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oh i NEED pt 2 of Serendipitous Beginnings🙏

Serendipitous Beginnings Pt. 2 | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Y/N and Arthur finally spend some much time together and go on their first date. Between movie nights and cute museum dates, it's clear they've fallen hard for each other. Pairings: ArthurTV x afab!Reader Warnings: Mature content, Smut, Fluff Word Count: 6k

A/N: Thanks to everyone who showed love on my first post! I wanted to write a part 2 for this with all the cute little ideas in my head. This fic is basically a little collection of events and just a little sprinkle of smut right at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist ⟡ Part 1

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You awaken on Saturday, later than your usual wake-up time, feeling a faint headache throbbing behind your temples. Despite the headache, your mind is abuzz with the memories of last night's conversations with Arthur. The lingering memories of the night's events are still fresh in your mind.

As you reach for your phone, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, eager to see if Arthur had messaged you. Sure enough, his name lights up your screen, and you can't help but feel a rush of happiness as you read his message. The two of you had stayed up pretty much all night texting, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you.

Eventually, it was mutually decided to stop texting and finally catch some sleep, but now, even with maybe only two hours of sleep, you're still buzzing with excitement to keep the conversation going. You couldn't help but grin at your phone, fingers tapping out quick replies

Arthur: Hey! Morning! 😊 Arthur: Did you manage to get any sleep in? Y/N: Hey! Good Morning 😊 Y/N: Yeah, I did. Just barely. Did you sleep well? Arthur: Yeah, I managed to get a few hours in too. Couldn't stop thinking about our conversation though. Y/N: Haha, same here! I guess we'll just have to continue it in person, huh? 😉 Arthur: Did you wanna maybe grab some lunch today? Y/N: That sounds great! I'd love to. Where were you thinking? Arthur: How about that place we talked about yesterday? Y/N: Perfect! Can't wait 😊

Eagerly agreeing to meet Arthur for lunch, excitement courses through you at the thought of spending more time with him. However, as you're about to set your phone down, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You had completely forgotten about your plans with Sienna to meet up with a mutual friend who was in town for the weekend.

Y/N: Hey, Arthur! I'm so sorry, but something's come up for today. Can we reschedule for tomorrow? Arthur: Oh, no worries! Tomorrow won't work for me, I've got a shoot scheduled. Y/N: Ah, got it. No problem. Maybe another time then? Arthur: Definitely! Let's figure something out soon. 😊

After a bit more back-and-forth, the conversation trails off, leaving you feeling disappointed that your plans with Arthur didn't pan out. With a sigh, you set your phone aside and get out of bed, heading towards Sienna's bedroom to check in on her.

Entering her room, you find her sprawled out on the bed, half of her body hanging off the edge, her hair messy and makeup smeared. You try to wake her up gently, but she protests, murmuring, "No, not yet, five more minutes."

"Siii," you say, nudging her shoulder, "you know I turned down a date for this lunch today, so you better get up, or I'm gonna have to use violence." Sienna groans in response, still half-asleep, but your mention of a date piques her interest. "A date? What do you mean, a date?" she asks, her eyes fluttering open as she tries to grasp the situation.

You chuckle at her confusion. "I was just kidding, but we better make it to that café on time. You're the one who insisted we go there, even if it's a 50-minute drive from here. Now, get up." Sienna, still groggy, fixates on the idea of a date. "Okay, but what date?" she mumbles, her words slurred with sleep.

With a laugh, you shake your head and say, "Nothing, just get ready," before leaving her room to get ready yourself.

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Over the next few days, despite the promise to meet up, neither you nor Arthur seemed to find the time. It had been over a week since the initial plan was made, and your schedules were keeping you both occupied. Arthur had spent a few days away from London for a shoot, while your own commitments to classes, coursework, and your TA job filled your days from dawn till dusk.

The conversation between you over text seemed to flow effortlessly though. Whether it was during breaks between classes or late at night after a long day of work, hours slipped by unnoticed as you traded stories, shared interests, and laughed at each other's jokes. Even through the screen, you felt like there was undeniable chemistry.

In person, however, it was a different story. Whenever you crossed paths with Arthur in person, whether for the few minutes you had while entering or leaving your apartment, the atmosphere became charged with a hint of awkwardness. Your face-to-face interactions were tinged with an unspoken tension. Probably owing to the fact that neither of you had addressed the hot and steamy kiss shared the other night, leaving many unanswered questions. And neither of you knew how to broach the subject, leaving the issue lingering between you like an elephant in the room.

Today, you're rushing out of your apartment, a whirlwind of activity as you stuff papers into your backpack, your mind preoccupied with the evening class you volunteered to handle for a professor.

You stand outside the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. As they slide open, you're about to step in when you're met with Arthur's smiling face.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes brightening at the sight of you.

"Hey," you reply, mustering a smile as you step into the elevator beside him.

"How're things going?" Arthur asks, his voice laced with genuine interest.

"All good," you respond, offering a brief nod. "Just heading to TA for an evening class."

Arthur nods in understanding. "You've been pretty occupied lately, huh?"

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, well you know… Where are you off to?"

"I'm meeting some friends for a drink.", Arthur responds.

"That sounds fun," you say, though inwardly you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that your paths are diverging once again.

The elevator ride continues in silence, the awkward tension lingering between you like a thick fog. You bite your tongue, racking your brain for something to say to break the uneasy atmosphere. Finally, just as the elevator doors slide open, you blurt out, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

Arthur's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Um, I think so," he replies, sounding intrigued.

"I was thinking of having a movie marathon," you explain, feeling a surge of nervous energy. "And I was hoping to have someone along for it."

A hint of a smile plays at the corners of Arthur's lips. "That sounds like a plan," he says, his eyes brightening with interest. "What were you thinking of watching?"

You grin, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "How about 'The Lord of the Rings'?" you suggest eagerly.

Arthur's eyes light up at the suggestion. "Yes! I love Lord of the Rings. Have you watched the extended versions? If not, we could watch those," he says, genuine excitement in his voice.

Just as excited, you reply, "Yeah! I’d love that."

"Great, sounds like a plan," Arthur confirms with enthusiasm.

Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, you say, "My place tomorrow? I’ll text you the time."

"Definitely. I'll see you then," Arthur replies.

With that, you bid Arthur goodbye as you step out of the elevator, feeling a sense of excitement building in your chest. Maybe this movie marathon would finally give you the chance to address the elephant in the room and see where things could go with Arthur. But your thoughts are interrupted by the fact that you didn't want to be late to set up for class. You wave him goodbye and head out.

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Before you know it, the day of your movie night arrives. You make sure to stock up on snacks and drinks, preparing for a cozy evening. With Sienna out of the city for work till next week, you have the place all to yourself. You take the time to set up the couch with extra pillows and grab an additional blanket from Sienna's room, ensuring everything is just right for your evening with Arthur.

However, for a fleeting moment, you can't help but overthink why you're going to such lengths. It's not like this was a date, just two friends hanging out. But you quickly brush off the thought when you hear a knock on your door. Taking a deep breath to shake off the nerves, you stride over to the door and swing it open, revealing Arthur standing on the other side.

"Hey!" he greets you with a warm smile, holding up a bag of snacks. "I brought some snacks for movie night. Hope you like popcorn and chocolate!"

You return his smile, feeling relieved at the sight of him. "That's perfect! Come on in," you say, stepping aside to let him enter. "I've set up the living room for our movie marathon. Make yourself at home."

As Arthur steps in, you close the door behind him, trying your best to calm your nerves. Tonight was supposed to be fun, you remind yourself, a simple movie watching experience between friends. Definitely not a date, just two friends hanging out.

You settle onto the couch, gesturing for Arthur to join you. He takes off his jacket and joins you. There's a brief moment of silence as you both get comfortable, but you're determined to keep the atmosphere light.

"So, how's your week been?" you asked, turning to Arthur in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

Arthur leaned back against the cushions, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Kind of busy," he replied with a chuckle. "Filming schedules have been hectic lately, but it's been pretty fun filming with my mates. How about you?"

You shrugged, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Same old, same old. Classes, TA gig, grading papers, dealing with undergrads….," You trail off, not wanting to bore him with the details of your day-to-day responsibilities.

But Arthur seems genuinely interested. "I bet you're great at it though," he says, leaning closer, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

You feel a warmth spread through you at his words, grateful for his encouragement. "Haha, thanks, Arthur," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, your eyes locked with his.

As the movie progressed, you found yourselves immersed in discussing your favorite scenes and characters. The initial awkwardness began to dissipate, replaced by an easy flow of conversation and laughter, and soon the movie became nothing more than background noise.

Before long, you realized that as the conversation flowed, you were sitting much closer to Arthur. Your knees brushed against each other as you faced one another on the couch. His arm draped over the back, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

Lost in the moment, you couldn't help but wonder why you had ever felt awkward around him in the first place. It felt as though the universe had conspired to bring you together. The desire to kiss him again bubbled up inside you, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire being.

With each passing second, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the palpable tension between you, leaving you hopeful that perhaps Arthur felt the same way.

In the silence that followed, the air between you seemed charged with anticipation. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the two of you leaned in towards each other, the space between you narrowing with each heartbeat.

His gaze met yours, "This feels familiar," Arthur murmured, breaking the silence. You couldn't help but laugh, relieved that at least one of you had acknowledged it.

"Does it now?" you replied, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "So, you do remember."

"How could I forget?" Arthur's voice was barely above a whisper, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "It's been on my mind ever since."

As he leaned in closer, a surge of excitement coursed through you. "Well, good then," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest. Without hesitation, his lips meet yours.

You shifted closer, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. With a gentle but firm grip, he pulled you onto his lap, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were meant to be intertwined. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

You melt into each other in a passionate kiss, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private universe. His lips were soft, moving with a rhythm that matched yours. With each brush of his lips, it sends the blood rushing down to your core.

Lost in the heat of the kiss, you pressed yourself closer to him. Tangling your hands in his soft hair, savoring the feeling of his arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you found yourself lost in his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away from his. And you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you with such intensity.

As you both caught your breath, a wave of relief washed over you, the tension that had been building between you finally dissipating. With a gentle smile, he breaks the silence, his voice soft but determined. "Let me take you on a proper date," he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Okay," you chuckle softly, feeling excited at his words, a fluttering in your stomach as you look back at him. "I’m free this Friday," you reply, your voice filled with warmth. With a playful smile, you lean in and give him a little peck on the lips.

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You were thrilled when Arthur suggested meeting at the history museum after class, eagerly looking forward to spending time together. You even took the extra effort to dress up a bit for the occasion. However, as you hurriedly made your way there, excitement turned to frustration as you realized you were running late. The class you were assisting in had unexpectedly extended, leaving you racing against time as the museum's closing hour approached. You quickly texted Arthur, apologizing for the delay and assured him that you were on your way, determined to make it there as soon as possible.

Y/N: Hey, sorry I'm running a bit late 😅 Y/N: Class ran over, but I'll be there soon! Arthur: No worries at all. I'm just glad you can make it Arthur: Take your time 😊

With determination, you quicken your pace, determined not to let the opportunity slip away. As you finally arrive at the museum, you spot Arthur waiting patiently outside the entrance. He looks great, dressed in a nice crewneck sweatshirt and black cargos, it makes your heart skip a beat at just how good he looked.

You hurry over to him, eager to make up for lost time. "Hey!" you exclaim, a wide smile spreading across your face as you reach him.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes lighting up with genuine delight at the sight of you. He opens his arms, inviting you into a warm embrace.

You gladly accept the hug, reveling in his warmth and the comforting scent of his cologne. "Sorry I'm late," you say softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze.

Arthur shakes his head, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "No need to apologize. I'm just happy you're here now," he assures you, his voice filled with warmth.

You feel a surge of relief at his response. "Thanks for waiting," you say gratefully, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Arthur squeezes your hand back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Of course, it's no problem. We can always do something else if the museum's closed," he suggests, ever the considerate gentleman, despite the museum being almost 15 mins past closing.

But you shake your head, determined not to let the evening go to waste. "No, no, just trust me on this," you insist.

Arthur raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your enthusiasm. "Alright… I trust you," he says with a smile, willing to go along with your plan.

With a grin, you take Arthur's hand and lead him towards the side entrance of the museum. As you walk, you quickly glance at your phone to confirm the last-minute plans one final time, the ones you made on the subway over, sending a quick text message. Then, slipping your phone back into your pocket, you look up to flash Arthur a smile, and he returns it with warmth in his eyes.

You head to the side entrance and spot your friend. Waving enthusiastically, you exchange greetings and shake hands, expressing your gratitude once again. "Thank you again, I owe you big time," you say appreciatively.

"Not a problem at all," your friend responds warmly as he lets the two of you in "Anything for a friend. Just make sure to leave before 8 p.m."

You nod in agreement and turn to Arthur, excitement bubbling within you as you lead him inside. His curious gaze prompts you to explain the situation. "That guy was an old graduate advisor of mine," you begin, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "He's works here as a curator now."

Arthur's eyes widen with interest as he looks around, taking in the museum's atmosphere. "I have to say… that’s quite impressive," he remarks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, his job's pretty cool," you reply, nodding in agreement.

But Arthur interrupts you before you can say anything further. "No, not that… you. You are quite surprising… in a good way," he adds with a playful smirk, his hand still holding yours. You feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks at his compliment.

You chuckle softly, feeling shy at his words, "Just give me more time to impress you further with my wildly interesting mind," you playfully quip, unable to contain the grin that spreads across your face.

Arthur's smile widens in response, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he admires your playful banter.

Turning away to hide your embarrassment, you reply, "Anyways, we have two hours now… best not waste any time," as you pull him towards the main hall.

The museum is bathed in the soft glow of a few lights, casting a gentle ambiance over the now empty hall. Excitement courses through you as you eagerly lead Arthur around, pointing out each exhibit with enthusiasm. Arthur listens intently, his eyes filled with genuine interest as he witnesses how passionate you sound.

With each second passing, he finds himself increasingly impressed by just how intelligent you are, finding himself melting at each of your words.

He often found himself just looking at you, mesmerized by your beauty, and sometimes forgetting to even glance at the displays. It still felt surreal to him that you were here with him right now.

"You know," you share, a hint of nostalgia coloring your voice, "when I was a kid, my dad used to bring me here whenever he had work in the city. He’d always bring me along with him."

"It's always been one of my favorite places in London," you conclude with a smile.

Arthur smiles warmly, his admiration evident as he responds, "I can see why."

As the two of you continue to explore the halls, the world outside the museum fades away, leaving you in your own private sanctuary. Stolen glances, brushes of hands, and a shared electricity fill the air, making this the most enjoyable date you've ever had.

As the evening progresses, you find yourselves completely immersed in each other's company, sharing stories and laughing without a care in the world. Arthur's admiration for you grows with each passing moment, his heart feeling lighter in your presence. Lost in the magic of the moment, you both find yourselves laughing and running around the museum halls, creating memories that will last a lifetime. Arthur captures candid photos of you, the echoes of your laughter filling the empty corridors.

Caught up in the magic of the moment, Arthur can't help but stare at you with admiration, his eyes drinking in your beauty. You stand before a display of jade artifacts, leaning closer to examine the intricate details, while sharing a story about a similar find or an excavation you volunteered on last year. "This is fascinating, isn’t it?" you remark, turning to Arthur with a sparkle in your eyes.

As you await his response, you're met with a lingering gaze, his eyes intense and unwavering. Feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks, you can't help but inquire with a small chuckle, "What?"

"You know," he begins, his voice soft with sincerity, "you're absolutely stunning."

You chuckle at his compliment, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "Oh, stop it," you tease, playfully nudging him. "You're not so bad yourself."

His gaze remains fixed on you, his expression filled with genuine affection. "I mean it," he insists, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're truly amazing."

You meet his gaze, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that," you joke, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "But I must say, you're not so bad at dishing out compliments either." You pause, your tone softening. "Thanks, Arthur."

Arthur smiles warmly, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words. "Anytime," he replies, his hand squeezing yours gently. "I just call it like I see it."

With a contented sigh, you fully face him now, reveling in the comfortable silence that envelops you both. The quiet of the museum amplifies the intimacy of the moment, and you find yourself drawn to Arthur, his presence filling you with warmth and affection.

Arthur leans in closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. As he pulls away slightly, his breath tickling your skin.

You smile back at him, your cheeks flushed as your hand finds the back of his head, gently pulling him closer. As your lips meet his, you eagerly return the kiss, losing yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours. In that moment, nothing else matters, not caring about the passing time or potential interruptions.

As you reluctantly pull away, a soft smile plays on your lips. "It's getting late," you murmur, glancing at your watch. "A lot later than we were supposed to stay."

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, smiling down at you. "Okay, let's head back," he suggests, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"But hey, how about we grab dinner on the way back?" you suggest, a playful glint lighting up Arthur's eyes as he nods eagerly.

With a smile, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers as you make your way out of the museum. As you walk, you take a moment to text your friend, expressing your gratitude for letting the two of you sneak in and apologizing for overstaying your welcome.

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After leaving the museum, the two of you walked a few blocks to a cozy restaurant nearby, to grab some food before you sadly had to end your date. The warm glow of the restaurant's interior welcomed you as you stepped inside, finding a quiet corner to enjoy your meal together.

As you savored each bite and shared lighthearted conversation, it became evident that neither of you were quite ready to end the evening just yet. With a reluctant sigh, you eventually found yourselves back in the lobby of your apartment building, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as you stood side by side, nerves buzzing beneath the surface. Unable to resist the urge any longer, you finally turned to Arthur, your voice tinged with nervousness. "Do you want to come back to mine?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

Arthur's gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he nodded his head, his own nerves evident.

He had been to your place before, but tonight felt different, the stakes somehow higher, or perhaps that was just the horny part of his brain taking over. He wanted nothing more than to be glued by your side, yet he also wanted to be respectful of your boundaries, especially after the wonderful time you had today.

A nervous chuckle escaped him as he tried to ease the tension. "I'd love to," he replied with a slight voice crack. You couldn't help but laugh, your laughter bubbling up uncontrollably, joined by his as you both shared in the moment, breaking the tension that had settled between you.

As soon as you and Arthur step into your apartment, the door closes behind you with a soft click, enveloping you both in the intimate glow of the dimly lit space. The air feels somewhat thicker, and though you had spent quite a cute and romantic evening, all you could think about was just how much you wanted him right now.

As if on autopilot, your body moves on its own accord. You close the distance between you in an instant, pressing your lips against his. Your hands instinctively find their way to his firm chest, while his slowly rise to grasp your waist, pulling you closer as you usher him further into the apartment. The kiss is hungry and urgent, reflecting the desire between you two.

You continue to kiss each other, your lips locked in a fervent kiss. Occasionally, you break apart just long enough to catch your breath. As the heat between you grows, your hands roam eagerly.

In the midst of your passionate exchange, you manage to breathe out a whispered "Bedroom," your warm breath grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Without hesitation, you both stumble together towards the bedroom, both of you equally as eager.

Once you're in your bedroom, you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, your movements fluid and confident. You position yourself between his legs, feeling the heat radiating from his body as his hands find their place on your hips, pulling you closer.

You lean in, capturing his lips again, igniting a fiery passion between you. His hands trail up the back of your shirt, leaving tingles in their wake as you deepen the kiss, your fingers tangling in his soft, fluffy hair.

With newfound boldness, his hands move down to your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that sends a jolt of electricity through you, before he trails his hands down to the back of your thighs.

Arthur pulls you onto his lap, a low hum escaping his lips as you shuffle over his growing arousal. You bite down on his bottom lip, a gasp escaping you as you feel the hardness beneath his clothes. "God, Arthur," you breathe out, your voice heavy with desire as his hands continue to knead the soft flesh of your thighs.

As your shirts come off in the heat of the moment, your hands eagerly explore his body, tracing every contour and eliciting soft groans from him. His mouth and tongue muffle your shuddering gasp as you grind yourself against his clothed crotch, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Your kisses grow more passionate, tongues intertwining, exploring each other's mouths desperately.

You pant out his name, your body overtaken by the intense sensation, but Arthur suddenly pulls away from the kiss and grips your hips firmly, halting your movements. Confusion clouds your expression, wondering if this wasn't what he wanted after all.

He notices the flicker of self-doubt in your eyes, his hand instinctively reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his smile as reassuring as ever. "Don't worry, darling," he begins, his voice gentle yet earnest. "I love what we're doing, don’t get me wrong…big fan of sex, and you are incredibly sexy. But I just want to make sure you know that I like you very much, Y/n. I mean, really like you. This is more than just something physical for me. I love spending time with you, and I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the opportunity to lay my eyes on."

You melt at his heartfelt words, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at his sincerity. Arthur's genuine expression reassures you, his intent clear as day. It's endearing how he takes the time to ensure there's no doubt in your mind about his feelings.

You reach for his face, holding it gently between your hands as you stare deeply into his captivating eyes. "I really like you too, you know," you admit, sincerity echoing in your voice. "I don't just jump into bed with any odd guy." A smile dances on your lips as you share a brief moment of understanding, sealing it with a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

As you pull back, his fingers linger on your waist for a few seconds, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin in a sweet, tingling sensation.

As you resume kissing, your hands begin to trail down to the button of his trousers, starting to undo them. But once again, Arthur stops you, gently pulling away from your embrace. "Wait," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "Lay down on your back for me."

You comply, as Arthur gently moves you off of him, the anticipation building as you settle onto the bed, watching intently as Arthur moves closer. With ease, he helps you slide off your jeans and panties, his touch sending tingles down your spine, each moment feeling more intimate than the last.

Once you're fully exposed before him, Arthur takes a moment to admire the sight before him, his gaze filled with desire and admiration. He begins to remove his own clothes, his movements deliberate yet filled with an undeniable hunger.

The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of urgency and desperation to something lighter and sweeter. He leaned over you, his touch gentle and reassuring as he positioned himself between your legs. With one hand resting softly on your hip and the other providing support beside you, he lowered his head to spread kisses along your body. Each touch of his lips spreads a heat throughout your body, making you even wetter than you already were.

As his lips found their way to your breast, a soft sigh escaped your lips. Arthur's mouth moved with a practiced rhythm, his movements calculated to elicit the sweetest of moans from you. With each kiss and gentle suckle, he drew out your pleasure, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

His lips trailed from your breast to your neck, peppering delicate kisses along the sensitive skin. Finding a spot that made you gasp and arch your back, he lingered there, his ministrations drawing out a deep, primal moan from deep within you. He had surely left a mark, something that you would have to worry about covering up tomorrow.

Arthur shifts slightly, supporting himself as he rises, granting you an enticing view of his hard cock. With a few quick pumps of his hand, he looks at you, both your eyes glazed with undeniable lust. Without a word, he poses the question, "Condom?"

Your body slightly moves to the side and your hand reaches instinctively to the nightstand drawer, quickly retrieving a foil packet. You tear it open, pulling out the condom. As you carefully slide it down his throbbing length, a soft groan escapes him, his body responding eagerly to your gentle touch.

The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as the two of you lock eyes, dark with desire. You search his eyes for any hint of hesitation or doubt, but all you find is pure admiration reflected back at you. And in that moment, there was no need for words, you knew how much you craved each other.

He gently rubs the tip of his cock against you. Your eyes shut tight, a soft moan escaping your lips as you feel the sensation of his cock exploring your wet folds.

Arthur's voice breaks through the haze of desire as he asks, "Ready?" You nod eagerly in response, your body craving the intimate connection that only he can provide. With a gentle thrust, he enters you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. Your hands instinctively grip his shoulders for support, while his hands firmly grasp your hips, guiding each rhythmic movement with care.

You pant out his name between breathy moans, the sound reverberating in the air as he continues to thrust into you. "Arthur," you gasp.

He pauses, his movements slowing, and he looks down at you with genuine concern. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort. In that moment, the connection between you felt deeper than mere physicality and it all started to feel more intimate and meaningful.

He waits for your response, his breath mingling with yours as he gazes into your eyes. When you nod in affirmation, a wave of relief washes over his face. With a tender smile, he resumes his movements, each stroke of his cock against you more passionate and deliberate than the last.

Arthur murmurs, "Y/N, you feel absolutely amazing, darling," as he grunts with each slow thrust, a subtle force behind each movement now, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

You grip his shoulders tighter, your voice a low moan. "Fuck, Arthur."

Your moans and grunts intertwine, echoing throughout the empty apartment as the two of you become lost in each other.

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, his movements still steady as he continues to pleasure you. A soft smile graces his lips as he whispers, "You're so beautiful, Y/N," planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your mind swims in a sea of pleasure, every sensation heightened as you surrender to the moment.

Arthur maintains his pace, gradually speeding up as the intensity between you heightens. Each movement feels like a perfect fit, as if your bodies were made to intertwine in this exact moment. As you feel your orgasm approaching, you can't help but release a string of uncontrollable moans, "Shit, Arthur, I'm close."

Arthur slows his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense with each movement. You can feel him filling you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Me too," he responds breathlessly, his arousal evident in his voice, matching the urgency in yours.

Moments later, Arthur reaches his peak, his release triggering your own. You cry out into the crook of his neck as waves of ecstasy wash over you, your bodies trembling in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Both of you are left as absolute panting messes, your bodies still intertwined. His lips move across your face, peppering tender kisses everywhere, trailing down to your neck where he places a kiss at the mark he had previously left.

Gently, he pulls out of you and excuses himself momentarily. He returns with a wet towel from the bathroom, carefully cleaning you up before tossing the towel aside. A gentle peck on your lips follows, his affectionate gesture speaking volumes.

Settling into the spot next to you, he pulls you onto his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "I'm so lucky to have met you," he murmurs softly, his words laced with sincerity. He places a sweet peck on your forehead, feeling the weight of the day finally catch up with you as sleep begins to overtake you.

You snuggle closer, a contented smile gracing your lips. "No you have no idea how lucky I am," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. With a final sigh of contentment, you drift off into a peaceful slumber in his embrace, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a deep sleep.

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A/N: Thanks again to everyone who sends in requests. I appreciate all of you so much. I have about 6 works in my drafts right now that I am working on getting out as quickly as possible.

Check out my other fics and oneshots here. Not working on any new requests currently but feel free to drop into my asks for a chat! 😊

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y2kmcblingirliee · 1 month

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Could you do a fic or series where black!reader is in a toxic relationship with Caitlin and Kate tries to show her how she deserves better with smut?

cw - First Person POV - 18+ SMUT, Toxic relationship, praise kink

You wake up with Caitlin beside you starting off your morning by her yelling at you for something you did the night before, You walk away from her heading to the bathroom with your phone for some privacy. You text Kate “Kate.. I literally cannot Caitlin is just so annoying & insufferable to be around she’s always such a bitch.” Kate replies back quickly “Y/n, I’ll be there to pick you up in a bit let’s go for a drive.” So you wipe your tears and head back to the you and Caitlin’s shared room. Caitlin has already gone off to practice ( thankfully you didn’t really wanna hear her complaining even more than she already was doing..) You quickly pick out a cute outfit and head to the bathroom to take a shower. After you’ve showered, done your skincare, brushed your teeth. You even did your makeup to just look nice for whatever is bound to happen. You get in the elevator and go to the parking lot of your apartment where you see Kate smiling in her car at you. Kate gets out to give you a big hug + she opens her car door for you. Your so shocked by her generosity & random acts of kindness ( since it’s something your not really used to being with Caitlin ) You and Kate just talk for hours in the parking lot about life & You even start to vent to her about Caitlin. You go on to say things like “You’re such a good person Kate, This far different from how Caitlin is.” Kate leans in to kiss you. Which you kissed back, Kate pulls away for a second asking “do you want to go to the back?” Which you nod your head, You both lead to the back seat of Kate’s car. Kate lays you back and starts to make out with you and kiss on your neck making sure to leave hickeys. She starts to kiss all the way down to your lower stomach which she lifts her head to ask “Y/n, are you sure you want me to keep going?” You say “yes please I’m fine, I trust you Kate.” Which makes Kate flash that smile that you love. Kate begins to pull down your skirt & underwear and begins eating you out. Your hands are in her hair while she keeps bumping her nose into your clit. Your toes start to curl at the sudden feeling. Kate begins to start praising you saying “your doing so well baby.” & “you’re so good baby..” Which caused you to get even more closer at her words. You began to feel a knot in your stomach which Kate asks “baby.. you close?” You nod your head uncontrollably. You cum on Kate’s tongue, which leads Kate to swallow and lift up your skirt. Kate gets up from under you & starts making out with you. Until you get a call & your phone starts ringing a bunch. You stop to check your phone ( which fell on the backseat floor ) Caitlin texts you “what the fuck are you doing?” & “where the fuck are you, why have you been in the parking lot for so long.” You lift up your body from under Kate giving her another kiss and quickly leaving her car. You go in the elevator back up to your apartment & Caitlin is yelling at you asking “Why the fuck where you in the parking lot for so long..” You said back “Why do you care so much? Why are you home early anyways..” Caitlin said “Because I left my key and I was trying to pick up my gym bag.” “And why the fuck are you dripping down your leg Y/n?” Which led you to start laughing at her & Caitlin just left the apartment locking the door behind her.

I hope this was similar to what you asked for!!

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heavyhitterheaux · 4 months

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I Miss You

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You and your triplets miss your favorite person, so you decide to do something about it

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by a beautiful anon 💖

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Waking up to a dark room, indicating that it was still the middle of the night and hearing sniffles, you reached over and turned on the bedside lamp to see Axel crying and upset sitting next to you. Ivy and Autumn were still sound asleep on the other side of you opposite of where Axel was.

“Bubs? What's going on? Did you have a bad dream?” You asked as you slid him onto your lap once you sat up, but all he did was cry harder.

“Come on baby, you have to tell me what's wrong so I can help you.” You said trying to comfort him as you rubbed his back.

“I miss daddy. I wanna see daddy.”

Your heart broke seeing how upset he was, but you completely understood. Jack had been on tour for a few weeks and you had to get used to the new normal of not being with him all the time since you now had three little ones to take care of. The both of you had been going back and forth on whether to take them on tour, and you both decided that they were too young and you would wait until they were older.

“Can we call him?” Axel asked with a hopeful look on his face, but it immediately left when you shook your head no.

“It's the middle of the night, bubs. Daddy’s probably sleeping like we're supposed to be doing right now.”

“But…” His bottom lip started to quiver, breaking your heart even more.

“Okay, tell you what? How about later on after we sleep, we go and see daddy?”

“Really?” Axel asked through sniffles and wiped his nose on his pajama top sleeve.

“Yes and I know he misses us too. But it's going to be a surprise so we can't tell him, okay?” You told Axel and he simply nodded. Since he definitely stole your phone and called him earlier.

“Now, let's try and get some sleep.” Axel nodded as he agreed with you and slid back under the comforter on Jack’s side of the bed as he hugged his pillow.

“This smells like daddy.”

You smiled to yourself as you watched him drift off back to sleep and instantly grabbed your phone to text Urban.

You- Call me when you wake up

Not even two minutes later, you got a response

Urby Baby- I'm awake now, you okay?

You- Sir, you should be sleeping

Urby Baby- I'll sleep later, anyway what do you need bestie?

You- I'm surprising Jack and bringing the triplets so your job is to keep him occupied until we get there

Urby Baby- You got it. Not a problem.

You- Axel woke up crying and upset and said he misses him 😢

Urby Baby- You sure he didn't mean me?

You- URBAN 🙄

Urby Baby- Just kidding! I'll see you later. What time should you be here?

You- In time for his show. I'm letting them sleep a little and then we'll start to get ready

Urby Baby- Sounds good. Text me if you need me.

You- Okay, goodnight and go to sleep NEOW

Urby Baby- For you to be barely 5 feet, you sure act like you run shit

You- Urban, I will jump through this phone this instant

Urby Baby- Violent as always. Anyway, night bestie.

Later on in the day, the four of you were on your way to see Jack when he cornered Urban, because you hadn't answered your phone all morning and he was now growing concerned.

“Urb, Y/N hasn't answered her phone except for when I sent a good morning text.”

“She's dealing with your three big ass headed children. I'm sure she's fine.”

“But she never goes this long without answering me and I can't even see her location.” He said while trying to check where you were.

“Will you calm down? I know she's fine and so are the babies. She's probably just a little busy. I mean they are three years old.”

“I guess you're right. I just…. I already don't like leaving her and them for long periods of time but she just about damn near threatened me to go on this tour because if it was left up to me, I would have stayed home.”

“Yep, sounds just like your wife.”

“HEY!”

“I was just saying!” Urban exclaimed while holding up his hands in defense while all Jack did was shake his head before attempting to call you again, except a text from you came through and he was finally able to let out a sigh of relief.

Wifey- Been busy all day, I'll facetime you later. Love you boo bear 😘💕

Jack- Now you know I worry about you and was starting to low key panic. Glad you're okay, love you too ♥️

The four of you were now at the arena, and Urban had met you at the gate in the back. He was immediately attacked by the triplets and they showed him the homemade gifts that they made for Jack.

Urban picked up Autumn as Ivy and Axel were walking beside you and led all of you backstage to where everyone was. Seeing all their uncles kept them occupied as they spotted them, but Axel quickly became uninterested when we walked back over to you and tapped your leg.

“Yes, baby?”

“Want daddy.”

“He's around him somewhere, bubs. He's probably getting ready right now and then we'll see him.”

Axel let out a huff being unsatisfied with your answer as Urban stifled a laugh.

“He might look like Jack, but definitely has your attitude.” Urban leaned over to whisper in your ear as you pinched him.

“OUCH!”

“Urban Wyatt….”

“Don't get mad at me for telling the truth.”

“Where is he anyway?”

“He was just in here before I walked out to get you so I'm not sure.” Urban answered as he shrugged his shoulders.

Just then Jack walked back in the room, eyes glued to his phone and suddenly your phone went off indicating that you had a text from him.

Baby Daddy- I'm about to go on soon and you haven't called me yet. If you don't love me anymore just say so 😔💔

He had obviously heard it, because he looked up confused and smiled when he spotted you. But before he could make his way over to you, Axel made a beeline towards him.

“DADDY!”

Hearing him exclaim startled Ivy and Autumn who then ran over to Jack too as he had picked up Axel and the girls were holding one leg each.

“Is this why mommy wasn't answering my calls?” He asked Axel and he simply nodded as he kissed his cheek.

“She said we couldn't tell you. I missed you daddy.”

“Me too!”

“I missed you the most!” Autumn said and both of her siblings made a face at her which made you and Jack laugh. Axel looked at her as if he wanted to fight her.

“Well I missed my wife and babies too. Have you three been good for mommy?” He asked as he made his way over to you and leaned down to kiss you with Axel trying to push you away from Jack.

“Axel!” Jack said as he turned to him, but all he did was smile as you laughed.

“I missed daddy, so I deserve a hug and kiss too.” You said and Axel just looked at you before holding Jack tighter.

“Mine.” Was all he whispered as you rolled your eyes. He was infamous for doing that.

“Hmm, I bet you did miss daddy. That video you sent me the other day was all the confirmation I needed.” Jack muttered so only you could hear as he sat down and you pinched him, just like you did Urban.

“OW!”

“Behave!”

“I am! Just wait till later. Anyway, my babies still didn't answer my question.’

“Yes! Now mommy help me please!” Autumn said as she was trying to hop up on the couch to sit next to Jack.

You helped her up and placed her next to Jack while Ivy was on the other side of him and Axel still had a death grip on him.

“Still think I don't love you?” You asked him responding to his text from earlier as you leaned over and put a hand in his curls.

“I know you do, I was just being dramatic.” He said as he shrugged and Axel had laid his head on his shoulder.

“Oh, so you admit that you are?”

“Hold on, wait. That was a trick question.”

“I can assure you, baby that it wasn't.”

Since Jack had two shows back to back in the same city, once the show was over, the two of you had just put the triplets to sleep in the hotel suite not too far from the venue as you two were on the couch flipping through channels since neither of you were tired.

“Baby…” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Yes, smush?”

“Thank you for today. I needed it. You have no idea how much I missed you and our babies.”

“Of course. Axel woke up crying and said he missed you so I had to fix that. Like homeboy was BAWLING.”

“Not too much on my mans now. You used to always do the same thing when we had to be away from each other for an extended amount of time. It would be like three days before I had to leave and you would be crying.”

“I literally have not been away from your dumbass since I was fourteen. Excuse me if I have separation anxiety. I still do to a certain extent, but the triplets help keep me occupied. You mean the absolute world to me even though you know that. I just…” You trailed off as you started to get tears in your eyes and Jack quickly noticed.

“Babe? Why are you upset? Talk to me.”

“More often than not, I think about how I almost made you a widow and a single parent of three children. Like the thought never leaves my mind. Ten years with you wasn't enough. And to then be separated from you forever?”

“No amount of years will ever be enough. I love you in this lifetime and all the ones after that. You fought tooth and nail to come back to us and all of the doctors and nurses could see it. I knew when I first laid eyes on you that you were my soulmate.” Jack said as he lightly stroked your face and kissed away your tears.

“I love you and I will never get tired of saying it. And I'm always here to remind you of how important you are to me. We've shown each other how much we want this marriage to last. Being away from you for that month when everything had gone to shit, I just knew that I had lost you. I was literally waiting for the divorce papers.”

“That never crossed my mind. I wanted to make it work and we did just that. I love you more than anything and I'm so happy that I can still tell you that in person. I noticed your eyes literally light up every time I say it.” You giggled as you kissed his nose and he immediately turned a shade of bright red.

“And I can still make you blush.” You said while laughing harder.

“Baby, stopppppp.” Jack responded as he hid in your shoulder and you played in his curls.

It was quiet for a few minutes as both of you were watching the movie that Jack had decided on before you broke the silence.

“Hmm, did you forget?”

“Forget what?” Jack asked as he looked at you confused.

“How much I missed daddy. I think I need to show you. The movie can wait.” You responded as you hopped up from the couch and walked backwards to the bedroom as Jack smirked before running after you.

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its-time-to-write · 1 year

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your mind is not your friend

HUGE shoutout to @whimsical-roasting for being an absolute babe and helping me out of my writing slump. Been feeling like I’m just churning out the same story over and over, but she gave me a prompt that absolutely knocked it out of the park! This actually contains chunks of text from our conversation, she was so helpful. Literally could not have written it without her, so be sure to check out her page and see what she’s got going on.

your mind is not your friend

It’s 2:30am on the dot, and you’re in your car, staring at the steering wheel. How did I get here? you ask yourself, rhetorically. You know exactly how you got to be in this driveway at this god-awful time in the morning.

You had been awake two hours ago, and sent a u up? text to a somewhat-friend you met at a bar a couple weeks ago. He was attracted to you, you needed to blow off steam, and thus your relationship began. “Relationship,” being used in the most technical sense of the term.

Pretty much all you did was hit each other up for sex, but that was kind of the whole point. You had no feelings for him, he didn’t have any for you, so you were in a mutually beneficial friends-with-benefits type situation. No strings attached.

The sex wasn’t bad, it was actually pretty good, especially if it was dark enough and you were feeling delusional enough to convince yourself he was someone else. On occasion you’d have to bite back a moan with the wrong name on your lips, but you’re pretty sure this guy wouldn’t have noticed.

But here you are, at 2:30 in the fucking morning, feeling strangely empty.

As you pull out of his driveway, you promise yourself this is your last hookup with this dude.

You can’t bring yourself to have another night like tonight.

It’s weird. You feel weird. You’re too aware of your arms and legs, and the night lighting isn’t helping anything. There’s barely anyone on the road, and you can’t bring yourself to turn on any music.

You’re just tired because god, the sex was good, sure, but it was emotionless. He didn’t match your energy nor your affection, and it felt physically draining.

You’re not even sure where you’re driving but you’re sure as hell not going home right now. You pull your car to the side of the road under a streetlight and just sit.

After a few minutes, you pull out your phone and toy with it for a second, then think fuck it and call Jamie. You’re pretty sure it’s too early for him to be awake for training, but you never know until you try, right?

Right.

He picks up on the first ring. “Yeah, love?” he says by way of greeting, voice thick with sleep.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you ask. “I wasn’t sure what time you woke up and I’m having a shit night, so I thought I’d just check to see if you were up. You can go back to sleep.”

“Not asleep,” Jamie yawns. “Been up for a bit. You alright?”

You pause. There’s something about Jamie’s voice that’s bringing tears to your eyes.

“Darling?” he asks softly, “You still there?”

You nod, then remember he can’t see you. “Yeah, I’m still here.” You can’t erase the tears from your voice.

You can hear Jamie turn a light on somewhere in his house. The mental image of him padding around that big empty house calms you somewhat.

“It’s just-” you start then stop.

“Hm?” Jamie hums, encouraging you on.

“I don’t wanna get into it, but he didn’t even make me feel desirable. The entire night he was like ‘Yeah, sure, whatever. Fine, let's get it over with,’ and I felt like a pity fuck even if we didn't go all the way. And I’m just- just tired,” you finish lamely.

All you get back is silence.

“Jamie?” you say, half-pleadingly, desperation tingeing your voice. “Are you still there?”

“I’m here. Come to mine, yeah? I’ll unlock the door, so just walk in.” His voice sounds thick again, almost like he’s crying, but you chalk it up to the early hour and start your car again.

—

You’re at Jamie’s house in no time at all, walking up the steps through the doorway and into his arms. You can’t even cry at this point, because it just feels like too much work.

“D’you want a shower?” Jamie asks, chin on top of your head. “I already pulled out some clothes for you, and I can throw these in the laundry. They’ll be a little big, but,” he shrugs, arms still around you.

You tilt your head up and nod, no energy for words. He says “Alright then. You know where you’re going,” so you make your way up the stairs.

“Gonna make some food,” he calls after you, “You know I fuckin’ hate eating alone, so you have to eat some too.”

—

After a long, long hot shower, you’re in Jamie’s clothes and headed back downstairs. Your skin feels raw from where you scrubbed it, but you’re starting to feel more like yourself. As you walk into the kitchen, Jamie looks up from where he’s making grilled cheese on the stove.

He asks, “How you feeling, love?”

Love. Darling. God, his pet names are going to kill you. You’re not sure why you thought this was a good idea.

You’ve been in love with Jamie Tartt for, like, ever. He was just so funny and so sweet and so goddamned sexy.

You are positive you have no chance with him, given his dating history. He’s not really one for commitment. You figure if he were interested, he would have made a move by now, but he’s comfortable where you are, just being friends.

You’ve been doing your best to erase all feelings from your body, hence: casual sex.

It was working out great for you in all respects, obviously.

But, to answer Jamie’s question, you just shrug. He seems to pick up on the I can’t speak vibe, so he tilts his head at you, lower lip sticking out in sympathy.

“Right,” he says, flipping a grilled cheese sandwich on a plate, “take this and go sit over there.” He points to the couch. “You want anythin’ to drink?”

You shrug again, so Jamie goes to the fridge and pulls out two bottles of water. He grabs his own plate and you follow him to the couch.

He sits down first and pats the space right next to him, so you sink into the cushion. He adjusts so you’re curled into his right side, arm slung around you.

You eat in silence, and you can feel yourself slowly floating back into your body. It’s funny, really, because you hadn’t realized you were detached.

The sandwiches are long gone, and you’re feeling more like talking, all wrapped up in Jamie’s too-large hoodie and sweatpants. Your face is the only thing that’s been visible this whole time, hood pulled up. Jamie’s hand has been running a comforting pattern up and down your arm, and it hits you that sitting on the couch with Jamie feels more affectionate than literally kissing a man who was like a damp board of plywood essential.

“I’m sorry.”

Jamie looks at you in surprise. “How d’you mean, love?”

You return his gaze, teary-eyed. “You have training and shit soon, and you’re supposed to be getting rest. I know you lied about me not waking you up. And I shouldn’t’ve bothered you. It’s my problem and my fault that I even feel like this.” You stare at the empty plates on the coffee table in front of you. “God, I don’t know… maybe I’m too affectionate. Like, I was kissing all over his face and he barely even did anything back. I know it’s just sex and not a relationship. I don’t even want him that way. But it just feels like it fucking sucked my soul out of me.”

You feel Jamie shift slightly, and you catch the tail end of what you think is- a wince?

It just makes you feel worse. “I felt undesirable and I KNOW I didn't look it tonight. I looked desirable as fuck. But he kept on being like 'yeah, sure, whatever spread your legs.’ And I want to be wanted, you know.. like, crave me like it's a not a chore.” Your shoulders slump as Jamie sucks in a breath. His hand, which has maintained a steady pace on your arm, is erratic now. You misinterpret the wince and the breath and keep going.

“Look, I know that you… you know, you’ve had sex with a lot more people that I have. I’ve been with like, three, including this guy. I know that I messed up, it’s just- I don’t want to feel cheap, you know?”

You can’t look at Jamie. You’re not sure that you can bear him explaining how you’ve breached some innocuous rule of casual sex. You can feel his eyes burning a hole through the hoodie. You didn’t realize you were using it as protection until you felt like you lost it.

You force yourself not to cry, and determine to pokerface your way through whatever Jamie has to tell you. He slides off the couch until he’s on the floor in front of you reaching for your hands.

“That fucking bag of dicks don’t deserve you,” he says, with such feeling that you’re sure you misheard him. You just keep staring past him at that empty plate.

“Oi, did you hear me?” Jamie says bringing up one hand to gently pinch your chin. “He don’t. Any man that makes you feel this shitty about yourself, especially after spendin’ the night with you, is a fucking piece of shit.” He squeezes your hand. “That arsehole has no fucking idea what he let slip away.”

His words are so far from what you expected that you’re having trouble registering them.

You let out a hoarse, “What are you saying,” and Jamie chuckles ruefully.

“I’m saying- shit. This is a shit time to be telling ya, but fuck it.” He takes a breath. “I really fucking like you. I think you’re fucking great. I’ve hated hearing you talk about that arsehole since the first time you fucking went home with him. Told meself that it should’ve been me you were goin’ home with, not that prick. I love when you’re affectionate. You know, when you fucking… hug me too hard ‘cause you’re excited bout somethin’ or kiss me forehead before leaving. But I didn’t want to fuck up what we already have going, so I didn’t fucking say anything. I should’ve said something a million fucking times, but I’m saying it now. It ain’t your fault. It’s that prick’s fault for making you feel fucking disgusting about the best part of you.”

You’re not starting at the plate anymore. You’re staring at Jamie’s face, and his pleading eyes, and you feel your soul reconnect to your body. You slide off the couch and into his arms, both of you on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. He holds you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to earth when, in reality, you think it just might be the other way around.

Jamie wraps one arm extra tight around your waist and heaves you two off the floor.

“C’mon,” he says, voice muffled from his face buried in your neck, “we’re going the fuck to sleep.”

“You have training,” you remind him into his hair.

“Nah,” he says, beginning to walk you to the stairs. “Told Coach I was sick right after you hung up.”

“Oh,” you say in a small voice. You can feel him smiling against your skin.

“Right,” Jamie says. “I’m done fucking talking. Let’s get some proper sleep, yeah?”

You nod, and he takes you all the way upstairs into his room. It’s the second time within four hours that your in another man’s bed, but this time feels different. This time is checking all the boxes you were looking for, and this time, you have the one you want.

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guitarstringed-scars · 2 months

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the ravens eye diner- hajime iwazumi

masterlist

cinnamon roll (extra frosting)

she is going to be the death of him. hajime lays staring at the ceiling of his room, phone thrown to the side. he is blushing at a text message, and is thankful that none of his friends can see him in this state. he decides he needs to make a move. not through oikawa, but on his own. he can totally do it. he’ll just show up at the diner tomorrow morning and ask you out. straight up.

so he does. hajime wakes up at 6:15, gets dressed in clothes maybe a bit nicer than usual, and heads out. he decides to walk today, because he doesn’t want to be all sweaty and gross. he strolls to the little diner, which he has quickly grown to love, swings open the door, and is greeted by hitoka, like usual.

“good morning!” he greets, abnormally happy.

hitoka looks a bit frightened as she greets him and leads him to his usual table.

for once, he actually looks at the menu. he’s so interested in it that he doesn’t immediately notice you approaching his table.

“hi.” you say, setting a mug on his table.

he looks down, it’s a black coffee.

“sorry, i just assumed you’d probably want one.” you say smiling.

“you’d be right. i’d also like a cinnamon roll though.”

“oo, switching it up! do you like frosting?” you ask, scribbling it down in your notebook. ”who doesn’t?”

“alright then, cinnamon roll with extra frosting,” you smile. “and a black coffee.”

“thank you.” he says as you walk away.

okay hajime. you got this, he thinks. you just have to ask her out when she comes back with the cinnamon roll.

a few minutes pass, and you return with a ginormous cinnamon roll, a huge mound of frosting on top.

“anything else i can do for you?” you ask, setting the blue plate in front of him.

“uhm. well, i was wondering if you would maybe want to get dinner tonight? with me. like a date. if that’s weird or i made you uncomfortable i’m really sorry and-” you cut him off.

“i’d really like that. one condition though.” he sighs, relived you agreed.

“what is it?” he asks.

“we have to go somewhere other than this restaurant.”

he laughs.

“of course. i’ll text you later about it.”

“sounds good hajime. i’ll be back with a refill on your coffee in a bit.” you quickly rush to the back of the restaurant.

“alisa you would not believe what just happened.” you say, slamming your notebook on the metal counter. ”table one asked you on a date?” she says, not even looking up from the silverware shes rolling. you frown.

“you weren’t supposed to guess it so quick.”

“wait really?” she exclaims, turning to you.

“yes!”

she starts to squeal and rushes over to you.

“this is so exciting, when are you going?” she asks, jumping up and down.

“tonight, after i get off.” you say, checking the time on the wall clock. “which is 5 hours from now.”

“5 hours isn’t really that long.” alisa says. “it’ll go quick!”

it doesn’t. hajime leaves the diner with a smile about 20 minutes after you refill his cup.

the diner is busy today, but not the kind of busy where time goes by quickly, just the kind of busy where you are stressed out, and rushing around. but even though time feels like its moving at a snails pace, you don’t feel too upset. at least you have something, or someone, to look forward to seeing at the end of your shift.

“whats got you in such a good mood?” tendo asks, leaning out of the kitchen window.

“shes got a hot date with a regular after this.” semi chimes in as he rings up his order.

“semi.” you say, elbowing him in the side. “it doesn’t need to be everyones business.”

he laughs.

“word moves quick in the restaurant business.” he says.

“you talk like you’ve worked here for 50 years.” you say, doodling on your notepad.

“sure feels like it. hey, will you pick up my shift next friday? i’ve got a show i wanna go see.”

“ugh, fine. only because i’m in desperate need of money.” you say.

“yeah, money to spoil your new boyfriend with.” he says, walking away. you throw your pen at the back of his head, but unfortunately miss.

when you are finally off, you punch out, and rush back home. you quickly shower, washing the restaurant smell off of you, and change into nicer, non-coffee stained clothes. hajime arrives a few minutes later.

“hi.” he stands in your doorway, flowers in hand.

“hi. those are beautiful.” you say, acknowleding the bouquet. ”you’re beautiful.” he says, looking a little distant.

“smooth.” you say, raising your eyebrows and stepping out of your apartment, locking the door behind you. “so, where are we headed?” you ask as you fall into step next to the tall man.

“there’s a pretty nice restaurant nearby that my roommates and i go to sometimes.” he says, leading you to his car. he opens up the car door for you, and crosses in front of the vehicle, getting into the seat beside you. ”sounds good to me.” you say.

the car ride is filed with conversation about your schoolwork, you find out he’s a sports medicine major. hajime learns that you like your coffee with cream and sugar. he learns your favorite color, and your last name too. the freckle question may have to remain unanswered.

once you reach the restaurant, hajime holds open the door for you. the two of you are seated at a table in the back corner. ”what do you think those people are doing?” you say quietly, nodding your head towards a group of 3 people gathered at a table nearby.

“probably secret spies.” he says, taking a bite of his food. “are you big on people watching?”

“i love it. it’s the best part of being a waitress. i love to make stories up about all the people who come in.” you say.

“oh yeah? what’d you make up about me?” he asks.

you think for a moment.

“i made up that you were a criminal on the run.” you say, looking him directly in the eyes. he chokes a bit.

“did you actually?” he says, cheeks tinted a light pink.

“no,” you laugh. “but you should’ve totally seen your face right now.”

“you’re evil.” he doesn’t mean it. he can’t stop smiling.

“does that mean i won’t get a second date?” you frown.

“no defiantly not. i’d take you on as many dates as you wanted.” he says, staring down at the bowl in front of him.

“i have a question.” you say.

“shoot.”

“do you drink anything other than black coffee?” ”i’m drinking water right now.” he says, gesturing to the glass next to him.

“doesn’t count.” you say. “i just don’t even think the coffee at the ravens eye is that good.”

“it’s not.” he admits.

“then why do you drink it every time?” you ask, head cocked to the side.

“you can’t laugh.” he says, red faced.

“why would i laugh?”

“because it’s embarrassing.”

“i wont laugh hajime, come on!” you plead. he loves the way you say his name.

“it’s because ……to……cool.” he’s mumbling and looking down, so you only catch a few of his words.

“what? i can’t hear you.” you say, leaning in closer to him.

“it’s because i wanted you to think i was cool.” he says, looking up at you. ”i already think you’re cool hajime.” you smile.

“i already think you’re cool too.” he says.

hajime pays the bill, and then the two of you decide a walk is your next plan. as you stroll though the dark city, the conversation never lulls. the sounds of cars whirring past remind hajime of the coffee machine, and he’s ever so grateful his routine got messed up, because he met you.

hajime thinks you are absolutely electrifying. the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you are leading him through the city.

the two of you eventually reach the entrance to a park, and with a sudden rush of courage, hajime reaches his hand over to yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

“smooth again.” you say, laughing ever so slightly.

your pair reaches a fountain, and you begin to rummage through your bag, eventually pulling out two coins. you seperate your hand from hajimes, but hold the back of his, placing one of the coins into his palm.

you toss the coin in your hand into the water, and then turn to hajime.

“make a wish.” you say, slightly under your breath.

he thinks.

“how big can the wish be?” he asks.

“something small, you’d need more coins for a big wish.” you say, still admiring the water.

“the wish economy is very messed up.” he says, still admiring you.

he tosses in the coin, watching it hit the surface of the water.

“what’d you wish for?” you ask, finally looking at him.

“aren’t you supposed to keep it a secret?” he says. “or else it won’t come true.”

“i won’t tell anyone you told me.” you say.

hajime takes a deep breath.

“i wished to kiss you.” he says, voice a little shaky.

you smile.

“well, do it then.” you challenge.

hajime takes a step closer to you. he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, places a hand on your waist.

“are you sure?” he asks. you laugh, and crash your lips against his. hajime can feel you smiling into the kiss, and can’t help but smile himself. you place one hand on his shoulder and the other on the side of his face. your hand feels warm against the cool night air.

when he pulls apart, he places his forehead against yours.

“what’d you wish for?” he asks. ”a second date.” you laugh.

“i can grant that.” he says.

“how about a third?” you ask.

“you’ll need another coin for that.”

you laugh and kiss him again, and hajime feels like floating.

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-hajime changed his wish to something smaller

-his wish was gonna be to stay with you forever so he's a little glad he chnaged it cause that seems a little intense for a first date

-still meant it though

-more to come for mr. iwazumi

a/n: this is technically it for hajimes part, but i'm going to go back through and write more for him because i think he's so cute. so that'll come once i finish a few more characters!

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You Earned This 18+

Reader x Niamh Charles

Plot: Reader rewards Niamh for playing good in the game.

Warning: Smut, Teasing, Daddy Kink, clit teasing, squirting, R doming Niamh, Niamh Receiving, Niamh Begging, Dirty Talk, Leg Trapping, Rough Sex, unprotected sex, multiple Creampies, Anal, Spanking, Face Grinding, Fingering, Bulge Teasing, Hickys, Flirting, Positions: Standing Up, Missionary, On Side, Cowgirl, reverse Cowgirl

Word count: 5.5K

*Y/n's Pov*

It was game day. I wake up to my alarm blaring at 8:30 am. I roll over and turn off my alarm. Niamh rolls over and wraps her arm around my waist. There was only one bed so me and her were sharing a bed but we didn't care.

"Mmm what time is it?" She asks in her sexy raspy morning voice.

"8:30 am. Sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you up." I say.

"Mmm it's okay, I was in and out of sleep anyways." Niamh says.

I smile and peck her lips. Me and Niamh are best friends but are kind of friends with Benefits, Niamh grabs my neck and pulls me back down kissing me deeply.

I smirk against her lips and make out with her kissing her back. I hum against her lips.

"Mm we have to get ready." I say. Niamh cutely groans in annoyance, I giggle at her. I get up and go into the bathroom, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair.

I come back into the room and bite my lip as I see the sight of a naked Niamh in front of me getting dressed.

I bite my lip and check out her ass, Niamh giggles and shake her ass a bit. "Mmm daddy see something she likes?" She asks seductively.

I nod and smirk. "Yeah such a sexy tight ass." I smirk, I squeeze her ass a bit and slap it.

"Hurry up babe. We gotta get ready and head down for breakfast." I say.

Niamh nods, she gets dressed and brushes her teeth and hair, we out our shoes on and walk down to breakfast hand in hand.

We get our food and join the girls. We had a game against Spain today, I put my AirPod in as I eat my food entering game mode.

We all finish breakfast and get on the bus, we leave and head to the stadium.

We get warmed up and start doing stretches, Spain was sending us glares as they walk onto the field.

The game starts, during the 20th minute I get the ball and dribble it up field, I nut meg Athena and Alexia and slam my foot into the ball. The ball flies past the goalkeeper and flies into the back of the net making the score 1-0.

The girls all run over to me and we celebrate. Niamh hugs me and pecks my cheek. "Nice goal baby."

I smile and blush a bit, we get back into our positions and continue the game. 60th minute rolls around I get the ball again and score a second time making the score 2-1.

The girls celebrate and hug me. Niamh hugs me. "Nice goal baby, 4 more of those and I'll reward you later tonight." I say.

"W-we still need to win. Mmmm stop teasing." Niamh pouts.

I giggle, i pecks her lips and run off heading back to my spot on the field.

We finish the game, I score the final goal. Making the score 5-4. Spain was doing good and made it a good game, I hug the Spain players and tell them good game and that they played very well.

As we are walking back to the locker rooms i smirk and grab Niamh's ass.

"Nice goals baby. Your ass looks great in this kit." I say nip Niamh's ear. I place my hand on her ass, I smirk and squeeze her ass.

Niamh moans as I grab and squeeze her ass. "Thank you baby. You played a good game too." Niamh says.

I smile, I wrap my arm around her shoulder. We walk into the locker room and go to our lockers. I smirk, and get an idea. I grab my phone and text Niamh.

Me: Wait to shower baby. Let the team shower first I wanna shower with you 🤤😘

Niamh: Yes Daddy.

I look at Niamh, I smirk and wink at her. Niamh blushes darkly and bites her lip. The team showers or is already dressed and heading back to the hotel, there was just a few of us left in the locker room. Soon it was just me and Nimah left, I strip my clothes and so does she.

We grab our towels and hit the showers. We shower together and get dressed, I pin Niamh assist the lockers while she gets dressed and make out with her. Niamh is shocked and starts kissing back

"Mmm you played amazing baby. I think when after dinner you deserve 5 creampies." I say as I squeeze her ass.

Niamh moans as I squeeze her ass. "F-Five?" She cutely asks stuttering a bit.

"Yeah 5 baby. You played so well today." I say and kiss her neck.

I giggle, as she blushes darkly. We get dressed and we head back to the hotel. We get back to the hotel, and go to the cafe for dinner. We get dinner and sit at a table with Leah, Millie, Jess, Lauren, Rachel and Mary.

Niamh slips off one of her slides and starts teasing my inner thigh with her food as we eat. I blush a bit, I bite my lip and look up at her. Niamh bites her lip and moves her foot up to my crotch and rubs my bulge over my shorts.

I bite my lip to keep in my moans as she continues to rub and tease my bulge over my shorts. I smirk and shake my head, Niamh smirks and winks at me.

We continue to eat our food, after we eat dinner we watch film and take notes then go back up to our rooms. Niamh and I go back up to our room. I unlock the door and open it and we go in our room. Niamh closes the door behind us and locks it. As soon as Niamh closes the door behind us and locks it I immediately pin her against the door and start making out with her.

Niamh is shocked at first but starts kissing back. I slip her shirt and sports bra and toss them off to the side, Niamh makes out with me and slips my Shirt and sports bra off and tosses them off to the side as well.

I smirk and pin her against the wall and continue to make out with her.

*Niamh's Pov*

I giggle and moan as she kisses my neck down to my chest she kisses and sucks in my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as she does this, Y/n kisses down to my chest she kisses and suck on my chest and boobs leaving hickys.

Y/n lowers herself and gets on her knees, she kisses from my chest down to my stomach and toned abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys I moan and run my fingers through her hair.

She kisses from my stomach and abs down to my shorts. I bite my lip as she kisses my clothes pussy, I was soaking wet. "Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

I moan and massage my boobs, Y/n playfully tugs at the waistBand of my shorts silently asking for permission. "Take them off." I say.

Y/n slides my shorts and panties down my legs and tosses them off to the side. Y/n kisses and sucks on my thighs leaving a few hickys.

"Y-Y/n please don't T-Tease. I need you." I say begging.

"Mmm yeah baby?" She asks swiping her finger up my folds collecting my juices with her finger. "Fuck baby you're soaking wet.... How long have you been like this?"

"...3 days." I say and blush darkly in embarrassment.

"Mm why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" Y/n asks.

"Cause you were busy. I didn't want to bug you about it." I say quietly and blush darkly in embarrassment.

Y/n smirks and flips me around, I giggle and moan as she grabs the back of my neck gently and pins me against the wall. Y/n comes back up and rubs my clit with her fingers.

My breath hitches as she does this. I quietly moan. "Mmm you've got a fucking dump truck on you baby." Y/n sexily says squeezing and slapping my ass.

I moan in pleasure as she does this. "What do you want daddy to do baby?" Y/n asks. Her words made me weak and even more wet.

"M-Make me yours." I moan out, I didn't trust my words, I wanted her to fuck me so fucking bad. Y/n presses her front against my back, I bite my lip as I feel her bulge press/ rub against my ass.

Truth is I always wandered how big she was and I always fantasized about her fucking me. Y/n kisses the back of my neck, she trails kisses from the back of my neck down to my ass.

Y/n gets on her knees, she spreads my legs a bit. Y/n kisses my pussy and ass. I moan in pleasure as Y/n starts to eat out my ass from behind.

"F-Fuck." I moan, I push my ass back against her face as she continues to eat out my ass. Y/n slips a finger in my pussy and slowly starts fingering me as she continues to eat my ass.

Fuck I didn't know Y/n liked to eat ass, I was such a slut for anal. I wanted to feel her balls deep inside my ass. Y/n slips in a second finger and fingers me a bit faster as she goes to town and continues to eat my ass out like crazy.

I moan and grind against her face and fingers. "Fuck Y/n." I moan loudly in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to eat my ass and finger me faster.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Y/n baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure, Y/n continues to eat my ass as she fingers me faster and rubs my clit her thumb.

I gasp and moan, I can't take it anymore. I cum all over her fingers. Y/n helps me ride out my high, once I come down from my high Y/n pulls her fingers out of me. I lick and suck her juices off my fingers.

Y/n giggles, she kisses my ass and spanks me. She comes back up and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

Y/n flips us around I kiss her deeply and lower my hand and rub my bulge over her shorts as I kiss her. Y/n moans in the kiss as I rub her bulge over her shorts.

I grab the waist band of her shorts and her shorts and boxers down her legs and toss them off to the side.

*Y/n's Pov*

I pick up Niamh and smash my lips against hers, Niamh kisses back. I push the top of my dick inside her and slowly sink her down on my dick. We both moan as Niamh sinks down on my dick and takes my length deep inside her.

"Mmm fuck, you're really deep in there." Niamh moans out in pleasure.

I smirk. "I'm gonna destroy your tight pussy." I say, I slowly slide Niamh up and down on my dick.

Niamh moans. "Mmm fuck." Niamh moans she scratches my back as I slide her up and down on my dick a bit faster.

"Mmm so tight and wet." I moan.

"Mmm fuck, feels so good." Niamh cries out in pleasure.

"Mmm make me your cum dumpster." Niamh moans.

"Mmm I bet you would love that. Wouldn't you? Huh slut? You wanna be my cum slut?"I ask teasing her.

Niamh moans. "Fuck yes please daddy. Please make me your free use slut, make me your personal cum dumpster."

I moan in pleasure and slide her up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck baby, your pussy feels so good. I don't think I can last much longer."

"Mmm fuck yes, give me your cum baby." Niamh moans.

"Yeah Charles? You a slut for daddy's cum? You want daddy's cum deep inside you?" I ask teasing her as I slide her up and down on my dick faster and harder.

My dick hits her g spot at an angle. "Mmm your cum slut." Niamh moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. "Mmm fuck daddy I'm close, ahh I'm squirting, I'm squirting." Niamh moans.

Niamh moans, I feel her shake and buckle against me as she squirts all over my dick and abs and on the ground.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." I say seductively.

*Niamh's pov*

Holy fuck this felt amazing. Y/n was balls deep inside me, god I was so close to cumming and it's only been 10 minutes.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n whispers and nips my ear. Her words made me weak and made me super wet, she was so sexy when she is a Dom.

She was really deep in there, mmm she feels so fucking good balls deep inside me. I moan in pleasure as my walls clench around her, I was close to cumming. I couldn't take it anymore I moan and throw my head back as I cum all over her dick. Some of my cum drips down her dick.

Me cumming sends Y/n over the edge, Y/n busts her load deep inside me. I gasp and moan as she fills me up with her load. "O-Oh my g-god." I moan as she shoots thick ropes of sticky cum deep inside me.

I sigh in pleasure as I feel her warm juices oozing inside me, Y/n cutely moans in my ear and nips my ear. Fuck she was till unloading her massive thick seed deep inside me,

"Mmm fuck, give me all your cum." I moan and dig my nails in her back as she comes down from her high. Cum still oozing and spurting inside me.

I moan. "Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside Me." I sexily moan. I smirk, "that was just the first load. I'm not done with you just yet." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

Creampie #1:

I feel Niamh cum all over me. Her cumming sends me over the edge, I bust my massive load deep inside her pussy. We both moan as I stuff her pussy full of cum.

Niamh moans and throws her head back as I fill her up with cum. Niamh moans and looks me feel in the eyes. "Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum deep inside me." She sexily moans.

"Mmm such a cum slut." I moan.

We both moan as I help her slide off my dick. Thick cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips into my dick and onto the ground. I set Niamh back on the ground.

Niamh smirks, she makes out with me and walks me back to the bed, she lays me down in the bed and joins me.

Niamh smirks and straddles my lap. "I'm not done with you yet. I want your load deep inside my pussy." Niamh says seductively.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. Niamh straddles me she lines my dick up with her pussy. Niamh puts my tip in her and slowly sinks down on My dick taking my length deep inside her.

We both moan as I'm deep inside her pussy. Niamh grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel so full with you deep inside me." Niamh moans.

Me and Niamh both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. "Mmm fuck, so wet and tight." I moan in pleasure.

Niamh slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck daddy you're really deep in there." Niamh moans.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank her ass. Niamh moans and goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Niamh moans and massages my boobs as she keeps riding my dick going harder. "Gah fuck, it feels so good." Niamh moans.

"Mmm you Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask.

Niamh moans and grips the top of the head board. As she goes faster and faster. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Niamh moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Gah Niamh, slow down a bit. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

Niamh cutely giggles and moans. "That's the point baby. I'm gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of your cum." Niamh says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I moan and watch Niamh as she continues to ride me.

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Niamh asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in Pleasure.

Niamh grips the head board tightly and rides my dick faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Niamh baby, I'm gonna cum." Loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #2:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Niamh moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as o continue to shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

Niamh gasps and moans as I continue to cum inside her. "Mmm fuck there's so much." Niamh moans.

I help Niamh ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Niamh closely climbs off my dick. Thick cum ooze out of her and drips down her thighs and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the bed and sheets.

"Mmm fuck." Niamh moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

"Mmm such a good girl. You played so well you earned this." I say rubbing her cum glazed clit.

Niamh moans and shudders as I do this. "Thank you daddy. Ive been such a good girl."

I smirk, Niamh lays on her side. and spreads her legs a bit giving me access to her wet pussy.

Niamh scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Niamh moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. "Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really deep in there." Niamh moans.

*Niamh's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release.

I moan and rest my head against hers. I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy when her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you're really deep in me." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

She was so sexy when she was a Dom. Fuck her being Dom made my legs wake and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure my walls clench around her. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans In pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face, her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. " cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Niamh giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Niamh moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Niamh cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

" mmm fuck." Niamh moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Niamh ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

Niamh giggles, she lays in Missonary and runs a finger through her cum filled pussy/ folds. "Got two more rounds left? Or is daddy all tapped out?"

I smirk. "Yeah I still owe you two more rounds baby girl.

Niamh giggles and spreads her legs. I smirk and rub my tip through her cum glazes folds. I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby."

"M-Move." Niamh moans.

I rest my head against Niamh's and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Niamh's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy."

*Y/n's pov*

Creampie #4:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Niamh cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

" mmm fuck." Niamh moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Niamh ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

Niamh lays there panting and moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the bed. I smirk and lay on the bed.

"Reverse cow girl baby." I say.

Niamh smiles, she joins me I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she's now in reverse cowgirl.

Niamh moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. "Mmm fuck." She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

"Put it back in. Put it back in daddy." Niamh cutely begs.

"Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy's dick back inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I'm such a slut for your dick and cum. Please I want more." Niamh says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Niamh moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Niamh moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that." Niamh moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

"Fuck baby you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Niamh screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so good. Don't you dare fucking stop, don't you dare stop. we aren't stopping until you give me every last drop of cum."

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl."

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. "Fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" Niamh screams in pleasure

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Niamh moans and shudders as I do this, Niamh moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "N-Niamh baby I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't stop don't stop." Niamh moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Niamh know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Niamh moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #5:

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Niamh moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Niamh. I help Niamh ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

"Mmm fuck there's so much. I feel so full With your cum inside me." Niamh moans.

I smirk. "Good, hehe I stuffed you full." I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

We both smile and kiss again. Niamh grabs my hand, and leads me into the bathroom. We shower together and then fall asleep. We wake up, we shower together again. We get ready for the day we get dressed, brush our teeth and hair and get breakfast and coffee together.

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Could you PLEAASEE write a day with matt in which he facetimes her in the morning and just watches her get ready and he begs her to come over, overall a very clingy matt PLEASEEE I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Tyy<33

Missed you

a/n: I love me some clingy Matt

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: kissing😼

summary: request🤓

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I wake up at 8:00AM, and immediately grab my phone to check for messages. My boyfriend, Matt, has already sent one.

Matt❤

hey baby, how'd you sleep?

I smile at his sweet message. He knows I always check right after I wake up.

I slept well, what about you?

I set my phone down and wait for his next message. I brush my hair and wash my face. I hear a ping on my phone and I check it and see that Matt has messaged me again.

Matt❤

I slept good. Facetime?

I quickly check my appearance and text him back.

Sure :)

I watch my phone get sent to a FaceTime and I answer it, seeing Matt's tired face.

"Hi baby," he says, smiling. A shiver runs down my spine as his voice is still raspy from sleep.

"Hi," I laugh. We gaze at each other for a few moments. "I'm getting ready right now, I don't know if that'll bore you or anything." I tilt my phone to show him my bathroom sink with my cosmetics on it.

"Nah," he says, sitting up on his bed. "I like to watch you do that stuff." I smile at him and start fixing my hair, using just a tiny bit of hairspray to keep the flyaways down. I hear a soft sigh on my phone.

"What's wrong?" I ask Matt, grabbing my mascara.

"I just miss you," he says. I look at him with a blank face.

"Honey I saw you yesterday," I say, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah but that was like forever ago, I wanna come over," he huffs. I giggle.

"Matt I have to go to the store today," I protest, finishing up my mascara.

"Nooo, stay home with me, you can go tomorrow," he whines. "I wanna hold you and kiss you."

I laugh. "Fine, I'll go tomorrow. You better get here quick before I change my mind," I say. Matt immediately smiles and I see him leave the frame to put on clothes. He comes back in record time. He grabs his phone and takes it into the bathroom, setting it up on his wall as he brushes his teeth. As he brushes his teeth, I pull on some jeans and the sweatshirt Matt left here last night. I notice Matt staring at me with a soft smile on his face. "Everything alright? Is there something on my face?" I ask, laughing.

He laughs and I notice a light blush sprinkled on his cheeks. "Everything's fine, I just love seeing you in my clothes." I blush, but before I can answer, I hear banging behind Matt. I can hear Chris distantly yelling 'Matt! Get the fuck outta the bathroom!'. Matt sighs and looks back at me. "I have to go, I'll be at your house in ten, alright? I love you," he says smiling.

"Okay, I love you too," I grin. Matt hangs up and I rush around my house to clean up. I finish cleaning and almost fall down the stairs when I hear keys unlocking my door. As Matt steps into my house, I run up to him and jump into his arms, giggling. He laughs with me and catches me in a warm embrace. He kicks the door shut and walks me over to the couch, sitting down so I'm on top of him. He pulls back from the embrace to smash his lips against mine. Our lips work in sync, expressing our love for each other. He pulls back and giggles as I chase his lips with my own.

"I missed you," he says, peppering kisses all over my face.

"We literally saw each other less than twelve hours ago, Matt," I laugh, his kisses tickling me, giving me butterflies.

"I don't care," he mumbles, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Missed you anyways."

I press a kiss to his temple and hug him closer to me. "I missed you too, you big goof."

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Mutuals pt.2 (Onyankopon x Black! Reader)

haii! im so sorry for taking literally forever to post this. i was so ready to get back into writing, but i started taking my classes full time (which i passed（＾∇＾）) but now i am getting ready for state and with three jobs... its a lot lol. but im ready to try to get back into it!

i also have Kofi if you ever wanted to support in other ways!

anywho, here ya go!

y/n is a little shy. when she moves back home, her friend mika tries to get her out the house. what better way than to meet mutuals?

(w.c. 2.6k)

warnings: none, language (if any)

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It’s Thursday.

Today shouldn’t hold so much weight, but it did. Besides being the beautiful day before a weekend, it’s the day before Ony and I go on our first date.

I can’t help but think about it every now and then. Receiving his texts throughout the day doesn’t help either. I've realized he’s much more of a subtle flirt than I would have thought, constantly catching me off guard. I smile and shake my head before looking away from my Apple watch to continue charting.

I check the time and see it’s a little after seven o’clock. After filling in a few people on my floor and making sure everything is logged in, I go to my locker and grab my belongings. I make my way to the elevator and ride down to the first floor. As soon as I step off of the elevator, I get a phone call.

Ony.

I bite my lip to prevent myself from smiling too much before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hey, pretty girl,” I smile a little wider, “how was work?”

“It was good. Walking to my car, now.”

We make casual talk as I continue towards my car. Once I’m inside with my doors locked, I start my engine and begin making my way home. After a few minutes, Ony finally brings up the day I’ve been too nervous to ask about.

“Mmm... you ready for tomorrow, mama?”

My heart skips.

“I, uhh, I am.” I try to sound as relaxed as possible. I can only hope he doesn’t hear how hesitant I sound.

“What’s wrong? You don’t sound so sure.”

Of course, he heard...

“I’m sure... I just have a lot on my mind,” I explain softly.

“You wanna talk about it?” Ony offers.

I smile, "Just excited for tomorrow, ‘s all.” I can almost hear his smile in his ‘mhm.’

I assume that’s a fine enough answer because Ony doesn’t push the topic, opting to change the subject.

After about a 10-minute drive, I finally made it back home. I grab all of my belongings and make my way towards the door, making sure to lock my car. I unlock the door to my apartment and walk in, making sure to lock it, as well.

“You inside yet, mama?” I hear Ony’s voice mumble through my phone.

“Yeah, I’m inside.” I walk to the island in the kitchen and put my bag on the counter before looking over at my buzzing phone.

Ony is FaceTiming me.

I answer the call and gently lean my phone against a nearby object on my counter so that he can see me. The call finally connects and I see Ony leaning back in his chair, fingers moving around on his controller as he plays the game. The corners of my lips slightly raise at the sight of him before I look away for a moment to place one hand on the counter and use the other to remove my shoes.

“You look pretty, (N/N),” I hear him say over the speaker.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I pick up my phone, shoes, and purse and walk to my bedroom.

“You say that every time we're on the phone,” I mention with a tired yet teasing tone, “but thank you.”

He ignores my initial statement and smiles, eyes returning to his TV screen, “You’re welcome.”

The night goes on as it normally would; I change and sit on the phone with Yanni for a little over an hour before deciding it is time for me to take a shower and go to bed.

When I wake up the next morning, it takes me a moment to become fully oriented. When I do, I can’t help but think about how the night could go. Ony and I can realize that being friends is what’s best; we could not like one another, or we could continue in pursuit of a relationship. Of course, I’m hoping for the latter, but only time will tell.

After talking to God about my worries, I feel a little better and finally decide to get up and get ready, leaving my phone on its charger. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I walk into my room and look through my wardrobe for a dress that’s fancy enough for a dinner date but not overly obnoxious. Wanting to remain on the safe side, I decide on a long black, long-sleeved dress with some heels. Feeling content with my decision, I decide to pick up my phone to check any notifications.

The very first one is from Ony.

Ony: Good morning pretty girl. Ima be a little busier today so I won’t be able to talk much. Make sure you’re ready by 6. I’ll see you soon

I smile before responding to his text, feeling slight butterflies in my tummy. I make sure to let him know I appreciate him telling me he’d be busy and that I’ll see him tonight. Checking the time, I decide to go ahead and grab some breakfast, opting for some fruit, feeling too nervous to eat too much.

I try to talk myself down, trying not to get worked up over some guy.

‘It’s just another date with another guy... it’s just another date with another guy... but it’s not.’

There's something about Onyan that makes me hope that what we have goes further than ‘just another date.’ Although we’ve only really been able to speak over the phone since we met, he seems to be more genuine than any other person who has tried to pursue me. Mikasa’s words continue to play in my mind as well. Knowing from a reliable source that he doesn’t mess around for fun also puts me a little at ease.

I just need to relax and trust that no matter what happens, everything’s gonna be okay.

I sit in front of my vanity, applying any finishing touches I think I need. I stand and take in my appearance. A smile makes its way onto my lips as I reach to grab some perfume. I spray to my heart’s content before grabbing my purse and phone and walking to the living room. Again, I look in the large mirror at my reflection, feeling happy with how I look. Minutes pass before I hear a knock on my door.

My heart drops to my stomach. I take a deep breath before walking to the door, unlocking and opening it. Once it’s open, I see Ony with a bouquet of light pink roses with white lilies. I give an endearing smile before hugging him.

“Ony, these are beautiful. Thank you.”

He carefully wraps his arms around me, a smile on his face as he responds, “You’re welcome, (N/N). I’m glad you like them.”

I lean away before gently taking the bouquet from his grasp, my hand lightly brushing against his. I lead him inside for a moment while I carefully replace my older flowers with the newer ones. Once that’s done, I grab my purse.

“You ready?” Ony glances up from his phone once he sees that I have my purse.

I nod and watch as he smiles, taking in my outfit for the night.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N).” He stands from the barstool he sat in while he waited and makes his way to me with his hand out.

I take my lower lip into my mouth to try to prevent me from smiling like an idiot, and it just barely works. My hand interlocks with his as I respond. “Thank you, and you look very handsome.”

Which is true. Ony has on a solid black shirt with some loose black pants and white forces. He, of course, has his chain and studs on and a black and white bomber jacket. He bites his lip as he looks down at me for a moment.

“Thank you, mama.” I smile before looking at the ground. Ony let out a breathy chuckle at the way I couldn’t hold eye contact before leading us to his car. He leads me to the passenger’s side and opens the door for me. I give a soft thank you before sitting down and bringing my legs inside. When I get situated, he closes the door and makes his way to the driver's side before driving off.

After 25 minutes, we make it to our restaurant. I know I haven’t been here before, so I don’t know what to expect. Ony parks and makes his way to my side to help me out. I place my hand in his while he leads us inside the restaurant. The host leads us to a secluded booth towards the back of the restaurant. We walk hand in hand until we reach the area, separating only to sit across from one another. Our host hands us our menus and tells us our waitress will be with us soon.

I gently look through the menu, eyes slowly gazing over what all the restaurant has to offer. Ony, sitting across from me, can’t help but allow his eyes to gaze over me, only giving his menu half the attention since he already knows what he wants. He swiftly thinks of something to talk about and opens his mouth to speak.

“Don’t hesitate to get anything you want, by the way. ” My eyes flicker up to his at the sound of his voice. I smile softly before briefly returning my eyes back to the menu.

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

Ony gently licks his lips before closing his menu completely and giving me his undivided attention.

After that, conversation was nothing short of wonderful - Ony smoothly leading the us from one topic to another. I could feel my attraction for him grow the more he spoke to me in that soft, deep tone that I’ve grown used to. Due to me not being the best conversationalist, I was hesitant for this date, but it comes so naturally with him. As if he knows exactly what to say and when to say it.

From childhood memories to stories about work to ranting about the group that we’ve grown to love so dearly. It felt as though we had known each other for years.

After ordering, it took us bit before our food was brought out to us. Even then we joke about how it got quiet when we started eating, knowing that the restaurant he picked was a good choice. We each took our time, slowly realizing that we didn’t want the night to end just yet. Even after Ony paid for our meal, we still stayed to talk for about another 30 minutes.

After laughing at a joke he said, I turned my phone over on the table to check the time and sigh.

“Ony, we should probably head out. It’s getting late.”

He picks up his phone and gives a soft smile.

“Yeah, you right... Alright, let’s go, pretty girl,” he directs softly before standing.

I scoot just a little before turning my legs to the outside of the booth where Ony was waiting with his hand outstretched. I gently place my hand in his and stand.

“You got everything?” I turn to make sure I didn't drop anything before nodding.

“Mhm, yeah. I’m good.”

And with that, he leads us towards the exit. Once we get to his car, he opens the door for me before going to his side. I watch as he walks to his side, trying to hide the goofy grin that’s trying to make itself known.

He finally sits down in the car before turning to look at me, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“What?” he asks with a small grin. I shake my head before picking up my phone.

“Nothing.” By the way I bit my lip to keep from smiling, I’m sure he knew it wasn’t ‘nothing,’ but he chose not to push. Opting for “whatever you say, (N/N.)”

The drive to my house was mostly done so in peaceful silence. Other than the speakers and the occasional quip, we just enjoyed each other’s presence.

After some time, Ony pulled into my apartment. He turned off his car and made his way to me.

“Aww, such chivalry. Walking me to my door?” I quip once my hand is in his.

He immediately smacks his lips before closing the door. “Mmcht, man gon’ on somewhere.” He couldn’t even finish the sentence without smiling, causing me to giggle.

We make it to my door, and I turn to him with a sigh.

“Thank you for agreeing to go out with me, (Y/N),” his voice low and clear.

I lean my shoulder against the door and sleepily look him in his eyes. “Thank you for taking me out. I really had fun.”

“Enough fun to want to do it again?” he asks, taking a step towards me.

I look off to the side, hide my smile behind my hand before dropping it. “Yeah, Ony. Enough to want to do it again.”

He looks down, a smile plastered on his face.

Only a few moments passed before he looks back at me and takes another step forward. I tilt my head a little to the side before feeling him take my hand in his, standing directly in front of me.

“I’m gonna be very honest, (Y/N) - I would really like to kiss you right now.”

For some reason me being a little tired made me a little bold and I ask, “So why haven’t you?”

A moment after those words left my mouth, Ony’s hand rests on my neck, his thumb, pointer, and ring finger gently grabbing my jaw to tilt my head upwards. He leans down and presses his soft lips onto mine. I don’t hesitate for a moment before meeting him halfway. Ony slides his other hand around my waist, pulling me in to completely close the space between us. My left hand slides to his wrist as he deepens the kiss.

It felt too soon when he pulled away. I opened my eyes to see him looking intensely at me. I quickly shy away, opting to look at the ground, my hand gently rubbing the remnants of Ony from my lips as I try not to smile too hard.

“Thank you again, Ony,” I mumble trying to keep my rapid heartbeat under control.

Ony looked at me with an adorned look in his eyes.

“You’re welcome, mama. Go get some rest, okay?”

“You, too... Goodnight, Ony.”

“Goodnight, (N/N).”

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It’s been three months since Ony and I have been dating, and it’s been amazing. He’s been amazing. He continues to show me just how caring and protective he is - genuine and fun. The way he never fails to make me smile (whether it be after a tough day at work, or I’m just feeling a little down) is something I didn’t realize I needed.

‘I’m so glad I listened to Mika,’ is something I constantly think to myself.

She was right when she told me that he would show me the type of person he is.

And I couldn’t be happier.

Ony and I are a little more comfortable with visiting each other's houses, opting to just stay in and relax most of the time. Each time we do, we learn so much about one another. From likes to dislikes to family and more. The more we spend time together, the more I can’t help but think about what it would be like to actually be in a committed relationship with him.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try to shoo the thought away, but it’s so hard when Ony is... himself. Going above and beyond is not foreign to him. His emotional intelligence is evident through his desire for clear communication and his (surprising) amount of empathy.

Gosh, he’s so wonderful.

My thoughts are cut short by a soft *ping!* I glance at my phone to see Ony’s name pop up. I bite back a smile before opening his message.

Yanni <3 : Be ready by 8. I got a surprise for you

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ah, please be nice. im still getting into the swing of things. i really hope you guys enjoyed this. please excuse any mistake!

i love you but Jesus loves you more. <3

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 6

previous ~ next ~ series masterlist

pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Secrets are revealed and everything comes crashing down at the White Wyrm.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (oral m-receiving, fingering) language

word count: 6.6k

note: this is a long one folks, & a little early because I literally could not wait any longer to share 💚

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You’d found Baela after hooking up with Aegon at the after-party. Shimmying your dress back over your ass, you’d found Baela leaning against a wall, drink in hand. She squealed when she saw you, wrapping you in a hug.

“Can you believe we’re here?” Baela says, biting her bottom lip.

You remember it so clearly, the glitter on Baela’s cheeks, the smell of strawberry lemonade vodka she loved so much. That’s what the early days were for; bad liquor and glitter. The whole house vibrated from the music blaring from the speakers.

“I got dibs on that one,” Baela had said, pointing at Jace.

He’s standing across the room, his brother talking to him, but his eyes keep darting over to Baela. A half smile rests on his face as he runs a hand through his shaggy dark hair.

You giggled at her, they’d been flirting all night.

“And Rhaena wants him,” Baela said, pointing at Aemond.

Your eyes widened at the tall Targaryen brother, the way he lounged without care ignoring mostly everyone in the room. Rhaena sat to his left, engaged in conversation with him. Aemond briefly met your eye, before you and Baela turned around, trying to appear like you hadn’t been staring. Due to the earlier antics of the evening, it was less than graceful and Aemond totally caught you gawking.

“Shit that’s Aegon’s brother,” you said, giggling as Baela looped her arms around you.

“You and Rhae will be sisters then,” Baela giggled, “you good with that? She’s a handful.”

“Ha ha,” you said, bumping her with your hip.

The rest of the night had been a delightful blur.

You had found Aegon the next morning, asleep on the couch, a pile of people surrounding him. He snored softly, a woman’s arm draped across his chest.

You remember the feeling of excitement that curled in your stomach, the lingering ache between your thighs.

“Hey,” you had whispered, “hey, blondie.”

You had poked his cheek, causing his face to scrunch with displeasure before opening his violet eyes. His Cheshire cat grin sent a shiver down your spine.

“It’s you,” he said, voice rough from sleep.

Gods, you were so into him.

“It’s me,” you agreed, “you wanna get out of here?”

You held your hand out to him, a lifeline, a promise. Aegon looked around at the position he was in, before clasping your forearm. You pulled him from the couch toward you.

“My hero,” he said, tapping your nose with his pointer finger.

Doomed from the start.

He found his phone on the table and scrolled through the messages he missed. You stood waiting, shivering with anticipation under the guise of checking your hair in a mirror that hung from the wall nearest you.

“Band is grabbing food,” Aegon told you nonchalantly, scratching underneath his chin.

“Cool,” you said, trying to appear nonchalant.

Make him chase you, just a little bit. Not too much, he’ll lose interest. Aegon’s eyes met yours through the mirror. He could always see through your facades, even then. But he likes you, you can tell, or he wouldn’t have entertained you this long.

“You wanna come?” he asks, biting the tip of his tongue.

“I got nothing better to do,” you tell him, shrugging, before turning to face him.

Aegon had looked you up and down, sizing you up. You squared your shoulders, trying not to tremble under his gaze. This was Aegon Targaryen after all. If you showed an ounce of intimidation he would leave you in the dust.

“Let’s go then,” he said, taking your hand in his.

You wake from your dream phone buzzing, a glowing text from Helaena filling the screen, lighting up the floor where it lays. You blink, unsure of your surroundings until feeling the warm weight underneath you. You’d fallen asleep in Aemond’s bed, on Aemond himself.

“Shit,” you whisper, noting the darkness outside his window.

Aemond is awake, holding a book in his hand that is not under your arm. The only light in the room is a lamp beside him.

“Someone texted you,” Aemond says, voice rough as though he hasn’t spoken in a while.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you were so tired from the previous night at Helaena’s, (not to mention the vigorous fucking) it's not really a surprise.

“What time is it?” you ask groggily.

“Just after six.”

You groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Seriously?”

“Mhmm.”

Damn. Aemond’s dick knocked you out.

“Sorry,” you tell him, sitting up, “didn’t mean to pass out on you.”

He closes his book, smirking slightly.

“No worries,” he tells you, “it's quite the compliment.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, blushing furiously at his remark. You pull the blankets around your naked form, before reaching off the bed for your phone. Baela has texted you as well, just several question marks.

“It’s Helaena,” you tell him, as he closes his book.

“What did she say?” Aemond asks.

You open Helaena’s message, blinking at the brightness of the screen and her creative use of the caterpillar emoji.

“Did you guys know you’re supposed to play tonight?” you ask, turning toward him.

“Not likely now,” Aemond says, shrugging.

You freeze suddenly, listening to the sounds of the apartment. You get up out of bed, bringing the blanket with you to cover you.

“Where are you going?” Aemond asks, a slight smirk on his face.

You poke your head out into the hall. The apartment is dark, there’s no light coming from Aegon’s room. You swallow before turning back to face Aemond.

“He’s not here,” Aemond answers your unspoken question.

You can’t help the worry that curls in your gut. Aegon missing will probably never not set your teeth on edge. Once when you were first dating he disappeared for a week, reappearing at rehearsals like nothing had happened. He’s reckless and stupid. Mostly stupid. He just doesn’t think, ever and you’ve felt like his reality check these past couple of years.

“Where do you think he is?” you asked, holding the sheets closer to you.

“Somewhere distasteful, I’m sure,” Aemond says, rising from the bed.

Your face flushes as he walks toward his closet completely naked. You look around the room awkwardly as he fishes for some clothes, hoisting a clean pair of sweats on his lower half. You wet your lips, tilting your head toward the ceiling.

“Need a shirt?” Aemond says, glancing at you, a sly grin on his face.

“Sure,” you squeak and he tosses you one.

You slip it over your body, letting the sheets fall. The soft cotton caresses your skin, covering you nearly to the tops of your knees. It smells like Aemond. Like clean laundry and the expensive cologne he wears.

Aemond turns to you, leaning against his wall. You look into the mirror that hangs on the back of his door attempting to fix your messy bedhead. You meet his eyes.

“Now what?” you say, unsure of what to do.

This is uncharted territory for Aemond and you.

“Now dinner,” Aemond says, walking toward the door.

You follow him into the kitchen. Late evening light is just starting to peek through the curtains as the sun sinks lower into the sky, ready to disappear behind the horizon. Tendrils of golden light begin to shrink across the floor with every passing second. You glance at Aegon’s door. He’s definitely not here. No sounds, no snoring. Nothing. Another bender then. It’s what you should have expected after ending things but you’re still worried.

“Any requests?” Aemond asks, opening the fridge.

You hoist yourself up onto the counter. The action sends a shiver rolling through you at the memory of you and Aemond’s first time.

“Mac and cheese?” you ask him.

You know there are some boxes there. You always kept some stocked up.

Aemond closes the fridge and moves toward the cabinets, pulling out a box of mac and cheese. He starts boiling water on the stove before turning back to you.

His pupils dilate, seeing you sat up on the counter in nothing but his shirt, and he takes his lower lip in between his teeth. You hold his gaze for a moment, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up before your phone buzzes. It continues and you look, seeing who is calling you. The name lights up the screen.

It’s Cregan.

Your heart launches into your throat. Shit, you’d practically forgotten about him. You left in such a hurry the other night after Aemond and the bathroom and the fight, there wasn’t even time to say goodbye. Aemond looks at your phone as it vibrates on the counter.

“I’ll just let it go to voicemail,” you tell him, having every intention of ghosting Cregan.

Aemond’s mouth quirks, and his eye narrows.

“Answer it.”

Your mouth goes dry and you’re sure Aemond can hear your heart beating. He clicks his tongue.

“C’mon, don’t be rude,” he tells you, lowering the burner, and stirring in the pasta.

You hesitate for another ring before picking up your phone and holding it to your ear.

“He-hey Cregan,” you stutter as you answer the call.

Aemond stirs the pot, before facing you, leaning back against the counter. You nervously chew your bottom lip watching him.

“Hey Y/N! Glad I caught you,” Cregan answers cheerfully, “sorry for the random call, I don’t mean to bother you.”

“It’s no bother!” you tell him as Aemond walks closer to you.

Your eyes widen as he walks up to you, standing in between your legs, resting his hands on either side of you, gripping the counter. He looks directly at you, a smile playing at the corner of the perfect pout of a mouth he has. His violet eye scans your face, falling to your lips.

“Cool, I just wanted to check in on you,” Cregan continues, “since the other night got a little crazy.”

Aemond reaches a hand up, running the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, releasing it from its trap between your teeth. You feel your chest tighten at the action, the back of your neck tingling.

“Yeah definitely crazy,” you tell him, forcing out a breathy laugh.

Aemond lowers his head to the side that doesn’t hold your phone to your ear. You can feel his breath against your throat. Your lashes flutter and you wet your lips as he places a kiss on your neck, just below your ear.

“Yeah and I know your ex was in the fight, so I get why it might be upsetting,” Cregan tells you.

You have to readjust your grip so the phone doesn’t slip as Aemond continues to kiss the side of your neck. A wave of desire ripples through you, pooling at the junction of your thighs. Your legs clench around Aemond and he chuckles softly.

“Yeah it was scary,” you breathe, eyes rolling back, head tilting to the side allowing Aemond more access.

He hums against the skin of your throat, lips passing over the fading marks from your first rendezvous. They’re sensitive still and Aemond leaves tender kisses on top of them, making you choke back a whimper.

“Totally,” Cregan says, though his voice sounds far away.

Aemond’s hand has found its way under the shirt you wear, it's creeping up your side making you shiver. The action is playful, tickling your ribs making you stifle a giggle.

“You okay?” Cregan asks, “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

So sweet. So kind of him, and yet all you can think about is Aemond’s lips on your skin, his hand that palms your breast. Fuck it's addicting, the feeling of him on you. His teeth scrape against your neck and you let out a breathy sigh, unable to hold it in.

“Uhh Y/N?” Cregan asks, “are..is everything okay?”

“Yes!” you tell him, as Aemond kisses your jaw, “yes, thank you Cregan I’m just…just still a little shaken up that’s all.”

You can feel Aemond’s grin against you.

“Would you, maybe, want to grab a drink or something soon?” Cregan asks, his voice is hopeful, “maybe have a less crazy night?”

“Umm,” your thoughts are racing out of your head as Aemond’s mouth latches onto your earlobe.

His hand still massages your breast, squeezing and tugging at your hardened nipple. You can feel your inner thighs growing slicker with your arousal.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready yet,” you tell Cregan, “I’m sorry.”

Aemond’s lips have found your cheek, ghosting across until his mouth hovers over your lips.

“Oh, yeah,” Cregan answers, disappointment evident in his voice, “I get that.”

“I’m sorry Cregan, I really have to go,” you tell him as Aemond’s other hand tangles in your hair.

“Yeah that’s oka-” you hang up before he finishes as Aemond crashes his lips onto yours in a burning kiss.

You moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer to you by hooking your ankles around his waist and grinding against him. Suddenly, he stops kissing you, pulling away.

“What?” you ask, wondering why he’s stopped.

“We have dinner,” he tells you, dropping his hands from you, and uncrossing your legs from his waist, leaving your hold.

Your lips have parted in shock, the throbbing between your legs matching your heartbeat. Aemond walks back to the stove, finishing the mac and cheese. You sit panting, trying to regain your thoughts. Aemond glances at you before chuckling.

“You are such an ass,” you breathe, but it's followed by a laugh.

“Am I?” he asks, bringing the pot over to you.

“Yup,” you tell him, popping the ‘p.’

Aemond hands you a spoon, and you take a bite, realizing how hungry you were.

“Thank you,” you tell him as he dips his spoon in.

“Not a problem, princess,” he tells you.

You eat like that, you on the counter, him leaning against it sharing the mac and cheese out of the pot you’ve cooked it in. It's easily the best meal you’ve had in this apartment.

“You know,” you tell him between bites, “I think this is the first civil meal we’ve had together.”

Aemond smirks at that, meeting your gaze.

“There’s still time,” he jokes.

You’re quiet for a moment while continuing to eat. It feels so odd to be just hanging out like this. You watch him closely, how he holds his spoon between his dexterous fingers. Aemond meets your eyes and you smile softly.

“I thought you hated me,” you tell him.

“I never hated you,” he tells you, honestly.

You narrow your eyes, thinking back on the past two years. You and Aemond had your fair share of heated moments. It seemed like from the very beginning you were destined to piss each other off.

“You definitely hated me,” you argue, but he shakes his head chuckling softly.

“Oh yeah?”

“What about the time I puked in the living room?” you tell him, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he answers, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Or the time I stole your car to drive to Riverrun,” you tell him.

Aemond frowns, dropping his spoon momentarily, eyebrows creasing together.

“That was you?” he answers, thinking back, “Not even then.”

You smirk at him then.

“What about last year’s Christmas party?” you ask, a mischievous smirk on your face.

Aemond glares at you then, and you know you’ve got him.

“I knew it,” you tell him but he only shakes his head at the memory.

“Did you hate me?” he asks you suddenly.

You think about it for a moment, all the arguments that seem silly looking back on them.

“I don’t think so,” you answer, “not really.”

He nods and you continue eating.

“So,” you continue, eyeing him, “you really want to give this a try?”

You motion between the two of you. If there’s one thing you’re definitely done with, it's men not defining the relationship.

“This?” he teases, mimicking your movement.

“You and me,” you tell him, “you and me together.”

Aemond stares at you a moment more, with such intensity you’re sure you will burst into flames under his gaze. The way he looks at you steals the breath from your lungs. Has he always looked at you this way? You’re starting to forget what once was glares and sharp words shared between you two.

“Yeah,” he answers, “I’m in.”

“This is going to make a lot of people really mad,” you tell him.

Aemond finishes eating, dropping his spoon and leaving the last scoop for you.

“The thing is,” he says, “I don’t really care what anyone thinks.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. Surely, he can’t be serious. He tilts his head to the side.

“I’m serious,” he says, “Sure, I feel bad for Rhaena, I shouldn’t have kissed her. But before then I’d never given her the impression that there was anything between us. Ever.”

Your chest tightens, you know it's true. But it doesn’t ease the feeling in your stomach, the hurt you know Rhaena will feel over this. Over you two.

“I don’t give a fuck what Aegon thinks,” he continues, “not one bit.”

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“Okay,” you tell him, pushing yourself off of the counter, “I’m in.”

It was going to be a long night.

“Helaena said we should be making our way to The White Wyrm later,” you tell him, putting the pot in the sink.

The White Wyrm. A cute bar. More lowkey. Perfect for revealing secrets.

“Sounds good,” he tells you, as you face him crossing your arms.

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” you ask, giving him one more chance to back out.

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his chiseled features seem to soften slightly.

“I’m sure about you,” he answers.

Something in your stomach stirs, a pleasant fluttering of butterflies. Warmth spreads through your body, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. Aemond’s words hang in the space between you.

“Okay,” you tell him, walking by, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Got it,” Aemond says, watching you walk down the hall.

You turn before reaching the bathroom, a cheeky smile on your face, feeling brave.

“Want to join me?” you ask, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

You watch as Aemond’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. You raise a brow at him flirtatiously, backing up and entering the bathroom. You quickly turn the shower on, stripping his shirt from your body and tossing it into the hall, before hopping into the shower.

You let out a squeak as the cold water hits you, and your heartbeat pounds erratically in your chest. As the water warms and steam fills the room, you hear the creak of the door, and the soft thud of clothes hitting the ground. You close your eyes, dipping your head under the stream of water, anticipation tingling across your skin as the water glides down. The shower curtain opens, and a rush of cold air enters as Aemond joins you.

You open your eyes, blinking away the water that beads on your lashes, looking up at him. The water splashes on his chest, dripping down to his hard length. Your eyes fall to it, mouth watering at the sight. You feel silly, but he’s got such a pretty cock it makes your eyes widen.

You’re still very much aroused from Aemond’s earlier teasing, so it takes all but a moment for you to wrap your hand around his cock. His jaw slacks as you pump him in your hand, thumb swiping across the weeping pink tip.

“Fuck,” he moans, as you sink to your knees in front of him.

He’s almost too big to take completely, you realize this as you begin to ease him into your mouth, lips sliding over the length of his shaft. His cock pulsates in your mouth as you hollow your cheeks, feeling him hit the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly.

You look up at him through your lashes, as he glides his hand through your hair, the other bracing himself against the shower wall. Aemond’s eyes are hooded with pleasure, and you maintain eye contact as you begin to bob your head around the length of his shaft.

You bring your hand to his balls, gently fondling them, which earns a breathy moan from him. You get a wicked gleam in your eye as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth, the sounds of wet suckling lost in the noise of the shower.

“Just like that, fuck,” Aemond growls once more, looking down at you.

You hum around him, pleased with the reaction you’re getting. It’s kind of nice to have him at your mercy for once, have him eating out of the palm of your hand.

“You’re so perfect,” he praises, “so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Eyes watering you bring up your hand to help you pump his length as drool spills from the corner of your mouth. Aemond’s hips twitch, causing you to gag again.

“Fuck I’m gonna-,” he tells you, and then you feel the twitching of his cock, the hot salty streams that paint the back of your throat as he moans out your name.

You release him, a strand of saliva connecting your slick, swollen lips to his tip. And then he’s helping you to your feet, pushing you under the stream of the shower, kissing you so vigorously you think you might implode.

And then you feel Aemond’s fingers stroke between your wet folds and any semblance of you having the upper hand flies completely out the window.

“Aemond,” you whine against his smiling mouth.

“What?” he murmurs back, fingers teasing around your entrance.

You know he’ll torture you until you’re begging, you’ve learned that rather quickly.

“Please, I need you,” you tell him, body completely flushed.

Two of his long fingers push easily inside you, crooking against your sweet spot making you gasp. It’s like he needed one time, one fucking time, with his fingers inside your pussy and he’ll forever know which spot he needs to press to make you crumble around him.

“Mm such a good girl you are,” he breathes, pumping his fingers into you, “you know exactly how to get what you want, don’t you?”

Your mouth falls open as he works you, as he drops his head to your neck once again. Aemond’s thumb circles your clit as he presses hot kisses across your neck, jaw, and your shoulders. Water from the shower runs down your body and Aemond laps it up as though a man who hasn’t had water in days.

The combination of things, his hands, his fingers, his mouth, the slickness of his toned body pressing against yours, have you shaking against him. Aemond hums against your shoulder.

“You gonna cum already?” he teases, “such a needy little thing, my brother didn’t take care of you at all did he?”

A shiver rolls through you at the mention of Aegon. Aemond’s adds a third finger and your knees nearly buckle.

“Did he?” he repeats.

“No,” you whimper, “Fuck, Aemond you make me feel so good.”

Aemond’s eye lights up at your words, as though they have ignited a fire within him.

“Come on, give it to me,” Aemond demands, fingers pressing into you just right; the way he thrusts his fingers inside you while massaging your clit has you seeing stars.

Your legs are trembling and you let out a garbled moan as you find your release, pussy clenching and spasming around his long fingers. Aemond shortens your moan with a kiss, sliding his warm tongue into your mouth. The shower takes much longer than you anticipated, as you and Aemond remain until the water turns cold once more.

You arrive at The White Wyrm together; the small bar is bathed in pearly light, and the ceiling appears as though a starry midnight sky. A neon sign hangs behind the stage, its blue lights reading “mistress of whispers.”

It's not the sign that catches your eye, but rather the people onstage. Jace and Luke are alone onstage, playing a simple song together. Luke is even singing, something he rarely does and you notice the redness on his cheeks. He’s probably nervous beyond belief.

You glance at Aemond, whose eye is locked on the brothers onstage. His expression is almost unreadable.

You spot Rhaena and Baela near the front of the stage nursing drinks, along with Helaena. Helaena spots you not a moment later, whispering to the twins before making her way toward you and Aemond. Her lavender eyes flicker between Aemond and you, but she makes no comment of your arrival together.

“What the fuck is this?” Aemond snarls, motioning to Luke and Jace onstage.

Helaena rolls her eyes.

“Relax,” she tells her brother, “they’re gonna play for a bit and then when Aeg gets here, we’ll do some acoustics when they step off. I’m thinking we can do at least a couple of songs...”

“Where is he?” Aemond growls, interrupting her.

“He’ll be here, I texted him,” Helaena assures him.

Something feels wrong, seeing Jace and Luke play together alone. Dracarys has had its fights before, but nothing like this. Nothing like the band being cleaved in two.

“Guys! Guys!” Aegon’s voice calls and you can see his silver head poking through the crowd.

Jace and Luke keep playing, their faces growing angry with Aegon’s appearance. Baela has noticed the arrival as well and grabs Rhaena’s arm, making her way toward you. You look at Rhaena, her eyes warm and inviting. Baela hasn’t told her. Yet.

You meet her eyes, there is a steely look behind them. Time’s up, she seems to say.

Aegon pushes through the crowd, dragging someone with him. A girl, you realize as he makes his way in front of you. Pretty, beautiful really, with long dark curls and cobalt blue eyes. She’s a giggling mess, long arms wrapped around Aegon, making her look like she’s attached to him.

Aegon’s grin spreads across his whole face. He looks disheveled, eyes bloodshot and pupils sluggish.

“Hel! Holy shit!” he shouts, reaching for his sister and kissing her sloppily on the cheek.

Helaena wipes away the kiss, a surprised and concerned expression on her face. She takes in the girl Aegon has dragged with him before looking back at her older brother.

“Who’s this?” Helaena asks.

“I’m Cass!” the girl giggles, and Aegon turns his head as though realizing she is still attached.

Aegon wets his lips, running a hand through his hair.

“You’ll never fucking believe this,” Aegon begins, “because everything was just so crazy, right? Everything is just so wild since Nyra and like, life is so insane-”

“Spit it out,” Aemond snaps, growing impatient.

Aegon glances at Cass and they both erupt into shared giggles. Aegon grabs at her and you see it. The glittering diamond rests on her left hand.

Your ring.

“We got married!” Cass squeals, wiggling her fingers for you all to see.

“Oh shit,” Baela says, eyebrows shooting to her hairline.

Aegon grabs Cass’s hand, kissing her knuckles, causing more giggles. Rhaena’s jaw is on the floor. Helaena’s forehead wrinkles with confusion.

“We so wanted you all there, but Eggy here-” Cass begins.

“Eggy?” Helaena says, wrinkling her nose.

Cass only nods, her face the picture of excitement and happiness.

“He just couldn’t wait! We just had to so we went all the way to Starry Sept,” Cass says, stopping to smile, clenching her teeth together in pure ecstasy.

You haven’t breathed since seeing the ring.

“You went where?” Helaena asked, “Aegon we were worried sick.”

“I’m here now, me and my wife!” Aegon said, kissing Cass’s cheek dramatically.

Aemond calls your name. Aegon meets your eyes then. There’s no remorse there, there’s nothing at all. It's as though he’s looking at a stranger, a ghost. You feel Aemond’s hand on your wrist, and you look up at him. His violet eye is understanding as he squeezes your wrist. It acts like a button he’s pushing and you inhale a sharp breath.

“It’s okay,” Aemond murmurs, “come on.”

He’s leading you away, out of the crowd, arm snaking around your waist. You turn back, locking eyes with Aegon once more before the emergency exit door slams shut behind you.

“What’s that about?” Aegon says through a laugh, a playful smirk on his lips.

Helaena doesn’t return his grin, watching him with wide lavender eyes.

“Hel?” he asks, still smiling.

Aegon’s eyebrows knit together, his lips part. Something clicks in his head, the smirk falling from his lips. He takes a step forward, following you.

“Aegon, don’t!”

It’s Helaena who speaks as Aegon starts after you.

The cool air hits you as you walk outside and Aemond turns around rubbing his hands up and down on your arms.

“You okay?” he asks.

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to feel. Nothing. All this time. It was nothing.

You meant nothing.

You hear the metal creak of the door, its following slam against the stone wall. Your name is a growl, snarled from his mouth, spat onto the ground. Your face hardens and you turn to him.

Aegon walks down the steps, his face angry.

“What’s this?” he says, wiggling a finger between Aemond and you.

“Aegon,” Aemond says, voice low in warning.

Aegon frowns, shaking his head, looking only at you. You can feel your chest rising with your breath, each inhale making you shake.

“I’m talking to you,” he says pointing at you, “Y/N. What is this?”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. But that in itself is all Aegon needs.

He lets out a mad laugh.

“My brother,” he says clapping his hands, “my fucking brother?”

Your anger boils over and you find your voice.

“You’re really mad at me right now? Aegon you just got fucking married!” you scream.

Aegon is still laughing, it's a mean sound that makes you want to burst into tears. He’s laughed like this before when he’s beyond wasted and feeling cruel. His smile is one of utter disbelief, like he never fathomed the thought before seeing it in front of him.

“Fucking my brother? Was he who you wanted this whole time?”

Aegon sneers then, a pained look on his face.

“Or were you really some groupie slut all along. Suppose it doesn’t matter whose dick you ride next. As long as you get a front-row seat.”

Anger courses through you and you’re pushing toward him. You can’t believe him. After everything you two had been through, after all you put up with. For him to suggest he never mattered to you at all. Hot tears pour down your cheeks as you push him in the chest, so hard he stumbles backward. Aegon chokes out another laugh, dazzling smile slashed across his face.

“You’re a fucking whore,” he spits at you and you lunge at him again.

“All I wanted was you!” you scream at him, “all I ever fucking wanted was you!”

You’re screaming still as arms wrap around you, pulling you away from him. You barely hear as Jace comes outside, Helaena has enlisted his help. Jace stands between you both, placing a hand on Aegon’s chest as he tries to yell obscenities at you. He’s smiling all the while, though tears paint tracks down his cheeks.

“C’mon man, let's back off,” Jace says, holding Aegon back.

You’re taken back inside by Aemond, Helaena opening the door and following you both inside as you collapse into sobs in the hallway.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” you sob, tears stinging, “I was so fucking stupid.”

You feel a hand stroking your hair, familiar long fingers. You lean into Aemond’s chest as he sits beside you, sobs wracking through your frame. You can feel the firmness of his chest, his arms cradling you against him, holding you through your shakes. Helaena kneels in front of you, stroking the hair from your face.

“Shh,” Aemond murmurs, pressing his face into your hair.

“I hate him,” you sob into his chest.

“I know,” he answers, continuing to stroke your hair.

“Y/N?” a small voice says, causing you to look up.

Rhaena.

Her eyes are wide, glistening with tears. You don’t even have to wonder if she heard. Even if she didn’t, her eyes flicker around you and Aemond, taking in the way he’s holding you, the way he’s soothing you.

Rhaena’s lips part and she tilts her head back slightly, releasing a breathy sigh. Her mouth turns up in a smile, but it's not a happy one. More like one of utter shock and disbelief. As if suddenly everything makes sense.

“You’re fucking Aemond?” she asks.

There’s no anger in her tone, which is almost worse. It’s all heartbreak. It’s all betrayal as a tear rolls down her cheek. Her lower lip wobbles.

“Rhae-”

“I have to go,” she says, turning.

You push yourself up, leaving Aemond behind as you chase after her. Desperation pushes its way up your throat, you feel like you might be sick.

“Rhaena please wait, please let me explain-”

“Explain?” she says, turning around.

Her brows are furrowed, and more tears leave streaks down her face.

“You knew how I felt about him,” she says, voice shaking, “you knew, Y/N.”

“I know.”

There’s nothing else to say.

“Was it before or after I kissed him?” she asks, crossing her arms.

You don’t answer for a moment, your face falling with anguish as tears begin to cloud your vision. Shame curls in your gut, sitting in your stomach like a rock.

“After,” you whisper.

Rhaena scoffs, flushing with the anger she feels now coming to the surface.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she snaps, “Right after had his fucking tongue down my throat?”

Her words sting as though she’s slapped you.

“I’m sorry,” you tell Rhaena, “I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I can’t hear this right now,” Rhaena says holding her hand up to stop you, “I just, fucking can’t.”

The tears are spilling down your cheeks. You’ve never felt so desperate. The thought of losing Rhaena makes your head start pounding, your words can’t be stopped as you try and make her understand.

“Rhae please,” you beg, “please I never meant to hurt you, ever.”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me?” Rhaena asks, incredulously, “What did you fucking expect?”

She wipes at her cheeks, her face contorting with anger as though she’s mad at the tears that spill.

“You chose Aegon,” she accuses, “you chose him.”

“I know,” you tell her.

She stares at you, cheeks wet from her tears. There’s nothing else to say. She crosses her arms over her chest, biting her lower lip as though trying to stop what she says next.

“He’s just gonna fucking break you heart too,” she snaps.

You inhale a sharp breath at the harsh words she throws at you. Rhaena’s not one for being mean, but then again you can’t remember actually ever fighting with her at all. She notices the hurt expression on your face, it mirrors her own, and you can see a hint of regret in her eyes. But she blinks and it's gone.

“I’ll see you later,” she says, turning on her heel.

“Rhae please, please I’m so sorry!” you cry, the tears continuing to flow.

You’re still calling to her, even when she disappears down the hall out of sight.

Jace comes back inside then, alone. Helaena glances at him, and he shakes his head. She stands up then, moving past him toward the door.

“Aegon?” Helaena calls, pushing the door open.

Jace looks at you, his expression pained, as Aemond comes to stand next to you. You can’t look at him, not yet. The shame is too fresh.

He’s just gonna break your heart too.

“Aegon!” Helaena calls into the night.

There is no response.

“Who’s this?” Luke had asked as you sat at the table with Aegon.

The restaurant was cute, a little breakfast joint, and it was still early enough that you were the only ones there. A cook stands at the grill in the back as the lonely hostess walks away from the register, disappearing into a back room.

“I know you,” Helaena had teased, as the bell rang and Aemond walked through the door before claiming the seat next to her.

“Where’s the coffee?” Aegon asked, sunglasses still on his face.

He slung an arm around your shoulder, as Jace and Baela appeared walking through the door. Baela bit her lip, eyes wide as she spotted you. Rhaena was missing, she hadn’t walked in with Aemond. You wondered how on earth they got off on the wrong foot. Rhaena was a delight.

“Coffee here yet?” Jace says, echoing Aegon’s earlier statement.

Luke looked at Baela, eyebrows knitting together as Jace dragged another table over, connecting it to the one you sat at. He held a chair out for Baela to sit in.

“Hey, don’t you have a sister?” Luke asked.

“Twin,” Baela nods, brushing a curl behind her ear, “actually she was around last night-”

“Twins?” Aegon said suddenly interrupted, sunglasses falling further on his nose revealing his bloodshot lavender eyes, “Well done Jacie boy.”

“Aegon, shut up,” Jace said, sending Baela an apologetic grin.

Luke watched the exchange, eyes bouncing around the room.

“Where is she?” Luke asked.

Baela shrugged, looking at her phone. You glanced at yours as well. No new messages.

“Looks like she went home,” Baela answered, eyes flickering toward Aemond.

You followed her gaze, watching Aemond examine the menu. Helaena held up a spoon, gazing at her reflection baring her teeth. She groaned, attempting to fix her smudged lipstick.

“This won’t do, I need a mirror,” she said standing.

“I’ll come with,” Baela said, causing Helaena to smile.

“I need coffee now,” Aegon said, groaning before getting up.

You watched him walk to the counter, reach behind it and pour himself a mug of coffee. Jace stood, walking over to him, mug in hand. You watched as Aegon continued to pour, grabbing more mugs to fill for the rest of the table.

“Luke!” Jace called, “come help us carry these!”

Luke got up, squeezed by Aemond who sent a murderous glare his way. You leaned back in your chair, left alone with Aemond. You tapped your fingers against the table, catching his attention.

“You know,” Aemond said, a strange glint in his eye, “Aegon doesn’t do relationships.”

You meet his gaze, violet, and sapphire. He means to intimidate you, you know it. This is another test. Aemond’s gaze is cold, his mouth set in a tight pout.

“That was before he met me,” you answered, with a roll of your shoulders.

Aemond raised a brow at you, sizing you up. You stared back, gaze unfaltering.

“Oh really?” he said, looking away, “you’re awfully confident.”

He’d seen nearly hundreds of girls in your same position before. You were surely destined to be another one of Aegon’s flings. You’d be gone in a week or two. A month, maybe, if Aegon really enjoyed your company.

“Mhmm,” you told him, forcing a smile and narrowing your eyes, “I’m life changing.”

Aemond watched you as you took a cup of coffee from Aegon, as the boys returned to the table.

“You’re staring,” Helaena murmured as she returned, so low only Aemond could hear her.

“Hmm,” he said, returning his gaze to the menu before his eye flickered toward you again.

He watched as Aegon slung his arm around you as he sat, pouring sugar into your cup without asking. Watched you drink it anyway, a determined gleam in your eye as you laughed at something he whispered in your ear.

You were all in.

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jujutsubaby · 5 months

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after hours (part 9)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: the morning after your ravenous night with toji leaves you wanting more, especially after being interrupted by the weight of all your responsibilities. thank god gojo is there to help, right? ☆ tags: modern au, babysitting au, academia au ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! oral sex (m!recieving), dirty talk, gojo being a male menace ☆ a/n: one chapter, two guys...y/n is on a roll xD she's living her best life. also this one is a bit short but i promise it's bc i've got a lot cooking for the next chapter!! sry it took so long to update too i'm still getting thru a bunch of asks and other fics and everything and also starting a new job. life is weird but fun! 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

you wake up feeling extremely tired and groggy; the sun is hidden behind the clouds this morning, but it’s the after effects of the joint you smoked with toji last night that gives you a brutally rude awakening. feeling more sluggish than usual, it takes you a while to remember where you are, the lack of decorations in a plain master bedroom throwing you off. it’s not until you hear toji shifting next to you that all the memories from last night flood your mind: his call you accidentally accepted, him hearing everything you and satoru did, cumming three times – no four times last night…

oh god. you really went all out this time. you had fun but oh my god, you have a final to prep for! you turn over and face toji and see he’s still fast asleep and then you check the time: 6:30am. still pretty early. you check your phone and see a couple messages from shoko and satoru. you check shoko’s first:

shoko: comin home tn?

shoko: everything good????

oh my god, you totally forgot to tell shoko you would be potentially spending the night with toji, and your stomach drops at how worried she must’ve been. you quickly type out a response:

y/n: OMG I SPENT THE NIGHT AT TOJI’S IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO TELL U :(

you check satoru’s texts:

satoru [10:04pm]: missed ya at the study group :(

satoru [10:06pm]: wyd tmw? wanna study?

satoru [1:17am]: what position he got u in?

wow. it started off so nicely until he… gojo’d it up. so close. you’re not even sure why you got into this complicated mess with him to begin with.

y/n: ur sooo insufferable

y/n: i’ll be in the university library if u wanna come in the afternoon to study 🙄

“am i interrupting something?” you’re startled as toji wraps his muscular arms around you, holding you closer to his chest.. your bad mood quickly dissipates as you feel something hard grazing your ass. you turn your head to face toji as you grin groggily.

“you’re not but it seems like you wanna start somethin’...” you say, slowly shaking your ass against his erect member. toji’s hands slip under your sweatshirt and travel up to your chest, finding the mounds of your titties and playing with them as he thrusts his hips against your ass.

“maybe…” you bite your lip and lean closer to him, engulfing him in a messy, sloppy kiss. his tongue darts out, rediscovering your mouth again as you sigh into him. you shift your body so that you’re facing him, and wrap your legs around his waist as his hands move slowly from your titties to your cheeks of your ass, massaging them as they grind slowly on him.

“fuck, pumpkin, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” toji groans as his sweats become increasingly uncomfortable due to how much his throbbing member is straining to get out. you playfully bite his lip, driving him even crazier. in swift motions, he pulls on top of him without breaking the kiss, and you yelp in surprise. your core reflexively starts to grind properly on his arousal, causing you to soak through your panties.

toji unexpectedly thrusts into your clothed core, causing you to yelp before toji quickly slaps a hand over your mouth. “shh, can’t wake up –” he grunts as you desperately rut against his arousal, “can’t wake up megumi…” his eyes suddenly snap open in panic as he stills your hips. he quickly grabs his phone and checks the time and swears under his breath.

“what’s going on?” you whine, upset that he put an end to your early morning shenanigans. you lay your body on top of him while cradling his face as you press small wet kisses to his jawline, hoping he’ll forget about whatever he has to do today. ugh, just thinking that thought makes you annoyed about all the things you have to do today, now…

toji groans, willing himself to focus in spite of your soft kisses and whines. “gotta wake megumi up in 30…soccer meet…”

oh, fuck. you totally forgot about that – the whole reason you and toji baked brownies in the first place. there’s no arguing with him about this and you know it, but god, you really wish you didn’t have to face reality so soon. you’d do anything to stay in a little bit more of momentary bliss before having to get back to the real world with final exams. you complain and sigh under your breath as you slowly slide off toji, as he apologizes and gets up slowly, both of you still trying to shake the sleep from your body.

your eyes pan down to the tent in toji’s sweats, still visible. hm, maybe you don’t have to leave just now. you bite your lip in anticipation as you touch toji’s chest lightly, and drag your fingers slowly down to the waistband of his sweats, and then on top of the bulge of his own arousal. you apply some light pressure as you loosely grip it, causing toji to suck in a sharp breath.

“fuck, don’t make this harder than it has to be, pumpkin. just told you we can’t…gotta get ready and –”

“c’mon toji~,” you coo sultrily, using your finger to trace the outline of him, “it’ll be a quickie. i’ll suck you off and you’ll finish before it’s even time…” you make a show of swallowing in anticipation and hunger to have him in your mouth, and toji pinches the bridge of his nose. he wants you. bad. and maybe it won’t hurt anyone if megumi is like, what, 5 minutes late to the meet? it’s just fucking soccer.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says sharply, but you can hear the hint of playfulness in his voice. “y’got 5 minutes to make me cum, think you’re up to the challenge?” toji teases, as he already begins to bunch your hair up in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you close down on him.

you giggle, and bite your lip to look up at him. “bet.” you immediately get straight to work on him, palming him through his sweats before slowly bringing down his sweats. you use your palm to rub against his raging arousal, and his guttural moan only spurs you on.

“no teasing, pumpkin, time’s ticking…” toji keeps his hands firmly grasped in your hair, having full control on your head. you would be lying if you weren’t turned on at the fact that he could start fucking your mouth anytime he wanted to with his vice like grip, but you ignore the pool forming between your thighs. toji releases his throbbing member from its confines, the tip begging for attention.

you start slow, kissing his tip delicately and gradually taking more of him with every kiss, until you have him inside your mouth. you use your tongue swirl around his tip, causing him to let out a breathy groan. “f-fuck, pumpkin, just like that…” he lightly pushes your head down, carefully allowing you to take in more of his length. “i know you can take more. such a slutty girl dying to suck me off first thing in the morning.”

you moan against him, his filthy words spurring you take even more of him and until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little. toji takes control of your movements and starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

you feel his shaft twitching and his breaths getting shakier and you know toji is close. “fuck, pumpkin, gonna cum all over you.” toji increases the pace in which he fucks your mouth and you get ready to feel his spillage down your throat before he abruptly lifts your mouth off of him. he guides to the ground on your knees, while he strokes himself off.

“wanna see myself all over you face, pumpkin,” he groans, increasing the speed of his strokes. “y’gonna let daddy cum all over your face?” you nod your head enthusiastically, and take your tongue out so that the tip touches it as it bobs from toji’s strokes. just as he promised, toji splatters your face with his cum like a jackson pollock painting, and whatever gets on your tongue, you make a lewd attempt to swallow.

“fuck,” toji says, out of breath, “you’re such a fuckin’ slut you know that?”. he leans down and wipes some of his release from your face with his thumb and you open your mouth to suck on it. “bet you’re soaked under there…” toji murmurs, as his eyes trail down to your shorts. you bite your lip in anticipation as his hands trail down to the waistband of your shorts. he dips his fingers under your panties, and just as his fingers are about to touch the one place you really needed him to, the alarm in toji’s room and megumi’s room goes off.

both you and toji quickly snap out of your lustful trance and remember reality. “oh, fuck” toji swears as he quickly puts on his pants as you grab tissues from the bedside drawer to clean up the mess on your face. if there’s a term for getting blue balled but for girls, you have it for sure, but you feel bad whining about it since there’s nothing the both of you can do about it.

you’re about to head to the bathroom to wash up as toji puts on a jacket before heading to megumi’s room to wake him up. meanwhile, you use the toothbrush that toji had been so kind to bring for you the last time you spent the night and freshen up. it’ll be fine. just don’t think about how your clit is literally throbbing right now or how your panties are soaked. don’t think about how close his fingers are. don’t. don’t. DON’T!

you frustratedly head downstairs to pack up your stuff. maybe if you make it home fast enough, you can use your vibrator to get some quick release from this morning. yes, that seems like the way to go. your thoughts are interrupted by toji coming downstairs with megumi.

“good morning, megumi”, you sing. he looks especially cute when he’s just tired and just woken up, with his big little yawns and droopy eyes.

“mornin’...” he mumbles as toji puts him down. he rubs his eyes as he goes into the garage to get his cleats.

toji walks to you and gives you an apologetic look. “sorry, pumpkin, i hate you leave you needy like this.” toji playfully pouts as he pulls you into a hug. he runs his fingers through your hair as you inhale his scent – spiced wood and a hint of his laundry detergent.

“you owe me,” you say, looking up at him. “it’s taking everything in me to not jump your bones right this second.” you’re not totally lying when you say that.

toji leans down to whisper in your ear. “the next time i see you, i’m gonna be eating you out for fuckin’ hours, pumpkin.” you shudder in anticipation, and you realize this conversation is not helping your situation…

you pull up to the driveway of your apartment and quickly take the stairs two at a time, as you want nothing more than to take a quick shower (and maybe cum your brains out, too, who knows? hard to tell.). you open the door to see shoko already dressed and making waffles for breakfast. the smell of maple syrup and butter makes your mouth salivate as you realize just how hungry you are.

“welcome back, slut!” shoko shouts from the kitchen.

“mornin’ bitch!” you greet, as you take your shoes off at the entrance. shoko pokes her head out of the kitchen and eyes you up and down. “wait, what are you doing up so early?” you ask, realizing shoko usually is never awake before 10.

“remember? i told you i needed to start studying step 3 like yesterday!” she says. you can’t recall if she ever said anything about taking the medical licensing exam before right now, but it does no good for you to fight her on it.

“wait, are you going to the library to study, then?” maybe you could tag along with her and then you’ll be forced to actually make progress with the final exam.

“yes, wanna come? you and satoru have a final right? and you’re just out and about “babysitting”?” shoko does dramatic air quotes around that word, making you roll your eyes.

“you’re one to talk when you apparently have step 3 and you were with utahime last night,” you retort.

“she’s a teacher, okay! she was teaching me!”

“teaching you to put your tongue down her throat.” you try to hold back your smile but fail.

shoko laughs before going back to her playfully stern face. “get your shit ready for the library quickly, slut. i made you an extra waffle.”

you promise you’ll be out as soon as possible as you head to your room and take the fastest shower known to mankind. no really, you do not want to be caught dead being late for something shoko wants to do. you chuck your clothes into the laundry hamper as you decide on what to wear to study on a…damn. a rainy sunday. you decide on a cashmere blush pink turtleneck sweater with a pair of comfy black mom jeans. underneath it, you layer a skin tight full sleeve gray shirt to keep you warm. you quickly do your skin care and apply minimal make up, before grabbing your black raincoat and bag and going back to the kitchen.

you see shoko almost finished with her waffle while yours is neatly set on a plate with strawberries (your favorite fruit), butter, and maple syrup. you quickly pat down your wet hair as you take a seat (you’re just gonna have to settle for wet hair in the rain today but it’s okay, it’s not like you have anyone to impress). you quickly scarf down the semi-cold waffle while you and shoko update each other about yesterday.

“i can’t believe he blue balled you like that! jobless and a menace!” shoko says sympathetically.

“stop calling him jobless! his job is being a father.” you defend toji, but you won’t lie, it’s a bit hard.

shoko and you both giggle as you guys head to the campus library.

you yawn as you take a sip of your iced hong kong coffee milk tea. this shit’s doing nothing to keep you awake. you check the time. 2:56pm. you’ve been studying for around 6 hours already, and your brain is fried. you’ve tried to take frequent breaks with shoko, but she has very unconventional study methods – study for hours straight and then sleep for double the amount of time and then rinse and repeat. it was psychotic to say the least. that is to say, you haven’t had a chance to wind down in between hours. the bright side, however, is that you were lightyears ahead of your study schedule. maybe you could afford to fuck around a little bit…

you grab your phone from your bag and see 2 missed calls from satoru. shit. you can’t call him from this particular campus library since it was a designated quiet library, so you text him insead:

y/n: sorry i missed ur calls what’s up

satoru: comin in 5 what floor u at babygirl

y/n: 5th and don’t call be babygirl

satoru: np babygirl

you roll your eyes. it’s so infuriating to talk to satoru sometimes, but especially now after you both shared an unexpected kiss (and more) together. now that you think of it, this is the first time you’re seeing him since the barcade. should you be feeling nervous? strangely, you’re feeling fine. if anything, you’re feeling that unfortunate familiar feeling down there that you forgot about after toji left you hanging, but are now remembering because of satoru.

you’re not one to make moves on someone like satoru, but you bite your lip thinking about how maybe (read: definitely) convince him to…take a walk with you as a study break. you ponder on it a little bit more, weighing out the pros and cons.

pros are that you’ll finally be able to get a release, especially after this morning and working so hard. the cons, however, are mainly that you’ll be doing that with…satoru. your best friend. your annoying will-definitely-make-fun-of-you-for-this-request best friend. with satoru being around a minute from getting here, you decide on just winging it based on how you feel.

shoko and you hear sounds coming from the corner entrance of the floor and look up to see nanami, haibara, and satoru trailing behind them, balancing three cups of coffee in one hand with ease. satoru and haibara are snickering about something and nanami looks embarrassed to be near them and starts walking a bit faster ahead of them. you wave your hand and grab his attention as the group walks to your table.

“hey y/n! how’s it goin–”

“if any of you idiots even speak more than a word above an undetectable whisper, i’m going to kill you all.” shoko says, interrupting nanami’s greeting.

you all look at each other silently, taking shoko’s threats to heart.

“gojo, i swear to god if you say even a single thing–” shoko starts as satoru’s shit eating grin starts to form slightly as he pulls a chair next to you.

“relaaaaaax, ieri. you won’t even know i exist, besides, you can’t hate me. i got you coffee!,” he assures, placing one of the three coffee cups near shoko. you don’t believe him and you suspect shoko doesn’t either. haibara and nanami sit across from you next to shoko as they keep their heads down and pull out their books and laptops as quietly as humanly possible. you give a meek wave to them.

gojo silently hands you a clear iced cup, with what you can only deduce to be an iced matcha latte with oatmilk. you apprehensively take a sip. unsweetened. just how you like it. “wow, my signature order?”

“what can i say? i’m a guy who pays attention.” satoru says, shrugging overtly humbly.

“more like you’re obsessed with me.” you take another sip.

“is that such a bad thing?” he says, lowering his voice, and bringing his face closer to you.

“you guys need to shut the fuck up.” shoko says, not looking up from her laptop and whatever she was writing in her notebook.

“hey, i just booked a study room on the floor. let’s head there and study so we don’t bother shoko-san.” says haibara, as he closes his laptop and slowly gathers his stuff from his desk.

“good idea!” you say, as you grab your stuff to move. satoru hasn’t bothered to take a single thing out, so he grabs your coffee and waits for you to pack up your things as nanami and haibara go ahead of you to secure the room. you and satoru follow closely behind.

“sooo…” satoru starts.

“sooo what?” your voice a low whisper as you walk away from the table shoko is studying at.

“how was last night?”

you roll your eyes. of course he wants to know that. you spin the question back to him. “how was your night?”

“it was fine. boring, really, because we kept on talking about quantum theory and like, all i could think of was, ugh.” satoru dramatically rubbed his temples to feign agony. “all i could think of was bending you over on a table and using my tongue to lick your–”

“WHAT?! SHUT THE FUCK–” you quickly lowered your voice as people gave you dirty looks around the library at your outburst. “shut the fuck. up. satoru.” your eyes widen at how bold he was to say something like that at a library. with nanami and haibara just a little ahead of you.

gojo seems unbothered and shrugs. “you asked?”

“yeah, people ask and you just say ‘it was good, thanks.’ not explicitly laying out all your thoughts!” you chastise. you’re choosing to ignore that oh so familiar feeling between your legs.

gojo takes a sip of his coffee. “c’mon, y/n. let’s just…man, fuck this ‘study session’”. you’re unsure why he does air quotes around ‘study session’ because for all intents and purposes, you did plan to use this time to get ahead of your study plan. “let’s just go back to my place or somethin’. suguru’s not home, we can just chill. do some of that studying you wanna do, and like, whatever else.”

“you’re literally too horny function.”

“don’t act like you don’t wanna as well.”

ok, he got you there. “not right now, i wanna study!” you look at him, this time with pleading eyes. “don’t say anything horny in there, please. i can’t have people know about this, it’s so embarrassing.”

“ouch.”

“don’t say anything in there and i’ll blow you in the library after you explain the quantum theory stuff that’s gonna be on the final to me.”

this deal makes satoru’s eyes widen. it’s too good to be true for him, because if there’s one thing he’s good at besides being a male menace, it’s explaining tough science concepts to cute girls. “deal.”

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enkas-illusion · 15 days

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About My Man - Part 3/5

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader, Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, language, hurt/comfort, slight making out

Chapter Summary: As you begin to accept the weird turn of events as your new reality, you prepare yourself to face some less-than-comfortable encounters.

Author’s Note: Umm so, I got carried away and now this is a 5 part story instead of the 3-part I’d initially intended. I realised it didn’t have enough build up and drive for the characters to act the way they do. Hope you enjoy it.

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Stupid by Vincent Blue

Part 2 | Part 4

When you wake up the next morning, you feel relatively calm and… bored. You check your phone, expecting a text from Choso like he usually would, only to find nothing at all.

Usually he’d hit you with a ‘reached home safely ma’am!’ or ‘i know you miss me already, sleep tight’ or literally just a bunch of stickers and gifs when he was too tired to type.

So you take it upon yourself to text him.

You: hey Cho. Hope you reached home safe.

You stare at your text and all you can think is how clingy you sound. But you don’t get time to take that train of thought any further when you see the three dots indicating that he’s typing.

Cho <3: Yup.

Oh.

You wait, staring at your screen for about 5 minutes.

Maybe he just woke up? Maybe he’s still trying to figure out what to say?

You’re only met with disappointment as he goes offline. You subconsciously trace your fingertips over your lips. Yeah, that was definitely not a dream. Choso had, in fact, almost kissed you. You feel a pang of disappointment in your heart.

You realise you no longer had any plans for the day, since you were relying on Choso to make one. You quickly drag yourself out of the puddle of self-pity and your bed. Might as well make the most of a Sunday by taking yourself out on a date.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you fake a smile so wide that your cheeks hurt and realise that Suguru must’ve easily seen through it and figured out how annoyed you were. You give yourself some words of encouragement, “Get your shit together man. At this rate, you’re gonna end up as the single cat lady… and NOT the cute type.”

To make things easier, you put a ban on thinking about crushes and love-life for the day during an unnecessarily long shower. You grab a bag with all your essentials, text Luna about your whereabouts and make your way to the local cafe you frequented almost every other week.

“Hey! Look who showed up finally!” The cafe owner, Samantha smiles as she welcomes you.

“Hey Sam, been busy with work… you should know I’d never forget this cafe of all places!” you reply, smiling sheepishly.

“Ha ha, I believe you!” Sam has a heavily resonating voice that makes even her still empty cafe seem lively, “the regular?”

You nod, “Oh! Please make it take-away. I wanna sit in the park.”

“You got it!” she says as she vanishes in the back. You notice her rush around to decorate the glass shelves with freshly baked goods.

“Sam! Have you already prepared the Tiramisu, by any chance?” you ask her.

“Sorry love, that’s gonna take some time,” she yells back at you from the kitchen.

“Okay, no worries. I’ll come back for it some other time.”

Sam prepares your order in less than 10 minutes. You bid her goodbye as you merrily make your way to the park in anticipation of the first taste of your coffee and pain au chocolat, the best in town if someone were to personally ask you. You take the smallest sips, trying hard not to finish your coffee before you even reach the park.

Once you finally reach your destination and settle down on one of the wooden benches, you take a book out, plug your earphones in and take the first bite of the still warm pastry – heaven.

Your strategy to attain a peaceful solo date is a total flop – this realisation hits when you find it hard to concentrate even with classical music blasting in your earphones, reading the same sentence over and over till you finish eating the pastry.

Well, nevermind.

You close the book, placing it on the bench. As your mind wanders back to Choso, you change the playlist to pop to make it more ‘upbeat’.

Anything but Choso and Suguru, please!

You take another sip as you close your eyes, basking in the sun, resting your head on the backrest. The warm morning sun feels good, though you know you only have another half hour before it goes from pleasant to hellishly hot.

After about 5 minutes of direct sunlight dancing on your skin, you feel shadowed. You squint your eyes open to see a very sweaty Suguru smiling down at you, blocking the sun’s rays.

“Stop standing there like an eclipse,” you take your earphones out to speak to him.

“Good morning, ex-girlfriend.”

You give him another one of your fake smiles.

“May I?” he points at the space next to you. You nod as you move further to one corner of the bench, picking up your book in one hand with the coffee cup in another hand. The aroma of even the almost empty cup is so strong that it reaches him the minute he sits down.

“Cinnamon?” he asks in surprise. You nod. “But you used to hate cinnamon in coffee.”

“I like it now.”

“Hmm…” he pulls out the napkin tucked into the elastic of his sweat pants to wipe his face. His buff muscles glisten under the sunlight and you see his tattoos clearly for the first time. They still cut off at the bicep where his t-shirt begins and you wonder where the tattoos really end.

You snap out of it asap, feeling the need to make conversation to compensate for the staring, “I remember when you had your first tattoo.”

“This one?” he lifts the left corner of his shirt up till you see the traditional japanese design of a dragon on his outer oblique muscle. You turn away to finish your coffee, not allowing yourself to stare for too long.

“Yup,” you chuckle, remembering the memory – you’d forgotten the design but not what had happened. Suguru desperately wanted the tattoo but had to hide it somewhere his mother wouldn’t notice and you were the one to suggest its placement.

“That’s the only one that stands out on its own. I wish I’d endured mom’s scolding for a better placement,” he laughs, “it’s so pretty, shame it stays so hidden.”

‘Yeah, just roam around shirtless. Apparently you’d love the extra attention on you!’ You refrain yourself from saying it out aloud.

You notice a few women passing by, stealing glances at the man sitting next to you. Suguru still has the same effect, turning heads way too frequently.

“It's still the same… everyone still stares at you as if you’re some Greek god,” you observe as you chuckle.

“Everyone but you,” he states.

You turn to look at him and he's resting an arm over the backrest and his head tilting on his arm, looking at only you.

“Suguru,” you warn him.

“Yes?” He smiles.

“Stop it. I don't know what you’re trying to do but stop it.”

“Why? You liked me before. You'll like me again!” He states smugly. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, we both used to like each other, what's the harm in trying again?” He asks as he sits up straight.

“There's no again. Are you done exploring your options?” You try your best not to let the annoyance slip into your voice.

“That– I was young and immature!” He defends.

“And I've moved on,” you take a deep breath, “Look, if it's friendship you want, then sure, we can try being friends… but I doubt there can ever be anything more.”

“Friends…” he contemplates, “okay, we started out as friends before anyway.”

You roll your eyes as you shove your things in your bag and get up in a haste.

He grabs your wrist, “Wait, wait! I'm kidding! Friends it is.”

“Okay, cool,” you nod before leaving him on the bench anyway.

He takes steady steps behind you, “Where did you get that coffee? Smells delicious.”

“It's just around the corner. About 500 metres from the park's entrance,” you reply, still walking ahead of him. When you stop near the trash can to discard the empty cup, you hear him call your name again.

“Take me there?” He asks, grinning sheepishly at you. At that moment, you decide to cut him some slack. You could catch a break too, so you start walking in the cafe’s direction once again.

“Okay. Follow me.”

At the cafe, after Sam smirks at you when she sees you enter with such a ‘hottie’, you dismiss her hopes as you reaffirm that ‘he’s just a friend’ while ordering for him.

“I’ll tell you later. Long story,” you whisper to her as you take the cup and pastry to your table where Suguru had been waiting for you.

This time, you actually catch up with Suguru properly. You tell each other about your jobs, a summary of the past 5 years in about 15 minutes and finally end up on his talk with your mother, who really did try matchmaking when she gave him your landlord’s number.

“I KNEW IT! She denied it when I asked yesterday!” you complain.

“She always knew you had a crush on me,” he laughs.

“Well, guess I need to update her on my love life,” you joke back.

“So, what’s the deal with this Choso guy anyway?” He tests the waters.

“I don’t know yet. I just know that I like him a lot… so much so that I get lovesick when he’s not around,” you bite your tongue, trying hard not to talk too much since it felt weird to tell Suguru about this of all people. Still as he persists, you tell him about the night you lied about the fake relationship. He listens calmly.

“What about him? Does he feel the same way?” he asks when you’re done.

“Maybe?”

“You’re settling for a maybe? You fought me for a confession by grabbing my collar and threatening to punch me,” he scoffs.

You feel your cheeks get hot with embarrassment at the memory – one that is just as fresh in Suguru’s mind as it is in yours because it was the angriest he’d ever seen you.

“Clearly, I no longer use that approach,” you clear your throat. He simply shrugs.

“Well, we almost kissed yesterday,” you feel the need to defend yourself.

“Wuss… I actually did kiss you,” he retorts calmly.

“And you chickened out too… so,” you scoff, getting slightly annoyed, “right, maybe I should just give up on everyone since I keep falling for the same type each time.”

“Hey…” he reaches his hand out to place it on top of yours, “I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry.” He squeezes your hand and you feel a bit calmer.

“Suguru. I’d like to be your friend but just… please, let me ease into it slowly,” you sigh, defeated.

“Okay,” he smiles, holding your gaze.

You look down as you slowly pull your hand away in a way that doesn’t seem too harsh. He drinks the rest of his coffee in silence. The walk back home is quiet as well.

“Right, then I guess I’ll see you around,” you finally speak as you reach in front of your apartment door.

“Yes you will,” he says as he takes a few steps more till he’s leaning against his apartment door.

“Bye,” you smile as you open your door.

Suguru’s in no rush, still leaning lazily, waving at you till you’re out of his sight. It’s only when he hears your door lock click that he unlocks his door to go inside. Something he’d never admit out loud was that maybe a little part of him was hoping you’d call him over to talk some more.

~~~

You give Luna a brief summary, catching her up on your lore and for the first time, she admits how ‘fucked’ you are.

“Have you heard from Choso?” she asks.

You check your phone, “Nope.”

“Talk to him after work tomorrow,” Luna suggests. You nod. You were planning to if he doesn’t keep on ignoring you.

You decide to ignore the aches of your heart because you really needed to clear your head. So naturally, you binge about 10 episodes of Love Island for the rest of the day.

By midnight, you feel your eyelids get heavy but your brain still doesn’t feel sleepy. Instead, you find your consciousness drifting to a distant memory that still seemed as vivid as if it were just yesterday.

~ Flashback: 5 Years Ago ~

“Well, I called my mom and she said she’s not exactly ‘sure’ when they’d return,” you sigh.

“Hmm,” Suguru doesn’t look up from his books.

“I don’t know why your mom asks me to babysit a grownass man,” you joke as you sit on the corner of the table next to his textbooks.

“You were the one wanting to hang out with me,” Suguru mumbles, still concentrating on his reading.

“Suguru please, you’re boring me to death,” you complain.

“Unlike you, I really do need to study. I can’t just study everything the night before exams and get perfect grades.”

“SOMEBODY’S jealous,” you giggle. He brings the palm of his hand over your mouth to shut you up. You bite his skin lightly and he retracts his hand immediately. He finally looks up at you and you pout at him.

“Fine! What would you like to do?” he asks, closing the book shut.

“I don’t know,” you giggle.

“God, you’re annoying,” he says as he stands up in front of you.

“It’s an antidote for your boring ass,” you mock him back.

“My ass is anything but boring,” he scoffs.

“Yeah, I have noticed… just like every other girl in school,” you laugh.

“SOMEBODY’S jealous,” he mocks you.

“Me? As if! When hell freezes over,” you roll your eyes at him. He moves closer to you.

“You realise you make it so obvious,” he snickers as he leans closer, caging you by placing one hand on either side of you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie, a smile still plastered on your face as you stare into his eyes. You see his intention change in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warns you softly.

“Like what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“Like you’re in love with me,” he’s blunt.

Your breath hitches before you manage to speak, “And what if I am?”

He stares at you, figuring out whether you were still teasing him or actually managed to confess your feelings that he was already so painfully aware about.

He gives you a quick peck to gauge your reaction – you’re stunned… and bushing, but you don’t pull back. So he leans back in as he captures your lips in a kiss once again. You open your mouth slightly, not knowing what to do.

As he slowly slides his tongue in your mouth, you let him take the lead. You let him guide you as you go from someone who’d never been kissed to someone who learnt from the best. The rush of your first kiss takes over, making you feel more confident as your lips chase his plump ones, mirroring his ministrations.

Suguru’s hands move down your sides till he’s cupping your ass before tugging at your thighs. You hook your legs around his hips and your hands around his shoulders when his hands grip your waist to lift you off the table with ease. He walks you to his bed and your lips only part for a split second when your back hits the soft mattress.

Your arms are still wrapped around his neck before he pulls back, his chest heaves when he takes shallow breaths. You bring one hand to cup his face as you look at him so lovingly that it makes his knees feel weak.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls his t-shirt off in one swift motion. Your eyes wander down to his toned torso and to the plastic film that’s covering his still healing tattoo. He intertwines his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles before pinning your hands above your head. Burying his face into your neck, his teeth tug at your sensitive skin, causing you to let out an involuntary moan.

He brings one hand under your t-shirt, pulling your bra down to play with one of your hardened nipples. This new sensation makes your brain go hazy as you moan his name out loud.

He finds himself losing his composure as he grinds his hips against your crotch. You feel something hard rub against your clothed cunt each time he repeats the movement. You wish he'd tear off your clothes in that very instant. As if he can read your thoughts, Suguru pushes your t-shirt up over your chest.

Your eyes meet as he grins at you, yanking your bra down to expose your tits before his puffy wet lips close around one of your nipples and he sucks hard on the bud. You grip his hair roughly, “Suguru!”

“Ah– fuck,” he groans as he moves up to look into your eyes once again before kissing you hastily. Your sighs and restricted moans get lost on his tongue. He parts again, allowing you both to catch your breaths. You’re not sure for how long you’d been kissing but with every second that passes, you feel this insatiable hunger for more.

His lips sucking purple-blue claims over the flesh of your boobs makes your brain short circuit at the amount of pleasure taking over your senses. Your skin burns hot when his hand snakes down to unbutton your pants. You feel his hand shake as he dips it inside your pants, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head when he realises how wet you are.

“Shit– you’re so hot,” he swipes two fingers over your clothed cunt, pressing firmly against the wet fabric. You furrow your eyebrows as your head luls back and your back arches.

“Hey– hey,” he grabs your chin to make you look at him once again. He devours your lips once again, making your skin tingle as he bites your bottom lip.

“Suguru… I love–”

You pause and your eyes widen when you hear the main door open before you have a chance to finish your sentence. It’s clear that Suguru hears it too as he gets off of you instantly. He finds his t-shirt to put it on again and you rush into the bathroom to adjust your clothes when you hear footsteps outside his room door.

You hear his mom call your name outside and Suguru saying something but it's far from coherent — their voices drowned out by the rapid beating of your heart. You look in the mirror to fix your appearance before slowly opening the bathroom door.

“There you are, dear! You mum’s waiting downstairs,” his mom smiles at you and you notice Suguru already had his book opened, pretending to study as he sat on the chair.

“Oh yeah, alright. See you later,” you feel hot under her gaze.

“Bye, see ya,” Suguru looks at you and you rush downstairs.

“Everything alright? You look a bit sick,” you mom worries as you walk past her to the main door.

“Yeah, just tired,” you lie as you lead her out the door, carrying the shopping bags she had with her.

You don’t hear back from Suguru as he actively avoids you everywhere, so much so that he switches gym time to evade you. You text him but get no reply nonetheless. You feel disheartened and decide to give him some space… for about two weeks. The feeling eats you from inside – if you were going to be rejected, it’d better be a clear rejection without a speck of doubt.

So you end up at his house, ringing the doorbell when you know he’d usually be home from class. You press the bell once again when you get no response. As you start to wonder if this was a futile attempt, the door clicks open and Suguru peeps out, headphones hanging around his neck.

He looks surprised, not expecting you to show up at such a random time. But then he opens the door for you, the colour returning to his face as he prepares himself for the confrontation.

“Mum’s not home,” he speaks as he closes the door behind you.

“I know. She went out with my mom,” you make your way to the living room couch where his video game console is laid out.

“Would you like to play?” he asks as he settles next to you, picking up the console.

You stare at him in disbelief. One, you were already angry at him for ghosting you after your FIRST kiss, of all things. Two, seeing him playing a video game without a care in the world, while you had been miserable for the past two weeks, makes your blood boil.

“So, I guess we’re just going to avoid whatever’s going on between us?” you ask.

“Nothing’s going on between us,” he mumbles, eyes not sparing you a glance.

This was the first time you’d seen Suguru act this way. You’d never seen this side of him, and it makes you feel even more queasy.

“Suguru,” you warn him, “talk to me.”

“What’s there to talk abou–”

Before he gets a chance to finish his sentence, you’re almost pouncing on him, throwing his console to the ground before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“WHAT’S THERE TO TALK ABOUT?” you yell, absolutely livid. Your grip on his shirt tightens as your knee slightly slips off the couch. Suguru holds you in place, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist.

He sighs as he calls out your name, scared of your wrath for the first time as the anger burns in your eyes, “Please calm down.”

Your fingers are still tightly gripping his shirt, knuckles turning white, but your head slumps down as tears threaten to escape your eyes. It’s a premonition – wherever this is going, you already know it’s not going to end well.

“Can I explain?” he speaks softly as his hands come up to your wrists. You loosen your grip as you nod and he holds your wrists down softly, not letting them go as he continues, “I feel like I’ve fucked up our friendship. I knew you had a crush on me… it was a mistake, I– I never should’ve kissed you.”

“How can you be so cruel, Suguru? You knew yet you still… you’re the meanest,” your voice cracks.

“This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I knew you'd be like this… I just don’t want to break your heart. You know I’m not meant for serious shit,” he shakes his head, his thumbs rubbing over your skin in a not-so-consoling manner, “As much as I love y–”

“Bullshit,” you sniff.

He lets out a heavy sigh, “I know you. I don’t want to break your heart.”

“Then you shouldn't have kissed me!” you hit his chest with two weak punches.

“Because I’m still attracted to you! I just can’t be who you want me to be. I'm holding myself back because I don't want to treat you as if you're just another hook-up,” his fingers wrap around your wrists firmly this time, as if he’s preparing for you to hit him again.

You laugh in disbelief, “Is your brain really in your fucking dick? You know what? I’m so glad your mom interrupted us that day.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I just don’t want to make promises I won’t be able to keep… especially not with you,” his hands soften when your grip loosens as he tries to interlace his fingers with yours.

You feel your hands shake and take a deep breath. His lips brush against your fingertips lightly before he places a kiss on the back of your hand as he rests his forehead against yours.

He lets go of your hands to pull you closer into a hug instead – his arms wrapping around you in such a comforting way that it almost tricks you into believing everything is alright. But there it is again; he says your name as if it's an apology, whispering it so delicately in a desperate attempt to disarm your fury.

Despite the tears in your eyes betraying you, your face looks indifferent as you push him away slowly. You look him in the eyes as you dictate, “Don’t you ever dare talk to me again.”

~ End of Flashback ~

You wake up to the blaring sound of the alarm ringing incessantly as you try to fish your phone out from where it was lost somewhere in the blanket. By the time you manage to find it to snooze it for 10 more minutes, you’ve already wide awake.

As you make your way to the living room, Luna has laid out breakfast for two, already dressed up to leave for work.

“Good morn– wow,” she raises her eyebrows as she looks at your tired face.

“What?” you ask as you rub your eyes.

“Did you not sleep last night?”

“I did… not very well though,” you yawn as you sit on one of the chairs.

“Eat. You’ll feel better,” she hands you a plate of her famous omelette and toast.

You like being babied by Luna like this – something she had been doing for the past 4 days. You smile at her, the gratitude visible in your teary eyes.

“Has he talked to you yet?” she asks you. You shake your head, stuffing your mouth with the delicious food.

“He’s been acting weird all week… I asked Satoru but he doesn’t have a clue either… Was Choso really that affected by the Suguru thing?” Luna wonders.

“Damned if I knew,” you mumble. It was Thursday and Choso had successfully avoided you the whole week – speaking only when necessary and diligently skipping the smoke and coffee breaks at work.

“Just talk to him. I kinda feel bad that I was the one who started the lie,” Luna sighs.

“No… I’m just giving him space. He can talk to me whenever he wants,” you shrug, making the weakest excuse. In reality, you were worried about rejection for real this time. You were way too familiar with the telltale signs of an incoming heartbreak.

“I’m not home tonight so call him over,” Luna insists.

“Where are you going?” you ask.

“Satoru invited me over for movie night,” she giggles and you raise your eyebrows.

“Are you guys–”

“Nothing serious. We’re both hot and horny so we figured, why not?”

“Since when?” you enquire further, surprise visible on your face.

“I didn’t wanna bother you as it wasn’t anything important. You’ve not been exactly– you know… with this whole Choso Suguru ordeal,” she confesses.

“I’m sorry… I feel selfish for not even checking up on you sooner,” you apologise.

“It’s fine. We can gossip later. Just sort it out tonight,” she smiles at you.

You get up off your chair, swallowing the last bite hurriedly, and move closer to give her a kiss on the cheek, “Yes mother.”

“Now go get ready… you woke up really late,” Luna checks her phone for the time.

“Actually, I asked them to let me work from home for today,” you admit, guilt lacing your voice.

“Oh my god! You’re trying to avoid him too!” she gasps. You groan as you collapse on the sofa.

She grabs her things to leave, shooting a warning glance your way, “Tonight. Do it tonight!”

After you hear the door close when Luna leaves, you lie still for another 5 minutes, staring at the ceiling. You check your phone for the time – you had 15 minutes to log in for the day.

You lock your screen as you sit up, only to hastily open it again to send a text that was way overdue before making your way to the bathroom.

You: stop avoiding me. Come to my house after work.

The minute you’re done with your shower, you run straight to your phone, with your towel still wrapped around you as tiny drops of water drip on the floor where you stand. You open his chat to see what he had replied.

Cho <3: Ok.

Jeez. So dry.

You sigh as you throw your phone to the side and get ready for work. The quicker you finished your tasks for the day, the more time you’d have to prepare what you wanted to say to Choso.

The rest of your day is pretty ordinary. Focusing solely on work pays off when you finish everything by 5pm, with another hour left to log out. It’s only when your stomach growls loudly that you realise how hungry you’d been since you skipped lunch.

And that’s how the last hour goes by, cooking pasta from scratch and feasting on it all till you’d licked the whole dish clean. When the anxiety starts stirring up, you clean and dust the whole house to keep yourself occupied.

You check your phone again. There’s no text from Choso but it’s 30 minutes past office time so you figure he might be on his way. You take a quick hot shower to relax yourself and your doorbell rings right as you finish dressing up.

Stumbling on your feet as you quickly pull up your sweatpants, you run to the door. You take a deep breath before swinging the door open.

“Hi,” you smile at Choso, a sense of relief washing over because you’d half expected him to make some excuse and avoid coming over tonight.

“Hi,” he smiles back awkwardly. You’re about to invite him in when you see Suguru walk to his door with four huge grocery bags in both hands.

He has his phone pressed in between his ear and his shoulder. “Right… hmm, okay. That’ll work too i guess…” he continues speaking to someone on the other end. You wonder if he ignores you two to not make it awkward but your doubt is cleared up as soon as he mouths a ‘hi’ with a bright smile, still trying to wave at you with occupied hands.

Suguru looks so funny you almost let out a laugh but manage to hold yourself back, simply waving back at him. Suguru doesn’t bother looking at Choso, actively avoiding him as he quickly unlocks the door to his apartment, leaving the two of you alone again.

You refocus your attention on Choso once again, whose face isn’t as relaxed as it was moments ago.

“Come in,” you move to the side to make way for him but he doesn’t enter.

Instead he holds up the key in his hand, waving it in front of you, “Wanna go out for a ride instead? The weather’s nice.”

Your face lights up at the idea. You excuse yourself to quickly grab your phone, house keys and shoes as you follow behind him, making your way to his bike in the parking lot.

“I see you got your bike back from Satoru,” you make conversation as he puts on his helmet.

“Yeah… took forever to get his car repaired,” he chuckles. He turns to you to put the spare helmet on your head.

“How did you know I'd agree?” you ask him as he fastens the helmet securely on your head.

“I didn’t,” he looks at your face briefly before getting on the bike, “I was contemplating it myself.”

“So technically I can still say no and go back upstairs?” you question, your soul itching for answers.

“Yea, but I know you won’t,” he smiles as he waits for you, “Cause I know you.”

You feel annoyed. He’s not wrong. You agreed for the ride without even thinking about it.

You climb up as you sit at the edge, maintaining a gap between your bodies, “Then do you know how I’m feeling right now?”

“Annoyed,” he answers.

“Correct.”

He grabs your wrists, guiding them around his waist, pulling you closer to eliminate the space between, “Hold tight. Let’s get you some ice cream first.”

Your cheeks grow warm as you hug him tight from behind.

How can you be mad at him when he knows a hundred different ways to make you melt?

You ride in silence, the evening air dancing on your skin and you close your eyes as he speeds away on the open highway, taking the long route to your destination.

It’s so simple and mundane, yet not being locked up in your room makes you feel a lot calmer than you were a few hours ago.

Although you try hard to deny it to keep yourself from feeling so emotionally dependent – in reality, your mood changed the moment Choso had pulled you closer, his scent infiltrating your senses completely.

You open your eyes when you sense him park the bike. He gently takes off your helmet when you get off and you smoothen out your hair while he takes his off.

It’s only when you both sit in a corner of the cafe with your ice creams when he finally speaks up, “I was surprised to not see you at the office today.”

“I felt tired so I decided to work from home,” you answer.

“I know,” he says and you wait for him to continue, “Lu told me.”

You nod as you enjoy your ice cream in silence. He does the same.

“So…” you begin.

“I got jealous,” he cuts you off as he admits before you even think up a question.

“Oh,” you don’t know what else to say. Admittedly, you wanted to bring up the kiss first. But by the looks of it, he was skipping over it, so you decided that you would too.

“Are you sure you're over him?” Choso suddenly asks.

“What?” you ask confused.

“Suguru.”

“Yes! Why wouldn't I be?” you frown.

“Well it’s only been like what… 3-4 weeks since the breakup? And now he’s your neighbour too,” he lays out his logic… which wouldn’t make sense if only he knew the truth.

Right. About time you confess and set things straight!

But you couldn’t help but feel pathetic in this situation. The lie has been blown so out of proportion that each time you wish to speak, it feels as if you’d puke instead.

“I dont want to fuck things up between us,” he explains further and the words have a familiar ring to them from once upon a time ago.

In that moment, you realise not once has he explicitly mentioned that he likes you more than friends are supposed to and that scares you. This feeling’s familiar – actions can sometimes trick you more than words.

Confessions are different; they’re set in stone. ‘I like you’ can only be interpreted in one way, whereas a kiss, or in this case an almost kiss, can have multiple implications. So you bite your tongue once again.

“I don’t want to be just a rebound. I don’t want you to regret us,” he sighs.

“Trust me, you have no reason to be jealous, Cho— ah, shit!,” you fan your mouth as if it can help the brain freeze. Without even realising it, you’d taken a huge bite out of the ice cream while being lost in your thoughts.

Choso laughs as he sees you shake your head.

“Am I getting old so soon?” you chuckle when it passes, “My tongue’s heavy already! I could easily eat 10 of these.”

“Would you like to try mine?” he offers as he holds his spoon closer to your mouth. You nod immediately and he feeds you. You put your thumb up in approval.

“Wanna try this?” you ask and it’s your turn to move your cone closer to his mouth.

He brings his hand over yours, warm fingers wrapping around your cold ones as he guides the cone closer to his face. He leans forward to lick the melting ice cream and you wonder if he’s the one doing it so seductively or if it’s your head that’s always in the gutter.

“Better than mine,” he comments and you simply nod with a smile. Silence falls over again but it’s not as uncomfortable as before. When you’re done, you ride back home, taking the longer route once again.

When you reach the parking lot, you talk about work and other insignificant things. He’s taken off his helmet along with yours, as he leans against the parked bike. You wonder if it’s a sign that he wants you to invite him up.

“Cho,” you almost mumble.

“Yes?” he asks, folding his hands to his chest and you can see the outline of his biceps through the thin cotton shirt. You tear your eyes away from his body to stare into his eyes instead.

“Just don’t ghost me again,” you warn him, “I hate it. Whatever it is, just talk to me.”

“How can I ghost you? My day’s incomplete without seeing your cute face,” he smiles.

“Right, as if I believe you now!” you roll your eyes, making him laugh.

“I’m sorry,” he extends his hands out to hold yours, pulling you a step closer towards him.

You look down at your hands as you bite your lip in contemplation, trying to form a proper sentence to invite him upstairs. He calls out your name to grab your attention. You look up at him again.

“Let's take it slow?” Choso asks.

Oh.

“Okay,” you nod.

“Okay,” he smiles as he squeezes your hands.

“How about now?” you joke.

He laughs as he shakes his head, “Stop being so cute.”

You blush at his words but still sigh as your tone gets more sincere, “but okay, I understand.”

“Oh! By the way, I'm going home for the weekend. Just saying, I’m not ghosting you again. Might even miss you… just a little bit,” he grins.

“I won’t miss you at all!” you tease back, “Good night Cho.”

Choso laughs again as he stands up straight to encase you into a hug. His arms snake around your waist as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. Your hands rest on his chest as you feel him inhale your scent softly.

“Cho, it tickles,” you giggle but don’t push him away. Instead you slide your hands up his shoulders.

“You make it so fucking hard for me to control myself,” he mumbles so quietly that you almost miss it.

“You know… Lu’s not home tonight,” you whisper as you hesitantly wrap your arms around his neck.

He takes a moment to speak up as you lazily caress the back of his head.

“Slow,” he scolds.

“You totally considered it for a second!” you gasp.

“Shhh,” his face is still buried against your neck as his arms wrap around your waist even tighter. You feel goosebumps all over your skin when he pecks the corner of your jaw softly, “Good night.”

Before you realise it, he releases you from his hold, quickly hopping on his bike, ready to leave. He turns to look at you once again and you wave at him as he exits the parking lot.

When he’s out of sight, you turn around to walk up to your apartment. As you walk back in a haze, you decide that you would come clean about the lie and confess your feelings when he returns on Monday.

For better or for worse – you had made up your mind to rip the concrete band-aid off once and for all.

~to be continued~

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babydollmarauders · 2 years

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SLEEP — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.” with Luke.

“nap time?” my boyfriend asks as he walks into his room. i was already here, laying in his bed and awaiting his return from morning practice for our daily nap.

the routine had started as an accident, us having fallen asleep one day before his game when we were spending some time together. but now it’s become a good luck tradition; i wait for him in his room during morning practice and then he comes home and we nap together until he has to wake up to get ready and leave for his game, in which case i ride with him to the arena to watch him play.

“finally! i was about to fall asleep without you.” i tell him. Luke just smiles, stripping off his hoodie and throwing it to me, leaving him in a t-shirt and sweatpants. i slip the hoodie over my head, burrowing inside it’s warmth, as he crawls in bed beside me. allowing him to pull my body close to his, i snuggle my face into the crook of his neck and let out a content sigh. i close my eyes, letting myself drift to sleep, happy in his arms.

i’m stirred awake by the sound of whispers, the culprits not doing the best job at keeping quiet.

“they’re so cute when they’re asleep.” someone says.

“yeah, cause they’re not telling me ‘Ethan, no!’ and ‘Ethan, get down from there!’ and ‘Ethan, stop doing that. you’re gonna fall and get hurt.’. they’re such buzzkills.” now i know that voice was Ethan Edwards.

“to be fair, they’re usually in the right when they say those things.” another voice pipes up.

“shut up.” i groan, swatting at someone hand that’s currently tickling my nose.

“ow.” Ethan dramatizes and then stage whispers a “bitch.”

“Ethan, if you wanna keep playing hockey, i suggest you take that back.” Luke mumbles, burrowing his face farther into me.

“sorry, mom.” Ethan drags out, and i already know he’s rolling his eyes without even opening my own. i finally crack my eyes open to find Mark, Ethan, Dylan, and Mackie standing in front of the bed.

“what do you guys want?” i whine, scrunching up my nose.

“we have to leave in like 15 minutes.” Mackie says, making Luke pop up.

“what? no, i set my alarm to go off forty-five minutes before we have to leave.” he picks his phone up, checking the time and cursing before sliding out of the bed. i watch my boyfriend run around the room, telling the boys to get out as he gets changed into his arrival outfit.

my own phone buzzes with an incoming text, and i pick up the screen to find a message from Dylan with a picture of Luke and i sleeping.

“aww babe, look at us.” i turn the phone around for him to see but he’s still rushing around the room.

“no time, babe. let’s go.” he tells me. i sigh, rising from the bed to just slip on my shoes and follow him out the door.

i guess it’s time to watch my boyfriend win another game.

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y/noninsta game day naps are my favorite times with you 💙💛

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lhughes_06 love you baby

y/noninsta i love you too sweet boy

edwards.73 yeah they’re my fav too cause i don’t have you guys yelling at me

y/noninsta who else is gonna tell you not to try doing a back flip off the kitchen counter right next to the flaming stovetop?

edwards.73 i still think i could’ve landed it

lhughes_06 and i still think y/n and i would’ve been the ones stuck driving you to the hospital with a broken nose and 2nd degree burns but hey what do i know?

edwards.73 you guys have no faith in me

jackhughes gross this is not the content i signed up for

y/noninsta i could block you. would that help? ☺️

elblue6 you guys are too cute!

y/noninsta at least someone appreciates us! thank you mama El!

#faithlynn’s 500 celly!#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #umich hockey #umich boys #umich blurbs #umich imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3

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joeybluvs · 9 months

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Lover: Chapter II

Authors Note: Hi guys this is chapter two to Lover if you didn't already go read the first part if you want 💗.

Warnings: fluff, LSU Joe, Smut, Spitting into mouth, I can't think of anything else.

Word Count: 1.9k

The Next Morning:

Joe wakes up the next morning, he checks his phone and receives a text from you.

He reads the text, good morning Joe...face time?, the text reads.

Joe's heart skips a beat as he sees your message, good morning , he text back with a grin on his face, face time sounds great, he text you before he taps the face time call button and awaits your answer, his excitement growing to see you with each passing second.

You answer, when you answer you are in your small bathroom in your dorm room curling your hair. "Heyyy", you say with excitement.

"Hey", he says with a warm smile. "You look beautiful this morning", he takes in the sight of you curling your hair, his gaze lingering on your beautiful face.

"You don't look half bad yourself", you say with a smile.

He laughs slightly, running his hand through his hair. "So, what are your plans for today."

"Hold that thought do you mind giving an opinion on an outfit." you smile.

"Sure," he says with a grin. "I'd be happy to help". He waits patiently as you go through your outfit choices, offering suggestions and compliments when prompted.

"So I was thinking either this blue flowy crop top with light blue ripped jeans or this orange crop top and dark blue ripped jeans".

"I think both outfits would look amazing on you, but since I have to choose...I think the blue crop top and the light blue jeans they just seem to compliment your hair better." He says with a big smile on his face.

"Aw thank you so much for helping Joey." you say.

"No problem," he says with a smile.

"What time is your practice at today," you say.

"Practice starts at 2 PM...I could pick you up after if you would like."

"How about you pick me up after practice and then we could go on our first date," you say with a smile.

"That sounds perfect," he says with a grin. "I'll see you after practice then." He gives you one last smile before hanging up the phone and heading to start getting ready himself.

After practice

As the practice draws to a close and he showers, Joe's heart beats just slightly faster with anticipation due to the excitement of going on a date with you.

He gets into his car and gets a text from you that reads, I am at this restaurant downtown i'll send you the location if you wanna meet here.

Sure, he replies.

He gets the location and text you that he will be there shortly.

15 minutes later

Joe arrives at the restaurant. He steps out of his car and fixes his shirt before stepping into the restaurant. He scans the restaurant searching for her familiar face.

You see him looking for you and do a small wave at him trying to catch his attention.

Spotting you waving at him, he walks confidently over to the table trying not to let his nerves show. As he approaches he says. "You look beautiful."

"Aw, thank you." you say blushing.

"So Joe...I was wondering if this date goes well if maybe you would like to be my boyfriend.' You pause before continuing. "I know it is a little soon but you seem really sweet Joe."

Joe's heart skips a beat at her question and he looks into her eyes searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, he smiles and leans in a bit closer to you. "We could give it a try I would love to be able to call you my girlfriend." He says with a smile on his face.

"You're beautiful," Joe whispers softly.

"Joe...you are so sweet," You say back to him.

"I'm just being honest," he replies with a smile. "I mean every word I say to you," He gently rubs her hand which is sitting on the table.

You guys finish up diner doing typical first date things like learning more about each other.

After Diner

"So do you maybe wanna meet up at my dorm. My roommate still hasn't gotten here yet so it is only me currently," You say.

"Of course," Joe respondes with a smile. "I'd like that very much." He takes her hand in his and squeezes it lightly as they head out of the restaurant and head to their respective cars.

"Alright bye be careful, just follow me okay," You say getting in her car.

At her dorm

They both enter your dorm "You can spend the night if you want since my roommate isn't here yet," You say with a soft smile.

The offer catches him off guard but in a good way. His heart pounds in excitement at the possibility of spending the night together. "That would be great," he manages to say, trying to calm his nerves. "Thank you."

"No problem," You say in response.

As they settle into the room, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment. They talk about their day, share laughs and secrets, and eventually find themselves lost in each other's eyes once more. (Authors note: sorry that was probably cringey)

"Is it alright if I kiss you," You say softly.

He nods yes and you lean in and start kissing him which quickly turns into a make out session.

As they tangle together in a heated embrace, Joe can feel himself losing control. His heart beats rapidly against his chest, every fiber of his being yearning for more. He deepens the kiss, losing himself in the sensation of her lips against his own.

As the passionate kiss intensifies, Joe's mind drifts back to the previous night. The memory of your moans and gasps echo in his ears, fueling his desire even further.

Feeling your body pressed against his, Joe's hands wander up her back and into your hair. He pulls away slightly to catch his breath but doesn't break their connection. His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt before he leans in once more, hungry for more.

"I can tell you want something more Joe," You say smirking.

Joe's heart skips a beat at her words. "You have no idea," he whispers back, his voice barely above a whisper. He deepens their kiss once more, his tongue dancing with hers in a slow, sensual rhythm that sends shivers down his spine.

"Tell me what you want," You say seductively.

Breaking the kiss, Joe looks deeply into her eyes. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can feel his blood pulsing through his veins. "I want you," he says softly, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I want you so fucking bad."

Hearing his confession, yourr eyes widen slightly before you lean in and kisses him again. This time, it's different—more intense than before. Their tongues dance together as they explore each other's mouths with newfound passion and desire.

"Do you wanna have sex?" You ask seductively.

As their kiss breaks once more, Joe looks deeply into her eyes. "Yes," he whispers back, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "I want to make love to you."

You both quickly strip down to being naked.

His heart is racing now, and he can feel himself growing hard with anticipation. He reaches out to touch you, running his fingers lightly over your stomach before trailing lower down her body.

You let out a low moan at his touch.

Feeling you moan beneath his touch, Joe's control begins to slip further. He kisses you deeply again, your tongues tangling together in a heated dance as he continues his exploration. His hands slide up her thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

"I can't wait any longer Joe." You say softly.

With one final look into her eyes, Joe gives in to the passion that's been building between you guys. He slides inside of you, feeling your tightness engulf him.

"Oh fuck," you moan so loudly that your neighbors could probably hear you but you don't care.

As he begins to move inside you, Joe's world narrows down to the feeling of their bodies connecting. He groans softly against yourr lips, his eyes closed tightly as he tries to maintain control.

With each thrust, Joe hits a new spot inside you that sends shivers down his spine. He picks up the pace, losing himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking. His hands move to grasp your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he drives deeper into you.

As yourr bodies collide, Joe's breathing becomes ragged. He can feel the heat building between them, and he knows you guys are getting close. With one final push, he buries himself inside her, feeling her walls clench around him.

"Faster," you moan loudly.

Feeling the urgency in your voice, Joe picks up the pace even more. His movements become erratic as he tries to find that perfect spot inside you again and again. Sweat begins to bead on his forehead as he loses himself in their passionate union once more.

You stick out your tongue insinuating that you want him to spit in your mouth.

His eyes widen slightly at this unexpected request but without hesitation, he complies, spitting into your mouth. It's messy and taboo, but he can feel the desire burning in both of them, and he can't resist giving in to it.

You swallow his spit while looking into his eyes.

"I am gonna cum Joe!" You moan loudly.

Joe's thrusts become even faster and deeper. He wants to feel your orgasm as much as he wants to releaseas well. "Cum for me," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire.

You release around his cock "Are you close, if you are let me suck you I want to taste your cum." You say breathlessly.

Feeling your walls tighten around him, Joe knows he's close. "Yes," he pants, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He pulls out of her and you get on your knees and starts taking him in your mouth.

"Come on Joe cum in my mouth." You say between sucks.

Joe's hips buck as he releases inside your mouth, filling it with his hot seed. The sensation of yourr warmth and the suction around his cock send him spiraling into bliss. "Fuck, that feels good,"

You swallow every last drop of his cum while starting into his eyes.

As he feels his climax begin to subside, Joe looks down at you with a mix of pride and satisfaction. You both collapse onto the, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they catch their breath.

You kiss his forehead sweetly.

"That was...damn," he pants, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. He nuzzles his face against yours, their hearts still pounding in unison.

You kiss him on the lips. "You are amazing Joe." You say smiling.

Joe blushes even deeper at her praise, his heart swelling with love. He returns the kiss, his mouth warm and tender against hers. They lie there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.

"So are you staying overnight." You ask softly.

"If that's alright with you," he murmurs sleepily against your skin. He nuzzles closer, already feeling the comfort of your embrace seeping into his bones.

"Oh it is definitely alright." You say as you move to lay onto his chest.

Smiling softly, Joe drifts off to sleep with your warmth surrounding him.

Authors note: I am sorry if this is bad (which it probably is) I wrote this at like 3 in the morning but I hope you like it 🥰🥰

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