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sorry but ali krieger is so mommy SORRY

[lilystyles]

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part three of style, written by @lilystyles

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authors note I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG??? UR SUPPORT HAS BEEN AMAZING I LOVE U ALL SM ALL UR ASKS R SO SWEET. LOVE U LOVE LOVE U. IM SORRYYYYYY UNI SUCKS RN!!! ENJOY ANGELS <3333333

brief description niall throws the party of the century, and harry gives y/n a gift.

warnings! slight age gap, smutty (daddy kink, romantic sex, m!receiving, f!receiving, steamy, dry humping) sexual tension, drugs and alcohol abuse, fratboys. (wordcount: 11k)

fratboy!older!bffsbrother!harry x younger!innocent!reader

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Harry Styles, for what felt like the first time ever, was jealous.

It had now become obvious to Harry, that he is definitely a jealous person when he loves someone.

Which had never happened to him until her, he’d never cared enough to be jealous. He couldn’t care less normally, and he never really understood feeling possessive. It used to turn him off so much when someone was possessive over him, he hated the idea of being tied down and suffocated. His ex-girlfriends could and did cheat him and Harry didn’t care, he was young and wanted to have fun. He didn’t blame others for enjoying themselves. He moved on without the bat of an eye, and he never held grudges over it.

Life was about feeling good, having fun, and enjoying yourself. And before Y/n that meant mindless sex, parties, and smoking in pretty girls’ beds. He knew for a lot good girls that his past would be a major turn off, he honestly didn’t remember half the people he’d shagged, but he didn’t care. Life was a bunch of fleeting moments for him.

But lately, his feelings about possessiveness were different. His feelings for Y/n were all-consuming and so strong he didn’t know what to do with himself, he felt like his world was flipped upside down. He didn’t know how to ground himself, he felt like he was floating, and so far from his feet. When it came to Y/n he cared. A lot. Too much.

He found that even the way people were looking, just looking, at her right now was enough to have him clenching the can of beer in his hand. His fist tightly squeezed around it, imagining it was the jugular of whoever was walking in her direction that wasn’t him. And despite the fact he could understand people hitting on her because seriously she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, that didn’t matter to him. Y/n owned every inch of him, and he felt like he’d made it clear she was belonged ot him too.

Harry found himself watching her intensely from across the room, eyes locked directly on her pretty little perfect figure. Which was unlike him normally he was off causing mischief and getting incredibly out of his mind drunk and high. Probably get a blowie outside by the pool.

But she was so striking, and he felt like he was in a trance. She stood out from the swarm of people like the brightest star in the sky, her h/c shined under the lights catching his attention immediately when he walked into the room. Y/n just looked so fucking gorgeous, like the embodiment of beauty, and everything Harry loved was embedded in her very being. He couldn’t have ripped his eyes away even if he’d wanted to. 

If he had to describe her in one word right now, he’d say entrancing. She looked…well it took his breath away how beautiful she was. Harry always found Y/n very beautiful but tonight she looked especially scintillating. He wasn’t sure if it was her outfit or the fact his infatuation was growing by the second each day, but wow. 

He wanted her so badly.

Her face was flushed from alcohol and the heat of the room, a soft pink that was similar to the shade of her lips, and a glisten of sweat coated her from the sweltering evening, making her look like an ethereal being that Harry adored. God, she was adorable. He could see her giggling, nose scrunching and all smiley. He couldn’t hear her, but he wished he could. She had the cutest laugh known to man.

And there it was, that itchy jealousy and annoying possessiveness rolling through his veins as he watched her laugh with another boy.

His green piercing eyes fell further down her figure. Her costume was fitting. The little dress she wore was very short, so short that the bottom of her plush ass was almost peeking out of it and Harry’s thoughts turned from wholesome to not-so. He’d never seen her wear that dress before, but if he had anything to do with it she wouldn’t even be wearing one and she’d been in his bed with the flimsy material on the floor. The material of her dress was almost a second skin, the silky white material left very little to the imagination except for where it puffed out at the bottom like a tutu. Her tits were round, the perfectful mouth for him to suckle on, nipples hard and obvious pressing against the satin material.

However, her luscious legs and smooth skin were the stars of the show tonight, Harry had been lucky enough to feel those wrapped around him, so he knew how soft they were. In that dress, her legs looked so long, the sight of her made his blood rush through him faster, almost like he was high. He’d only had one beer, so he didn’t know what had made him so dazed.

Harry wouldn’t be surprised if his prick was hard in his pants, he didn’t have it in him to feel ashamed. It got like that when he smelt her perfume on his clothes after being with her all day. Y/n had an unfathomable power and control over him, that she hadn’t even known she possessed. It didn’t take make much to get him budged up like that anymore, if Y/n crossed his mind then boom, just like that his prick was begging for his fist.

Harry kept watching her protectively. A few guys were leering close by, and he didn’t like it one bit. Instead of looking at the boys, he turned his attention back to the details of her dress. The top of it had puffy short sleeves that made her look adorable, and the neckline showed her perfect tits sitting comfortably and plump. That little necklace of her initial sitting between them, it sparkled under the dim light.

He bit his lip, and the beer in his hands was no longer enough to distract him. He licked his lips and calculated how he’d get her alone with him tonight. For once, Emma was sticking to her like glue. His sister normally found a way to disappear off and get herself sickly drunk, and with some lad. They had that in common, neither ever one to mingle unless it was for a shag or a spliff.

But not right now, no Emma stayed close by her side, talking to Zayn and a guy Harry thinks is called Liam. Harry’s jaw clicked, teeth clenching as he watched Liam’s eyes linger a moment too long at Y/n’s chest. His fist clenched by his side as he tried to breathe.

Shutting his eyes only for one second to remind himself to get his lungs working. 

In.

Out.

In. 

Out.

As he repeated those two words in his mind, the only thing he could that he wanted to go in and out was his prick inside of her perfect sweet pussy. He wanted her pressed nice and close to him, he wanted to hold her, and press his cheek to her head and shut his eyes. Maybe then he’d be able to breathe normally. He certainly couldn’t from over here, and now as stood across the room he realised maybe all those girls sobbing hysterically with ice cream in their dorms over his frat brothers weren’t so crazy, and maybe those idiots who ran through airports weren’t really idiots. Just people madly, stupidly, overboard, in love.

This absolute possessive carnal caveman rage was something Harry hated because he knew it was stupid. But God the thought of anyone even looking at what was his pissed him off beyond the point of sanity. Y/n was a fucking beautiful little thing, she always had been, all innocent and soft, the kind of girl you wanted to scoop up into your arms and take care of.

And he wanted to do just that. He wanted to take care of her and keep all harm from her direction. He didn’t care if he was getting obsessive with his staring, he couldn’t stop. 

He smiled at the little furry feathered halo that sat on her head, wings decorating the soft exposed skin on her back, and glittery cheeks that sparkled like magic under the pale blue lights of the room. She looked ethereal. His real-life angel and she was dressed the part too. Little fluffy white heels decorated her feet that he was sure would look better by his shoulders as he made her melt around him like he had every intention of doing.

He really was the devil for thinking that way. But that’s who he was, and her unforgettable sweet pussy had infiltrated his mind. He smirked silently to himself because he knew despite their total differences and things that got in the way of them, the world had made them for each other. 

Moulding his hand to fit perfectly around hers. Like a sculpture with his clay, the world carved Harry just for her, and Y/n just for him. He was more sure of it than anything in the world.

Even if she didn’t know that yet, he was more than certain.

So Liam could just right fuck right off, that was his angel. Anyway, who comes as a basketball player when you already are one? How lame is that costume? Harry hadn’t worn his football clothes here and called it a costume. Even he wasn’t that bad.

Harry hadn’t tried as hard as Y/n had with his get-up. The only thing to give away his costume was the cheap plastic red horned headband hidden in his curls. He was in a pair of black jeans, and a black t-shirt, nothing special. He didn’t fancy costumes all that much. But he thought that Lucifer likely didn’t give a fuck about his outfit, at least that’s what he’d told Niall when the bloke almost didn’t let him inside due to his very shitty costume.

Y/n hadn’t noticed Harry yet, despite his icy green eyes boring into her skin for the past twenty or so minutes. He’d been lurking in a corner away from her sight. But when Emma left with Zayn to who knows or who cares where, he made his way over quicker than a blink of an eye. Liam noticed him first, and Y/n felt a warmth radiating near her back which made her spine shudder.

Must be Styles. She thought but didn’t turn, waiting for him to speak first.

“Oh hey, Mate.” Said Liam offering a wave. Liam and her had a physics class together and she was complaining to him about the professor and how she was pretty certain she was going to fail the class.

Harry’s chest pressed into her side and she finally turned, smiling up at him. A soft delicate one that made Harry’s lungs finally kick back into working like normal. Heart beating fast, as he thought to himself, oh there you are heart.

Being with Y/n was like realising he’d spent his whole life without oxygen but now he had air.

“Hi.” He said curtly to Liam, moving his eyes to Y/n’s precious ones, and he could feel Liam watching them. She really had no idea how badly every man in this room wanted her. How didn’t she notice the staring? The whispers? How did she seem so calm when she was like a baby lamb in a room full of wolves?

“Can you come and help me with something please, Trouble? Niall asked after us.” He asked leaning down close so his mouth shadowed her ear. He was lying, but he wanted her alone, and Emma wouldn’t notice. She was already incredibly drunk and he knew that because she was already dancing on a table in the dining room.

Y/n nodded squeaking out a soft sure, and she slid her palm around his bicep, thoughtlessly and instinctively. When they went off campus, and spent time together they always held each other close.

His body was so warm and welcoming, she was used to being close to him now. He brought her so much comfort, and Harry felt smug at the way Liam’s face dropped at the sight.

Yeah, suck it, stupid basketball player. He thought. Butterflies fluttering through his tummy at the feel of her hand on his arm.

Y/n hardly had a chance to wave goodbye to Liam before Harry had dragged her away hands melting into her skin. Everything with him felt so natural. Their physicalness was normal now, and she hardly noticed it as much as that first night. It felt routine and safe, and she loved it. He never did that with anyone except her, which made her heart flutter in a strange off-beat rhythm.

Despite having always been a sexual creature, he wasn’t touchy with people he slept with outside the bedroom. He wasn’t the type. But he honestly couldn’t keep his hands off Y/n.

He guided her upstairs leading her into a random room, and shutting the door behind them. It was a fairly clean room, and Y/n soon recognised it was Niall’s. She guessed by the rainbow flag hung up by his posters, and of course, the biggest sign was an Ariana Grande poster. He fancied the pants off her, and would always play her songs in the car. If they went to karaoke which sometimes they did, Niall always without a shadow of a doubt sang Ariana. Despite the fact his throat could not at all easily sing that high-pitched.

She walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, her dress riding up ever so slightly at the movement. Niall had these pale dusty blue sheets and they smelt like citrus and wood on the bed. She never came into his room, or even to the frat house because, well, it’s a frat house.

Harry walked over to her towering over her, cutting her thoughts of their best friend from her mind. His hand moved to touch her cheek, the curve of her skin was searing hot and Harry could feel her melt into his hand.

“Hi, Styles,” She whispered shyly, lips moving as slow as molasses dripping off a spoon. He knew for a fact she tasted just as sweet too.

He smirked down at her, God he wanted to just eat her right up. She was looking up at him all doe-eyed, her little hand creeping underneath his shirt. She was so cute, so fucking adorable. He could feel the gentle caress of her nails against his hip and he felt his skin pimple in goosebumps.

“Hi, Baby.” He replied, moving to sit down beside her. His large, muscled, thigh pressed into hers emitting a warmth she welcomed. Her hands fell into her lap now as she watched him through hooded eyes.

She blushed some more, “What does Niall need our help with in here?”

Harry laughed and it bellowed out, as he placed a soft hand on her knee. Her skin was soft like butter, and he rubbed her knee tenderly. She was perfect, in every sense of the bloody word. 

“Nothing, I just wanted you to myself, Trouble.”

She giggled, and it made Harry’s chest swell. He loved her. He loved her so much. 

“Oh I see,” She said, her hand landing on his. He slowly dragged his hand further up her leg and couldn’t wipe the smile off his face for the life of him.

“You look fucking beautiful, by the way,” He whispered, squeezing her thigh.

She smiled brightly, and she leaned over to smear a quick kiss on his jaw. “Aw, thanks Styles, I went all out because I knew Niall would have my ass if I didn’t dress ‘properly’.”

Harry laughed, tipping his head back. “Well, I’m certainly enjoying you like this. You look…Jesus Y/n, I mean, are you trying to kill me? You really are trouble, aren’t you gorgeous girl?”

She pouted at him leaning in closer, he could smell her perfume and shampoo so heavily now and he was intoxicated by it. Y/n smelt so good, and the scent of her grounded him. He wanted to keep her right here all night, and maybe he would if he was lucky. Y/n didn’t seem to be in a rush to leave their little bubble.

And she knew Emma was very distracted with Zayn, they were still going out. But honestly, Y/n didn’t suspect they’d last much longer, she could already sense her best friend’s restlessness. It wasn’t anything that Y/n judged, but Emma never stayed with a boy longer than a month. She used to think it was a Styles thing, but Harry hadn’t been with anyone else in months, not since that night they shared.

“Am not.” She said, faking petulance. He leaned down close enough that his lips just grazed hers, and she wanted so badly to join their lips. But she didn’t know if that was what he wanted, so she just waited.

“You so are.” He replied.

She leaned into his neck with a sigh, he smelt like always; mint, tobacco, vanilla, and something undeniably Harry. He was intoxicating and the drink she’d had made her blood rush with a want that thumped so intensely. She wanted Harry, so badly, and her control was wilting away with each second that passed.

The devil had a magic spell on the angel.

“Can I kiss you, Trouble?” He asked softly, pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear. He noticed a pair of dangly pearl earrings and untangled the hair from them.

Y/n was amazed by how soft and gentle he was with her. She’d imagined him to be a lot cooler, icy, and most of the time he played the part brilliantly. Before that night in the kitchen, all Harry had been was a cold-hearted frat boy who she thought was sexy. Because that’s all he pretended to be around her before this.

She hadn’t known hiding underneath the cool exterior was a warmth more scorching than the sun.

She giggled at him, eyes shutting for a second, before open to see him smiling back at her. “Do you even have to ask that? Isn’t it obvious I’m dying to kiss you, Styles?”

He rolled his eyes, smirk growing even bigger. “C’mere.”

She shifted closer swinging both her legs over his lap and scooting so close their chests pressed together. She felt her heart speed up at the thought of their lips becoming one. Harry was the one to lean down and connect their lips together in a soft gentle greeting. She tasted like rum and peaches, and he sighed at the taste. He’d wanted to do that all night, and he was relieved to have finally fulfilled his wish. Her soft hands had found their way onto his cheeks, and his hand landed on her waist to keep her nice and snug against him.

It wasn’t long until the little breathy sounds she was making had him needy for her, his tummy curled in desire. And in a hurry of want, he pulled her onto his lap properly and she squealed quietly. Laughing against her lips, he smiled. Pulling away to whisper, “I missed you, so much.”

She rolled her eyes. “You saw me like an hour ago.”

She saw him before they arrived. Having got ready at Emma’s, he’d seen her before she was dressed and left for the party. He snuck a quick peck on her lips while Emma was in the shower before he left. The sneaking around was getting more bold, and Y/n knew she should tell Emma soon but she just didn’t know how. 

Plus what were they? She could hardly say ‘Hey Em been shagging your brother for a bit.’

Harry shrugged at her words. “I don’t care, I miss you the second you’re gone.”

Her lips landed on his cheek, leaving a kiss print of pink and she giggled, thumb coming up to wipe it off. 

“Oops.” She giggled.

“What, you didn’t miss me, Baby?” He whispered, tone all sultry, it made her stomach curl viciously. He seriously would be the death of her. She should’ve known from the minute she met him it would be.

“Obviously. Now kiss me like you mean all that sap,” She ordered him, and there was no need to tell him twice. He kissed her again, tongue sliding into her mouth to swirl against hers. His lips moulded perfectly into hers as his hands slid up under her dress gliding over the soft skin of her bum. The tiniest underwear she owned covered her and he felt the lace under his palm, which pulled a groan from out of him as Y/n shifted herself against his hips unconsciously. She moaned softly at the feeling of his stiff cock digging into her knickers, one of her hands balling his shirt up in her hand.

He squeezed her ass tightly and pulled back for a breath to leave kisses along her jaw and neck. Nipping at the skin below her ear, he whispered to her softly. “Such a good girl, Y/n.”

She sighed at the feeling, eyes fluttering closed and mouth open slightly. She couldn’t help it, Harry was just so warm, so inviting, that she felt herself melting against his firm chest. She’d been so needy without him, and the pep talk she’d given herself before tonight had gone out the window as soon as she’d seen him.

They hadn’t been together in so long, and she’d gotten herself off this morning but it wasn’t the same without Harry there. She’d been wishing it was him the whole time.

“You’re mouth is criminal, Styles. Could get me to do anything.” She admitted softly finger running along his bottom lip. It was all pink and wet from her mouth, and she briefly remembered the feeling of him sucking on her clit, fighting the urge to stop her eyes from rolling back into her head at the memory.

He looked up quickly, meeting her eyes. 

“Anything?” He asked mischievously. 

She shrugged leaning down to plant a quick kiss against his swollen lips, “Probably.”

He laughed at that and trapped her into another kiss. They were growing more heated and passionate, her hips grazing against him ever so slightly, as gentle moans left her mouth. Harry swallowed each sound and let her use him for friction, the dull ache in his balls subsided a little less when she did it. He honestly thought he could cum his pants from it if she just went a little bit harder, for a little bit longer.

His hands gripped her a bit harder and pushed her more firmly against him, and the feel of her warmth against him grew stronger. He guessed that by now she was probably wet, and the thought made his cock twitch. Her pussy filled his daydreams, and his mouth salivated at the thought.

She whined into his mouth and whispered a swear against him. His large hand rubbed a circle on her bum, and he decided that this must be heaven. A pretty angel with Y/n’s form was here with him, and sitting right up against his stiffy. That was his idea of heaven.

His hands hidden under the dress, smooth skin under his palms, his hand could barely feel any fabric he knew just how tiny the sorry excuse of knickers she was wearing was, and this only riled him up more. She was so fucking hot. Sexiest little thing.

As she began to grow more needy for a release the feel of his rough jeans combined with the thin lace knickers she was wearing rubbing against her clit, she thought she could cum from this. The prickling heat had started to spark up her spine and she moaned at the bulge of his cock pressing into her. He began to kiss down her neck again and along her chest, and she felt her pleasure growing in her tummy.

Suddenly feeling close, she pushed his shoulders down so that he was lying on his back, and he smirked at the way she grew more needy for it. He loved seeing her use him to get herself off, he didn’t mind letting her be in charge every once in a while. She rested her cheek against his shoulder as she moved her hips in long but hard motions. All rough, and desperate, and Harry loved to see her so riled up. God, she was so perfect. They hadn’t properly seen each other since that night after her terrible date with Peter, and he was growing tired of fisting his cock in the shower. It didn’t compare to the real deal.

Not to mention he just missed talking to her and being with her, and even if the only thing to happen tonight was for her to get off on his leg while he kissed her pretty little mouth, he’d be completely happy with that.

With Y/n he would do just about anything because, well, it was with her.

Eventually, she whispered a soft, “I’m close,” in his ear.

Harry shifted his hips to move with hers  “Cum for me angel,” He whispered into her ear. And just as she was about to cum the door swung up and her movements halted. Harry was about to shout a quick ‘fuck off’ because it was probably a drunk person looking for the loo, but the voice that met their ears wasn’t a stranger.

Oh shit.

“Y/n? Is that a- is that a Harry under you?” Asked the drunken voice of Niall. His voice was slightly slurring, and the gasp he’d let out made them know for sure who it was. 

He could see the familiar tattooed arms wrapped around her which made him immediately know it was Harry and underneath the fluffy material of her dress he saw a flash of pink knickers and that mermaid tattoo Niall actually went with him when he got done, caught his attention, as he let out a loud yelp.

Honestly, he’d never date either of them. But the bisexual side of him was slightly aroused. They were hot, and together? God. Just delicious.

Y/n winced and shut her eyes, sitting up, “Uh…no??” 

Harry laughed at her attempt to lie and she hit his chest. “Shh! Shut up, Styles!”

Niall shut the door walking inside further, uncaring of the position they were in, and the fact he could see Harry’s stiffy pressing up into Y/n’s thigh. 

“What the fuck?” He said, and they could hear the betrayal in his tone. Normally Harry told him everyone he slept with and always stayed in the loop, even if it was a simple statement like he hooked up with blah at blah he always told him. And Y/n told him everything too, mostly, or at least he thought she did.

Y/n sat up sliding off Harry who sat up, stiff cock still standing tall, and his balls aching. Sitting beside him, Y/n hung her head, like a child ready for scolding.

“We wanted to tell you, mate,” He started, lifting his hands up to run through his hair and chucking the plastic red horns onto the bed, as he shifted on the bed. 

Niall placed a hand to his chest mouth parted open like a fish. His long sheet turned toga covering very little of his muscled chest as he squeezed the flesh there. 

“I’m like so betrayed bitches, why didn’t you tell me? Did this just happen? Is this new? What on earth is going on?”

Y/n laughed at his bombard of questions, he obviously wasn’t too cross with them which relieved the tightness in her chest. 

She didn’t look at Harry when she spoke, instead playing with her fingers in her lap and fidgeting, “We haven’t told anyone…it’s well, I’m not sure exactly what is, Ni.”

Harry looked up at her statement and rolled his eyes. “I am, I fancy the fuck out of you, Trouble. We just haven’t told anyone because Emma would lose it. Remember when I got with Y/n’s old roommate that redhead I forget her name, and Emma shunned her from the group?”

Niall nodded, mulling things over. “Right, yeah. She wasn’t happy about that. Which is sad, I liked that girl, great tits.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and wanted to laugh, clearly, they didn’t like her that much if they couldn’t remember her name.

Y/n stood up. “Ni, I know you’re in shock and offended we didn’t tell you. Which is so fair, but Em doesn’t know yet, and she will kill me. Seriously murder me, especially if she finds out from someone who isn’t me. So you can’t tell a soul.”

He looked down at her and nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell anyone, just Benny.”

Benny was his cat, a fat ginger tabby, who was an old thing that Y/n found hiding behind his car one afternoon. Turns out he was abandoned, back then he’d been a thin little thing, but now Niall fed him up probably too much.

Y/n hugged him, and Niall’s hands slid down to her waist. “Thank you, mate,”

He just nodded, and let out a breath.

“Okay, I’m gonna grab some spliff from in here,” He rustled around, “then you can get back to it. Just don’t spunk all over my bed kids, and if you need a cum rag still one from next door, Jimbo keeps stealing my spliff so,” He said walking over to his shelf and grabbing a tin box full of weed, and his monkey bong from beside his telly.

He shut the door with a hushed bye, and then Y/n finally looked at Harry to see he was already staring up at her from his seat on the edge of the bed. Still standing up, anxiety fluttering her tummy.

“So you fancy me, huh?” She said teasingly with a smile, her lipstick was smudged and he could taste her peach-flavoured lipgloss on his lips still, he licked them in thought.

They hadn’t really discussed much about their relationship. But she was fairly certain he liked her. And she could tell he got jealous, that was obvious. But the sudden change from being the brooding older brother of her best friend, who constantly treated her like a ghost, and teased her about her behaviour to this. This intense, honest, and obsessed boy. It was like whiplash.

All those years? What had changed him in these few weeks?

She would probably always fancy him even if nothing ever comes from this, a piece of her will always belong to him, does he know that? She always felt like she was more transparent than he was.

But right now, just his eyes were a giveaway of his feelings. 

The normally stoic, and cold, gaze was suddenly soft and molten. Even though only a few minutes before they’d been seconds away from getting off and kissing, now it was a soft cosy little bubble.

She was suddenly overwhelmed with a memory. When she was a kid and she’d go to her grandparent’s house she’d find herself sitting in their attic, which they’d turned a library nook which had a big window seat that caused the carpet to get all sun-soaked around noon and she’d flick through dozens of photo albums of her grandparents. The couple had grown up together as neighbours, and been in love since they were five years old.

Her grandparents were still so in love to this day, and her grandma always said you can tell by someone’s eyes if their feelings are true. Y/n’s grandfather’s eyes never turned hard around his wife, and Y/n always took notice. The strong, tall, soldier, was an absoloute sap for her.

Y/n had always hoped one day, she would find a love timeless and comfortable like theirs. Which is probably why she’d never gotten into many casual things, and was against that, she just always hoped one day Harry’s eyes would be like that but now that it was happening she almost couldn’t believe it.

Can people lie with their eyes like they can with their mouth? Can Harry?

He nodded. “Isn’t that very obvious, gorgeous?”

She sat down next to him, and she could feel the steamy moment blossoming into something more intimate and soft. She shrugged and looked down at the hands on his lap, and said nervously, “I don’t know,”

He pouted and slid his hand onto her knee. “We can’t have that,”

She looked up at him, her confidence melting away. She felt fourteen all over again, watching Harry pine over other girls and crying when she got home that he didn’t fancy her. Trying to dress more maturely and act like the girls he’d fancied the next day only to go unnoticed. Praying the red bikini she bought that was pretty skimpy for fifteen would catch his gaze when they had a pool party, only for him to makeout with some girl in front of her.

She could admit her crush on him was embarrassing to look back on, but when she got older a few years down the track she’d grown to accept it wasn’t supposed to be and decided she wouldn’t try to change to be perfect for him. Because in reality that isn’t what Harry went for anyway.

She couldn’t help but feel fourteen and insecure again. Why did he all of a sudden feel into her? 

“Well, y’cant blame me. You hook up with a lot of girls H, and that’s okay, but you know I’m not very experienced. I just- I like you. I always have. But what makes what we are doing different from Jenny, the redheaded roommate from first year.” She said, and his eyes pinched with a prickle of sadness.

He had no idea Y/n still felt this way, after the past few weeks he was certain she’d always secretly known how much he liked her. He thought his affection for her was so bloody obvious but clearly she’d never picked up on that.

He sighed, “I used to get with a lot of people, Trouble. Used to, I don’t want too anymore. Not after the night we shared.” He started, licking his lips and leaning closer. “And you are different from everyone I’ve ever slept with because I actually want more than that…I love having sex with you, Princess, but I also love talking to you, I love being with you, and you are the most lovely person I have ever met.”

Y/n felt the air disappear from her lungs. “You’re special, and I wish I would’ve done something about it sooner instead of wasting our time.”

She smiled, one that hurt her cheeks. She felt them grow rosy as he continued talking. 

“And fuck, you drive me crazy. But I miss you the minute you leave, and you are the only person I have ever wanted. Even when were kids. I don’t know how you never noticed, Y/n, but it’s probably because I’m such a tit sometimes. I never made things easy on you, and I’m sorry.”

The validation and shock were overwhelming to Y/n. 

Her heart practically stopped.

He’d liked her too? 

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. 

Her heart skipped a few beats in her chest, and she felt herself trying to process his confession. 

He’d liked her too? All this time he’d liked her too? What the fuck.

“I may have always been a total dick, but I’ve always fancied you. Ever since I could remember. If Emma wasn’t an issue I would already have told everyone that I fancy the fuck out of you, including you.” He said, lifting a finger to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I would’ve tried to get with you years ago, but the idea of not having you at all was what stopped me.”

He paused, swallowing as he watched her stay silent, and listen. “If I could change the way we started this I would’ve done it properly. Asked you out somewhere nice, worn my best, all of it. But I didn’t expect for us to happen.”

He sighed, “And I didn’t want to have to make you choose between me or her, like I know Em will probably make you, and I’ve been selfish letting myself have you these past few months. But fuck, I just have no control when it comes to you,”

Y/n blinked slowly. Because holy fuck. He liked her back, he always had, and he would’ve been with her sooner if not for the obstacle of her best friend. She couldn’t believe it. She really was sure she must be dreaming and had to stop herself from pinching her skin.

Her lips curved in a smirk, and she put her hand on his hand that was resting on her knee and said. “So, what exactly does that make us, Styles?”

He smiled and for what felt like the first Y/n thought Harry looked nervous. He lifted his free hand to scratch the back of his neck, cheeks dusted in a rosy hue as he tried to get the words out.

“If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

She giggled and he felt nervous while he waited for her response. 

“Mine?” She asked, liking the way it rolled off her tongue, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up at him.

He nodded once again, and she leaned close nose brushing his, and kissed him. As a soft ‘okay’ slipped past her lips he wrapped his arms around her back and smiled pulling apart from her lips for just a moment. 

Excitement rushed through him, as his heart raced. She was looking right back at him, and he felt blissfully happy.

“Okay?!” He asked, unable to hide his relief and surprise.

She laughed tossing her head back, “Yes, Styles.”

He pulled her into a tight hug and she couldn’t stop smiling against his chest, he smelled so good. When he pulled her back at arm’s length once more he looked at her, eyes scanning the plane of her beautiful face. The dim lighting didn’t offer much but he already had every detail of her face memorised. 

“Y’do know this makes you my girlfriend, right?” He said, once again checking she knew what she’d just agreed to.

She nodded laughing, and sliding her hands up under his shirt by his hips. “Yes, I’m aware, boyfriend.”

This made him kiss her again and her hands moved to his back as he rolled them over, his chest pressing into her as she melted into the plush bed. He kissed her desperately, leaving them both no chance to breathe. As her legs split open for him to rest on top of her, she felt something hard press into her. Not his prick, no it was in his pocket, how come she hadn’t noticed before when she was sitting on him? 

She touched it with her hand, and Harry took notice, pulling back gently as his ragged breath fanned her flushed face. 

“Sorry, Trouble.” He whispered breathily, as he dug around in his pocket, sitting up on his knees as Y/n leaned back on her arms watching him.

In his hand was a little black box, it was velvet and she wondered what on earth he had in there. She frowned, eyebrows pinching confusedly, as she watched him hesitate to open it or explain.

Rather than speaking, he opened the box finding inside a sparkling gold necklace. It glittered under the fairy lights Niall had on his headboard. She squinted sitting up straighter, slightly dizzy from it all.

A soft giggle erupted from her lips, and she felt her smile grow wider. Her dainty hand reached out to graze it.

This boy really was full of surprises. “I just- I thought we’d talk tonight so….”

A little golden H on a chain glittered the box, and she felt eagerness bubble in her tummy. Flowing through her veins, as she smirked at him, and bit her lip, “I thought you were joking when you said all those things.”

That night after he’d picked her up from that horrible blind date, and they’d shared a long night together. She thought his jealousy, and possessiveness was laced into his sexual fantasies. Not real jealousy. Because since when was Harry one to care about anything when it came to girls, other than getting his cock wet?

He only smiled, a wicked look coming across his features, God, he really was so bloody devilishly handsome. 

“I don’t joke about what belongs to me, Y/n,” His voice drawled softly, and her stomach curled. The way he was looking at her was enough to rile her up all over again. 

She moved one of her hands to slide up along his arm, her pink long nails scratching the inked skin softly as she lifted his wrist to her chest and pressed a kiss on his knuckles softly. His breath hitched at the sight of her. 

She was so adorable. 

Y/n gradually brought his palm to her neck, and his fingers gently slid around her throat and she bit her lip. 

“Take this off,” She sighed.

He knew she was referring to her initial around her neck, and his cock twitched. Fuck, for an innocent little angel, she knew his game.

His fingers found the clasp and took the necklace off. It was dainty in his hands and what she did next surprised him. Grabbing the necklace from his palm she sat up a bit more on the bed and slid it around his neck, the chain was still warm from her neck, but he shivered as she touched him anyway.

She clasped it on, and it dangled alongside the cross his mother had given him. It was so dainty, you’d hardly notice it. She liked the idea of her initial constantly hanging there beside the cross. He never took the cross off, not even in the shower. Her finger lined them up perfectly, the cross was slightly longer and she made sure they weren’t tangled.

He leaned down now, almost face to face.

“Now everyone gets t’know what’s mine too, don’t they, Harry?” She whispered and licked her lips at the way the chains dangled down near her forehead.

He smirked down at her, dimples popping. “Yes, Angel, they do.” 

She grabbed the necklace from the box and handed it to him. “Put mine on, Styles.”

He obeyed and put the necklace on, the cool chain made goosebumps pimple her skin. It dipped just above the swell of her tits, and he smiled at the sight. His perfect little angel, marked under his name.

“Gorgeous little thing.” He whispered and put the box on the bedside table.

Y/n grabbed his shoulders bringing him back down, he captured her lips against his and they kissed. It was all tongues, teeth, and a mess of noses bumping each other. A feverish kiss, full of a searing heat that had been waiting to burst for a few weeks now.

Y/n’s soft legs wrapped around him, the heels of her shoes digging into his bum as she pressed her heat closer to his once again stiff prick, as he moved his mouth down along her jaw and neck. Slowly spreading his kisses to her chest, and once he got to the H necklace he smirked to himself. He had to be dreaming.

His hands found the zipper of her dress and began to tug the fluffy sleeves down, which revealed her bare chest. Her nipples hardened as his hands grazed them, rough and calloused fingers teasing her nipples, and he moaned, at the feel of her, before latching his lips around one of them.

His filthy, fast, searing hot tongue glided along her. He looked up to see her reaction and the breathless, blushed face made him jut his hips into the bed. God, he wanted her.

“Naughty lil’ thing,” He whispered, looking up at her as he began to leave marks along her chest. Her hands fell to his hair and tugged on the mess of curls, playing with the hair distractedly. 

“Tiny knickers, no bra, all for who, Baby?” He tsked her, looking up to see her expressions but her eyes had shut, and she was sighing softly. She looked off in her own world.

“You,” She keened, eyes opening only to find that green already staring right back at her.

He smiled at that and planted another kiss on her lips before moving down the bed, shifting so that he was kneeling on the floor as he tugged up the fluffy skirt hem, and put his face between her thighs. Kissing, sucking, and nipping on her soft skin. She moaned at the feeling of him, and the drink she’d had made her loose-lipped and slightly louder than she normally would be in a bedroom at a party hiding from her best mate.

She knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but they were together now, she could hardly leave this conversation without celebrating.

His nose brushed against her knickers, and her hips jolted up in his face. He smirked against her and his big, strong, ring-covered hands pushed her hips flat on the bed as he looked up at her. “That’s right, Trouble, all f’me. Only f’me. Sucha’ good girl.”

One of his hands moved to her knickers and pushed the thin string aside, revealing her gorgeous dripping pussy. His mouth practically watered at the sight, ever since the night he had a chance to taste her it was something that had overtaken his fantasies when he fisted his cock, he loved being between her legs and it was all he could think about most nights before bed.

When he began kissing her clit, she knew it was going to be hard to pull him away. His tongue darted out along into her hole, and he started licking into her desperately, as her legs fell over his shoulders and she let out a soft cry.

“Mm, fuck, Daddy,” She moaned, and her hands fell into his hair as she began to tug on it in gratitude. Her long nails scratched his scalp, and he moaned against her clit causing her legs to squeeze against his head in pleasure.

One of his hands moved up to her thigh and he pushed it backward, giving him a better view of her. With his other hand, he moved his fingers up to her lips and tapped against her bottom lip. She knew he wanted her to suck on them, and did so happily. They muffled her moans as he continued hungrily licking up all the slick dripping out of her needy little pussy.

He could feel her tongue swirling around his fingers and his cock jealously throbbed in his pants. He was happy with how dripping in her saliva his fingers had become and he brought his hand back down to join his tongue. With his middle finger, he slowly started teasing her weeping hole, and she let out a harsh cry. 

“Please,” She begged desperately and tugged on his hair.

He pulled back, lips covered in slick all plump and pink. “I know, Princess, I know,”

And just like that his fingers slipped inside her, filling her up so that she felt nice and snug with him. His lips moved to her clit and he began sucking firmly, this caused her spine to spark with the familiar feeling of her orgasm rising. Her tummy was rolling in waves of pleasure, and her clit was throbbing against his warm wet tongue.

“Daddy, fuck,” She cried, and each breath she let out was a whimper. All desperate, as she clawed his arms and hair, so ready for him to be inside her. So ready to cum. So close.

She felt so fucking good. His mouth was like heaven and she felt the high she’d been chasing for weeks close enough that she could almost taste it. The way he was lapping her pussy up like a hungry feral animal. His fingers were long and thick, but nothing compared to his gorgeous prick. They were curling inside her and she could feel him hitting that spongy spot that made her toes curl. 

He noticed her thighs begin to shake and the especially loud gasp she let out when he hit that spot. Continuing his merciless and hard pace he was certain she’d be coming undone soon. His tongue sped up, growing more sloppy and hungry for her orgasm to melt onto his tongue. His free hand squeezed the soft flesh of her thigh, as it shook uncontrollably underneath. 

The animalistic needy way he was licking into her was almost like a beast and its prey. He’d lost all sense of his surroundings, where he was, and what was happening outside of this room, all his focus was on Y/n. Her sweet, tangy, taste, the sounds of her whimpers which went straight to his throbbing cock, and the feel of her skin under his hands, the slick coating his tongue.

Her.

When Y/n came for him, it wasn’t gentle and quiet like they’d planned. No, her hands clawed at the soft cotton bedsheets as her back arched up uncontrollably. A loud long cry of Harry’s name fell from her swollen lips, as her pussy throbbed and waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body shuddered and his tongue hadn’t stopped until he’d licked up all the slick off her, and she pushed his head back with a shiver.

“Sensitive,” She whispered.

He smiled at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,”

She blushed, and pulled him up closer to her, trapping him in a long loving kiss. She could taste herself on his lips but didn’t have it in herself to care. His hands caressed the curve of her body as she rolled on top of him. 

His firm cock was digging into her hip as she kissed him, in no particular hurry at all, and her hand found its way to his jean button. Popping it open and sliding her small, warm, hand into his briefs. She could feel how hard he was and pulled him out. He sprung up against his tummy, and Y/n began to stroke him softly and slowly. The reddened tip of his cock was drooling in beads of precum.

Her lips still smearing against his, as his tummy curled in desire. The sleeves of her dress had fallen down, and she looked all messy from having cum just a few seconds before. She was so beautiful.

As she moved down the bed. Her legs bracketed his and she rested her cheek on his hip bone, lips pouty as she looked up at him. Her hand was still holding the base of him, as smiled. A shadow of him cast over her innocent looking face.

“You have sucha’ pretty cock, Daddy,” She whispered, eyes mesmerised by the sight. And she wasn’t lying, he really did have such a pretty cock. The prettiest.

“All yours, Princess,” He said softly, and despite the fact his hard massive prick was out, the way he spoke was so tender and gentle.

“Can I suck you off?”

He nodded. “Course y’can, Angel, go ahead.”

She rested between his legs with her bum arched up as she leaned down to swallow him in her mouth. Her saliva dripped down along his shaft, as he watched her take him in her mouth. He hardly fit, so she used her hands too, and each time she dared to go deeper her throat gagged around him. Coughing and spluttering, as she attempted to suck him off.

She tried for a few more minutes, unable to get the fast deep pace she wanted. Harry wanted to laugh at her attempts, she was so adorable trying to fit his huge cock inside her little mouth. He didn’t mind watching her pathetic attempts to deep-throat him.

She pulled off for a second, a string of drool connecting them, “Can y’help me make it fit, Daddy?”

He nodded, hand coming to stroke her cheek, “Just tap my thigh if it’s too much, Baby,”

She nodded before moving back down to wrap her lips around a third of him, she could feel his tip hitting her throat already. Her slick spit had dripped all the way down to his balls and her free hand moved to gently massage them.

He moaned. “Fuck, good girl,”

His hips slowly moved up into her mouth, and she choked on him without pulling away, his pace began to become more regular as she let him fuck her mouth.

“Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

She made a noise his cock, and he just pushed himself deeper, hands moving to hold her hair in a loose ponytail in his fist, “What was that, sweet girl?”

He teased, as she tried to mumble a yes, despite the fact her mouth was stuffed full of him. He laughed sadistically, tossing his head back as he let out a deep rumble of a groan.

His hips speed up desperately as he feels orgasm feels closer. “So fuckin’ good, Y/n, fuck,”

Her hands massaging his balls, and the base of his cock that couldn’t fit, along with her warm, wet, hot, little throat made Harry certain he’d only last a few more minutes. His rhythm grew more sloppy, as he watched Y/n take him. Her eyes were crying with tears from his rough pace, and she was squeezing her thighs together at the noises he was making.

His cock disappearing into her, was enough to have him hissing and whimpering. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum, such a good girl f’me.”

He pushed her head down a few more times, listening to the way her mouth made sloppy noises around him, and he let out a deep guttural moan as he felt his cum start to leak out into her throat. His throat rumbled gravelly moans as his hips lifted up into her throat. Holding her head there to take all of his cum, before finally pulling her off. 

She let in some deep ragged breaths, mascara running down her face, and his cum dribbling from her chin. There had been so much of it, that she was almost jealous he hadn’t spilled it inside her. She shut her eyes and let her lungs finally have some air again. She’d gotten dizzy around him.

Her tongue darted out to collect the cum that had split, as she drooped to rest her head against his thigh again. His hands moved to her back and rubbed some soft scratches along her shoulder blades.

“You okay, Trouble?”

She nodded looking up with her glassy eyes, and glossy-coated lips, “Did I do alright, Styles?”

His brows pinched and he shook his head at her question, grabbing her so they were face to face, “You are the most beautiful girl in the world, and your mouth, was made for my cock,”

She sat up and pulled him in for a kiss. A soft one, slow, and comfortable. As he rubbed her exposed skin. She was so warm, silky, and supple under his palms. He wished to stay like this always.

He eventually turned her so that she was on her side, one of his legs between her two plump thighs, and they continued to kiss. His kisses travelled to her shoulder and neck as she played with his hair.

She whispered softly in his hair, which smelt like his shampoo, a chestnut-scented one. “I want you, Harry, please,”

And if Harry thought he’d been really needy before, he was sorely mistaken, because seeing his messy-looking girlfriend begging for him to fuck her, had him only thinking of him stuffing her full until she cums for him, over and over and over. His cock had already hardened once more and he rolled on top of her.

“Okay, my love,” He said softly, as he kissed her forehead, lips meeting again in a kiss.

Her soft hands moved up under his shirt squeezing his hips, soon tugging on the hem until Harry realised she wanted it off. They parted their lips breathlessly as he pulled the shirt up over him, muscles flexing as he threw it somewhere they didn’t care to look. She smirked against the curve of his shoulder as he moved back on top of her, and her hands stroked the rippling muscles of his skin, finding a home on his back. 

They were too desperate to get all their clothes off, but Harry had tugged down the top of her dress, fluffy sleeves hanging on her arms lopsidedly, revealing her beautiful chest which had marks already blooming from his previous bites, and he’d bunched her dress up around her hips. The plumes of the skirt of her dress hid her wet little pussy from them both, but he could feel her. He slipped his hand down between her thighs and shoved the thin string that was her knickers to the side so he could slip his prick inside of her with ease.

He looked up at her. She was biting her lip, eyes shut, a look of complete desire on her face. Waiting for him.

“You okay, Trouble? Ready f’me?” He asked her, the tip of him teasing her. Pressing into her swollen clit as her hips squirmed at the attention of him. She was about ready to cry over how much she wanted it.

“Yes, please, Daddy, want you.” She said in a desperate tone, she almost looked in pain over it. He leaned down to kiss her temple before he slowly guided himself inside her. Inch by inch she felt herself split open for him, a familiar sting washing over her like always because of his absolutely ridiculously large prick.

When he reached the hilt of her and had stuffed her as full as he could he leaned back down, arms hugging her close to him, chests pressing together as his head fell into the crook of her shoulder. Her arms had moved to his back, long nails already digging into his skin. 

“Fuck,” He whispered. As she moaned at the feeling of him. A soft cry, that had his balls aching for release.

She was breathless from the feeling of being full of him. 

When she eventually told him he could move he began to, at a hard but slow pace. Each thrust hit her so hard she let out the loudest noise she ever had. Her pouty lips formed an O shape as she clung to him tightly, trying to stay still despite how sensitive she felt. He was groaning against her shoulder and neck, and the tightness of her pussy had him shaking. She was so warm, and tight, and god. So perfect.

Her mouth was by his arm and she kissed the soft skin, as he began to speed up. The pair of them both getting more and more desperate for their release. She could tell because his thrusts were growing more sloppy, and less calculated. Her hand slid between where they joined, and she began to rub firm lazy circles on her swollen bud. It wasn’t long before she unravelled on his cock, he could feel the way she squeezed him, and soaked his prick, as she cried out his name. 

“M’cumming, H, please,” She didn’t know what exactly it was she was begging for. But he seemed too.

He kissed her lips, a gentle peck, “I know, Baby, let me take care of you,” He whimpered, he was trying to help her through it without cumming himself.

Her nails scratched into his back, harshly, as he hissed in pain and pleasure. She nodded, letting him help her through the intense feeling of her orgasm. His cock was so deep, she felt like she wanted to cry. 

“Thas’ it, m’love, such a pretty little angel, f’me,” He praised as she squirted on his cock.

When the peak of her orgasm subsided, she noticed Harry’s thrusts grow uneven and she helped him by rolling her hips to meet his.

She looked so spent, and her eyes opened to watch him as he came undone, lip caught between her teeth. 

Those eyes are what did it for him. He came, hard, and fast. Hot cum shooting up inside her, as he flopped down with a guttural, deep, moan of her name. Whispering sweet nothings as he let himself fill her up with his release. Balls twitching, while his hot breath raggedly hit her neck.

“S’fuckin’ good,” He said, kissing her lips. “My perfect girl,”

She kissed back tiredly. Just as they were about to kiss even more deeply the shrill sound of Y/n’s phone ringing erupted in the room. Fleetwood Mac was her ringtone and Y/n pulled back to see who it was. 

Incoming call from Em💛🌻 lit up Y/n’s screen and a photo of Emma from primary school was the picture. She looked so cute and ridiculous in it.

Y/n now noticed about five messages from her. And Harry noticed her stiffen, pulling out of her to sit up and, she winced at the feeling. Suddenly empty of him, and wishing he’d stayed a little longer.

Harry tried not to notice the way his cum leaked out of her, but it made his cock twitch, he walked around Niall’s room until he found some tissues. Coming over and gently wiping her up, while Y/n replied to Emma’s text.

Her pussy was sore, and swollen, from pleasure. As he cleaned her up, she flinched. 

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Sorry, Trouble, I’ll try n’ be gentle.”

Once he’d gotten her all cleaned up they sat up and fixed her outfit. Pulling the straps back up over her shoulders, and her fluffy tule down, the sticky knickers covered in their cum made their way off her. His rough hands remained soft on her hips as he slid them off.

“What are you doing, Styles?” She asked eyes wide, and doe-eyed. Suddenly all innocent again, like she hadn’t just squirted all over his cock in someone else’s bed.

“Can’t have you all sticky can I? Don’t worry I’ll hold onto them.” He said sliding them into his front pocket. The pale pink lace bunched up in a tiny ball, not sticking out. All tucked away, their filthy little secret.

She blushed a rosy hue and was about to protest but he kissed her and grabbed her hand to sit her up, pulling her by her wrists to stand up with him. Tugging the hem of her dress down so she was covered, as hunted around the room for his own clothes. Quickly tidying himself up and finding the devil horns that Y/n had thrown out of his hair at some point, before stealing one last kiss from her.

It was deep and slow, tongues melting together, as he moaned softly against her, his hands hugging her body nice and close to his. He felt weird having sex and going back downstairs so quickly, he was so used to cuddling with Y/n now, but he was sure she felt okay and he tried to assure her.

 “Go find Em, I’ll find you in a bit, okay? Don’t go anywhere, Trouble,” He said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears and placing one final kiss on her forehead before letting her go.

Her face hurt from smiling so much, and she turned to leave, but just as she was about to open the door she turned back around and ran over to him to quickly place a kiss on his cheek. He smiled at her, god, she was cute.

And watched as she disappeared back outside into the real world, sighing to himself. He took a moment to sit down on the bed, taking in deep breaths as he beat himself up silently. He was partly celebrating in his head because holy shit, Y/n was his girl now, officially, she’d signed her name on the dotted line with the devil, handing over her precious angel soul. His initial hung around her neck, a silent show. 

But he did wish he could’ve told her he loved her. Because god, did he love that girl, his chest physically hurt to be apart from her, it ached. He never felt that way about anyone before. Y/n is home, Y/n is happiness, Y/n is his childhood, and Y/n is his first and only love.

He should tell her. He silently decided to work up the courage soon, when the moment felt right. When neither of them had been drinking.

As Y/n walked down the stairs in search of her decidedly drunken best friend she sighed quietly, hoping the sex she’d just had didn’t wear on her face, praying her cheeks weren’t flushed in a show of how besotten she was for Harry. 

Y/n’s legs were stiff, and her pussy was still coming down from the high Harry had given her before. She was sore, his cock was still too big for her, and as she walked she tried not to let on how much he’d ruined her. 

Finally spotting her best friend with tears standing by the kitchen she rushed over. Emma began to bombard her with questions but Y/n just shrugged saying she bumped into some people from her Pysch class. 

Emma was far too inebriated to notice the stutter and lie and pulled her to the kitchen to do a few shots. By the time they’d done their third Niall pulled them over into an intense game of beer-pong which surprise surprise they both sucked at, resulting in them drinking a lot of stale-tasting beer. After their harsh loss, they floated over to the dancefloor, which was just the living room. Niall was playing some good music tonight, as per usual, and Y/n felt happy as the two girls melted together in a huge mess of limbs and dancing. 

She swayed her hips, ass pressed against Emma who had wrapped her arms around Y/n’s neck and shoulders. They were both very drunk now, the shots they’d done catching up to them, and the intense game of beer-pong Niall had roped them into had Y/n stumbling.

The house music that was playing made her feel even more off her face as she let her eyes flutter shut. Emma’s hands crept over to his hips and Y/n began to grind against her. They always danced pretty sexually together, and Y/n felt safe in her arms, she’d rather shake her ass against her best friend than some random frat guy.

And if she had to settle for the other Styles she didn’t mind, but she would rather be dancing against Harry. Who she’d lost, she didn’t know where he had gone now. But she let those thoughts drift away as Emma spun her around and they melted into a hug.

Singing to the song as it came to an end, Y/n lifted her head to look at Emma’s pretty face.

“I love you,” She slurred, obviously drunk. She also thinks Zayn and her had maybe spliffed up a bit. Because Emma’s eyes were red and she looked more out of it than normal.

Y/n smiled. “Love you too, Em.”

“I’m gonna go find Zayn, will you be okay?” She asked. 

Y/n nodded, “Yeah, go find him. I’ll go see if Niall is anywhere.”

Emma leaned over planting a peck on her lips, which wasn’t unusual for her, and left. Y/n sighed and instead of finding Niall, she found her body continuing to move along to the rhythm of the song. Her eyes shut once more as she raised her hands and danced her heart out.

She sang along to the song and pretended she was off in a magical land on her own. Time felt like it had slowed. As the song drew to the beat drop she felt a pair of hands slide on her hips and she spun around, uncomfortable at the thought of some strange man grabbing her.

But it wasn’t a strange man, no, it was Niall. She laughed. “Nialler!”

Her hands fell to his shoulders and she began to dance with him. Niall was a notorious flirt across campus, he was bisexual and that meant no one was safe from his constant flirting. And even though Niall had a boyfriend, and wow, now technically she did too they danced like two single people ready to leave together.

His hands melted to her hips and she leaned her chest into his. They jumped and swayed and they were both drunk and on a different planet almost. When she felt another pair of hands melt onto her waist and a warm back press into her she turned to look over her shoulder, it was Harry. 

She leaned into his back her bum pressing against his crotch as she felt his hands firmly stay on her hip bones while Niall’s stayed around her waist. Sandwiched between the two very attractive men had her wanting to laugh.

She giggled, and they both did too. Her head fell back to rest against Harry’s shoulder as they continued vibing along with the song. After a few songs, which flew by in the blink of an eye Paddy wandered over and whisked Niall away who left with an eyebrow raise and from the looks of it they were about to go blowie and make up.

As Y/n turned to face her boyfriend she sighed. Her boyfriend. She had one of those! 

She leaned forward to plant a quick peck on his lips. 

“Take me home, Styles?”

So he did.

love u thanks for ur patience more soon - L xxxx

[manmuncher777]

How You Deserve | JOHN PRICE

words - 5k

warnings - smut, unprotected, p in v, fingering, oral fem!recieving, slight degradation, cheating?

a/n: huge thankyou so much to @sky-is-the-limit for allowing me to use her idea, it's helped kickstart my writing again on a fresh account. I do plan on writing more, definitely. I am just a very slow paced writer. But I put a lot of effort into this and hope it lived up to what you imagined. This is the idea she had.

MDNI!!!

Apartment 138 b 

Your apartment. 139 b was John's. 

He told you to call him John when you first met, and you couldn’t think of another name since. You had lived there for just under 5 months now and seeing your neighbour every now and then was a blessing. 

God the man was attractive, you always loved an older man, and my god does he pull it off well. When you first met he offered to help you move the rest of your things, and who were you to decline such an offer, watching his muscles flex and he picked up boxes. He even told you to call if you had an issue - giving you his number for ‘emergencies’. The little graze of his hand against your made you wonder if you could use it for more than that. 

And of course you did call, one day when your sink wouldn’t stop dripping. you knew just the man to call, and when he came over you made sure to take great care of him.

You may have spent the afternoon cleaning your whole apartment before getting dressed up, but not to the point where it would have been noticeable. Just enough that you hoped you might catch his attention.

“Thank you so much once again John” you said as you moved about your kitchen, past the man under your sink. Your eyes not being able to resist travelling over that part of his exposed torso as he was under you sink. His shirt riding up with every movement of his arms, just enough to tease you. You bit your lip at the sight.

“sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me so much, it’s fine honestly. I'm happy to help, gets me out of the house” he joked, tinkering about with all sorts of tools, you leaned over the counter, watching as his forearms flexed with each twist of the wrench.

Fuck... those pet names he gave you always left you fangirling. He made you blush like a little school girl.

“wow, and here’s me thinking you had a wild night life”

he chuckles as you can’t help but smile at the sound, god even his laugh was sexy, and you wish you could see the smile on his face.

“Not me, the wildest I get is staying up past 10 on a weekday.”

“I'm shocked, I thought you would be a man of the night, getting up to all kinds of mischief, bringing women home and going down to the pub.” You fake shock, secretly you were just doing this to find out more about him. Find out if he had a girlfriend that was lucky enough to have him.

“Nope” he laughed once more “no wild women of the night for me”

‘awh dammit, that’s my chance blown then”

“well I do believe in second chances love." he says after a moments silence. He gets up from under the sink, standing with you counter top in between you both. His aftershave wafting towards you with his movements, drawing you in.

"lucky me then..." You say just above a whisper as you stare up at the man in front of you. God.

What you wouldn't do to jump over the counter and drag him to bed with you, wrapping your arms over his broad shoulders and dragging your hands over his muscular back. You felt jealous of your sink pipes for a second, realising that they got to feel his hands and you didn't.

But sadly he bid you a good night, letting you know he was just a call away if you needed help with anything. You watched after him as he walked out of your door and into his own.

You planned on breaking lots of stuff around the house to get him back round.

You saw him all the time, you would sometimes go out and plan to arrive the same time that he did, you soon figured out he was some kind of military man, and watching him walk by you in his uniform was a sight to behold, you would 'accidentally' drop your keys in order to prolong the time you could see him. You would exchange pleasantries and smiles whenever you saw each other, but you always noticed his stare lingering on you, and you never minded. To be fair, you practically undressed the man with your eyes whenever he returned home in his uniform. The sound of his boots against the stairs up your complex would leave you skin tingling.

In the mornings when he was due to leave for work you would be outside if your house in skimpy nightwear, getting your mail and wishing him a good day at work.

He was convinced that he actually had a better day at work on those mornings that he saw you. God he wouldn't even let you out of the apartment looking like that, he would keep you wrapped up in his arms in bed, risking being late to work for a few more minutes. He had to practically force himself to keep walking past and not stand and stare. But you were so sweet, practically inviting him in.

You were also so pleasant to him, he remembers having to correct you every time you called him 'Mr Price' and act like it didnt turn him on. You always dressed so nicely whenever he was round, wearing tops with necklines that complimented your breasts, or tight fitting skirts. And the smell of your perfume whenever he some over is almost intoxicating, its as if you sprayed some right before he came through the door (you did).

He was tempted to break something each time he was round so he had another reason to come back, he liked having you fawn over him. Asking him about his job, making him tea, giving him cookies to take back with him. And the way you would look up at him and rub his arm as he told you to call him if there was any thing you needed. And as he looked down at you, his mind couldnt help but wander.

Holding your stare he wondered if you would keep the same eye contact with him whilst you were sucking his cock, or he imagined if those pretty eyes would screw shut if he was eating you pussy. He had to shake himself out of it, walking away with lusty eyes and pants that felt significantly tighter than before.

Now you did have a boyfriend. kind of. a weird relationship with a guy you met a few months ago, he was a friend of a friend. You didn’t mind him, he filled the void and while you felt bad that it wasn’t a true relationship, you knew he felt a similar way. You could see his eyes wander and he’s always been rather secretive. A few times you have suspected cheating, but honestly couldn’t bother yourself with the drama. You didnt love him, and he didnt love you. simple. He served a purpose, or he did. He's started to not do so well in serving that purpose recently.

So there you lay, wishing you had spent the evening calling John over to fix the shower, instead you had your boyfriend rather aggressively trying to rub your clit, and failing rather miserably.

He had never been great at sex, but as of recently you kept having to question why you would invite him round, he never got better.

"you like that? yeah? you like my huge cock. It's big right?" okay. overstatement.

He thrust in and out of you hard and fast, clearly focused on chasing his own pleasure, his average - not huge - cock was not doing much for you. "so big inside you huh?" he questioned again, his rubbing not slowing down, neither his thrusts. You let out a lacklustre moan, hoping the quiz about the size of his penis would stop. You tried to be in the moment, but it wasn't really working. He had you in missionary, he wasn't even looking at you and to be honest, you were almost bored. He wasn't here for you, he was here for himself.

It left you questioning why you even let him come over "a bit to the left" you tried to ask him, guiding his hand with your own, but he wasn't really interested. Hardly paying attention. a few seconds later his thumb moving back to where it was before. no where near you clit.

"oh fuck- gonna cum" he splutters out, pushing all his weight onto you

God why didnt you call John. Of course he was on your mind right now.

Suddenly you felt embarrassed, he could probably hear this absolute shit show. You had days where you could hear his tv through your shared wall, and you realised he could probably hear this.

That embarrassment was soon replaced with another feeling when you got a little idea in your head.

"oh FUCK" you let out a nearly pornographic moan that even had your boyfriend snapping his head to look at you. You were fully aware that your bedroom wall was the shared wall between you and John.

"that feel good, feel it deep inside you?" oh god you were encouraging him. You just hoped John could hear this, because otherwise you would be boosting your boyfriends ego for no reason.

"soo good, fuck yes. right there. oh my god" you kept on, moaning loader and louder, practically squealing and screaming. "Sooo big!" God you actually had to try not to laugh at yourself.

This clearly excited your boyfriend as his thrusts sped up even more, a few seconds later and he was cumming with a load noise. You of course pretended you had cum too, putting on your best performance yet.

"oh fuck, yes yes yes gonna cum, OH, oh fuck" you squealed. Having to slap your hand over you mouth to stop a laugh following. John couldnt have not heard that. In fact you think the whole apartment building heard it.

Your boyfriend practically crushing you under you weight now, feeling rather proud of himself. He then leaves nothing but a few minutes later, of course. Not bothering to check on you. God you really needed to break up with him.

After cleaning yourself up and getting into some comfy clothes you decided you needed some fresh air, to try and get the captain out of your mind. You swear the say he told that he was a captain you almost exploded, got to love an authority figure as well. He just kept getting better and better.

As you lean on the railing just outside your front door, you heard movement from you neighbour, and as if it was a sign from the universe to tell you that he would forever be stuck in your mind, John comes out. Rather hurriedly zipping up his coat and locking his door.

"in a rush?" you ask as you watch him, a small smile on your face as you watch him freeze at your voice. As he turns to you, you can see his pink tinted face, as you hope its because of your little act earlier.

"uh, yeah, just needed some things" he says, clearing his throat as he glances at you, not looking at you for more than a few seconds before looking away.

"hmm, have fun" you nod at him, and he rushes off. You almost giggle to yourself as you made him squirm. Your hoping that your little plan worked.

And you think it did, Johns stares at you in the hallways became more intense, and when you did get him round to fix the shower, its as if he didnt want to leave, always finding new ways to continue a conversation or different things he needed to fix. You could basically feel the tension when you two got close. You wanted him, badly.

Just to make him squirm even more, you wanted to make him snap. You needed him to react, to do something, so you tried you little boyfriend trick once more. Calling over you disappointing boyfriend, who clearly enjoyed himself more than you, and then faking it louder than before. Something truly turned you on about the fact he could hear. And minutes after it finished you boyfriend left again.

You were prancing about your apartment, rather pleased with yourself once more. I mean, maybe not pleased as you just had incredibly shit sex, but it was worth it you hoped. After a quick shower to wash the evening disappointment off of you, you chucked on some panties and an oversized shit, preparing to wrap yourself up and watch a movie of some kind. Your wet hair tickling your back as you reached to grab some fluffy socks. Then without warning your whole apartment goes dark, you body jumps slightly as you search for your drawers, finding the flashlight you keep. Great just what you needed after trying to make a bad night good.

You rush about you apartment lighting some candles in each room, but you didnt have many.

This is an emergency, you thought to yourself.

Seeing as you didnt have your phone on you, it made sense to go and knock on his door, it was the evening, but not late enough for him to be asleep. You rush to your own door, opening only to find the man you were just about to go and get. huh, maybe you summoned him or something.

"John, I was just about to come get you, is your power out as well, what did you need?" you ask, curious as to why this huge man was standing outside your door, basically blocking and of the night sky from being seen behind him.

"I'm here to finish what that stupid little boy you fuck around with cant" He says, and you can feel your insides flip at his deep voice.

"Mr price-" You start, shocked to see the burly man practically oozing with lust, his heavy breathing and unbreaking stare made you feel timid as your legs turn to jelly, taking a few steps back.

"John." he corrects, stepping forward into you dimly lit apartment "Every fucking time I see his car pull up, I have to stop myself from beating the living shit out of him. How could a man not spoil something as precious as you" He says, his huge hands now gripping at your waist, you go to speak but he cuts you off. "and don't even try and lie, I know your faking it. I know you haven't cum a single time you've been with him, but still you want to tease me, you know exactly what you've been doing to me you fucking minx"

You don't even know what to say, you've been caught red handed. You lean into his grasp on your waist, his hands feeling even better than you could have imagined.

"not so noisy now love are you?" he coos at you, he can see you resolve slowly failing as you become putty in his hands "how about this? I give us what we both want and treat you like you deserve." A small smirk resides on his face as he watches your eyes light up.

He was cocky, but you loved it.

"yes John please, I'm sorry." You practically whine at the man as he quickly shuts your door behind him, the loss of his hands feels like a sin, but soon he grabbing you by the hand and taking you to your bedroom, you chuckle internally at the fact he knows his way around you apartment so easily.

"oh no darling, I'm sorry. I should've seen what a desperate slut you were sooner." He's whispering in your ear at this point, telling you filthy things, getting you as desperate for him as he's been for you. Gently placing you down on the bed before positioning himself between you legs, kissing at your thighs "Poor thing, you've been begging for it for months now, how cruel am I for not giving it to you"

Honestly you don't know how to react. Your brain has gone to mush while this gorgeous man is muttering filth to you and he's about to eat you out, but his stare is full of innocence. Those gorgeous eyes not breaking eye contact with you, even as he kisses you over your panties. You try your best not to cry out at the sight, but that is just a promise of what is to come

"let me show you what you've been missing out on, please?" there's that fake innocence again, it may seem like he's asking you to be sure, but he already knows your answer. He just wants to hear you say it.

"Please John, I want it so bad, want you." you beg him. I t felt good to finally tell him, all of that tension finally being released. And all you saw was the cocky smirk on his face again before he was removing your panties.

"shit sweetheart, Your practically soaked and I haven't even touched you yet. Did he ever do this for you?" John asked, running a finger through you soaked folds, to be honest you didnt even know you could get this wet before the sex even started. You shook your head, of course he didn't, he never thought to be that generous.

"dickhead" you could hear price mutter to himself as he continued to tease your dripping hole with his fingers. "what a waste" Without warning he then plunges two fingers deep inside of your, letting out a low groan at how wet you are.

You couldnt help but break the shared eye contact with him as your hands gripped as you bedsheets and your eyes screwed shut. Finally you were getting what you had been deprived of for so long. His fingers starting pumping in and out of you slowly, building a consistent pace. This time, instead of forced the moans you were so used to the moan let out was completely involuntary and you hands fisted as your sheets. John cant help but let out a small chuckle at the noises you make when he finally gets his hand on you.

"shh, that's it sweetheart, just relax f'me" he rumbled as his other hand finds it way to stroking you thigh, trying to calm your tense state. Your eyes snapped open, trying to get a glimpse of John. Each thrust of his fingers sending you mind further and further into mush. Your hips chasing his ever move, bucking with every brush against your g-spot.

He looked heavenly, his face gently lighted by the candles in the room, his hair slightly out of place while his eyes focus themselves on you completely. His hands flexing with every movement he makes.

Never taking his eyes off you, he leans down, finally tasting you. His tongue licking gently stripes, collecting your wetness.

He moans at the taste, something oh so satisfying about finally getting his mouth on you. Like his dreams come true.

His thick fingers worked magic inside you as their movements never faltered. His tongue increasing in its assault of your clit, running over the bundle of nerves over and over leaving you twitching and writhing beneath him. You could already feel you orgasm approaching yet he had hardly gotten started yet. "fuck, so good" you whimpered out, and you saw the pleased look he had on his face. Your body twisted and writhed on your bed, not used to the intense pleasure you were feeling as this man carefully and skilfully worked on your pussy.

"I know, I know. Being so good for me." he whispered, and even that drew another moan out of you. It was almost overwhelming, you hadn't had someone care for your pleasure solely before, and it almost seemed as if John was getting off on it by the quite groans he was letting out himself. Waves of pleasure flowing over you, and you wouldn.t mind being drowned in this feeling as you slip further into the lust.

Your hands released their iron grip that they held on the sheets and found their way to his hair, tugging at the dark roots. This seemed only to encourage the man lapping at your cunt. He was devoted for sure. The feeling of your hands gripping his hair, letting him know that he was doing his job right.

He could sense you were already nearing your climax, he could feel you tightening around his fingers, practically sucking him back in every time he threatened to leave. His tongue sucking your clit, focusing its movements, and that mixed with an added finger and some verbal encouragement, your orgasm grew ever closer. Every breathy moan as whimper was a signal to john that he was doing a job well done, he watched your face eagerly, watching to see what had an affect on you, trying to see what you liked the most. He wanted it just as much as you did. A desperate plea for release clear within you both

"come on darling, give it to me. Good girl." he spoke lowly, watching as you tried to force you eyes open, yet failing as your orgasm took over. You stomach tightening as his fingers carefully rode you through. You could be certain you weren't faking any of those moans as you basically sung his name like a prayer. "John, fuck, fuck-oh my god". Your legs tightened around his hand as you felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. You had finally received the pleasure you had been wishing for and it left your eyes burning with tears, tears of pleasure of course.

"There you go sweetheart, you did so well f'me" He whispers as he kisses up your body, his hands tracing over your skin as if he were trying to memorise every inch of it. He almost seemed angry that your shirt served as another layer between you both as he ridded you of both his and yours, throwing them somewhere in your room. You were too far gone to notice. You chest still heaving up and down as you came down from you climax. "Thank you" was the only thing you could mutter to him and he kissed up your chest and neck, before finally kissing you on the lips. You both moaning at the sensation, at something that had been long awaited. You had found their way to the back of his neck as he kissed you hard, his lips almost punishing yours as his tongue entered your mouth. You allowed yourself to be claimed by him, having no desire for any kind of power, you were his for him to do with as he pleased.

"can you take a bit more for me sweetheart? Got to have my cock inside you” he groans lowly in your ear, the noise practically ungodly. You whine, you cant tell if its at the loss of the contact of his lips or his filthy mouth. Or maybe its the huge hand now making its way to your breasts, playing with your nipples ever so gently, making it harder for you to form words.

"oh don't tell me I've lost you already love? First time being fucked properly and your already gone." He coos at you, smirking to himself. He is rather proud of the effect he's having on you, it had gone far better than he expected. Although your previous boyfriend didnt really leave much he had to live up to.

"please John, fuck me. I need it so bad, need your cock." Your whole body was practically screaming out for more. Your mind only being able to focus on one thing as your eyes trace over the man in front of you. The buzz of your previous orgasm still on your skin leaving you craving another. You couldnt help but be selfish as this man was offering himself to you so generously.

"oh you need it darling? well in that case..." he trails off, pulling your legs open, wide enough for him to fit in between as he lines himself up at your entrance, slowly teasing you, dragging his red tip through your folds. He had enough composure to tease himself also by doing this, being almost painfully hard. You couldnt help but watch intently, almost being mesmerised by the lewd act.

He couldn't take it anymore. H e needed to be inside you, he craved it. All those times he had imagined you bent over your kitchen counter, or him dragging you back to his room to have his way with you finally coming true.

Slowly, he pressed himself inside of you, inch by inch. He wanted you to feel him, all of him. And he certainly was big. A joint moan released by the both as you as he sinks himself inside of you fully, and he stays unmoving for a moment, basking in the closeness you now both shared.

You were absolutely fucked. You couldnt keep it together. You were so full, finally so satisfied that you couldnt even think straight, all your mind was focusing on was how you stretched so well around him. It was taking everything for you not to start moving your hips or crying out for him, trying to keep your restraint as you felt practically euphoric. You felt like you had been lit on fire, your skin feeling alive with every breath he took, the slight movement inside of you.

Finally after what seemed like centuries John moves. His forehead dropping down to rest on yours as he tries to ease a slow pace, practically torturing himself.

"Holy fuck- so perfect. You feel so fucking perfect f'me sweetheart" he groans out from above you, his whole body encasing yours as his hips speed up pace.

Your hands find his back, clawing at the skin as you lay with you mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Your eyes fluttering shut as you try to focus on how good you are feeling right now. That is until a firm hand grasps you jaw, not enough to hurt but enough to make your eyes open.

"You keep your eyes on me, don't you dare look away. Want you to watch me as I ruin you." he whispers to you. He wouldn't be surprised if you didnt understand what he said, you were a whimpering mess. He had just asked one of the hardest things for you to do. You had to watch this man fuck the shit out of you, it was almost too much to handle.

His deep groans echoing in your room, partnered with your moans.

What you don't realise is seeing you in this way, so vulnerable is his favourite part. The sparkle in you glossed over eyes as you cant help but be trained on him, the smudged mascara framing them perfectly. You glistening with either your spit or his, either way it turns him on. You spread out so innocently before him, for him to be the one to make you feel so good, and not be able to fake it even if you tried.

his hips were punishing, every thrust now pulling a moan out of you, music to his ears he thought as he smirked down at you. how cute he thought, watching you struggle not to close your eyes an scrunch them shut at the pleasure

"Too much for you sweetheart?" he questioned mockingly, receiving only a cry in response. You clench around him, never wanting him to leave your walls. He definitely didnt want to leave them either.

His hands coming down to brace your hips, stilling you wriggling as he pounds into you, harder and faster, he wants you to be able to feel him afterwards. He doesn't want there to ever be someone that can make you feel as good as him. You clench again, and again and John ca tell your close.

"Gonna come for me again love? Come on, on my cock, there's a good girl" Jesus this man knew exactly what to say to have you screaming for him. One of his hands releasing the bruising grip it kept on you hips to rub at your puffy clit.

With your moans and the way you fit him so perfectly, He couldn't see himself lasting much longer either, his main mission is to have you cumming before him.

"come on darlin, need it. Come all over my cock" Whispering in your ear with that gorgeous voice of his as his thumb fingers rub tight circles on your clit and his huge cock is practically splitting you open has you tumbling over the edge.

"John, oh my fucking god." Every muscle in your body tensed as he made you cum once again. God it was so good, like a coil that had finally been released. At last you had finally been satisfied. Your legs wrapping around his back, trapping him in as his hips still hammered into you, leaving you shaking from sensitivity. Like a madman possessed he chased his own orgasm, watching where you both connected intently as you soaked him completely with your release.

"Fuck sweetheart, gonna ruin this perfect little pussy" He moans, his hips now faltering in their pace, stuttering as his orgasm comes close. Your overstimulated body now quivering as you do you best to clench round the man, wanting to bring him the same pleasure that he just gave you.

"please John, i want it so bad" you whisper to him, and that sends him over the edge, spilling himself inside of you, thrusting his cu deep inside of you, continuing until he couldn't anymore. His hips stilling as he finishes, before gently pulling out of you. His eyes unmoving as he watches himself seeping out of you used hole. He wanted this moment imprinted on his brain

You lay there on the bed, completely fucked out and unmoving as he goes to grab a washcloth. It saddens him slightly to clear away this mark he had left in you. But he does it either way, gently cleaning you both off.

He soon settles next to you, a content sigh leaving his mouth. "So, who was better me or your ex?" he asks, a stupid question with an obvious answer. Laughing as you slap him playfully on the arm

"Oh my ex for sure"

[niyabiblioteca]

i hate your guts

PAIRING: fem!reader x ex-reader!jeongin

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, rough sex, slapping, spitting, name calling, crying, jeongin really doesn’t give a fuck about the her pleasure

you came to apologize, but after tonight, are you really sorry?

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“you’ve got a LOT of fucking nerve showing up here.”

you looked at jeongin from his doorstep: a place you never thought you’d be and a place he’d have hoped to never see you at again.

he was looking at you with the coldest gaze you could have ever imagined. his arms crossed, bulging out of his tank top. you tried to focus on why you were here, but damn did he make it hard.

“jeongin, please. i just wanna talk. can i come in? it’s freezing.” you pleaded with him.

he scoffed at you “you really think i give a fuck about what you wanna say? you can leave right the fuck now” he was unfaltering. definitely expected as he’s always been stubborn.

“please. just hear me out.”

a few beats of silence went by before he sighed and quickly looked away before turning and walking away from the open door.

you guess that was his invitation inside.

you stepped into the all familiar house and closed the door behind you.

he stood a foot or two from the couch as he assumed the same position while looking at you impatiently.

“is it okay if i sit down?”

“just fucking spit it out.”

his harsh yet quiet tone shook you and made your heart ache as you sat down on the couch and swallowed the lump in your throat before beginning.

“i-i’m sorry, jeongin. i never meant to hurt you and i’ve been feeling so horrible about it ever since you found out.”

his eyes widen in disbelief. that’s what you came here to “talk” about?!

“you’re sorry? you really came here to apologize and give me that bullshit about never meaning to hurt me while you were fucking heeseung behing my back?!”

you started, “i- i just-“

he cut you off. “and you’ve been feeling horrible?! how do you think i felt?! you let me walk around our group of friends so clueless when the whole time you were humiliating me and breaking our fucking promise!”

you opened your mouth but stayed silent.

he dropped his arms to his sides in a hopeless manner.

“the whole time. everyone knew but me. you allowed everyone to act all innocent with me as if you all weren’t laughing at me behind closed doors.”

his voice started to break the more he spoke.

“i- i’m sorry. i just had to come tell you that. i couldn’t live with myself without at least saying that to you.”

that made him go back to his cold expression as he stared at you in disbelief.

“oh? so you just showed up at my door at fucking midnight to rid yourself of your own guilt?!” he chuckled coldly. “yeah well you can get the fuck out of my house. you fucking lying whore.”

as he pointed to the door you sat in shock couldn’t believe what he just said. and you also couldn’t believe that it turned you on so much.

“i said get out!” he marched around the coffee table to grab you up out of the seat by your arm. his grip on you was unforgiving. and god did it make you drip. you should feel so bad for this, but you can’t leave now. not without getting what you truly wanted.

“jeongin, no! please don’t! just let me stay just a little longer, please!” you pushed against his grip and you both sort of wrestled to the door until he had enough and slamming your against it.

“yeah? why should i? give me one good fucking reason why i should let a slut like you stay here!”

you placed your hands on his broad chest as you looked him dead in the eyes.

he knew that look.

that look that he once loved to see, but now he’s just taken back at it.

“oh wow. really. so that’s the reason you came. for sex?”

you wanted to say something in fake protest but every word died on your tongue.

“wow. you really are nothing but a liar and a whore. came all the way here to get your disgusting cheating cunt filled up. thought you could get me to pity you enough to do it, huh?”

you nodded because you really did and you felt like it was working. when you were dating he could never resist when you gave him that look. you smirked as you felt that his resolve was slipping.

“well too fucking bad. leave.” he started opening the door behind you.

your eyes widen as you grab his wrist from the doorknob in a panic.

“no! please, jeongin! i’m sorry for lying to you! please just one more time!”

you drop to your knees in front of him as you start running your hands up and down his thighs.

you can see his arousal so you know you got him there. the only thing now is to get him to stop being stubborn.

“god, you really are such a needy whore. what, heeseung couldn’t give it to you well enough? i assumed he was, given that you cheated on me with him.”

you shook your head.

he sat and watched you pathetically rub and grind against his legs like a bitch in heat before clenching his jaw and speaking up again.

“you really don’t deserve it, but how about this?”

he reaches down and grabs a fistful of your hair so violently you thought he was gonna rip it out.

he pulls you back up to your feet and stares at you coldly.

“i’ll fuck you. but only this once. exactly how you want it too. i’ll fuck you like i hate your fucking guts. then afterwards, you’re never gonna speak to me again. you’ll never show up on my doorstep ever again. you’ll go back to heeseung and let me forget you exist. deal?”

“deal.” you said without thinking with a smile on your face. the smile pissed off jeongin more.

“alright then. don’t think you’re getting fucked in a bed though. we both know you don’t deserve it.”

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“oh fuck! fuck me harder!”

you scream as you watch yourself in the mirror. the state that you are in right now after about 2 hours is beyond anything you thought jeongin’s soft self would be capable of.

your hair and makeup was a mess from tugging and crying and drooling. your mascara went from dripping down your face to being smudged across your eyes and cheeks and on the comforter that you were gripping for dear life.

it painted an ugly picture on your face. your eyes were bloodshot.

your body from the neck down was covered in red and purple bruises and hand prints from being smacked around and manhandled all night long. the pretty colors together made you feel even weaker than you already were.

finally you get to the man responsible. the man gripping at your hips with everything in him. you can see the bruises forming on your skin and the veins popping out of his arms and hands.

his thrusts were absolutely incredible with how hard and precise they were each time his pelvis met your ass. your clit was rubbed red and swollen from the constant attention it was receiving and it pulsed from the overwhelming feeling of your nth orgasm of the night.

you dropped your face onto the comforter as your eyes rolled the the back of your head as you felt yourself go dumber by the second. you had stopped fully moaning and screaming his name and now just let out little groans.

your resting state was interrupted immediately after jeongin flipped you over and smacked you across the face, thus leaving the final mark on you.

he reinserted his angry hard cock and grabbed your throat with one hand while his other worked the fuck out of your clit.

you started choking on your saliva and your own moans as your windpipe was being closed up more and more by the second.

you looked at him and saw nothing but focus and aggression on his sweaty face. it’s like he wasn’t even tired. he had built up this emotion for so long and was planning on taking it all out once and for all.

he let go of your throat and gripped your waist as he started fucking you at what felt like the speed of light. your body bounced vigorously with each collusions and your gaze turned from starry to pure white as your arousal sprayed out of you and onto him.

but then he pulled out. ruining your orgasm.

you screwed your eyes shut and whined while your hips chased his cock again, only to realize it wasn’t there.

you opened your eyes when you felt the same sting on your scalp from earlier as be pulled your face up and drove his cock down deep into your mouth while jerking and letting all his thick release slide down your throat.

he fucked your face some to ride out his orgasm before roughly pulling his cock out and smacking you with it before he let your hair go and watched you collapse onto the floor.

you had barely had a second to catch your breath before jeongin stood up.

surely he would help you some way. clean you off, offer you some of hir clothes, or at least get you off the floor.

but no. he stood and stared at your pathetic panting form without any remorse.

“now get the fuck out.”

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godDAMN this took a lot out of me.

[googlyexes]

Confession

characters: Satoru x fem!reader

synopsis: y/n has been crushing Satoru for years not knowing Satoru fell harder

A/N: forgot about this account 😭

“Why do you like him y/n.” Shoko looked at y/n who was staring at Satoru and Suguru. Shoko had a “you have a bad taste” expression.

“I don’t know… He’s my type in some sort of way.” y/n smiled at her best friend.

“Didn’t you say your type is guys nervous and awkward around you?”

“that’s different okay.” y/n covered her face from embarrassment. She knows crushing on Satoru Gojo is weird but she can’t help it how pretty he looks.

Shoko sighs, she knew about y/n’s crush for years and keeps telling her to make a move but y/n has been shy for years.

“I’m gonna meet with Yu, see you later.” Shoko waved before meeting her lover. Shoko Ieiri and Yi Haibara has been dating for a few months and they have such a healthy relationship.

Shoko left y/n alone who lay her head on the table closing her eyes, she wants to imagine what it would be like if her and Satoru dated, would be healthy, toxic, would he cheat?

She shouldn’t think about this stuff though, she likes Satoru for a reason. “This is so confusing…”

Then y/n felt someone was infront of her, she looked up to see Satoru grinning at her. “hello y/n, can you do me a favor?”

y/n raised an eyebrow, her and Satoru barely talks but y/n felt like Satoru glances at her a few times, it’s a chance Satoru might like her back.

“What is it?”

“Can you give me the math answers from yesterday!” He asked proudly, y/n paused before looking at him dumbfounded.

“What?” y/n really thought Satoru would confess or something. He can be so frustrating.

“I don’t do it yesterday since basketball practice, I just wanted to ask you since we’re in the same class.”

y/n sighed before getting out the math homework and placed it on the table. “Hear you go…”

Satoru seems to be really happy today. “Thanks love.”

Wait… Love? y/n looked at Satoru with a kind of shock expression, is he flirting with her?

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” y/n looked around the room, Satoru was sitting across from her copying the homework.

“You know we haven’t talked much, even though you and I are best friends with Shoko.” Gojo spoke up after he was done finishing the homework.

“Oh yeah, I guess I don’t like to talk to people.” y/n didn’t look at his direction.

“Huh… What if I asked you out?” Gojo suddenly said making y/n face him quickly “What!?”

“I like you and you like me! So let me take you on a date!”

y/n couldn’t believe her ears for a second, but he was being real. “I-I…”

“I take that as a yes, see you later and here is my number.” He pointed the number in her math homework, wow smooth.

y/n still couldn’t believe it, he asked her out… FINALLY.

y/n wanted to scream with happiness, but she was still act school. She cover her face and grinned excitedly.

[claire-elvisgirl]

LITTLE SISTER

Summary: You and your big sister Emily have become Elvis’ friends and now you’re on tour with him and the guys. But suddenly he realizes he sees you as something more than just a friend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, Age gap (f 18/m 35), flirting, Elvis is facing an ending marriage (not Priscilla), cheating, sex

Word cunt: 4451

Las Vegas, Elvis’ dressing room

“What do ya think y/n?” he asked looking at himself in the mirror. You went close to him and stared from his hair to his feet. He wore a two-pieces suit, black pants and a gold jacket with black boots, his hair perfectly combed. Sometimes you forgot how perfect he was. “I think you look wonderful!” you answered gently.

He smiled and pinched your cheek: “Thanks y/n. This suit is really great, but…don’t ya think the jacket it’s too flashy?”

You made him turn around for you and you waltzed around him like a vulture on a prey: “Well, the stage is dark, you need something to enhance your figure!”

“That’s a very good point baby, I knew I didn’t waste my time keepin’ ya around…ehehe!”  he joked.

“Hey!” you slapped him on his shoulder “Don’t you dare, you know? You’d be lost without me!”

You two loved to play; you pranked each other and laughed together, even for the littlest thing. You shared thoughts, memories, bad and good moments and lately you got closer and closer to each other. You were attracted to him, but he was a married man and even if his marriage wasn’t going too well, you didn’t want to be pointed as the one who broke it definitely. You held your feelings in your heart, hoping that maybe someday, things would have changed. You were still drowning in your thoughts, when he took you back to earth.

“Maybe if it was of another colour…” he mumbled.

“I think you’re perfect! And besides, it’s not what you wear that makes the show, it’s your voice!” you reassured him patting his arm.

“Well thank ya y/n, you’re always so sweet…I’m very grateful that ya are close with my family. Aaand if it wasn’t for my wife, I swear I could have a lil’ crush on ya…” he laughed and slapped gently your butt, making you gasp.

“I…I think I better go now…” you blushed.

“Sure baby…I understand. Well, if ya ever wanna hang out, sometimes, just lemme know!” he smiled and winked, then he came close to you and kissed your cheek: “See ya around!”

You ran out of his dressing room and took a deep breath. His words took you by surprise. He put on his jacket and started to get ready for the show. He looked one last time at himself in the mirror and he mumbled: “I hope she ain’t taking it seriously…I mean, I said that I would have a crush on her if I wasn’t married, but…God, I was only kiddin’…” he laughed and practiced some karate moves, then he walked up to the stage.

You ran back to your sister Emily and you told her what happened with Elvis. She widened her eyes and couldn’t believe her ears: “Wow, it seems he has a crush on you, sis. I didn’t imagine Elvis liked you, now I’m getting’ a bit jealous! I might have to take him away from you!”

You both laughed together talking about him. You agree with Emily that he could be a little hard to handle sometimes, but he was also incredibly kind and a good friend.

“He sure is cute and I like him a lot, but you know he’s married!” you sighed.

“Yeah sis, it’s the only problem here, and it’s quite a big deal, but let me tell you something, he has a bit of a reputation with girls…if you know what I mean!”

“A good or a bad one?” you laughed; but at the same time Emily’s words made you think that he could make a move on you.

“Well, you know he’s very charismatic and handsome. Maybe he won’t do anything to embarrass you, but I would be cautious sis!”

He showed up, walking through the hallway.

“Shh, he’s coming…” she hushed you.

He came up behind you and Emily: “How’s my favourite lil’ girls? Why are y’all whisperin’?”

You smiled at him: “Oh nothing, we were just tattling about you!” you and Emily looked at each other and laugh. He looked at you both with a questioning look: “Oh really? What did ya find so funny? Tell me!” he asked squeezing your arms. He seemed interested in what you said and he laughed at himself a bit.

“Don’t worry, nothing serious…now go, or you’ll be late for your show!”

Alright, alright…” he gave you and Emily a quick kiss on the cheek for good luck “Love ya both!”

He smiled and walked away getting ready for the show.

“We’ll be in the first row!” you yelled. He laughed and after a while he was on stage, performing for his fans, doing what he loved the most. He made sure everything was set up, the band prepared and the audience was all sitting He went on stage and got an amazing response from the crowd. They cheered and screamed as he walked out. He gave them a quick wave before standing in front of the microphone. Your eyes didn’t lose him for a second while he was singing and you thought he was really handsome, more than you’ve ever noticed before. He sang his first song and he noticed you watching at him almost hypnotized. He smiled and winked at you. At the end of the show, he went back in his dressing room and you followed him. You knocked on his door: “Elvis!? It’s y/n!”

He opened the door and smiled: “Y/n, come in honey!” he let you in gladly surprised “Ya need something?”

“Well, I…just wanted to congratulate I guess…it’s been an amazing show and…” you stuttered.

“Aw thank ya honey, it means a lot that ya came back just for that!” he grabbed you and gave you a quick hug “But I hope ya didn’t come just to tell me this…” he lifted your face gently. He kept hugging you as you admired his handsome face so close to you: “I…no…me and Emily were leaving and…”

He stopped you: “You’re leavin’ already? I was hopin’ ya would stay and hang out with us, but…okay…I’ll see ya tomorrow!”

He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek as he ran his fingers through your hair. You felt his hand running down your back and down to your hips. You pulled back from him: “Well…thank you again…bye!”

As you left his dressing room you felt strange, he never made you feel that way. You found Emily and came back to your room with her. After an hour you were almost asleep and you felt someone knocking softly on your door. “What the…who could that…”

You got up from the bed and opened the door. Your jaw dropped on the floor and you covered yourself as you were wearing just a very small shirt and panties: “Elvis!? What are you doing here? Are you crazy?”

“Shh baby…I know it’s really late, but I just wanted to say goodnight and lettin’ ya know how much I appreciate our talk today. You’re really a wonderful girl…you’re really not a baby anymore…and…”

You stood there waiting for him to finish: “I…I wanted to know if ya wanted to…to hang out with me sometimes…I-I mean…just we two…without the guys…what do ya say?”

You were about to say no, without thinking too much, but his request left you speechless. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were very attracted to him, even if he was much older than you: “Look Elvis…I was going to sleep, can we…can we talk tomorrow?”

He seemed upset and disappointed: “Why tomorrow baby? Ya can’t talk right now? What the hell…sure I can wait tomorrow, sure I’m not that important, am I?! You don’t wanna go out with me, then why don’t ya just say it!?”

“Sshh…look I didn’t say no, it’s just…this is not the right moment, I don’t wanna wake Emily up…and I’m tired too…please…” you answered whispering.

“Oh yeah, right…sorry…forget about it. I mean, I have so many women to talk to…I thought we might have been a thing, but forget it, really…” he walked away pissed.

You ran after him: “No no no…wait…wait…”

He stopped and yelled: “What do ya mean ‘no wait’? Ya think I’m playin’ games? Ya know what…I ain’t got time to waste!”

He left you there in the hallway and walked away. You felt suddenly sad, as something broke inside you. Emily got up from her bed and came close to you: “Honey what’s going on? Why was he so upset?”

You got back in the room: “Forget it, you were right about him…he’s an asshole!”

You slammed the door behind you, you buried your face in your pillow and cried all your tears out.

*

Three days after…

You avoided him for the following three days and even when you met by chance, he ignored you completely. Then you decided to try to talk to him. You went to his room and you found him relaxing in his armchair. The sunlight was peeking through the window, kissing his hair, making him look incredibly beautiful; he looked like a god. You stood in front of him: “Hi…”

He didn’t even raise his eyes and you tried to talk to him again: “Please, say something…”

Silence again. A silence as heavy as a rock. You kneeled down, almost between his legs, trying to catch his eyes. You moved a hand on his knee, but you gasped as he grabbed and squeezed your wrist and looked at you with a cold stare: “You’re in a dangerous position baby!”

You jumped back scared, but he didn’t let you go: “What do ya want y/n?”

“Look…I’m sorry for how I treated you! I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I really am!”

You knew his pride would have never let him lose, not at first at least, but you had to try. He meant too much to you to lose his friendship. He didn’t say a thing, he kept looking at you with his deep blue eyes: “First ya treat me like a piece of trash and then ya came crawlin’ back?!”

“It’s not like that…I knew you were angry and I didn’t want to disturb you. You had concerts to do and you surely didn’t have time to spend with me…after all, you said so yourself, didn’t you?!”

He jumped from the chair and towered you: “Don’t ya dare to talk to me like that, girl!!!” he whispered in gritted teeth. You swallowed hard. You never saw him that angry.

“Look baby, I’m havin’ a lil’ trouble forgivin’ ya for what ya did last night, but…” his voice softened, he took you closer to him and hugged you tight: “…I’m glad ya came back!”

He held you for a very long time, as he was afraid of letting you go. You could feel the strength of his arms keeping you safe and you felt like nothing in the world could harm you. You lift your arms and hugged him back whispering: “I’m sorry…” while a tear fell from your eyes. Without breaking the hug, he caressed your hair gently and moved his lips on your neck: “It’s okay baby…the only thing that matters is that you’re here with me…I thought I’d lost ya!”

You heard him sighing deeply, almost like he was crying, but you didn’t have the courage to check if it was true. You just enjoyed the most wonderful hug of your life, while his lips explored your neck, leaving a trace of sweet little kisses all over. Then you whispered in his ear: “I’m here!”

*

The morning after, Emily got up before you and came to wake you up. You yawned and stretched in your bed and slowly you woke up, thinking again about that sweet moment with him just a day earlier. Emily shook you gently: “Rise and shine sis, I got something to show you!”

“Oh God Emily…what could be more important than breakfast now?” you answered tired.

“Check your phone princess!” she answered throwing it at you. You grabbed the phone and found a message from him. Emily smiled and teased you: “What you’re hiding? Why now he writes you in private?”

You looked at her, unsure to tell her or not what happened. But then you thought that she was your only sister and you shared everything with her, so, why not?

“Okay can you keep a secret?” you asked her “I saw him yesterday and…he’s gonna take me out…tonight!”

Emily widened her eyes: “What???”

You shut her mouth: “Sshh…I told you…it’s a secret. Please, don’t ruin everything!”

Emily stood there in disbelief: “Are you gonna go? You never know what might happen…I mean, we know him pretty well, I’m just prayin’ he doesn’t want to take advantage of you…”

You sat on the bed: “Actually I was planning to go, but…I can’t help but think he’s married…I mean, if he’s ready to cheat on his wife with me, what could stop him to cheat on me with someone else?”

Emily listened very carefully, then she headed for the door: “You only live once, sis! You would be crazy to turn him down, besides you think all these men are all that loyal? So just put on your sexy dress and heels and go make me proud! Just be careful!”

You jumped out of bed and hugged her: “Thank you! I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow. And remember, don’t let anything out of your tongue!”

“I got your back, cross my heart!” she laughed as she left the room.

You went to fix your hair and you picked up your favourite dress, the one he loved so much. You still couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

*

When you met him that night, he smiled. “I couldn’t wait to see ya baby, ya look so beautiful tonight!” and he kissed you, with a gentle touch. You were very excited, but still you wondered if you were doing the right things.

“Thank you, Elvis…you look great too!” you answered blushing. You were excited and nervous at the same time and you didn’t know how to handle all these new feelings. “You did ask me out so gently and I treated you really bad, but now I’m happy we settled everything!”

You got in his car and as he drove away, you looked at him; he was really beautiful. You felt your heart beating faster than ever and you realized that, maybe, what you felt wasn’t just a simple friendship, but you couldn’t let yourself go with him: “Look I wanna make one thing clear…before we go any further…I hope you don’t think this is a romantic date…I mean…we’re…friends, right?!”

 He smiled mischievously staring at the road ahead: “Sure…friends…”

His answer left you speechless and you kept talking: “I mean, I’m not ready for a relationship and I think I’m way too young for you!”

“Well, you’re young, but you’re not a child…and ya make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I just can’t explain it…” he smiled with passion.

“Oh please…you’re married!”

He frowns: “Oh baby…I think it’s time I tell ya something…my marriage isn’t the same anymore…and I think we both know what is happening! Please, give me a chance!”

“Oh God, this is so weird…”

You looked out of the window and your mind raced away in a thousand thoughts. You never imagined he was going through such a pain. He never showed his feelings to anybody, but in that moment, he was opening his heart to you and you saw him extremely human and vulnerable.

He spoke again: “Please…give me a chance…ya don’t have to answer now, but I want ya to know it. This isn’t a normal date, let me show ya the way I feel and then ya decide what to do!”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Baby I know you’re confused, I know it’s a lot to handle, but I promise ya won’t regret it!” he caressed your hand. The last thing you wanted was to ruin him and his career, but he was pressing on you so much and deep inside your heart you knew you loved him: “I don’t know…what if someone finds out?” you asked.

“Look, gimme one night…just one night and then ya can decide if ya want me or not. I promise ya won’t regret a thing, please!? Will ya do this f’me?” he asked sadly.

“Just one night?” you asked.

“Yeah y/n, just one night…and if ya should find out ya don’t love me…I’ll understand, or at least I’ll try to!”

You looked away from him. His eyes were pleading you, and you wanted to resist, but you couldn’t. If something would have gone wrong, it would have been very hard not to see each other again, as you were practically always together. After a while, you both realized ya didn’t have a choice, because the feelings that bonded you was too strong and you accepted his offer. One night. Just one night with him to really understand your feelings. You grabbed your phone and you texted Emily:

“I’m officially in trouble! He wants to spend the night together…I couldn’t say no!”

She took her phone and as she read your message, she widened her eyes. She texted back:

“What’s going through your mind? It was supposed to be just a dinner, why did you say yes?”

“I don’t know…I’ll go and then I’ll see what happens…I’ll text you later. Love u!”

Emily was worried about you. Things were starting to slip out of hand and she didn’t want you to get hurt or heartbroken. She tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. She couldn’t help but think that he was twice your age and she was scared to see you suffer. But you were so excited about what was happening, that she decided to give him a chance with you. She texted again:

“Okay, enjoy your night, but if he breaks your heart or if he tries something wrong, I swear I’m gonna kick his ass!”

*

After dinner, you drove back to the hotel and he walked you to his suite. He looked around to check no one was watching and then he locked the door. He got close to you and he hugged you: “Don’t be scared baby…I’m not gonna hurt ya! Now that you’re here I’m never lettin’ ya go, but first I wanna show ya a good time. I wanna make ya feel good. Can I have a kiss for a start? Pretty please?!” he asked you with puppy eyes.

You were scared to death, but your lips met after a while and the kiss became longer and deeper. You seemed to melt as he pulled you closer to him and you kept kissing until you fell on the bed. You kissed him passionately and you took it slow at first, but then you became more eager and he returned your kiss with passion. He pulled you on top of him and you moaned a little. You seemed to be losing yourselves into each other and your lips were moving faster.

“That’s it baby…let it go!” he whispered. He moaned and breathed heavily. He pulled you even closer and you felt your heart pounding like a drum. You became more intimate as he started to making you experience what real love really was. You kept kissing him on his neck making him moan louder. In that moment you felt the urge to touch him and you moved your hand underneath his shirt, caressing his chest. He was turned on and he enjoyed every second and every little touch you gave him. He wanted more, he wanted to take it further. While he breathed heavily, he touched your body too, feeling your waist, your thighs and your chest as he moved his hands all over you.

“Baby, I’m goin’ crazy…come a lil’ closer, move your hand down baby, make me feel like a real man, show me what ya can do!”

You obeyed and you moved your hand down, caressing him in his most intimate parts. You were nervous and you started very soft, but after a while, the sensation of feeling his member pulsing for you, gave you courage and you slid a hand in his pants, touching it, feeling it, hard as rock under your touch.

“Oh baby...ya can do anything ya want with me, I’m all yours…touch him, play with him…yeah…that’s it…”

After a while he grabbed your hand and removed it from his pants. He took you and he rolled you over, pinning you down on the bed: “Baby I can’t wait anymore, I love ya so much…” he whispered as he caressed your hair. He kissed you desperately on your neck and as you felt his body on you, you moaned more and more. You were enjoying his body and suddenly you felt him fully on you. You hugged him, pulling you closer to you and you whispered in his ear: “Elvis…I…I never thought I would feel this way, but…I love you…that’s what I need…that’s what I want…I need this, right now…”

He breathed loudly and groaned: “Yeah baby, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back…I wanna feel ya, kiss ya…I…I wanna take ya…now!”

He looked at you deeply and passionately with love and desire in his eyes. You looked back at him and you both knew what you want from each other now. The fire inside of you both was burning strongly and you didn’t want to control it anymore. He lifted up your shirt and you felt his hand on your skin, but it only turned you on more than ever. Then he started to kiss your chest making you gasp: “D’ya like that darlin’? Does that feel nice?”

You gulped, trying to think, but your mind was blown away. He got back to your lips and as he kissed you, his tongue slipped in your mouth. You let your hand moving over his body as you kissed him, your body pressing up against his. He pulled away for a moment and whispered: “Keep it up baby, that’s what I was talkin’ about…” he nodded in pleasure as you moaned and kissed him more passionately.

“So damn sweet…so good…keep goin’ baby…that’s it…God, you’re getting’ me so hot…” he was turned on as never before and with every second passing, he wanted you more and more. Suddenly he moved his hand down and touched you right between your legs, without taking off your clothes.

“Oh God…” you felt his hand caressing you, gently, sending shivers down your spine. It was just a matter of seconds and you were slowly undressing each other, enjoying the touch of your bodies one against the other.

He looked at you with love: “Oh God, just look at ya, you’re so perfect…” he sighed and put his hand back into your hair, looking down at you. He smiled at you and his hands moved down to play with the fabric of your panties. He moved them aside and his hands reached your core, but this time he was touching it directly, his fingers playing gently with your sensitive flesh. You moaned louder as he kept caressing you. He was gentle and delicate and you enjoyed every second of it, but suddenly he paced up and you felt two fingers sliding inside of you. His thumb started to play on your clit, gently pressing on it in circular motion. You were over the moon. You didn’t think you could ever experience such a pleasure.

“Elvis...please…don’t stop!” you begged him arching your back and moaning. He kept moving, but after a while he stopped and looked at you. He didn’t say a thing, but you knew what he wanted. Without answering, you nodded, giving him your consent to reach the next step. He took off your pants slowly and stood there for a while, staring at your white panties. You felt you heart beating faster and faster, but you were not afraid. It was excitement, pure love for him. He looked at you, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you, but when he saw your total surrender to him, his hands grabbed your panties and took them off. He took off his clothes too and he spread your legs apart. The sight of your trembling pussy, made him turned on even more and he leaned down, kissing your clit with passion and as he breathed and moaned on you, your excitement grew stronger. He climbed on top of you and as he did, you felt the tip of his hard cock pressing gently at your entrance. He stood there for a while, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Baby, are ya…”

You hushed him with your finger on his lips. He perfectly knew it was the first time for you, but he knew you wanted it and so he did. He moved slowly, pushing himself inside of you, making you gasp as you felt his member stretching you.

“Oh God…”

“Sshh baby…I won’t hurt ya…don’t worry…”

He pulled back a bit, before shoving it in a second time. As he kept moving in and out, his pace increased, making you almost cry. You grabbed his shoulders, piercing his skin with your nails. The pain soon turned into pleasure and as he caressed your hair he whispered sweetly: “My lil’ baby…all mine…”

His words made you trembling. Just the thought of being completely his, sent you right on your edge. He thrusted again inside of you and every time he reached your g-spot, you let out a loud moan.

“I wanna make ya mine baby…mine forever…can I…?” he didn’t finish his phrase, as he felt a long wave of pleasure hurting him and before he could say something he came hard into you, filling you up. Feeling his cock releasing inside your body was the highest pleasure you ever felt in your life and after a while, the same wave hit you too, making your walls clenching around him. He enjoyed your orgasm groaning and then he fell on you exhausted, with his head resting on your chest. The room was suddenly silent. Your bodies were still wrapped around each other and the only sound that echoed around was your breaths slowing down. He kissed you with passion as he tried to catch his breath and then he held you tight.

“Well, I used to pull your pigtails

and pinch your turned-up nose,

but you’ve been a-growin’

and baby it’s been showin’

from your head down to your toes”

[mister-mickey]

Sexuality headcanons

(Does not have anything to do with the ship hcs, these are my personal hcs. It’s more related to the twitter au but even then it’s not 100% the same)

Experience doesn’t necessarily mean sex, just like dating and such

Darry

- Cis and gay lol

- He likes guys that fight (Paul, tim)

- That’s why he liked football so much lolol

- Despite this he doesn’t have a lot of experience with other guys because he only dated girls in highschool

Soda

- Bisexual ofc. Also cis but very connected to fem side

- His type is uhh. Mean ppl. He hates to admit it though and makes excuses for his partner/crush

- “No Sandy isn’t cheating on me she just has lots of guy friends!” “Steve isn’t mean he’s just bitey!”

- Has experience with lots of different ppl because he’s so in demand so he’s good at flirting (charming handsome boy)

Pony

- Hm. Also bisexual because if taht obvious crush on cherry but also everyone else in the book lmao. Non-binary in a “I don’t give a fuck about my gender” way. Still he/him

- Doesn’t have a set type, it’s literally just anyone. He meets someone? Oh wow, new crush.

- It seems like he’s attracted to assholes, but it’s actually just because everyone around him is an asshole

- No experience, he’s 14 and kind of losery (I love him still, not pb hate)

Twobit

- Bisexual but leans towards girl, cis

- Canon that he likes blondes, so I bet he’s made out with dally at a party at least once.

- Marcia is an obvious exception to this and he doesn’t understand it. He jokes about her dying her hair blonde but he really does like her as is

- Lots of experience I’m sure. He’s funny and charming, I’d be surprised if he didn’t

Dally

- Bisexual but leans toward guys, cis

- Likes people that kick his ass (tim, Sylvia) honestly his type is just people that see him for who he is

- Tim and Sylvia are his toxic exes that he keeps going back to. He hates it but they really are some of the only people that he feels understand him

- He’s Dallas, im pretty sure Ponyboy mentioned him having tons of flings so he’s got experience.

Steve

- Gay, and I read a really good fic where he was ftm and it rearranged my brain so he’s trans now

- His type is pretty boys (soda) he’s mostly only ever had a crush on soda so it’s not like he’s explored his type lol

- He dated evie because she was friends with Sandy and he wanted to double date with soda and Sandy so he could watch them the entire time (jealous mf)

- Zero experience, he refused to even kiss evie and he never had the guts to even look at other guys

Johnny

- Hm. Gay and cis, but he seriously questioned his gender for a bit because he didn’t have much of a self concept and he couldn’t imagine himself at all. He decided to stop thinking about it because it stressed him out

- His type is people that he thinks are better than him (Dallas, for being tuffer, pony, for being smarter) he thinks that being around cool people will make him feel better about himself

- It doesn’t work, but he still likes to do it. Anyway, pony and dally still make him feel better in other ways because they think he’s so cool

- No experience, nobody ever flirts with him (or even notices him) except for Sylvia that one time. He thinks he’s ugly but honestly he just needs to put himself out there

Tim

- Gay and ftm (projecting lolll) very few people know because he was really young when he transed. Like when he was like 4 and his parents were like “hm okay whatever we don’t care anyway.” Also itty bitty titty committee so he doesn’t even have to bind (jealous)

- His type is literally just tough guys. That’s why he dated dallas and why he likes darry. They’re both tough and good at fighting.

- also dated Sylvia but only to make dally mad (and he regretted it because he realized immediately afterwards that he was definitely gay. Sylvia thought it was funny)

- Lots of experience but only with select people (people he can trust)

Angela

- Bisexual but doesn’t realize it lol, cis

- She likes traditionally masculine guys and traditionally feminine girls. Idk why but she likes it. Tbf it’s the sixties she wouldn’t be exposed to many fem guys and masc girls. Maybe she had a crush on Sylvia

- Dated bryon and actually really liked him for a bit. She broke up with him for pb but regretted it lmao.

- Bryon was her first bf so no real experience. Also tim chases any possible beaus away so she’s real unlucky

Curly

- Gay and cis, but too stupid to realize that he’s gay

- His type is any man ever. (Saw tuffponyboy’s post about how curly likes dally, bryon, and Sodapop and I committed it to my belief system)

- But he also likes pony. Maybe he even realizes and is like “omg I’m a homosexual 😧” and he doesn’t realize that everyone around him is also gay and wouldn’t judge him.

- Zero experience, gets no bitches, loser. Also he’s fifteen and he cares more about fighting than smooching

Mark

- Aromantic, asexual and ftm. Idk I feel like it fits him.

- Honestly he cares more about his friends and family than anything else. He literally sold drugs ti support his family (look where that got him)

- Has dated girls before but he hated it so much. Even tried kissing a guy at a party but decided that everyone else was crazy for enjoying this stuff

- A little bit of experience from before he decided that it all just wasn’t for him

Bryon

- Bisexual and cis

- His type is shorter than him (he likes to be tall and feel strong)

- He dated angela and Cathy, but he kissed curly at a party once (claimed it was because he was drunk and curly looks like angela but it’s not true he just thought curly was a cutie (even he’s super annoying))

- He mentioned being a ladies man so yeah he’s got experience.

Cathy

- Straight and cis, but a mega ally !!

- Her type is thoughtful and also big muscles

- She really thought bryon was perfect until he had his, err, mental breakdown and flipped out. It really hurt and she was so worried about him but he shut her out for months so she ended up moving on.

- Pretty sure bryon was her first bf? But she got with pb so she’s got a little bit of experience now

M&M

- I think gay and nb, and he doesn’t care about pronouns at all. He’s nonchalant like that

- Had a crush on mark lol. And Randy. He doesn’t date anyone because the only person he’s come out to is Cathy

- He thinks curly jumps him because he’s gay. Doesn’t realize its because he’s a hippie (curly is stupid but not homophobic)

- No experience, he’s like 13 and has never ever dated. Maybe he’s danced with someone at a school dance but he has no charm

Cherry

- Cishet ally

- Her type is canonly jerks. Very funny miss cherry.

- She dated bob, liked dally, in the series she liked Tim too. Why is she like this 💔

- A bit of experience, she dated bob after all.

Bob

- Bisexual in a homophobic way, cis

- Type is attractive rich people. He would never be attracted to a greaser, he’d rather jump off a cliff

- Dated cherry, likes Randy. He wants a very traditional future with a spouse and two children and he doesn’t think he can get that with a poor person for whatever reason. He also wants to be the “man” in the relationship.

- Lots of experience because he’s a whore I think. Flirts with most any rich person.

Marcia

- Cishet, doesn’t know that gay people are actually real. (When cherry told her she thought it was a joke)

- Type is funny lol. That’s why she likes twobit. I guess that means Randy is somewhat funny

- She actually isn’t that funny herself, she just likes to laugh.

- Very little experience. Randy was her first bf

Randy

- Gay and cis

- He likes bob. That’s it !

- He legit isn’t attracted to anyone else. After bob died he changed his entire ideology and became a hippie !! He was down bad. He doesn’t give a fuck about Marcia she’s just a girl to him

- Only has experience with Marcia and it’s not really the experience he wants because he is bobsexual

[narcolini]

kiss and tell

angel reyes x gn!olvidado reader, 2369 words

for day 25 of whumpril: ‘we’re being watched’

a/n: this is in a world where adelita and angel never had a thing, because why not, AND who doesn’t love a fake date trope! muah (also love u élise, mi jefa)

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas​

You shouldn’t be here. You really shouldn’t be here. Of all your dubious moral mistakes, this might just be the worst one, right? Going behind Adelita’s back, to talk to a Mayan, of all people, who’s working with Galindo? Yeah, you’ve fucked it. You’ve really missed the mark with this one.

He isn’t even a close friend, really. A friend of a friend of a friend. Someone you bickered with in high school, an Angel totally undeserving of the name. Payaso copied your answers in more exams than you can count, and now he’s after them again, begging you for info you know you shouldn’t give. Well, you assume so. The text he’d sent hadn’t been specific, but what else could he want? 

You haven’t spoken to him in years, but, fuck, you’re here, aren’t you? You agreed to his suggestion and let him pick the meeting place. You’re walking toward him now, like you couldn’t be any fucking happier to ruin your shit, any more willing to disrupt what Los Olvidados have been organising for months. God, if anyone knew about this. If Adelita knew about this.

It isn’t worth imagining. Besides, you might not tell him anything at all, right? He might ask you for something you know nothing about. There’s still a chance of that, still time for fate to stand by your side.

Angel’s leaning against the tree closest to the park’s entrance, one tall beanpole in the sea of kids and moms pushing empty prams. He doesn’t blend in by any means. He didn’t even bother to take his kutte off.

‘Hey.’ He nods as you approach, only clocking you once you’re within talking distance anyway.

‘You wanna be any more obvious, man?’ you snap over him, looking past him, then over your shoulder. ‘May as well have brought the rest of your stupid club with you.’

‘Wow, relax.’ He looks like he wants to laugh. ‘Is it that serious? S’not like you got rules against socialising and shit.’

He’s wrong, of course, because that’s exactly what you do have. Especially when it comes to socialising with Galindo affiliated groups. ‘Can we move, please?’ you ask, ignoring the remark. ‘Away from the fucking Mom’s club.’

Then he does laugh, face crumpling like you’re certifiably insane, but he does stand straight from the tree he’s on. ‘You wanna walk?’

‘Sure.’ That’s better than this, at least. You watch him shove his hands into his pocket, before gesturing with his elbow for you to lead the way. Which you do, begrudgingly, traipsing further into the park with him beside you.

‘I can’t talk for long,’ you tell him, flicking him a look. Then it’s back behind you, over your shoulder, and to the right over the grass.

‘Damn,’ he’s watching you scan the surroundings, ‘you’re way less fun than you used to be.’

‘I didn't realise we ever had fun, Angel.’

He scoffs. ‘Really? Thought we were cool.’ He throws you a smile. ‘Homies.’

‘You stuck gum to my backpack and cheated off me relentlessly,’ you answer, not bitter, but bored instead. ‘Might’ve been fun for you, but.’

‘Okay,’ he laughs, ‘so I was a shitty kid. You really gonna hold that against me?’

‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ You pass a woman jogging, flashing her a smile just to see if she’ll return it—she does. ‘Would’ve blocked your number if I was holding it against you.’

He sucks a breath in, like he’s scratched his knee or some shit, wincing with it. ‘The fuck are they feeding you at those camps? Los Olvidados got a rule about being friendly now?’

‘Yeah,’ you nod, and you hate that you’re almost laughing with it, ‘that’s actually the whole thing, dumbass. We’re not trying to make friends.’

So why are you here then? Walking through a park, birds chirping like a fucking Disney movie, with Angel of all people. You were supposed to be making this quick. You shove your hands in your pockets like he has, pulling your hoody closed over your torso. No more chitchat.

‘So,’ you say, ‘can we get to the part where you beg me for information?’

You aren’t looking at him still, but flitting around again. There’s a dude on the bench you’re walking by, reading the newspaper. He doesn’t pay any attention to either of you. Doesn’t look up as Angel’s boot throws a stone in his direction.

‘Information? Nah.’ Angel shakes his head, the movement catching in your periphery. ‘You think that’s what I’m here for?’

You shrug. ‘Well, yeah. What else would you want?’

You’re on opposite sides, really. Hired hands or not, the Mayans are working for the man you and the rest of the group have fucked over, multiple times now. All you can offer him is information he shouldn’t have. Not that you will, of course, not that you will. But you at least want to hear what he’s dumb enough to ask for.

He’s slowed to a stop, for some reason. His brows are pinched together as he looks at you. ‘Y’know, I almost feel like saying fuck it and leaving you here.’

You turn, in front of him now, and shrug again. ‘What d’you mean?’

‘I’m here to help your ass not, fucking, beg you for information.’ He looks offended, actually. Genuinely offended. ‘I mean, come on, you really think I’m that stupid?’

Maybe, but you aren’t about to admit that to him. ‘Sorry,’ you stumble, ‘I don’t know. Guess I figured you had some allegiance to the dude paying you.’

He snorts. ‘Yeah, that’s not how this shit works.’

‘Okay,’ you prompt, ‘then what is it? Why am I here?’

For the first time, he chances a look behind like he does actually care, like he’s as nervous about this as you are. Well, almost. ‘Thought you guys might want to know Galindo’s planning to go ahead with another shipment,’ he says.

‘Oh.’ Your brows go up. ‘Damn. Fuck, that’s useful.’

‘Yeah,’ his voice goes thick with sarcasm, ‘I figured.’

Your gaze slips past him, looking for the man with the newspaper again. Only, he’s not there now, and has been replaced by another man, sitting with his arm over the back of the bench. He’s slouching, knees wide. Dressed in nothing but jeans and a garish shirt—which is weird, because it’s a cloudy day. Cold enough that you and Angel are both wearing two layers at least.

‘But why?’ You flick back to Angel. ‘Like, why help us?’

There’s something familiar about the man, about his very fucking familiar face. You can’t shake it. You can’t even focus on what Angel’s given you, the opportunity of another shipment to disrupt.

Angel sighs, oblivious to the mental file-o-fax you’re pawing through. ‘I know you think I’m a dick,’ he says, ‘but I do actually, y’know, care. About this shit.’ He gestures between the two of you. ‘The rebel shit, I’m with it.’ He pauses, you still aren’t paying attention. ‘And I fucking hate Galindo,’ he adds, souring. ‘Uptight fuck.’

You look back to the bench. He’s scanning the park now, in a very non-casual, casual way. Like you were—like you are. He skims past you quickly, pretending he hasn’t just made fleeting eye contact with you, and then it clicks. Finally. Fuck. It’s not just some dude, it’s Tiago, one of the many meatheads in Galindo’s cartel. You’ve seen his face a million times, in black and white, pinned to the boards at camp. You recognise it now, because it’s obvious. Scar through his eyebrow, thick moustache, ugly fucking shirts.

He isn’t relaxing in the park, enjoying the breeze, he’s waiting for you, watching. He’s holding out on you spilling secrets you shouldn’t—or maybe it’s not that at all. Maybe he’s watching Angel instead, keeping track of Galindo’s assets. They’re trying to avoid another incident like the last, looking for the leak in the in the seal, the rat amongst the dogs. And Angel’s clueless to it, standing and waiting for your reply. His face clear as day for Tiago to watch.

‘Kiss me,’ you say, blurting it as quickly as you can.

‘Wha—why?’ Angel frowns, lips pulling down at the corners. ‘Kiss you?’

‘We’re being watched.’ You step forward. ‘Kiss me.’

He’s taking too long to process it. You can feel Tiago staring now, attempting to read your lips. The longer Angel stands there looking lost, the longer Tiago has to profile you, to paint you as a notable figure. To pin blame to the badges on Angel’s kutte.

You pull him in by the back of his neck, before any more damage can be done. Hide his face with your own, make this look like a date, a walk in the park between one Mayan and his crush. He doesn’t kiss you back, of course, it’s stationary lips against stationary lips. Is it convincing? You’ve no idea. You can’t pull back to check yet, not without making it look suspicious and desperately false.

He says your name, or tries to, against your mouth. When you don’t break away to let him say it properly, there’s a moment of pause, just a breath, and then he’s kissing you like he means it. His hands come up to your waist, his lips part. You turn, pulling him with you, until you’re angled away from Tiago, Angel’s back a firm wall in his vision. He’s either cottoned on, at last, and is trying to make this look like a real thing to avoid suspicion, or his testosterone has kicked in and accepted a kiss for a kiss. His body reacting the way it normally would.

For a second you enjoy it. But that’s beside the point.

‘Okay,’ you pull back, hands to his chest, and look over his shoulder, ‘I think that…’

Tiago’s turned away again, scrubbing a hand over his moustache and looking as awkward as anyone would after watching two people kiss.

‘The fuck was that about?’ Angel asks, out of breath but unable to shift the smugness from his face. ‘Who’s watching us?’

‘Fucking Galindo,’ you mutter, ignoring the slight thrum in your chest.

‘He’s here?’ He attempts to look behind, but you catch him before he can, hand to his cheek.

‘Don’t fucking do that.’ You drop it again, fidgeting back behind the shape of him. ‘You can’t look, but it’s Tiago.’

His brows flex together; he’s wondering how you know who he is, how you’re using the guy’s first name like you’re familiar, but now isn’t the time to go into it. Really, you know more about Galindo’s crew than he ever will. There’s no cap on information for you, it’s find out all you can, everything you can. For him, it’s only what Galindo allows them to know. The bare minimum to get them to do what he needs.

‘He probably thinks you’re the rat,’ you say, continuing when he laughs, an I am the rat, expression on his face. ‘It’s better he thinks this is a date. For you, I mean.’

The smirk isn’t shifting. He’s staring down at you like you’ve actually asked him out. ‘So you’re helping me now?’ he says. ‘Saving my ass from Galindo?’

‘Yes,’ you snap, ‘and the desire to keep doing it is running thin.’

‘Alright, God.’ Still smiling. He’s still smiling. ‘Tell me what to do then, Olvidado.’

You have half the mind to leave, abandon him like that kiss was the farewell, and let Tiago track him alone. Follow his stupid bike around town until he finds some other way to incriminate him. But you need him, actually. You genuinely fucking need him and what he has to say. Another shipment would give you another chance to dent Galindo’s organisation, to strip more money, and more power, from him, in the most frustrating way possible. It’s an opportunity too good to miss.

‘You see that café ?’ you ask, knowing it’s in his eye-line, over your head. ‘We’re gonna go there, like we’re on a nice fucking date, and you’re gonna tell me what you came to tell me.’

‘Alright.’

‘So,’ you gesture toward him, ‘make it look like you actually like me, or something.’

He rolls his eyes, head tilting with it, and you almost reach to snap it back down again, but then he gets it together. He takes your hand, the right one, bringing it up as he steps around to lay the same arm over your shoulder. It’s more than he needed to do, putting you by his side, with your joined hands sitting against your collarbone, but you can hardly complain about it now. Tiago could be watching still—you look, eyes over Angel’s forearm—he is still watching. Leaning forward on his knees now, like he’s deciding whether to follow or not.

‘You’re gonna have to be careful,’ you say, facing front again. ‘They clearly suspect you.’

He shakes his head. ‘Flaco’s paranoid, probably thinks all of us are out here spilling his secrets.’

‘Fine, be like that. But it’ll get you fucking killed, Angel.’

‘Says the rebel trying to take him down.’

He has you there, but the difference is Galindo, Tiago, doesn’t know you yet. Doesn’t even realise that you’re anyone worth knowing. Thankfully, hopefully, your quick thinking has planted ‘love interest’ across your face, and ‘dead end’ over Angel’s. There’s nothing innately suspicious about two people going for coffee, no matter how Tiago swings it.

‘Let’s just get this over with,’ you tell him, increasing your speed and pulling Angel along with you. ‘Before one of us ends up in the gutter.’

Angel laughs, nodding.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ he shrugs over you, ‘just that this is the weirdest fucking date of my life.’

‘It’s not a date.’

‘Fake date,’ he corrects. ‘Weirdest fake date of my life.’

‘And last one, too,’ you add, because if he ever texts you to meet up again, you’ll be leaving him on read. Information or not, it isn’t worth the hassle, he isn’t worth the hassle. You’d rather struggle to gather information for yourself, than go down with the Angel Reyes, traitor to Galindo, disaster of a ship.

[moccahobi]

May and June Reads

I know it isn’t the end of June but I am posting this anyways! It’s been a rough month and I am working on resetting and orienting so Imma imagine that posting this marks a new start for my reading log periods.  Last month, I read seven pieces and this month I managed to read ten! Which makes me quite happy! So many of my reads were stuff that I got consumed in and couldn’t step away from! There are truly so many amazing creations and I am so glad that I am exploring and reading them!

Two months ago when I last posted my reads, I talked about starting a schedule for fanfic reading... I’ve not. BUT! I did put fics that I already know I am interested in reading on my document and filled in everything other than my comments on it. This really helped me keep looking to reads. I plan to continue to putting fics I know I want to prioritize onto my bimonthly log when I find them because that helped so much!  I think it also helped me to mix up shorter pieces and longer pieces. I had two pieces that I read that were almost 50k (wow! In so much awe of the authors) and it really helped to have some smaller pieces that I could intersperse as well! It’s been so nice to mix my book reading with my fic reading and work fic reading in as little breaks from all that I am doing! 

If you all have any fics you rec me reading, please send them to me! I’d love to add to my TRL!

BTS MxR

Tongue Tied (Jungkook x Reader) ( @jeonqkooks )

“Jeez, you’re acting like I asked to peg you or something.”

Warnings: brief mentions of sex and drinking

18+

1.5k

Fluff, F2L, Neighbors AU

As an enjoyer of the tension right before a relationship starts, this fic gives such a good depiction of if! The tone is light hearted and the narration is funny. It's a great fic to brighten your day and rest with. So adorable! 

Sit. Stay (Seokjin x Reader) ( @daechwitatamic )

Your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. She’s ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know it’s your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?

Warnings: language, casual drinking, parental medical problems, mentions of surgery/doctors/hospitals (major operations lightly mentioned; no d

NSFW

14k

S2L, Neighbors AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst 

This had me hooked and hanging on at the edge of my seat as I read! Joe does such a beautiful job at weaving humor with serious topics of healing and medical emergencies and it is really just so wonderful. She does a wonderful job at creating complex and gray stories that help readers sympathize with both characters. If you want a fun and goofy story that also tackles serious topics, this is a great one for you.

The Perfect Gift (Jimin x Reader) ( @moonleeai )

A cute story about two friends that decide to "fake date" for the Christmas Holiday while visiting family, but with each household they fall for each other.

Warnings: None

SFW

6,346

Fluff, Fake Dating, F2L Christmas AU

This story follows our characters as they try to get their parents off of their backs. It is such a cute and classic fake dating AU and if you are a connoisseur of fake dating tropes you NEED to read this fic! It’s funny and cute and all the domestic moments kept my heart full! I highly recommend you read it!

Crazy For You (Taehyung x Reader) ( @oddinary4bts )

You’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

Warnings: alcohol consumption, lying/hiding the truth, unclear relationship, feelings of  cheating, cursing, mention of a grandparent passing away, sex (see fic for full list of sex warnings)

NSFW

46.8k

Angst, Smut, Fluff, Idol AU, angst, smut, fluff, Best friends older brother, Fake dating

If you enjoy monster oneshots, this is the fic for you! I am in awe of how long and detailed this fic is and you can truly lose yourself in it! There is so much that’s explored and so many angsty moments present! Lovers of idol aus will love this too. The detail and ways everything is woven together is just astounding and truly so amazing. READ IT!

Fearless (Hoseok x Reader) ( @hobisuniverse )

On your way home from a party, you tell your best friend to pull over so you can dance with him in a storm in your best dress, fearless.

Warnings: None

SFW

718

Fluff, Confessions, Friends to lovers

FLUFFY CONFESSION LOVERS! COME HITHER! Ahhhh! This fic is so short and sweet and so glorious! If you enjoy fluffy confessions, weather matching emotions (kinda), and feeling fuzzy all over, this is the perfect quick read!

BTS MxOC

To The Beach (Jungkook x OC) ( @mydogssqueakytoy )

Jungkook’s daughter misses her mom and needs a way to pass the time before she comes home.

Warnings: None

SFW

712

Fluff, Dad Jungkook AU

Father BTS fics are just so adorable! And this fic is such a perfect example of this! The author does such an amazing job at showing the ways Jungkook may express his love for his family: comforting his kid and looking his partner into it all! If you enjoy father BTS fics, I highly rec reading this piece! It’s soft and cute and just leaves one feeling so soft!

Honorable Mention

@magicshopaholic​‘s amazing universe (BTS x OCs)

This series consists of fics set in the same universe, of the members of BTS and their long-term OCs. While these are part of a larger story, most fics can be read standalone as well.

18+

Generally, I try to only post finished pieces BUT Cath’s amazing works have been things I’ve been slowly reading throughout the past four months! I immediately got hooked on Hoseok and Chaeyoung’s storyline. Because OMG CHILDHOOD NEIGHBOR’S TO POSSIBLY LOVERS? It is gold! I inhaled it! THERE IS ANOTHER PART THOUGH THAT I’VE NOT READ AND AM SO EXCITED TO! And recently I’ve started reading Yoongi and Miso’s storyline which is also SO INTERESTING! I am a slow reader and have been interspersing my reading of her universe through all my other pieces and because everything is one universe and each series is being updated kinda at the same time (which is so impressive! Cath weaves so many stories together and I am so in awe). It didn’t feel right not to mention it. 

If you’ve never read an MxOC piece before or don’t really read them, I highly recommend Cath be your introduction to it! I know that on tumblr there is a strong pretense for MxR rather than MxOC (I only read one other OC piece in the six months I’ve been doing this and that is also in this post).  The range in MxR is BROAD. We have some who have no physical characteristics, some who do and are labeled, some who do and aren’t labeled, and all of them have personality traits that are close to how the reader is or isn’t. Each reader is a character. They are just vague in some places. OCs are just other characters. They also exist on the same range and are just as rich in depth! I highly recommend you read some if you enjoy reading books and fanfic!

BTS MxM

Honeycomb For a Heart (yoonminjoonseok) ( @hungline )

Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

Warnings: mentioned misgendering and transphobia 

SFW

1.4k

In this fic, Yoongi is a king bee and I absolutely love how his hybrid identity is tied into his trans identity! The story introduces the readers to yoongi and his struggles in such a quick but heartfelt an empathetic way and we get introduced to Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin in such a fun and open way! Although the story is only 1.5 k and we only get their meeting, there is so much personality and hope packed into the story. If you're wanting on uplifting quick read, this is a great one.

( ✓ read 10:18 p.m. ) (Yoongi x Jungkook; Hoseok x Jimin) (AO3)

By the time Suga got back to him with the name of the sample, Jungkook was sitting in class. He’d never been an in-class text-er. He listened well. He followed rules. He gave professors the attention they deserved. But if Min Suga texted him, Jungkook always found himself texting back, attention 100% on his phone. Maybe it was because messaging the stranger felt as informative as half of his classes. Suga gave good advice. He’d caught himself thinking over the weekend that maybe he actually did owe Jimin some coffee.

Warnings: No archive warnings, mentions of sex, insecurity

18+

47k

College AU, Young Professionals AU, Angst, Fluff

AHHHHHHHHHH! This fic is an adorable story. As readers, we get to see Jungkook try to grow and learn to accept his growing feelings for Min Suga, an unknown man he slowly gets to know. Only thing: he is emotionally constipated and Yoongi feels so much that he struggles… Oh and also Suga kinda likes Jimin… or does he? Owo. It’s such a good series! The chapters are short and addictive and left me unable to put the fic down! It’s angsty and focuses on the growth of everyone and it’s such a wonderful read. It’s such a good series and I highly recommend you read it!

Got7 MxR

Filipendulous (adj.) - hanging by a thread (Jinyoung x Reader) ( @flurrys-creativity )

Summary: After a fight with Y/n, Jinyoung spirals with jealousy. One call changes it all.

Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of jealousy, mentions of drinking alcohol (not really responsible), mentions of an accident, mentions of results from said accident, short hospital setting, one kiss…

SFW

1,967 words

Angst, No AU

Do you like angst? Open endings? Many struggles and layers to a fic? This is the fic for you! I read this and gasped with each new development! Flurry does wonderful at getting us hooked and keeping us hooked! It's such a wonderful read!

Got7 MxM

Brewed Love (Mark x Jackson) ( @limjaeseven )

Summary: Jackson is comfortable working at the cafe Jaebeom owns. He expects to earn a living there, he doesn’t expect falling in love.

Warnings: None

SFW

Fluff, Coffee Shop AU

1,518 words

Coffee shop aus are so cute! And this fic is no different! It’s such a vibe and it had my heart fluttering all while reading. Cris is an amazing writer and his care for word play is present in the many coffee references that are present in this fic. Its short and sweet and just the perfect thing to energize your day!

[storiesofsvu]

Censured Ch 1

Casey Novak x reader

Warnings: Language?

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Casey Novak had certainly never imagined herself going out to a place like this, but an old Harvard friend found out she was temporarily back in New York and insisted that she join her and her friends for a night out on the town. Casey had been throwing the girl practically every excuse to dodge her invites to get together for nearly a month now, and she had nothing left when it came to tonight. At least there was a sense of authenticity to the place, a duelling piano bar that she thought definitely had more club vibes to it. It also happened to be the place she met you. Standing at the end of the bar, microphone, I-pad and glass of cider in front of you, currently engrossed in your phone. You were in black high waisted dress shorts, practically backless green bodysuit tucked into them, your hair loose in beach-y waves around your shoulders, topped off with a pair of black ankle boots (that you’d definitely be swapping out for Toms later). Casey felt drawn to you immediately, there was just something that piqued her curiosity, making it more than easy to approach you.

“I was told to bring these to you?” She started, you looked up, closing your phone as you greeted the woman beside you, handful of request forms in her hand, along with a hefty amount of tips.

“Oh wow…” You replied as you thumbed through them, “Yeah…thank you.” You offered her a genuine smile as you called out to the bartender, “Hey Andrew!” He took one glance over to you before smirking, instinctively pouring three cherry vodka bombs, walking them over to you,

“Cheers!” He winked across at you as you nudged the third glass over to her, following your motions of clinking glasses before downing the drink. “You need another one?” He gestured to your half empty cider glass, you shook your head.

“Mmm, no, but get whatever she wants, on me.” You gestured towards Casey.

“Oh, you don’t have—“

“Please…our drinks are on the house.” You cut her off, gesturing to the small pile of money in front of you, “Besides…”

“Double Lagavuilin please.” Andrew pranced off to pour the scotch for her, “Thank you.” She gave you a soft smile as you subtly drank her in, she was absolutely stunning, there was certainly no denying that.

“No worries.” You smiled, extending your hand, “Y/N.”

“Casey.” Hers met yours in a gentle but firm handshake as Andrew returned with the scotch, “Thanks.” She smiled over at him before taking a swig. You took in her appearance as you watched her sip back the scotch with ease, profiling her slightly.

“So tell me Casey…you a lawyer?” She laughed lightly at that, your ability to read her surprising her since she couldn’t really get a read on you.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well the scotch is usually a dead giveaway, plus it’s Friday night but you’re in a pencil skirt…” You smirked, “Not to mention the floor plan said we had a group of Harvard alum in tonight.” 

“Ooh so you technically cheated.”

“You calling me on a technicality counsellor?” You laughed gently, not missing the roll of her eyes, 

“As of right now, I’m only a paralegal. Had my licence suspended.”  She took a hearty swig at that.

“Rough. What’d’you do?” Casey nearly laughed at how simply casual and open you were at the heavy topic at hand, a heavy sigh leaving her lips.

“I might have…fibbed about lab reports not being done during a trial.” You could see her face fall slightly at the admission before filling with frustration, “But the bastard…was a cop. He’d abused his power to rape two girls, killing one of them, didn’t get caught for years, he deserved to go away for life, yet he got to walk free.” Your brows furrowed, a look of perplexity taking over your face as she looked over at you. “What?” Her voice was hesitant, wondering if you were judging her for her mistake or agreeing that the man deserved to do time.

“Sorry, but…are you Casey Novak?” She nearly felt her stomach drop at that, had her suspension been that public that a performer knew her story? She hadn’t remembered it being all over the papers.

“Uh..yeah…how did you..”

“Sorry!” You threw your hands up in submission, eyes wide with regret of even bringing up the subject, “I didn’t mean to offend you, I just…Rita Calhoun’s my aunt, not to mention the courthouse kinda leaks like a sieve.” You weren’t wrong there, “To be honest when I heard about it I thought it was complete bullshit, bastard should be behind bars, you didn’t deserve what happened.” She smiled softly at that, 

“Thanks.” 

“I’m serious…” You went to continue before a shriek let out behind the bar, Andrew had a trail of about 18 chits of drinks between his hand and the printer as the room had filled with large groups of people at a time, the servers pestering him over details. He looked over to you a plea of desperation on his face knowing you were more than qualified to help him, you quickly tucked the money and request forms inside your I-pad cover, hand squeezing Casey’s softly, “I’ve gotta go…” She nodded, flashing you a quick smile before you moved behind the bar, moving in an incredible rhythm with Andrew to help him serve up the drinks needed. 

If she didn’t find herself drawn to you before the show started, she definitely did once your voice rung out through the room. You were insanely talented and charismatic, drawing the crowd into the show with ease, laughing with your fellow performers. She ended up finding herself at your side during the couple of breaks that you had, the conversation and friendship bubbling easily. When you absolutely powered through a nearly 15 minute mash up of Beyonce songs, both moving from your piano to stand on it over to the ledge way halfway through the room she was beyond belief that someone like you existed. Casey had hoped to catch you on your last break of the night but it seemed you’d vanished from the club. Andrew had noticed her lingering, mentioning that you sometimes did that on the weekend nights, but you’d be back next Saturday if she wanted to see you again.

***

“Hey…sorry I’m late, what’ve we got?” You felt Carisi take in your appearance, NYPD windbreaker barely hanging from your frame, badge clipped into your shorts.

“Liv put ya under cover again?” He countered, you rolled your eyes, 

“Sonny you know I spend Fridays at the club…”

“Right…” Both of your eyes turned back to the exam room, despite it being completely blocked off from your view, “Jenna Spencer, assaulted at a frat party at Hudson.”

“No surprise there…” You trailed off, Hudson was notorious for sexual assault, and for them attempting to not disclose them to the police, “Thank God she actually ended up in a hospital.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.” The nurse then interrupted your flow, saying that Jenna was finished and ready to talk, but still pretty shaky, “Ya wanna take this one?” Carisi asked, you nodded as he made his way to the nurses station, you moving into the room with Jenna, quietly and gently getting her to retell the horrible stories that happened to her. 

You’d been with Special Victims Unit for more than a few years now, more than happy with being partnered with Sonny, you fit together incredibly well. Your friendship flowed easily, you spent more time together than anyone else on the squad, he’d often end up at your apartment making you dinner when you’d been tempted to order take out for the 500th time. Carisi had once made a crack about how a perp seemed to have a thing for you and you quickly shot back that he definitely wasn’t your type, when he’d questioned you on that you laughed saying you much preferred women. He’d been surprised, but completely accepting, more than quick to jokingly suggest practically every woman you came across, it became part of your obsessing teasing as you (respectfully) checked out girls together. You were incredibly grateful at the partnership, no one else from the squad had any idea, but you knew you could trust Carisi beyond any measure which brought you even closer together. 

[haechanluvr]

Keep It Movin’

Summary: Part 2 of the Reckless, Miguel imagine. Using the song Keep It Movin’ by Olivia O’Brien to keep the vibes of reader being a bad bitch.

A/N: I apologize for this taking so long, I had originally put out a part 2 a couple days after posting the original, but I didn’t like it, and deleted it because I wanted to put something out I was proud of and that I knew myself would want to read.

Requested: Yes, many people asked for a part 2, but @colbysbrocks was the first to ask, and was the one who inspired me to write a part 2.

Warnings: Swearing, Miguel being a big dummy, Kyler.

☆.｡.:* ima keep it movin’ .｡.:*☆

Weeks had passed since Miguel and I had broken up. He had texted and called for a couple of days after the incident, then they stopped. He didn’t even make it a week for us to be broken up before he had made it official, again, with Sam. 

I made peace with the way things ended, and I wasn’t going to dwell on everything that had happened. He made his bed, and that’s where he chose to lye. I was too focused on prom. Prom was coming up, and although me and Miguel had never discussed details, being the naive person I am, I did think of the color scheme, what dress I would wear, how he would look in his tux, I had thought of everything, and now plans changed, so I threw all of those ideas out the window, and decided to start from scratch. I wasn’t desperate to find a date or anything, but I still wanted this to be a fun night. It was Junior prom, and I was determined to make it one to remember. 

“Hey Tor, you down to go prom dress shopping with me?” I said as I leaned against the locker next to hers. She was putting her items away, as school had just let out. “Sure, I asked Robby to come with me, and I’m kind of excited.” I squealed because I couldn’t contain my excitement. After what happened between Miguel and Robby, Robby was no longer allowed at the school, but he was allowed at prom as long as he was invited by a student and they got it signed off by the principal. “That’s so exciting, I can’t wait to see his face when he first sees you all dressed up, with hair and makeup done.” We were walking outside to my car when we saw a huge crowd of people. It was difficult to get through everyone, and when we finally made it to the front, we were stood next to Sam and Miguel. Sam threw a nasty glare at me, to which I laughed and gave her a smile. She rolled her eyes and Miguel looked awkward.

“So, Y/N, such a bummer that you don’t have a date for prom, seeing as your boyfriend left you for me.” Sam said with a smug tone and i just nodded my head. “Wouldn’t call it leaving me for you, if you guys just decided to cheat behind my back, but to each their own.” I turned away from her and looked at Tory. Sam wouldn’t let up, but she really got to me when she started with their plan ideas. “Miguel told me all about your little ideas for prom, and I just thought they were so cute, we decided to do them, together.”

I looked at Miguel with disbelief in my eyes and he shook his head, telling Sam to shut up. “Wow, I didn’t think you could sink any lower Miguel.” I was about to walk away, until everyone moved out of the way and a car drove up.

It was Kyler’s black Jeep, and before I knew it he flipped out of the sun roof, with his gi on, and a sign that said ‘Y/N, will you kick it with me at prom?’ Tory gasped, and shook my arm, I laughed and was starting to walk up to him when I heard Miguel let out a sigh and he made a comment, but I didn’t pay attention. “Would you be my date to prom? You know, as friends?” I laughed and nodded my head. “She said yes!” Kyler screamed and I heard his Cobra Kai friends all scream, and some people clapped, as Miguel stormed off, pushing everyone out of his way, and Sam following him, calling his name. 

That was a week ago. Prom is tonight, and I’m currently with Tory getting ready. One of their sensei’s lent Robby a nice car for prom night, and instead of getting a limo like Kyler wanted, we all just decided to drive together, since Kyler and I were going as strictly friends. “I still can’t believe you’re going to prom with Kyler.” Tory said while laughing. I was curling her hair, and she was sitting in my vanity chair. “It’s just as friends. He told me how his original date bailed, and he said since what happened between Miguel and me, that he wouldn’t want me going alone.” I said, and she gave me a look. “Who knew Kyler could have a heart.” I laughed and shook my head, while applying hairspray to her hair. 

We finished getting ready, and were putting on our shoes, and grabbing our stuff when my mom yelled for us to come down because the guys were here. We took pictures, posed, and got to prom. It was beautiful, the theme was night under the stars, so there was twinkle lights everywhere, a photo booth, some cute decorations with moons, and clouds, and some centerpieces that looked like firefly’s in a jar. We all danced and were having a fun time, when during a slow song, someone slammed into Kyler, causing me to almost fall over, and Kyler as well. He grabbed me quickly, and we turned to move, but saw that it was Miguel and Sam were the ones who slammed into us. Sam smirked at me, and wrapped her arms tighter around Miguel, while he was just glaring at Kyler, then glancing at me, eyes wide and mouth open a little.

“What the hell Rhea? You got a problem?” Kyler was obviously pissed, and he bumped Miguel with his chest. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him back a bit, I didn’t need him starting a fight at prom, and causing a scene. “Oh shut up Kyler, we obviously didn’t  see you, especially since you came with trash.” I laughed at Sam’s remark, when she looked at me with a confused expression. I looked at Miguel and kept my attention on him. “I don’t know why you’re being a dick, maybe its because you realized that you won’t find the one fucking with some number 2 bitch, but you need to leave us alone.” I grabbed Kyler’s hand and moved us to a different spot, away from them.

Kyler, Robby and Tory were in line for the photobooth, when I excused myself to go to the bathroom. On my way there I heard someone running from behind me, and on instinct I turned around and was bracing myself for impact, when I saw it was Miguel and he stood in front of me. “Hey.” He said awkwardly, and scratched the back of his neck. “What do you want Miguel.” I said with a sigh, and played with the ribbon on my corsage. “You look beautiful tonight. I like that color on you, but what happened to the pink? You love pink?” He said gesturing to my dress. My dress was a light fairy green color, with glitter. “Things change. You and Sam took all of my prom plans, and seeing as someone asked me, I did my prom plans around what would work for him and I.” I shrugged and Miguel rolled his eyes.

“So what? You and Kyler are a thing now? Come on Y/N, you can do so much better than that douchebag. We could be back together.” I stared at him, with an expressionless look on my face, and was turning around to walk away. “Have a good night Miguel.” I didn’t bother going to the bathroom anymore, and just made my way back to my friends, not bothering to look in Miguel’s direction for the rest of the night, because surprisingly, Kyler wasn’t half bad, and he was actually a fun prom date. 

After prom, we made our way over to the after party. Tory and I walked outside to find some beers, while Kyler and Robby had parked the car, and were looking for some stuff to eat. “I can’t believe i’m saying this, but you and Kyler actually make a cute pair.” Tory said while we waited in line to fill our cups at the keg. “Shut up, he’s not what I expected but nothings ever gonna happen, romantically anyways, he’s still a horn dog.” I said with a laugh, which caused Tory to laugh. We continued to make conversation, when it came our turn to get a drink, and Sam was the one standing in front of us. She tried starting a fight, but I told Tory to ignore her, and we moved around her. She tried her hardest, trying to push buttons, when Miguel, Robby and Kyler all came outside and saw her speaking rudely to us while I was trying to figure out the keg and Tory laughed at me. “Quit laughing and help me.” I said between my own laughs, when something Sam said caught my attention. 

“I can’t believe she called me the number 2 bitch, when all her and her friend do is go for my seconds. I have a half eaten cupcake inside if one of you want to fight over it.” My head whipped her way, and she smirked knowing she got to me. “You’re so lucky I promised your mom I wouldn’t fight with you anymore.” Sam was about to lunge at Tory when I stepped in the way. “Tory may have promised, but I didn’t promise shit.” I shoved Sam back, and she would’ve fell if it wasn’t for Miguel catching her.  “I told you to leave us alone. I’ve tried to keep it movin’ but that’s becoming hard when your whore is constantly picking fights.” 

Miguel just stared at me, and Sam kept rolling her eyes. “Keep rolling your eyes daddy’s money, and we’ll see what happens. I don’t mean to sound cocky but its pretty obvious you left me for a girl who fakes it. One look at her and you had her ready to throw herself at you. It’s pathetic really. It’s really pathetic that you broke up a relationship Larusso, but yet you’re still feeling the need to compete with me. I’m like the prototype and you’re the makeshift who can’t replace this.” I shrugged my shoulders with a satisfied smile on my face. 

“Y/N, come on, don’t do this here.” Miguel begged, in a low tone, seeing as Sam had drawn a crowd, which I kept because of what I was getting off of my chest. “Oh shut up Miguel, you did this to yourself, and Larusso is the one that started it. No wonder everyone calls her little brother Lapusso, you guys are nothing but 2 pussies who start shit and can’t finish it. Like I said, stay away from us, and I wont constantly have to come for your girlfriend. Im trying to have a fun night with my friends, you’d be able to do the same, but I know it sucks that all your friends like me, and ask about me.” I walked away from them, with Tory trailing behind me laughing and yelling “Lapusso suck it bitch.” 

[c-nstantine]

6 Inch

Part four of the Lemonade series.

In which Bruce feels what Y/N did 

Word Count:0.9k

Warnings: Infidelity, cursing, angst 

Six inch heels...

She walked in the club like nobody's business

Y/N felt twenty again. She was somewhere in the Mediterean partying with some prince. There weren't any cares in her mind. She didn't have to worry about how cold her empty bed would be. 

Y/N never felt bad that Bruce was Batman. She could accept that but him going out of his way to find someone else. Someone who spent a long period of time trying to destroy what he was working for, that she couldn't forgive. She couldn't get past him throwing their twenty-something years of marriage down the drain.

Yet, he was upset with her. She hadn't cheated this entire time. Sure, she grinded on a guy and was photographed doing it but she didn't cheat. She didn't break a sacred vow. He did. 

She's stacking money, money everywhere she goes,

Pesos out of Mexico 

"Was that Y/N?" Bruce asked as he saw his son hang up his phone. Damian simply looked at his father before returning to his book.

"Yes," Damian responded quietly.

"Is she okay?" Bruce hadn't spoken to Y/N since she left. It wasn't that he didn't try, Y/N just didn't answer. To be fair, Bruce wouldn't answer his phone calls. 

"Yes," Damian was mildly annoyed at this point. In his mind, Bruce took away the one sane person in this entire family. Which wouldn't be an unfair assessment of the situation.

"Are you upset with me?" Bruce asked lightly. The man had never been the best emotions. Especially, those of his teenage sons.

"Obviously," Damian had given up on reading his book. He set the book down and stared directly at his father.

"Are you going to tell me why?"

"Why do you have to ruin a perfectly good thing? You and Y/N were great together and you ruined it. I know couples are supposed to have ups and downs. I've gathered that but you purposely ruined everything." What hurt Bruce the most about this rant was the fact that Damian didn't yell. Bruce wasn't the one who taught Damian emotional stability, Y/N did. So he could only imagine what taking Y/N away felt like.

She mixing up that Ace with that Hennessy

She love the way it tastes, that's her recipe

"Months have gone by since Bruce Wayne was publicly outed for cheating on his wife, Y/N. She seems to be having a great time without him. We have photographs of her at a party with Ted Kord," Some random news anchor started. 

"Alfred, please turn that off," Bruce grumbled. He had heard enough about Y/N and Ted Kord. Over the past two days, they were all the news, radio and magazines talked about. He deemed this to be worse than when his cheating scandal originally broke.

"You fucked up," Jason Todd said as he sat on the barstool next to his adoptive father. Pouring himself some cereal, he waited for Bruce to acknowledge what he said.

"Good morning, Jason," Bruce spoke while trying to eat his grapefruit in peace.

"If you guys get a divorce, can I stay with Ma?" Jason asked. He had a way of pushing Bruce's buttons in the nicest way. 

"You're a grown adult," Bruce noted. 

"And you cheated on your wife," Jason said before dashing off with his bowl of cereal. If Bruce was five years younger, he would've chased him across the manor.

Stars in her eyes

She fights for the power, keeping time

"Teddy, I don't know if I should be accepting all these gifts," Y/N had received another set of flowers from Ted Kord. In addition to flowers, Y/N received a Cartier bracelet. Y/N knew Ted from various business functions but she knew he had a thing for her. 

"You deserve them. You look beautiful," Ted Kord had an attention to detail. He noticed how when Y/N didn't like something, her lip shook. Or when she lied, she'd play with the coils of her hair.

 Bruce noticed these things at first as well. At first, it was to 'wow' her. Then it became a way to accuse her. He'd accuse her of cheating or keeping secrets. It took some time but they worked past. Now it seemed to Y/N that Bruce was only acting on his own guilt. 

"Thank you." Y/N simply kissed the man on his cheek. She wouldn't go further until she knew what was happening with Bruce. For now, she'd enjoy this.

She too smart to crave material things

She pushing herself day and night

Bruce understood that Y/N was angry. He understood why she was angry. However, it wasn't until he lied in his cold bed that he truly felt what she did. The immense loneliness that's created by an empty California king bed was something that Bruce wasn't used to. Or rather something he had forgotten. 

In his years married to Y/N, he rarely came home to a cold bed. She was always there for him. She'd always leave his lamp light on. Walking into their bedroom tonight, he saw that there was no lamp light. There was no smell of cocoa butter. There was no Y/N.

The rumors circulating about Y/N and Ted Kord made Bruce jealous. Bruce didn't do jealousy or so he thought. What he did to Y/N was in secret. She was forced to find out through secret-keeping.  

He felt guilty. Through this entire ordeal, he hadn't felt guilty yet. But now, he felt consumed by it. He was the reason Damian was upset. He was the reason Y/N left.

Oh, gonna make you feel

You always come back to me

"Y/N?"

"I think we should talk."

@tazanna-blythe​

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' REACTING TO S/O IN A BUNNY OUTFIT !

req. hiii bestie !! i can smell potential in this account, so i'm here for a request ! jjk boys' reaction to their s/o wearing a bunny girl/boy outfit (they lost a bet) ?? maybe with... megumi, inumaki and gojo ?? thank you and i give you all my love and support for your work!!!❤️❤️️

an. HII BESTIE!! i loved this req omg and thank u for supporting me!! hope i did this req justice <3

ft. gojo, fushiguro, inumaki x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k

genre. fluff

tw. a lil suggestive but like 99% sfw

► MASTERLIST ► TAGLIST ►

GOJO SATORU ►

— this mf would be so cocky and teasing about it

— definitely the type to whistle and wiggle his eyebrows

— he's probably the one that made the bet with you

— and of course he made it knowing he'd win

"satoru!" you whine from behind the closed bathroom door, thoroughly embarrassed. "are you kidding? i'm not wearing this!" well, to be fair, you were already wearing it, but coming out of your sacred space the bathroom in it? absolutely not.

"come on!" you heard him say, his tone clearly teasing and excited. "you lost the bet, after all!"

"and you cheated to win!"

"baby-"

"no."

gojo let out a dramatic sigh, and you could practically imagine him pressing an exaggerated hand to his heart. "fine!" he said, letting out another sigh, "i guess our bets mean nothing to you."

"it's a stupid bet, satoru-"

"i understand, don't worry." you groaned, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend's usual childish antics. you could hear him shuffling from the other side of the door, "i'll just go to bed." you let a sigh, glancing to the large mirror to your right, your reflection staring back at you. you felt your face get hot at the thought of showing this to gojo. i mean, you could use it to try and get back at your boyfriend for all the times he'd teased you, and maybe even fluster him a bit? impossible, but a girl can dream.

"...fine." you grumble so quietly you're unsure if he even heard it - until you hear the giddy squeal come out of your boyfriend's mouth from the other side of the door, catching you so off guard that you can't help but let out a snort. before you even have a chance to do so yourself, gojo swings open the door and catches you as you stumble out.

he grins at you cheekily, one eyebrow raised and a low whistle sounding from his lips. "you were already wearing it?" he asks, and before you can respond a bright light flashes in your eye, and you realise he's taking pictures.

"satoru!" you go to cover your head, immediately regretting your decision. "i'm changing back right now!" you exclaim and try to rush back into the bathroom, only to be stopped by him pulling you back gently, his chest colliding with your body.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ►

— BLUSHY BABY!

— he'd be so embarrassed even looking at you LOL

— doesn't mean he won't look though

— would probably be like "what are you doing?" all grumbly and annoyed

— but his eyes stay trained on you and the outfit

you didn't think last week that your saturday night would be spent waiting on your boyfriend's bed, dressed head to toe in a bunny girl outfit while you waited for him to get done showering. it originally began when nobara showed you a funny tiktok of someone else pranking their significant other while they were dressed in a bunny outfit, and you'd both joked about doing it to your respective significant others. you had teased nobara, doubting that maki would be flustered even by such an outfit, which then led her to tease you about how fushiguro wouldn't even bat an eye at it. and, well, here you are.

you want to blame nobara for this entire fiasco, but you can't help the scratch of curiosity you yourself have about your antisocial boyfriend's reaction. if you're being entirely honest, the thought of making him flustered makes you a bit giddy. you decide to wrap yourself in his bed covers, seeing that fushiguro's designated showering time is ending soon, and then duck your head under the covers like a child hiding from a monster. the door lock clicks, and you hear the familiar sound of the sliding door.

"what are you doing?" fushiguro asks, closing the door behind him as he makes his way over to the mound on his bed. you giggle and hug the covers closer.

"take a guess," you tease, and you were sure if you could see him he'd be rolling his eyes.

"i don't know," he responded bluntly, "are you cold? i'll warm you up." you could hear the slight grumble in his voice at the last part, clearly still getting used to voicing his affections. it made your heart flutter a little, and you decided to stop teasing, mostly because it was the first time today you'd be able to see your boyfriend's face. you quickly pulled the covers back, sitting up on his bed as you stared up at fushiguro with an innocent grin.

"wha?!-" fushiguro spluttered, pink immediately beginning to stain his cheeks. his mouth hang open as he stared at you, eyes rapidly glancing around your outfit. "what are you doing?" he asked, gulping obviously after his sentence.

"what do ya think?" you teasingly asked, deciding to stand up and give a quick spin around, only flustering fushiguro further. "maybe this should be my halloween outfit? oh, we could even match! you could be a magician-" fushiguro let out a noise similar to a growl, and the next thing you knew, you were back in his bed, covers one again wrapped around your body like a cloak.

"no." he said plainly, and you had to hold back your laughter.

"no? no what, love?" he scrunched up his face at the nickname, but you could tell he liked it just by the simple fact that he'd never told you to stop. your teasing smile dropped when he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting on your ear as he whispered,

"i wanna be the only one to see you that way."

INUMAKI TOGE ►

— he got so flustered at first omg

— and said the one word that came to his mind - "wow."

— inumaki has such great control when it comes to his speech, he already knew it would be a safe word

— what he doesn't have great self-control over is, honestly, his love for you

— inumaki's just so amazed at how you're his s/o

— after he gets over his initial flustered reaction, he tackles you in affection <3

you were sure that you've never been more embarrassed in your life than now. nobara had suggested the grand idea of playing 'truth or dare' for girls' night, and sadly, your turn had ended up in maki's hands. you thought that maki couldn't come up with anything too bad, especially not this late at night, and so you went with the dare.

...and now here you are, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, standing in the middle of your boyfriend, inumaki toge's, room. the outfit was bought last halloween as a complete joke between the three of you, and you had completely forgotten about it afterwards, keeping it in the deepest part of your closet. how had maki even come up with that on the spot? damn her brains. your phone pinged, vibrating on inumaki's desk where you had put it, and you glanced over to see nobara's text;

'he's coming!!'

the simple message made your heart pound, your head frantically snapping back to look at the door as you waited for your boyfriend to come through. you held your breath when you heard a key being inserted into the door, and a small noise of surprise when inumaki realised the door wasn't locked. he quickly understood that you were most likely in his room.

"kombu-" inumaki froze, quite literally froze. it reminded you of the times he'd unzipped his collar and whispered the words "don't move,", his enemies bodies going rigid just as his just did.

you began to speak, and then realised, what the fuck were you meant to say in this situation? you'd been so focused on when inumaki would come through the door, you hadn't even thought about what to say when he did. you quite literally felt the way your heart fluttered when you heard inumaki let out a quiet breath, and you heard him whisper,

"wow."

it was already rare to hear your boyfriend's soft voice, even when he was simply speaking in onigiri ingredients, and you were shocked that you had caused this much of a reaction from him.

inumaki finally took back control of his body as he dropped the plastic white bag full of late-night snacks he was out getting, quickly shutting the door behind him and rushing over to you. his arms snaked around your waist, and you stumbled when he pulled you from the middle of his room to his bed.

"toge!" you yelled, arms wrapping around him automatically. you giggled when he began bombarding you in kisses, kissing you on the tip of your nose, the corners of your mouth and continually along your jaw, each a sweet peck full of affection that was more than enough to convey inumaki's feelings. "toge," you whined, now lowering your voice, "maki and nobara are probably right outside the door!" inumaki continues to hold you close while he reaches into his shorts pockets, pulling out his phone and typing a quick message, still giving you sweet pecks as you read his text.

'too bad. ur mine now <3'

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3 

©  2021 sinrinyoku — please do not repost, translate, modify or plagiarize my work! i will beat the shit out of u (maybe)

[citrusdarling7]

Our Baby

summary- how I imagine having tom’s child would go

warnings-implied sex, pregnancy,implied labor, tom being clueless about babies and children

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When we first learned that I was pregnant, Tom was incredibly confused. He knew that I would never cheat on him, yet he seemed to believe there was no way that he could have possibly created a baby.

“That is impossible. You’re not pregnant,” he had decided.

A few months later, my baby bump started showing, and Tom finally accepted that he would soon be a father. Of course, he would never think to abandon the child or I, not after growing up in a neglectful orphanage. But he still wasn’t quite sure how he felt about the pregnancy. Things such as morning sickness and strange food cravings confused him.

“You mean to tell me that you’re currently vomiting up the baby?” He asked while I was hunched over the toilet puking.

“That is absolutely foul,” he sighed while watching me eat pickles that I had coated with peanut butter.

When I reached the second trimester, I took Tom to the doctor’s with me for an ultrasound appointment. When the black and white image appeared on the screen, Tom got up out of his seat to study it. The doctor, who was a cheery middle-aged woman, told us that we were having a boy. Tom stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before deciding,

“It looks like an alien.”

“He’s not an alien. Don’t say things like that,” I hissed at him. The poor doctor then had to explain to Tom how ultrasounds work, and why the image looked so distorted.

A few mornings later at the breakfast table, Tom decided to share an idea with me.

“I want to name it Salazar.” My fork slipped out of my hand and clattered to the ground.

“I hope that you’re joking.”

“Why would I be joking? Seeing as it has my DNA, it is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. That would be the perfect name,” he explained while pouring his coffee.

“Absolutely not. I will die before I allow my baby to have such a stupid name.”

Although I made it perfectly clear that that name was not an option, Tom still had other ideas. I came home one afternoon to find him painting some large and ugly snakes on the walls of the nursery. He had even charmed the paintings so that they could slither and hiss. I had to explain to him why such images would be disturbing for a baby. When I had Abraxas come over the next day to paint little ducks over the serpents, Tom sulked for hours.

Even though his nursery paintings had been covered up, Tom was starting to become more involved with the pregnancy. He accompanied me on a trip to a Muggle baby store, inspecting every single sweater or onesie that I tossed into my cart.

“Why would it need socks? I thought that infants can’t walk,” he questioned as I tried to show him an adorable set of baby socks with polka dots printed on them. His voice had been rather loud, and other shoppers were giving us strange looks.

“Yes, Tom. Babies don’t walk, but they can still get cold feet.”

He wandered around the baby store for hours, examining strollers and baby-mobiles. Whenever an employee came up and asked if we needed help, Tom flashed them a menacing look and reached to hold my hand. He had started to grow more protective over me.

About three weeks before I was due to give birth, we hosted a baby shower at the manor. Tom never liked having guests over, but seeing as I was the one who was pregnant, my wishes were prioritized over his.

“Oh wow! I can feel him kicking!” My friend Briley, (who Tom and I had gone to Hogwarts with) exclaimed as she moved her hand around my swollen belly. Tom’s eyes widened in fear as he quickly shoved Briley aside.

“What is it doing? Is it trying to hurt you? Why would it do that?” Briley started laughing at Tom’s absurdity, while I simply rolled my eyes.

“He’s not trying to hurt me, he’s just moving around a bit. Give me your hand and I’ll let you feel.” I gently took his hand and placed it onto my stomach. Up until that point in time, Tom had not wanted to interact with my baby bump in any way.

“Strange,” he finally decided.

When it came time to unwrap the presents, Tom took it upon himself to open each one first, to determine if it was safe or not. Briley had wrapped up a Gryffindor onesie, and when Tom saw it he tried to kick her out of the manor. (I had to intervene before things got violent.) Abraxas and his wife had gifted us a lovely magical stroller that would spit poison at any stranger who approached it. Tom really liked that stroller.

As my due date rapidly approached, Tom grew much more interested in the baby. At night, he would ask to place his hand against my stomach so he could feel it. He began speaking to my baby bump in Parseltongue, which made me frown in confusion. I decided against reprimanding him, happy that he was finally interested in forming a bond with our child.

I went into labor while I was out having lunch with Briley. She quickly rushed me to the hospital and called Tom right away. We had chosen a Muggle hospital, (St. Mungo's wasn’t the best environment for a newborn.) Tom sat in a chair a few feet away during the entire delivery process, which ended up taking less than an hour. (Thanks to a lovely potion I had taken a few weeks ago that ensured a painless and smooth delivery.) The doctor asked Tom if he would like to cut the umbilical cord, but then immediately took back his offer when he saw Tom pull a large knife from his jacket in anticipation.

When my baby boy was handed to me, I couldn’t have been more happy. He was absolutely perfect, albeit a little slimy.

“Would you like to hold him, Tom?” He looked at our baby in disgust, shaking his head.

“Not until someone cleans it.” I sighed, but allowed the nurses to come in and take him away for his shots and bath. My son was returned a few minutes later, wrapped in a grey blanket, and free of any gunk or slime.

“Let his father hold him,” I instructed the nurse. A curious Tom allowed the baby to be placed in his arms. He studied him for a few minutes, unsure of what to say. Finally, he let a proud smile spread across his face.

“Hello, little Salazar. Welcome to the world.”

I immediately took the baby back into my arms, before Tom got any bright ideas, such as singing a lullaby in Parseltongue.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Answer It

Ask: Imagine Andy barber or Steve is your baby daddy and he disliked the fact you in a relationship but he keeps calling you "baby" in front of your man

Pairings: Baby Daddy! Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse, minors DNI, smut, daddy kink, office sex, slight dub con, cheating, degradation, humiliation

(A/N: idk how I feel about this one but I just decided to put it out anyway. It’s a little dramatic. Thanks for reading. Like, follow, reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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You and your boyfriend were having problems as is without any help from Andy. So when he started slipping up and calling you Baby in front of him you were pretty sure you could have smacked him. You didn’t of course. Especially not in front of Bri.

Andy knew how Gilbert was. How jealous he got when it came to him. As if you knew he hadn’t accused you of cheating with him in the past.

The worst part is that you can’t even say that nothing happened. You just didn’t want him to know that. Between the stolen kisses that seemed to only increase as time went on and a family night that turned into mommy and daddy really shouldn’t be doing this time once Brielle had fallen asleep.

You weren’t proud of the things you’d done. That you’d fucked a married man who dumped you to work things out with his wife only for their relationship to fall apart because you ended up pregnant. Since you had a baby to prepare for you didn’t want to dwell on him and ended up with Gilbert.

Now three years later you were having to sit down your baby daddy and tell him exactly why he needed to stop calling you baby around your fucking boyfriend. You’d asked your younger sister to watch her so you could stop by Andy’s office to talk to him. Which was a mistake because he was wearing that suit that he looked really good in. And his beard looked so soft.

No. This had to stop. You couldn’t handle another blow up from your boyfriend. It was getting too much for you. Maybe if you told Andy to back off he’d stop.

“Look, Baby,” he started, the pet name making you roll your eyes. He could at least pretend to give a shit. “You and I both know you don’t want me to stop. Why are you trying to fight it.” He shrugged.

You sighed. Fuck he was so frustrating. “Andy, I’m being serious here,” you said.

He did that thing where he’d raise his eyebrows and chuckled as he came to lean against his desk in front of you. “I know. I just don’t care.”

Your mouth dropped open as you stood up, grabbing your purse because if he was going to be a dick what was even the point. It was like between them your feelings didn’t matter. “Wow, Andy. That’s real fucking nice.”

“Do you really think I give a fuck about what makes your boyfriend uncomfortable?” He asked with his head tilted to the side. “You and I both know you don’t even want to be with him. Why fight it.”

“That’s not the point,” you said.

He grabbed your arm before you could even try to walk away, pulling you into him so your back was against his chest. “C’mon, Baby. Why are you trying to act like you didn’t like what we did last week,” he whispered in your ear.

“Andy-“ you tried to push away from him, but he kept his grip firm, kissing along your earlobe.

“Remember. After we put Bri to sleep?” He asked, his hands coming up to the front of your dress. “You let me call you baby then. And the time before that and the time before that. How many times has it been now?”

Too fucking many. You’d made this mistake with Andy too fucking many times and you were afraid it would catch up to you. Making things worse. Which was what you’d been trying to avoid.

“I wonder how your boyfriend would feel if he heard about his sweet little girlfriend, being a nasty little slut,” he continued.

“You wouldn’t,” you said, turning in his arms to face him.

Andy smirked with a shrug. “Try me. I could tell him how you loved being called worse than baby.” Then he grabbed you to pull you in. Putting his hand under your dress so he could grab your plenty covered ass. “I could even show him how much you like it.”

You don’t know why you let Andy have this hold over you. Sure he was a good dad. Hell he was an amazing dad. Bri was a daddy’s girl through and through. Yet it felt like you just couldn’t shake your attraction to him.

It was like every time you looked into those eyes and how romantic they looked with those lashes, you melted. So even though he was pissing you the fuck off right now you found yourself staring into them liked you’d been hypnotized.

A part of you didn’t want to. Sometimes you wished you could tell him the truth. About why you hadn’t come back home. Even though you’d definitely been thinking about it. No instead you always stood there tongue tied. Afraid of what he might do when he finds out, but also frustrated because your silence made him turn this into some sex game.

“Which one should I tell him about first? About how you let me call you a slut while you’re sucking my dick?” He asked with his head tilted to the side. “Maybe show him that video we took when you let me fuck you from behind.”

“Andy-“

“No, no, no. You know better. What’s my name, Baby,” he said with a smirk, putting his face on your cheek making you keep your eyes on him.

You didn’t say anything. Instead biting your tongue as he started to smooth his thumb over your bottom lip. You knew you should have argued back, but he made it hard. Upon noticing your silence, his nose flared. Jaw clenching.

“I haven’t fucked you stupid yet,” he said, squeezing your face a little, “so you better fucking answer.”

And just like that you were under his spell. “Daddy,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

You rolled your eyes again. “You’re my daddy.”

Then he moved his hand to your neck. “Lose the fucking attitude,” he demanded. “Let me ask you again and I want you to answer like my good little slut, who the fuck am I?”

“My daddy,” you said louder.

“See,” he cooed, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb again before making you part it so he could put it in your mouth. “That wasn’t so hard. Get on your fucking knees.”

You lowered yourself like you were unsure about it, but he was obviously meant business so there was no point in playing around. He noisily unbuckled his belt before undoing his pants. His cock popped out now hanging in front of your face all hard and angry looking.

Andy leaned forward, wrapping his hands in your hair. “Open,” he demanded, putting the head of his cock to your lips. When you didn’t he breathed deeply. “I don’t know why you’re trying to play games right now. Open your fucking mouth.”

You nodded before doing as instructed finally and putting your mouth around his tip. He helped guide you by putting his hand on the back of your head to push you down and then back. Your eyes filling up with tears as he tried to push into your throat.

“See. It’s so much better when you cooperate,” he said in that condescending voice. “Acting like you’re not addicted to my cock.” He laughed.

Your mouth moved up and down around him just like how you knew he liked it. He put his fingers back in your hair to push you down until your nose was at his pelvis. Then back up again. And then down.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he started to rock his hips.

You gagged around him, but he made you hold him there. We you spluttered around him he moved a little harder hoping you got the point. Then pulled you off making you cough as spittle covered your face. 

He helped you to your feet before pushing you face down on his desk. He pulled your dress up to uncover your soaked panties. “If you didn’t like it, why are you wet?” He asked, rubbing your covered pussy.

A gasp escaped your lips as he placed his bare cock against you. “Daddy,” you whimpered with your cheek against the cold wood as he started to pull your panties down your thighs.

“That’s a good girl. Calling me daddy. You know who you belong to,” he said, before slapping your ass. “Who else you call Daddy, Baby?”

Your mouth quivered as you whimpered. “No one.”

“Really? Not even your annoying fucking boyfriend?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Why not?” He asked and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was smirking.

“Because you own me,” you replied not being able to help yourself as you gave in.

He chuckled. “That’s a good slut,” he said smacking your ass again, grabbing his cock to start rubbing it up against your slit making your jaw drop as you pretty much involuntarily tried to rock your hips against him. It was pretty mouth a Pavlovian response at this point. He touched you, your body reacted accordingly. “Is your boyfriend not taking care of you? So I have to fucking do it. Is that why you were being such a bitch?”

You nodded as he started to ease into you. “Uh huh.”

“He just doesn’t know how to touch you. That’s fine. I should be the only one touching you anyway, huh.”

“Yeah,” you answered.

“It’s okay. At least you have me,” he said. “I always make my Baby cum.”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please fuck me.” If you were already in this deep you might as well enjoy it.

Andy chuckled. “See it’s so much better,” he grunted as he finally slammed into you making you help, “when you act like a good girl.”

You gasped as he started thrusting in and out of you. Then grabbed your hair again to pull you up. Like this your tits jiggled with each movement. He was even pushing his desk up a little each time. “Oh god,” you whined.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed. “You don’t want him. Just admit it.”

It’s not like he wasn’t right. You’d been thinking about breaking up with him- no. You were only thinking like that because Andy was balls deep inside of you. Except you kind of were because his temper was getting out of control and you were tired of dealing with it.

Besides it’s not like you weren’t fucking around behind his back. You owed it to him to leave. Besides your plan was for you to go back to Andy once you resolved all the obstacles that had been in the way. It’s not like you didn’t want him.

Yeah he may be an asshole when it comes to Gilbert. As far as being a boyfriend though, Andy had been so good to you. His wife just didn’t think so. You think she was just jealous because she wanted to open up the relationship and it didn’t work out for her like it did for him.

So while he was going through his divorce you wanted to be on your own. You hadn’t meant to get so entangled in everything with Gilbert, but you had. Now Andy was trying to fuck you until you remembered that you were always supposed to end up on his dick again. Not that you’d ever forgotten.

“Only you,” you whimpered.

“That’s right,” he said. “You gonna stop being stupid and come home?”

You nodded and whimpered. “Yes.”

Andy chuckled just as your phone went off in your purse. Fuck. He stopped as he reached over to grab it. Then laughed even louder as he read the name on the screen. “Speak of the devil,” he said throwing it beside you to show you that it was in fact Gilbert calling. “Answer it.”

You closed your eyes and bit your tongue as it continued to ring. Wasn’t it enough that you agreed to come back home. Did he have to completely humiliate you to go along with it?

He grabbed your neck bringing you up to him so he could answer into your ear. “Now.”

You nodded and grabbed the phone, shuddering at how deep he was inside you. “Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you?” He barked into the phone. Andy started kissing your neck. Making you take your time to answer as you suppressed a moan. “Y/N!” He yelled making you jump,

“Ye-yeah?”

As he yelled at you for not being home at the time he told you to be your baby daddy’s dick was deep inside you, you were struggling to hold it together. And it felt like he’d been talking forever. And you couldn’t help it when you let out a breathy moan. Andy pushed you forward again so your tits were against his desk.

“What the fuck was that?” He finally stopped talking.

“What was what?” You replied, bracing your yourself for the orgasm you were definitely about to have.

“Put me on FaceTime!”

Fuck. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

You bit your lip as it raked through your body. Making your eyebrows shoot up to your hair. A mewl escaping your lips. “Because!”

“Who the fuck are you with!”

“Uh, it’s just Andy,” you finally answered, tearing up as he fucked you through it.

“Take your ass home now!” He barked.

You let out another moan as he started to slam into you, making you cover your mouth with your hand. “Oh my god.”

“Tell him it’s over and that we’re getting back together,” Andy said. While Gilbert bitched in your ear not that you could blame him this time, you shook your head. You weren’t about to do that. “Tell him.”

You shook your head again and Andy sighed before pulling out to turn you around. Gilbert hadn’t stopped and you were about to hang up the phone until Andy took it out your hands while he helped you sit on his desk. He kissed your lips again softly as he listened.

His eyebrows raised because even though he was putting on his own show of dominance, hearing another man talk to talk to you like that was clearly pissing him off. “Does he always talk to you like this?” Andy asked.

You looked down as you nodded and he sighed. He surprised you by hanging up instead of arguing with him like he wanted to. Andy pulled up his pants which had still been around his legs. Then he pulled you into his arms, kissing you all over your face.

“Fuck,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Baby. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged. “Because I had him in one ear calling me names and making me feel like shit and then I try to come to you and you only make things worse it’s fucking hard!”

He sighed. “Shit. Okay. I... fuck. I’m sorry.”

Your lip quivered as you tried to hold on your tears. “That’s why I came and instead of listening to me you told me you didn’t care and then you want to fuck and it’s like... okay because I like feeling close to you, but I’m fucking scared.”

Andy’s face softened before pulling you into his arms. “Hey,” he said. “It’s okay. I got you. I’m sorry.” He kissed your face over and over again. “I’ll take care of it.”

You nodded as you sniffled into his chest. He didn’t let go of you. His lips touching wherever he could reach. “It’s been so scary.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Has he said anything to Bri.”

“No. Of course not.”

“Fuck,” he said. “I’m so sorry, Baby.” He sighed as he led you to the couch that was on the other side of the room. Sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

“I’m just tired of it,” you replied. “And I’ve been trying to hard to not crack under all the pressure, but it’s hard. I feel no one will listen to me.”

Andy sighed tucking your head under his chin. “Aw, Baby. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Never again.”

You nodded and he laid back and he got the hint to relax with you. “Can I come home?” You asked with a whimper.

“You didn’t even have to ask, Baby,” he replied. Now you need to tell me everything, okay?”

[natsfirecat]

First Kiss of the Year, and of Life

summary: it’s new year’s eve and r hasn’t kissed anyone

pairing: Thor Odinson x reader (no gendered pronouns used, but written with fem reader in mind)

word count: 803

warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!

A/N: my first thor fic fdhfhjfds i probably should’ve written this for natasha since that’s the only x reader romantic pairing i’ve ever written on here but it’s fine i liked imagining thor specifically for one part of this lol it’s fine (pls dont let this attract straight people)

As the snow kept falling harder, you stood by the window, taking it all in.

"Wow..." you muttered.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Came a voice from behind you.

You jumped, finally noticing Thor's presence. You chuckled, nodding as you diverted your attention back to the falling snow.

"Are you looking forward to the new year?" He asked.

"Yeah," you replied. "My first year with the Avengers has been amazing, and I'm more than ready for my second,"

He smiled, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"I'm glad,"

You then looked up at him, smiling as you realized he was focusing on the snow like you had just been.

"Are you planning on participating in the Midgardian tradition of a new year's kiss?"

You felt your cheeks heat up as you gave a forced smile. You almost giggled from the feeling, refusing to meet his eye,

"I doubt it," you told him. "I've never been kissed before,"

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you in confusion. Everyone seemed to love you, and he certainly thought you gorgeous; why hadn't you had your first kiss yet?

He didn't want to press it, so he simply stared back out the window again as the snow kept falling.

You were about to say something else to him, when you heard Tony's voice calling you both over.

"We need everyone in here to start Monopoly," he said.

You nodded, sitting down on the couch with the others.

"Playing Monopoly with a billionaire, how ironic," Wanda mumbled under her breath.

You and the others laughed, while Tony simply rolled his eyes.

He was getting the pieces set up as everyone chose their markers. Thor of course, was the first to grab the dice. But instead of rolling them himself, he handed them to you so you could go.

"Thanks," you said, feeling your cheeks heat up once again.

He simply beamed, giving you an encouraging nod.

You rolled the dice, getting two fours. So, you rolled again, this time getting a three and a five.

"You gonna buy?" Steve asked, noticing the property you landed on.

You made eye contact with Thor, feeling a smile creeping onto your face.

"Yeah,"

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An hour and a half into Monopoly, and Tony was winning and already put you, Steve, and Bruce in debt. Wanda accused him of cheating, but he denied all charges. Although, he did seem to be sweating at an unusual rate when her eyes turned red.

Nonetheless, since you had no money left, you decided to get up and take a break. You made your way to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water.

"It looks like it's slowing down a bit," came Thor's voice from behind you.

You chuckled, realizing that he was once again looking out at the snow.

"Yeah, it looks like it."

He took a step closer to you, and you could've sworn your heart started pounding.

"What do you think will happen in the new year?" He asked.

"I'm not sure," you replied. "But as long as I'm still here with everyone, I'll be okay with whatever,"

"Me as well,"

You couldn't stop yourself from grinning as you turned to face him.

"What do you want to happen in the new year?" You asked him.

"I was always fond of love stories, but there's someone who makes me feel more like I'm in an adventure story than a love story. However, I like that better,"

"Really?"

"Indeed,"

You heard noises coming from the other room as you realized the countdown had begun. Everyone was chanting along with the numbers as they counted down from 60.

"I think an adventure story would be amazing," you told him.

The countdown had reached 30 now, and they were still chanting.

He said nothing, but brought his hand up to your face. He ran his thumb along your face, looking down into your eyes.

15 seconds.

You stepped forward so you could be even closer to him, feeling your smile growing wider and wider as the numbers got lower.

"5..." he began leaning in. "4..." you wrapped your arms around his neck. "3..." your foreheads were pressed together. "2..." you could feel his breath against you. "1..." his lips were on yours.

You could hardly believe what was happening as you closed your eyes. You had never felt this before, but it felt... right.

He moved his lips so gently as he brought his hands back to your waist. Carefully keeping his lips on yours, he gripped your hips as he lifted you into the air.

You felt like you were flying as he spun you around. You smiled against his lips, feeling him pull you closer.

When he finally set you down, you pulled apart. You stared at him, smiling wider than ever before.

"Happy new year."