#i should try to make lilac lemonade. i heard that's where it's at

[delicourse]

lilac season

[likesomekindofcheese]

Cottagecore  (Gwilym Lee x fem! Reader Oneshot)

A/N: Hello! For @queenandborhapevents​ I wrote this fic as a part of an exchange on Ao3 and now I can share it here and reveal who I am! Hello there @itsametaphorgwil​! I am your Secret Santa revealed! I am glad you enjoyed it and know I enjoyed writing it for your honor!

Word Count: 1,832

Summary: When reaching your dream job gets too stressful, Gwilym suggests an escape to the countryside to get you to relax.

Warnings: not much, some swearing, drinking, a touch of angst, but mostly fluff, and poor Reader being on edge.

“Y/N, if you would like this position, here are the things you need to work on for the next month. Then we might give you this offer,” the woman stated.

You nodded your head enthusiastically. Every word was put into your brain in the strongest part of storage. Your dream job was eminent. The people you have admired for ages were pushing you on. Every dollar spent, every hour clocked in, and every bit of training and studying and student debt was about to be worth it.

“We’ll try you out and interview at this point on the fifteenth of next month, sounds good?” she folded her arms in her black pantsuit, slightly serious.

A Pollyanna smile grew on you.

“Of course! I will!”

You wound up practicing and trying every free hour you had for this job. Cups of coffee devoured. Then water to make up for coffee. Then constant bathroom breaks. Words in front of you seemed fuzzy. But you kept at it.

Even when your boyfriend, Gwilym was around, it was all you could talk or think about.

“Hey Y/N…let’s escape,” he suggested. “There’s a place…it’s out in the country!”

“I don’t know…” you sighed.

“It will be fun!” he begged, taking your hand.

With a huff, you nod.

“Where is it?”

“Pembroke-near some family.”

Pembroke! Grassy fields, a nearby ocean…

And two whole weeks without work!

He led you into the cottage excitedly. Then his smile dropped briefly as he saw you pull out your laptop from its bag on the kitchen table.

“Annwyl, did you bring anything related to your job with you?” he asked sternly.

The laptop clicked shut and you let out a sigh.

“Yes, it’s just that…I’m really afraid of failing!” you cried. “It’s just…I’ve been…been afraid to relax. I’m just so close to my dreams coming true, and I’ve been struggling and hustling just to get the opportunity…I feel like if I let go…it will slip away from me.” Tears came out before you could stop them.

He hugged you. You could hear the rustling of trees.

“Then promise me this…every day you do one hour- and only one hour- of work and the rest of the day, you try to breathe.”

You nodded, “of course.”

“Oh, Y/N, I completely understand but…you’ve seemed so…it isn’t going to go away if you enjoy yourself for a bit.”

He kissed the top of your head tenderly.

Settling into the cottage, the sunlight poured in from everywhere. Dust specks flitted around in circles as if they were dancing. You only flicked the lights on when it got dark.

Both of you had to see the garden around the house. There were more roses, lilacs, and peonies than you could count and plenty of green sprouts not even Gwilym could name.

Soon you were walking down to the markets, drinking cold lemonades, and buying a large basket of strawberries in their prime: large, red, and juicy, almost like candy to devour.

The next morning, you felt him shake you awake.

“Cariad…look out the window…” he said softly, kissing your temple.

The sun was rising and the whole world was baked in a sweet, pink light. The sunlight was melting over the fields, making it glow.

“Are we in a fairy tale?” you asked.

You could sense the sleepiness in your voice and you felt two arms pull you close, so your back touched his chest. You heard the slight rumble of his laughter.

“No, we’re in Pembrokeshire, but close.”

There was a ten-minute stroll to town, passing herd of sheep or a goat enjoying its breakfast of dandelions. The town was tiny- the houses still had vines, dates from the 1600s in the upper corner and every nook had little shops and businesses and whatnot. People walked by, from children on bicycles to grandmothers ushering in guests for tea.

Nearby there was a stone bridge. A river babbled beneath it and across you could make out taller buildings, some painted a gaudy yellow or a musty red.

But something about the rust on the bridge’s sides made it feel surreal, ancient. Every step you took you held your breath because it might collapse and fall. It never did.

On your third day there you noticed there was a gaggle of little ducks, clucking nasally as they glided across the water’s edge.

“Look!” you cried, pointing to them.

Gwil leaned his brown head over in your direction. “Why, look at these little fellows!”

Normally at this time, as soon as your walk with Gwil was over, you took to your work: editing your resume, cover letter, and other items online and practicing and curating what the try-out would consist of.

But today was different. You felt tired at the thought of that hour approaching. You wanted to take your time.

“Should we get them bread?” you asked.

“Not bread, that will make them sick…”

Gwil ran up to a plant shop and got them seeds, you both took turns tossing it to them. Laughing at the way they shook their beaks as they ate. Soon a mother waded forward with a trail of ducklings behind her- all peeping in high little voices and in a line so straight it seemed mechanical.

He opened the bag and released the seeds into his palm. Their graininess against the softness of his skin. Reaching in for a bit, you could smell the earth it came from.

He walked closer over the edge of the bridge. His reflection looking back up at him from the blue of the water A few ducks hovered toward the mirror Gwil, quacking in curiosity.

He let a few seeds fall with a plop into the water.

They nibbled graciously. As they chewed with their beaks open, a pretty, little white duck passed by, sniffing for morsels as well.

Grinning, you obliged, letting a few seeds fall from your fingertips. They landed, creating ripples that went to the edges, growing fainter. But the white duck wagged its tail as if it were a canine and devoured the seeds.

“How would you like a beach day, tomorrow?” he asked. “It’s only an hour dive.”

“Is that even a question?” you replied, giving him a chaste kiss.

The hour drive long drive seemed to take forever with no beachy signals except for the smell. Until a road that went downhill showed the yellow sand right where it dipped down- flowing out of the grass until soon it replaced the fields as you drove onto it and parked.

The sand dissolved between your toes; the breeze was cool against your legs. Only a few people came and went as they day was slightly overcast.

“Yeesss! Let’s swim, Y/N!” your boyfriend cheered, leaping out of the car.

Gwil ran childishly toward the ocean in his swim trunks and you in your red one-piece, pulling you with him. Though you shrieked at the icy water, it soon seemed normal and refreshing to feel around your calves.

Both of you splashed at each other and got deep enough to swim. Often bending down to pick up interesting little seashells and collect them in a glass jar.

Suddenly Gwil turned his head, let out a slight swear, and covered your eyes with his hands.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m glad you said yes today…” he teased, walking against you so you had to walk forward.

“What! How come? What are you up to?” you asked.

“We havesome guests!” he announced.

“Are you really going to let us have all the fun?” a sweet voice asked in front of you.

He pulled his hands away and you let out a squeal. You knew that blonde bob and pair of bright eyes anywhere.

“Lucy! Lucy, what are you doing here!”

“Rami’s filming, and Gwil had told us you guys were vacationing. Might as well go over and say hello!”

Salt caught into your hair to where you smelt in all day. You missed the scent of the ocean and the sound of its lulling, but hearing Rami and Lucy catch up as Gwil drove back made up for it.

“Oh- we got two local Cabernet bottles to try…would you stay for a drink?” Gwil offered, pulling up near the cottage.

That night, the wine overtook you both, Lucy especially.

“It’s cold! Let’s go in the room!” Lucy insisted, as red as the strawberries in the fridge.

She went over to an extra guest room in the cottage- it was smaller with white walls, a few paintings, and a tiny window. But the bed was so large it took up half the space.

Ooooh! It’s sooooft!” she cooed as she settled on it.

Both of you pulled the duvet over the two of you and began talking softly. You heard Rami and Gwil catching up downstairs with talk of directors and long days of filming.

“Hmmph, do you think this shirt shows too much of my titties?” you asked.

Laying down in the bed had pulled the edge of your shirt down and you began to stubbornly pull it u.

Lucy began giggling like mad. She pulled the duvet over her head into a large lump.

“What is it?” you asked.

She poked her face out with an elfish gleam in her eye.

“Titties!”

You both began to giggle profusely. There are creaks upstairs as Rami and Gwil walk in, bemused at the two of you. Lucy and you pulled blankets up over your mouths to stop.

“You alright? You both had a lot…” Gwil began, walking closer to see your faces.

“We’re fine, it’s just…” you began.

“It’s about…about titties!” she blurted.

You both burst out howling.

Rami and Gwil looked at each other, beaming despite Lucy’s tipsiness.  They ran downstairs and returned with a small plate of cheese, crackers, and apple slices.

“We’ll leave you ladies be,” Rami promised.

He put it on Lucy’s lap. She grinned and gave him a smooch as thanks.

Gwil stood by the door, watching you take a bit of a red apple slice.

“Just have something on your stomachs,” he added before Rami returned to shut the door.

Lucy and you giggling over snacks was the memory you kept inside you. That and the beach, the ducks, the berries, as you and Gwil crossed the corner where the fateful building stood.

A month had gone since this was planned and the day you expected and dreaded had arrived. You whisper the right words and picture it. And none of it is forgotten- a muscle memory.

“Darling…thank you for the trip. No matter what comes to it-I needed to enjoy things and not let it all get to me,” you say, pausing before the door.

He cups your face, “you always put your heart and soul into things…and I love you for it.”

As Gwil walks with you to the building, saying he will wait outside. He kisses you on your forehead, leaving a subtle, shiny mark there as you walk in.

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[loverofthefiction]

Infatuation

Summary: Sirius accidentally drinks Amortentia, the love potion, and falls for you.

Maruader’s Era!Sirius Black x reader

Word Count: 4337

Warnings: not much?? maybe some use of potions, being in love (but written horribly), and fluffffff

Author’s Note: wow this fic literally took me four months to write, which is insane. I worked so hard on it and I’m so happy I finished it lol. The end is a little rushed but other than that, I’m v proud of it :’)) Also, I’m working on so many other fics that may not be finished for a while so oops (including three series oof) but requests are sill open. Anyway, thank you for your time and enjoy!!

“Isn’t he just gorgeous?” Matilda sighed, her chin in her palm and sporting large heart eyes toward James, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table, a proud grin on his face. It was the day after yet another victorious Quidditch match, where he beat Slytherin for what seemed like the thousandth time (like he needed another reason to gloat).

“Uh huh, whatever you say,” you muttered, not really caring for what she had to say, your textbook was much more interesting than any comment she made over him.

“I mean, the way his eyes glimmer behind his glasses…” At this point, you had opted to completely ignore everything that came out of her mouth. You had heard every observation she had made about him for the past several years. It was best to pretend to care instead of actually listening.

It was that you were a bad friend (actually you were a saint for sticking with her for so long), you just had no interest in James. You much better preferred his best friend, Sirius, not that you had ever told Matilda that. In fact, you hadn’t told anyone about your crush; keeping things to yourself seemed like a better way to live life. You didn’t feel the need to go around telling everyone your biggest secret.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Matilda’s voice snapped you out of your trance.

“What?”

“I said,” she sighed at the fact that she had to repeat herself, “we’re learning about Amortentias in Potions today… and I think it’s the perfect time to ask James on a date to Hogsmeade, don’t you think?”

“Why would that be the perfect time?”

“Well, since we’re learning all about love, it just fits,” she shrugged.

“I… guess,” your furrowed your brow. At that moment, the bell rang, indicating that you had to start making your way to class. “Okay, come on love bug, let’s go to class.” She stuck out her tongue at you; she’s always hated that nickname, but you still called her that since it was perfect for the way she acted when she was around James. You grabbed your textbook and bag while Matilda grabbed hers as well, and made your way to Potions.

This class had to be yours and Matilda’s favorite. She loved it because she could gawk at James whenever she wanted. But you loved it for the actual subject (though Sirius was definitely a nice addition to what made the class so fun); making potions was a talent of yours and Slughorn liked to praise your concoctions whenever you made a perfect one.

As you entered class, you couldn’t help but notice the peculiar looking pink liquid in the middle of the classroom.

“Good afternoon, class,” Slughorn said after everyone had found their seats. “Today, is a very special day, for today, we are learning all about love potions.” A couple of people in the classroom, including Matilda, grew excited; their thoughts went wild over whatever person they were currently eyeing.

“Now, this potion is definitely not one to just be given about to whoever will drink it. It is very dangerous, not to mention the instructions for it is only fit for an advanced potion maker.” Slughorn looked around the classroom until his eyes finally landed on you.

“Ah, Y/N, would you be so kind as to come up and take a whiff of it? Tell us what you smell.” Your breath got caught in your throat as you were suddenly the center of attention. Your legs walked wobbly towards the center of the classroom and Slughorn gave you a reassuring smile as you sniffed the liquid.

“I smell… cologne, cinnamon, leather, and… sea breeze.” You took a deep breath as you realized that the person you had been describing was Sirius. Glancing at him, he didn’t seem to notice that all of the qualities you had just named were all things that made him who he is.

“Perfect, thank you very much, Y/N. The history of this special brew dates back to the 1800s…” Slughorn’s voice seemed to fade whenever you looked down at your textbook as soon as you got back to your seat. You had already read all about the potion in some book, so you knew you didn’t miss much. The thing that had distracted you, however, was the folded piece of parchment that Matilda had slid to you. You gave her a raised eyebrow, and she widened her eyes in return, implying that you should just open the note.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the small piece of paper which read ‘Do you think you would be able to prepare it?’

‘Why?’ You wrote back on a different piece of parchment and slipped it to her.

‘Because I think this is the perfect way for James to finally notice me!’ And that’s how it started.

You never thought a simple question (more like a plea) from Matilda would annoy you so much. She asked day in and day out for you to make the potion for her. She knew that you were more than likely to make such a difficult potion as if it were nothing. Yet, you still denied her.

You did not want her to use magic to make James fall in love with her; it was the wrong thing to do. But at this point, she had become so insistent that you had no choice to agree…

“Fine! Fine, I’ll do it! But you owe me!”

“Thank you so much, Y/N! You’re my bestest friend!” she squealed in delight, and she hugged the breath out of you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered.

And so, you got to work. You had asked Slughorn for an hour or so in his classroom to try to mix a potion that helps with concentration because you “needed it with O.W.L.s coming up soon”. He had agreed, so nice to the student that showed so much enthusiasm to the subject he taught.

You followed the instructions carefully and after just two tries, you had made the perfect Amortentia. Now all you had to do was tell Matilda to mix it into James’ drink during breakfast, and she was golden.

“Are you sure it’ll work?” she asked anxiously.

“Yes, Mat, I’ve followed the recipe to a T. Everything will be alright,” you rolled her eyes. “Now go get it over with.”

“Okay, thank you, by the way, I’m really glad we’re friends,” she gave you a sweet and genuine smile, one you never really saw often.

“Me, too. Now go! The potion won’t get delivered by itself!”

..

It was a lazy morning for Sirius today; he had rolled out of bed with shut eyes and heavy limbs. He was glad it was the weekend, and he did not intend on doing any of his Transfiguration or Dark Arts homework. No, these two days were for a much-needed break from anything hectic going on in his life at the moment.

He simply put on whatever t-shirt was the nearest to him, not caring if it smelled or not, and walked to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He groggily walked down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. It was a little early on in the morning, not a lot of students had left their dorms yet (including the rest of the Marauders), so he sighed and sat down in his usual seat.

His mind was still a bit foggy from being only just awakened, so when he saw the goblet with a piece of parchment that said James’ name on it, he didn’t question anything. One look at the drink and he became intrigued. One sip wouldn’t hurt, he thought. I’m sure James won’t mind…

He raised the cup up to his lips and tasted the pink liquid. At first, he was taken aback by how weird it tasted; it was like a mixture of lilac, lemonade, and peppermint (which were all characteristics that came to mind when he thought of you). But then as the aftertaste started to kick in, all kinds of your traits rushed to him. He loved the way you pushed back your hair while you read a book, not caring about your appearance as if you weren’t the most beautiful girl in the world, because you were; he loved the way you showed confidence every time you raised your hand to answer a question you know you’d get correct, and then glowing after getting praised for being so smart; he loved the way you seemed to live in your own world, unfazed by whatever happened around you. But overall, he loved you.

“Morning, Padfoot,” James greeted, and he, Peter and Remus sat down next to Sirius, the three of them immediately digging into the toast and eggs.

“Have you ever noticed how pretty and smart Y/N is?” Sirius asked, his words baffling James but not Remus.

“So you’ve finally admitted to yourself that you like her?” Remus said as he spread jam onto a piece of bread.

“Like her? I’m in love with her.”

“Woah, wait, where is this coming from?” James asked, his brain not exactly comprehending what was going on.

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked.

“Well, you never talk about girls like that, they’ve always just been objects for you to snog,” James furrowed his eyebrows.

“Haven’t you ever thought that I snog girls because I’m trying to take my mind off of Y/N?”

“Not really…” James carried off.

“Well, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. It’s just taken me extra long to figure it out.”

James, Peter, and Remus looked at each other, obviously knowing right away that there was something… off about the way he talked about you. Sirius for one wasn’t someone who talked about his feelings all that much. For him to be so open about his ‘love’ (as he put it), was out of character. Although it was quite obvious to them that he had a bit of a crush on you; hiding his longing stares and heart eyes wasn’t a talent of his.

“Oh, look!” he exclaimed as you walked in, your hair up in a messy bun and a pair of old pajama pants with a couple tears here and there seemed to accentuate your beauty on a new level to him. “There she is! Isn’t she gorgeous?”

“Mate… Are you feeling alright?” Remus asked cautiously, as to not accidentally hurt his feelings.

“Better than ever! Actually, I’m going to go talk to her right now!” He announced as he stood up bravely and walked over to your seat, where you had only just served yourself your first mug of coffee.

“Maybe it has something to do with this,” Remus muttered over to James and Peter, pointing at the goblet with James’ name on it. “Should we stop him?”

“No, I need some morning entertainment,” James grinned, putting his arms around the boys’ shoulders to stop them from stopping Sirius.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Sirius greeted, sliding into the seat next to you. You hadn’t expected company until much later since it was so early in the morning.

“Morning, Sirius,” you said, a little confused as to why he was talking to you. You had hoped your face wasn’t as bright red as a tomato in his sudden presence. It was really too early in the morning to be talking to someone whom you cared so much about. “What brings you to my part of the Great Hall?”

“My undying love for you,” he said quite bluntly as you almost choked on your orange juice.

“I-I’m sorry? I’m not sure I heard you correctly,” you coughed.

“You did hear correctly, I’m sorry it only took me so long to come to that conclusion. But I’m here now, your knight in shining armour,” he grinned brightly, a charming smoulder set into his face. It was the smoulder that he set aside for girls who giggled wildly whenever they talked to him (the same girls were now giving you death stares for receiving all of his attention).

“Are you feeling well, Sirius? Are you sure you didn’t take anything?” You had seen him arrive at the Gryffindor table before James, which meant that Sirius had seen the goblet before he had.

“I drank some funny juice but that doesn’t matter now. I’m in love with you and I’m ready to show it,” he gleamed.

“Shit, was it the cup that had James’ name on it?” You asked, slightly hoping he’d say no, but knowing that he probably had.

“Yeah, I figured there would be no harm in it,” he shrugged. “Wait, are you thinking about James? He’s not the one you should be thinking about,” he practically growled, his brow furrowing in jealousy.

“No, no, Sirius,” you said quickly as to not give rise to the situation. “I just meant that… that cup was actually meant for James from Matilda, not me. You know how she’s liked him for forever.” Your explanation seemed to have calmed him.

“Okay, good. James isn’t worthy of your attention anyway.”

“Alright…” you said, a little unsure. “How about… we go and talk to the rest of the Marauders for a quick second?” you suggested.

“Why?” he asked, seemingly baffled.

“Because… they’re your best friends, don’t you want your love to get closer to your best friends?”

“No, not really…” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, we’re going anyway, come on.” You stood up, taking a hold of his (surprisingly firm) bicep and dragged him over to the far end of the Gryffindor table.

“Good morning, boys,” you greeted the trio of boys. “You seem to have lost something.”

“Oh, yeah, Sirius! I was wondering where you were,” James said with sarcastic glee.

“James, did you by any chance drink from this goblet?” you asked, gesturing towards the Amortentia cup.

“No, why?” he asked with a hint of knowledge behind his round glasses.

“It was a gift from Matilda, and I’m sure you may know by now but Sirius drank from it.”

“I knew it had to do something with that!” Remus exclaimed.

“Matilda? The one from our year?” James queries.

“Yes, my best friend,” you inform.

“Why would she use the Amortentia potion? Doesn’t she know that James has been in love with Lily since first year?” Remus chuckled despite the glare from James.

“That’s not the point,” you interjected before an argument between the two of them broke out. “Sirius is in love with me, and we need to fix this.”

“Why? Do you not like me?” Sirius asked with wide hurt eyes.

“No, no, I just… don’t want you following me around everywhere, no offense,” you smiled in attempt to make him feel better.

“So you do like him?” James grinned.

“Shut up, this is serious,” you chided and quickly turned away to hide your flushed cheeks.

“Alright then, what are we going to do?” asked Peter.

“We can’t go to Slughorn, he’ll have Matilda punished for making that potion and giving it to a student,” Remus informed.

“Well, Matilda wasn’t really the one who made it,” you chuckled nervously.

“Who was it?” Peter asked with a quirk of his brow.

“It might have been me,” you muttered, hoping they wouldn’t hear you.

“You made it?” James’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“I’m impressed,” Remus crossed his arms in approval.

“Well, of course, she made it, she’s the smartest witch in our year,” Sirius interrupted.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Lily…” you scratched the back of your neck in shame.

“You’re amazing, don’t put yourself down like that,” he reassured, looking at you with heart eyes.

“We really need to find a cure for this,” James looked at the both of you in disgust.

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” you exclaimed, scooting away from Sirius when he tried to put an arm around your shoulder.

“Alright, I suggest that Y/N and I do research on how to reverse it. Peter, you’re the lookout, make sure Matilda or any professor doesn’t find out what happened to Sirius. And James, try to keep him away from Y/N,” Remus brought his gaze to everyone as he gave his instructions.

“What?!” James and Sirius exclaimed at the same time.

“Why do you have fun jobs but I get to watch Sirius?”

“I can’t live without Y/N! Please don’t take me away from her!” Sirius wrapped his arms around you and squeezing tightly.

“James, you’re Sirius’s best friend, you’re the only one who can stand him,” Remus followed up.

“He’s right, James,” you said (as best you could whilst being squeezed).

“Alright, alright,” James threw his hands up in defeat. “Sirius, let go of Y/N, she can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sorry, love,” he loosened his arms but kept them around you. “Are you alright now?”

“Could be better.”

“This is going to take a lot of work,” Remus sighed.

..

The rest of the day was spent trying to research in the library with Remus, which wasn’t really odd to the rest of the students, they knew you two were bookworms. Peter was trying his best to make up stories about the whereabouts of your group whenever any of the professors asked (the boys had quite the reputation and their absence didn’t go unnoticed). James, on the other hand, was very busy trying to keep Sirius out of the library so he wouldn’t interrupt your research.

“Remus, we’ve looked through every potions book in here,” you whined. “There’s nothing on how to reverse the Amortentia potion.”

“You aren’t suggesting what I think you are…”

“Yes! We have to tell someone about this!” you whisper-shouted (you were in a library, of course).

“No! You’ll get in trouble, you might even get expelled!” Remus countered. He didn’t want to tell you about how important you were to Sirius; it would break his heart to see you get reprimanded for helping out a friend.

“There’s no other way!” You sighed and shut the book you were reading.

“There might be one more option…” He scratched the back of his neck as if he had a secret he wasn’t too keen on telling.

“What is it?”

“We have to ask Lily for help.”

“That’s a good idea… but what’s with the hesitation?”

“James is in love with Lily. If we ask her for help, James will be distracted and won’t be able to watch Sirius. Then they will be all over you and Lily,” he explained.

“How about you watch James to keep Lily unbothered and I… I’ll watch Sirius?”

“That is a lot of responsibility, Y/N. When people are under the Amortentia spell, they are completely obsessed with a certain person. Are you sure you’ll be alright with him following you everywhere you go?”

“Sure, how hard can it be?”

..

You and Lily were the two best witches in your potions class, which is why it didn’t take you that long to convince her to help you out in your little dilemma; she loved helping people out, especially if it had something to do with potions, combined with the fact that you were obviously restless when it came to trying to find a reversal to the potion, she knew it was important to bring her assets to the team.

She disappeared into the library hours ago and ever since, Sirius had been staring at you while you read a book on the floor of the empty Gryffindor common room.

“You’re very beautiful, do you know that?” He sighed, his chin rested on the palm of his hand.

“Thank you,” you blushed, not looking at his eyes.

“And you’re really smart,” he muttered.

“Thank you,” you repeated.

“Why do you not like me back?” he asked, his voice small and timid.

You turned your head to look at him; his grey eyes resembled a puppy’s and the usually cocky grin that adorned his face was replaced with a vulnerable pout.

“W-why do you think that?” You asked with a soft-spoken tone (one you would typically use whilst speaking to a child).

“I heard you speaking to Matilda once, you said you hated my guts,” he revealed. The only time you had ever said that was when she had caught you staring at him during Transfigurations and you needed to assure her you didn’t like him, which couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Sirius,” you set your book down, giving him your full attention, “that was an exaggeration. I don’t hate you, I just meant that I thought you were… childish at times. Of course, I hadn’t really talked to you at that point.”

“Does that mean you do like me back?”

“I… I just think that what you’re feeling right now isn’t real. After we find a cure, you’ll go back to normal and everything you’re feeling right now will become a weird distant memory.”

“No, Y/N, my feelings for you will never disappear.”

“That’s just the potion talking,” you looked down.

“No, it isn’t. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, it only took the potion for me to actually act upon it.”

“I’m sorry, Sirius, but I can’t trust these words while you’re under a spell,” you shook your head, not wanting to believe his confession.

“How can I prove it to you?”

“You can’t, not until we find a cure.”

“Can I at least take you on a date? After all of this?”

“I don’t know…” You wanted to, you really did, but you couldn’t get your hopes up, especially if he’d be back to normal in no time.

“I-I’ll buy you a butterbeer, anything,” he pleaded. “Just one date, Y/N.” He placed a finger under your chin to look into your eyes.

“Okay,” you sighed, still looking at him. “One date.”

“Yes!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms around you and hugging you tightly.

“But this doesn’t mean we’re like… together together…”

“I’ll take what I can get,” he gives you his signature smolder and you swear for a second that he actually feels something towards you. But at the moment, Remus and Lily come bursting in, Lily holding a vile of some clear liquid.

“I finally figured it out,” Lily panted, holding out the vile.

“Lily asked me to help her make the antidote and it took a bit of convincing Slughorn to let us use his classroom, but we did it,” Remus spoke up. “Now, Padfoot, all you have to do is take small sips of this. It’ll cause some fatigue and you will probably be asleep for the rest of the weekend.”

Sirius simply nodded along at all the new information being told to him, but his eyes landed on you once Remus was done speaking. You swallowed hard under his gaze and shifted. He had only reciprocated your feelings (a little extremely but reciprocated nonetheless) because of a love potion and now that he was to be changed back, would he actually feel what he had felt under the spell?

“Y/N, are you alright?” Lily asked, snapping you out of your trance and placing a caring hand on your arm.

“Yeah, I might just need to give Sirius his rest…” you nodded, and continued, “it’ll be a long recovery, Padfoot.”

You and Lily walked out of the common room to give Remus and Sirius their space. But you managed to look back at Sirius and give a small wave.

..

“Y/N! Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all weekend!” Matilda huffed as she sat down next to you on Monday morning breakfast.

“I’ve been… studying. The O.W.L.s are almost here and I need to cram as much information in my head as possible,” you grumbled into your bowl of oatmeal.

“Well, either way, I think I just thought of the perfect way to get James to-”

“Mat! James is in love with Lily! Love potions don’t work and even if they did, you’d be living a lie if you actually thought that deep down inside, hexing someone into loving you was the right thing to do.” You sighed and pushed away your bowl, the loss of appetite hitting you suddenly.

“Wow… I didn’t know you felt that way…” She muttered, but mostly stayed silent. “But I see what you mean. I guess it’s kind of mad of me to go after him after all these years...” She gave you a genuine smile, though it felt like she wasn’t hurt, you knew your words would have an impact on her from now on.

“Mat-”

“I’ll leave you two alone,” she suddenly interrupted you and stood up from her seat, taking a piece of toast with her.

You were confused at first but understood what she meant when you heard someone clear his throat behind you. It was Sirius, standing sheepishly with his hands in his pockets and a book bag over his shoulder.

“Hi,” he muttered, giving you a sweet smile.

“Hello,” you bit your lip.

“Can I sit down?” He motioned towards the seat that Matilda had just left behind and he set himself down after you nodded nervously. “I just wanted to tell you… I’m sorry for what happened with the whole… you know…”

“No, you don’t have to apologize, it was my fault anyway…” You chuckled, although there not being anything truly funny.

“I just wanted to make sure you know, I don’t regret anything I said while I was under the spell. I meant every last word of it,” he visibly gulped.

“Everything? Even the part where you felt… you know…”

“Yes,” he laughed. “Even that part.”

“Oh, thank Merlin,” you smiled, letting go a sigh of relief.

“What?”

“I was so worried that you would change your mind, at least now I know my feelings aren’t one sided,” you grinned at him.

“So, does this mean we’re still going on a date?”

“I’m all yours, Black.”

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fic: drop dead twice

fandom: danganronpa characters/pairings: peko & fuyuhiko, with a handful of original characters (the POV character is original, for reference). kuzupeko. rating: m notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVE @thewildwilds (whose birthday was yesterday, but still)!! she is a wonderful friend and a gem of a human being, and this is based off of her 1950s AU which is rad as hell. If nothing else, I'd recommend reading her fic set in this universe before reading this one to get some context!

CONTENT WARNING: this story depicts an emotionally and sexually abusive relationship (not the kuzupeko relationship), as well as physical child abuse. I don't consider the scenes extended or graphic (though someone please let me know if you don't feel the same and I'll adjust this warning), but they are more than single-line references to off-screen happenings. please read with discretion!

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The Kuzuryuus don’t have any children. It doesn’t seem like it at first glance, at least; Sachiko ties back the curtain in the living room to peek out into the cul-de-sac when they start unloading the moving truck, and there’s not a crib or toy or playpen in sight.

There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. Everyone has their own struggles in life, and Sachiko would never pretend to know someone else’s. It’s interesting, that’s all. The lady of the house is still young, even if she looks quite a bit older than Suzume down the street, who’s already heavy with her first. There’s time.

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“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!

“Noooona.”

That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

“What?”

“Nothing.”  He said with a shrug and a cheeky grin, and you rolled your eyes as you looked away.

You regretted that your mutual friend and roommate had allowed him over. When you saw him while out socializing it was manageable, but having him in your space was proving to be a distraction, and not a good one.  You went into the kitchen for a drink.

“Working your nerves?” You friend asked with a laugh, and you grumbled under your breath as you opened up the fridge.

“You know,” your friend started, tilting her head to the side. “I’m thinking maybe the lady doth protest too much.”

“What?” You spat, appalled at what she insinuated. You set the jug of lemonade in your hand down on the counter with a thud.

“He doesn’t even really do much,” she explained “but every little thing seems to bother you. You ever think that maybe you like it and this is just your way of denying it?”

You made a spluttering noise with your mouth, turning away from her. “That’s stupid.”

“If you say so.” She laughed as she left the kitchen. After you poured yourself a drink you heard a knock at the door, and figured it was a few more friends. Instead, you were called into the living room.

“This came for you.” Your friend said handing you a box. Your eyes lit up at the label, but you concealed it with a nod and a smile, excusing yourself into the hall.

You slipped into the bathroom with the box and tore into it with excitement. You’d waited 2 weeks for this order, and it was finally here.

Inside the white tissues paper lay a new set of undergarments, a lilac lace bra, matching skimpy cut underwear and a pair of garters and sheer stockings.

It wasn’t like you had anyone in particular to wear it for, but you’d been feeling a little down living the single life, and when an ad for a sale on the site popped up, it piqued your interest. You decided to go for it, knowing wearing it under your clothing might put pep in your step.

You carefully removed the tags and proceeded to disrobe, just to make sure it fit right before you properly introduced it into your wardrobe. The panties and bra fit perfect, and you did a small twirl in the mirror, admiring the delicate fabric and colorful lace trimmings. Now you just had to try the garter.

You slid the lace piece up to the bottom of your stomach before taking out the incredibly soft stockings and putting them on one by one. You were perched in the bathroom, one leg up and sliding the stocking over your calf when the door handle jiggled. You barely had time to react before it swung open.

You shrieked and stumbled backward onto both feet, looking right at Yugyeom standing in the door way. It seemed to take a long second for him to realize what he’d walked in on, and even then, he lingered longer than he should have, eyes wide and swallowing hard.

“Close the door!” You yelled at him, trying your best to shield yourself with your arms. Yugyeom snapped out of his reverie and looked away.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, trying to reach the door handle without looking, finally grasping it and pulling it shut with a hard slam in his panic.

As soon as the door closed, heat rushed through your body and particularly through your face, and you buried your it in your hands, letting the mortifying feeling wash over you. After taking a moment, you removed the lingerie, and put it back in the box. You put it on your bed and came back out into the living room, ready to tear that kid a new one.

“Where did Yugyeom go?” You demanded, and your friend gave a vague shrug.

“Home, I guess. He left pretty fast after you made all that noise. What was that all about, anyway?”

“He walked in on me in the bathroom.” You explained, still seething, but your friend only burst out laughing.

“I’m sure it was an accident.” She tried to defend him, though still giggling.

“Yeah, right. He’s never heard of knocking before?” You countered, and your friend brushed it off.

You spent the rest of the night re-living the moment, but the more you thought about it, the less angry you felt. Instead, it was replaced with what you thought was embarrassment, but it wasn’t quite that, either.

It was that look on his face, how he didn’t just immediately excuse himself, but instead let his eyes rake hungrily over your body, like he couldn’t help himself. It made you feel exposed and humiliated but also….

No, you weren’t going to go there. There was no way you were turned on by that dumb kid checking you out.

You didn’t see Yugyeom for a few days, even when the other guys came around. Yet, they all had this little smile on their face when they talked to you, and you wanted to die thinking he might have told them what happened.

You tried to push it aside, especially the burgeoning feeling of enjoyment you got out of it. Tonight you were meeting up with the guys and some others to hang out and play pool, and you wondered if he would be there, not even sure if you wanted him to be or not.

Whilst in your bedroom getting ready, your phone buzzed and you picked it up, thinking it was your roommate asking if you were almost ready. Instead, it was from Yugyeom.

“I really am sorry about last week.” It said, and you rolled your eyes, typing out your reply quickly.

“It’s no big deal.”

You thought that might be the end of the conversation when he didn’t reply for awhile, but suddenly another came in.

“I’m sorry about something else, too.”

You raised an eyebrow at your screen, staring at the letters trying to decipher the meaning, until the next one came in.

“Noona, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Your stomach did a somersault at the words that appeared there in the message, and you looked around your own bedroom as if you somehow weren’t alone.

“Would you be mad if I told you how sexy you looked?”

You put the phone down and took a deep breath, that same feeling of excitement you got thinking about that day bubbling up inside you now that you read his texts. For all the teasing Yugyeom did, he’d never taken it this far before.

Your phone vibrated against the wood surface it lay on and you picked it back up.

“Are you coming tonight?”

You tried hard not to notice the double meaning those words could have as you swiped out a reply.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Good.” Was all he replied, with a simple smiley face, and you wanted to be angry again.

Instead, you had a better idea. You pulled the lingerie set out of your top drawer and changed into it, stockings with garter and all, and proceeded to get dressed. Instead of the pants you were originally going to wear, you picked a almost knee-length skirt that displayed the stockings and, when you moved or twirled a certain way, provided a peak of the garter. Yugyeom wasn’t the only one who could tease, and tonight it was his turn to feel uncomfortable.

You finished getting ready and met your roommate in the living room to head out together. The guys had found a local divey place with pool tables that wasn’t ever very crowded, a good place to keep lowkey.

They were already there when you showed up, and you hugged and greeted them all, except Yugyeom, who was apparently coming soon; when drinks were being bought you requested something virgin to keep your wits about you.

When Yugyeom finally showed up, you tossed him a flirty smile and a wave, to his utter surprise. He took a seat next to you and gave you an awkward half-grin and a nod. You’d already thrown him off guard with your behavior; it was hard for him to tease when you were being so receptive.

“You’re late.” You said, making sure he was looking at you as you spoke above the music. The guys were distracted with the game of pool they’d already started, and Yugyeom’s gaze drifted toward you.

“I had some things to…” His voice faded out when you uncrossed your legs and brought the opposite one over the other, which caused your skirt to slide back on your thighs and show part of the lace garter going up your leg.

“To do. Things to do.” He spluttered, his eyes darting around the room suddenly.

“Like what?”  You asked, staring right at him as you brought your drink up to your mouth, using your tongue to draw the red straw between your lips. He watched the action; fixated on your mouth before casting his eyes downward to avoid your face, but found himself looking at your legs again and quickly changed direction to the pool table instead. You swore you saw a ghost of a flush burning on his cheeks. 

“Nothing in particular” He rushed out in reply.

He was quiet for a long moment, staring at his members, like he was making sure they were distracted. He then scoot his chair closer to yours and leaned in to speak quietly.

“Are you wearing it right now?” He asked, sounding the slightest bit eager for the answer.  

You gave him a pert smile and tilted your head to one side, feigning innocence. “Wearing what?”

“You know…” His eyes shifted.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, playing dumb, but just to press it further; you adjusted the collar on your top and purposely exposed part of your bra for the briefest of seconds, making the motion look innocuous to anyone else. Yugyeom saw it for what it was, and his jaw tightened.

You excused yourself, giving him a moment to let it all simmer, smiling to yourself as you sashayed to the bathroom. You checked yourself over in the mirror, fluffing you hair and re-adjusting before going back out. The restrooms were tucked away in a dim, narrow hall, and you almost didn’t see Yugyeom loitering there until you were right by him. He shifted off the wall that he relaxed against and blocked your way out.

“Can I help you?” You asked with a nonchalant grin, but Yugyeom only moved closer, until you backed up into the opposite wall.

“Noona.” He breathed the word close to your face, hovering over you, and you forgot how tall he was.

“Why are you teasing me like this?” He asked. You felt yourself shiver under his gaze, but you tried to remain strong. It started as a game, a little bit of revenge on a hormonal Yugyeom, but you had to admit, you were feeling a little taken under by it yourself.

“I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” You explained, tilting your chin up, almost as a challenge.

“So, you are doing it on purpose,” He said, eyes narrowing.

“Does that bother you?” You asked, leaning back on the wall casually, letting your hands fall behind your back and one knee pop out. Your body language was relaxed, open, inviting.

He let out a chuckle, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a moment and you found yourself wishing it was between yours instead.

“The only thing that bothers me,” He began, pointing one finger at you, letting it trail the length of your body and only brushing the fabric of your clothing now and then, “is not being able to do anything about it.”

The finger stopped at the top of your thigh, the one pushed out toward him, and he brushed away the edge of your skirt, finding the garter and hooking his finger under it, which made your breath catch up in your chest.

You responded by taking it a step further, pressing your knee upward until it slid between his legs and brushed over the front of his pants.

“Says who?”

He let out a quiet groan, staring down between the two of you, so close but not close enough, the others mere feet away.  This night definitely wasn’t going where you thought it would have, but you didn’t mind anymore. All the blood was rushing to your head and you didn’t care about anything else but finding a way to feel him closer.

Yugyeom stared, eyes boring into you for what felt like an eternity. There was a moment where he seemed to throw all caution aside and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, soft and moist as they melded together, body  pressing yours back into the wall.  Your eyes drifted closed and you lost yourself in it, feeling his tongue snake between your parted lips and clash against yours.

When he pulled back, you both breathed hard, chests rising and falling against one another.

“Take me home.” Were the only words you mustered before Yugyeom was pulling you out of the hall.

You made up an excuse about not feeling well and that Yugyeom was going to see you home to make sure you made it there alright. The guys and your roommate seemed to buy it, telling you to feel better and waving as the two of you headed out the door, keeping a safe distance from one another until you were out of eyesight.

Yugyeom had a hard time keeping his hands off you after that, even in the presence of pedestrians and all the way to your place.  When you got inside your apartment, he pushed you up against the front door and ravished your neck in kisses, his hands sliding up the side of your thighs under your skirt.

“All week.” He mumbled into your skin, nipping and kissing up to your ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all damn week.”

“Oh?” You piped with a smile “What exactly did that entail?”

Yugyeom pulled back and made a show of running his hands up the front of your thighs, pulling your skirt up and exposing your garter belt and underwear. The cool air hit your skin and made you shudder.

“This.” He said, staring hungrily down at your exposed lower half. “All of this and so much more.”

You pushed off the door and guided him to the bedroom, feeling drunk off adrenaline and arousal. This wasn’t really like you, especially not with someone who found annoying just a few days ago, but if you were being honest with yourself, you’d been attracted to Yugyeom for awhile. Really, it was hard not to be.

He sat down on your bed, watching with bated breath as you pulled your blouse over your head and dropped your skirt. Yugyeom finally got a full eyeful of the lingerie set, and was able to take his time admiring every  curve and contour of your body and how the frilly material hugged it.  

You came to stand in front of him, and he didn’t waste any time using his hands to feel every part of you presented before him, hands running along your legs, grabbing and squeezing handfuls of your ass, ghosting over your stomach and working their way up.

You grabbed onto his hands before they could reach your chest and shook your head, pushing them back down.  You gestured to his shirt.

“Your turn.”

Yugyeom didn’t need to be told twice, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. His body was as you’d imagined, lithe yet strong, and glowing in the subtle light of the bedroom.

You made a gesture with your hand. “And the rest” You grinned, and he smirked as his hands fell to his pants, looking right at you the entire time he undid them and pushed them off his legs.

You pushed him back onto the bed, and as his lean body spread out over the blankets you saw how his hardness strained inside his boxers.  You crawled over him, straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him, slow and sensual. His hands ran along your calves, feeling the sheer material of your stockings against your skin and sighing against your mouth.

“You really like this ensemble, don’t you?” You mused when you pulled away, pushing your hair back so it wouldn’t tickle him. He was so hard between your legs, and you found yourself slowly grinding against him.

He let out a groan, twitching under the motion of your hips.

“I’ve only ever dreamed about seeing you like this, much less feeling it.”  He explained, bringing one hand to the front to cup over your breast, his thumb grazing the lace that covered your nipple.

His confession piqued your interest. You’d only ever taken his behavior around you as playful fun, never considering he might actually want your attention.

“You’ve thought about it before?” You asked, your voice lowering into a near whisper, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

He moved then, flipping you over so you were under him. He let out a mischievous growl, burying his face into your neck and pressing his cock into you hard.

“Many, many times.”

You giggled as he kissed over the crook of your shoulder, over your upper chest.

“And I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

You let your laughter fade, your eyes falling into a heavy stare as you peered up at him, drawing your arms around his neck. You used one leg to pull him into you, forcing him to grind against you harder and you mewled. You were aching by that point, needing it as much as he did.

“Well, the wait is over.” You taunted, nuzzling his face before kissing him again. The force with which he returned it caused you to press back into the bed, almost unable to catch your breath with every motion of his mouth against yours. Yugyeom’s hands slid down your body, hooking into your panties and ripping them down your legs. You were still wearing the bra, garter and stockings, and something told you he wanted it that way.

His tongue rolled across yours, even when he pushed his own underwear off and you felt him pressing heavy and hot against your entrance. It was you who had to pull back, reclaim your bearings and let out a tiny sound of pleasure knowing what came next.

“Are you ready?” He rasped against your mouth, taking himself into one of his hands and wetting the head of his cock against your entrance. This was the first time in all your life you didn’t need even a second of foreplay; you needed all of it now.

You nodded, leaning up to take his bottom lip between yours, nibbling on it before you let him go. His gaze darkened, and he moved forward over you, sinking inside you as he did so. You gasped out at the feeling, sudden yet blissful.

Yugyeom let out a puff of air he’d been holding in his lungs,  his forehead laying on yours as his eyes flittered closed, feeling himself totally encased inside you. He sat for a second, body still but chest rising and falling, almost  like he was waiting for something.

You stroked your hand through his hair and wiggled a little, letting him know you were ready for more. His eyes opened, and he caught your vision just as he pulled back and slammed himself inside you.

You let out a yelp at the sensation, brow creasing and the hand in his hair tightening at the back of his scalp on instinct.

“Oh!” the sound left you on the second hard plunge inside you, and you shouldn’t have been surprised he was able to work his hips like that. Still, you found yourself clutching him for dear life as his pace quickened into a steady succession of thrusts. Back and forth, skin audible against skin, your silken covered lower legs stroking up and down his.

There was something about the way his eyelids flickered, hair falling into his face as his mouth hung open and he watched, panting as he scanned your face, your chest, any part of you he could see, and how much you knew he wanted you just like this. Pleasure pooled in your lower abdomen and you moaned at the heightened sensations sweeping through you.

He reached up one hand to slip under your bra strap, pulling it down your arm so one of your breasts was exposed. You expected him to cup it in his hand like he did before, but let out a pitched whine when his head swooped in so he could take the hardening bud into his mouth. His hips were incessant, even as he lost himself in tasting your skin, suckling hard against the sensitive flesh. Your nipple, now being grazed between his teeth, had a direct link between your legs, and you squirmed against him as the added ministration brought you closer to release.

When he pulled back, his hand dragged down your body, making sure to caress your skin and feel the lace under his hand along the way. He trailed it over your pubic bone until finally his fingertips rested over your clit and began to rub you rhythmically in tune to his thrusting, and you arched toward him, your head falling back as the gratification shot through you.

“I want to watch you.” He gulped out with his eyes intent on your face as he worked your lower half with both his hips and his hand. “I wanna see you come.”

You knew if he kept up those motions, you were going to do just that, and could only moan wantonly in response to his words.

Your hands moved to your own chest, cupping up under your bouncing breasts, body wriggling underneath him, totally surrendering to the unrelenting fucking. You wanted him to see it as much as you needed to feel it, and you knew you were teetering on that edge when you caught his eyes. 

“Yugyeom, I’m so close.” You managed to warn him, and he shuddered hearing your voice.

“Oh god, yes.” He breathed, speeding up his hips and unflinching in his stare, not wanting to miss a single moment. You saw the way he clenched his jaw and occasionally bit his lips, like he was using all his willpower to fuck you to orgasm and not finish a moment before you.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, and washed over your limbs as your body bowed under his. Yugyeom watched, mouth falling open further and letting you ride it out against him. Not long after you finished, he pulled his hand away to help brace himself against the bed, pressing inside you and moaning with every pulse of his orgasm.

Yugyeom pulled out and fell on his back next to you. You both lay there, recovering in silence except for your labored breathing. The lustful fog cleared from your mind, and suddenly you felt exposed, tugging your bra up your shoulders once more and crossing your arms over yourself. You couldn’t believe what you’d just done.

Yugyeom rolled toward you, touching one of your arms gently. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “I feel kind of ridiculous, that’s all.” You said, not meeting his eyes and curling your legs up. “I mean, what was I thinking tonight?” You laughed at yourself, thinking back to how bold you’d been to dress up and seduce someone you couldn’t stand a day ago.

He pulled you into him, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck, which drew a shiver from you on contact.

“Whatever it was, I hope you think it again. And again….and again….and-“

You laughed, placing your fingers over his mouth to shut him up.

“There’s better ways to silence me, you know.” He said, making sure you were looking at him when he kissed your fingers tenderly.

You grinned, leaning down to connect your lips. Maybe the lingerie wasn’t such a bad idea.