her unease, she utters the name of the responsible party: "It's Harry Styles".

Of all people in this damn industry.

I sigh with frustration and look at myself again in the dressing room mirror. The light illuminates the space, covering my entire face and clearly reflecting my furrowed brow and a pout beginning to form on my lips.

What was originally going to be a complete performance of about ten minutes will now be reduced to only four, with just enough time to present my latest single.

I was upset, or rather, furious. I had dedicated months of effort and rehearsals to this, preparing to occupy an entire slot where I would not only present one but two songs, each with its own set design and choreography. And now, all that work was going to be wasted by having to involuntarily share the spotlight with someone else.

And worst of all, that someone else turned out to be him.

Harry embodied all the negative aspects of my career, being my number one rival since my position began to rise rapidly. There was a time when I considered that his growing popularity along with mine could be seen as a positive boost for my career, but it turned out to be the opposite when I realized he saw it as competition.

At one point, he snatched a venue where I was supposed to give a show. I tried to communicate with his team at that time and eventually with him, thinking it was a mistake. However, when I received a small note on my phone with a headline showing him laughing at the situation and even making sarcastic references to my loss in the middle of his own show, I decided that things needed to change in that regard. 

I could tolerate many things, but I wouldn't allow him and his actions to leave my fans and me hanging.

"I'm really sorry, Maddy. I did my best, but they insisted on sharing the space". I hear Sandy's words, feeling her closer and visualizing her behind me, leaning on the chair that still supports my body.

I nod finally, aware that the issue was not in her hands to resolve, as it transcended our team.

I hear three knocks on the door, announcing that it was time to go. I check myself once again, making sure my makeup is still intact, and rise from my seat, also adjusting my skirt.

"Fuck them all. Let's go".

I hear Sandy's laughter beside me, leading the way as the dressing room door opens, allowing me to re-enter the bright light of the hallways. Most of my team is waiting for me. I greet the dancers who will accompany me with a smile and join them as applause fills the space. My team makes the moment more lively, allowing us to perform a small ritual that has become a tradition for us before each performance. We join our hands and raise them with cheers of excitement.

This is how I finally position myself behind the stage, gaining confidence as I turn my back to the audience. With my right hand, I hold the microphone and squeeze it tightly at least three times, inhaling air as I adjust my breathing.

Until I see the stage light up with blue lights, I close my eyes and let the music fill my ears, a chorus of screams chanting my name initiating my performance.

The performance unfolds exceptionally. The dancers beside me don't hesitate to execute strength in their steps, and I, in turn, accompany them beyond necessity. I put into practice all the breathing exercises, holding the high notes perfectly. All the effort is reflected in the applause and screams around me when the music stops and the lights intensify the drama.

I stayed on stage for an additional time, under everyone's gaze, waiting for the team's signal to descend from the platform. I raise my hand and give a small wave to everyone, receiving warm smiles, many of them from faces familiar to me in the industry.

The cue comes through my in-ear monitors, and with the dim lighting present, I descend from the stage at the back.

My team welcomes me with hugs and some applause as we return to the backstage. However, I sense the music resurfacing once again with a sound of trumpets that extends throughout the environment, triggering my inevitable curiosity.

I turn slightly backward, watching the bright light flooding the stage again in a warm tone, this time accompanied by a tall man who exhibits a unique presence that I have had the chance to witness on a few occasions, and he wears a suit that fits perfectly to his body, made of a fabric that seems to be leather.

I make a small grimace as I see him confidently traverse the stage, as if I had never appeared in this one, looking at the people as his own and quickly winning them over with his movements. The audience erupts in cheers when he drops what appears to be a green feather boa, revealing his bare torso, covered only by his leather jacket.

Not wanting to see any more, I turn around and head back to my dressing room, ready to change my clothes and head this time to the new place where the after party would take place.

I opted for a dress in a celestial shade and also fitted to my body, although the fabrics of this one had a subtle dewy effect that I loved.

As I enter the new lounge, I am greeted by upbeat music from a DJ and the dark lights in shades of red and blue become familiar with my dress. I sense greetings from a few industry acquaintances before finally finding my best friend in the crowd. Near a table at the bar, Ally was actively engaged in a conversation with the guy we once talked about, and then I began to doubt whether I should interrupt.

My lips concealed to prevent my smile from being too evident as I approached, but my gaze shifted, and immediately, I regretted it when I felt my steps instinctively stop.

A few feet away, I spotted Joe with his distinctive brown hair, recognizable to me. However, that wasn't all; next to him, a young blonde placed her hand on his shoulder, carelessly approaching his face while smiling at him.

At that moment, I couldn't pinpoint exactly the feeling I was experiencing, except for the paralysis of my heart that prompted me to continue watching their interaction. I mean, it wasn't common to meet my worst ex again, let alone witness his audacity in introducing the woman I discovered was his lover for much of our relationship.

I felt like I could vomit at any moment, and everything seemed to get worse when I sensed that Joe's gaze shifted from the girl beside him to me.

I felt the world crumbling around me, forcing me to blink and look away, although it was already too late when, from the corner of my eye, I saw his figure starting to approach.

Although Ally was still immersed in her conversation with Shawn, I no longer cared about interrupting them. But they were both far enough away that trying to get there in a hurry would be a hopeless endeavor.

So my only option was to turn around and head back to the dressing rooms, which ended only in colliding with another body in the attempt.

"Have you gotten lost all the way to your table now?" I hear Harry's characteristic husky voice, revealing his presence in front of me with a completely revamped outfit, still in dark tones, wearing a suit that seemed to be crafted from a wool-like fabric, though I couldn't pinpoint it due to the dim lighting. What was completely visible was his torso, now covered by a bividi.

A sigh escapes me. This was the last thing I needed.

"I forgot something in my dressing room," I reply.

"Still your dressing room?" he asks mockingly, causing a furrow in my eyebrows. "I thought once your performance was over, your name simply vanished from that door".

"I don't know, what do you think?" I respond sarcastically, hearing his laughter, knowing he expected me to reply with the same tone. "Did your name already vanish?"

"What do you think?" he replies. I roll my eyes, confident that no one would really see my expression due to the lively atmosphere around us. However, I decide to remain subtly cautious and maintain a falsely enthusiastic expression before smiling at him.

"I don't have time for this, Harry. Excuse me". I mutter under my breath, looking down, instantly erasing my smile, and waiting for his body to give me the pass.

Instead, Harry chooses to inquire, "Are you sure?" leaving me again with an inevitable furrowed brow as I realize he's not moving. "Because I see your ex-boyfriend over there with an attractive blonde a few meters from us," he states. Once again, I feel my heart freeze, and a dry cough resonates in my throat. Uncomfortable, I avert my gaze carefully, avoiding meeting anyone's eyes, until the husky voice manifests once again, but this time a bit closer. "And, in case you've forgotten, the dressing rooms are in the opposite direction".

Damn.

"Of course, I remember," I immediately respond, turning my head to address him directly, allowing him to step back a bit as he notices our proximity due to my movement, though I, for my part, don't even react. "I was going to the bathroom first, and then to my dressing room, that's what I meant".

"Sure". he murmurs with another smile. He doesn't hesitate to express his intention to tease me in front of me. His audacity has persisted since I've known him, and the incendiary reaction every time we cross paths only intensifies over time, becoming increasingly unbearable.

I felt a sense of suffocation every time I encountered him. I often watched him from a distance, displaying evident kindness to the public, being friendly, joking, and laughing, letting his dimples adorn his face. Despite all the charming image he projected around him, my perspective on him remained unchanged.

Every close encounter with Harry carried the accumulated tension throughout our career. The thirst for competition lingered silently as we exchanged glances at various events, and at times, even shared cheeky smiles that revealed our triumph when one of us won in our confrontations.

And, on this occasion, that's precisely what he was taking care of.

"Why don't you let me buy you a drink?" he suddenly asks, causing surprise and confusion on my face. I wait a few seconds before he continues, "As a way to congratulate you on your performance".

And there it was. It wasn't a friendly invitation but a celebration of his own triumph.

I feel discomfort rise on my cheeks, turning them reddish and experiencing the spreading warmth in me.

"Do you mean the performance you were about to steal from me?" I respond inquisitively.

"Did I?" he asks, feigning confusion in his words as his eyebrows tilt in sarcasm and his green eyes narrow.

I take the opportunity to get a bit closer to him, leaving us almost at the same distance as he once chose to move away. However, this time, he chooses to remain motionless in his place, making our height difference more evident, though my response is equally close.

"I know perfectly well that all of that was your fault," I murmur, making sure my words stay between us two. His eyebrows slightly arch as he continues to look at me, and I interpret it as a sign to continue, "It was a solo performance, and obviously, you couldn't stand not being the center of attention tonight".

Harry chooses to remain silent, studying my face carefully. I interpret his silence as confirmation, perhaps even something he was ashamed to admit aloud, and rightfully so, because that was what I really expected.

"You seem pretty sure," he finally responds, dropping his head to one side. "Let me discuss it with liquor on me".

"No way". I immediately deny.

"Your ex is still chasing you," he murmurs once again close to me.

I lower my gaze and inhale deeply.

There was no alternative. Either I faced Harry's words, or I faced Joe. One seemed to be worse than the other, although I couldn't decide which was which; but my instinct only urged me to go along with his proposition, and that's exactly what I did.

"Just one," I reply, reaching a conclusion. "No more".

Immediately, a dimple forms on his face, and an almost malicious look accompanies it. Whether I regretted it or not, I had already accepted, and he wouldn't allow me to truly retract.

Finally, this seemed to be my destiny for the night.

"Of course".

Harry turns, indicating for me to follow as the music around us increases as we approach the bar table. Lights flash in a variety of colors, now immersed in a dark violet tone. I grip my small purse firmly as bumps affect my body due to the dancing crowd, possibly drunk, without realizing or anticipating the space they occupy.

I don't pay much attention as I return my gaze forward, realizing that the bar atmosphere is left behind as we move forward.

I furrow my brow and try to match my pace with Harry's, striving to find an explanation. However, he keeps moving with determination and doesn't even turn around, knowing I'm still following him.

I identify the nearest exit door and decide to stop him at that moment. I pull his arm and hold it close to me, causing his pace to halt, and he finally turns to look at me.

"Where are we heading?" I inquire.

"I'll buy you a drink," he simply responds with a shrug, implying that the answer should be obvious.

"But I thought—" my words are interrupted by a sidelong gesture from him as he answers: "Those there aren't good".

My eyes narrow in suspicion. "Did you even try them?" I ask.

"I heard some comments," he says, shrugging his shoulders again.

Harry doesn't wait for me to say more and takes advantage of the grip I still have on his arm to grab my wrist, pulling my body slightly to keep walking.

The door of the lounge is opened by the security personnel guarding it, and the night breeze intensifies around me, leaving the noise of the music behind.

Once the doors close, I can appreciate the difference between the white lights coming from one of the main parking lots of the venue and the various luxury cars parked all over the place. Harry leads us to one of them, specifically a Range Rover that is slightly separated from the other cars. His hand releases my wrist and goes in the opposite direction of the car, letting me pass alone to the other side. I stay there for a few seconds, watching his interaction with the driver until he returns to my side, opens the back door, and lets me go first. I express a "thank you" in response and get into the car.

The journey turned uncomfortably silent, allowing me to settle at one end of the fine leather seat as I watched the city streets materialize around us through the polarized windows. My grip on my bag occasionally intensified, fidgeting with my fingers in an attempt to calm my nervousness.

The moment inside the lounge replayed in my mind, with Joe's brown eyes fixed on me, probably witnessing my exit with Harry. However, all the concern faded, carried away by the same tide to which I was willingly submitting. It's at that moment I hear my companion's voice, alerting me that we have arrived.

Harry steps out of the car first, unexpectedly assuming the role of a chauffeur as he opens the door and takes my hand while helping me descend. I feel his warm touch, contrasting with the multiple rings adorning his fingers. A chill runs down my spine, accentuated by the surrounding breeze.

The environment seems colder than usual, permeated by the salty aroma, and the presence of several yachts parked around the area makes it even more apparent. I furrow my brow, directing my gaze to the man beside me, who seems immune to my gesture and keeps his eyes straight ahead.

What the hell am I doing here?

"Where are we?" I inquire. More out of the need to know, I do it with the desire to get a genuine explanation from him.

It's only then that Harry turns his gaze back to me, revealing a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"I thought it was obvious by the yachts around us," he replies. At that moment, his figure starts to move, and I realize the car has withdrawn. The cool breeze surrounds us as I shift my attention to the majestic yachts practically next to me. One more luxurious than the other, with a shiny appearance, but this only serves to increase my confusion.

"I mean," I begin to say as I follow him down the wooden path, causing my heels to resonate more loudly. "I know where we are, but why are we here?"

Harry instinctively turns, throwing me a brief look before responding, "Because I owe you a drink". My gaze intensely connects with his, and I notice one of his dimples forming again due to his smirk. "What?"

"This is not a bar," I reply, pointing out the obvious at that moment. Our steps are the only response I continue to receive until, after what seems like a few minutes of walking, we stop in front of a particular yacht.

It was almost as extensive as the others, presenting itself with at least three sections from this perspective, equally white and gleaming, illuminated from the outside and showing only a glimpse of its interior. However, this one stood out even more among all, displaying the initials "HS" on the front, which leads me to connect the dots and take a closer look at the owner that I now recognize.

"What better than having a drink in the middle of the ocean, don't you think?"

For some reason, I choose silence as a response and wait for Harry, once again, to help me climb the stairs leading inside the yacht.

Inside, the opulence becomes even more evident. The bow presents itself as an illuminated catwalk, even equipped with spacious sofas for comfort. The interior looks almost like a small apartment, also furnished, with a table and chairs for any meal one might want to enjoy. A carpet covers the entire floor, softening the sound of my heels, while some ornaments decorate the space, highlighting the golden details around.

"Make yourself at home," I suddenly hear Harry say from behind, taking me by surprise. I turn my head instantly, slightly bumping into his face, as I see him enter the space. Finally, I notice that in the background, behind a partition, there is a wide stool that seems to be part of the kitchen and, in turn, the bar with a variety of drinks on display welcomes my presence. Harry's body is disappearing into that area, blending in and leaving me alone at the entrance.

A sigh escapes my lips as I sink into the spacious sofa. I check my bag, opening it to take out my phone and heading straight to Ally's contact. The call doesn't ring until the third tone, by which time I already hear the music hitting my speakers, forcing me to move the phone slightly away from my ear.

"Maddy?" I finally hear my friend say. "Where the hell are you?"

"I'm fine, calm down," I reply. "I came with a— Um," at that moment, I didn't know what to say. I had called to assure her that I was okay, but I hadn't considered the most obvious: what would I tell her if she asked what I was doing? I couldn't just spill the situation, as that would prolong the conversation, and the last thing I wanted was for Harry to hear all the details as if it were a gossip show. I quickly think of a response before Ally starts to suspect. "With a friend I met backstage, and we came for a drink at a... small nearby bar so no one can make assumptions," I conclude. I bite my lower lip as I hear Ally's response materialize on the other side of the line.

"Do I know that friend?"

"Uh," I hesitate for a moment before responding, genuinely trying to stop lying altogether. So I say, "Yes, probably". But before she can ask more questions, I interrupt her. "I'll tell you later".

"That's fine," she replies. I hear the music around her slightly fading, suggesting that she's stepping aside to get more privacy. "But is he at least hot?" she asks. And I have no idea what to answer.

I swallow as I look back into the yacht, watching Harry's broad back and curls from a distance. Even meters away, he appears unperturbed, and curiosity fills my instincts again. I hide my lips and look straight ahead.

"A bit," I reply.

"Alright," she responds. "Let me know if you need me to pick you up or something, I'm here for you".

"I know, there's no need to worry," I reply. "Are you going back with Robert?" I ask, knowing that now only my driver remains to ensure she gets to her own apartment safely.

"Well..." I hear a small laugh from her, and my eyebrows raise as I wait for her response. "I think I'm heading somewhere else too".

"Oh..." A shared laughter joins the conversation. "Okay... I understand," I nod through the call. "I'll wait for the details".

"I'll be waiting for yours too. Goodbye," I hear her slightly dragging the words, so I simply respond with a goodbye and hang up.

It seems I wasn't the only one who had an unexpected encounter.

A few minutes passed as I dedicated myself to look around, putting my phone back in my bag. At that moment, I hear the partition opening, with a subtle but attention-catching sound making my head turn in its direction.

Then, I see Harry holding two glasses in his hands, bringing one towards me and keeping the other.

The  liquor has a hue similar to pink, sharpening my curiosity as I bring it to my lips. The sip results in a bittersweet taste, immediately recognizing the mix of vodka and strawberry.

"It's really good, thank you," I comment as I continue to feel the subtle sweetness on my lips. I sense the sofa slightly sinking under the weight of someone else a few meters away, as if they were trying to maintain a distance. Harry leaves his drink on the table in front of us, watching me as I continue to drink.

It truly was delicious, but I no longer knew what else to say besides continuing to sip. So, I decided that the moment might be more bearable if I introduced some alcohol into my system. That would be the only way to stop thinking about the look Harry was giving me at that moment.

"Now we can address what you mentioned in that room," I hear his rough voice through my ears, awakening any instinct as I pay attention. "You seemed very confident in stating that I tried to steal your presentation".

"Wasn't that the case?" I inquire in response, finally placing my glass with the drink less than halfway on the table, right next to his. "It doesn't make sense for you to deny it. And neither do I have any point in remembering it". I tell him. A silence hangs between us, leaving his response in the void as an idea forms in my mind. At this point, the liquor has started to take effect, and although I'm not seeing blurry nor unconscious by any means, my filter disappears. And I really have no objections to that, as it is exactly what I wanted.

"I propose something," I start, capturing his attention with a steady gaze into his green eyes, which seem filled with curiosity, not really anticipating what I'm about to say. "For tonight, I'll leave all that behind, and you won't mention it with the intention of annoying me."

"Do I do it to annoying you?" he asks, laughing, one that highlights his dimples again as he shakes his head expressively and approaches the table to reach for his glass.

"You really have difficulty recognizing what you do, don't you?" I inquire, tilting my head to the right.

"That's all you assume," he responds.

"All you don't admit," I retort.

"Now you're calling me a liar," he comments after taking another sip of his drink. His words are laced with more sarcasm than usual, and his cheeky smile becomes more evident. "After you've had a drink, that's a bit disrespectful".

"Tell me a truth," I suddenly say, catching him completely off guard for a moment. His eyes meet mine directly, squinting slightly and raising his chin a bit. I watch as his tongue passes over his lips, moistening them and giving them a natural shine, before he answers: "I watched your performance".

"Now, a lie,"

A smirk begins to form on him, and then he replies, "I watched your performance".

Unexpectedly, a smile of my own appears on my face.

"I think it's your turn now," he tells me. I nod my head and inhale a bit of air before settling into my seat, allowing my dress to rise slightly and reveal more of my thigh. I don't bother to fix it, noticing Harry's gaze descending before realizing that I'm watching him.

And then another idea crosses my mind.

"Let's make this more interesting," I propose. "The loser will take off an item of clothing".

Harry's eyebrows raise in surprise, but quickly lower, leaving his expression showing only curiosity.

"Are you sure?" he questions.

"Of course," I reply without hesitation, reaffirming my confidence.

Harry responds with a small sigh, settling into the sofa, letting his body sink a bit more into it. He adopts a pose by resting his arm on the backrest and slightly opening his legs for comfort. In the whole process, I can't help but observe him.

"I didn't know that bold side of you, Maddy," he suddenly mentions my nickname, leaving me with a slight frown, wondering how he knew. "Who would've thought".

"On the contrary, I feel like I know a lot about you," I reply in a lower tone.

"Oh, really?" he asks, matching my tone. A playful smile forms on my face as I nod.

"Yes," I start, leaning slightly closer to him. My knees press into the sofa, and my hands sink into it as I slowly approach his body in a crawling position. I focus solely on following Harry's eyes, which darken, taking on the same tone as the night that envelops us, abandoning the green they briefly exhibited. I stop at the level of his knees, not directly colliding with them, and then I also rest my arm on the back of the sofa.

"You're narcissistic," I murmur, allowing silence to settle between us as my words hang in the air. "You enjoy being the center of attention, and when someone doesn't give it to you, you seek it at all costs," I continue. "That's why you brought me here. You can't stand that I won't surrender to you for real".

Silence settles between us again, but this time I feel the atmosphere becoming denser. Despite the breeze, I experience how heat floods my body, reddening my cheeks and forcing the opening of my lips to facilitate the circulation of oxygen. As for Harry, watching each of my movements with his eyes, which still retain their dark color, observing me with precision.

His lips receive another moistening from his tongue before he responds: "Aren't you already doing it?" he asks, his voice deeper than usual.

"You lost," I retort. A look of fake disappointment forms on my face, followed by a smile that I can't hide. "You know what that means".

Harry doesn't say anything for a few more seconds, until I finally notice one of his dimples returning on his cheek as he lowers his gaze. And with a final nod, he replies, "If you insist".

The minutes keep ticking away, and the atmosphere becomes hotter as Harry's clothes disappear. I always trusted my statements, no matter the question, and thanks to my certainty in words, Harry accepted his defeat in most of the rounds.

However, things took a turn; my glass was already empty, and my embarrassment vanished with it. This time, I was more than obvious, allowing the only garment that played against me, my dress, to disappear from my body when I admitted defeat, leaving me in lingerie. Harry simply watches the moment as I stand up from the sofa to make it easier to remove my dress. My lace set is black, with small flowers adorning the edges.

I leave the dress on the sofa and approach to return to my place, but Harry's hand lands on my wrist, stopping me as I look at him.

My breathing starts to become irregular, accentuated by his touch that intensifies it. I watch as Harry rises from his seat, standing in front of me, highlighting once again our height difference, but closing the gap nonetheless. His cool chest impacts against mine, brushing against me in a contact I eagerly await. I feel anxious to experience more, and Harry seems to sense it, patiently waiting to take my neck with his palm, sliding his right thumb over my lips. In an instant, I part them slightly, allowing the gentle touch of his fingertip to meet my mouth and eventually take its place inside.

My lips wrap around his finger, caressing it with my tongue as a circular motion saturates it with saliva, all of this under Harry's watchful gaze from above.

And at that moment, when I feel I can no longer bear the pressure and try to move away to take the next step, Harry tightens his grip on my neck, placing his entire palm around it, leaving me immobile for a moment and allowing my breath to come out with slight difficulty through my mouth. I can feel my heart beating harder, and at this point, I have no doubts that he can hear it too. His palm raises my neck, placing his face inches from mine. My gaze lowers and rises in an expectant rhythm, watching his lips and returning to his eyes, a rhythm that keeps me restless, asking for more, craving more, and only calming when his face takes on the expression I desire. His gaze, changing in the darkness of the night, follows me, and my agony comes to an end when his lips meet mine.

A passionate, desperate, thirsty kiss fills me, complementing my body and intensifying my sensations. My hands become explorers, and he satisfies them as I touch his body, tracing his face, reaching his hair, pressing him more against me, if only it were possible.

Harry, for his part, releases his hold on my neck and descends down my body just as unrestrained, exploring every corner of my body with his touch. He moves across my back with intensity, brushing with delicacy and eliciting a moan from me during our kiss. His rings are still cold, becoming more evident as he descends, exerting pressure on my skin and possibly leaving marks due to their firmness. Although I wouldn't admit it out loud, I wished it to be so, especially on my buttocks, where his pinkie and ring fingers, adorned with his significant initial rings, exerted pressure.

The kiss becomes careless, causing us to separate slightly in search of air. Harry takes advantage of this to grab my hips, and in an unexpected move for me, he turns me, allowing my body to fall and press me forcefully against the table in front of us.

My face and palms are pressed against the glass, adjusting to the space, although I have no complaints about it. My senses intensify, perceiving Harry's body behind me with strength, and even more noticeably, his erection protruding from his boxers, pressing firmly against me.

My eyes begin to close, surrendering to the sensation even when my underwear remains a barrier between us. However, as seconds pass, desperation takes over me again; the dripping of my fluids only increases, and my hips begin to move as a signal. But Harry takes care of putting an end to it, pressing my hips once again and, this time, letting his palm strike forcefully on my buttock.

I can't contain a scream that escapes from me, while my hands desperately search for something to hold onto. I realize that the smoothness of the glass plays against me, and I can only try to hold on firmly to the table.

I feel the tingling on my skin, probably already reddened, but it is soothed by Harry's palm, which moves gently around, in a dangerous massage that approaches and moves away from the area that needs it the most. His fingers intertwine with my underwear, slightly raising the fabric and allowing the breeze from the surroundings to reach that part. Another moan escapes from my lips, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

"It looks so good on you," I hear his voice near my ear as he continues exploring the fabric, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "It's a shame that it's getting in the way right now".

It's at that moment when I hear the fabric's crunch, and my eyes open immediately. Harry doesn't give me time to react as I feel his erection finally pressing against me. Touching me, but this time without restrictions, he maintains an ascending and descending rhythm while moistening it with my own fluids. The sensation is pleasurable, so much so that my lips part more, and sounds of satisfaction resonate throughout the bow.

My mind focuses exclusively on the sensation, paying attention to every movement, and I join in with my hips. Harry keeps his firm grip on them until, at one point, I feel him distant. I don't perceive his touch with mine, and a pout forms instantly on my lips. I turn slightly towards him and see that he has a condom package in his hands, already starting to open it.

My pout becomes more evident, emitting a sound that draws his attention back to my face. I know it's the right thing to do, and yet surprisingly I find myself feeling disappointed by this when I should be grateful; but considering that I am free from any disease, perhaps I expect the same from him.

Harry watches me for a few seconds before lowering the condom, half-open, and looking at me attentively.

"I have no doubt that you're safe, but are you taking care of yourself?" he asks. My heart starts to beat rapidly as I nod immediately.

"Should I doubt that you're safe too?" I inquire in response, just to be reasonably sure.

"I can show you my certificate another day if you wish," he says, showing a serious expression that indicates his proposition is genuine. A smile escapes from me.

"Do you come with a pedigree?" I jokingly ask. Then his gaze changes once again, observing me with darkened eyes.

And I feel Harry's response materialize in a smack that elicits a moan of pain and pleasure from me.

"Damn," I mutter through gritted teeth.

"Very funny," he replies in turn.

The moment is brief, with his anger disappearing or maybe intensifying when the first penetration takes place.

A moan escapes from me, intensifying as the thrusts become more frequent. Harry shows no mercy, much less moderates his strokes. He grips my hip with one hand while the other presses into my lower back, pushing me harder against the table with each thrust and leaving me adrift with each impact.

"Fuck, Maddy," his simple voice, mentioning my nickname again, provokes a sigh that escapes my lips, being carried away by his movement. "You feel so good".

My eyes struggle to stay open, wishing to truly absorb the moment in all my senses but becoming increasingly difficult as the intensity builds.

The upper part of my underwear still rested on me, but now the fabric becomes uncomfortable as my body craves the slightest freshness to contrast with the moment. Apparently, I wasn't the only one seeking it, as Harry, as if reading my thoughts, shifts the hand that was on my back to my bra, and in a swift motion, unclasps it, freeing my body.

I feel his torso press against my now exposed back, lifting me slightly and allowing his hand to fit perfectly on my bare chest. I bite my lower lip once again with such force that it anticipates the possibility of blood in my taste.

Harry's caress feels soft on my skin, creating an absolute contrast with his movements inside me. Occasionally, his roughness manifests fully when he lightly squeezes my nipples, making the sounds coming out of my mouth more pronounced as he advances.

"Do you want to tease me again?" his voice emerges as I drop the question and focus on the sensation. "Come on, pretty girl, talk to me," he insists once more, trying to provoke a response. I bite my lip, holding back a smile, aware that I am getting into a small dangerous game at that moment.

Harry's grip intensifies, pressing against my skin, probably realizing the dynamic that was unfolding.

"Or do you prefer me to call you a slut?" the simple suggestion makes my back arch, revealing my immediate response, and I hear a husky laugh from his part. "Is that what you are? A little slut who enjoys my cock filling you?" another moan from me manifests in the space, representing my own thoughts.

"Does it feel good, huh?" Too good, I wanted to respond, but once again, I chose to hide my lips between my teeth. Then, I feel my hair being pulled sharply, lifting my body from the table and leaving me in an arched position. My buttocks rise, and the sound of the collision of our skins becomes more evident.

"I bet that idiot you had as an ex didn't even get close to this," I hear him say, and actually, far from worrying about the mention of my ex, the unspoken response to his statement is more than evident in my body.

Harry personified desire in its purest form, and the longing for more became evident in each of our encounters. I hadn't realized this until this moment when I felt him hitting inside me, holding me firmly, talking dirty to me. This was all I needed.

I hear Harry's breath in my ear, intense enough to reverberate in my senses and take me to experience a deeper level than I thought I could reach in my whole body. The adrenaline keeps rising in me, reflected by the thin layer of sweat on my skin, completely undoing the smoothing I once had.

My hands, full of desperation, try to move backward in an attempt for contact. However, Harry's firm grip on me makes this almost impossible; daring to move on my own would mean losing balance completely.

I have no sense of how much time has passed, with the only sound being the echo of my moans mixed with his in the space, when I feel everything come to a complete stop. I turn my head towards him, seeking his gaze and finding it with an amused expression that he doesn't even try to hide.

"Keep going," I demand in a whimper, but Harry ignores my words, still watching me and still inside me. "Damn it, Harry, continue," I express this time with annoyance. For his part, Harry tilts his head to the side, looking at me expectantly.

"Not even a please?" he asks.

A sigh escapes from me. I don't hesitate to do it. Honestly, at this moment, anything was valid for me; I just wanted to feel him again.

"Please, please," I murmur to him. The plea makes his eyes darken once again more than usual, and his gaze reflects the quickness of the change in his expression. "Continue, please".

I don't even finish speaking when Harry pushes his cock once again into me, with a speed that equals or surpasses the previous one. My grip tightens on the table, holding on with strength and trying to endure as much as I could.

"Tell me a truth, Maddy," I hear him say in my ear. "Tell me how you feel. Tell me you need this as much as I do". His words express an assertion, being confident as always, and if I had been fully conscious, I would have laughed just to tease him. However, now I felt like I was levitating and was willing to follow every order he gave me just to keep feeling him.

It was surprising to admit that his effect really caused this, the nullification of my own reason, yielding to his, and letting myself be carried away by the waves of the same ocean we were in. That was Harry, the whirlpool I willingly submitted to, just to experience another taste.

At least, for this night.

"Tell me, or I'll stop". I hear his threatening voice, and before I can articulate a response, I feel the firm pressure of his hands on my hips, urging me once again.

"Holy shit," I manage to say, gripping the table tightly. My head tilts back, feeling his own chest behind me as he advances in his movements. I can't form a coherent sentence without being interrupted by the pleasant sensation. As his movement continues, I pray for him not to stop; therefore, his name escapes my lips, expressing a single plea that I hope satisfies him, although with Harry, we both know it will never be enough.

"Come on, pretty girl," he repeats that nickname that sends a shiver down my spine once again. "Tell me a truth or you'll lose again".

"It feels so good," I finally utter, albeit still with difficulty. "Don't you dare stop," I warn, hearing a low chuckle in response. "I'm so close".

"Come," he responds immediately, accelerating his pace inside me, causing my eyes to close. "Let me feel how you tighten around me".

"Come with me," I manage to say only.

"You don't have to ask me twice," I hear his response in my ear.

The intensification of his thrusts makes them more rhythmic, marking a strong beat that increases the collision between our naked bodies. My head continues arched backward, but this time it remains immobilized by his arm around my neck, holding firmly in the precise place. The pressure is strong enough to be felt, but still allows me to breathe without too much difficulty. However, this complicates as I feel my movement synchronizing with his, my hips coming to life on their own as I approach the peak of pleasure in my life.

Tears run down my cheeks, leaving a salty taste on my lips, inevitably absorbed while my mouth emits moans or seeks air. The walls of my pussy begin to contract, and I can feel the pulsations inside me from Harry's cock, indicating that he is as close as I am.

I couldn't help but wish that he would come before me, longing to experience his reactions firsthand. However, the inevitable happened.

I felt a sensation of warmth rising through my body, wrapped in an electricity that made me move more restlessly and carelessly. My moans became louder, and finally, I experienced the tension bursting around me. I was unable to feel anything other than my own release and the overwhelming sense of satisfaction that invaded me.

Harry's grip relaxes on my neck, releasing it and allowing my body to fall back onto the table. It is at that moment, when I finally find myself able to regain awareness of my surroundings, that I can feel Harry's body leaning against mine, embracing me gently with his posture and holding me with delicate gestures.

The synchronization of our own breaths takes at least a few minutes, during which we both maintain our positions and experience an immediate sense of relaxation that extends throughout our bodies.

The minutes seem to prolong, and fatigue envelops me, allowing me to perceive only the freshness of the night breeze as Harry pulls away. I feel his touch on my legs, wiping me with what seems to be paper and holding me to prevent me from falling. Finally, I let myself fall on the couch, backed by him, and let myself be carried away by exhaustion, while Harry's green eyes are the last thing I see before everything plunges into darkness.

The whisper of the sea and the movement of the waves wake me up, and I realize that the night has given way to the blue morning sky around the yacht.

My drowsy eyes struggle to accurately perceive the environment until I focus on the table in front of me, which seems to be located farther from its usual position, several meters away from the scattered chairs in the place.

Memories of the previous night assault me at once with this landscape, leading me to look up and meet the serene face of a sleeping Harry beneath me.

I contemplate some of his curls falling onto his forehead, while I realize that his face has small marks from my dark lipstick. A faint smile forms on my lips as I try to move in my position without waking him.

In my attempt, I look around again, noticing that my bag is also scattered on the floor and has started buzzing similar to my notifications, which doesn't cease.

My brow slightly furrows, trying to distance myself carefully from Harry once again until I finally manage to and take my bag in my hands, pulling out my phone.

The time is revealed to me, noticing that it might be due to the various notifications that were coming in. On the screen, I see messages from some friends, numerous missed calls from Ally and Sandy, and a last message from an unknown number.

I access the last message from Ally, finding her response that she is already home and noting a drastic change this morning, or more precisely, since dawn. Her messages started with capital letters and filled the chat with about twenty monosyllables, culminating in a final message begging me to explain what was happening.

I didn't fully understand until I decided to open the link she attached to the message. Then, a note from People magazine opens in my browser, with my profile face and the image of a smiling Harry next to me.

I close my eyes for a moment. I should have anticipated that this would happen.

Inevitably, I continue scrolling down the page, and a big headline appears, accompanied by more photos of me getting into his black car and disappearing with Harry, leaving no trace of us throughout the night.

«CAUGHT IN A SPECIAL NIGHT Has Madison Moore decided to leave behind the melancholic romance and opt for vibrant pop? Discover the latest details about the encounter between the star girl and none other than Harry Styles.»

Shit.

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At the tail end of the day as the crowds thin out and the shops begin to close their shutters I suggest that it’s time to get back on the road. The girls grumble about it. There is still heat in the sun and while we were all having a nice conversation on the grass, I think it'd be best to get home before I’m worn out and too tired to drive. It’s been a long day already, as fun as it's been.

“Well, fine,” Jen struggles to her feet, “but I need to find a toilet before I go anywhere.”

“You should have a posh wee then,” I say, “We should all go.”

Years ago I learned the power of strolling into an establishment with the confidence of someone who deserves to be there, and because the toilets in five star hotels are better than the ones you have to pay fifty cent to use in the shopping centre across the road, those are the ones we prefer to use.

The strategy is so simple. With enough blind confidence once can stride right into the Shelbourne Hotel, past the doorman with his little top hat on him, use their toilets and their thick paper hand towels and then leave like a bandit. It turns the act of doing a piss into something with all the dangerous excitement of a bank heist. 

Evie doesn’t know what a posh wee is yet, so we decide it's best to show her. So with her hand clasped in Jen’s we hurry down the road, and slow to a casual stroll as we ascend the steps of the hotel.

I know the Shelbourne, I’ve been here enough times especially for the toilets, and other times to have awkward lunch with my maternal grandmother who would always make sure to tell me I was scruffy and make comments about how my sister was badly behaved for asking for crayons at the table. There was a family wedding here once too, of some cousin or something, at which I stuck my arm into the chocolate fountain and got it all over my sleeve. My dad had to strip me off in the men's bathroom so we could wash my shirt in the sink in front of the old guys using the urinals. 

Evie evidently has no history with this place. For a few stunned seconds she stands in the centre of the foyer, her body reflected in the gleaming marble floor and stares, and stares and stares at the chandeliers, the gilded mirrors, the extravagant bouquets of flowers with her mouth open in a little o, frozen with the shock of the luxury. 

“Evie,” Jen says gently, “The toilets are this way.”

“Oh, okay,” she lands back on earth, “I’m coming.”

“Wait until you feel their paper towels,” Jen holds the door open for Evie as they slip inside the ladies room, “I've a feeling they’ll change your life.”

They’re a while in there, so while I wait I wander around the hotel a bit. I peek into the dining room where what seems like hundreds of the country's most elderly are seated for dinner, then the lounge, where a jazz band is setting up, and finally I wander up the stairs and start opening and closing various doors just to see what’s behind them. It’s mainly empty conference rooms containing nothing remotely exciting whatsoever.

Until, on the opposite side of the landing, I spot a woman in a red dress coming through a set of double doors. Behind her the ballroom is alive with lights, music, clinking glassware and then it's all gone again behind the sweep of a door.

The girls are finishing up their posh wee as I'm coming back down the stairs, then, pausing at the bottom I blurt out “I found something.”

Jen scrunches up her face, “Oh God.” She follows me anyway, Evie in tow and trailing behind me as I dash back to the landing, following that muffled sound of music all the way to the ballroom doors. 

I ease one door open with my shoulder and let a shaft of light leak out onto the carpet. 

Evie’s eyes widen, “Wha-”

I shush her sharply, “Don’t ask, just come in,” I step aside and usher them in ahead of me, then we are standing inside witnessing the full spectrum of the extravagance, disco lights thrown over their faces, Evie's, stunned, Jen's miffed. She grabs my arm and hisses at me, “Jude! This is someone’s wedding party.” As if I somehow didn't know it already.

“Don’t worry about it,” I stroll over to a table of champagne and snatch two glasses for them, contemplating, only as a man in a crisp tailored suit eyes me disdainfully, that I might be pushing the whole ‘you can get away with anything if you’re confident enough’ thing a step too far. Oh well, I’ll just see how long it takes to get kicked out. 

I pass the glasses to the girls, and when a smartly dressed, penguin of a waiter with a plate of vol au vents comes close enough for me to take one in each hand. I might as well enjoy something free. I stuff them into my mouth one after the other like a starving dog, not sure if I even really taste them.  

“Are you supposed to be here?” Some middle aged woman says to me, getting way too close. 

“Yeah,” I reply, and stare back at her until she goes away. 

After wiping pastry crumbs off my face, I approach Evie, who has both hands on the stem of her champagne flute, gazing around the room with big inquisitive eyes. 

“What do you think?”

“A bit fancy, the whole thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

A smile, “The champagne is really nice though.”

“Is it?” I catch myself hoping that she offers me a sip from her glass, even after the long, intensive and graphic discussion I had with my dad about what would happen to me and my car if I ever got behind the wheel after drinking. Still, the bubbles in the glass rise so enticingly to the surface.

“Do you feel weird being here?” I ask her.

“Like, in the wrong outfit?”

“I suppose.”

She raises one shoulder in a shrug, “Maybe, it’s mostly funny though, isn’t it?”

“I would agree.”

“I'm surprised we've not been chucked out.”

“We will be, soon.”

The band kicks off into a cover of an Elvis song that aunt Maureen used to blast in the kitchen when she was doing a deep clean. With all of the fancy people in their finest outfits swaying unrhythmically on the dance floor, I decide that what would make the situation much funnier is if we were there among them, shorts and t-shirts and dirty white runners. 

“Where’s Jen? Jen!” I pull her away from a conversation she’s having with an old woman who seems confused about her appearance, “You’re dancing with me now.”

“Are you drunk? You’re hardly drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. Hey! You too,” and with a hand on Evie’s shoulder I march her onto the dancefloor. She’s giggling the whole way. 

“Wait, wait,” she leaves her glass onto a table and I pick it up for one sip, that’s all. She was right, it’s really nice champagne.

“Are you making me dance?”

“Shh, yes, wouldn’t you like to say that you danced in the ballroom of the Shelbourne?”

“Yeah I’ll call my mother straight away and tell her the good news. She'll be so proud of me.”

“Do you like Elvis?” holding both of her hands in mine I spin her in a wild circle, accidentally bumping her into someone else, and she gasps, “sorry! Sorry! That was an accident!” Then to me, “I don’t know, I haven’t decided.”

“If you like Elvis?” I didn’t really intend to dance with her, but here we are. I don't let go.

“I don’t think about him in terms of like or dislike, or whatever. He’s just… himself, like.”

“Suppose he is, yeah.”

We are dancing with so little grace that it ought to be humiliating, yet she’s smiling with delight at the silliness of this moment, and the coloured lights bounce over her face in a way that would be so nice to paint. I crash her into someone else, then immediately leap backwards onto some man’s foot.

“Sorry, man.”

“Excuse me, are you even supposed to be here?”

“I'm a cousin.”

The chorus kicks in and I sing it at Evie with tone deaf enthusiasm in my best Elvis voice, “Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir, uh huh! You light my morning sky burnin’ luh-uh-uve.”

I catch her eye the moment that her laugh fades and her face takes on a different look, one I've recognised in other people, and for one fraction of a second as I look back my brain tries to formulate a thought, or at least the beginning of one.

If I wanted to, I could-

Nope. Not interested.

I release her immediately and whirl around to dance with Jen instead.

“What's wrong with you?” She says the moment she sees my face.

“Me? Nothing. What's wrong with you?”

“I'm fine. Why do you look liked you've stopped having fun all of a sudden?”

“I haven't at all.”

“Then why are you looking all intense?”

“Hm? Who's intense?”

“You!”

“Dunno, Jen, too many questions,” I attempt to dip her but she resists with a squeal, and thankfully, it's just about enough to distract her.

From nothing, that is. Because nothing is happening. Nobody is intense except the guy on stage, singing Elvis like his life depends on it, and I am being completely normal.

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For the Drabble game! “They smiled at each other, lost in their own world.” with Yoongi!! Smut and Fluff for the tags but if you think the other tags fit better the others look fun too!! Thank you💜💜I love your workkkk!!! 💜💜💜

in the silence of the studio:

pairing: producer! yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || established relationship || non-idol au

summary: no one ever seems to bring up why you and yoongi always disappear during the company’s release parties.

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: fingering, studio sex, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), a singular slap to her pussy, creampie, cum play, implied cockwarming

notes: prompt from the drabble game <3 i've never written such short smut before.. :')

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They smiled at each other, lost in their own world; sea of people long forgotten as Yoongi’s arm slips around your waist, your hand falling onto his shoulder as your bodies sway, hearts in sync. Music far from slow, some fast-paced disco beat of a song he’d heard playing on the radio. Something easy to drown out when he’s got you all dolled up in front of him.

The prettiest little dress he’s bought for you, probably an anniversary, glittery eyes that shone in flickering spotlights and pretty pink lips that he finds himself leaning forward to kiss each time you open your mouth to say something.

Neither you, nor Yoongi had ever been very fond of the listening parties that his company hosted. Your boyfriend merely showing up out of politeness while you stay to show your support of his career. It was no secret that his parents had been sceptical of his dream, and that’s why you made it a point to make sure that no matter which road he decided to wander in this life, you’d always walk beside him.

No one ever seemed to notice how the two of you would slink out of the room after greeting as many familiar faces as you could find, how neither of you stayed long enough to hear the thank yous for coming, or the buffet to be laid out pretty like a feast on a table in the far corner. Hard to wait for the celebrated artist to make their speech when hands get impatient, teasing in places they shouldn’t with so many witnesses. Beady eyes that could easily fall in your direction, greeted by the sight of rose dusted cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

The lights often become a blur of colours, vibrance reflected in glassy eyes, low base vibrating down your spine as hands grope bare skin, and nails rake stark red marks under thin shirts or naked thighs. Where doors are swung open and lips mould together as the elevator makes its ascent to the top floor of the company. Hallway empty except the two of you.

Neither of you seem to have any shame, honey like moans dripping off your tongue when Yoongi’s hands slip up your skirt, teasing lacy underwear as your fingers tangle into his hair. His tongue laving over your neck, teeth nipping at sweet spots and kissing over red skin; something a little primal purring in his chest at the fact everyone knows you’re with him.

His to claim, his to mark.

Both of you fumble with the password to his studio, distracted by the pleasure that thrums through your bodies as your hand slips down the waist of his slacks, and Yoongi’s fingers brush over your panty covered clit.

You bounce when you fall back onto the couch, skirt of your dress hiked up around your waist as Yoongi unzips his pants, hands desperate to hold onto your skin; grab your hips, or the meat of your thighs, perhaps sink his teeth into your plush skin.  

You kick your panties off as he shucks his own clothes somewhere on the studio floor.

“God, you’re so pretty, you know that?” he murmurs, lips pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, working his way over your stomach.

“You do tell me quite often” you whisper, fingers skimming over his happy trail, your boyfriend’s body lurching forward when delicate fingers wrap around his cock, pearly bead of pre-cum slipping down his length as his arms cage your head.

“Fucking tease”

“Sorry” you giggle, balancing on one your elbows, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw as you continue to languidly stroke his length.

Your thighs clamp shut as his fingers tease over your wet folds, thumb running your arousal over your clit.

Your mouth falls open into a silent moan as he slips his index finger past your walls, a pitiful dribble of slick following his sudden intrusion.

Your hips buck upwards in time with his thrusts as Yoongi’s hips kick forward into your loose fist.

“Another” you whine, free hand tangling into his hair, rough as you bring him down for a wet kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, sodden mixture of your saliva coating your chins shiny.

A second finger slips into you, and Yoongi groans as you clamp around him, unrelenting as he thrusts knuckle-deep inside of you; ever the tease as he brushes over that little patch inside of you that has your thighs shaking.

“Fuck me, Yoongs, please”

“Yeah?” he curls his fingers, and you whine when he pulls them out of you, your own hand pulling away from his cock.

You hear the wet slap before you feel it, stinging pleasure making your thighs twitch; thick pleasure causing another wave of arousal to dribble out of your pussy when Yoongi places a mean slap over your clit.

“Please” you beg, hips rutting upwards in search for any sort of relief.

“My pretty thing” he croons, hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he lines himself up with your entrance, “I love you”

“I love you too” you look up at him through your lashes, wet with unshed tears that he kisses away—gentle as he presses the head of his cock into you.

Unashamed, you let out a breathy moan, Yoongi grunting as his hips rock forward; his hands pulling your ankles over his shoulders, your knees knocking your tits as he bends forwards, hips jerking enough that he bottoms out inside of you.

“Move please” your hands hold the backs of your knees, cunt squeezing his length.

With the walls of his studio soundproofed, neither of you have any shame as he starts to rut into you, harmony of moans filling the silence of the studio.

“Play with yourself for me, baby”

Your hands slip between sweat slicked bodies, fingers dipping into the creamy essence that clings onto Yoongi’s cock each time he pulls out of you, slicking your clit up before you’re drawing tight circles.

“Gonna cum” you warn Yoongi, hips rutting upwards to meet his own.

“Cum with me, pretty”

You feel the peak of your high, hiccup of a moan swallowed by Yoongi’s lips as you tip over the edge, cunt clenching sporadically around his cock as it twitches between your walls, thick wave of his seed coating your insides creamy.

“So good” he grunts, softening cock pulled out to the tip before he’s pushing back into you, concoction of your orgasms clinging onto his length.

You whine in bordering oversensitivity as he thrusts back into you, making sure his cum stays snug between your walls, as far into you as possible.

The air is punched from your lungs when Yoongi falls over your chest, chin hooked over your shoulder.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he tells you.

“I know. You like to remind me” you run a hand through his hair, damp with sweat, “I love you too, you know?”

He huffs a laugh, “I know” and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your cheeks as he presses a featherlight kiss to your bare shoulder.

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