#idk if you could tell by the multiple corner kisses but i have a slight fixation w the idea of a kiss on the corner of jaehyuns mouth :

[yunogf]

Valentine's Day circa 1997

[sweetighnari]

Made With Love

Kamisato Ayato x fem!reader

Prompt: Ayato makes you a gift instead of buying one, with Ayaka’s help, because you have been having a really bad day.

Warnings: uhhhh slight ooc, idk honestly it isn’t going to be bad

Word count: 741

A/N: this is shorter than I was expecting, but I think it’s perfect and I guess that’s really all that matters, right? 

Life was not going your way today. Your boss sided against you to keep a customer happy, your most comfortable work shoes fell apart in the middle of your walk home, and you dropped your keys while trying to open your front door. The only thing that you knew could possibly make your day better would be to see your beloved Ayato, so after wiping the tears of frustration off your cheeks, you picked up your keys and headed towards the Kamisato Estate. You were not expecting to be told he wasn’t at home.

“I’m sorry, y/n, Ayato has stepped out, but you are more than welcome to stay and wait, he said he would be back within the hour,” Thoma, the blonde groundskeeper said, scratching the back of his head apologetically. He really felt bad for having to tell you a lie, knowing that the commissioner was on the other side of the estate, in a small unused room with his sister, putting together a basket of items he knew you enjoyed. The busy man, who was rarely seen out of his office, had gotten word from the servants about how you had a bad day from the incident at work and the broken shoes. 

“Brother, why not just purchase a basket that has been put together already?” Ayaka quietly asks, having seen you coming up the main walkway just moments prior, looking between the small table she was kneeled in front of and Ayato who was across from her. “I couldn’t find one that was worthy of y/n, they only deserve the best, which means making it myself.” His voice laced with both concern and deep love for you, while he placed a soft blanket tied with a icy blue ribbon at the bottom. He set several bags of your favorite candy to the left, a small bottle of your favorite bubble bath to the right, and filled in the remaining open area with a small hairpin you had mentioned wanting to save up for. 

His sister took it upon herself to adjust the way the bags of candy had been sitting, taking care to keep the place they were in the same, so that you could see the multiple that had been placed. The younger sibling stepped away as Ayato lifted the basket and started to walk out of your room, before picking up the bouquet of your favorite flowers, following her older brother as he spoke to no one in particular. 

“I have this for you, as a… no.” Head shake and a deep breath, “Y/n, I heard how your day was, I-” he stopped as soon as he entered the main building of the estate, behind a closed door and a single turn, hearing the way you were talking to Thoma, about how “as if to make my day worse, when I tried to get into my house, I dropped my keys and that was the last thing I needed today.” 

Rounding the corner, he gently took the flowers from his sister, placing them across the top of the gifts within the basket he had made and balancing the basket on his arm in one swift motion. “Y/n, my love,” he started quietly after entering the room you were in, “I can’t begin to imagine how you felt today, but I wanted to try and make it a little better.” Presenting the basket to you, he gave a small, soft smile. “I, well we, made it for you,” he set it on the table while Ayaka also entered the room. 

“Thank you so much, both of you,” you felt more tears rolling down your face again, sniffling and wiping them with the already soaked sleeve of your jacket. The blue haired man stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you tightly, kissing your hair. After a moment, you both stepped back, him offering you his arm, while you picked up the basket, “why don’t we sit outside, the sun is still up, and you can look at your gifts,” his voice was only a slight bit quieter than his usual volume, while leading you to the front door, opening it for you and ushering you outside into the warm, orange glow of the sunset. Today might’ve had a very rough first half, but with a very loving boyfriend, you were certain in the rest of it being better.

[moonhoures]

first love part 3

pairing: soobin (txt) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, college!au, angst, fluff, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, minors do not interact, oral (f & m receiving), facial, cum eating, light choking, overstimuation, finger sucking, soft dom!soobin, sulky & jealous!soobin, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control so), vaginal penetration, slight mention of breeding kink?, nipple play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, soobin calls reader “slut” like once, marking, hair pulling, aftercare in the shower, idk if it’s considered exhibitionism but they have sex in a house where other people are sleeping?, and i think that’s everything. let me know if i missed anything!

word count: ~20.9K

synopsis:

disclaimer: i completely made up the names for soobin’s family members. this is all fictional and in no way does it portray his family irl. none of this is meant to disrespect his family, so please don’t take it seriously. we’re here to have fun :)

a/n: first, thank you to everyone who read the first two parts and enjoyed them/left feedback, i appreciate you more than you know. thank you for also being so patient while i worked on this part! i know it was a super long wait. again, i’m sorry for that! second, the formatting on this is fucked up, but ‘ ― ― ― ‘ is considered a little time skip. happy holidays!!!! xoxo

posted: december 22, 2021

haven’t read the first love series? you can catch up here

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

The tiny, loose strand on the hem of your skirt fell limp as you let go of it, turning your attention to your boyfriend in the driver’s seat. He met your eyes quickly before returning them to the road, but in that small moment you could see a glimpse of worry.

“Yeah,” you repeated it again, not sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself, “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“Because you’ve barely spoken since we dropped Yeonjun off,” he replied.

You wanted to rebuttal and tell him it wasn’t true, but when you took note of the time, you realized he was right. The two of you dropped your mutual friend off at the train station as it was on the way to Soobin’s parents house.

That’s right. Today was the day you would finally meet his family. After Yeonjun was left at the station, you had thirty minutes left until you would arrive at Soobin’s childhood home. The entire ride you spent the time in internal turmoil, stressing about the ‘what if’s. What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough for Soobin? What if I don’t meet their expectations? What if they don’t like their gifts? You got so immersed in your negative thoughts that Soobin had noticed your distressed expression shortly after your extended silence.

“Did you forget anything back at your dorm? Because we can turn back,” he said. You looked at him with wide eyes, an unbelieving smile creeping on the corners of your lips. Even if you had left anything behind, there was no way on Earth you were going to let him turn around and make the forty-five-minute drive back for it.

“No, Soobin. I didn’t leave anything. I’m just nervous is all,” you explained, turning away to avoid his gaze. Instead, you watched the random town you were in whiz by you outside the window.

“Why?” he asked, a pout evident in his voice, “You said you were really excited, and they’re all looking forward to meeting you. You can’t back out on me now, _______.”

He said the last sentence in a playfully threatening tone, making a grin appear on your lips. It grew wider when you felt his hand reach over to comfortingly rub your lower thigh. Your eyes made contact with his again before he smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek. He added, “We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves. You had daydreamed about this day for so long. Soobin had told stories about growing up with his siblings—his sister forcing him to have tea parties with her or fighting with his brother over video games. His eyes always lit up when he spoke about his sister’s son, often showing you pictures of him. He was a toddler now, and Soobin would gush to you about how fun it was being an uncle. Like he said, you were really excited to meet them, so why was your stomach in knots?

“We’re here!” he announced, pulling you from your wandering thoughts again. You took note of how nice the neighborhood was, and his house was no exception. It was a two story, with a nice front lawn and a spacious driveway that was currently taken up by three vehicles, leaving only space for him to park. “Looks like my brother’s already here. I guess my sister will come by for dinner.”

Soobin told you to leave the luggage in the car for now, eagerly gesturing for you to follow him inside. You had only enough time to give yourself a once-over in the car window’s reflection before he took your hand and had you following him up the driveway to the front door. He opened the door with one hand as his other one held yours, squeezing it reassuringly while he guided you inside, “Mom! Dad! We’re home~!”

An unintelligible shout came from somewhere in the house, followed by the sounds of footsteps. While the sounds made their way towards you, you admired the living room. The furniture was set up nicely, facing the middle of the room that was nice and open for a pretty rug that matched the drapes over the window. A fireplace was lit on the other side of the room between the lit-up, decorated Christmas tree and the staircase that led to the second floor. The bottom of the staircase met the doorway to the dining room where Soobin’s mother emerged, a huge grin on her face at the sight of the two of you.

Soobin closed the door behind you before turning to her and engulfing her in a big bear hug. You watched with a happy heart as she pressed kisses to his cheeks.

“Mom, you’re acting like you didn’t see me two months ago,” he joked, laughing as she pinched his cheek.

“And you’re acting like a mother can’t miss her son,” she replied with equal attitude before turning to you. For a moment you wondered how her smile could get any bigger, but it did. She reached forward and enveloped you in an equally big hug, patting your back, “It’s so nice to finally see you! You’re so much prettier in person.”

You recalled when Soobin had visited for Chuseok, he had FaceTimed you one night, and his mother had walked in. She had begged him to see you over the phone and when he showed you on the other side, she was just as happy then as she was now. She was the one to suggest making concrete plans for you to visit for winter break, and that’s how you ended up here now.

Soobin’s father followed soon after, embracing Soobin in a hug before doing the same to you, “Yes, his mother has been talking about meeting you all morning.”

His words caused your cheeks to warm up, the flattery making your heart weak but happy. Their positive words were comforting as opposed to the worries you had during the ride here. Soobin’s father asked about the ride, if there was any traffic. His mother complimented your outfit, asking where you got your pieces from. In the midst of the conversation, you noticed a man—who you concluded was Soobin’s brother—coming from the kitchen to join the four of you.

“Welcome home, Soobin,” he smiled, getting your boyfriend’s attention as he embraced him.

“Sungmin~ This is my girlfriend, _______,” Soobin stepped aside, gesturing to you. You politely greeted him, reaching out to shake his hand which he accepted.

“Mom was right, you are very beautiful in person,” he commented, “For a while I was starting to believe Soobin was making you up.”

You chuckled softly, “Nope. I’m very much real. And thank you, you’re very handsome as well.”

You had seen him in photographs before, but only the ones on Soobin’s social media. The photos weren’t updated though; his brother looked different now than he did in the pictures you saw. He just seemed more put-together and mature—given, he was probably in college in the pictures you saw. And from what you understood, he had graduated a couple years ago now. He carried himself confidently and his smile was charming. You could immediately tell that Soobin took after his mother and sister more and his brother took after his father.

“You guys must be exhausted from your trip,” his mother spoke, “Would you like drinks? Food?”

You shook your head, “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Okay, well, Soobin, why don’t you and your father go get your luggage, and I’ll give _______ a tour of the house?”

“Alright, Mom.”

― ― ―

“Uh, this- This used to be Soobin’s and his brother’s room. We turned it into an office after they moved out. This is just our coat closet, and this is the guest bedroom where you’ll be staying. It used to be his sister’s room. There’s an en-suite bathroom, so you won’t have to go downstairs to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.”

Soobin’s mother opened the room to the bedroom she was referring to, revealing a generous-sized room, a queen-sized bed in the middle with nice wooden posts. There was a door to the right that was open, showing that there was a sink, toilet, and shower inside.

“And that’s all of the house,” she wrapped up, right on time for Soobin and Sungmin to walk up with the last of the bags. “Oh honey, yours will go downstairs.”

“But I thought you said we were staying up here?” Soobin questioned.

“________ is staying up here. You two boys will be sleeping in the living room on the pull-out couch,” she explained, causing your boyfriend to groan in slight annoyance. You were a little bummed when you realized what she meant too, but you understood her reasoning. Your mother would’ve done the same.

“Mom, come on. Soobin is a good kid, and responsible. Let them share the room,” Sungmin spoke up. His mother looked conflicted, as if she wanted to keep her foot down but she also didn’t want to look like the bad guy. You were about to insist that you were fine with the arrangement when his brother spoke again, “I’m sure _______ will be more comfortable rooming with Soobin than by herself, and let’s be real. They’ve probably slept in the same bed before now anyways, right?”

Your cheeks felt aflame from his question, and you could tell Soobin was just as embarrassed by the remark, but he answered, “Yes. A few times, but we will be on our best behavior. Promise.”

His mother gave Sungmin a pointed look before turning to Soobin with the same look. After a moment, she sighed, “Fine, but no funny business.”

She directed the order at Soobin who nodded fervently. She turned to you with her familiar smile, “I trust you two. It’s just hard accepting that all my babies are adults now.”

You nodded, “I understand. My mom is the same way. Like Soobin said, we’ll be on our best behavior, Mrs. Choi.”

“Good,” she sighed again, but more from relief than defeat. She spoke out loud before turning to Soobin, “Well, I’ll let you two settle in while I finish preparing dinner. Your sister should be here soon.”

― ― ―

Soobin’s sister, Heejin, arrived right in time for dinner, with her husband and toddler in tow. She was gorgeous and did indeed share several similarities to her mother as well as your boyfriend. She greeted you with open arms and a comforting smile that made you long for a sister you never had growing up.

“_______, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person. This is my husband, Dohyun, and I’m sure Soobin’s shown you pictures of Jiwon.”

Her husband was sweet, introducing himself with a handshake. Her son, however, in his childish daze, sped past you to envelop Soobin’s legs in a tight hug, causing all of you to laugh. Your boyfriend picked him up by his armpits, swinging him up in the air before attacking his cheeks in kisses.

“He’s told me all about him,” you assured her, “And it’s nice to meet you, too. I’ve been looking forward to this for months.”

“Trust me, so have we,” she nodded, “Especially that one.”

She pointed to her mom who was now hugging and coddling her only grand baby while Soobin’s father asked him how excited he was to open presents.

Within minutes you found yourself in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in conversation with Heejin and her mother as the boys of the family occupied the living room. Soobin’s mom was checking on all of the food, making sure everything was cooking well while Heejin prepared drinks and silverware. You had offered to help, but since you were considered an honorary guest, they insisted you not do any ‘work’ for now. So, you sighed in defeat and obliged in conversation with them, and you had to admit you were really enjoying yourself.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Soobin was sitting with Jiwon on the floor, play-fighting with the young boy while his father, brother, and brother-in-law sat on the couch and recliners.

“She seems to be fitting in nicely so far,” Dohyun commented towards Soobin, the implication being that he was talking about you.

Soobin’s lips curled into a smile as he nodded, now only half paying attention to his energetic nephew by his side, “Yeah, it’s great. If everything works out, I want to bring her home for every holiday.”

“Have you visited her parents yet?” his father asked him.

“No, but she mentioned that she wanted to invite me for spring break.”

His dad nodded in understanding before his eyes looked over and settled on his eldest son, “And you, what happened with Yoona?”

Sungmin looked slightly annoyed by the question, piquing the other men’s curiosity, “I told Mom she wouldn’t be coming with me.”

Yoona was Sungmin’s girlfriend of almost a year. Soobin’s parents had met her several times and loved her, and she had made an appearance at their home for Chuseok just a few months ago. Which is why his father felt the need to ask why she didn’t join him now when she was invited.

“Did you guys break up?” Dohyun asked.

Sungmin nodded reluctantly, “She called me last week and broke things off. Said she needed to focus on finishing school and didn’t have time for our relationship.”

While his father and brother-in-law consoled him, offering words of encouragement for another opportunity, Soobin found himself thinking. Ever since his first relationship in high school, Sungmin was always the type to move quickly with girls. He wanted the most out of everything, and when things went south, he quickly picked himself up and moved on. If he was going through a breakup now, it was only a matter of time before he looked for someone new to get his hands on.

― ― ―

“Dinner’s ready!”

The sound of various chairs lightly dragging against the floor filled the dining room as the eight of you got seated. You sat at the end of one side of the table, Soobin to your right and his father to your left at the head of the table. Sungmin sat across from you while Dohyun sat between him and Heejin. Jiwon sat across from his mom, and lastly, Soobin’s mom sat at the other end of the table.

Food was passed around as discussions started among the family. Soobin’s father was speaking to Dohyun about work. Heejin and her mother were discussing daycare arrangements of Jiwon next year. Soobin was intently listening to Jiwon who was gushing about the toy train set he saw at a store earlier this week. Which left you pawing at your food with your fork, worrying if you looked as out of place as you felt.

“_______, what are you majoring in again?”

Your head lifted at the quiet mention of your name from across the table, and you made eye contact with Sungmin, “I’m a technical Music major.”

“Ah, so like music composition?”

“And production, yes,” you added, inwardly thankful that he was making an effort to befriend you, “What did you go to college for?”

He was briefly interrupted by his father asking him to pass the sweet potato noodles, but he eventually answered, “I graduated with a major in business and minor in marketing.“

Your eyebrows raised in interest, “My father works in marketing. Have you got a solid job yet? I could give you his contact information later. I’m sure he could help you get a job with him.”

The two of you continued talking about his career, and eventually you got comfortable talking about other topics such as school and hobbies and traveling. Soobin found himself growing envious of the attention you were giving his brother. Before your trip he had predicted that you and Heejin would hit it off, so it slightly annoyed him to see it wasn’t her but his brother that you clicked with.

Once everyone was full and the plates were empty, you insisted on helping Soobin’s mother with cleaning the dishes. She called on one more volunteer jokingly and before Soobin could even think of answering, Sungmin was up and playfully arguing over the silverware with you. Your boyfriend watched the two of you follow his mother into the kitchen, pouting when he could hear you laughing at a joke Sungmin must have told you. He willed himself to smile at Jiwon when he tugged on his sleeve and begged him to play with him in the living room where Heejin and Dohyun were already going with his father to watch TV. Soobin gave the kitchen one more glance before nodding and agreeing with his nephew, following him into the living room.

― ― ―

“I think that’s everything washed,” Soobin’s mother declared, drying her damp hands on a clean dish towel. Sungmin handed you the last few clean dinner plates to put back in the cupboard. “Sungmin, could you and ________ get the smaller plates out for dessert?”

“Ooh, what’s for dessert?” you asked, eyes lighting up at the idea of a good pie and some ice cream to top it off.

“Heejin brought some chocolate cake. Her friend owns a bakery and always makes us one for the holidays. It’s delicious,” Sungmin explained just as his mother pulled out a cake box and placed it on the counter. She opened the top to reveal a beautiful chocolate cake with dark icing and rosettes in white and red spaced out along the edges.

She tasked you and Sungmin with slicing the cake evenly and placing the slices on the dessert plates for everyone. Once that was done, you went to hand them out to everyone in the living room. Soobin was the last person you went to hand a plate to, but he declined, and that was the first time you noticed something was off about him. You gave him a look that said, ‘what’s wrong?’ without having to say it out loud, but he simply shook his head and gestured for you to keep the dessert for yourself. You decided to just leave it be and kept the plate, sitting beside him at the edge of the couch.

As everyone began eating their cake, you also dug into it with your fork, enjoying the taste of the fluffy, rich chocolate with the sweet icing. You were so invested in the cake as well as the story Heejin was telling her father about the new store her baker friend was building to even notice Sungmin and his mother entering the kitchen with their own cake in hands. But Soobin immediately took note of the glance his brother gave towards you as he decided on where to sit. Luckily for Soobin, there was no spot near you, so Sungmin had no other option than to take a seat on the couch across from the two of you. However, this didn’t stop him from taking what he thought were subtle glimpses in your direction. Maybe they were subtle enough not to get anyone else’s attention, but Soobin noticed every single one.

Now, Soobin never considered himself the jealous type even when the two of you started dating. He had full trust in you and never thought twice about any time you interacted with a guy—whether it be his close guy friends like Yeonjun or a random dude from one of your classes. But for some reason, seeing his brother showing special interest in you made his chest swell with a need to be proprietorial. He hated feeling like that; the last thing he wanted to do was seem controlling or possessive of you. He had seen some of his own friends do that to their partners and lose them; likewise, he had girl friends who had mentioned to him how annoying their boyfriends were when they got jealous and overbearing. If he even had the slightest chance of you feeling that way about him, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Still, in a moment of bad decision making and the need to show his brother that he was yours, he looked to you. You were listening intently to a story his father was telling–a story he wasn’t even half paying attention to–but when you saw him looking at you, you tilted your head as if to ask what was up.

“Can I have a bite?” he whispered, not wanting to interrupt his father.

You rolled your eyes jokingly at him before whispering back, “I offered you a piece and you declined. This is mine.”

You had full intentions of giving him a bite, but you wanted to tease him for a bit beforehand. It worked. His already-big puppy dog eyes slacked as his full lips formed a pout and he whined quietly, “Pleeeease~”

You sighed, shaking your head with a smile as you put a nice-sized amount of cake on your fork and brought it up to his grinning lips. They parted as you carefully set the fork in his mouth, the icing leaving a small residue over the corners of his lips. You couldn’t help but hide a giggle at how happy he seemed about you giving him a bite of your cake. After that, you went back to listening to his father’s story, trying to keep up with the events he was describing when you noticed Soobin’s eyes uncharacteristically glaring over at his brother. What you hadn’t seen before that was Sungmin watching the two of you with his own sense of envy. So, naturally, that was the second time you found Soobin’s behavior a bit odd.

― ― ―

The night went by in a blur, it seemed, but it went so much better than you could’ve hoped. You and the family spent hours talking until Jiwon finally fell asleep in Soobin’s lap on the couch after running around and playing with him and Dohyun. That’s when Heejin decided it was time to get home for the night. As Soobin carried Jiwon’s sleeping form to the car to set him in his car seat, Heejin explained to you that they had moved to Gwangju after her and Dohyun got married, but that they were renting a cabin only ten minutes away while they visited.

“We’ll be back in the morning,” she told you as Soobin shut the back door of their SUV, “Have a good night, guys.”

She hugged you, then her brothers, and finally her parents before they left. Sungmin resigned to the pull-out couch in the living room with the help of his father. You and Soobin went upstairs to your room after bidding his parents and brother a good night.

Finally, for the first time in hours, you were alone. Soobin let you take your shower first, opting to relax on the bed, scrolling on TikTok while he waited for you to finish. You showered without washing your hair since you had done so in the morning, and appeared in your pajamas, ready to relax after a long day. Soobin showered quickly after you, returning with only sweatpants on, running a towel over his wet hair. You glanced away from your Instagram feed to look at him in his post-shower glory, his freshly washed face looking smooth, cute, and pink.

Your boyfriend smiled shyly, noticing your gaze on him, “Stop looking at me like that.”

You chuckled, “Like what?”

“Like that. You’re making me blush.”

He pressed the back of his hand against his cheek, feeling the heated skin. Determining that his hair was damp enough, he slid a t-shirt over his head and onto his torso before sitting on the other side of the bed from where you were laying. With his back turned to you as he checked his emails and texts, you couldn’t help but get up onto your knees and hug him from behind. Your hands snuck over his shoulders until your chin rested on the left side of his neck.

“My family really likes you,” he spoke softly, the both of you smiling, “I can tell my mom and dad loved you. My sister had mentioned that you were really sweet.”

“Yeah, they’re all really nice and accepting,” you agreed, “I had fun today.”

He hummed in satisfaction, swiping to check his last texts from Yeonjun before he would turn off his phone. As he typed back a message, you spoke again, “Your brother is really funny. He was telling me a story about how when you were in middle school Heejin used to put make up on you and put bows and clips in your hair.”

A lump of annoyance and anger produced in Soobin’s throat. Of course, Sungmin would tell you embarrassing stories about him. Your boyfriend hummed again, acknowledging your words but not really responding. You noticed his shoulders had tensed up under you. Maybe he’s just tired, you thought, I should leave him alone so he can get some sleep. Right as those words floated through your mind, he shut his phone off and put it on his nightstand. His hands enveloped yours against his chest, holding them there as he eased into your touch.

“Let’s get some sleep,” you whispered, pressing what you thought was an innocent, chaste kiss against the side of his throat. You went to pull away, but he had other plans. Your arms had just slipped away from him when he turned in his spot to face you more, gripping your hands in his so you couldn’t move away. A small, startled noise escaped your lips as he tugged you forward carefully, his right hand reaching up to your cheek to bring you closer. His lips unexpectedly captured yours, causing the tiniest excuse of a moan to come from your mouth.

You found that you were losing yourself in the kiss, letting him take the lead easily as he continued to mould his lips against your own. After a moment you needed air, so you pulled away just enough for your skin to still brush against each other. Soobin’s breath fanned over your parted lips before he was diving back in, this time with his tongue. The warm, velvety muscle was precise and gentle in its movements, wanting you to surrender to him.

It was in the midst of your passionate make out, when his hands were finding purchase on your waist, that you took a second to consider where you were and what you were doing. With a quick and unfortunate decision, you managed to pull away again, but this time with the intention of stopping. Soobin’s lips moved forward in search of yours as you detached yourself from him, his eyes opening in confusion.

“I thought you were tired,” you chuckled, reaching up to push his half-dry hair away from his face where little droplets of water were still making their way down his face.

“Well, I’m not,” he said, his fingers on the skin of your hips urging you towards him.

Your eyebrows quirked as your hands met his, peeling his fingers off of you easily, “Soobin, we’re not doing this here. You heard your mom today.“

A pout formed on his luscious, kissed lips, but he nodded in understanding, “I’m sorry. I got excited.”

You smiled half-heartedly.

You understood all too well where he was coming from. Ever since that fateful weekend, while Yeonjun was away, and you and Soobin had your fun for the first time, the two of you didn’t have many opportunities to have sex. Being in college with roommates left you with little to no privacy on most days, but the two of you did put in some effort.

You had introduced Soobin to sexting, which he loved. You sent him naughty messages about what you wanted him to do to you when he got the chance. Soobin found himself practically drooling at the back of his classes where he would cautiously open your messages or Snapchats to reveal pictures of you in your bra or underwear. Because even if the two of you couldn’t find time to have sex together, you still had desires—wants and needs.

Soobin lost count of how many times he jerked off in the shower to the pictures you sent him shuffling through his head. When you got the dorm to yourself, while Sooyoung was in class or out with her other friends, you would read the messages between you and Soobin and let your hand do as much work as it could to satisfy you. But the one thing you two could agree on was that it wasn’t the same. Nothing compared to the feeling of each other, and you missed it. The last time the two of you had been alone was for his birthday when Yeonjun so graciously offered to sleep at Beomgyu’s for the night to give you two privacy. So, you couldn’t blame him for wanting to take advantage of this little time where the two of you were finally alone again.

“I know, baby. It’s okay. We’ll get other opportunities . . . eventually,” you said, rubbing your hand soothingly against his cheek, “But for now, you behave.”

Soobin smiled sheepishly before shaking his head, watching you try to hide your smirk as you got comfortable on your side of the bed. He followed suit, lying beside you, “You were into it, too, y’know. Practically pounced on me.”

You rolled your eyes as you reached over to turn off the lamp, “Goodnight, Soobin.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

― ― ―

The smell of fresh cooked breakfast woke you up the next morning on Christmas Eve. Your eyes slowly opened, and the first thing you noticed were the voices of Soobin’s family conversing downstairs. The second thing you noticed was how empty the bed felt behind you. You turned over to confirm that your boyfriend was missing, causing you to frown.

After checking your phone, doing your morning routine, and debating if you should change into your outfit for the day, you decided on staying in your pajamas for now before making your way to meet everyone downstairs. You were warmly greeted in the dining room by the family—including Heejin, Dohyun, and Jiwon who had arrived early. You felt slightly awkward being the last to join, so you scanned the room to find Soobin and his mother missing.

“Morning, _______, did you sleep well?” his father asked, fixing a plate for Jiwon who waited patiently for his grandpa to hand him his food.

“Yes, sorry for sleeping in so late,” you apologized, not entirely sure what time it was just yet.

“Oh, you’re fine,” Heejin gestured with her hand carelessly before picking up a glass of water, “We’re an early household, and we just got here. You didn’t miss much.”

You nodded, pausing by the table as you were trying to decipher if you should sit and wait for Soobin or go find him. Sungmin noticed your hesitance and aided you, “Soobin’s in the kitchen with Mom.”

You smiled and nodded gratefully at him, turning for the kitchen where you found your boyfriend helping his mom with the last of the food. His mom was busy flipping what looked like vegetable pancakes on the stove, and Soobin had his back turned to you, a ketchup bottle in his hand as he adorned plates of fried eggs with the condiment.

“Good morning,” you addressed them, his mother turning to you with a startled expression that quickly turned cheerful.

“Morning, _______! We’re just finishing up the breakfast, dear.”

“It smells great,” you noted, walking up beside your lovely boyfriend who was topping off a fried egg with ketchup in the shape of a smiley face. A similar, bright smile formed on your lips at the kind gesture, “Cute.”

“This one’s for Jiwon,” he said happily, his wide grin causing his dimples to appear.

“And this one-“ he took another plate with fried egg on it, his careful and lithe hands using the ketchup to create a heart outline, “-is for you.”

Your own heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him with adoration in your eyes. You thanked him as you took the plate, reaching up to place a light kiss against his dimpled cheek. His mother softened at the interaction, which she spectated quietly before asking you to help her and Soobin bring out the last of the food to the dining room. You agreed, grabbing as many plates as you could with them to the adjacent room where everyone was waiting.

Once the food was all settled and everyone had the dishes they wanted, a hush fell over the room as everyone began eating. For a moment the only noise emanating was the soft sounds of chewing and the picking up of silverware. Conversations slowly started around the table, one of them being between you and Sungmin. He asked you about what shows and movies you had been watching lately. And you, loving any chance to gush about your recent binge-watches, dove right in. It was nice having someone from the family who seemed so interested in you—or so you thought. You found his eye contact and undivided attention while you spoke to him endearing, but you had yet to realize that Soobin found it offensive, to him at least. The way his brother was able to make you laugh and smile so easily . . . it made his insides boil.

Soobin made some attempts at getting your attention, asking you random questions which you simply answered and returned back to Sungmin. The two of you were currently raving about some horror movie you had watched—one that Soobin remembered refusing to watch with you because he hated horror films. Now he wished he would’ve watched it just so he didn’t feel so left out. Or rather, so he wouldn’t feel so inferior.

Soobin sighed quietly, finding himself pouting at the edge of the table as no one noticed. His parents were too busy coddling Jiwon. Heejin and Dohyun were discussing plans of visiting his parents for New Years. And of course, his wonderful girlfriend was too wrapped up in the charm that was his older brother. Again, he started to feel that familiar envy creeping up his spine, telling him to grow one or he’d lose you. With a sudden burst of tenacity, he did something rather out of character.

You were nodding along to an opinion that Sungmin was expressing when you felt it. At first you thought it was just your leg bumping against the underside of the table, but what you thought was the table quickly started to feel like fingers, familiar ones at that. You couldn’t help but jump slightly at the touch, your own fingers covering Soobin’s before they went too far up on your thigh. Your pajama shorts only covered so much, and he was already at the hem when you stopped them.

Sungmin seemed to notice your eyes go slightly wide, asking if you were okay. Thankfully, the table covered your lap, so he was completely unaware of the situation underneath it. You assured him you were fine, choosing to ignore Soobin’s obvious attempt for your attention so that you didn’t seem rude to his brother. Your boyfriend didn’t like that one bit, so he wiggled his fingers out from yours and placed them on your thigh again, this time on the inner side. His grip on you was more adamant, so you finally gave his brother an apologetic look before turning around to face Soobin.

“What?” you whispered to him.

“You’re ignoring me,” he pouted, making sure to stay behind you where his brother couldn’t see him and mock him. If only it were that easy.

“Hey, I’m sorry, Soobs, I’ve been talking ________’s head off,” his brother joked, leaning around you to see his brother’s annoyed expression.

“I told you not to call me that when we were kids, Sungmin,” he mumbled, making your brows scrunch in confusion. Why has his behavior been so erratic and flippant since you got here? One moment he was fine, and the next he would be annoyed for seemingly no reason.

“Sorry, it’s a habit,” his brother softly laughed, getting interrupted by his mother asking to help her with the dirty dishes. You offered to help as well, finding yourself looking forward to those kind of moments with her. You started to stand when you felt Soobin gently grip your thigh again, causing you to turn to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was ignoring you. I’ll go help your mom, then I’ll give you all the attention you want when I’m done, okay?” you said putting your hand at the back of his neck so that your fingertips could graze the hair at his nape. He always found the gesture soothing, and as much as he wanted to protest, he couldn’t. He could tell how excited you were to have these interactions with his mom and help her out. He knew these moments made you feel accepted, and he didn’t want to take that away from you.

“Okay,” he agreed, smiling as you pressed a kiss to his forehead before getting up to meet his mom and brother in the kitchen. The rest of the family moved to the living room while you and Sungmin went back and forth from the kitchen and the dining room, collecting dirty dishes and silverware.

Their mother began cleaning up as the two of you found ways to help out. Soobin sat in the living room, finding himself growing more and more antsy about the idea that you were in there talking to his brother. His thoughts got the best of him, so he got up and made his way to the kitchen, hearing the three of you talking as he stopped at the doorway.

None of you noticed him standing there, and Soobin paused as he watched you. You were drying the wet dishes that his mother handed you after washing them in the sink. His brother was taking them from you and saving them in the cupboards. For the most part you weren’t even talking to Sungmin; instead, you were listening to his mother rave about how fun it was having another girl in the family. His mom mused about how she had wanted more girls in the family since it was just her and Heejin for so long. Soobin couldn’t help but replicate the smile that lit up your face. You looked so elated to be given such a compliment.

Soobin had decided to not interrupt the sweet moment, opting to stay at the threshold and watch quietly until you were finished. This is where he was mistaken, because everything was perfectly fine until Sungmin tried to go around you and his mother to the other side of the kitchen. He slipped past his mother easily, but when he got to you, his hand pressed against the small of your back, causing you to look up at him. To Soobin it looked like a scene out of a drama where the two main characters meet for the first time. It made his stomach turn.

Soobin watched with dark eyes as you moved out of Sungmin’s way, averting your eyes to help his mother grab a dry towel for her hands. He finally got the gall to speak up, taking a step up to the threshold, “Uh, ________, could you come with me upstairs? I need your help with something.”

The three of you turned at the sound of his voice, and you nodded, handing his mom the towel you were previously using before excusing yourself. You let Soobin take your hand as he led you upstairs, but despite you asking him what he needed, he refused to answer. So, before he could open the bedroom door, you stopped him and asked again what he needed help with.

The last thing you expected was for him to back you into the wall behind you and kiss you abruptly. You were taken so off guard that your body did the only thing it knew how to do which was reciprocate the action, following his lead. You succumbed for a moment before your brain quickly recovered its senses and got you to pull away with your hands on his chest.

“Soobin-” you warned him, watching his desperate eyes turn down from the rejection. Your hands moved from his chest up to his face, cradling his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I just-,” Soobin was overwhelmed by his internal conflict, not wanting to admit that he was jealous of his brother. But on the other hand, he wasn’t sure what excuse to use, “I-“

“Look, I understand, but I told you we can’t do that here. We’ll get other opportunities, you just have to be patient,” you reminded him gently. He listened to you earnestly, wanting to tell you the real reasoning for his conduct without seeming pathetic. For now, he would have to let you believe what you wanted. He nodded solemnly, apologizing again.

You accepted his apology before taking his hand in yours again, “Come on, let’s get dressed.”

― ― ―

The rest of the day went by smoothly for the most part. Soobin’s parents arranged for them to take Jiwon to a Christmas show in the city for kids, allowing you, Soobin, Heejin, Dohyun, and Sungmin to enjoy some time to yourselves for lunch. The five of you decided to go to a nice restaurant, and you had to admit it was great hanging out with Soobin’s siblings. You felt less pressure to come off as the perfect girlfriend than you did around his parents, and he noticed it. He liked seeing you be more carefree, like a weight was lifted from your shoulders.

Soobin was whispering to you about the cute old couple sitting at a table across from you when Heejin reached over and tapped you to get your attention, “Did you see their waiter?”

You shook your head, “No, why?”

“Watch for him, he’s so handsome. You can tell he works out. His muscles were practically busting out of his sleeves,” she fawned, her husband rolling his eyes and chuckling at her statement beside her.

You then began looking for the waiter in question, not noticing him until a few minutes later. When you caught sight of him and connected the dots that he was the one she was talking about, your mouth slacked in shock. He was handsome, but that was probably an understatement. His muscles were defined and looked almost model-esque under the black polo uniform shirt he wore. Not even just his muscles were attractive though, he had a nice head of brunet hair that was styled in a trendy way that framed his face nicely. And his smile was charming, enough to make the old lady he was serving blush when he spoke to her.

“He is nice looking,” you confirmed to Heejin before looking away, not wanting to stare.

Soobin thought about making a comment about the waiter not being that attractive, but his brother beat him to it, “I don’t see what’s so special about him. He’s got muscles, but that’s about it.”

You and Heejin both looked at him with questioning eyes before she spoke, “Are you kidding me? He could easily be on a magazine cover.”

“If someone told me he was an Instagram model, I wouldn’t think twice,” you backed her statement.

Sungmin merely shrugged, making Dohyun snort, “You’re just mad because you stopped going to the gym and don’t look as good as he does.”

His brother-in-law gave him a pointed look, taking a sip of his drink before replying, “I still work out, just not as much as I used to.”

The two men then started a back and forth that had the rest of you watching in amusement. Sungmin got out his phone to show off pictures of him in the gym recently, his muscles just as defined as the waiter’s. You hadn’t been able to tell because of the loose clothes he had been wearing, but he did look really good in the progress pictures he displayed. Beside you, Soobin felt himself tensing up, getting the urge to snap at his brother to put his phone away. No one wants to see those pictures, he thought to himself.

“Oh, Soobin, I was meaning to ask you, does Yeonjun still work out? I was going to ask him if he wanted to get a membership at my gym so he could be my gym partner,” Sungmin asked his brother, getting your attention as well.

“He does sometimes,” Soobin answered dryly.

“I’ll have to reach out to him soon. That guy was a beast at weightlifting,” Sungmin mused, chuckling to himself as he reached behind you to poke Soobin’s arm, “Not like this little string bean.”

Soobin rolled his eyes, feeling his ears turn pink as he got annoyed with his brother’s teasing. What made it worse was the small laughs you and his sister let out.

“You don’t go to the gym anymore?” his brother asked him.

“No.”

“Well, how do you expect to keep _______ around with no muscles? What if you need to save her from some creep? Can’t beat them up with those noodle arms you’ve got,” his sibling egged him on. At this point Soobin’s fists were clenching in his lap. He bit back every insult that came to mind.

“Soobin’s a lover anyways, not a fighter,” Dohyun defended him, “Remember when those guys in high school kept bullying him? He just ignored them and kept his head high. They left him alone eventually, right?”

Soobin nodded, now feeling embarrassed, “Can we just drop this? I think I’m ready for our check.”

“Our? You’re paying for the table?” his sister asked with a teasing grin.

“No, I’m paying for me and my girlfriend,” Soobin spoke with a tone so full of finality that you didn’t even want to insist paying for yourself. It was obvious he was in one of his moods again.

― ― ―

The Choi family home was quiet as the five of you returned to it after your dinner. Soobin had seemed a bit better, but clingier, leaving his arm interlocked with yours the entire drive back. You didn’t mind, of course, you loved moments like this. Soobin was the type to not really care for little acts of physical affection in public unless he initiated it, so when he did it always felt like a treat for you.

Heejin excitedly invited you to the kitchen to help her bake some cookies for when her parents and Jiwon returned later, so you joined her there. Soobin didn’t want to impede on your girl time, but the thought of being stuck in the living room with Dohyun and Sungmin made him want to lock himself in his room. Well, Dohyun wasn’t really the problem, but Sungmin was.

Soobin’s relationship with his brother was always a little strained, though, so this wasn’t a new thing. Their six-year age gap made it hard for them to be close growing up, and on top of that Soobin was a mama’s boy while Sungmin was closer with their dad. Soobin enjoyed being babied by the women in the family while Sungmin preferred playing sports with the men of the family. They didn’t always see eye to eye and often got into verbal fights.

Sungmin picked on Soobin a lot especially when the latter was going through puberty. As the two of them got older and Sungmin moved out to go to college, they found it easier to get along because they didn’t see each other as often. Yet, Sungmin didn’t seem to change his ways. He was still the annoying big brother who picked on his younger sibling relentlessly. The only difference now was that Soobin didn’t want to put up with it like he did as a kid.

In the kitchen, you and Heejin made yourselves busy, following a recipe she found online to make the cookies. In the living room, the three brothers relaxed onto the couches and recliners. They started talking about their parents and the plans for tomorrow. Soobin brought up how excited Jiwon was going to be to open all his gifts, to which Dohyun agreed.

“Has Heejin been harping on you for another one?” Sungmin asked Dohyun with a sneaky grin, his brother-in-law immediately nodding.

“Yeah, she’s been keeping track of her cycle so we can align everything, but that kind of stuff takes time, y’know.”

“She always said she wanted lots of kids,” Soobin spoke up, “Even when we were younger.”

“Yeah, I know. When she got pregnant with Jiwon she had asked if I wanted to have another one eventually,” Dohyun sighed, “It’s nice though. I like being a dad.”

“And it’s an excuse to get laid multiple times a week, so why not?” Sungmin laughed.

“Come on, dude, that’s our sister,” Soobin gave his brother a disgusted glance, not wanting to discuss his sibling’s sex life.

“It’s true though,” Dohyun smirked to himself, “She wants to do it all the time, and I mean, I can’t complain.”

“Yoona was like that too,” Sungmin mused, “She didn’t want kids, but her sex drive was crazy. None of my exes were like that. She wanted to do it all the time, and she was into some crazy stuff too.”

“Like bondage and shit?” Dohyun asked.

“Yeah, and role play. I’d never done that before her, but she was really into it. Yoona loved when I would call her names and spit on her. She liked it really rough. She wasn’t into love making, it was boring for her.”

“Yeah, slow sex is nice and all, but sometimes you just need to let loose. The girlfriend I had before Heejin never wanted to do anything outside of missionary, and it got old,” Dohyun admitted.

Soobin kept quiet, finding his mind wandering to thoughts he didn’t want to have. He recalled how after the weekend when he lost his virginity, you had asked him if he had any kinks he wanted to explore the next time you two got a chance. He didn’t have any in mind except for handcuffs, but when you tried to put some on him for his birthday it made him uncomfortable. On the widest notch, they were still too tight on his wrists. You had put them on, but you weren’t a fan of being restrained. You wanted to be able to run your hands through his hair and over his body, and he wanted you to do that too. So, the handcuffs were put away to never be touched again, and you two spent the night having sex in missionary. You graciously gave him a blowjob and called it a night. Soobin enjoyed himself and he had assumed you did too, but now he was doubting himself.

Soobin knew you liked it a little rougher than he did, asking to be choked and what not, but that made him nervous. He was nervous to hurt you or do something wrong; sure, that’s what a safe word is for, but he didn’t want you to ever have to use it. But if what his brothers said held any weight, then was there a possibility of you growing bored of Soobin and leaving him? He most definitely didn’t want that.

“Soobin?”

“Hm?” the boy looked up at his brother, looking like he had obviously checked out of their conversation several minutes ago.

“Do you have anything you want to watch?” Sungmin asked, holding up the TV remote. His brother shook his head, finally realizing that they were trying to decide what to put on.

“No, whatever is fine.”

― ― ―

The night of Christmas Eve came to be, ending after a nice dinner and s’mores eaten in the backyard around a fire that Soobin’s dad and Dohyun set up together. Heejin and her family were the first to call it a night again after Jiwon’s sugar-fueled frenzy ended with him falling asleep in his grandmother’s lap, his marshmallow and chocolate-covered face snuggling into the warmth of her coat. Similarly, you were curled up on your boyfriend’s lap, your arms tucked under the flaps of his jacket to hug his waist close. Your cheek rested against his shoulder while his rested on top of your head. You could’ve easily fallen asleep right then and there had his parents not urged you both to get to bed since it was getting late.

So now you were waiting for Soobin to finish his shower. To keep yourself busy, you got ahold of all the presents the two of you brought for your visit, double checking that you had everyone’s. You set them up in the corner of the room by your suitcase, making sure Soobin’s extra gift was still hidden inside of it. Just as you were zipping up the luggage the bathroom door opened, so you tried to act natural.

“I thought you’d be passed out by now,” your boyfriend commented, wiping the dew from his shower off of his face with his towel.

“I wanted to make sure the presents were ready for tomorrow,” you explained, making your way back to the bed where you peeled back the comforter to crawl underneath it. Once you were settled in, you watched Soobin finish up his night routine. You admired his bare back as he brushed his teeth and cleaned his face. He was completely unaware of your eyes on him, so you got to see things you usually wouldn’t. Like the nose scrunch he did as he leaned close to the mirror to inspect his face for blemishes. Or the way he bared his teeth to check that they were squeaky clean after brushing them. He was so cute without even trying.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Soobin’s voice startled you as you were so caught in up looking at him, you hadn’t expected him to talk so suddenly. He turned the bathroom light off before making his way into the bed beside you. His body wiggled close to yours, and his arm made itself comfortable over your waist. “I hope you like the present I got you.”

“It’s from you, so of course I’ll love it,” you smiled, pressing a light kiss to his cheekbone. His eyes closed as you did so, opening to look at you lovingly, “I know you’ll like the present I got you.”

“Oh, do you?” he mused, “You seem so confident. What if I don’t like it?”

Your mouth opened as you feigned offense, “I think I know you well enough to get you something you’ll like for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I’m only teasing you,” he gave you a kiss on your cheek in return as a sign of apology, “So what did you get me?”

“I’m not telling you,” you snorted, “It would ruin the sentiment.”

“Ah, you’re no fun.”

“Go to sleep,” you poked his cheek gently, allowing him to rest his head against your shoulder after you shut off the bedside lamp. You shared quiet ‘goodnight’s as the room became shrouded in darkness for the night. Secretly, the both of you were thrumming with excitement for the next day, for Christmas to come. If only you two knew what the day had in store.

― ― ―

Christmas morning found the Choi family home awake and bustling at the early hour of 7:35 a.m. Heejin and her family arrived bright and early, her son practically bouncing from how happy he was to be opening presents soon. The family exchanged their usual greetings, getting breakfast ready as they waited for you and Soobin to meet them. Soobin woke up first, immediately smelling the breakfast being made downstairs.

Like the day before, he admired your sleeping form still in the bed beside him, your cheek marked faintly by the pillow it had been resting on all night. He smiled to himself and resisted the urge to snap a picture of you in such a vulnerable state before going into the bathroom to get ready.

You awoke not long after him, again noticing the empty bed with a frown. The expression didn’t stay for long, though, as you heard the flushing of the toilet in the bathroom. He must be getting ready, you thought. I guess I’ll do the same. 

Your sock-covered feet touched the floor, then you were making your way to your luggage to get your outfit for the day. The outfit was planned a week in advance, and it was your first time wearing it as you had saved it for the holiday. You wore a neutral-colored, plaid skirt that matched well with a cream-colored blouse. You were pulling on your last sock just as Soobin emerged from the bathroom, his toothbrush sticking out of the corner of his closed, frothy mouth.

“You couldn’t finish brushing your teeth?” you laughed, standing from the bed and adjusting your skirt on your hips. His eyes were making their way over your body, and you suddenly felt small under his gaze. How could you be dating him for six months and still get butterflies when he looked at you like that? “Stop looking at me like that.”

Soobin’s eyes snapped back up to yours, breaking his trance as he quickly reached up to take the toothbrush out of his mouth. Through the foam of the paste, he managed to barely speak coherently, “Like what?”

“You know what,” you gave him a pointed look, a smile teasing the corner of his lips. He finished up brushing his teeth before stepping back into the bathroom to spit out the paste and wipe his mouth. When he was done, he walked up to you and gave you a big hug. His shirt smelled of him, but the minty smell of his toothpaste wafted over you as well.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. You enjoyed it for a moment before pulling away which earned you a pout from your boyfriend.

“I didn’t brush my teeth yet,” you defended yourself, trying to put room between the two of you so he wouldn’t smell your morning breath.

“You could at least say it back,” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh.

“Merry Christmas, Soobin.”

“Thank you,” another grin appeared on his lips before he let you go to the bathroom to freshen up. Once you were done, you came back to the room to see him finishing getting dressed. He only had khaki pants and socks on. It seemed he was having trouble picking out a shirt.

“Ah, you’re done. Help me pick out a shirt?” he asked you, looking down at the four garments that were sprawled out on the bed. There was a dark green polo shirt, a white polo shirt, an off-white sweater, and a maroon turtleneck, “I want to match you.”

Your heart swelled at his comment, and you pointed at the sweater, “That one matches.”

Soobin nodded, taking the other options and putting them back in his suitcase before picking up the sweater and pulling it over his head. You couldn’t help but take the opportunity to admire his wide shoulders, bare torso, and finally his thin waist. The bottom of the sweater fell to a stop at his hips, causing you to look back up at his beautiful face instead of his body.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

The two of you made your way downstairs, the sounds of the family talking filling the house as well as Christmas music quietly playing from somewhere inside. Soobin took your hand, leading you into the dining room where the family was beginning to eat their breakfast. The meal went as usual with Jiwon excitedly rambling to anyone who would listen and the rest of the adults talking. Soobin was so enamored by Jiwon gushing to his grandfather about the big present Santa left at his house that he almost missed the way Sungmin examined you while you were busy talking to Heejin.

His eyes “subtly” waved over your outfit the way Soobin’s had, though his attention paused over your blouse a little longer than Soobin liked. Your boyfriend glared at his brother and inwardly thanked his mother for asking him a question that finally pulled his gaze away from you.

After breakfast was done and the dishes were being picked up, Jiwon begged and begged to open his gifts. Once the dining room was cleaned up, you and Soobin went back upstairs to grab the presents and met everyone back in the living room. Soobin took it upon himself to have you sit as close to him as possible at the edge of the sofa, leaving no room for anyone to sit beside you. You took his guidance as him merely wanting to sit with you, and you completely missed the pointed glance he gave his unaware brother from across the room.

“Alright, Jiwon, how about we all look in our stockings first?” Heejin suggested, going to the fireplace where six stockings were hung up. She pulled the first one down, handing it to her son before grabbing the next one and handing that one to her husband. The next one was hers, so she skipped it and handed the next one to Sungmin. As she went back to grab hers, Soobin stood up to grab the last two. He held out the one in his left hand to you, making you look up at him in confusion.

“Here, this one’s yours,” he said.

A mix of emotions flurried through you as you realized just how special you felt in that moment. Soobin’s family accepted you as apart of them enough to get you a stocking, and it made your heart splutter with happiness. You had never felt so loved by a family that wasn’t your own. It was endearing.

Your eyebrows went up and your eyes were comparable to a puppy, you reached out and accepted the stocking, making sure to thank his parents for including you.

“Of course, dear, you’re a part of the family now,” his mother smiled, urging everyone to look inside them. The time for stockings came to an end as Sungmin wanted to give the first gift to Jiwon.

Everyone took turns gift giving; Jiwon was so excited to play with all his new toys that he took a corner of the living room for himself to roll out the toy-car track he got from his grandparents. He spent the next hour or so playing with his dad and grandfather, laughing happily. Sungmin was appreciating the cocktail shaker set that he was gifted by his sister and brother-in-law. Soobin picked up the box with your gift in it, handing it to you to open. You did the same, offering the gift you got for him. After the exchange, you began opening them.

You peeled off the wrapping paper to reveal that the small box was black and sleek, with a familiar, swirly, silver design printed on the top. It was the logo of a jewelry brand you had seen before. With eager eyes, you opened the top and removed the protective padding. A flat, heart-shaped pendant sat in the middle with the letter ‘S’ engraved on it. It was dainty and simple, just how you liked your jewelry to be. You picked it up to get a better look at it when you noticed there was an inscription on the back of it as well. ‘Yours, always’

“Do you like it?”

You looked up to see Soobin had stopped opening his gift to watch you open yours. You nodded fervently, “I told you I’d love it.”

His eyes turned into crescents as he smiled, relieved. You urged him to keep opening his gift, so he did.

The box underneath the wrapping paper was similar in size to the one he gave you, as was the sleek design on the top. He quickly recognized it as a different jewelry company. With the top of the box out of the way he could see a bracelet nestled inside—no, two bracelets. Each one had half of a heart pendant on them that was currently together to make a full heart. When he picked up the first bracelet there was a slight pull before it disconnected from the second one, the heart breaking in half.

“I know it’s kind of cheesy, but I thought it would be cute to get a matching set . . .” you admitted sheepishly.

“It’s not cheesy,” he seemed offended that you would suggest it, his pouty lips becoming more apparent as he frowned from your comment, “I think they’re adorable.”

“Can you put my necklace on for me?” you asked him, holding it up. His face lit up before he nodded. His fingers carefully disconnected the ends of it to slip it around your neck and clasp it behind you. You took the extra bracelet out of the box, slipping it over your wrist before adjusting it to fit comfortably. Soobin mirrored your action, excitement covering his entire face as he held his wrist next to yours to watch the heart pieces magnetically connect. He looked almost as happy as Jiwon was for his presents.

― ― ―

Christmas day was drawing quickly to an end after a long day of festivities. Lunch time was full of delicious holiday foods and followed by treats that Heejin had baked. Sungmin offered to make the adults drinks with his new cocktail shaker set and whatever alcoholic beverages and mixers he could find in the house. Multiple drinks were consumed and after playing with a little one all afternoon, the grandparents decided to take naps. Jiwon was busy playing by himself, so the rest of you lounged around watching Christmas movies.

Dinner time came and went as everyone feasted on the leftovers before ending back up in the living room, seemingly in food comas.

Like clockwork, Jiwon was the first to fall asleep, curled up on his grandfather’s recliner with the stuffed bear that Soobin had gifted him tucked in his grasp. Soobin’s parents insisted that Heejin and Dohyun stay the night since they had been drinking, so sleeping arrangements were being discussed.

“They can take the pull-out couch,” Sungmin suggested, earning a confused look from his mother.

“Then where will you sleep?”

“Do you still have that futon?”

“Yes, it’s in the coat closet upstairs.”

“Then I’ll take that and sleep in the office,” he shrugged.

Heejin double-checked with him that it would be okay to take his spot on the couch, but he was persistent. With the sleep arrangements determined, everyone bid their goodnights and drifted to their parts of the house. Soobin’s parents and his sister’s family remained downstairs while Sungmin followed you and Soobin upstairs.

“I guess I’ll go unroll the futon,” he groaned, “That thing was uncomfortable ten years ago, I can’t imagine it now.”

You laughed, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “You might be better off on the floor at that point.”

Soobin watched his tipsy brother’s eyes gaze over your touch and up to your eyes, a lazy grin appearing on his face as he agreed with you. It made Soobin’s jaw tighten and his fist clench. Without thinking, he reached out to grab your free hand, tugging you closer to him. The action made your hand fall away from his brother and your head turn to look at him curiously.

“It’s just one night. You’ll be fine,” Soobin said curtly, “Goodnight.”

Like Sungmin, you were dumbfounded by your boyfriend’s bluntness, but he simply responded with a ‘goodnight’ before ambling off to the office at the opposite end of the hall. You followed Soobin to your room, waiting until he let go of your hand and the door was closed behind the two of you to speak.

“Okay, what’s your problem?”

Your boyfriend didn’t look at you. Instead, he kept walking to his side of the bed, picking up his phone, “Nothing.”

“Bullshit, Soobin. You’ve been acting weird on and off since we got here,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. As much as Soobin hated you seeing him act like this, a part of him was hoping you’d notice. You were right, he was acting weird, but for a reason. He didn’t like your attention on his brother and vice versa. If he could only get your attention by behaving differently, then so be it.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

He went around the room, picking up a change of clothes to change into before going into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. You sighed in frustration and made your way to the bed, sitting at the edge of it. The behavior Soobin was exhibiting reminded you too much of the time you found out he was a virgin, only this time it was obvious he was avoiding you, not because he was embarrassed but because he was annoyed. The thing is you weren’t sure why he would be annoyed. Did you do something wrong? Did you say something that upset him? Nothing came to mind, but you would only be able to wonder until he told you what was bothering him.

So, you waited for him to come out of the bathroom, and finally, after a good thirty minutes, the door cracked open. Your boyfriend averted eye contact with you, keeping his attention on everything but you, and you weren’t having it.

“Soobin, can you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“I told you, noth-“

“And I told you, I’m not buying it,” you cut him off, causing him to stop in his tracks at the end of the bed, “Did I do or say something that upset you?”

Oh no, he thought. She thinks I’m mad at her?

Not once did he consider that you would misunderstand him like this, but he guessed it made sense. The sudden irritation and snappy comments he made. If you acted that way towards him with seemingly no reason, then he’d be nervous, too.

No, surely she saw the way Sungmin looked at her.

“No,” he shook his head.

You got up from the bed, meeting him at the end of it, “Then can you tell me what’s bothering you? Please?”

Soobin looked into your concerned eyes and felt defeated. I guess now is the time to admit I’m jealous of my brother.

“Sungmin,” he answered, “Sungmin is my problem. Always has been, probably always will be.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head shaking slightly, “What did Sungmin do?”

Soobin scoffed, looking at you as if you told him some cruel joke, “Are you serious? You haven’t seen the way he’s been looking at you? You haven’t heard the way he talks about me?”

“Looking at me?” you asked, your head tilting as you pried for more information. You were so lost.

“Please,” he looked down at you with a glimpse of annoyance. He didn’t understand how you could be so oblivious, “He’s been eyeing you ever since we got here. He makes jokes about me at my expense to humiliate me in front of you. It didn’t help that the two of you hit it off so well on our first night here.“

Your shoulders slumped as he let out his exasperation, but a part of you felt the need to assure yourself. You were innocent, after all, “But you’re not mad at me, though?”

“No,” he shook his head, his eyebrows scrunching as if he were hurt by the insinuation, “Not mad, just . . . hurt. Sungmin has always tried to make me feel inferior to him in every aspect. For once, I had one thing that he didn’t. You. The one thing I was sure he couldn’t take away. Seeing the two of you getting along made me insecure, like maybe there was a chance he could take you from me.”

You took in every word he said, each one like a dagger to your heart. You had no idea he felt this way. His eyes refused to meet yours and his hands were occupied with his outfit from today in them. Your own hands reached up to grab the clothes out of his grasp, tossing them by your suitcases. One hand took his in its grip while the other caressed his cheek, “You could never lose me. Why would you even feel insecure? You’re perfect. I tell you that all the time.”

You pouted, making him smile lightly at your cute expression. He sighed before he shook his head.

“Sungmin always had girlfriends growing up, and I didn’t. I was tall and scrawny; he was big and buff. At lunch yesterday, you and Heejin were talking about how hot the waiter was and I don’t look anything like him or Sungmin. You and Sungmin seemed to share a lot of interests and got along well. I felt like maybe I wasn’t what you really wanted.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I can assure you that I never once thought about Sungmin or the waiter in an inappropriate way. You’re the only man I have eyes for. You’re the only one I love.”

Soobin didn’t realize how tense he was until your hand went from his cheek to the back of his neck. The touch instantly soothed him, making his muscles relax. He leaned forward until his forehead was against yours, a content smile on his face.

“I love you, too,” he replied, his heart racing as you kissed him. The kiss was short and sweet, but that didn’t stop his hands from resting on your waist and the small of your back. It didn’t stop his body from flushing with heat as he realized how close you were to him, or how much closer he wanted you to be.

A small noise emitted from the back of his throat as your teeth gently captured his lower lip in their grip. As you pulled away, you giggled at his glossy, yearning eyes, “I just realized our gifts to each other were perfect. They’re reminders that we belong to each other. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

Soobin practically melted at the sentiment. His eyes bore into yours, but you were busy admiring the jewelry adorning your wrists between you. He stared at the pendant around your neck with his initial on it, reminding him that you were the love of his life.

Something inside of him was consuming him, urging him to act on his desires even though he was very much aware that this wasn’t the best place for it. Still, he found his self-control was weak in your presence, so he leaned in for another, more tender kiss. This kiss had drive and meaning to it, like he wanted to prove your words through actions.

For a moment you felt yourself slipping into his fervor, returning the kiss with just as much determination. But that responsible part of you nagged that this wasn’t the place or time. So, you regretfully started to pull away again, causing him to whine.

“Soobin-“

“I know. I know, but- Please, I need you. It’s been so long,” his chest was starting to move with bated breaths as his hands stayed put on your hips, as if he was keeping you from slipping away.

“I know, baby, but we can’t. We promised your mom we would be on our best behavior. And I would die if your parents heard us,” you admitted, the thought making your nerves go haywire. If his parents heard the two of you having sex, you were certain you would never recover from the embarrassment and shame. You wouldn’t be able to look them in the eyes ever again, “Not even just your parents, but your whole family. Your brother is literally down the hall.”

For some reason, the idea of his brother hearing him fuck the shit out of you made his hair stand on end. Maybe that’s the reminder Sungmin needed to finally get the hint and leave the two of you alone . . .

“We can be quiet,” he remarked, though it seemed he was trying to convince himself instead of you, “Besides, these walls are thick. Sungmin won’t hear us. As for my parents, their room is downstairs on the opposite side of the house, there’s no way they’ll hear anything from up here.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to stand your ground, but it was proving to be difficult. If there was one thing you hated about dating Soobin it was how weak he made you. From his pouty lips to his big, round eyes to his whiny voice, it all made it so hard to deny him. And honestly, the way your body was reacting, you didn’t want to.

“I’m serious,” he continued, “One time when we were little, we broke a lamp up here while we were looking through Heejin’s stuff and our parents never heard it. We’ll be fine.”

Your resolve was quickly slipping away, and he could see it, because a teeny tiny smirk was creeping onto the corner of his lips as he realized he got you—hook, line, and sinker.

You had to admit, as much as the idea of having sex in his family home made you nervous, it was also kind of . . . exciting. You had never done something so risky before, and it thrilled you.

“Just kiss me,” you sighed, pulling on his belt loops to bring him closer. He didn’t hesitate to obey, his full lips capturing yours easily. They moved so swiftly, mirroring his hands that were on the small of your back. His fingertips skimmed over your hips until they were at the hem of your shirt, sneaking underneath them to touch your skin. The sensation tickled, making you shiver. Soobin loved the affect he had on you.

It wasn’t until Soobin’s back bumped against the wall behind him that you realized the two of you had been moving. The bump caused a startled groan to come from his parted lips, making you giggle. His fingers dipped under the edge of your skirt, touching the cotton material of your underwear. That’s when you suddenly remembered the second gift you had been saving for him. You were waiting until you two left his parent’s, but you couldn’t think of a better time than now to give it to him.

Soobin’s wide eyes looked at you in puzzlement as you pulled away, his petulant mouth making your heart skip a beat. He watched you with curiosity as you bent down over your suitcase, unzipping it and pulling out a small gift bag. There was no brand or design indicating where it was from, so he was left wondering what could possibly be inside. You held the bag out to him, telling him to open it. He noted the glint of excitement in your eyes before he pulled the tissue paper out from the top, his fingers digging in to feel a foreign material. The gift felt rough, thin, flimsy, like a small piece of clothing. When his hand protruded from the bag, a pair of lingerie was in his large grasp, the cherry red lace hanging over his palm with the tag still attached to it.

“Should I go put it on now?” you asked, looking up at him not-so-innocently through your eyelashes. You held back a chuckle as his Adam’s apple bobbed underneath the skin of his throat and he nodded.

“Y-yes,” he basically panted, feeling as though his body was buzzing. He let you slip the garments out of his hand as you reached up to press a kiss against his lips. Then, he was left dumbfounded, watching you saunter into the bathroom and close the door behind you to change. While he tried to calm his breathing, he was becoming painfully aware of the throbbing between his legs. He looked down to see a tent forming under his khakis and his head fell back. There was no way he was lasting long with the way things were going.

Only another minute passed before the bathroom door cracked open and you were shyly walking out, fighting back the urge to cover yourself with your arms. Soobin stopped pacing to look at you, his eyes shamelessly motioning over your body. The red lace hugged you in all the right places and was just see-through enough to leave some things to the imagination while also driving him insane. His tongue darted out to coat his lips and stop any drool from escaping at the sight. For fuck’s sake, you’ve seen her naked before, why are you getting so worked up? he thought to himself.

But this was so much different. He had never seen a woman in lingerie up close like this; it was mesmerizing.

“You look . . . “ his sentence trailed off as he walked over to you, almost too afraid to touch you. You looked like something out of a magazine. Unreal, “You look gorgeous.”

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, nearly as hot as the space between your thighs, which was practically begging to be soothed, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he spoke without thinking, his eyes trained on the way your breasts were pushed up with the pressure of the bra holding them. If his self-control were any worse, he would’ve ripped it off of you already, but his body was almost frozen in shock. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Can you just touch me already?” you whimpered, your thighs pressing together under his gaze.

Your boyfriend’s lust-filled eyes met yours, but there were too many thoughts running through his mind to pinpoint one, “What do I, uh- What do you want me to do first?”

“I don’t care,” you got close to him, wetting your lips as you moved him near the bed, “Anything. Everything. I’m all yours to play with. Just use me the way you want to.”

Of all the dirty things he’s ever heard come out of your mouth, those words caused a deep, visceral reaction in him. I’m all yours to play with. Just use me the way you want to. Goosebumps erupted all over his arms as his brain turned to mush. He felt as if he could bust in his pants right then and there.

“Are you sure?” he asked, your lips ghosting against yours. His breath was warm and inviting, tasting slightly of the chocolate candies his mother had given to them shortly before they turned in for the night.

“Absolutely.”

Now, Soobin didn’t consider himself the type to take charge in your relationship, or even in general. It just wasn’t in his nature. You were the one who made plans that he went along with. For the most part, you initiated the physical affection you two shared. The kisses, the hand holding, the sex. Soobin was merely there to enjoy everything you offered him, and he liked it that way. Some would say he was submissive.

But with the way you were acting now, it’s almost like something inside of him switched. He didn’t want to lay back and receive. He wanted to be the one in command.

“Get on your knees for me,” the words rolled of his tongue before he could stop himself. He had shocked himself, so he followed with an uttered, “Please.”

You didn’t hear the second part, you were too busy sinking onto your knees, the tender flesh finding the hardwood floor uncomfortable. But you were so desperate to please him that you didn’t care. You could bare the discomfort for a few minutes if it meant the both of you could get some satisfaction from it.

“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked, looking up at him with the most sultry eyes he’d ever witnessed. It felt like a sin to see you in such a compromising position.

He couldn’t muster up the words, so he nodded eagerly, already reaching for the belt around his waist. You sat back and watched him undress his lower half, subconsciously gnawing at the skin of your lip as he unveiled his beautiful erection.

With his pants and briefs around his ankles, you sat back up on your knees and gripped the base of him in your right hand. The smallest of sighs escaped his pink, parted lips. You did what you knew he loved which was peppering sweet kisses along his length, spreading them out over his sensitive, red, veiny skin. The final kiss was placed against his tip, where you felt the tiniest dribble of precum leaking. Wanton whimpers spilled from him as your mouth suckled at his head, your hand teasingly squeezing the rest of him.

“You have to be quiet if you want me to keep going,” you warned him, though the way you looked up at him didn’t help. How could he not moan when you looked so pretty just for him and with his dick in your mouth?

Nonetheless, Soobin nodded, choking back a drawn-out whine that threatened to release when you slowly took as much of him as you could into your mouth. He had to peel his eyes away from your lips enveloping his erection until you couldn’t take it anymore. His hands shook at his side, not knowing what to do with themselves. That’s when he remembered what you had said. Just use me the way you want to. He wanted to do just that.

Your boyfriend looked back down to see you pumping the base of his erection as you bobbed your head to take the rest of it. A shiver went down his back as he put his thoughts into motion. His fingers reached up to comb your hair away from your face, letting him get a better view of the sinful things you were doing to him. With your hair pulled away and into his fist, he carefully twisted the locks and tugged on them. Your lips parted as you let out a small moan against his tip, your tongue laving the tender skin. The action caught you off guard, but you loved every second of it. You prayed he would do it again, and your prayers were answered. You took him in your mouth again until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little bit. Soobin couldn’t handle the sight of the drool and precum leaking from the corners of your lips, so he pulled gently on your hair again. You relaxed, his dick falling out of your mouth followed by the both of you whining from the loss.

“Am I doing good, Bin?” you asked innocently, pressing another kiss to his tip as you took him in your hand again.

“So good, baby,” he panted quietly, “I’m gonna c- ah . . . cum soon.”

You stifled a giggle as you continued to suckle his head before saying, “Okay, my love. Where do you want to cum?”

Soobin was so wrapped up in the euphoric pleasure that was your hands and lips that he hadn’t even considered where he wanted to finish. Your breasts were always his first thought, but he had done that the most. He wanted to try something different. He looked down at you, picturing his semen decorating your pretty face. Just the imagery in his head alone was enough to make his cock twitch in your grasp.

“Your face,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek as the other gave your hair another tug.

The opposing actions, caring and dominating, had the space between your thighs pooling with desire. You wanted his cum so bad. You didn’t care where it went.

Your hand went to work pumping him as your tongue gave the underneath of his head some love, kitty licking the area that drove him crazy. The entire time you kept eye contact with him, his eyes getting more and more droopy the closer he got. Anytime now . . .

Soobin had to catch his lip in between the grit of his teeth to keep himself from moaning out your beautiful name. Rope after rope of his silky white seed spewed from him, falling onto your face. Your cheek and lips were the main victims, but as he twitched some landed just below your eye. You closed your eyes and relished in the warmth decorating your skin. Soobin’s knees nearly buckled at the obscenity before him, and he was almost convinced he would cum again from looking at it. When your tongue ran along the seams of your lips to collect as much as you could, he tried not to have a heart attack.

Your hand went from his dick to your face, scraping up the liquid to feed it between your lips where you wanted it. Soobin abruptly left to the bathroom, leaving you confused on your knees. You heard the faucet turn on and then off and he returned with a wet hand towel. Without a word, he stood in front of you again, leaning down to wipe the residue of him off of your skin. He concentrated on cleaning you, completely unaware of the way you were making heart eyes at him. You were falling deeper in love with him by the second.

When he caught your eyes observing him, he remembered all the other things that he wanted to do to you. He pressed a loving kiss to your lips, pulling away all too soon to keep the both of you from getting carried away, “Lay down on the bed for me.”

You moved into action, taking his helping hand as you got up from the floor and onto the bed. Soobin went to the bathroom to toss the towel on the counter before returning to you, still recovering a bit from his orgasm. Now it was your turn, and he had no plans of being gentle with you.

You lied on your back naively, looking over the red imprints on your knees from sitting on them. Soobin’s large hands covered them, massaging the aching skin before leaning down and pressing kisses to each one. A smile made its way to your lips only to immediately be replaced with a gasp. Soobin’s hands had run down your legs from your knees to your ankles, pulling them so that you were at the edge of the bed with him standing between your legs. He looked down at you with a smirk that was hiding laughter behind it as he reached up and captured your face in his hands.

His lips and tongue felt like heaven against your own, but it was his hands caressing your body that made your nerves buzz with electricity. It was the way his hands paused to cup his favorite part of you—your breasts. You were almost certain you heard a mewl get caught in the back of his throat as his fingers skimmed over your nipples through the lace of your bra.

You expected his hands to keep moving south, to the place you wanted him the most, but his hand went back up your chest only stopping when he got to your throat. His fingers fell into that familiar position right below your jaw, the pads of his fingertips barely pressing into the divots of your skin. He knew your weaknesses like the back of his big, strong, veiny hand.

“Please fuck me, Soobin,” you begged him, your hands gripping at the material of his sweater which you were now wondering why it was still on him.

“I will, baby, be patient,” he cooed against your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss to it. He let you pull his sweater over his head for him and toss it to the side.

Soobin got onto his own knees in front of you, taking a moment to admire the way you looked at him while his hands massaged your thighs. The skin seemed to get softer the higher he went, and your legs moved on their own, spreading for him. The thin, red lace was the only thing stopping him from going down on you. His fingers extended out to the hem and tugging on them. With your eager assistance he managed to slip them down your thighs and eventually off of you.

With you bare in front of him, he couldn’t contain the pathetic moan that left his lips and made you chuckle. His hands maneuvered themselves under your thighs so that he could open them more and place himself in the middle. His cheeks tickled the inside of your thighs as he leaned in, not yet touching or kissing you the way you wanted him to. No, he simply enjoyed the smell of you, waiting for him to do anything and everything. Your thighs shifted in his hold restlessly, the feeling of his warm breath against you making you fidgety.

“You’re so impatient,” he remarked, his dark eyes looking up at your desperate ones as he finally moved forward and licked between your slippery folds. Before you could stop yourself, the loudest moan you had made until then fumbled over your lips. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it as a reminder to be quiet. Soobin laughed lightly at your reaction.

“It’s not funny,” you mumbled, now lying completely on your back.

“That’s it, baby, just lie down,” his words were quiet and way too gentle for the way he began to devour you. His supple, pouty lips were moving so fluidly against you, kissing you and collecting your juices as they went. His tongue covered any piece of you it could, but mostly paid attention to your clit which had your thighs tensing and your toes curling. His lips curled into a smile when he realized you were getting close, and he put as much focus as possible into sending you over the edge.

“Oh my god, you’re so good at this,” you whispered, but really wanting to scream it at the top of your lungs. Soobin could feel himself getting hard again just from the noises you made and the words you spoke. If only you knew what you do to him.

Your orgasm snuck up on you faster than you expected, making your leg jump from the impact of it. Soobin’s hand held it tight, keeping it in place as he continued to lick you through your high. The sweet taste of your cum dripped onto his tongue, and he welcomed it. In fact, he dove in for more. His hands around your thighs continued to grip you.

The threshold from your orgasm to overstimulation was a little thicker than Soobin’s but it hit you just as hard. Heat flashed across your body and your thighs began vibrating.

“Soobin, it-“ you panted like a dog, your back arching off of the sheets. Your hands reached down to his head, your fingers threading into his black hair. You gave the tresses a gentle tug in an effort to back him off, but he was determined. His suckling lips were holding onto your clit with purpose, and that was to give you the best two orgasms he could, “Soobin, it’s t-too much.”

“Do you want me to stop, baby?”

Yes. No.

“I-“

Another loud moan began in your throat, and his hand made its way up to your chin. The next thing you knew, long, slender fingers were being stuffed between your lips as they stifled your noises. This was new, and you loved it.

Your tongue laved around his digits like they were candy, your plush lips vibrating against his knuckles as you moaned quietly this time. Your second orgasm washed over you much more gently than the first one. But it was way more exhilarating.

Soobin grunted as he watched you suck on his fingers, the sight so erotic he thought he might cum from it, “You’re so fucking hot.”

His lips pressed a chaste kiss against your apex before he stood up, carefully pulling you into a sitting position again. He then found comfort in kissing you until he couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t until his wet fingers were skimming over your shoulder that he realized your bra was still on. His hands moved from your shoulders to the top of the garment, dipping under the edges to free your nipples.

Your breasts. Sigh. He would admire them for forever and a day if you let him. But for now, kissing and touching them would suffice. You quickly reached behind your back to unhook the clasp and let the garment fall away from you. Once it was off, you tossed it to meet his discarded clothes and your matching underwear.

Your boyfriend shook his head, “Maybe I should teach you to be more patient. You could use a lesson in that.”

Neither of you were used to him speaking like this when you had sex, but you both respectively decided that you liked it. In fact, you could get used to it.

A pout puckered your lips together in response, making him shake his head again with a small laugh, “Don’t act all innocent now. You do need to be more patient. And who would be better to teach you than me? Huh?”

Your doe eyes looked up at him like he was a dream.

“Answer me, baby.”

His tone wasn’t demanding or harsh in any way, but the way he said it made you not want to defy him regardless. He was clearly trying out this new, dominant side of him, and you were enjoying it.

“You, Soobin.”

“And why am I the best teacher for you?” he asked, his voice softer than before, like he was genuinely curious. His hand reached up and grasped your chin delicately, his thumb stroking your face.

“Because you’re the only one for me,” you answered honestly, “I’m all yours.”

Melting. That’s what it felt like. Like Soobin’s heart was melting. But elsewhere, his loins were on fire.

An animalistic growl emitted from deep in his chest as he guided your face to his again. Lips locked in a passionate kiss.

“That’s right,” he muttered into the skin under your ear, the urge to mark you there growing by the second, “You’re mine, _______.”

“Always.”

Even though it wasn’t a question, you nodded. Maybe it was to reassure him or just to agree, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Little did you know he was thinking the exact same thing.

I’m all yours to play with.

Your words echoed in his head like a mantra. A startled noise spilled from your lips as Soobin gripped your naked hips, “I want you to ride me.”

You were so horny you would agree to almost anything he wanted. You nodded, scooting back on the bed to give him room to lay down, his ebony hair resting against the pillows underneath him. Cowgirl was his favorite position; that you were fully aware of. Yet you still found it so attractive the way he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes as you climbed onto his lap. His now fully re-erect length was tucked underneath you, your heat making his hips want to buck up into it.

Your knees pressed into the sheets on either side of Soobin’s waist and your hands rested against the faint outline of abs he displayed. His dick felt amazing against your folds as you slowly drug your hips back and forth. The pure arousal between your legs coated him, causing him to become wet and precum to start leaking from him once again.

“Wait,” you stopped your movements completely, looking at Soobin who stared back at you with concern and puzzlement in his eyes, “We don’t have any condoms.”

For a moment you felt your chest deflate of hope, but you quickly recovered. After all, you have been on birth control . . .

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” you shrugged, the tension between you growing thicker.

You swore you saw his eyes gloss over for a second at the idea of him fucking you raw, and honestly it was so hot, “Ar-are you sure?”

“Yes,” you had never nodded so quickly in your life, “Who knows, maybe having your kids wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

You made the comment as a joke, and even though Soobin laughed along with you, his dick twitched at the idea of you pregnant with his child. What has gotten into me? he thought to himself.

After too much teasing and just the right amount of self-control that kept you from begging him to continue—you really were practicing being patient—he finally reached between the two of you. He took his bare dick, waiting as you sat up fully before feeding it between your lips. It had been over two weeks since the last time you two had sex, and you always got butterflies during this part. Soobin wasn’t huge, but he was definitely bigger than most. You sucked in a sharp breath as you slowly sunk down onto him.

You mumbled under your breath, “Oh my god.”

“Holy fu- . . .” he exhaled.

All of those people were right, Soobin thought. It’s one hundred percent better without a condom. He could feel every ridge of your warm insides, and it felt like the closest thing to what he imagined heaven being.

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you started to rock your hips back and forth. His cock pulled almost all the way out, until his tip was the only thing inside of you, before you moved back and enveloped him again. A steady and gratifying rhythm began with your hips meeting his and pretty soon you were losing yourself to the pleasurable feeling. Your lower lip was virtually caged between your teeth, biting back any loud noises that threatened to escape.

Below you, Soobin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. The way your lip twitched when he filled you up just right. The way your necklace shifted around your neck. The way your boobs vaguely shook with each movement. Which reminded him . . . You wanted him to play with you, right? Say less.

His large hands captured your breasts, moulding them as if they were his own personal stress toys. He gently squeezed and massaged the flesh, stopping only to tweak your nipples between his fingertips. A tiny squeak of pain mixed with pleasure got stuck in your throat, making Soobin smirk.

“Does that hurt, baby?”

You shook your head, your pace quickening as you felt that familiar twisting feeling in your gut coming on, “No. No, it feels amazing.”

“Mm,” he hummed, his lips parting as he did it again, this time a little harder. His fingers took your nipples in their grip and twisted, making a whimper fall off your tongue even louder than before, “Shh, baby. If you keep making noise we’ll have to stop, remember?”

Your head nodded, but your mind was elsewhere, only half-listening to him. You were getting too close to your release to give him your full attention.

Soobin’s tongue slid over his lower lip, watching you lose yourself. As much as he wanted to cum in you like this, he didn’t want the moment to end quite yet.

“Please tell me you’re close,” you whined in a hushed tone.

“Almost.”

Your head lolled back in agony. Your thighs were starting to burn and the aches lingering from your two previous orgasms didn’t help. Soobin could tell you were getting weaker, so he decided to help you speed up the process. He put his thumb between his lips, letting enough saliva bubble up between the puffy pink skin to wet his finger. He then put it between your bodies, finding your clit after a few seconds of searching for it. Your body shivered from his touch, and your knees shifted as you began to ride him with more vigor than before.

“Soobin, I’m not gonna last much longer. Are you almost there?” you asked again, stabilizing your hands on his knees behind you. At this pace you were bound to explode at any second.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Just cum.”

And you did just that.

Soobin’s lips were frozen in an open position, somehow still shocked by how hot you were when you orgasmed despite experiencing this a handful of times before. Your eyes were screwed together, and a quiet moan squeaked through your lips. Your fingers gripped the flesh of his knees behind you, making Soobin’s legs shake from the pain.

“R-red.”

Soobin hadn’t realized his thumb was still rubbing your clit until you were stuttering the safe word, one of your hands flying between your legs to pull it away. Your boyfriend apologized, moving the thumb back to your hip where he stroked the skin tenderly. Your hand rested against his happy trail, feeling his stomach shift with each ragged breath he took.

“You didn’t finish,” you mumbled, your eyes still closed.

“I know,” his eyes twinkled up at your beautiful face as your eyes opened and your gaze finally met his, “You’ve still got one more in you, don’t you?”

He chuckled when he noticed your subtle gulp of indecision.

“Come on, just one more,” he used the one thing he knew you couldn’t resist. His pout. Your eyes drifted to his uniquely pointed, supple lips, and he could’ve sworn he felt you clench around him, “I’ll take good care of you after, okay? Promise.”

“Okay,” you nodded, redistributing your weight as he sat up with you still on his lap. With him still seated inside of you, you wound your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a passionate kiss that had your head spinning—then again, it could have just been the multiple orgasms he just gave you. His own arms encircled your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t Soobin picking you up off his lap and spinning the two of you so that you were under him on the mattress. A gasp left you as your head hit the pillows and Soobin got himself comfortable between your hips again, having been removed during the shift. You suddenly felt so empty, and you hated it.

“Just one more, and then we’re done,” he whispered against your neck before suckling the skin, intending to leave a nice hickey.

“I know you want me to be patient, Soobin, but I need you to fuck me,” you sighed, your fingers threading through his silky hair.

Your boyfriend softly laughed in your ear as his lips pressed a kiss against the shell of it, “I will. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember anyone’s name but mine.”

You clenched around nothing, your thighs shifting around his hips. You ached for him, and he knew it.

Soobin distracted you with kisses all over your face and neck that when his erection was entering you, you were taken completely off guard. A loud whimper left you before you could stop it, and Soobin shook his head, “Shhh. Be quiet or I’ll have to make you be quiet. You don’t want that, do you, baby?”

He expected you to shake your head, but instead he got your hazy eyes looking back at him as if his suggestion were a treat. He especially didn’t expect your walls to tighten around him after he said it.

“You want me to shut you up?” he asked with a smirk tugging at his lips, “You want me to shove my fingers back in your filthy mouth? Huh?”

You were practically on cloud nine at this point as you nodded, “Yes, please.”

“And you used your manners,” he marveled as he started thrusting shallowly into you. You bit back every noise you wanted to make. You were doing so good for him, and you didn’t want to fuck up now, “Good girl.”

Another moan almost escaped you, but you swallowed it back before it could erupt. This couldn’t get any better, you thought. But it did.

Soobin’s right hand secured his position over you, gripping the bed beside you for security. The other reached up to your face, his thumb rubbing over your messy, slightly swollen lips. You immediately parted them for him to put his fingers in, and he smiled at your impatience. I’ll let it slide, since you look so hot right now.

His index and middle finger slipped past your lips, sliding over your tongue with ease. You closed your mouth around him, humming in satisfaction at the feeling of being full in two places. He started to match the pace of his fingers to his cock, sliding both slowly but with purpose. You felt his fingertips kiss the back of your throat just as you felt his tip kiss your cervix. You were in paradise.

“You’re doing so good, _______,” he kissed your ear, his breath tickling it, “You look so pretty, all for me. My pretty little slut. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Slut? Your head was spinning again. You’ve been waiting for this for so long.

You nodded in agreement, muttering against his fingers, “Mhmm.”

“Who does this mouth belong to?” he whispered, making your heart skip a beat.

He took his fingers out of your mouth just enough for you to speak, “You, Soobin.”

“And who does this pussy belong to?”

It felt like he was speaking a foreign language. Your boyfriend was far from innocent, but you had never heard him speak like this before. Your boyfriend wasn’t possessive in his day-to-day life, and you didn’t want him to be. But in the bedroom? Him being possessive and talking dirty to you like this caused a tsunami between your legs. You weren’t sure why but seeing your cute and harmless Soobin become so jealous and domineering was bewitching you.

“You. You. It’s all for you,” you repeated, the familiarity of another impending orgasm creeping in your muscles.

Soobin smirked again, marking your collarbones with his lips and ambition, “That’s right, baby. I’m all yours, and you’re all mine. No one else’s.”

You shook your head, your breaths becoming more and more bated as he continued to roughly thrust into you, “No one.”

He stuffed his fingers back into your mouth gently, hiding a smile when you immediately moaned around his knuckles. The fingernails of your right hand dug into the skin of his lower back as your left hand found comfort in his hair. Your hips began bucking up to meet his thrusts. You were getting so close again.

“Gonna cum one last time for me, my love?”

You nodded lazily, your energy dissipating. Soobin’s thumb caressed your face before he leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips which were still occupied. His thrusts became more driven and erratic as he felt himself also getting close to his orgasm. He edged himself one too many times, so this time was going to be big. It was then that he remembered he was fucking you raw. When I cum, it will fill her up, he thought. It’s going to seep out of her. This is a fucking dream.

“Are you sure I can cum inside?” he asked once more, right as he was on the verge of blowing. He didn’t want to do it if you changed your mind.

You nodded again, fighting the urge to whine when his fingers slipped out of your lips again.

“Are you posit-“

“Yes, fuck- Please fill me up!” your eyes shut again as you buried your face into his neck to stifle your noises. You held onto him for dear life, continuing to buck your hips against his until your fourth orgasm of the night washed over you. Your walls pulsing around him on top of your fingers tugging at his hair was the last straw; he couldn’t hold back anymore, even if he tried.

“Shit,” his voice cracked. His hips stuttered, and the arm he was using to hold himself up was losing strength. His warm cum filled you, covering your insides. Once he was empty and his cock finished twitching, he slowly pulled out of you and paused to gain composure.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself fully relax, and for a moment it felt like you were sinking into the mattress. As your breathing started to return to normal, you felt the sensation of Soobin’s cum beginning to leak from you.

A small gasp left your lips, getting your boyfriend’s attention, “I can’t get cum on these sheets, Soobin.”

In his post-orgasm haze, he somehow forgot about the fact that he just came inside of you for the first time. He was so used to using condoms that he didn’t think about the mess after.

Without a word, his fingers skimmed over your torso and down between your legs, scooping up the liquid that was starting to leak. You assumed he was going to wipe it on his body or even yours, but apparently, he wasn’t done surprising you tonight. He carefully slipped his two fingers back into your folds, shoving them inside to gather more of his cum on the digits. Your head dug back into the pillows as you groaned, and Soobin chuckled at your response.

“Do you want it?” he asked as he withdrew the cum-coated fingers from you, holding them up in front of your face so you could see the liquid dripping over his hand.

Even though you had just experienced four overwhelming orgasms and fatigue was slowly settling in your bones, you couldn’t deny his offer. Something inside of you just couldn’t resist him. Though, it’s not like you wanted to.

You nodded, pornographic moans reverberating around his finger as you sucked your mixed semen off of his skin and the palm of his hand. As you licked the residue clean, he leaned forward and replaced his hands with his lips, capturing you in a kiss that was so full of love you thought your heart might implode.

You regretfully pulled away first, making Soobin hmph in dissatisfaction, “I’m sorry, I love you, but I need to take a bath or shower or something soon. I feel dirty.”

Soobin laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple, “After all of that, I do too. I’ll go run the water for us.”

“That sounds perfect.”

The water felt like an orgasm in itself. The way the warm water hit the tense muscles of your bare back. Soobin carefully stepped in behind you, facing the running water while you faced him. He smiled down at you, admiring your oblivious self. Your eyes were closed as you enjoyed the stream, a lazy grin on your lips that only got wider when he leaned down to press a kiss against them.

“_______, my love, would you like me to wash your hair for you?” he asked, his large hands resting on your waist.

“I would love that.”

Your boyfriend picked up the bottle of shampoo, lathering some in his hand before putting the bottle back. He instructed you to close your eyes and tip your head back as he began gently massaging your scalp. A satisfied hum involuntarily left your lips, making him giggle. You poked his side playfully, and he apologized. He then got the conditioner and repeated the same actions, sliding his fingers through your hair as the water washed away any dirt and oil from the day—but mainly from the last thirty minutes.

He wasn’t sure what to do when he finished, but your eyes were still closed, and you seemed to just be enjoying the water again. So, he took it upon himself to get a washcloth and douse it with enough soap. He slid the cloth first over your shoulders in circular motions, going down your arms, then your back. He reluctantly passed them over your neck and chest, inspecting the faint purple-red marks that were bound to become darker overnight.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed, making you open your eyes in confusion.

“About what, baby?”

“For leaving so many marks,” he said, caressing the spots with his thumb gingerly, “I’m sorry if I went a little too far earlier by the way . . . Calling you a slut and all that. Thinking about it now, it seems a little excessive.”

You shook your head, subtly biting your lip, “Don’t be, I liked it. All of it. Y’know, I really love how soft and sweet you are, but sometimes it’s nice to let go and be a little . . . wild, I guess? I know you would never intentionally hurt me, so it’s fine. And as for the hickeys, don’t worry. I can cover them up with make up in the morning.“

Soobin nodded, his hands still running the sudsy washcloth over your stomach and waist, “And I’m sorry for getting so jealous. I trust you in every sense of the word, but my pride gets the best of me sometimes.”

“We have plenty of time to work on it, but it really wasn’t that bad. Honestly, if I knew you being jealous would lead to this, I would’ve gotten you riled up ages ago.”

“Don’t say that,” he shook his head, scoffing. You laughed, pulling him into another kiss as you assured him you were joking. His kisses were peppered from your lips to your cheeks, jaw, neck, chest, until he got to your sternum.

He lowered to his knees, washing your legs starting from your feet and calves. His hands so gently circled over your knees and up your thighs. His eyes found yours as he pressed a kiss to your tummy, making a shiver run down your spine. If you weren’t so tired, you could have gone another round right then and there.

Soobin let you cleanse the rest yourself as he quickly washed himself up. Once the both of you were done, he shut the water off and toweled himself off before draping you in your own towel. He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, sweatpants, and a t-shirt and went back into the room to check his phone while you got dressed.

The both of you brushed your teeth together at the sink—you laughing through the froth of your toothpaste as Soobin made faces at you in the mirror. After you wiped your mouth clean, you followed him into the bedroom, ready to relax under the covers and go to sleep.

“I’m gonna go get a glass of water,” Soobin said, going towards the door as you laid back against the pillows, “Don’t fall asleep before I give you your goodnight kiss.”

You scoffed with a smile, “Yes sir.”

Soobin was sure to be quiet in every move he made—closing the bedroom door and walking down the stairs. He peeked over the stair railing to see his sister and Dohyun sleeping on the pull-out couch, and Jiwon was still curled up peacefully on the recliner. His feet padded softly against the lower steps before he touched the floor. He made his way to the kitchen but was shocked to see the dim glow of the oven light already on. Mom always turns that off, he thought. 

He approached the doorway to see his brother already looking through the fridge.

“What are you doing up?” he whispered, causing Sungmin to stand at attention.

“Oh,” his brother relaxed once he realized it was him, “Came down to get a drink. You?”

“Same.”

His brother gave him a pointed look, with a smirk wiggling the corner of his lips, “Thirsty?”

Soobin’s eyebrows furrowed at his brother’s odd demeanor, “Yeah?”

“I bet. I would be too if I just had the sex you did.”

Your boyfriend froze, not sure if he should be nervous or embarrassed.

“Don’t worry,” Sungmin laughed quietly, “You guys weren’t loud or anything. I just heard when I went to the bathroom earlier. Sounded like _______ was having fun.”

Soobin’s fists tensed up at his side as he debated on holding his tongue or giving his brother a piece of his mind. Today was his unlucky day.

“Y’know what, Sungmin? She was,” Soobin remarked, secretly loving the way his brother’s expression switched from arrogance to bewilderment, “And I’m sorry that you and Yoona didn’t work out, but I’d appreciate it if you quit looking at my girlfriend every chance you get.”

Sungmin looked confused, but his brother cut him off before he could speak again, “Yeah, don’t think I didn’t notice. You were never that great at being subtle. Like the comments about me you keep making? Trying to humiliate me in front of her? It didn’t work. So, you can drop it.“

“Soobin, I- I’m sorry if it seemed like I was trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Sungmin. I brought _______ here to spend a nice holiday with our family. Not for you to take every chance you could to steal her from me.“

Sungmin was too stunned to speak. Soobin felt better thinking it was because his older brother was finally embarrassed by his actions. He busied himself fixing two glasses of water, and before he could walk out of the kitchen, his brother spoke again.

“Soobin, I really am sorry.”

The younger brother turned, nodding to his sibling nonchalantly, “Merry Christmas, Sungmin.”

The family of three were still sound asleep as he passed them on his way back upstairs. With careful steps, he carried himself to the bedroom, opening and closing the door softly. He smiled as he looked over at the bed to see your phone haphazardly leaning against the pillow beside you, your grip on it loosening. Your eyes slowly blinked with sleep tugging at them.

“You didn’t fall asleep without your kiss, did you?”

“Mm?” you hummed, opening your eyes and picking your phone up so it wouldn’t fall, “No.”

Your boyfriend laughed at your half-awake form, handing you the second glass of water from his side of the bed. You sat up a bit to take the cup and drink from it. Soobin slid in beside you on the bed, drinking from his own glass.

“You didn’t wake anybody, right?” you asked, placing your cup and phone on the nightstand.

Soobin paused, and before he could speak, you were already looking at him with a stern look, “I didn’t wake anyone . . . but I ran into Sungmin in the kitchen.”

“Okay?” you were wondering why he brought it up, until- “He didn’t hear us, did he? Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. Soobin, what if your parents heard?”

Soobin shook his head as he placed his cup down, “________, they didn’t hear us. The others were fast asleep in the living room. Sungmin only heard because he got up to use the bathroom.”

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you sighed, “What did he say? Actually, I probably don’t wanna know.”

Your boyfriend shrugged, “He made a comment about you sounding like you were having fun-“

Your cheeks bloomed with heat. This couldn’t get any worse—well, it could, but this was embarrassing enough as it is, “And?”

“-and I kind of snapped on him. I wasn’t going to, but I’m just so sick of him. I told him to quit looking at you and trying to humiliate me.”

Your eyes softened as you watched his nose crinkle with anger while he talked. It was rare to see Soobin annoyed much less angry, “What happened after that?”

“He tried to apologize, but I didn’t wanna hear it,” he shrugged, then chuckled, “I finished by telling him Merry Christmas.”

You poked his arm before wrapping your hands around it, “Well, I’m glad you finally got it off your chest, at least. I’m proud of you.”

Soobin half-smiled, leaning into your lips as they reached up and kissed his dimple. He turned to press your lips against his, his hand extending to stroke your cheek lovingly. You were practically melting into him.

You finally convinced him to lie down and shut off the lamps. He curled up to you, resting his head on your chest as his long legs intertwined with yours. He noticed your hand resting by your side with your bracelet on it, so he reached out and moved it to sit atop your tummy. He held your hand there, giggling as the charms clicked together magnetically and formed a full heart that mimicked his own. You smiled, feeling more loved in this moment than ever before. Just as your eyes were closing and a content sigh was leaving your lips, he asked:

“Did you have a good Christmas?”

“Absolutely. Did you?”

“Yeah, I did,” he hummed, “I love you, _______.”

“I love you more, Soobin.”

[kidney9-9]

Give Me Your All - Tom Holland

Anonymous asked: heyyy, idk if your still taking requests but could I ask for a Tom smut??? It’s okay if not, just ignore this. But if so, could you write one where Tom has a massive crush on the reader and he’s touching himself to the thought of the reader and records it (moaning and all) , pretending that he was going to send it because it turned him on. But after he climaxes, instead of deleting the video he ACTUALLY sends it. You could take it form there, but yeah phew🥵

Hey there sweetie, hope you enjoy this oneshot of Tom Holland and Reader. Please read the warnings. This oneshot is childhood friends-to-lovers :) Let me know if you’d like a part two, I didn’t get to write everything I’d like to, because it’s already long :) 

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Tom Holland x Reader (Smut) Warnings: Smut, confessions of love, unsolicited nude video, swearing, nicknames (sexual and nonsexual), teasing, female recieving oral, mention of hand job, unprotected sex, talk of kinks, slight mention of hand kink, biting, some dominance fighting, choking/breath play and some dirty talk. Please do not read if any of these warnings made you uncomfortable, thank you :) Word Count: 7.4k

He’s been friends with you since forever, and he’s been in love with you since then. Your friendship was something he valued close to his heart as well, loving how you were kind to him and how funny you two would get sometimes. He remembers how the two of you met, back in kindergarten. You were playing near the slide, and you demanded people called you the Queen of the court. Being only five years old, everyone was confused, including Tom. He was the one to question you, and your explanation only made it more confusing, making him feel competitive though. He challenged you to a duel using sticks for the title of Queen of the court. You both ended up with bruises and scrapes, but giggled at each other, shouting dumb jokes about chickens and crayons.

You’ve been inseparable since then. You were there when he lost his first tooth and made a letter with him to the tooth fairy for a mighty amount of 1 trillion pounds. Tom ended up receiving one pound and an old copy of Toy Story. You both cherished that movie forever, claiming the tooth fairy loved giving cool movies to Tom, because every tooth he lost after that (until he realized the tooth fairy wasn’t real), he received old copies of movies and a few pounds. He remembered the crush he formed on you by age 11, how he would blush and call you a dumb girl when you’d compliment cute things about him, and then he would apologize and tell you how he thought you were a bit too cool to be a girl (which always led to funny arguments).

By age 16, he realized that it was much more than just a crush, watching you have your first kiss. It hurt him, and he thought it would be the end of the world because he was convinced you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore. Sure, he had his first kiss at 14, but it was a truth or dare game, and he didn’t like the other girl, but it still hurt to see you kiss someone else. He always wished that his first and last kiss would be with you.

And now, he knew for sure he was in love with you. So many years being close to you, but unable to make a move, it was tough.

It’s been hard, hiding his real feelings for you and watching as you would get your heart broken over again. He tried many times to get over you, to date random girls or just have hook ups, but it always ended the same- he’d end up thinking of you. He’d think of how you’d smile brightly to him when he’d make a stupid joke, or how you would nudge him during parts of a movie you found funny. Or when you’d giggle loudly when you’d accidently drop your phone multiple times a day, or when you’d wear his sweaters when you’re cold. He truly loved you, and when he learned to accept it, it only strengthened.

He’d find himself gazing down at your body at moments, and just wonder what it would be like if you were moaning and whimpering under him. He couldn’t count the times he’d catch himself with a hard on just by seeing you in his bedroom, where you two always hang out. He’d excuse himself quickly, rushing to the bathroom and he’d groan quietly, lecturing himself to stop thinking about you. 

It rarely worked, and he’d sit with a hard on for hours as you laid back on his bed, scrolling through your phone as you talked to him, without a clue of what bulging pain he was going through.

He couldn’t help it today either, realizing he hadn’t seen you lately and he pulled up your text messages, to read what you two spoke about before. His cock stirred and twitched in his pants as your profile picture loaded on the screen. 

It was one of his favorite photos of you, beautifully sat next to him, with your head tucked close to his neck and your lips barely touching his skin as you beamed. Fuck, it was too much. The adrenaline he would have when he’d jerk off, filming in the messages he had with you was addictive. It turned him on so much, it felt so real, that he would actually send it to you, and he could only dream that you would send one back- or even come to him.

Tom slipped a hand under his boxers, after he spit into his hand. It curled around his cock, gently bringing it out from his boxers and sighing in relief as he pumped it to life. His finger swiped over his tip, collecting some of the precum to slide down the rest of his cock. He pressed on the record button with his other hand, facing his cock and him as he moaned quietly at the start.

“Fuck,” He murmured, blinking slowly as he focused on the picture near his bed of the two of you. It was another one, different than the profile picture. You had your legs wrapped around his, in a game of twister the two of your played back on his latest birthday. He remembered the feeling of you so close, touching his bare legs with yours and he remembered your breathing hitting his skin, and he soaked in the memory, almost feeling you against him again.

“Y/n…” He moaned out, closing his eyes now, and his hand started to curl faster up and down, slapping all the way to his skin, savoring the sounds as if it was him pounding into you instead. Oh, how much he imaged your pussy clenching around his cock, soaking in juices and cum, and you’d be stuttering out his name, crying for more. The camera focused on his cock, picking up all the noises of his heavy breathing, and the sounds of his hand moving up and down at an increasing speed over his precum soaked cock.

“I need you so bad,” He whimpered, imagining you sat naked against his sheets while he walked closer to your figure. He’d pleasure you, first. He would beg to hear you moan his name; chant out swears while you’d cum all over his face. “Cum for me, be my good girl, you can do it.” He gasped loudly, head tilting back even more. Your pussy would pulse against his cock as he’d slide it sloppily against your clit to get you even more aroused and soaked.

Oh, fuck, just thinking of you wet made him hang right over the edge. “I- fuck, such a good girl, you can do it, I love you!” He cried out, hand shaking with his phone and the video still capturing the moment. His cock twitched with anticipation, leading up to his orgasm. Tom flicked his thumb over his tip repeatedly before slapping up and down with even more speed.

“Y/n, angel, please- fuck- you’re too good to me.” He whimpered, his cock finally spilling with cum, spurting out in long moments as Tom breathed heavily, keeping his hand on the base of his cock. He sighed, opening his eyes as he wished you were here. 

He watched as his cock stopped coming, and he wiped up quickly, making sure he didn’t let any of it fall onto his sheets. He stopped the video, tossing the phone on his bed as he stood up slowly to go wash his hands. He took off his boxers, throwing them to a corner of his bedroom, and walked over to his bathroom. He tried to stop thinking of you, knowing he’d only be even more horny if he continued, and he would have to jerk off again.

His hands lathered in the soap and water and he didn’t care to dry them as he walked back to his bed. He gazed at the phone, trying to press out of the message app, but instead it froze causing him to groan. He irritated tapped at the screen, just wanting to delete the video and get out of the app. 

But instead, it replayed the first part of the video, and Tom gulped in nervousness, quickly realizing what might have just happened. He turned off his phone in an instant, shakily pressing the home button again, and unlocking it to see the messages again. “Fuck!” He yelped out, seeing the video had sent to you and he froze as he saw you start typing back.

“No, no, no” He continued, as fear and panic stroke through him, knowing he fucked up completely now. “Shit, how do I delete this?” He groaned loudly, starting to breath unevenly and in a panic, as the video played over again, and he quickly wiped his hands onto his sheets, not caring that it got wet.

He started typing, in shock. He was writing apologies left and right, as tears started to burn in his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you, not like this. It was a mistake, he didn’t mean to do it, he wrote heartfelt, and with passion, trying to explain you were never supposed to see or know any of this. That it was wrong for him to take videos, moaning your name. Tears started to drop onto the phone screen as your message popped up.

“Are you at home?”

Tom gasped after he pressed send to the long apologies, quickly typing that, yes, he was at home. He continued to add an even longer sorry in the message, as he started to cry more. Just mere minutes ago he was moaning your name, now he was crying your name. He didn’t want to lose you; it would be terrible and unimaginable.

That was when his phone started to ring, with your name at the top. You were calling him, and his eyes widened in further shock, wondering what he should do. He hesitated until the third ring, pressing accept and putting you on speaker.

“Hello? Tom?” Your voice came through the phone, causing Tom to shakily sigh out. His face rested in his hands as he groaned muffled, “Hey…” He trailed off, trying to stop his crying and apologize again. He was sat on his bed without any of his clothes, and before he could continue, you spoke up again.

“Do you- are you alone right now?” You murmured into the phone, causing Tom to glance up confused. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he quietly answered you, “Yeah, I am. Listen, I’m really sorry, that was inappropriate and…” He paused as you cleared your throat.

Your question burned through his mind, “Did you mean it? That you love me?” Yes, he meant it, he swore he’s been in love with you so long. The fear that he felt as he opened his mouth to reply was harsh, but he knew that he needed to confess now or never. 

That video was never supposed to be sent to you, but he knew if he finally got it out, then there would be some type of light feeling he’d have off his chest. He nodded, silently hyping himself up and pushing out the nervousness as he pulled his face away from his hands and squeezed at his thumbs.

“Yes, I love you.” He confessed, biting down harshly on his lip as silence went through the call.

Panic filled his thoughts and body as he heard you shuffle on the other line. “Y/n?” He whispered, staring down at the phone as he went rigid, wondering if he’s lost you now. Fuck, he wouldn’t know how to cope with losing you. Everything started with you, and you were his best friend. He didn’t care if he’d be hurt, watching you fall in love with someone else if that meant he could still be close and be your friend. But if he lost you, it would hurt the most.

“I’m coming over.” You responded, after those few moments that felt as if they were hours to him. He didn’t know what to do in that second, he almost forgot to breathe until you called his name again softly. “I love you too.” You whispered into the phone, hanging up as you got into your car and sighed out in shock.

Tom sat on his bed, naked as warmth spread through him. You love him back? The same way he did? He fell back onto his bed as one of the brightest smiles he’s ever had appeared on his face, love-doped by the fact his most desirable dreams were real- they came true. But he instantly shot right back up with a loud yelp. You were on your way right now, holy fuck. He glanced down to his figure in shock and stumbled up, rushing to his closet and tugging out new boxers. His eyes searched his closet for over two minutes, stressing about what to wear, and what the fuck was happening.

“Shit,” He pressed out, just tugging out an old but nice shirt he hasn’t worn in a few years. He buttoned it up and threw on his boxers and pulled out a pair of pants before groaning. It wasn’t a fucking business meeting, was it? No way, he pulled out a pair of dark jeans instead, slipping and tumbling as he pushed them on quickly.

You. Just you, he thought of. Everything about you was so amazing, and he couldn’t think of anyone or anything that was more flawless than you.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard you knock on the door and his eyes widened once more, rushing to the mirror and glancing down at himself, like he had pre-date nerves but much worse. He ran over to the door after a few seconds, and answered it, tugging the door completely open as you smiled softly to him.

“Hey,” You mumbled, smiling to him as Tom’s mouth opened up, but he had no idea what to say except, “Sorry! Again!”

You laughed back and shrugged. It was very surprising, shocking in fact. But also, just fucking hot, you watched it so many times, just hearing him moan out your name in such a way. You had so much to say and wanted to know- but it was still just incredible to you that he loves you like you love him. You can’t count how many times you’ve accidently moaned out his name when you were with your ex, but it just proved you love Tom so much.

When you developed feelings for him back in middle school, you quickly denied them. It didn’t make much sense at first, but you remembered seeing him in a different way. Noticing the strange but lovely things about him, how he tugged on his hair when he was bored, or nervous. And when he’d smile and look down, as if he was shy or insecure about it. You slowly started to start noticing these things about him, and you started thinking about him more, thinking about how something reminded you of him.

By high school, you thought he was your soulmate. Which wasn’t really a good idea to think. You’d be upset seeing him date other girls, and you tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t the one, that your soulmate was out there- and soon you just stopped believing in soulmates or even twin flames. Maybe the two of you were destined just to be best friends for life, which you thought back at the end of high school would be fine.

Something about Tom was that the had glow ups almost every month, it seemed impossible but each time you saw him, you’d be more attractive to him. Notice his dimples, and how his shoulders developed more muscle to them. Summer was always a mess for you, seeing him in his trunks, you couldn’t look anywhere at him without thinking of the things you wished you could do with him, but most of all you wanted to be with him.

Now with his video, everything seemed so complicated but easy to solve at the same time. You didn’t know what he was thinking though, and you wondered if you’d leave without a best friend, or even happier. You’d hope for the later, but it was up to whatever would happen now. You cleared your throat, as you stepped into his house, after Tom moved out of the way silent.

“Y/n…” He started, watching as you took a seat on the edge of the couch, facing him. You nodded back to him, biting your lip as your eyebrows knitted together in nervousness. Tom walked closer to you, choosing to take a seat on one of the chairs next to the couch.

“I’m really sorry. You weren’t supposed to find out- at all. I know that was just horrible, and I feel really bad.” He rambled, sniffling slightly as he waved a hand through his messy hair. You saw everything, it was so embarrassing, but he felt confused, after hearing you confess back to him. “Tommy, I- um, it’s okay.” You replied, nodding your head back to him.

He groaned, knowing it wasn’t. No one likes being sent videos like that without their permission, and to hear him say your name and what he was saying must’ve been the cherry on top. “And, I do love you, Y/n. I’ve been in love with you for a while now, but I don’t want to lose you.” He went on, gazing at you softly and worriedly.

“You won’t lose me…” You trailed off, glancing around the room. “Unless you want to. I don’t want to lose you either, you’re my best friend and I love you- I’m in love with you too.” You whispered back, feeling your heart start to race. Tom blushed at your words, as his eyebrows raised.

“You really love me?” He questioned, starting to wonder if this was just all a dream. How many times have you said it now in the past hour? It was just all a shock to him now, but it was true, everything was. You giggled back at his question, watching a goofy grin pulled across his face, “Yes Buzz Lightyear!” You replied, laughing even more as Tom let out a loud laugh.

The nickname traveled all the way back to when the two of you watched Toy Story for the first time together. You told him he looked like Andy but acted like Buzz, to which he proudly stood up from the couch and shout, “To infinity and beyond with my best friend!” You quickly bounced next to him, standing on the couch excitedly, “We’re best friends?” You questioned. And that was the story of how you two got even closer, still watching Toy Story together even now.

You both watched Toy Story and lots of other movies together throughout the years. Constantly nicknaming each other by the characters. It was an inside joke you both played by, but you felt especially happy whenever he’d call you something. He’d nicknamed you Matilda after he saw you carrying three textbooks in the hallway and you usually stuck to calling him Buzz.

While you were laughing hard, Tom stood up from his seat, admiring your beauty while he walked over to you. You calmed your laughter, letting your face soften as Tom came closer, and you hoped off the couch, glancing to his lips for a few moments. Tom saw your movement, as he parted his lips and licked them gently. The thought of your perfect lips against his, he almost groaned.

His eyes also drifted down to focus on your lips, favoring the way they sparked in the soft sunlight. You were beautiful, always, inside and out, something he found wonderful. Your eyelids fluttered as Tom stepped even closer to you, where you can feel his breath his against your skin. You leaned up, tilting your head close to his as his hand gently grasped under your chin.

“I love you Y/n.” He whispered, closing the gap between the two of you, landing his lips against yours softly. You instantly responded to his kiss, closing your eyes completely now, as you felt yourself fluster with happiness and excitement. Your mouth opened slightly, letting your tongue out as the kiss deepened. His tongue warmed against your lips, licking them as you wrapped a hand around the back of his head, gasping slightly.

Fucking sparks.

It was perfect, his arm flew around to your back, pulling you closer to him as you tugged on his hair and played with it. You stepped closer to him, as the two of you started to kiss passionately, and his other hand drew down under your shirt, skimming your skin gently as you gasped at the coldness. It only led to him kissing you even harder, as he stumbled with you back around to his bedroom, knocking into random objects of the house.

He cursed as he pulled away, breathing deeply along with you and you pulled him in for another kiss, bumping into one of the floor lamps, causing you to giggle against his lips. You both clumsily and blindly walked back towards his room, still hitting walls and even a pile of scripts he had on the floor.

His hands now were both under your shirt, sliding up and down on your back, feeling your soft skin as you still had one in his hair, tugging it with more force now. Your other arm went down to his neck, circling shapes and pinching at times.

When Tom’s back hit against his bedroom door, you both pulled away for a few moments, taking deep breaths as he pulled the doorknob, opening to the room. He pushed the door opened quickly, before taking ahold of you again, groaning as your lips hit his, instantly opening as his tongue explored your mouth. You both stumbled into the room, but instead of going to the bed, he pushed you against the wall to get closer to your figure. He grunted, feeling his cock twitch again as he felt you grind against his leg, trying to heave yourself up.

Tom grunted, pulling away from your lips, but kept his head against the wall, pulling your body up as you jumped. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pushed your hips against his, moaning when you felt a spark of heat run through your body, filling up in your lower stomach. “Fuck Tommy,” You laughed out breathlessly, before pulling his head back to your lips, kissing him again. Tom hummed against your lips, letting his teeth bite down onto your bottom lip, causing you to gasp.

“Like it when I kiss you like that?” He muttered back to you, pushing into your body even more against the wall, causing you to shiver at the closeness. This was your best friend, the man you fell in love with over so many years, and now hearing him talk back to you made you want to roll your head back and moan. It was incredible, being with the person you’ve loved for most of your life.

“Oh, yes,” You responded, nodding as his lips kissed down your neck. Your hips jutted up against his again, causing Tom’s cock to stir completely up into a full erection. Earlier today he wouldn’t believe this would ever happen, but now it was and fuck, he was so in love and lustful.

He bit and nibbled at your neck, causing you to whimper as he licked and smoothed sweet kisses to calm your neck down. “Tom- fuck, babe.” You moaned, as he started to grind against you in a rhythm you found addictive, pushing your hips up to meet.

“Can you believe how long I’ve wanted to do this? See you crying out my name?” He pushed out after leaving a long lick onto your neck. Your eyes widened as his dirty talk turned you on even more, causing you to feel a pulsing at your core, wanting to feel even more of him. 

“I wanted you like this too,” You confessed, out of breath as you slid a hand between your bodies, underneath his shirt. Your hand contacted his abs, causing you to shake with delight.

“Really?” Tom retorted, grinning as he gazed back at you as sweat started to pull at his forehead. You nodded back to him as he continued to dry hump against you. “Then show me.” He taunted, causing you to furrow your eyebrows before tugging his head back to yours again. You harshly bit onto his lip, swirling your tongue out after a moment while your other hand curled near his pants, cupping his hard on.

Tom gasped into the kiss as you started to unzip his jeans, making him groan against your lips. You grinned, loving the way he made those sounds, “Mm, pretty boy,” You mumbled, letting your lips disconnect, as you made your way to his ear. Tom clenched one of his fists up against the wall as you pecked messy kisses into his ear and tried pushing his pants lower. 

He helped you out, but shivered as you moaned into his ear, “I’ve dreamed of you begging,” You paused, whispering now against his skin, under his ear and onto his neck, “Asking for my wet pussy,” Another pause.

Tom’s face was more than red at this point, as he realized his wishes were granted to him, and he thanked everything around him, but most importantly you in his head. “And hm, do you know who made me wet?” You murmured, grinning widely as you peeked at his face.

“I- I do.” Tom responded, instantly losing all his confidence as you slid your hand underneath his boxers. You licked your lips as your eyes widened, getting a feeling of his girth. Feeling excited, but still playful, you continued your talking, “Who is it? Is it my pretty boy?” You murmured to him, sliding your hand up and down while lightly gripping his cock, giving him a loose hand job to work him up.

“Y-yes, fuck Y/n.” He panted out, head rolling to the side as his legs started to go weak. You grinned even more, before pulling your hand away and grasping his stomach again. He groaned, pushing his hips forward and meeting your center again, as you wrapped your legs tight around him once more.

“You’re a fucking tease,” He cried out, as you bit his ear, moaning. You sighed out again, watching as his eyes fluttered at the feeling of your breath against his skin. “And you know what happens to teasers?” He continued, stuttering as you grinded down against him again. Fuck, he was pounding hard, and he needed to tug the rest of his jeans off.

“What happens?” You questioned back with an innocent tone. Tom pulled you off the wall without a second for you to process that he was kissing you now. You blinked momentarily before responding, wrapping your arms fully around the back of his neck to support yourself more. Tom grunted as he swung you around, licking at your lips as you let out a soft happy sigh.

He carried you across his room, still not to the bed, and instead to his bean bag chair. He moved his head away from yours, breathing heavily with lust doped eyes, “Get off,” He whispered to you, causing your arms to collapse and you grinned, falling back onto the chair. You sunk into it, and almost wanted to laugh at the size, but your attention was all on Tom, your best friend. You weren’t sure what else to call him, because you knew no matter what was happening now, he would always be your best friend, and you’d love to be with him any type of way, whether that be as friends or more.

“Well when you tease someone, darling, you should always expect it back.”

You felt the air leave your body as he slowly stripped his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers and shirt. You tried not to stare, but well, it was hard (both not staring and his clothed cock). Fuck, you gulped as Tom started to peel his shirt away, tossing it to one of the corners of the room. You quickly glanced that way as you noticed you started to feel shy.

Damnit, not the time to feel that way, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to be perfect for him, he was the one you’ve loved for so long, one you’ve wanted for so long. You wanted to lay flawlessly for him, kiss him as he wanted, just make him happy, but you really wanted to just fuck him in the moment. Were you really into that “making love” thing? Where was the love if you would just sit and take his cock and not cum? Love and passion were two things that fit great together, and your shyness was threatening your desire to fuck Tom out of his mind.

Just as Tom finished taking his boxers off, he noticed your facial expression and instantly paused. “Y/n,” He started, whispering down to you almost nervously, “I- what’s wrong?” He asked, stuttering, wondering if he’d done something bad. He instantly started to swear himself out in his head as you glanced up to him with that smile of yours, the one he’d always recognize.

“I’m sorry…” You trailed off, groaning as you contemplated what to say. It was hard, you wanted to be everything for him, but you didn’t know what his everything was. He didn’t know yours either. You both needed to find out somehow though.

“What do you,” You cleared your throat, gazing up at Tom as he ran a hand through his hair nervously. “What do- what are things you enjoy, or your kinks?” You mumbled out, scratching your leg as an odd habit as Tom furrowed his eyebrows.

“My kinks?” He repeated, as his gazed ran over your figure again. You nodded back, stretching back onto the bean bag chair as your arousal pounded with lust and restlessness. You could smell the sweat already, what it would be like to feel his skin against yours everywhere, how he’d pound into you and whisper things you’d beg to hear again.

Tom kneeled close to you, biting his lip as his hand reached out for your chin, tilting your head closer to his. “I like hearing everything, I like when I hear pleading,” He paused, gulping as your eyes flickered down to his lips. “I want to see you squirm with my hand around your neck,” He stopped as your lips parted in surprise and want.

“As long as you’re okay with that.” Tom whispered after a moment. You instantly nodded, pushing yourself up and kissing him again. Fuck, even though this was the first day of kissing him, you knew that you’d never get enough of it, always wanting more. His lips were something you adored for years, and now you can finally feel them, know their language, and you loved every bit of it. Your lips separated as his tongue slid onto your bottom lip.

“I love you so much,” You mumbled between the messy kisses as Tom fully started to move on top of you, onto the bean bag chair. Tom grunted into the kiss as you wiggled around while pulling him closer to you. “I love you too,” He sighed out, pulling away from your lips momentarily to gaze back at you, smiling.

“Take off your shirt, I want to see you.” He whispered, sliding his hand underneath the front of your shirt, feeling your skin against his palm. His eyes fluttered close as you grinded up again against his cock. You whimpered as he retaliated, pinching your skin. You rushed your hands to your shirt, tugging it off with Tom’s help.  

You both broke the kiss as you tossed the shirt over your head, in a rush. Before you could kiss him again, Tom’s hand lingered over your bra, speaking up, “Wait, what are your kinks? What are you comfortable with?” His breath was hitting you again, as you blinked back surprised, he asked. You felt your breath hitch from his hand.

“I um, I like it when you touch me- anywhere. Fuck- it’s just your hands are just hot,” You rambled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Tom smirked at your comment, pushing his hand down onto your bra again, causing you to sputter out a quiet moan.

“Why did we never do this before now?” He questioned, as he brought his other hand behind your back, lifting you up slightly. His fingers curled around the bra as you shuddered at the feeling, shaking your head, “I’m not sure, but I’m happy we are now.”

Tom smiled back to you, before kissing you again. His lips were hot against yours, warming your whole body as you felt your underwear dampen even more. You felt as though you two continued to sink into the bean bag and you grunted, wanting even more. “Fuck,” You gasped out, as Tom finally undid your bra completely and pinch at your skin again.

You shrugged out of the bra, causing him to gaze in awe, “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered. You sighed as he placed one hand onto a breast, squeezing it. “Tom,” You began, as you started to feel as though you couldn’t take it any longer. You needed him; it was bad.

“Please-” You cut yourself off with a gasp as he trailed his fingers down your stomach lightly, sliding it to your pants. Fuck, when you looked down, you felt everything heat up, seeing him clench his fist around the buckle to your belt, tugging it off. “Please what, darling?” He asked back.

“I need you now. In me.” You whined, lifting your hips up to take off your pants and to be closer to Tom. He raised his eyes back to you, shaking his head, “Mm, no, I’m going to savor this.” He murmured back, teasingly. You groaned, but quickly quieted down as Tom unzipped your pants, leading you closer to him. Your panties snapped against your skin as he slid his fingers near the elastic.

“I want to taste you,” Tom paused, whispering as he stood back up. You glanced down to his cock again and licked your lips, just imagining what he would taste like, since he brought it up. But the idea excited you even more, pooling wetness near your thighs now as you slipped off your pants smoothly and standing up close to him. “While you scream my name,” He finished up, pulling you close as your eyes widened.

“Fuck Tommy,” You responded, instantly leaning up to kiss him again. Oh, it felt so good to be bare against him, to feel his heat and fuck- his cock hitting against your stomach as well. He pushed you back against the bed finally, and you collapsed with a sigh as he dug his fingers into your thighs. You let out a whimper as his fingers trailed closer to your panties.

Tom let out a chuckle, watching you shiver, before he bit onto the cloth, tugging your panties down completely with the help of you lifting your hips up into the air, and with his hands. “Woah…” He breathed out, seeing your glimmering wet pussy. You gazed down at him with need, gasping as he blew air close to your hood.

His sweet lips found their way to one of your inner thighs, pecking your skin softly. His fingers twirled around on the other thigh, as he groaned, listening to your heavy breathing. His kisses became slower, and messier, leaving a trail of spit as he lingered closer to your center, breathing into you.

And finally, his lips collided with your core. You gasped, instantly rushing your hands to the back of his head, tugging on his curls. Your back arched as his tongue lapped long and fast stripes against you, leaving you no time to stop the loud cry of his name. Tom smirked against you, finding joy in your moans, and lapped his tongue against your clit over again, pressing hard.

You yelped, crying out again as one of his fingers urged into you, curling and soaking in your heat. “Fuck, you’re- how is your tongue so good?” You rambled out, tugging his head up momentarily to see his face. 

Oh shit, it was covered in your slick, and you cried out again feeling him slip and stretch another finger into your pussy. Tom smiled before letting his tongue out, teasing you once more as he licked your outer lips now, instead of your clit. He headed towards your labia, carefully pressing slow kisses again.

“You taste so fucking delicious,” Tom paused, murmuring now against your clit. You moaned aloud from the vibrations it sent through your nerves. You couldn’t believe you were here now, with his head between your thighs, loving and admiring you so much.

“Bet you taste even better.” You responded, watching as Tom glanced back up to you, grinning. His eyes were darker than you’ve ever seen before, and you loved seeing this side of him now finally. “I think I can sit here and eat you out for hours. Everything about you is addicting.” He finished up, raising his eyebrows back to you as you whimpered at the thought.

You didn’t even have time to warn him about your orgasm, it rushed out of you, gushing against Tom’s lips and fingers as he licked you up again. “Tom- fuck- oh my,” You choked out, raising your hips against his face as his other hand grasped around your hip, digging into your skin. You came onto his face, causing him to soak it all up with his tongue, groaning at the taste in delight.

Your head hit back against the pillows again as you dropped your body completely, feeling as if you were floating. “That was,” Tom cut you off, kissing your hip slightly, “Perfect, absolutely perfect.” You let out a laugh, just in disbelief that you were finally with him, in the way you wanted. You shifted slightly, still feeling the effects of your orgasm drift through your body as Tom laid back next to you, kissing your shoulder gently.

You giggled quietly, “Yeah, it was great.” Tom smiled back to you, as you rolled to face him, kissing his nose for a quick second. As you gazed back at Tom, you instantly were reminded of his throbbing cock, as it hit against your stomach, making you gasp. You pulled him in for a deep kiss, causing him to groan, and stumble on top of you.

“I’m ready, are you?” You mumbled through the kisses, pulling and tugging at his hair. Your legs spread wider, gasping again when you felt him pull away from the kisses completely, as his cock barely brushed against your heat. “I am,” Tom responded, smiling back to you as his face softened. His hand grasped your face gently, as he propped himself up above you, lining his cock to your pussy.

“I love you so much,” He whispered, brushing his thumb to your lips briefly, before his entire hand drifted down towards your inner shoulder. Your eyes gazed up to his before you smiled back, “I love you too,” You mumbled back.

Tom started to push his cock in slowly, gazing back to you to check if you were alright, and you gasped as you felt his girth. “Oh…” You let out, furrowing your eyebrows together in surprise before you felt him push all the way into you. He grunted, before pulling back, to start his pace, “Are you okay, darling?” He asked softly, as he saw your face.

You nodded back to him, wiggling your hips, “Please keep going,” You responded, causing Tom to breathe in deeply, holding back his moan. You grinned back to him as his fingers caressed against your throat. You nodded back to his silent question, if it was alright for him to put his hand around your neck, as he slowly pushed in again, and you started to get used to the feeling.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper than before and you instantly let out a moan, feeling the heat build up in you again, during his rhythm. Your attention went back down to his hand, sighing as he grasped around your neck, fuck. You loved it so much, as he started to strengthen his hold, he kissed you again, as he pounded into you.

You kissed him back, groaning as his fist tightened again, and he pulled away from your lips, now going towards your cheek and leaving sloppy kisses. His other hand drifted in between the two of you, finding your clit again, and started to rub harshly causing you to gasp and moan out his name.

“You like that, huh? Louder.” Tom spoke up, gazing back to you in lust and desire, pounding into you even harder now. You gasped his name in return, moaning as you felt his fingers around your throat. Your head tossed back against the pillow, and you breathed in slowly against his hand, blinking dazed and in amazement. You almost felt too out of it, as airflow was limited now, but it felt good still.

Tom didn’t stop moving motions on your clit either, as his pounding started to go into an unsteady pace. He pulled away from your cheek and his hand away from your neck, now gripping at your hips harshly, groaning again. You shuddered as you felt him go even deeper than before and hitting your g-spot again. “I’m going to cum again,” You quivered out, feeling a tear run down your face from the rush of your orgasm building up, and Tom huffed back, grinning down to you.

“I’m going to as well,” He responded, eyes locked down onto your expression as his fingers started to go even faster, rubbing at your clit. “You’re doing so good darling.” Tom continued, praising you as his cock soaked in your pussy. You clenched around him, crying his name again, and bringing his face back to yours, kissing him again. You could taste your cum from before too, and Tom groaned into the kiss, as your legs squeezed around his figure.

You started to quiver as your orgasm pushed over the edge, and you gasped against his lips, losing your grip. “I’m co-” You couldn’t even warn him as you came out quickly, causing you to yell out his name, eyes fluttering closed as Tom continued to push into you.

It felt unreal, how the day had gone. With Tom above you, coming right after you and whispering his love for you. It made you want to scream into a pillow with joy, but you couldn’t find yourself letting go of Tom’s figure as he dropped besides you with that smile. You didn’t know what else to do but to hold onto him like you’ve been doing your whole life. He’s your best friend, and now perhaps a lover, a scenario you played in your head during daydreams for fun, but it’s real now. Your head tucked into his neck, as the both of you laid on the bed, sweating and covered in each other’s cum.

“Hey, Buzz,” You paused, barely mumbling his nickname while giggling. Tom gazed back down to you with a love doped expression, “Yeah, Matilda?” He answered, laughing along with you. His laugh made you beam even more with a happiness you couldn’t compare to any. You shifted slightly, capturing his gaze as his laugh quieted down. Your hand drifted up to his face, cupping his cheek softly as the words poured out from your lips.

“I really do love you.”

In a few quiet moments after, his lips rested against your forehead, “I’ll love you forever,” He confessed, closing his eyes as sleepiness rolled between the two of you. A hum went through your lips in agreement, cuddling closer to him as your breathing settled, fluttering your eyes shut with a smile.

[blue-angel-wings]

Halloween with Angel.

Word count: 1,468

Characters: Angel Reyes x reader (Y/N), Gilly Lopez, Coco Cruz, Leticia Cruz.

Warnings: Cursing, Halloween (? Idk some people don’t like it 🤷‍♀️)

It was nearing Halloween, and whilst all your neighbours had started to decorate their homes and front lawns, yours was bare and depressing, due to no fault of your own. Your boyfriend Angel had made it clear that the decorations in the house you to shared were perfectly fine and served their purpose but Christ they were depressing.

The decorations were disgusting collecting dust and growing mould from being thrown randomly in the attic and you were struggling to tell the difference between the real and fake spiders. But Angel had yet to grant you the permission to buy new decorations. Not that you need explicit permission but you viewed you and Angel as a team so you made decisions like these together. Sadly.

You and Angel had lived together for years at this point so you got used to each other’s ways and quirks, so really Angel should’ve been prepared for your enthusiasm for the holiday.

“Knock, knock and I’m already in.” Said your brother whilst you were sat a the table eating breakfast. Angel had gone for shower a few minutes ago so the house was quiet apart from the quiet sound of the water running.

“Hey Y/B/N, you okay?” You rounded the corner of the island to see your brother with your niece wearing a cute little pumpkin onesie.

“And hello to you too precious girl!” You cooed to the young baby currently yanking on your hoop earrings. You tickled her tummy just to hear her giggles whilst your brother babbled on about work. Obviously hearing the adorable shriek of laughter from your niece, Angel entered the kitchen and snatched her from your arms to have his fill of the baby cuteness. Begrudgingly you turn to brother to now pay attention to his words.

“So I was wondering if you remember where it is that Mama always took us for Halloween so we could go to the ‘kid friendly’ haunted house.” He said making air quotations when saying kid friendly. He stole a piece of bacon whilst you took your mind back to time when you were younger.

“Yeah she just took us to the garden centre, god knows if they still do it, people always complained it was a bit scary.” you reminded him, whilst continuing your breakfast.

“So you wanna go, think it would be a bit of fun, take us back to our childhood and pass on the tradition to Mia.” Your bother spoke whilst removing Mia from Angel’s arms, she fussed a little but settled quickly.

“Yes! I can get new decorations for the house, they have the best decorations!” You bolted out of the chair heading to door before Angel spoke up. “ No! We don’t need decorations we have them here.”

“But Angel-“

“No babe I’m putting my foot down, please it’s a waste of money, just don’t. You’ll spend more time putting them up and taking them back down than them actually be img on display!”

“Ooh he’s putting his foot down.” Your brother mocked, provoking Angel to throw the tea towel at him.

“Fine I won’t bring home any new decorations.”

“Thank you, I love you baby.” Angel spoke kissing your forehead and leaving to speak with the guys about an incoming run.

You stuck to your word, and didn’t return with any decorations, that’s because you ordered them to arrive to your home a few days later. This was for multiple reasons, 1) you couldn’t fit them all in your car and Angel would flip his shit if he saw you carry what is seemingly the whole store and 2) You knew Angel was going on a run so you order it to come whilst he was out. It was perfect because by the time it all up and looking pretty it would be too late. What can you say, you always get your way.

The day arrived and you were buzzing, it was time to get your spooky season started. You woke up alone in bed which wasn’t strange, as Angel was due to be on a run. It wasn’t until you heard yelling and swearing in the living room did you discover that was not the case. Walking out you were greeted with site of your boyfriend and his 2 extra shadows Gilly, sat at the table eating your food, and Coco sat next to Angel playing PlayStation.

“What are you doing here?” You exclaimed from shock.

“Uhh I live here-“

“I’ve been paying the bills with you for the past 2 years.”

When you don’t respond to the comment and continue to stare at him confused.

He points to his chest stating, “I am Angel” condescendingly thinking it’s funny.

“You’re supposed to be on a run.”

“It was only a small run,we weren’t needed.” He said shrugging like it was nothing when I’m reality it was huge.

“Damn Y/N you ain’t happy to see us?” Coco asks standing to hug you, you accept the embrace with a smile but on the inside you are screaming, why did he have to be here when you don’t need him to be but gone when you did need him?

A few hours into the day and they were still here and your delivery when due to arrive imminently.

“Don’t you want to go to the clubhouse I mean it’s more fun there, I mean you spend every waking second of your days there anyway why not go there now.” You exclaimed getting antsy.

“Nah we’re good.” Coco replied, you roll your eyes and spin on your heel to go to the kitchen and watch for your delivery of doom to pull up. “Why you trynna to get rid of us sweetheart?” Gilly asked jokingly, startling you in the process. “The other day I went to the store with my brother and bought way to many Halloween decorations when he specifically told me to not to and I thought by having them delivered whilst he was on his run, it’d be too late for him to do anything about it but now I know he isn’t on a run that planned it fucked.” You confessed. “Well damn baby you in shit now.” “Gilly” you whined palming his chest softly.

“Okay stop I’ll get him out and tell Coco to call Leti to come and help you put them up. Don’t stressed your pretty head!” He said tapping your temple.

“Thank you Gilly you are a lifesaver!”

“I know baby, it’s a gift.” He joked shrugging his shoulders like it was nothing.

Gilly stuck to his word and got them out the house, just before the delivery turned up. Coco had indeed called Leti to help you but you guys spent more time gossiping than actually hanging anything.

“ I think you may have gone a little too far with this.” She said holding a 7ft robotic witch on your porch swing as you cable tied it’s ankles to the structure of your porch, so the kids didn’t steal it.

“Oh shush you’re as bad as Angel, it looks great so don’t complain, it was worth all the time it spent to put it up and the ...$300 it actually cost.” You muttered the last bit hoping she didn’t pick it up.

“ Y/N, holy sh-“ she was cut off by the roar of bikes coming down the street, announcing the arrival of your man and his brothers.

You braced yourself for the backlash but when you turned around to man your man he had nothing but a smile on his face, Coco and Gilly hung back on the bikes whilst Angel took in the scene.

“Baby-“ you started.

“I like it.”

“What?”

“I knew you couldn’t resist the decorations at the store and when you came back home empty handed I was shocked, then earlier when you wanted us out I knew you had this arriving.” He exclaimed gesturing the house covered in fake cobwebs and pumpkins, and obviously the freaky witch on the porch. You breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him with total adoration.

“ I love you Angel, thank you for understanding but your lazy ass coulda helped if you knew.” You complained cuddling into his side. He chuckled lowly. The moment was ruined by a scream and then followed by a gunshot. You ducked into Angel from the fear.

“You scary motherfucker, jump at me and imma shoot yo’ ass! Do it again hoe and see what happens.” Coco shouted with gun pointed at the witch.

“What the fuck Coco it’s not real.” You pointed to the now ruined witch.

Coco stepped forward gingerly, gun still cocked, inspecting the witch, confirming with a slight nod of the head that it was in fact a robot.

“My bad” He shrugged.

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into the wind | c.h.

Based on the prompts “can’t you stay a little longer” and “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time”. Calum takes you on a drive away from the record shop and bakery. Star gazing and soft music highlight a night in which you both wish time wouldn’t have to move so fast.

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Calum’s car is becoming more and more familiar. The faux leather seats are cool against your skin and the air freshener clipped to the vent pours out artificial sweetness; something akin to vanilla. You relax into the seat and buckle in, you have no clue where you’re headed but trust Calum as he settles behind the wheel. He’s brought you home multiple times now, the drives are always quick but time stands still to finish songs parked along the curb. This time you’re headed somewhere new; destination unknown and heart hammering with excitement at the prospect of being with Calum outside of the usual fray—somewhere other than the confines of his record shop or the bakery.

He puts the key in the ignition and the engine stalls for a moment, you catch the quick blush that reddens his cheeks and look the other way, pretending to be preoccupied with something on the sidewalk. In just a moment the engine hums normally and he’s peeling out of the parking spot, headed for somewhere new with the windows rolled down and the wind a welcome guest.

The music comes on as soon as the car starts and a cassette whirs in the player; an old song you don’t know sounds between you. Calum is lost in the drive and the music and your eyes never leave him. His gaze is on the road and he has a grip on the steering wheel with one hand while the other lays palm up on the middle console. A fleeting thought of it being strategically placed for you crosses your mind and you warm at it but you shake yourself and write it off. Your nose scrunches up as your cheeks heat up and you bite your lip as he takes a quick glance at you. Your eyes avert away from his and land on the road.

“The music okay?” He asks and you nearly jump at the sound of his voice.

“It’s good,” you answer with a smile and let the music take over once more as you both lapse into silence.

You can’t help but sneak more glances at him as you drive through familiar streets. Buildings have always dominated the area, some smaller than others , some older and with more character. The town isn’t small but it is a far cry from a city. Buildings pass in a haze and as you catch another glimpse of Calum from the corner of your eye you find you can’t look away or bite back the smile on your face. He darts a quick look at you.

“What?” He asks; voice low and shy and sparking with nervous energy that crackles like lightning you once ran from—and found refuge from in his record shop.

“Nothing—it’s just—well, you were mouthing the lyrics,” you explain and feel your heart race when he blushes again.

“Oh,” he squeaks out and bites his lip. “Sorry.”

“No, no!” You’re quick to defend and deny whatever bashful or regret filled feelings he might be harboring from your observation. In a brash and bold movement you reach for his still open hand; thankful he hadn’t pulled away. “It was cute.”

He grins again and you wonder if it’s for the touch or the compliment. His fingers press into your hold as he gives you a light squeeze and makes a familiar turn. Trees begin to dot the area, fresh air makes way through the windows and the night brings you a bit further away from the usual rush.

“It’s a habit,” Calum explains. “We always have music playing at the shop. If Ashton’s not in my ear I guess I’m singing along.”

You think back to times you were able to sneak glances through the bay window in the bakery and to the register at the record shop. You recall times when Calum was alone but it seemed like he was speaking to someone—you often thought he might be on a call or taking mental inventory and talking to himself like you were apt to do in the kitchen. Now it makes sense. He was singing along to music that poured through the store. You’d only been in a few times and had a small gauge on what songs he might have been lost in. It makes you warm and wonderous. Lost in an attempt to try to put pieces of him together.

“Do you actually sing?” You wonder aloud, his phrasing of the admission leaving you wanting to know more.

He shrugs and humility dances across his face in red cheeks and a twitching nose. You find it endearing and intriguing. His confidence to sing in the record shop or the car contrasts so brightly against the humbleness of his response. You decide not to push the question any further and instead enjoy the feeling of his hand holding yours.

He makes one last turn and the town park shines in the distance from the headlights. In a moment the car is parked and Calum’s turning to face you with his free hand undoing his seatbelt. Your eyes squint as you try to figure out what’s happening. He doesn’t let go of your hand but his eyebrows raise at your inquisition and you feel your heart flutter. You glance at the park past the rope fence tied off; declaring it’s closed.

“Don’t tell me we’re breaking into the park after hours?” You ask and Calum grins but shakes his head no. You tilt your head and await an explanation.

“It’s the only place in town that doesn’t have a brick wall for a view,” he explains and reaches for his door handle which prompts you to do the same though it means losing contact with his hand.

The loss is cold and so is the night but it’s an enjoyable bite of chills that dance in the breeze as you get out and round the car to meet him at the hood. He taps the car invitingly and eases himself up to sit with plenty of room for you by his side. He offers you his hand again and helps you up; minimal distance separates you now, only the wind able to come between you. His gaze is lost to the lush green of the park and eventually tilts up to the sky that shows more of the stars than anywhere else in town. The night is clear and half a moon stares down at both of you, a sliver of moonlight sharpens his jawline and glints off his dark eyes. Music still plays from the car and for a moment everything is curtained in moonlit bliss and a soundtrack reminiscent of easy love stories.

You don’t know how much time has passed or how many songs have played when Calum inches a bit closer. You’ve been caught in conversation that feels entirely too easy and natural. Shy demeanors and walls come crumbling down when privacy and the calm of the night blankets you both. It’s different than in the record shop, it’s less awkward and rushed than in the bakery. You talk about anything but the record shop and bakery; trying to get to know different sides of each other. Everything is easy and subtle. The weight of his arm finding its way around your shoulders doesn’t feel heavy in the slightest, it’s weightless like the air and fully embracing like a summer breeze. You’re smiling as you lean into him and then you’re fully grinning and laughing as he guides you both back to lay atop the hood and find the stars with careful gazes.

You know it’s getting late but time nearly feels irrelevant when you shift and timidly rest your head against his chest. He welcomes it with an inviting arm holding you a bit tighter and a content sigh falling from his lips that cuts off a story about his dog mid sentence. You hear the way his heart skips a beat and picks back up a bit faster. You warm and he picks up talking again; filling the night with the rest of a story about how he adopted Duke. When the story ends and you lapse into a comfortable lull it’s your turn to sigh.

“It’s getting late,” you realize once more and wish time wouldn’t have to move so fast; wish it could pause like you both did to hear the end of songs at the end of your driveway.

“We should get going,” he replies but his tone harbors on a question that instills an opposing thought in your mind.

“Could we stay? Just a while longer?” You ask timidly, slowly sitting up and leaning on an elbow to meet his stare. “It’s really nice to be away from the rush of things.”

Calum nods and maneuvers to mimic your position. You’re now eye to eye and the rest of the world bleeds away in faded moonlight and distant thumps of music. It’s all replaced by the slight pout of his lips and the gleam catching dark brown as he inches closer. Everything but his hand reaching up to lightly trace your jaw fades away. He leans in and you do too; it’s a whirlwind of a paused moment when lips meet and breath is stolen. Time seemingly doesn’t move as fast when he gently caresses your face as he pulls away in a slow manner.

“Feels like I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time,” he admits and you silently agree; all those days turned to weeks catching glances through the windows and late night drives home adding up to a time that seems much too long to have gone without a kiss.

You lean forward and into the wind again, chasing another kiss and blissful moment created by a whirlwind of stalled time.

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Wildflower {c.h}

Pairing : Calum x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested : by @wildflower-tae : hiiii!! first of all i love your blog,i've followed you for a long time and i love your content. can i request like a scenario/imagine/one shot idk what's the difference haha,with calum based on their song 'wildflower' ? you can do whenever you want with it. hope u have a good day/night. love u,stay safe ♡

Warnings : Mentions of Non-Descriptive Sex

 Word Count : 1.7k

Wildflower (noun) a flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention.

Nothing about how you two met was cliche. It wasn’t like those moments in cheesy HBO rom-coms where the two love interests would lock eyes with each other from across the room in a party, immediately knowing what to say and falling in love soon after. It wasn’t bumping into each other on the street, causing a clumsy exchange followed by soft glances and one of them asking for the other’s number. You and Calum had met naturally, on a random Saturday night. It wasn’t fate. It just happened. Maybe it was a coincidence.

You had snuck out your bedroom window, your feet landing on the grass below. Dressed in your large coat that was wrapped around your old t-shirt and fell to the mid-thigh of your jeans, you jogged across the lawn and out onto the street. The wind blew against your face and hair as you did so. You didn’t have a plan on where to go but you just let your legs carry you to wherever it wanted to, turning left into another street and past the corner shop that you always bought your ice cream from. You were walking now, your hands in the pocket of your coat, one of them fiddling with your pack of cigarettes, the cardboard slightly torn on the edges.

You approached the neighbourhood football field, the only source of light being a streetlight that stood a few metres away. The empty mass of green in the darkness was such a contrast to the usual bright and cheerful atmosphere of children running around after a football for hours, their giggles and yells floating into the air. The two goals that were on either end of the field had rusted posts, the white paint chipped in some places, exposing the reddish brown metal underneath. On the adjacent sides of the fields, were some empty wooden bleachers that looked unfamiliar since they were usually occupied by parents during the friendly football matches that the neighbourhood committee organised every month.

As you approached one of them, you noticed someone sitting on the top of the bleacher seats. He was wearing a dark coloured hoodie and sweatpants, with a beanie nestled neatly on his head. He had a cigarette between his fingers and he didn’t notice you to the left of him, swinging over the railing to land about 3 feet away from where he was.

“Got room for one more?,” His head turned to notice you, hands in your coat pocket, a small smile on your face. He blinked for a few seconds before speaking up.

“Sure, why not?” He took another hit of his cigarette as you sat next to him, a few inches of space between both your legs. You took out your pack and pulled out a tab. “Here, let me,” Calum said, offering to light it for you with his lighter. He was definitely more friendly that you would have thought him out to be, judging from how he looked at first glance. His thick eyebrows accompanied with the moderate amount of facial hair above his lip and across his jaw and chin made him come across as slightly intimidating, his voice being a contributing factor to that as well. You placed the cigarette between your lips as he lighted it for you, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. You used this to give him a cheeky, flirtatious look causing him to awkwardly look down at the flame, only to find a particular interest in the shape of your lips as an orange hue from the fire casted itself on them.

“I’m Calum, by the way,” his voice was deep but also soft at the same time, like the feeling you get across your arms when a warm blanket wraps around them when it’s raining outside. Tingles that lasted for a few seconds.

I hear you calling out my name, I love the sound

“Calum?” you repeated and took a puff. You hated how terrible it tasted - like a bunch of household chemicals, which was easy to say it might as well be, to be fair. The first time you smoked, you remembered it being so dry and it burned your throat but it calmed you down. Since then, it always felt like your lungs were wrapped in a warm blanket - like Calum’s voice did to you just a few seconds ago.

I love the taste

Only yourself and Calum knew how you ended up connected at the lips, the cigarettes dropped from your hands and falling through the crack between the rows and onto the grass below, burning themselves out. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, while he had one hand on your thigh as his other pressed against your back. You could taste the herbs and chemicals on his lips and was certain he could taste them on yours as well. However, you were too busy focusing on how it felt - surprisingly soft, not at all chapped, and the tiny hairs around them poked at your face. It tickled a little bit. His hand on your thigh radiated a heat that you had never found anywhere else.

And I can see it in your face, you’ve got a side you can’t explain

Kissing Calum felt like an escapade from the daily hustle of everyday life, being a victim of capitalism and forced social conformity. Conventions trying to label everybody and categorise them into boxes. Kissing Calum felt like a “fuck that” to all those things. It felt like eating chocolate cake at 3a.m. because no one can tell you not to or taking long drives across the empty streets at 7a.m. to watch the sunrise in a lookout because no one really takes the time to appreciate something like that anymore. Not like you would ever let this man you just met know this, regardless of whether he had his tongue in your mouth or not.

You always thought your mind to be like the universe - ever-expanding with all its multiple complex structures and forms, where no one really understands what they’re ALL for or how they got to be but it takes a long time for an outside body to discover and understand its functions, compositions and complexities. That was just how your brain was wired, you let it do its own thing - there was no need for intervention. 

Unlike you, kissing a random stranger they had just met was out of Calum’s nature. At least, since he turned 20. However, there was something about your energy and presence that made him feel impulsive, dare he say maybe even careless. All of his personal convictions and promises he made to himself seemed to shrink and hide themselves in the back of his mind when he let go of his inhibitions to impulsively press his lips to yours.

You’re telling me you wanna come over, you wanna be closer

You pulled apart from the passionate exchange, your lips distanced by only a few inches. The heavy breathing led to the smell of tobacco and tar overwhelmingly stimulating your senses causing slight discomfort to settle at the back of your throat. Calum’s hand had moved further up your thigh, his large hand now resting on the side of your ass and the warmth radiated through the material of your jeans.

“Let’s go back to your place,” you suggested and he fully agreed. Going back with a man you just met? Sounds like a wish for the most awful things you could think of but you took the risk anyway, especially when he gave your ass a gentle squeeze and kissed you again for a few seconds. He let out a low hum as he did so, the small transfer of vibrations from his throat drove you absolutely mad.

Cuz I know where tonight is going

The walk back to Calum’s house was spent with paced footsteps and your hand gently held in his. The air was colder now, and you felt it breeze through your hair. During this time Calum had learnt a few things about you, realising that you were quite the opposite to him. As the headlights of the black Subaru shone as it drove in the opposite direction of your walk, the conversation between the two of you had led Calum to ask you what your plan for the future was.

“I don’t know,” was all you replied, a small smile tugged at your lips. His face was drawn to confusion soon enough, his eyebrows furrowing as he glanced at you.

“You don’t know? How do you not know?” By this point you were at his front door. He searched for his keys and unlocked the door.

“Less talking,” you replied, closing the door behind you as you entered and pulling him in by the collar to connect your lips hastily. Soon enough, a trail of clothes were left leading up to his room with the night ending in heavy breaths and the creaking of the beds shrouded in secrecy within the four walls.

You’re the only one that makes me…, everytime we…,

Calum had found your carefree, liberated nature absolutely fascinating and the sex felt like something out of a dream. Intense, passionate and almost like a haze when it ended but it was the best each of you could have asked for. It happened again, and Calum knew that if he gave in, you would be up all night tangled with each other.

I’ll tell you what I like

He had asked you for your number as you put your clothes on at the foot of the bed. If it wasn’t for the bedside lamp that he had turned on, the room would be in pitch darkness. As you tied your shoelaces, you looked up to him when he asked the question, the covers now covering the lower half of his body. You blinked over the tattoos that were intricately spread out across his torso, noticing a MMXII under his right collarbone.

My wildflower

“Well, I usually don’t give my number out,” you said walking towards him. “because i just like meeting people or bumping into them,” you paused “but..” you leaned in closer to his face “maybe I’ll see you around the football field again,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek and proceeded to leave his house, leaving him wondering and desperate to see you again and as much as he wanted to be able to see you what he wanted, he figured by now that you’re a wildflower, growing freely without human intervention.

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The World Didn’t End

Detective Weaver/Belle French, G

Summary: Weaver and Belle find themselves alone in a hospital waiting room on New Year's Eve.

Notes: IDK. I just had to. Happy New Year!

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The waiting room was empty when Detective Weaver walked in, save for one exhausted brunette named Belle French.

He crossed the beleaguered beige space to her side, and gave her a tired smile as he held up one of two styrofoam cups full of very average hospital cafeteria coffee.

“Thanks,” she said, her eyes flicking to him briefly before fixing themselves on the TV mounted in the corner of the room where a replay of the Time’s Square ball drop was counting down to midnight on the West Coast. “Any news?”

Weaver shrugged. “He’s out of surgery, but hasn’t been moved to his room. The nurse seemed to think it would be another hour yet. You should get home.”

“I want to wait, if that’s okay with you.” Then she sighed and took a sip of her coffee, pulling a face at it before fixing her eyes back on the screen. “He saved my life.”

Weaver nodded and swallowed against the lump in his throat. “Yeah, he did.”

Her head nodded twice, and then her gaze stayed fixed on the floor. He knew what she was probably thinking, that it could have been her or him as much as it was Detective Rogers. Fortunately, his wound wasn’t life threatening, and the man who had shot him wouldn’t be going anywhere. But it did put things in perspective in a startlingly abrupt way.

When Belle had come to Hyperion Heights as their new Justice Department liaison, she hadn’t been received with open, welcoming arms. Weaver had bristled at the thought of any state or federal oversight of local operations, and her rules and insistent need to always do everything by the book had driven him spare for the first few months.

Ultimately, he was willing to admit he had been wrong about Belle. More than that, he had come to depend on her and respect her, and now that their two year long investigation was finally coming to an end, finding corruption across multiple agencies and city departments, all culminating in a heap of arrests and one non-fatal shooting of a police officer. He found himself already missing the late nights in her office, talking and working over paper plates and take out.

What he wouldn’t miss was the awkward tension that had been building between them, and the growing desire to see if her lips were as soft as they looked. He supposed some of that was to be expected when two people worked so closely for so long. Feelings were somewhat inevitable in that kind of environment, or so he liked to tell himself. They had vaguely mutually agreed that such things were always a mistake between coworkers, thought he was inclined to think the right people could always make it work. No entanglements, she’d said.

In a few weeks they wouldn’t be working together anymore. Perhaps he would ask her to go for a drink.

Weaver started to smile as he took a long drink of his coffee.

“What are you smiling about?” Belle asked, shooting him a sideways glance.

“Nothing.”

She made a small noise of disbelief as her lips curved. The clock on the wall opposite the TV inched closer to midnight, and she set her coffee on the table next to one of the well worn waiting room chairs. “Almost a new year.”

He sighed. “Yeah. Hope it’s better than the old one.”

She bumped her shoulder against his. “It wasn’t all bad.”

The TV broadcast switched over to a live feed from somewhere in the city. He could hear the crowd in the background, calling out the time as it ticked down.

10...9…

“No,” he agreed. “It wasn’t.”

8...7...

Belle turned a little, her eyes softening as she gazed up at him.

6...5…

He licked at his bottom lip, and caught the slight shift in her expression as her eyes followed the movement.

4...3…

She seemed to move closer, and his breath caught.

2...1…

Weaver shifted and dipped his head at the same moment she pushed up on her toes, catching his mouth with hers. She tasted like coffee and made the sweetness noise when he pulled away. It was too soft and too short compared to what he really wanted, yet somehow a perfect first kiss.

Belle smiled as she bit her lip. “The world didn’t end.”

He gave a small shake of his head, grinning crookedly. “No, it didn’t.”

Her hand found his, and he gave it a light squeeze, using it to pull her closer so he could kiss her again. This one lingered, long enough for him to know it wasn’t just a one off, we’re here, alone, at midnight kind of thing.

“What happened to no entanglements?” he asked. “Everything by the book?”

Belle shrugged and slid her free hand up over his shoulder to let her fingers play in the hair at the back of his neck. The way she smiled and looked at him said she’d been wanting to do that for a while.

She pulled him down, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “The hell with the book.”

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request: Ok! Well, could you write a Ben!Roger story? He has an affair with some girl and cheats on the reader but she finds out and the relationship is over. He regrets what he did to her right away and everytime he sees her hanging out with the group (cause she is friends with the boys and Mary) he feels embarrased and sad. He wants her back so he writes a song for her (maybe I Was Born To Love You or a song of your choice) and Idk… a happy ending, please? Is that okay for you?

A/N: Love this idea. Angst is my favourite to write. Hope this meets your dreams, and thank you for requesting. I split this into multiple parts, because I tend to do so haha. Hope you enjoy. Happy reading!

warnings: infidelity, drug use (very slight).

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Roger sits on the edge of the hotel bed, head down and shoulders slumped. He's tired, drunk and hangover, about to smoke his mind out. But he can't bring himself to even stand up, his eyes fixed on staring at the floor, blown wide and not moving at all. How could he ever do this?

The cause for his greatest regret starts to move around the bed and makes noises that cut like knives into his nerves. Roger can't help but groan out, and her rolling closer to him makes him stand up immediately. Her hands are empty.

He wants to tell her to get out, shout at her, but mostly himself, but Roger realises that he can't even remember her name. He just wants her out of here, out of his sight, out of his life, wishing she'd never been in it at all. 

Roger wishes most of all that he'd never met or seen her while he walks to the small fridge in his hotel room. He opens the door only to meet utter disappointment—there are no drinks left in the fridge. Roger sighs and looks around the rest of the room. It's full of empty beer and whiskey bottles, cigarette butts and plastic cups. Fuck's sake...

“Morning, Roger.” The naked girl in his bed greets him, and Roger glances at her over his shoulder. She's got the hotel bedding wrapped around her, and it's good that she has. His immediate response to seeing her is comparing her every feature to the ones Y/N has. And that makes hie eyes gloss over.

“You can go.” He says to her simply, turning around and pouring himself a glass of water, blinking his tears away. 

“But what if I want to stay?” She asks and Roger shakes his head. He turns around and leans his back against the counter, drinking his water. His eyes fix on her. She's, of course, good-looking, as all the women in the world are, but she can't compare to Y/N.

“Please go.” Roger replies and gestures for the door. “The breakfast is still available downstairs, I think, so...” He trails off, not really knowing what to say. “But don't come back.”

The expression on the girl's face saddens, but she understands. She would have never expected the one and only Roger Taylor to ask her to stay, and even ask her for more. He's famous, and has a girlfriend, after all. She can't help hoping that Y/N Y/L/N won't find out about them two sleeping together. She's just for fun, and she doesn't want to be the reason of a lovely relationship ending. 

She puts on all her clothes and walks out of Roger's hotel room, smiling at him before she does. He doesn't respond in any way, but sighs contently after she leaves. 

Roger calls for room service to clean everything up and throw out the trash. While the old lady does her duty, Roger takes a long shower. He wanted to take a bath, but decided against it when thinking that he'll probably fall asleep there. He has other plans.

Once the cleaning lady has left and Roger's done rolling himself a joint, he lits the end of it and sits on the floor, his back resting against the bed, and he takes a long, deep drag. He needs marijuana to erase any memory of last night and what he's done. Roger was in a dilemma between calling Y/N and telling her about it the second he realised he's been unfaithful and not telling her ever and making himself forget it ever happened.

He can't, of course, control what the girl of the night will do—will she tell the whole world she's slept with Roger Taylor or will she keep quiet. He wishes for both. Roger wishes for a lot of things right now, but none of those things are losing Y/N. 

Roger doesn't even know where she is right now. They came to the party together, but he lost her at one point during the night, but then he thinks she's probably with Deaky, her close friend. That's how they met - through John. When Queen had finally formed and it was time for their first gig, Deaky took Y/N to see them. She was so proud and happy at the gig, and watched all of the guys individually. Then John introduced her to the rest of the band, and Roger had fallen in love with her from the first glance. So had she.

Roger chuckles at the memory and looks up at the ceiling. His eyes are completely red from smoking his joint, and he can't even see properly. He wants to cry so much, but fears that his eyes will start bleeding if he does so. 

How will he ever live with this?

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“Hi, my love!” Y/N cheers once she comes inside Roger's hotel room. “Sorry, I got up late and then got caught up at breakfast...” She sighs. Her face is free of make-up, laced with lack of sleep and tiredness, but she covers all that up by a bright smile that makes her shine like the actual sun. She searches for Roger in the room, but she can't quite find him. Then she spots his hand on the edge of the bed.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows and puts her things down, walking around the big bed after doing so. Roger's passed out in a sitting position, his left arm resting on his bed and his head almost reaching his lap. Y/N kneels down before him and takes both his cheeks in her small hands, lifting his face up. His face doesn't move a nerve.

“Roger.” She says, trying to wake him up. He still doesn't react. Y/N grins as she knows what will wake Roger up—he hates when Y/N touches his eyes. She stretches down the skin below his left eye with her thumb, doing the same with the skin above the same eye. She notices his eyes are blood-shot. He's been smoking, and surely not just cigarettes. 

There's a groan from Roger and he moves his head away from Y/N's invading fingers. There's a glad smile on her face and she sighs quietly. She moves Roger's face back to her and he squints his eyes, opening them slowly. He's very confused at first, but his eyes focus on Y/N.

“Good morning, Rog.” She says with a soft smile. The corner of his lips tugs up slightly upon seeing her, but then his face changes as if he'd have a heart attack. He hasn't forgot what he did last night. “Why have you smoked your mind out?” Y/N asks. Her voice is so caring, and so innocent. She has no idea what he's done.

“Hi.” Roger finally speaks, his voice imitating the sound of a dog growling. Y/N chuckles and lets him yawn and have his morning stretch, sitting back on her knees. “What time is it?” Roger asks. 

“Almost two, day-time.” Y/N responds, glancing at her watch. “And you, mister, have a plane to catch. I hope you haven't messed your clothes up too much.” She says and pats Roger's leg. Roger looks at her, and his are the perfect example of guilty, though she doesn't see it. Not yet. 

Roger lunges at Y/N, taking her lips between his. His gesture surprises Y/N, and also the horrible smell of his breath, but she gives in. She feels like she hasn't seen Roger in ages. 

Roger's hands comb through her washed hair, and he kisses her more. He feels sad, almost like this would be the last time he can kiss her like this, freely. No matter what happens, he knows the truth will come out at some point. So Roger pulls Y/N even closer to him and kisses her like his life depends on it.

She can't deny the feeling that builds in her stomach from the way Roger's kissing her. But he's practically on the verge of passing out, and they have to get to the airport in time, and get all their stuff in their suitcases before that.

Y/N puts her hands on his cheeks and pushes him away slightly. “Missed me that much, have you?” She asks slowly, her eyes searching his. Roger is avoiding her stare, looking at her lips or even lower. “What's happened, Roger? Why have you smoked so much?”

Roger shrugs. “I just felt like it.” He tries his best. He falls against the bed and Y/N laughs, shaking her head. 

“Felt like being in a coma?” She asks. Roger nods and gives her a grin.

“Sorry, must have had no control over myself.” He tells her, fiddling with this hands and yawning again. Y/N smiles at him sweetly and stands up. 

“'S alright, as long as you don't die.” She says, walking past the bed. “But get up, we have to manage to be at the airport in an hour. Did you take a shower?”

“Yeah.” Roger says, staring through the window. “That was before I smoked.” He mumbles, but Y/N hears him. 

“Then go again, the water's free here.” Y/N chuckles, but Roger doesn't feel like laughing. “Rog. Get up! There's really not much time. And you're always taking long showers.” She says and groans at the last part. Roger grins and pushes out a breathy chuckle. He then stands up and walks over to where Y/N is, wrapping his arms around her slowly.

“Shower with me.” He says, almost begging as his hair tickles Y/N's shoulder and she laughs. 

“I already showered, I feel fresh enough.” She replies and turns around in Roger's hold, looking at him. Her pointer finger bumps his nose and he keeps looking at her lips. “Go.” Y/N laughs again while talking, and slaps Roger's butt. He bites his lip at that, but pulls away from his girl. While she's still his.

Roger nods and walks in a very lazy manner to the bathroom to shower for the second time that day. Y/N gets all his clothes into his suitcase while he's at it and also organises her own stuff, humming one of Queen's songs to herself. It's the end of their tour, and the band and their girls are about to go home. Y/N can't wait having Roger all to herself again for a long time.

[keepseaveyweird]

Request: OKAY BB HERE'S MY IDEA: you’re an actress on Riverdale and you’re dating Jack and he’s just so supportive and you’re doing lots of behind the scenes stuff on Instagram and the fans don’t know y’all are dating but Camila (or Lili, whichever you want. Maybe even Madelaine) post something ab y’all without thinking and the fans go crazy and it’s super cute. :))) sorry if that’s a lot haha

A/N: Okay so I don’t watch Riverdale and don’t really know the actors in it very well, but I tried to get Lilli right? Idk this one was a struggle for me but I’m glad you sent it cause I’m always wanting to get better! I also tweaked the request a bit, so I hope that’s alright :)

The set hustled as producers, actors and make-up artists sprinted around getting ready to film the next scene. This upcoming season was a big deal, and the audience has never been bigger. With lots of media attention from not only fans but tabloids as well, the pressure was on.

You sat in your dressing room, dolled up in makeup and your next outfit as you posed for Jack, who was taking pictures for yours and Riverdale’s instagram. He handed you back your phone, letting you look and begin editing them, preparing for your next post in order to promote the show.

“Babe, these look so good! You should leave the band and take up photography,” you joked, earning a grin from him.

“Very funny,” Jack mocked, “but thanks, love, it’s not my skills making you look good though, it’s just you,” he winked. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing Lilli recording the conversation on her phone, a smile on her face.

“What are you doing?” you asked her as she rewatched the video while laughing.

“You guys are so cute it’s gross,” Lilli smiled, saving it to her phone.

“Thanks Lil’s!” Jack beamed, “but you can’t post that, our relationship is still private.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll save it for when the world knows,” she laughed as she walked out.

Jack looked down to you, confusion written on his face. All you could do was shrug before picking up your script and practicing lines with your boyfriend.

It was a week later, and you had a red carpet event to help kick-off the new season of Riverdale and you were ready to walk it alone, the world still not aware that you were, in fact, dating Jack Avery. Jack hung back in the car as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips before you stepped out, the camera’s immediately starting to flash as you posed with a soft smile.

It was normal to get questions yelled at you from paparazzi, it was in the job description.

Who are you wearing? Who dies at the end of the season? Any special secrets to spill about your castmates?

And you were trained not to answer them, trained to ignore them. It was easy, but for some reason you thought you heard Jack and the other boy’s names pop up. You tried your best to ignore it, pretend you didn’t hear it, because maybe you didn’t, it could’ve been in your head.

At least that’s what you told yourself until you reached the lady from TMZ, who was ready to conduct your short red carpet- interview.

“y/n! How are you doing tonight?” The lady asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m doing great! I’m very excited to be here and for the new season to premiere,” you told her using your fake interview voice.

“And we are too!” she exclaimed, looking to fans lined up behind the cameras who screamed in agreement.

“So y/n, you have to tell me. Are the rumors true?” She asked, putting her mic up to your lips. You couldn’t help but stare in confusion, not a clue of what she was referencing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know what you’re talking about?” you crinkled your eyebrows.

“Is it true you’re dating the Why Don’t We member, Jack Avery?” The lady rephrased the question, and your whole world just stopped.

It wasn’t because you were embarrassed of Jack, or of his friends or of his music or anything like that. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be seen with him, in fact, it was quite the opposite; you wanted to show him off to the world. But it was still new, only a couple months and the two of you didn’t want your careers getting in the way of what you had.

“I- uh… who told you that?” you asked, curious as to who spilled. You knew it wasn’t Lilli, she was both of your number one fans and wouldn’t hurt a fly. You wondered if it was Cole, who slipped up in an interview while making some sort of stupid joke, or if Camila accidently mentioned his name while talking about behind the scenes because Jack was there almost as much as you.

“Well y/n? You did!” The woman exclaimed.

“I what?”

She pulled a picture up on her phone, letting you take a peek. It was your Instagram page, the picture Jack took of you the other week when Lilli interrupted. In the back was a mirror, and though you weren’t quite dumb enough to post a picture with Jack’s full body in the background, you did manage to miss a big tuft of noodles peeking from the corner. Noodles that are quite iconic, and cannot be passed on as anyone else, which is a dangerous game when trying to keep your relationship quiet.

You knew you couldn’t deny the rumor, couldn’t say it wasn’t him. You couldn’t do that to Jack who you knew was watching on his phone, most likely just as stressed out as you in the back seat of the SUV.

“Well I guess the truth is out,” you shrugged with a slight smile, actually excited the news was out. It meant no more hiding, no more constant night ins. Jack could hold your hand while walking down the street and you could kiss his cheek while out in town. You two could publicly show affection for one another, something you didn’t realize you missed until then.

The lady did a giddy little dance before turning to face the camera with a smirk, proud to say she was the one to confirm the relationship over anyone else. After multiple questions about Jack and the rest of the band, you made your way inside to do a viewing of the first episode of the new season before heading back to your apartment where your boyfriend was waiting on the couch.

As you opened the door, Jack sat on the couch, turned to face you with a giant smile.

“So? The truth is out baby,” he stated, holding open his arms for you to climb into.

“I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I didn’t see your stupid hair.” You sighed, laying your head on his chest.

“You don’t have to apologize, it was probably time we went public anyways,” he said kissing your temple, “and my hair is not stupid.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, ruffling his hair around as he scrunched his nose, “whatever… noodle boy.”

Suddenly your phone went off and you saw Lilli was calling, in which you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Can I post the video I took last week now, the world needs it!” She yelled through the line. You silently rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” you told her, hanging up before you could hear her squeal. You tossed your phone onto the coffee table, only to cuddle up to Jack, as you had much to celebrate about.

[imagines-of-the-unknown]

Poe Dameron X Tall!Reader

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: IDK shy Poe????

A/N: I'm kinda tall for my age or something like that. 5'7" so not that tall, but like ya know got this idea.

All Poe wanted to do was go to his room and sleep. He was beyond exhausted, if he stayed up any longer he knows that he'll be all energetic again. But no, the universe had other plans and have the area where his room is blocked off because there's apparently a pest infestation or a native animal just got into the bases ventilation system.

There was loud thumping going over him and he could he some sort of angered mumbling.

"HA!" Was what he heard before the room crashed onto him. He was too tired to process what just happened, all he knew was that he was no lying on the ground looking at the roof. Well what was left of it and someone's legs dangling down. They were missing their shoes and one sock was about to come off, then the feet seemed to get close and more of the person came into view. He jumped when the person dropped down and their feet landed on either side of him. His heart was in his throat. "Got you little bugger." The creature tried to get out of the arms and succeeded for a second before the person was able to get a better grip on them. "Oh." The person bent over to look between the legs to see Poe's face.

"You're beautiful." He said breathlessly as he studied their face. Their eyes were wide with surprise, he swore he saw the galaxies in them.

"Thank you, but I'm sorry I almost killed you because of the bastard." You moved so you were crouching down with the creature in one hand and a hand out to him. Poe stuck his hand out not separating the eye contact. Their hand was warm and comforting. When he finally stood up he was taken back with the fact that they were taller than him. He bit his lip upon noticing that you had taken off the top of your jumpsuit and tied it around your waist to reveal your wonderfully bare arms that seem to have a bit of muscle to them and your tank top hiding what his imagination can only currently provide.

"It's okay." He would probably would've thanked you in all honesty

"Welp." You stood on your toes rocking back and forth while the creature squirmed. "I better take this thing out then apologise to the technician that has to fix the roof." You turned and waved at him with a wonderful smile that made him feel warm and fuzzy. "See ya around Dameron." Oh no, you knew his name. He swore he was having a heart attack. He would not be sleeping now.

He really hoped that he would see you around soon.

For weeks he made sure that he's covered every corner of the resistance base just to see you and where you worked. But to no avail. It's like you were a ghost, a tall beautiful ghost. Well you were only a few centimetres taller than him, maybe it was the boots. Nope not boots, you just had socks on that day.

'I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel'

Poe came to a sudden halt and his head snapped towards the music. It was rare music was played around the base.

'There's a voice in my head that drives my heel'

Naturally he wanted to go see who was playing the music.

'It's my baby callin', says I need you here'

But it also felt like it was a calling to him. After a few seconds of trying to find the right room he felt saddened when he saw that it was only Rose in the room.

"Oh, hey Poe. What's up?" Rose was her usual perky self and was up and ready to help Poe with anything that he needed.

"The music." His voice but a slightly sad whisper. A head suddenly blocked his view, but all he could see was the familiar eyes.

" 'Radar Love', Golden Earring." Then you turned your head to face Rose, hair brushing his nose sending a shiver through him. "I can't seem to find the source of the rattling. Are you sure it's a ventilation problem?"

"I'm sure." You nodded and ducked back into the roof to check the problem. Rose was quick to notice the awestruck gaze that the Commandor had and smirked.

"Are you alight?" Poe nodded then suddenly felt uncomfortable, he came here to see about the music and got his answer. He saw you and wanted to stay, but Rose was here as well. "Is there anything else you need?" Poe looked up to the opened ceiling for a few seconds and then back at Rose.

"Not really..."

"(Y/N) I'm just going to get something, I'll be back."

"Okie dokie." Poe smiled and repeated your words silently to himself liking the sound of it. Rose walked passed him and sent a wink mouthing that you're single.

It was silent for the first few minutes- minus the music playing in the background. Poe wondered around the room looking at all the little knick knacks trying his best to resist the urge to pick them up.

"So uh.. What's your job around here?" Poe mentally kicked himself at the question, that's one way to start a conversation.

"Usually just in storage but lately I've been asked to check the ventilation system as shit has been getting in it and I'm kind of the only one that can reach it." Poe nodded along taking note of your usual whereabouts. "Where the bloody hell is that thing." He heard a bit more shuffling then a groan of annoyance. "Really, just a loose screw." He laughed at the thought of you spending almost hours searching for something only for it to be a loose screw. He saw a screwdriver next to him and picked it up walking back to the hole in the ceiling and up the small step ladder. "Hey, could you grab a- oh thank you." Poe smiled as you gently took the screwdriver in slight surprise. "It's the perfect one!" You scurried back into the vent to fix up the screw.

Poe stood on the ladder watching as you disappeared from him.

"Do you want to grab some lunch?" Poe bit his lip once more in anticipation.

"Yeah I could go for a coffee... well it'll be two coffees at least..." The pilot jumped when you were suddenly in his face, he could almost feel your breath. You then looked off to the side thinking. "Would that make it five coffees for the day or four?" You seemed to make a look that just said 'whatever'. "Anyway, I don't think Rose is coming back. Must've found Finn." Poe laughed at the comment knowing that this was a usual occurrence.

"We'll be lucky to see them for the rest of the day." You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and laughed loudly. He loved it.

"Any way, about that coffee?" At first Poe was confused then it hit him so he jumped off the step ladder so you could step down.

"Could you move than please?" Poe did as you asked with confusion. But then understood when you jumped down, you looked so cool as you came from your slightly hunched position to towering him with confidence. He swallowed hard at that, that image is not going to leave his mind.

The walk was nice, you were telling stories of the multiple things you've found during your adventures in the ventilation system.

"Where the guy got the porno mags, I'll never know." You shrugged with a light laugh thinking of odd ways that the magazines were obtained.

When you walked into the cafeteria all eyes instantly went to you, your still not used to being one of the tallest people in the resistance. Poe felt the stares even though they weren't at him, he knew he wasn't a tall person.

"I heard that the chef made a cake from their home." He was excited to have the cake, it was rare that the chef made it and when they did it was quick to disappear real quick. You leaned down and whispered.

"I was able to get three slices put to the side for myself." Poe gasped in excitement, maybe he could snag at least a bite. When you saw the stars glitter in his eyes you wanted to give him all three, but one slice will just have to do. "I guess I could give you a slice." You shrugged as you grabbed a tray. You smiled at the chef and held up two fingers then using your thumb to point towards the pilot. Poe grinned from ear to ear as the slice was placed on his tray. You walked over to the table that held the stuff for coffee. "Would you like one?" Poe seemed guilty when he answered.

"No, too biter for my tastes."

"Well I'm going to make you one anyway." He watched as you worked your magic, you looked over your shoulder to see him trying to peek but you used your body to block his view. "Here's yours. Now let's sit." You took large steps to an empty table with Poe lagging behind.

Secretly Poe kind of counted this as a form of date and blushed at the thought. He wasn't sure what made him feel so squeamish, but he liked it.

"Take a sip." You nodded towards the nice cup of coffee you had made just for him. Poe hesitantly looked at the drink, last time he had it, it tasted like shit to say the least. "You can have my slice of the cake if you drink it."

"Are you sure you want to make that kind of bet?" Poe held a smug look at the bargain ready to take on the challenge.

"Well that depends. Are you ready to take the challenge on?" You leaned in matching his smirk. He wanted to lean in as well to kiss you so bad. Instead he went for the beverage, didn't want to ruin what has been created. Poe moaned and the bitter-sweet taste that flooded his mouth, he almost did a spit-take upon realising the sound he just made. It was worth the embarrassment when he heard and saw you giggle. "Well done Dameron." You congratulated him by giving him your slice of cake.

Over an hour passed by in what felt like seconds before Rose finally barged on in.

"There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere." Rose grabbed your armed and did her best to tug you out of her seat. "Rey accidently got something stuck and we can't get it down." You rolled you eyes.

"Sure thing Rosey Cheeks." You teased.

"Shhh." Rose hushed you beyond flustered.

"Same time tomorrow?" You asked your new small lunch mate.

"How about dinner?"

"Second date already?" You shook your head. "Guess I have no choice but to see you then."

"It's a- It's date!" Poe stood up excited, heart beating rapidly.

[ineffablesuffering]

Many Of Horror |j.l| Chapter 1

So, I put this on wattpad but kinda neglected it, but maybe id be more likely to keep updating on this idk

ANWAY

This is my John Lennon fanfic based on this song here.

@queen-mercury-may

Prompt: Your genius friend created a time machine out of an old iPod. How it works is simple. You play a song and you’re immediately transported to the time and place that song was recorded. With a library of over 10,000 songs. You just accidentally hit “Shuffle.”

“Come on, when have my calculations ever been wrong?” My best friend Kirsty Adams told me.

“Well…”

“Shut up, that was one time!”

“You exploded your car K!” I told her.

“That was one time. This won’t explode on you, I promise.” She said, handing me the iPod.

“How do you know this even works?” I began, “Time travel is impossible!”

“I don’t know if it works. You’re gonna be the one to test it!” She said with a grin on her face. Oh, for the love of God.

“So, I’m your guinea pig?”

“Yes! Exactly.” She said excitedly, bobbing up and down on my desk chair. I rolled my eyes at her.

“What do I get out of this? Other than being transported to god knows where.” I mused.

“Um, to meet John Lennon?” She said hopefully. Damn. That sounded good. I mean of course I was 100% aware of what he was like as a person, but I couldn’t deny his talent or indeed his amazing good looks. I mean, like damn.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll try it.” I said, giving in, “but if this blows up on me, I swear to god!”

“It won’t. I promise you!” She squealed, she paused “Just don’t break it, you might not be able to come back if you do.”

“Oh no. What would I ever do? Stuck in the 60’s with The Beatles. God, I don’t know what I would ever do.” I said sarcastically.

“Just please be careful.” She whispered. I sighed and held her hand. “I’ll be just fine, Kirst.” She stretched over from where she was sitting and hugged me tightly before letting go.

“Right try it, and don’t worry about money everything gets transferred. Also, when you get there, you are dropped outside a house to stay in whilst you are there. Outfit’s also change too, so you don’t look like a sore thumb.”

“Wow. You really thought this through.” I pointed out.

“Aye, obviously. Right, go. I need to see if this works.” I looked down at the iPod in my hands. What if it worked. Oh God. My hands began to shake as I was about to select a song, but they were so shaky that I accidentally pressed shuffle. Fuck.

The next thing I knew I was standing in the middle of the pavement. I looked down at the iPod that still in my hand, it was the most modern thing around here, almost futuristic. I pressed the button in the middle to see where this thing had taken me. ‘And I Love Her’ it read. Oh. Oh! I’m in London - 1964! The weather makes it seem like February, there was a slight nip in the air. I looked down to my new outfit. I was wearing overalls with a white top. I looked a bit like I was in Dexy’s Midnight Runners. I began to think how lucky I was to have shuffle select that song. I could have ended up back in the 1800’s with Beethoven, which would have been an entirely different experience. 1964 wow. This means I could meet John Lennon, and tell him what an inspiration he has been to me and maybe kick him in the balls for being a dick. I glance up and see a young man running towards me. He stopped right in front of me and placed his hands on his knees panting heavily. I look at him for a second, the mop top giving him away. Holy shit. Keep calm Charlotte. I quickly put the iPod in my front pocket. He looked behind him and saw a crowd running towards him. He suddenly grabbed my hand and said,

“Run!” He flew off, dragging me behind him, almost tearing my arm out its socket. We darted around a corner and he pulled me into his chest as the crowd ran by. He took a step back adjusting himself before he spoke. “Sorry about that love,” his accent was so much more predominant than I was familiar with, “can’t go anywhere these days.” He said with a small smile. “What’s your name? I assume you already know who I am.” He said smugly, eye’s shining. I rolled my eyes.

“Very modest of you, Mr McCartney, but you assume well. Charlotte Rigby, but most people just call me, Lottie.” I said stretching my hand out for him to shake, but instead, he brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles. My cheeks burned and I had to remind myself that this man was a charmer, and treated women with very little respect, but how many women in my day and age, can say that Paul McCartney kissed their hand? He smiled cheekily at me.

“I like you Lottie,” he said, “Where are you from?”

“Edinburgh”

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“I have you to thank for that Mr McCartney, you are the one who dragged me into this alley.” Paul laughed. Who knew a laugh could be so attractive?

“Call me Paul, Mr McCartney is my dad.”

“Okay then,” I said “Paul.” He smiled at me before he peaked out around the corner, cautious of being spotted again. “Look, we’ll go back to mine and we’ll find something you can wear to disguise yourself.” I said to him.

“Really?”

“Sure! Why not? You could always use a little help from your friends.” I said, daring to quote some of his later work.

“You are amazing love!”

“Let’s go, keep your head down and take my hand.” I said, taking his hand and quickly walking back down the street we came down from. As we were walking, I realised that Kirsty’s iPod worked. Wait. Kirsty’s iPod! I felt my pockets and it was there. Oh, thank fuck! We kept on walking until we reached what seemed to be my new house. My subconscious told me that there was a key under the welcome mat, I checked and there was. Wow, Kirsty had really thought of everything. I unlocked the door and quickly ushered Paul inside. I looked behind me to make sure no one had seen Paul before I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “Feel free to make yourself at home.” I smiled, he returned the smile before heading into what I presumed was the living-room. I went up the stairs, gravitating towards the first room on the right. I opened the door and walked in. I took a deep breath. Paul McCartney was in my house. James. Paul. McCartney. Holy mother of God. I had to keep my cool. I walked over to my wardrobe and flicked through. How I loved sixties fashion. I had numerous pairs of jeans, full length and cropped, there was also loads of floral-patterned tops and dresses that weren’t really my 2017 style of dark colours. But for the 60’s: I was willing to make that sacrifice. There was also a long, camel brown trench coat. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. Hairspray. I smirked to myself, grabbing the coat, one of the multiple scarfs and a pair of sunglasses. “Paul?” I shouted

“Yeah?”

“Come up here! I have something for you.” I heard him coming up the stairs before poking his head around the door. “Come in and stand by the bed. Close your eyes.” He did as he was told. I took the coat off its hanger and helped him into it. I slipped the sunglasses onto his face, moving his hair out of the way and tied the scarf around his head. “Ok, I’m going to walk you forward to in front of the mirror okay?” Once in front of the mirror “Okay. Open.” He opened his eyes. “Paul McCartney, meet Paula McCartney.” I laughed. It was simple, but it worked.

“Paula?” He laughed

“Paula.” I confirmed.

“You think this will work?” He asked, taking off the glasses.

“Honey, I know it will work.”

“Well, if you are sure.”

“I am.” I nodded “Where do you need to be anyway?”

“Studio. John’s gonna kill me,” He said going over to the window and glancing out of it, “I really should get going.”

“We can’t have a dead Beatle, now can we?” I almost laughed.

“No, we can’t.” He smiled at me walking to the bedroom door, putting the sunglasses back on. “You coming?”

“What?”

“Are you coming or not? You can’t let lil’ old Paula McCartney walk the streets herself. Plus, John might not kill me with a pretty girl around.” He winked at me and I just laughed. It was hard to take him seriously the way he was dressed, and there was no way I was letting a chance to watch the Beatles in a session!

“Sure, why not,” I said, “Little old Paula could use the help.”

“Gear! Come let’s go.” He said taking my hand and dragging me out the house. I quickly lock the door and placed the key in my front pocket. Paul took my arm and we set off for the Studio

“So how old are you love?”

“I’m 17,” I paused and remembered the date, “It’s actually my birthday soon.”

“Really? Well, we’ll have to do something!” He said excitedly

“No, no it’s not necessary. I’m sure you’re busy with something.”

“Yeah, well that doesn’t matter. We’ll take you out for lunch!”

“Well, only if you’re sure, I don’t want to be intruding.” I said to him sincerely, but on the inside, I was screaming. He wanted to take me out for lunch? Well okay then.

The walk to the studio was nice. We talked about this that and the next thing, and just generally had a nice time. I had to admit, that I did enjoy his company more than I thought I would. As we neared the studio, I began to think that I was going to see Abbey Road, without all the tourists which was another reason I am thankful for that iPod. I asked Paul “Earlier today when you were getting chased, is it like that everywhere you go?”

“Yeah,” he started, “sometimes I miss it being quiet you know?” I smiled softly at him

“I bet you do, though it has to come with some perks you know? Girls screaming your name.”

“I’m already used to that.” He said wiggling his eyebrows, which could just be seen from the top of his glasses, and I gave him a playful slap and giggled. We reached the studio and I was almost blown away by sheer excitement, but I had to keep my wits. It was so surreal, I had the urge to walk across it and get my photo taken, but it was a few years too early for that. We headed through the main doors into a reception area where Paul stripped off his disguise and hung it up on the coat hook.

“You know, I can’t believe that actually worked!” exclaimed Paul, I just laughed.

“Do you really have that little faith in me, Mr McCartney?” I said with fake offence laced throughout my voice.

“Miss Rigby, I have all the faith in the world in you.” He retorted, opening the door to the room where they would be recording, he bowed as I walked by and I turned to courtesy dramatically, pretending to hold out my non-existent skirt.

“Why thankyou kind sir.” I said in an overly posh voice.

“I am most honoured.” He said in the same accent as me. We stopped, looked at each other then we burst out laughing walking into the room together. I wiped my tears of laughter away and took a glance at my surroundings. John was stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, George was sat lightly strumming his guitar with a cup of tea sat next to him and Ringo was. Well, he wasn’t there.

“Paul, where the hell have you been?” John said bitterly.

“Fans.” He replied simply, picking up his bass and tuning it.

“And who’s the bird?” John said turning his attention to me

“I think you’ll find Mr Lennon, that I don’t have wings or a beak, so if you could refrain from calling me a bird that would be lovely.” I said. Paul sniggered from behind John and George let out a chuckle from where he was sitting. “Charlotte Rigby, but most people call me Lottie.” I said offering my hand to him. John stood a bit shocked that I had spoken to him like that, but he shook my hand anyway.

“John Lennon.” He muttered

“Oh, I am aware.” I smirked at him before taking a seat next to Paul. A sense of achievement washed over me, I just talked back to John Lennon. Paul smiled at me.

“So, what are we recording today?” I asked innocently, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, just a few bits and bobs. We have a song called ‘And I Love Her.’”

“Oh! I can’t wait to hear it! I can tell I’m going to love it already!” I said enthusiastically. Paul smiled at me again.

“I hope you will.” He replied. The door opened and in walked Ringo, a tray of tea in his hands and a cigarette hanging from his lips. Adorable.

“Here, let me take that.” I sprung to my feet, taking the tray out of his hands.

“Look, the birds taller than you Ritchie!” John’s voice rang throughout the studio.

“Shut it Lennon.” I snapped. George sniggered and Paul burst into a guffaw. I turned my attention back to a very shocked Ringo. I balanced the tray in one hand, offering him my other “Charlotte Rigby, but most people call me Lottie.” Ringo shook my hand

“Richard Starkey, but everyone calls me Ringo.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” I smiled, it really was all mine. I sat the tray down on a small table to the left of me. The room fell silent, though I knew I was the reason why. I knew that prior to this point, the studio was a man’s environment, there was no sign of Yoko just yet and I couldn’t change that. No, I couldn’t change that. That was history, that was one of the reasons for the end and right now, was only the beginning. I couldn’t interfere with that. I had to be careful whilst I was here. There were so many things that I could accidentally change. I let out a small cough. “Well, I guess I should be leaving then,” I said sadly. I really wanted to see them record but I couldn’t change history. “It was nice meeting you all.”

“Do you really have to go?” Paul wined, standing up coming over to me.

“Yes, she does.” John added, rather harshly.

“Oi, no need to be mean John.” George said, it was the first time I had heard him speak today. I loved his voice, it was so calming.

“It’s fine George, this is a man’s world after all,” I said flashing him a tight smile, before turning my attention back to Paul. “Plus, I don’t want to interfere.” Paul smiled sadly, nodding his head.

“I understand.”

“It was lovely to meet you though.” I said to him.

“And you. Thank you for helping me.”

“Not a problem.” I told him making my way out of the door. “Bye Ringo, Bye George, Bye Paul,” I said addressing each of them. “John.”

I left the studio with my hands in my pockets. Once I was in the safe proximity of the outside world, I let out a shaky sigh before hopping down the stairs. The experience was surreal. I met John and George. They were alive. I started making my way along the streets of London where I came from. Reaching my new house, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I couldn’t believe the iPod fucking worked. I started chuckling to myself and soon, I was almost on the floor because I was laughing so hard. It actually worked, and now I was going delirious. I collapsed to the floor in my laughing fit, tears streaming down my face. Who knew how long I was sitting there.

Once I had calmed down I thought it might be best to check out the house that I was living in. I looked up to be greeted with the sight that I noticed when I entered the house for the first time. The carpet was a light caramel, plain and simple and continued up the stairs to where the bedroom was. There was a door right in front of me, and to my left an open door which made me believe that that was the living room. I went to the closed door first. Pulling it open I was greeted with a bathroom. Nice, I thought to myself, that might come in handy. I laughed at my own joke. I walked into the living room. The carpet was all weirdly designed in all these different colours and shapes. The walls were white and had a yellow accent wall. There was a glass door which led into the Kitchen. I headed back up the stairs and opened the other doors. A spare bedroom, an extra bathroom and storage.

I headed back to my new room to study it further. Apart from the wardrobe and mirror that I had already seen, there was a Vanity table underneath the window which faced the streets. Beside that was a record player on top of a set of cupboards. I knelt and opened the cupboards and gasped. In front of me was pile upon pile of records, from Johnny Cash to Vera Lynn, from Little Richard to Frank Sinatra and everything in between. There was a feeling of disappointment in me as there was no Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd but still, I squealed and grabbed ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin.’ I gently took it out of its sleeve and placed the record onto the turntable before dropping the needle. After a crackle, the smooth Jazz voice of Frank Sinatra flowed out of the system, and into the air around me. I stood up and started swaying to the music that was being produced. I twirled just as the doorbell rang. I quickly stopped and turned off the music. No one knew where I lived. No one but…. Paul! I quickly bounded down the stairs and opened the door to indeed Paul who was standing holding my scarf, jacket and sunglasses that I had completely forgotten about.

“Hello Paul! Please come in.” I smiled stepping aside to let him in.

“Thanks.” He grinned. He came inside, we made our way into the living room after I shut the door. “Oh, here.” He said offering my clothing to me. I said my thanks and took them off him and placed them neatly on the arm of the chair.

“Tea?” I asked

“That would be lovely.”

I opened the kitchen door and beelined for the kettle, I took off the lid before filling it with water and setting it down before flicking the switch. There was a silence between us no one knowing exactly what to say.

“So,” Paul coughed “I want to apologise on behalf of John for his behaviour.” He walked in and leaned up against the worktop

“It’s okay,” I smiled, opening a cupboard and praying to find mugs. I did. “I know people like that, I can handle it.”

“It seemed like it!” He chuckled. “He was silent for the rest of the day! I haven’t seen anyone speak to him like that.”

“Milk? Sugar?” I asked putting a tea bag in each mug, filling it up with the hot water, a smug smile on my face.

“Please.” I took out the tea bag and added milk and sugar “You know, you’re different Lottie.”

“Really? How so?” I said handing him his mug.

“Thanks,” he took a sip “I don’t know, you just seem more how do I put it?”

“More?”

“More independent, more capable.”

“In what sense?” I asked confused. The Beatle took another sip of his tea.

“You don’t need anyone to stick up for you, you handled it pretty well.”

“Thanks. I need to know how to where I’m from.” I said choosing my words carefully. One slip of the tongue and it’s out there. Paul only took a sip from his tea.

“So, how did today go?”

“Great thanks! We got the song recorded, and started on a few other things.” Paul’s eyes twinkled when he talked about music, it was so nice to see how passionate he was about it. “I’m sorry you couldn’t stay.”

“It’s fine.” I sipped my rea. There was another silence. “Oh shit, I left a record on my turntable!” I remembered.

“What record?”

“Frank Sinatra.”

“Oh gear! Mind if I come check it out?”

I shrugged “If you want to.” We sat down our mugs and made our way upstairs to my room Paul clocked the open cupboard and instantly made his way over to it flicking through each individual record, examining it with care. I on the other hand just sat on the bed watching him do so. Paul stood up and replaced the needle to the start of the Frank Sinatra record that I had been playing and before long the sultry sound of I’ve Got You Under My Skin come back on. Paul walked over to where I was sitting and offered his hand. I smiled at him and took it. He took me to the middle of the room and pulled me close to him, I flushed at the contact. He held one of my hands in his and had it pressed on his shoulder, whilst his other hand snuck around my waist. I placed my free hand on his arm. Funnily, I had just noticed that we were the same hight so I could look him directly in the eyes as we danced. We swayed and almost waltzed around my bedroom, Paul twirling me every so often. I laughed and so did he. We played record after record just dancing, neither of us noticing the time or the sky getting gradually darker. We collapsed on my bed slightly out of breath, we looked at each other and just laughed. I could see each other becoming close friends, but I didn’t know how long I was going to be here for. A slight frown appeared on my face and Paul was quick to notice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“It’s nothing,” I sighed moving a stray bit of hair from my forehead. “It’s just,” I paused trying to think of the words to say “Will we ever get to meet again? I had a great time today and I don’t want this new-found friendship to go down the drain you know?”

“I know what you mean. I hope that we can meet up again. Maybe I could stop by after I finish up at the studio tomorrow?” He said, sitting up. I sat up too.

“I’d like that,” I smiled “I’ll be sure to have the kettle on.”

Paul laughed, “I look forward to it.”

“You’d best be going then.” I said glancing at the clock, almost 11.

“Yeah, I guess I should.” He sighed standing up. We walked down the stairs and I opened the door for him.

“Tell the boys I said hello.”

“I will do, I’ll see you tomorrow Miss Lottie.” He said pressing another kiss to my hand.

“See you tomorrow Paul.”