#it hung around half done for months subtly stressing me out

[cuppatealove]

Well, if 2022 was the year of me not quite achieving anything, 2023 is going to be the year of ticking off all the projects I started which got interrupted by life being lame. Starting with this quilt.

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Hermione Granger

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I’m sorry but Hermione in her uniform is beautiful.)

- You and Hermione meet during your first year at Hogwarts. The two of you wound up being partners in potions class and we all know how Hermione is when it comes to her schoolwork.

- She’s very much so the “here let me do it” sort of person when she sees that you’re doing something wrong. Not that you mind; you aren’t exactly keen on getting on Snape’s bad side.

- She’s also very adamant on teaching you how to do things and having you try again; after she shows you the correct way to do them, which gives her the chance to look at you more closely and say to herself “wow she’s pretty”.

- Initially, she sort of just thinks that she’s envious of your good looks or that she finds herself looking at you merely because you’re pretty and people like looking at pretty things. It’s only after a bit of reflecting that she realizes she likes you more than a person likes flowers.

- The only logical conclusion is that she has a crush on you and …oh dear.

- Yeah, Hermione isn’t …the best with crushes. The minute she realizes that she likes you, she turns into a bit of an awkward mess.

- She’ll say somewhat strange things before nervously trying to correct herself. She’ll touch you for a bit too long or without meaning to before jumping away upon realizing what she’s doing. She’ll give you handshakes instead of hugs when you greet each other or do good on a joint project or what have you. Etc, etc, etc.

- She’ll do whatever she can to hang out with you one day while avoiding you like the plague the next; usually because she’s having a bad hair day or something similar. The boys are clueless as to why she’s acting strange but they agree to help her with whatever she asks; usually meaning that they help her hide from you.

- Once the two of you become friends; which is somewhat inevitable with Hermione and the people she likes since she’ll force herself into their lives, she’ll subtly hint at a relationship between the two of you and try to find out more about you and your type.

- There’s going to be a lot of mutual pining. Hermione’s obviously pretty so of course you’ll fall for the strong willed, activist girl who’s now your best friend. And she’s been in love with you since first year but it’ll take a while for her to admit her feelings.

- Viktor Krum probably found out Hermione liked you midway through fourth year and immediately began hyping her up, teasing and telling her to confess her feelings to you. He also probably got you a date to the Yule ball and you four hung out all night because he’s a sweetheart but I digress.

- The thing is, you’re now close friends and she doesn’t want to lose that, so she ends up spewing her feelings out in a fit of desperate frustration. She calls you an idiot, telling you that she loves you and has loved you for years, and if you’re too stupid to notice then nothing; not even her tutoring sessions, can help you, and you’re too stunned to even be offended.

- So there she is, standing there and trying to catch her breath, close to tears and embarrassed before you finally manage to find your words. You tell her that she’ll have to deal with your stupidity forever now because you like her too.

- She takes a deep breath, furrowing her eyebrows slightly and nervously saying “you …do.”, like she’s trying to quickly process what you’ve just said; as though she anticipated a wildly different response.

“Good.” She says after a moment, nodding as she does so. She says the words in a stunted, sort of relieved tone, like someone who didn’t expect an issue to be resolved as soon as it was.

- The two of you have your first date at Hogsmeade where you sort of just wander around the village and talk, trying to bond while enjoying a bit of privacy. Harry and Ron probably show up midway through and she tries her best to signal with her eyes that this “isn’t a good time” before she’s forced to give a pointed, whisper yelled “could you two please leave”. 

- Hermione tends to give a lot of cheek and head kisses to the people she’s close to and you would not be exempt from this. Just saying. 

- The two of you share your first kiss about a month or so after your first date. She’d been stressing over something and you’d laid a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that everything was going to be alright until she finally managed to calm down. 

- Later on, as you were getting up to leave, she’d leaned over and planted a soft, somewhat chaste kiss on your lips before you both made your way out of the room. You had smiles on your faces for the rest of the day. 

- Congratulations, you’ve managed to score the brightest witch in all of Hogwarts. Consider yourself a very lucky girl; she certainly considers herself to be one.

- The wizarding world seems pretty progressive all things considered so pda isn’t a taboo when it comes to your relationship. She’s more than happy to engage in it though she keeps it polite and innocent out of pure preference. 

- Her slinging her arm around your shoulder. 

- Tight hugs; especially when you’re reunited after a long time or you come back from something dangerous. 

- Handholding. 

- Cheek and head kisses. 

- Sweet and soft kisses. 

- Abrupt and passionate kisses; usually after a surge of emotion courses through her. She’ll occasionally get flustered and apologize for getting ahead of herself, as though you’re not in a relationship. 

- She usually just calls you by your given name but occasionally she’ll call you something like honey or dear. 

- The two of you cuddle laying on your sides with your arms wrapped around each other. Sometimes Crookshanks will wiggle his way between your bodies and you’ll get a nose full of cat hair but you get used to it. 

- Speaking of the orange baby: plucking cat hair from each other’s clothing and taking turns snuggling the endearingly ugly creature.

- Helping her carry all the books she lugs around.

- Getting matching bracelets/necklaces.

- Helping her with her hair.

- Compliments; the two of you are constantly praising each other. She tends to comment on your schoolwork like how you’ve improved so much or congratulating you on doing so well on an exam.

- She’s “secretly” really fond of making you little cards and origami. She lives for Valentine’s Day and you can’t help but find it adorable.

- Supporting S.P.E.W. and wearing one of her badges; whether or not you agree with it.

- Quiet days spent inside. The two of you usually just sit in one of your dorms or the library, talking about whatever comes to mind or doing your own things.

- Study dates.

- Assuring her she’s going to do great on tests. She always gets really stressed and frazzled before a big exam so you always have to make sure she breathes and relaxes a bit.

- She’s always jumping to help you in any way she can, and she always has the knowledge to do so.

- Writing letters to each other over the summer.

- Sitting together in the courtyard.

- Going to The Three Broomsticks and getting a bit tipsy off butter beer. She’s a lightweight.

- Having a cute little book club. The two of you take turns reading to each other and discussing the different novels you’ve read.

- Playing the piano together.

- Baking together.

- Play fighting. The two of you do that cute, grabbing each other’s arms and trying to push each other while giggling sort of thing that couples do.

- Having your dates interrupted by the boys. The two of them are going to be completely clueless about your relationship for a while before finally catching on and giving you more space; unless something oh so important happens.

- Tagging along and helping the golden trio whenever you can. You’re a certified member of their clique by now.

- Cheering the boys on at Quidditch games together. The two of you are usually huddled close to keep warm. 

- Speaking of cheering: she's your biggest cheerleader. She’s always wishing you good luck and rooting for you and giving you an enthusiastic whoop; even if it makes people give her funny looks. 

- Breaking her out of her shell and getting her to let loose a little more. She feels the need to constantly be put together and perfect and you do your best to reassure her that, sometimes, she can just have fun. 

- Dancing together. 

- Whenever she’s really excited and/or really wants your attention for one reason or another and you have homework, she always ends up impatiently snatching it with a “give it here” before doing it for you and launching into whatever it is she wanted from you. 

- Being on the receiving end of her scolding looks. You always get one if you’ve done something or are doing something wrong. 

- Comforting her. She’s a bit sensitive and cries sort of easily; particularly when she’s angry which she gets embarrassed about, so you’re always there to make her feel better.

- She’s constantly checking you over and taking care of you when you’re hurt and/or sick. It helps to have a half blood girlfriend who knows nearly every spell like the back of her hand.

- She always just seems to understand you and know how you’re feeling. She’ll always be there to give advice and comfort you.

- Defending her from wizard racism. You might not stand up for yourself but you sure as hell are willing to hex a man half to death for saying something about her. 

- She has a habit of grabbing onto you when she’s scared so expect to have her wrapped around you or holding your hand in a death grip whenever anything spooky occurs.

- Hermione is smart enough to tell when something is entirely platonic so she doesn’t get jealous very often. It’s only when someone shows actual interest in you that she gets a bit self conscious. She can usually keep herself in check but she’ll occasionally tell you that they were flirting with you in an exasperated tone before you reassure her that you don’t want them.

- She’s more protective in the “I’m going to take care of you” sort of way but she has been known to throw a punch at or use a hex on someone who hurts you or your feelings. She worries over you a lot so rest assured, if you’re upset/hurt, she’ll be right by your side fussing over you.

- She hates being wrong so that’s where most of your arguments probably stem from. You really don’t have a lot of arguments though, all things considered. She’s perfectly capable of communicating her feelings so you rarely need to fight about anything; at least not for long.

- She has a habit of holding grudges and won’t want to admit she’s wrong so expect her to take a bit of time before she says she’s sorry. If she’s proven right then she’ll pointedly say that “well, someone owes someone an apology” but if she’s proven wrong she’ll admit that she owes you one.

- She’s a big softie so she tells you that she loves you quite a bit; mainly in private though she isn’t afraid to say it in public.

- She’s gonna go places and she’s taking you with her. After everything that happened, the two of you enjoy a peaceful, fulfilling life together and she couldn’t be happier.

[berrynarrybanana]

My Only Angel

A/N: A rewrite of one my favorite pieces that I’ve ever done. I added an entire extra part onto it and I hope that you all enjoy the new addition. 

Warnings: Smut, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, tiny bit of a daddy kink

Word Count: 5k+

I promise to edit this later, but for now, I am posting this as is! 

Masterlist 

The bass was shaking the sticky floor of the club, shooting straight up your spine as you swayed on your sore feet. It had been a long night and you were slowly starting to fade. The party was dwindling down, some of your friends trailing off to the bathroom to do lines before they moved onto the next party that would surely be held at someone’s flat. You were leaning heavily against Harry, his large (and deliciously warm) palm resting on your side as you sipped at the water in your hands. Your head found his shoulder almost an hour ago, the soft tendrils of his curls tickling your bare shoulders and collarbones as he chatted with one of your mutual friends. 

Harry had been trying to get away from the conversation for the last sixty minutes, squeezing your side sympathetically every time Nick brought up a new topic to chat about. It was only after someone pulled Nick’s attention away that you were able to escape from the elitist bar with Harry’s blazer draped over your shoulders. His fingers easily tangled with yours as he pushed the front door open, flashes greeting your heavy eyes aggressively. You knew the drill better than you knew most of the people Harry considered friends. Keep your head down, eyes on your feet, let Harry lead the way, and don’t talk. It wasn’t hard to do in theory, but in practice it proved to be a little bit harder than it sounded.

Harry shut the door behind you, jumping as a pap started to smack the glass. Harry’s driver, Benny, was quick to step on the gas at Harry’s command. Harry’s right hand slipped over your knee as the fingers on his left hand started to toy with his bottom lip nervously. You gave him a soft, reassuring smile when he looked in your direction with concerned eyes. He let out a shuddery sigh of relief before leaning over to kiss your forehead. You tucked yourself into his side once more, letting your eyes drift shut as Harry pulled out his phone. 

When you finally made it into his newly renovated home, you let out a content sigh. Lifting one leg at a time, you pulled at the straps of your heels until they fell in a heap by the front door. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t pick them up later and pack them away again. You were only here for a few days before you traveled off to another destination for work. As much as you hated it at times, you owed your demanding and stressful career for giving you Harry. Without a work trip to Amsterdam, you wouldn’t be sitting on his kitchen island while he kissed your lips. 

“Missed you.” He brushed his nose against yours as you let out a soft hum, your chapped lips curving into a smile. “How long ‘ave we got?”

“Four days.” You brushed your fingers against the crisp, white fabric of his button up. “But I don’t intend on leaving this house for anything.”

“S’that so?” He chuckled, ducking his head down bashfully. “Not even to visit Mum for a night?”

“Doesn’t sound half bad, I have to admit.” Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as you peppered kisses over his forehead. “I do miss her sangria.”

“I’ll let her know to make a batch.”

Your head tilted back, a breathy sigh of pleasure escaping from your lips as he sponged kisses over your collarbone. You felt it in your core first, the soft aching reminding you that it had been a while since you’d last been with Harry. If you remembered correctly, it had been at least six months since you’d last had him in a tiny Paris hotel room. It had been six months since you’d felt him, really felt him give it to you like you needed. Just as your fingernails dug into his broad shoulders, the doorbell rang out loudly. It made you jump, causing Harry to laugh into your neck before he pulled away. 

“Ordered us some food.” He pressed a fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’ll be right back, angel.”

You watched him walk away with a pout on your lips and an unsatisfied throbbing between your legs. Had he been quick enough, he could have had you on the countertop before the food arrived. A quickie was better than nothing, and right now that’s what you had - nothing. Impatiently you waited for Harry’s return, gripping the edge of the counter with puffed out cheeks as your feet swung back and forth. Your heels tapped against the sleek cabinets softly as you looked over his kitchen, The remodel was finally done and you were so proud of what Harry had done with his London home. It was undeniably him, from the cabinets to the paint in his bedroom. A smile graced your lips when you noticed a picture of you and Harry hung in a cluster of photos on the wall. 

You were sandwiched between a picture of Harry with the band, and a picture of Gemma and Harry on the beach. You were so enamored with the pictures on his wall that you almost didn’t notice him walking back into the kitchen. Without the light flipping on suddenly, you probably wouldn’t have noticed him. A groan left your lips at the sudden brightness, and a chuckle left his at the sound of your annoyed noise. He set the takeout bag on his countertop before turning towards the cabinets opposite of where you sat. Two plates later and Harry was by your side, scooping chips onto your plate with his nimble fingers. He handed you the white, ceramic plate with a quick peck before he turned back to make his own plate up. 

“Sir,” You hummed out, popping a chip into your mouth, “Where is my malt vinegar and tomato sauce.”

“It’s comin’, angel.” He snorted, shaking his head before he lifted his thumb to his mouth. 

Your face paled and your lips parted as you watched him suck the salt off the tip of his finger absentmindedly. He turned around on socked heels, moving towards the brand new fridge to retrieve the condiments you requested. He held the bottles between his fingers, reaching out for his plate with one hand before he nodded towards the doorway of his kitchen. 

“Let’s take this upstairs and get comfortable.” He suggested. “I’m dying to get out of these bloody jeans.”

“They keep getting tighter and tighter, don’t they.” Your eyebrows moved in a suggestive manner as Harry rolled his eyes, turning his back towards you as you hopped from the countertop. “I do have to say I’m enjoying it.”

“You already know how big my dick is, there’s not really much left for you to imagine.” He snorted out a laugh as you both walked down the hallway, towards the staircase. 

“Your bum looks really fucking good in them though.” With a soft pinch to his rounded cheek, you proved your point.

“Oi!” Harry jumped, shooting a playful glare over his shoulders. “Keep your hands to yourself, missus. I don’t need my house smelling like malt vinegar because your grabby hands made me drop the bottle.” 

“You love my grabby hands.” You giggled as you followed him up the staircase. “Have I told you that I love the remodel yet?”

“Mentioned it once or twice.” He chuckled lowly. “Thank you for all of your very strong opinions on the color palette, by the way.”

“You’re very welcome.” You hummed out, reaching for a chip as you cleared the last few steps of the staircase. “I think it looks really nice.”

“I really like the darker tones that you picked.” He pushed his bedroom door open with his elbow, revealing the emerald, burnt orange, and blush tones of his bedroom. “I especially love your idea for the bedroom.”

“It’s almost as if people pay me to write about this kind of stuff.” You snorted, setting your plate down on the side of his bed that you claimed over a year ago. “Wild.”

“Piss off.” He rolled his eyes, setting his own plate on the velvet comforter. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’ll bring you something comfy to change into.”

“Mkay.” You effortlessly lifted the hem of your little black dress over your head, dropping the garment to the floor before you slid under the emerald sheets. 

The rich, jewel tones combined with the blush and light tan created the perfect seventies rockstar vibe. The shapes and artwork on his wall brought pieces of his favorite time period to his everyday life, fueling his inspiration as continued to embark on his musical journey. After Harry returned, already dressed in his pajamas, you took the vintage band shirt he offered with a smile. You slipped it over your body as he climbed in bed next to you. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, eating your late night fish and chips with content hums and greasy fingers. You felt your head start to come down from the high the tequila brought you, the dizzy cloud hanging over your head drifting away with each bite you took. When you were finished with your food, Harry disappeared with your dirty plates before returning with two large glasses of water. He turned the lights off in the bedroom, handing you a glass with firm instruction. 

“Drink up.” He started to sip at his own water as you rolled your eyes, tipping the glass back like you were asked. 

When your water was downed and you were finally laying down next to Harry, you reached up to brush your knuckles over his cheek with a sleepy smile. 

“Hi.” You whispered. 

“Hello, lovely.” He turned his head, kissing your wrist softly. “I’m glad to have you back for a while. It’s been far too long since we’ve caught up.”

“I know.” Your hips wiggled until you were nearly flush with Harry’s front, your legs slotted between his as your hand brushed over his side. “I missed you.”

“I missed you.” He mumbled against your forehead. “Don’t leave me for so long again.”

“If I recall, you left me in Los Angeles.” With a tilt of your head, you capture his lips with your own in a tender and slow kiss. 

Everything was innocent until your hand slipped between your bodies, subtly palming his cock through the plaid of his pajama pants. Harry gasped when you bit down on his lower lip, palming him with a little more enthusiasm than before. It didn’t take long for Harry to have you on your back, his hips pressing yours into the mattress with little rolls and grinds. Desperate hands pushed under soft shirts, grasping at clammy skin as Harry started to kick the duvet towards the end of the bed. When his lips started to trail over your jaw, and down your neck, you started to lose the patience you had stored up. 

You didn’t want to wait any longer. 

Impatiently, you tugged at Harry’s shirt until it was over his head and on the floor alongside your dress. Your shirt was the next to go, falling in a heap with the other fabric as Harry sponged kisses over the swell of your breast. 

“Harry,” You gasped as his tongue swirled over your nipple. “Please, baby.”

“M’getting there.” His voice was low and hoarse as he moved to your other breast “Let me take my time, angel.”

“Please, Harry.” Your fingers scratched lightly against his back as your hips lifted up. “I can’t wait.”

He lifted his head from the crook of your neck, looking down at your face with a smug grin. 

“You need it that bad, angel?” Sparse kisses were left over your warm cheek as Harry waited for your answer. “Need to hear you say it.”

“I need you.” You whispered. “I need you to fuck me.”

“There’s my good girl.” 

His lips pressed into yours hungrily as your hands pushed his pajama pants down. 

You gripped his bum, making sure to dig your nails into the sensitive skin softly. Your giggle was drowned out by the groan that vibrated against your lips. He didn’t stop though, his tongue slipping over yours as he pushed your panties to the side. Your hand worked over his cock in long, slow pumps as he panted against your lips. Soon, he was the one who was desperate to be inside of you. His hips were rutting into your hand, the leaking tip of his cock bumping against your soft thigh as you continued to tease him. 

“Thought you needed me.” He let out a breathy chuckle, glancing between your naked bodies to watch your hand stroking over his cock. “Let me in, angel.”

“I’m having fun.” You whispered, adjusting your head on the mound of soft pillow behind you as Harry looked into your eyes. 

“I’m not.” He grumbled. “Promise to make it so good for you, angel.” 

“I know it’ll be good.” You lifted your chin, puckering your lips out. “Kiss me.”

When his lips met yours, you guided the head of his cock towards your entrance. 

It took him no time at all to sink into your velvety walls. 

When you initiated this, you assumed the movements between you would be fast and desperate. You were both tired and sobering up, the clock reading well past three a.m. on Harry’s bedside table. In theory, you should be trying your best to rub one out before passing out in a heap in the middle of the bed. But Harry refused to let your first time after six months apart be rushed and desperate. His thrusts were planned and deliberate, sharp and precise as he hovered over your body with hungry eyes and a clenched jaw. His curls brushed against your neck and your chest, causing you to giggle and shrink away from time to time. 

“I swear to fuck I’ve never felt anything so heavenly.” Harry gasped against your cheek before his head tilted down. He watched his cock, coated in your combined arousal, plunging in and out of your needy walls. “So tight and wet fo’ me, aren’t you angel.”

“Yes.” Your fingernails dug into the slick skin of his sides, searching for something to keep you anchored to this earth. “I’m close.”

“Can feel it.” He nipped at your bottom lip. “Squeezing me so tight.”

“Are you close?” A whimper followed your question, the head of Harry’s cock nudging the perfect spot in your walls. “Fuck, H.”

“Yeah, angel, I’m right there.” Nimble and calloused fingers started to circle your clit, moving in the direction that never failed to push you over the edge. “Cum fo’ me, love. Cum on your favorite cock.”

Your lips parted, breath catching in your throat as you clenched your eyes shut. 

The tight knot in your lower belly exploded, causing your toes to curl into the sheets and your hips to lift off the bed. Soon, they were pushed right back down as Harry grunted into your collarbone, his hips pushing forward as his cum coated your walls. The skin of his chest against yours was tacky and warm, sweat shared between you both as his arms wrapped around your torso to keep you close as your walls milked his cock.

When all was said and done, you were sprawled over Harry’s chest. 

Your fingers trailed over his butterfly tattoo as you tried to keep the blissful smile from your lips. 

“I love you.” Harry’s nose nuzzled into the hair at the top of your head, his words causing your finger - and your steady breathing- to stop. “I love you so fucking much and I’m tired of pretending that I don’t. I’m tired of going to these parties and spending our nights out with those people. I’m tired of acting like this is just something we do when we’re bored of everyone else, Y/N. I love you and I need to know if you feel the same way.”

Your eyes watered, a happy emotion bubbling up in your chest as you tried to process his words. 

Harry loved you. 

Harry loved you. 

Harry loved you.

“You were never just something to pass the time when I was bored.” You croaked out, lifting your head up as a few tears fell onto his chest. “I’ve always loved you, Harry, and I don’t ever want to let you go.”

“M’yours if you’ll have me.” His voice was gruff as he lifted a hand, brushing his thumb over your soft cheek to catch your tears. “I promise.”

“If you’re mine, them I’m yours.” You pushed forward, connecting your lips. “S’about time you made a move. You’ve been calling me missus for years.”

You snuggled back into Harry’s chest as he let out a tired chuckle. 

“Always knew you’d be my missus one day.” He mumbled. “Gonna keep you around forever, angel.”

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You had the string of the tea bag twirled around your forefinger.

Slowly, you dipped it into the mug of steaming water, humming along to the record you put on Harry’s vinyl player in the corner of his kitchen. Even after your very late, and very active night, you couldn’t find it in yourself to stay in bed past seven, no matter how hard you tried. That was something you had in common with Harry. You were both early risers, your natural body clocks pulling you out of slumber as the sun started to rise in the sky. 

After laying in bed for an hour with open eyes and a silly smile, replaying Harry’s words from the night before, you decided to stumble out of bed for a cup of tea. You slipped Harry’s discarded pajama pants, pulling the red and black checked flannel up your legs and over your hips before you grabbed his shirt. It was one of your favorite shirts he owned and you knew that he would have some choice words to share with you when he saw the fabric hanging off your frame. 

You set Harry’s mug aside as your tea steeped, leaving the bag in his mug without any added water. If you were going to get some work done while you could, you didn’t want his tea to go cold on the counter. Blowing the steaming liquid in your mug gently, you turned towards your laptop on the kitchen island, pressing your hip against the edge of the granite countertop. Your mug found it’s home by your left hand as you powered up your laptop. 

Harry liked to joke that you were a workaholic and that you needed to learn about work life balance, but you would always snort at his words and roll your eyes. He knew he was being hypocritical, but he loved getting a rise out of you from time to time. If you were being honest, you loved letting him do it. When your laptop was on, you started to move the wireless mouse around the granite countertop, squinting your eyes at the picture your editor sent you. As you lifted your mug of tea to your lips, you heard the shuffling of socked feet against the hallway floors. A happy smile pulled at the corner of your lips when Harry’s lips pressed into the back of your head, his fingers curling around your shoulder to stable himself as you put your tea down. 

“Woke up this mornin’ and I couldn’t find my pajamas.” His voice was still thick with sleep, his words cracking on every other syllable. “But I guess I’ve found the culprit.”

“Guess so.” You chuckled softly, tilting your head back as you lifted your hand to squeeze his fingers that rested against your shoulder. “Kettle is still hot.”

“You mean to tell me-” His arms were quick to slip around your body, pulling you close as he whispered in your ear. “You stole my pajamas, left me in bed all alone, and now you’re not even gonna fix me a bloody cup of tea? How positively rude of you, my love.”

“Harry!” You giggled and squirmed as he began to nip playfully at the skin of your neck. 

“What love?” He teased, squeezing you hard as he moved you back from the counter. “Can’t handle a bit of scruffy kisses.”

“More like toothy kisses!” You squealed as he lifted you a little, your toes brushing against the hardwood floors. “You’ve got no scruff!”

“Take tha’ back!” He laughed loudly, his arms loosening around you before he flipped you around. You were facing him now, his sleepy smile creating little wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, and his lips raspberry red. You glanced down quickly to see him in only his boxer briefs, his tattoos on full display. “Take it back right now.”

“No,” You giggled before pressing your lips together, shaking your head defiantly.

“Take. It. Back,” He said slowly, backing you towards the counter with a sinister smirk on his lips. You shook your head again and he returned the gesture with a soft chuckle. “You’re a brat.”

“I am not.” You smirked. “I’m an angel.”

“An angel?” He snorted, rolling his eyes. “You’re a little devil, that’s what you are.”

You tossed your arms around his neck, gripping his hair as he ducked his head to your neck again, nipping at your skin as your back hit the counter. “Harry,” You said in a soft warning.

“What?” He mumbled into your skin. “Can’t take it?”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” You whispered, rolling your lips in after you’d said it. He lifted his head, his eyes narrowed playfully.

“You think I won’t finish this?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You think I won’t take you right here?”

“I know you won’t,” You taunted him, biting your lower lip. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but I would,” He chuckled, his fingers already digging into the band of his own pants on your hips. He snapped the band softly before leaning in to brush his lips against yours. “Turn round love.”

“Make me,” You whispered, quirking your brow up with a smirk of your own.

Harry laughed softly before spinning you around.

Your hands slapped down on the countertop, steadying you as your knees began to quake ever so slightly in anticipation. He quickly pulled your pants down, your panties sliding with them as he kissed over your t-shirt covered shoulder. Your lower belly clenched from the swift movement and you nearly moaned out as his hand gripped your bare bottom, squeezing softly as he sighed out. With a pained moaned, Harry’s thumbs spread you apart, baring you for his hungry eyes to feast upon. The cool air has you clenching, your eyes fluttering shut as you inhaled. 

Soon, his fingers skimmed around your hip to part your clenched thighs, slipping between your legs in a teasing manner. He brushed the tops of your right thigh with his nails in a light scratch as he pushed your hair aside with his free hand, kissing over the back of your neck. You were practically thrumming now. You didn’t know you were ready for him until he’d started teasing you so charmingly. That man could make you wet within seconds just with a look.

“Do you want it like my shirt says love?” He whispered in your ear, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. 

You were confused for a moment as he pushed your feet aside with his own, spreading you a little more as his right hand pulled your hips back towards his, his left hand pushing your lower back until you were in place with your ass up and your knees knocked to the countertop. You felt so vulnerable and open, the cool morning air brushing past your soaked lips as Harry put you into the perfect position. You gasped when you finally felt him, the leaking tip of his cock brushing over your ass before he moved it between your legs. He brushed his tip over your lips, the sound shooting straight to your core as you wiggled your ass just a little for him in the form of a desperate plea.  

“Yeah, my angel wants it hot n’ hard this morning.” A devilish chuckle caused you to whimper before your teeth sunk into your lower lip. “Isn’t that right?

“Fuck, Harry.” You keened out as Harry sunk into your waiting walls, bottoming out swiftly. 

“You didn’t answer my question, angel.” He tutted, settling his hands on your hips as you felt your walls flutter around his shaft. “Tell me how you want it.”

“I want it,” You gasped out, nodding your head. “I want it just like that, Harry. Please fuck me like your shirt says, please.”

“See,” He grunted, pulling back out to the tip before pushing in again quickly, knocking your hips forward. “You’re no angel.”

“I am,” You whimpered  as he started his rhythm, desperate whines pulling from your lips as he continued his torturously slow thrusts. “M’an angel, H. I’m your angel.”

“Prove it love.” He gritted out between clenched teeth as you clenched around him. “Be good for me, my love. Be the sweet angel that I know you are.”

“I’m your angel, I- I promise,” You cried out as his hips started to pick up speed. He still pulled out, holding his tip in your entrance for a moment before slamming back in, but it was quicker and a little sloppier than before. You could tell that he was close. “Harry fuck, please.”

“Please, what?” He gasped, pressing his chest into your back as his right hand slipped up to fondle your breast, his left hand sliding down to your clit. “You want me to make you cum?”

“Oh,” You cried out as he started to roll his hips, his thrusts deeper with the new angle he was fucking you at. “Yes, please make me cum around your cock. Please make me cum, daddy.” 

“Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth.” His breath was hot against your ear for just a second, his hips knocking yours flush against the countertop with harsh thrusts. “Thought you were my angel?”

“I am!” You cried out as he lifted his chest slightly, his right hand gripping your hip tightly as he held you in place. “M’your angel.”

“Not with a dirty mouth like that,” He chuckled darkly as your torso fell to the countertop. “My beautiful girl, you want so bad to be good for me don’t you? You want to make daddy proud, don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly as he grunted, dropping his forehead to your shoulder with a low curse.

“Then cum for me,” He growled out the order, moving his fingers faster against your clit. “Cum.”

By some miracle, his command had your body slipping over the edge just moments later. Maybe it was the sound of your hips smacking together in a place that wasn’t meant for sex. Or maybe it was the grip he had on your hip, holding you in place while he fucked into you without mercy. Or maybe it was just your body wanting to prove that you were his obedient little angel. It was like you belonged to him in the sweetest and most sensual way. 

Your ograsm hit you like an earthquake, causing you to toss your head back as your knees turned to jello. He stilled inside of you, crying out as he fell into you, pressing you harder into the countertop so that you both had some sort of support as he released himself inside of you just like he did last night. Nothing felt better than going bare with him, nothing felt better than him cumming deep inside of you this way, claiming you as his own in some sort of primal way. 

“Fuck,” You cried out, your voice hoarse and your throat dry. “Just wanted a bloody cup of tea you animal.”

“This was all you,” He snorted out a laugh, kissing your shoulder repeatedly as he slowly slipped out of you, trying not to hiss as the chilly morning air hit his softening cock. “You taunted me.”

“You were being mean to me,” You pouted, turning around slowly to look up at him. “Called me a brat and everything.”

“You know you’re my angel.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “You always will be.”

“Thank you,” You hummed softly as he gripped your hips and pulled you closer for a deep kiss before peppering his lips over your cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” He mumbled into your lips, smiling at the new sentiment that you now had the chance to share with each other. “But I am tired and I would like to spend the morning in bed with you.”

“I’ve got some work to do.” You whispered. “I’ll make you some tea and you can snuggle up on the couch?”

“S’not the same.” He pouted, whining softly. “I want you next to me, my love.”

“Fine, I’ll sit with you for a little bit.”

“Thank you,” He smiled happily. “Can you bring me cereal too?”

“Yes, master.” You snorted, rolling your eyes again. “Right after I finish cleaning myself up and putting my clothes back on.”

“I have an even better idea though,” He whispered lowly, brushing his nose against yours. “I take you upstairs and clean you up with my mouth and we don’t put clothes back on at all.”

“Fucking hell.” You whimpered as he dipped a hand down between your legs again, plunging his middle finger into your walls. “Harry, I’m-“

“Shh, let me clean you up,” He smirked, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Let me have a taste of us. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day after all, angel.”

[emiewritesthings]

a place of our own - jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n and jay throw a small get together in celebration of buying their first house together

requested?: yesss by anonymous  (can I request a Jay x reader where it took some time for the together but they've been now dating for 2 or 3 years and decided to move in together and they celebrate it throwing a party with close friends and jay surprises her proposing with a heartfelt speech? please and thank you 🥰 )

warnings: none

a/n: thank you for all your support over the past week :) it literally makes me so emotional to think people are liking what i write. any feedback is always welcomed, thank you for everything 

- emie <3

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in all honesty, when jay had put the deposit down for the house, y/n didn’t know what he saw in it. it was their first time buying a house as a couple, both giving up their apartments that were on the opposite ends of the city to be reunited in a place of their own. 

it was beaten up pretty badly; a few of the front windows were missing the glass, spray paint decorated a few of the bricks courtesy of some local kids. not to mention it was cold and damp, not giving off the warmest of welcomes. but jay was adamant that it was their house, their home.

it took its time, but months later y/n had to admit that the transformation the brick structure had undergone was remarkable.

everything y/n could want was handed to her on a silver platter. the once yellow tinted cream, mouldy walls had been covered by a fresh layer of grey paint. the broken floorboards replaced and covered by thick, soft carpets. y/n had nominated herself as chief decorator, since she had no desire to help jay deal with the technical stuff earlier on in the project. not that jay was complaining.

y/n could still remember the look of shock when she had returned from her ‘quick trip’ to ikea with a large amount of pillows and throws, stressing they were essential pieces of her aesthetic. but jay didn’t mind, he loved the thought of living a house that was covered in reminders of the woman he loved so dearly. 

it was sometime in mid-july when y/n had declared she had officially finished the renovation of 1135 Butterfly Gardens. for a week or so, the pair allowed them to soak in their hard work, admiring how each room was a reminder that they were finally together. 

to think that the two had been so hesitant to start dating in the beginning felt ridiculous. y/n cursed her past self for never daring to admit her feelings to jay earlier, but she was thankful for the last 3 years they had spent together. 

side by side till the end of the line.

 it had been one of those cliche quotes that jay had bought on a card for their first anniversary, but it had strangely stuck. y/n had assured that in their room hung a picture of the two with the words carefully printed beneath it.

of course, in traditional y/n style, she couldn’t wait to invite their friends over. it had been on their day off that they had invited the members of their chosen family over to the house. y/n had been rushing around cleaning every surface in sight, as if their friends would turn their noses up at the sight of a speck of dusk. but y/n couldn’t help it, cleaning was her coping mechanism. and she couldn’t deny the anxiety raketing through her veins.

unfortunately she had been so caught up in her own head, that she had failed to notice the strange behaviour she was receiving from her other half. jay had been acting rather distant in the days leading up to the party. he would go out for long ‘walks’, coming back and locking himself in what y/n called his ‘mancave’. he would take calls outside and when y/n asked him what was wrong he would brush it off and just kiss her lips in hope of distracting her. obviously it worked every time, who wouldn’t be with a man like jay halstead kissing them?

the ringing of the doorbell had caught y/n off guard. having spent the majority of her day in the kitchen cooking every recipe her grandmother had ever taught her, she abandoned the oven mitts and sprinted in the direction of the front door. thankfully, however, by the time she reached it, jay was already stood with kevin, adam, will and nat. 

“there she is, the woman of the hour!” kevin cheered, being the first to embrace her tightly into his large, muscular arms. his lips pressing a sweet kiss onto her forehead in joy of seeing the woman.

kevin and y/n had gone to school together since elementry, in fact y/n had helped kevin for years raising his two siblings. he had been the one to introduce jay to y/n, when she showed up to the district, ready to spend her lunch break with her best friend.

let’s just say kevin had given her a slight nudge to reveal her true feelings to jay, telling her he had already brought a suit for their wedding. classic kevin, dramatic as always. 

letting her go, y/n hugged the rest of the group. thanking them for their house warming gifts that they had given to jay. by the end of the hour their house was filled with close friends. y/n had been so busy catching up with those she hadn’t seen in weeks that she had hardly seen jay all day. the times she had seen him, he had made an excuse to leave and go find will, who now she thought about it had been smiling at her an awful lot. 

walking into the backyard with kim and nat stuck to her side, she couldn’t help but feel her entire soul relax at the sight of her man sat in a garden chair, chuckling along with something that adam had said.

with a mission in her hands, she didn’t even glance at the spare garden chairs littered around the garden. instead, y/n walked up to jay and perched herself on his lap. a worrying thought passing her mind that she was too heavy, but before she could consider getting off, jay weaved his arms around her waist pulling her closer. 

“hey, baby.” he greeted, pressing his lips against the skin her yellow sundress exposed on her shoulder. the feeling was addicting, but with company around, it was gone as quick as it arrived. 

“am i losing my mind or have you been avoiding me?” blunt as always, y/n looked back at jay. her eyes studying how his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. y/n knew jay was a good liar, i mean part of his job was going undercover and keeping up a lie. meaning whatever he was hiding, whatever he wasn’t telling her had to be big. 

“of course not, i’ve just been busy, you know?” y/n didn’t know, because he had been taking extra measures to spend time with anyone but him. she had seen him have a thirty minute conversation with mouch about his favourite type of chile. if that was what busy looked like, she might have muddled up her definitions up. 

“okay then.” she stated blankly, standing up with such force that jay’s arms instantly fell off her body. jay watched with cautious eyes, half expecting y/n to dig deeper into whatever was going on, but instead she took a seat in between adam and kevin. her eyes didn’t glance over to him once, instead she began conversation with the two men with no intentions of inviting jay into their whispers.

jay frowned, knowing she was serving him a large dish of his own medicine. the feeling of someone patting him on the shoulder made him draw his eyes away from y/n and land of his brother, who was smirking like an idiot.

“she really has you wrapped around her finger, huh?” he teased, handing jay another beer that he had left for a few moments before y/n’s arrival. not bothering to give his brother the satisfaction of answering, he brought the bottle to his lips and took a large swig. feeling the taste ease his nerves before shoving it back in his brother’s hands.

“i’m gonna do it.” he confirmed, nodding his head more to motivate himself than will. the doctor patted his back lightly, urging him to go on. subtly jay tapped his jacket until he felt the cube-shaped object against his chest. briniging himself to his feet, he wandered away from the group and stood in the middle of the garden.

“excuse me! excuse me!” the music that was lightly playing from the various speakers placed around silenced, thanks to the help of will. all eyes, including that of his beloved, moved to him. a slight chill running through him as his mind reminded him that he was doing this and he was doing this now. “i just wanted to say a big thank you to all of you for coming to celebrate with me and y/n. hell knows, we would most likely not even be together if it wasn’t for some of you guys, so it’s a pleasure to be sharing this step in our relationship with you guys.” 

jay’s chest fell tight with anticipation. breath, come on halstead, he thought.

“sometimes i think about the first time i met y/n, i think about how much time we wasted trying to trick ourselves into believing we were ever ‘just friends’. quite frankly i think i fell in love with her the moment i met her. i had this beautiful, intelligent, unbelievably challenging woman in front of me and i nearly let her go.”

jay had to take a second to keep the tears in his eyes at bay, mustering up the courage to look at y/n, who had began to become emotional herself. with a simple outreached arm, y/n got the hint that he wanted her by his side, as she pushed herself away from the white plastic chair and joined him. hand in his, smiling up as he continued.

“i don’t want to imagine a life without you. without your awful singing, without your obsessive cleaning, without your strange taste in tv shows,” the crowd chuckled, but jay wasn’t even paying attention, caught up in the loving storm behind y/n’s eyes. “i’m done wasting my time because for once in my life i know what i want.”

not knowing what was about to happen, y/n’s face dropped as jay fell to one knee. his hands shaking as one of them searched into his jacket pocket before bringing out a scarlett velvet box. y/n had to swallow the sob of pure joy, when he pried it open revealing the significant jewel resting on the gold band. 

“y/n y/l/n i love you,” his voice cracked, making the crowd hollar in excitement. the sound of people taking photos didn’t throw off jay’s roll though. “and it would make me the happiest person alive if you would do me the honour of being my wife.” jay’s words were deep from his heart, as both pairs of watery eyes held one another’s gaze comfortingly. 

y/n had never imagined a life with anyone but jay. she couldn’t remember how many times they had stayed awake deep within the hours of the morning talking about their future together: getting married, having kids, getting a dog. but none of it felt quite as real as the moment she saw jay on his knee, with hope glazing all his features.

“yes.” she sang so softly that it could have easily been missed by anyone, but to jay it might as well have been yelled through a megaphone. 

“she said yes!” kevin yells, erupting the audience of the intimate moment into an uproar. jay stood from his position on the ground, not giving it a minute before pushing his lips against her’s. the kiss was filled with every ounce of passion they had felt over the years they had known one another. 

when y/n felt her chest squeeze against her lungs, she allowed herself to retract. keeping her forehead against his, she watched as he slid the ring out of the box and onto her finger. the midsummer sun catching the large diamond, making it light up like a disco ball. 

“so this is why you have been ignoring me?” she snorted, feeling ridiculous for thinking that he had been hiding some bombshell of a secret. jay’s cheeks filled with heat, as he looked from her eyes to her lips, before returning them to the loveable pools of colour.

“side by side,” he began, looking at her expectantly.

“till the end of the line.”

[bngtanah]

DBBG |Graduation Day

summary: Sam & Erin are university students who share a cheap one bedroom apartment above a shitty takeaway restaurant. Due to the limited space, they’ve grown accustomed to sharing just about everything, including the occasional kiss. pairing: Jung Hoseok (Samuel Park) x Named OC characters: meet the cast. genre: fluff, suggestive themes word count: 2.5k chapters: o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14 warning: mutual pining, making out, groping/heavy petting, childhood friends to lovers(in a sense, moonlight talks.

A/N: If anyone is actually interested in my multi-chapter fic, this is just a little flashback chapter that I couldn't get out of my head.

**Bolded speech denotes that the characters are speaking English.

16:04:00 PM

Samuel was nervous. Not because today was the day he'd been waiting for since he enrolled in Highschool, not because everyone in the auditorium where he was currently seated expected him and 152 of his classmates to begin their transformations into adulthood. It wasn't even because they volunteered him to be the representative of the graduating class, meaning he had to be the one to lead nine other students in presenting rice cakes to their teachers and hope that he didn't trip over his own two feet.

The only source of stress for Samuel on his graduation day was because his best friend was nowhere to be seen.

"She said she'd be here" Sammy muttered to himself as he lifted his head to look at the section his parents were sitting in once again. Erin's family sat in the same row, but there was still an empty spot where Erin was meant to be. Both sets of parents and younger siblings waved when they noticed him looking, they gestured for him to pay attention to the speaker instead of looking up at them every five minutes. Sam exhaled and reluctantly obeyed, turning back to the speaker up ahead of him just in time to be called up to the stage.

"You know he can't see you if you're crouching behind that pillar the entire time" James Anthony, Erin's father, whispered toward her as she tried to sneak another glance at Sammy walking toward the stage.

"I know Dad, that's why I'm hiding," She replied "I want to surprise him- Oh look! He's going on stage, aw he looks so cute in his uniform. Stop looking back here before he notices me."

James chuckled softly and leaned back into his seat, he'd given up trying to understand why his daughter did the things she did a very long time ago. Life for both of them was simpler that way.

"What are they doing now?" He whispered to Ariana, his wife, but she looked just as confused as he was.

"It looks like they're giving the teachers food? They didn't do that at Pumpkin's graduation did they?" She stated, referring to Erin.

"I don't think so."

"It's an old tradition," Sam's mother, Subin, interjected in a whisper, leaning over Erin's empty seat "Students give presents to teachers after an academic achievement, I think this is the first time they've done it here, though."

"Ooh..." James and Ariana sighed simultaneously.

The Anthony's couldn't have been blessed with better neighbours than Park Jooheon and his family. Moving to South Korea as a black family was hard enough to begin with but moving to an area where they were the only foreigner family made the first few months in the new country almost unbearable. James only knew a few Korean phrases since he frequently travelled back and forth from Texas for business but his wife and three young children knew none of the language at all. They hated being away from their friends, surrounded by people that looked at them like they were animals in a zoo, it was miserable.

That all changed when the Parks moved in next door. Subin and Jooheon Park were Korean by birth but had lived in California for most of their lives, their children were born there and if not for the deteriorating health of Subin's father they probably would have remained there. Both families took an immediate liking to each other and suddenly life in South Korea for the Anthony family wasn't so bad.

The ceremony ended with a thundering applause and the students quickly filed out of the auditorium after the faculty had left. The parents and family members in the audience began making their way toward the entrance to wait for their fresh graduates.

A few minutes later students began trickling out of the school's entrance, covered in flour and grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm free!" Sammy yelled at his family's direction as he all but ran towards them. Once he reached the group, everyone took their turn giving him words of encouragement and congratulations. As happy as Samuel was to be surrounded by so many people who cared for him, his face fell when he noticed one face that wasn't in the crowd.

"So.... I guess Erin didn't come?" Sammy asked, sounding somber as he glanced around the group and fully noticed her absence.

James and Ariana exchanged a short awkward glance. They didn't want to lie to him since they could see Erin quietly approaching him quietly from behind.

"Yah! You didn't think I'd miss your graduation day did you?" Erin exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind, pulling him closely against her. Sammy, utterly startled, screamed at the sudden contact but his momentary fear died down the second he heard Erin's voice. Sammy was sure he had never been happier than he was as that moment, all the disappointment he was feeling earlier melted away the second he felt Erin's arms around him. Then again, he was always happy when Erin was around; and even more so when she was touching him.

He spun around as quickly as his body would let him and wrapped his arms around her waist, his smiling face burrowing into the crook of her neck. "I thought you couldn't come," He said mumbled against her skin softly. Erin grinned and carded her fingers through his hair "Don't be silly, I would never miss this."

Subin and Ariana shared a knowing smile at the affectionate display and Jooheon cleared his throat nonchalantly to subtly remind the pair of "friends" that their hug was rapidly leaving friend territory.

Erin was the first to detach herself and step backward, making Sammy reluctantly let her go. "I really am proud of you," She said with a genuine smile as she pressed her palm against his cheek. Sammy nuzzled his face against her hand, humming softly like a kitten while still gazing down at his best friend with nothing but admiratioin in his eyes and mouthed a silent 'Thank you' 

"Well, Ariana and I didn't spend all day cooking to let it go to waste, who's hungry?"

Hours passed by, and before anyone noticed the sun had set, and the night was setting in. It was too late for Erin to take the bus back to Seoul so she stayed with her parents for the night, even if that meant waking up at the ass-crack of dawn so she wouldn't be late for her first class the next day.

Erin had already been asleep for over an hour when she heard her cell phone chirp the first time. She ignored it, at first, reasoning that if it was important, the person would call her instead of texting. Exactly five minutes passed before her phone began ringing.

"Yeah?" She answered groggily.

"I can't sleep," Samuel said, responding to a question Erin didn't ask.

"Guess what I was doing?" She yawned.

"Let's go to the beach."

"Sammy what the hell..." 

"Come on, it'll be fun!" He whispered, even over the phone Erin could tell he was giving her his most convincing smile.

She groaned and argued but rolled out of bed and got dressed, regardless. Not too long after they hung up Erin was awake and shuffling barefoot through the sand, hand in hand with an overly excited high school graduate. 

"The sky is so beautiful at night..." Samuel finally said as he stopped walking just a few feet from the shoreline, Erin was still half asleep and only grunted in response. 

"Erin.... can I ask you something?"

She nodded since her head was pressed against his shoulder and she still didn't feel like making full sentences.

"What's life like after graduation?"

Erin chuckled softly, glancing up at Samuel who was still looking forward at the waves rolling in.

"Is that what this is about? You're worried about what your life will be like now?"

"It's just...." Samuel shuffled awkwardly from the balls of his feet to his heels, "Up until now all the big decisions have been made for me you know? Now it's all up to me and I just want to make my parents proud of me.... I don't know if I can."

"You know your parents will be proud of you no matter what you do with your life. They love you,"

"Loving me isn't the same thing as being proud of me" Sam grumbled and kicked his foot against the sand.

"Come here," Erin sighed and grabbed his hands, pulling him back toward the dry sand. She took a seat and patted the ground next to her.

"Are you planning on selling drugs?"

Samuel smirked and shook his head.

"Your body?" Erin asked in a soft whisper, leaning forward with her eyebrow quirked upward.

"No," Samuel laughed and playfully nudged her shoulder.

"Then nothing else matters. As long as you're doing something that makes you happy and you're doing it to the best of your ability I can guarantee that Jooheon and Subin Park will support 100%. You know that."

Samuel considered her words for a few seconds then nodded, curling up his lips so that his dimples were prominent. "You're right"

"Of course I am..... Just promise me you'll stay happy alright?"

"Yeah...."

"Promise!" Erin repeated and hit him gently on the arm.

"Aish, I promise!" He hissed sharply even thought her hit didn't really hurt "When did my noona get so smart?" Sam simpered and gingerly pinched Erin's cheek. She tried to swat his hand away, but Sammy dodged her attack and launched a counter of his own. Reaching forward, Sam moved his fingers against Erin's sides to playfully tickle her which made her double over with laughter. Erin wasn't overly ticklish, but she was tired and possibly delirious which made her lot more sensitive than usual. Samuel found himself laughing at her amusing reaction as well, her head and upper body fell backward bringing Sammy right along with her. He hovered above her and peered down at her beaming face, it alarmed him just how much he wanted to kiss her at that moment.

Of course, he was already aware that Erin was beautiful, Samuel noticed that from the second he'd laid eyes on her. But this was the first time he was conscious of how much he was attracted to her. Her dark brown hair sprawled out over the sand in spiraling waves around her head as her laughing subsided and her chest rose and fell beneath him Sam was frozen in place above her.

"Are you okay?" She asked and reached up to move the hair that obstructed her view of his face, allowing her index finger to trail along his jawline before resting gently on his chest.

The warmth of her hand permeated throughout his skin, burning a lick of fire throughout his body and that single little touch was all it took to make Samuel lose total control of his senses.

His hand moved upward from her side to cradle Erin's chin. Confusion washed over her face, but any uncertainty about he was planning to do next left her the moment he began moving closer and she did nothing to stop him. Nervously he pressed his lips against hers and Erin's eyelids fluttered shut as she was overcome with a desire she didn't even know she possessed. Her mouth opened slightly and Samuel took that as a sign to continue. He tilted his head to deepen their kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips and tentatively caressing and massaging against hers.

Erin moaned softly and the sound only made it more difficult for Samuel to be sensible about the situation and stop himself before things got out of hand. Instead, the passion between them intensified, his hands began roaming her body freely as Erin's hands travelled underneath his t-shirt and her nails ran down the measure of his back with a light pressure.

The two separated momentarily, racing to catch their breaths as both of them stared the other down like they were seeing each other for the first time. Some awkwardness was expected, but that wasn't quite what they were feeling at that moment. Samuel was the first to smile. His fingertips trailing over her flushed skin, and Erin soon followed and traced the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip before their lips melded together again and Erin felt something stir in her that she was sure she’d never felt before. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him even closer, her legs parting so that he was slotted between them.

Sammy put all he had into the kiss now, no longer nervous or awkward about kissing her. It felt nice to be like this with his best friend; tongues massaging and bodies wrapped up in one another. He groaned as her nails pressed into his back again, and unconsciously his hips pushed forward to grind against her core as Erin matched each one of his slow strokes with a movement of her own.  He continued to kiss her with passion and fervor, his arm now supporting her lower back and his other hand held the back of her head. Sam slowed down the pace of their kisses, pulling away with her bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Erin's fingers rifled through his hair, a pleasurable moan tumbling from her lips as his mouth kissed a trail down her neck, nipping and sucking the skin there. “You are so beautiful” Sam complimented in a delicate voice as his hand moved from her back to smooth down her side, gripping her hips. His praise made Erin grin and she opened her mouth to respond, but her breath caught in her throat when she felt his hand move beneath the band of her sweatpants to rub outside her panties and stroke the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs.

The sound of footsteps behind them made Erin's eyes shoot open. A flashlight shone brightly on them and they both froze.

"Yah, perverts! What are you doing down there?" The voice wasn't familiar which mean it was probably a security guard and luckily not one of their parents.

"Oh shit, oh shitshitshitshitshitshit" Samuel panicked and scrambled off Erin's body while she pulled her hoodie over her head to cover her face.

"What do we do?" Erin asked before she felt Sammy grabbed her hand and interlace their fingers.

"Run."

[idkwhatimdoinghere89]

let me take care of you

Jonah x Female Reader 1,815 words Warnings: 18+, Sweet, fluffy smut. ***** It was a chill March morning, the first day of spring actually. Lily was my bright eyed and bushy tailed 2 year old bouncing around at roughly 6:30am. I groggily turned over and checked my phone.

"Leaving shortly, long night. See you soon love."

A small smirk grew across my face knowing my husband, Jonah, would be home soon. He had been switched to overnights and it was slowing taking a toll on his mental health. He already stresses easily. Whatever. Past life.

I finally gave in to Lily's pleas to come downstairs and start up pancakes for breakfast, something I promised her the night before.

Shortly after we ate I heard the purr of Jonahs car roll into the driveway, followed by a door shutting. Seconds later he lazily slumps in thru the front door. Hanging his coat on the nearby hook. I was sitting in front of the tv on the carpeted living room floor with Lily on my lap. Jonah wanders over, "Hi baby." Placing a kiss on the top of Lily's head, followed by a long one to my lips. "Hey" I smiled lightly, as he turned around and headed to the kitchen. I plopped Lily down with her teddy as I went to give Jonah some breakfast. "Stay here, baby."

I went out to the kitchen counter and grabbed the plate I had fixed for Jonah, pulled off the aluminum foil, tossing it, and setting the plate in the microwave for 2 minutes. I glanced over to my husband and he just sat there, head in his hands, eyes closed. I poured him a tall glass of orange juice and lightly set it down in front of him, lightly grazing my hand along his back as I did so. "Thank you." he said right before taking a sip. The microwave dinged and I carefully grabbed the plate, setting that down in front of him then grabbing some utensils from the drying rack by the sink.

I checked on Lily who was zoned into her cartoons. I went back into the kitchen and sat at the table across from my husband, he was already halfway done with the portion Id set in front of him. He glanced up at me with the softest, most exhausted weak-smile Ive ever seen. Ive never been so appreciative in my life. This man was providing so much for our little family. His boss promised he would only be on overnights for 6 months tops, that was nearly 8 months ago. But soon, soon this would be done and we could finally buy our dream house in the middle of the mountains we'd been saving for. We were so close. I had my degree in Education so I was fully able to home school Lily when it was time. But due to Jonahs hours I had to quit my job and cut down to part time hours as a hairdresser, luckily I still had my lisence to do so. I wasnt a ton of money but at least I was contributing. Soon, we would be out of this tiny apartment we were overpaying for.

"You okay?" I asked him softly. "Yeah.." he said through one long exhale through his last bite, gulping and sitting back in his chair ".. im over this, the overnights." shaking his head "..im exhausted, I barely slept yesturday and I was non stop all night.." he went on.

I hated it, I hated feeling useless. "Im sorry honey, I wish there was something I could do to make it better." I said to him. He leaned in and put his hand over mine. His eyes looking into mine.

"Hey, dont ever feel like this is on you. You do plenty. There isnt anything I wouldent do for you and Lily. Soon this will be over and well have that big house we always dreamed of. We've saved so much. Were gonna be completley self sufficient. We'll be free. I promise, Im gonna take care of the three of us." And with that a smile grew across my face. Feeling warm and comforted by his words.

My phone suddenly buzzed, snatching me out of my trance with him. It was from the Salon.

'Hey, so your 12PM client rescheduled for Saturday at 2PM is that alright?'

I stood up and went to the living room as I dialed the salon number as I quickly glanced at Jonah.

"Hey, I got your text. When is my next client after the one that rescheduled today? *...* Ok, um Can you push them to 5 for me please? Jonah had a rough night at work and I just want to let him sleep for a bit *...* Youre a lifesaver! See ya later" I hung up my phone and rejoined Jonah in the kitchen.

"I moved some clients around so Im not going in till 5, why dont you go upstairs and get some sleep." I said as I rubbed Jonah's shoulders lightly, then giving him a quick smooch on the side of his neck.

"Ok" he said with a light smile, grabbing one of my hands and kissing it lightly, then standing up to head upstairs.

As soon as I was done washing his dish and glass I headed to the living room where Lily was laying on the floor with her head resting on her teddy.

"Hey nugget, whatcha doin?" I sat next to her.

"Mama im sleepy." she said while sitting up and rubbing hereyes.

"Wanna take a nappy?" I asked her softly.

She nodded while rubbing her eyes once again while reaching both arms out to me.

I carried her upstairs and laid her down in her bed, where she was already passed out. I carefully set her teddy next to her and covered her, smiling as I watched her for a minute. I turned on the monitor on her dresser right next to her, and lightly closed her door. As I tip toed past my and Jonah's bedroom I heard his deep voice call out to me.

"Baby."

I peeked thru the door frame.

"Yeah?" I asked.

He patted his hand down to my spot.

"Come here" his low voice cracked.

I smirked and crept into the room, shutting the door. Walking over to the bed he never broke his gaze on me. It was now I noticed how blue his eyes seemed to turn, a little less sleepy, a little more wide.

As I approached he sat up just enough to reach over to me as I was climbing on the bed, grabbing me so I could straddle him. His hands began rubbing my thighs just going past the hem of my shorts, my hips, my stomach under my shirt, eventually reaching my breasts. His warm hands instantly relaxing me. As he reached my chest once again I felt him lightly push up into me, him very subtly exhaling as he did so. My hands covered his as he explored and massaged me while I was on top of him. After a few minutes I gave in and leaned forward and started kissing him. I paused for a second to take my tshirt off and immediatley resumed. His exhales were almost of relief, like he was starved for this after the night he had. It wasnt often we had sex, Lily was constantly awake. Thank God for this well timed nap.

We kissed for a few minutes before he took control and gently rolled me over so he was on top of me. He trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone before coming back up for air. He pulled at the waistband of my shorts to get them off of me along with my underwear. He leaned in to kiss me once again while slowly grinding against me. I reached down and lightly massaged him thru his boxer briefs. His forehead leaning against mine, we broke the kiss long enough to get his rock hard cock out of its confinement, not bothering to fully take his briefs off. I line him up to my entrance and he eases into me in one long thrust, my wetness aiding the movement. He slowly and lazily pumps into me while sucking on one particular sweet spot on my neck. I could already feel his arms shaking, struggling to keep his body weight up to the point where he shifted all his weight to one side. I cupped his face and planted a kiss on him and slowly shifted so I could easily roll on top of him. As soon as he was laid comfortably you could see the relaxation in his eyes. His mouth slightly agape. Lightly moaning as I grinded on him while running my hands up and down my torso. I began to bounce on him and squeezed myself tighter. He winced in response, causing him to grasp my hips very hard while furrowing his brow with his eyes squeezed shut. I moaned from the feeling of him inside me and the definite bruises I was going to have along my hip bones.

Suddenly, he pulled me forward, closer to him and began to pound me in earnest, with the small amount of energy he had left. I was out of breath with my head falling along the side of his neck. I heard his moans begin to turn into whines, I knew he was close. I pulled back and began kissing him, lightly moaning in eachothers mouths. He was still pounding into me when I suddenly felt that tickle in my core.

"Fuck" I gasped "Im gonna cum" I whined out to him. Closing my eyes in concentration.

He began fucking me harder with every ounce of energy he had left. He cupped my jawline with one hand, causing me to open my eyes to lock into direct eye contact with him. I was near gasping when I felt the sudden wave rush over me. Certainly not paying attention to how loud I was. Through my haze I felt Jonah whine out and groan, immediatley slowing down but still thrusting up into me a few final times, filling me. I collapsed into his arms for a few moments before pulling away and planting one final kiss on his lips. Him half asleep when I did so.

I grabbed my undies, shorts and shirt and headed to the bathroom. Just as I was about to close the door he groggily spoke while half asleep.

"Love you."

I smiled and closed the door, hoping he could sleep well for a few hours before I had to go in.

I situated myself in the bathroom and went out to the living room to tidy up.

Not even 2 minutes later I heard it through the baby monitor.. "Mama, im awake!"

"Wow.." I thought "..great timing." I laughed to myself as I headed upstairs.

[zayneternal]

《 Kiss Me Over Coffee 》

summary ↠ Your coworkers are ruthless, and the worst part? After years of teasing you for never having a New Year’s kiss, they still think it’s a joke. Stuck, yet again working your least favorite shift on your least favorite day, it’s all you can do not snap some necks when your least favorite person can’t miss her chance to take a dig at your singleness. At least they scheduled the new barista with those dimples to work with you...

genre ↠ a cupcake of angst with fluff frosting | barista!tae member ↠ kim taehyung warnings ↠ rude thot word count ↠ 4.0k

moodboard by  @jiminspjm || Happy New Year to all of my homies. Here’s this random blurb inspired by Tae’s recent attempts to wreck my bias and the infamous kiss that all the lone peeps at the party stand awkwardly for. Let’s go.

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It isn’t the crowd that has your shoulders in knots. 

It’s not the roar of the multiple mounted flat screens hung around the room, one of which insists on emitting the most subtly annoying fuzz that you can’t seem to tune out from the undercurrent of the excitedly conversing space. It’s not the spillage of overzealous and over-caffeinated strangers that hasn’t failed to catch the corner of your eye every minute or so, each drop of rich, caramel-colored liquid that sloshes haphazardly over the edge of the cup agony to witness drop out of sight towards the wood varnished floor. You know you’ll be the one scrubbing up the stains a few hours from now. 

No, it’s not even the fact that this idiotic rush of inconsiderate customers has left you with the abhorrent mountain of dishes in which you’re currently buried up to the elbows, complete with ravines of suds and pools of murky water, your lower back already starting to feel the dull ache that lingers after a shift bent over the awkwardly low sink hidden behind the coffee bar. However, despite your compromising posture and ever-growing frustration with how hot it seems to be amidst all of this unwanted body heat swimming in the air, what truly has your muscles pulled taught and throbbing with the weight of an annoyance purer and more cutting than diamonds is that caterwaul of high pitched squalling that someone had the audacity to label laughter careening into the air again. 

You would gladly bar your tongue from ever complaining about the rest of your problems for the rest of forever if it meant you could go five minutes without being subjected to that tortuous sound. As if on cue, the guffawing screech tumbles out and slices right through the rest of the chaos abounding around you, cutting straight to your ears that are starting to heat red as you feel your fraying edges begin to snap.

The milk steaming pitcher that you had been vigorously scrubbing is suddenly being slammed to the metal of the sink counter by tense hands, every nerve ending you own hauling all-hands-on-deck to reel your frustration back in, uncaring to the geyser of lukewarm water that bubbles over the edge of the sink and onto your worn converse. “I swear, I will rip those fucking vocal chords right out of her throat.” 

“Whoaaa, getting a teensy bit aggressive for such a happy occasion, aren’t we?” a familiarly teasing voice suddenly sounds from over your shoulder, breaking you momentarily from your ravenous reverie. 

Taehyung. One of the newer baristas hired on a few months before the holiday’s had started, though not the newest, so none of you had much cause to pick on him anymore--not that that’s stopped you. Overbearingly confident and annoyingly sarcastic, he’s the perfect mixture of everything that makes someone just insufferable enough to find endearing, though you would never let on to that notion, rolling your eyes to his face while finding it hard not to smile to yourself the moment he’s sauntered away. You still swear it’s the dimples that got him hired, customers can’t resist a good set of dimples.

Tonight, however, you’re not so easily swayed from your rut of barely contained rage, the milk pitcher slipping back into the water as you huff the floating strays of your hair from your face, shoulders aching as you force them to roll back. “‘Happy occasion’ according to the young and drunk,” you scoff, your eyes flitting sideways to see Taehyung setting down the stacked boxes of various decafs, flavors, and blends that had been running low along the coffee wall. 

“You’re young,” Taehyung offers, revealing that half-smile of his as he straightens up, dark locks pushed off his forehead.

“I’d rather be drunk,” you mutter, teeth gritting with the re-tensing of your shoulders as that laugh soars into the air once more, so potent and pure, you’re convinced she’s targeting you. 

Taehyung’s low and breathy chuckle pulls you away from the noise and commotion on the other side of the coffee bar again, your gaze traveling back to where he’s now leaning his long frame against the counter beside you, his arms crossed casually over his chest. “Hmm, I don’t know. You seem like you’d be a dangerous drunk.” He attempts to appear thoughtful, scrunching his eyebrows in joking concern, a tantalizing tease still twinkling in the irises that flit towards the source of your frustrations.

“Lethal,” you assure, meeting his deep, chocolate, doe eyes with your daggers for only a moment before that half-smile is reappearing so slowly you find yourself mirroring it, allowing the stretch of your lips to refresh you momentarily before you catch yourself. “Stop that, I’m annoyed.”

“Stop what?” Taehyung questions even though his growing, boyish grin reveals that he knows exactly what.

You roll your eyes, a different kind of frustration bubbling in your stomach. “Just go finish the coffee wall, you idiot,” you reply instead, jabbing a finger back towards the boxes of beans he’d deposited. “If we’re late getting out of here, I’m blaming you for distracting me.” 

Instead of replying right away, you feel Taehyung move a step in your direction, drawing your gaze for the third time as your wide eyes catch his hand raising towards you. Choking on your words, you watch his face as the back of his jointed knuckle brushes across the apple of your cheek, his lips slightly parted as his eyes train on the spot. It’s over, and he’s pulling away as quickly as he approached, smiling softly to himself in thought. “Soap on your face,” he clarifies simply before turning and ambling off back to his closing duties.

You blink back your confusion as you watch him go, having to shake away the last of the small exchange before returning to your own task, memory already being filed away along with the plethora of other strange interactions between you and Taehyung since he started here. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s left you dazed and speechless, and you’re sure it’s probably not the last. 

With some sheer stroke of dumb luck, you’re able to get through the rest of the dishes without any more interruptions, your hands almost pruning with how much water they’ve sifted through and lower back screaming for the relief you lavish upon it when you’re done, bending and stretching and cracking until you’ve restored some semblance of normalcy. Sighing into the first peaceful moment of the night, it feels, you begin glancing around the coffee bar, looking for the next job to speed up the closing process when you see a sight that makes your insides curl in the most vile way.

Approaching the register at the other end of the bar is none other than the keeper of The Laugh™, the sight of her emerging from the masses and into your line of sight forcing your hands in clenched balls at your sides. Suddenly, the past 20 minutes of freedom from that siren seem all the more precious, and you wish you could slink back into them until this hellish evening finally comes to a close. You grit your teeth, eyes frantically looking to Taehyung only to find him intermingled in the crowd along the far wall, somewhat struggling to refill the numerous jars of beans in the shelves with a stray hip or elbow bumping into him every other minute. 

With no one else on shift at the moment to save you from your doom, you close your eyes, taking in a ragged and shallow breath that’s pretending to be under control and begin to make your way to the register where Ms. Giggles is emanating a lesser version of her product towards the boy she’s hooked around. He seems almost oblivious to the sound--bless his heart--whispering something down to her with a sly grin that sends her reeling just before you make it to the register, biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to not let your face give away any reaction.

“Y/N!” the girl greets animatedly the moment her attention is shifting at the sound of you clearing your throat. 

“Hi, Rose,” you respond with a half-hearted sigh. “Need something?”

“Just a chocolate donut and double shot English Toffee latte, thanks!” 

You quickly key in the order, adding the employee discount, and wait a moment while she looks to her arm candy with expectant eyes, beaming when he begins fishing his wallet from his pocket. “Having fun on your night off?” you carefully question as you take the cash being handed over.

“Oh, it’s been the best,” Rose grins, completely unaware to your sour mood. “I was soooooo relieved when Tiff let me off for New Year’s again. Oh my god, it’s such a disaster.” She laughs like a gossiping housewife from the south, unnecessary use of hand gestures included, before continuing. “I mean, I remember a few years ago when I did have this shift, and I barely had time to break at midnight for the New Year’s kiss!”

“No,” you gasp, raising your eyebrows in mock surprise to which she remains completely dense.

“It was so stressful,” she sighs, shaking her head. “If you aren’t starting your year off with someone you care about, then what’s the point?” She’s back to giggling in that high pitched manner, grinning in what you’re sure is supposed to be an endearing way, but for the life you, you just can’t seem to smile along.

Handing the change back to the man, you hold your breath, waiting for them to walk away in hopes your exchange will just end here, but as if Rose takes blithe delight in so innocently adding insult to injury, the next question that comes sends your taught shoulders slumping. “What about you, Y/N? Did you bring anyone this year to celebrate with?” 

It’s the same glorious inquiry you get every year without fail, always from whatever coworker and company shows up that year, and always succeeding in solidifying the shitty-feeling half of your emotional spectrum with a reminder that never gets easier to be reminded of. “No, Rose, I didn’t.”

She ceases the almost laughable way she’s scanning around the faces in the room, trying to seem optimistic as always that you’ll prove her wrong while really just waiting to hear the confirmation straight from your own lips. 

“Hmm,” she hums sadly, gazing at you in a sympathetic way that only makes you want to lunge across the counter. “Maybe next year, then! I’m sure of it.” 

You don’t even manage your usually well-rehearsed fake smile before she’s hopping away, boy in tow, to await the calling of the drinks you now have half a mind to spit in. 

“I...ah...I didn’t know you were a donut assassin.”

Your head whips around to find Taehyung nestled into the small space between the pastry counter and yourself, one elbow resting on the level surface while his free hand points down causing you to scrunch your brows at him. Your eyes trail along with his finger to find that your own are holding Rose’s chocolate donut in a vice grip, what was once circular goodness now just brown mush in your hand. 

Huffing in annoyance, you turn and throw the remains of the pastry into the garbage, shuffling over to the sink to rinse the sticky chocolate from your fingers and trying to ignore the way Taehyung’s presence seems insistent on following you. You scrub at your hands so hard that your skin is beginning to feel raw, but you can’t find it within yourself to stop, throwing all of your focus into the task already completed as your jaw tenses and un-tenses in tightly wound rhythm.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung’s voice creeps in ever so gently from beside you, the soft question, meant to soothe, only rubbing at your raw edges. 

“Would you just go do your job?” you snap, untamed eyes silently pleading behind the cold glare you’re shooting at him. He seems slightly taken aback by your outburst, usually cocked smile and confident gaze now almost lost looking, lips parted in a stuttered response that he decides is better left unsaid as he turns and silently leaves you to your brooding.

The rest of the night becomes no easier. 

You do what you normally do and shove all of the strangled emotions and bubbling thoughts to the backyard of your brain, throwing on a fake smile that just can’t seem to fit itself comfortably to your lips and bulldozing through the closing list like its completion is your ticket from hell. It’s not too far off.

Taehyung makes himself scarce the remainder of the shift, for which you’re not sure if you’re actually grateful for or not--a thought you kick out the backdoor with the rest of your troubles. The list is almost complete before the end of the night with you and Taehyung working around each other silently, but you begin to question what a good idea it was to throw yourself into your work so heavily by the time the hour of the main event arrives.

People had stopped ordering drinks a while ago, all raptured for the last 30 minutes around the TV’s all playing the New Year’s Eve countdown, awaiting the moment the ball finally drops. This, however, paired with your caught up list, means that you have nothing to distract you from having to watch it yourself. 

Your eyes feel heavy in their sockets as you slowly witness the ball begin to descend, your feet rooted at the back of the bar, lacking any form of energy as almost every person in the coffee shop grips onto the body next to them. Smiles and laughter and cheering raise in a chorus that reaches deaf ears, and pair after pair of lips meet in sweet and loving connections. You feel your fingers flex gently against your leg, a chill creeping into your hands as you fold them together in front of you, feeling your smothered emotions tapping at the backdoor as if they’ve gotten cold too. You even spot Rose, of all people, grinning against her date as he dips her down in a kiss that sends your blood curdling. You look away.

To anyone else, the moment would’ve seemed over just as quickly as it had begun, people still chattering happily as they gather their things and begin to move out of the cafe, back into the chilled night air, and on to their homes or possibly a bar with a different type of beverage service for a continued celebration. To you, however, the moment feels lodged in your mind like it is every year, that deep-seeded frustration pinching at your nerves more and more, anxious for the last of the customers to go so you can finally put this holiday behind you. 

“Maybe next year. I’m sure of it.” Rose’s broken-record voice has been squeezing at your patience since she gave her spiel, more-so than in years past for some reason, and even as the final customer bids a goodnight and you’re shutting the door behind him, you can’t shake the reminder that you’ve spent yet another year alone.  

The thought eats at you, slowly and maddeningly as you find yourself filling in your time card for the night, locking up the cash drawer, and shrugging your coat out of the closet in preparation to finally leave this now quiet hell-hole. Knowing Taehyung will lock up when he leaves soon after finishing taking the rags to washer, you push your way outside, welcoming the cold air that fans over your face in a brief respite before the thoughts start gnawing away at you once again. You turn and begin to forge your way up the dim sidewalk of downtown, the heavy music and loud conversations spilling out of some bar a block over doing little to distract you from the annoyingly incessant voice in your head. By the time you’ve crossed the street at the stoplight near where you’re parked, your eyes are practically burning with restrained frustration at how poorly this night has gone. Your irises are blurred with water as you sift around in your bag for your keys, fingers fumbling to grip them as they clang metallically to the pavement. 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you begin to bend down to retrieve them when a set of long and graceful fingers that don’t belong to you are wrapping around the object instead, its brother resting on your lower back as you stand upright, chilled hands wiping at your bleary eyes before you turn to face Taehyung. He’s standing cautiously close to you, his hand having moved from your back to your forearm as you turned, gentle fingers half-aware of their position on your person. He’s looking down at you with that same concerned expression from before, eyebrows folded in thought, eyes soft and solicitous, and lips pink and parted as you take him in. 

“Y/N,” he breathes slowly, his voice jarring you out of your stun as you shake your head, gingerly pulling your arm from his hand as you step back.

“What?”

He sighs, his hand dropping back to his side after it hovers for a small moment, his eyes still searching your face in a way that makes your own gaze trail the ground, your converse kicking at a stray stone. “Are you okay?” He repeats his question from earlier, but this time with a deeper tone, more sincere. 

“Fine,” you reply, still not looking at him. 

There’s a long pause before you hear him exhale again. “Was it something she said to you?”

You’re staring at him now with wide and questioning eyes.

“I may have overheard,” he shrugs softly, shoving his hands in the front pocket of his pants. 

You blink back your surprise for the second time. He seems to have a knack for catching you off guard. “N-no...it’s nothing,” you try to cover, but you know the tone of your voice gives you away with every word more that you speak.

“Y/N,” Taehyung calls again, tugging your gaze with the way he says your name, so simply. “You can talk to me about it. I won’t tell anyone. Just you and me.” 

You gaze over him a moment longer, the way he’s half-smiling again, but in a different manner--not so confident, but more genuine--and the way his dark eyes seem to shine against the colorful glow of the large tree covered in Christmas lights from brach to root standing nearby, and the way he’s here, wanting to listen...it all sends you over the edge.

“I hate New Year’s,” you state, your shoulders pulling back as you breathe deeper, letting your backyard back in. 

Taehyung chuckles endearingly, his eyes squinting somewhat against his boxy grin. “I could’ve guessed that part.”

“I hate New Year’s,” you repeat. “But I don’t hate it because everyone downtown is drunk out of their minds, or because classes start back in a week, or even because it means Christmas is a whole ‘nother year away.” Your words become more brazen, more heated, bubbling up and refreshing themselves with all of the crappy moments of the evening playing like a movie in your head. “I hate it because every year, every stupid, insufferable year, there’s this one night where I’m never reminded more blatantly and belligerently of just how alone I am.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows flinch in reaction almost imperceptibly, scrunching as if he wasn’t exactly expecting that direct of a confession.

“I’m 22 years old, and I’m aware I can spare you the sob story, because I know plenty of other people have it much worse, but I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never even been on a date. But that stuff doesn’t matter! It shouldn’t matter, at least, not as much as it does, and it wouldn’t matter if---no, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t...God, I don’t even know why I care so much!” 

You’re practically speaking in hysterics now, your voice raised three pitches in tone and volume, and you would be conscious of how crazy you looked if there was anyone else on the street corner besides you and Taehyung. 

“No, don’t do that,” Taehyung speaks for the first time since you started emoting, drawing the snap of your eyes to where he’s still standing calm and attentive, his eyes steady as he shakes his head. “Don’t cut yourself off. It wouldn’t matter if what?” 

“If all of them didn’t shove it in my face every year!” you finish, your voice cracking as your hands fly up. Taehyung gives you a gently curious look that let’s you know he desires an explanation.

“Them?”

“The other coworkers,” you reveal, feeling the pain in the back of your throat intensify as you struggle to keep your jaw still. “Every year it’s the same shit. One of them shows up with their date and gets their jolly’s from parading the fact that they’re in a happily committed relationship while I’m still riding solo. It’s like they don’t realize their tradition actually fucking sucks. Who likes being reminded that they’re undesired?!”

“Y/N...” Taehyung breathes, unbelief and sympathy whispering under his utterance. 

“Honestly...” you continue on, huffing ironically with laughter that heaves from desperate lungs after you’ve regained a facet of your composure. “It really doesn’t matter to me. Really. New Year’s is overrated...It’s lousy. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up just like I do 364 others, and get over myself...” You breathe heavy as you fight the subtle ache in your body telling you to bring the emotional upheaval down a notch. “...but goddamn it, for once it would be nice to just get a lousy, overrated New Year’s ki--”

And so you do.

Taehyung’s lips are warm and tender and unexpected against yours. The hands the were shoved in his pockets are suddenly cupping your cheeks, soft thumbs dancing over your blushed skin, red from the nip of the air and the singing tingles warming up and down your spine. Your eyelids flutter closed in moments, just after you register the blurred close of Taehyung’s eyes only centimeters from you. There’s something needy about the kiss, as if a collection of passing moments and secret thoughts are attempting to be conveyed in this one connection. 

You have no idea what you’re doing, to say the least, but Taehyung more than makes up for your lack of experience with the way he’s leading your lips so effortlessly, molded securely against one another. His hands aid in tilting your head in subtle variations of the same angle, somehow deepening the innocent kiss into something rawer. Your hands blindly find the hem of shirt, fingers fisting the material on either side of his waist as he steps closer to you, his height forcing him to curl over your stature as he continues to sponge syrupy kisses against your mouth. 

And suddenly you know what everyone’s been talking about. The buttery sparks igniting in bursts of rapturous flavor all over your body are enough to cultivate a desire to stay here like this forever, forgetting any and all other responsibilities and people until it’s just Taehyung and his kisses and his stupid sarcasm and floppy hair and little dimples that sell coffee like nobody’s business.

All too soon, though, he’s pulling away, leaving you to chase after his lips in a moment of sedated fog, still lost in the spontaneity and warmth of it all. It’s his low chuckle that has your eyes fluttering open again until they are as wide as you can manage, sputtering for words between the hold he still maintains around your jaw, still thumbing over your skin. 

“...What was--??”

“I may have had...a little crush on you since I started here,” he admits shyly, his eyes darting away before resettling on your face. “I’ve been waiting for an excuse to do that.”

You try to respond, but nothing of coherency seems to be forming tonight.

“It’s not midnight anymore...” he starts again, his swollen pink lips, devilishly enticing as they pucker around his words. “But can it still count?”

Your own parted, frozen lips are suddenly spreading into an uncontainable grin, teeth and all, as your hands brave the journey around his narrow waist, latching together behind him. “I’ll let it slide.”

He’s grinning back at you now, eyes twinkling with that boyish life and excitement as he slowly leans forward to leave a sweet peck against your forehead. “I’ll be on time next year. Promise.”

~

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