#it took me like two months to write this 😂

[maid-with-sunset-in-her-hair]

Etymology of the Martell and Sand’s Names

Doran, Dorea: Doran is an Irish and Gaelic name that means "fist, stranger, exile." It could also be an invented masculine version of the name Dora, which derivated from the Greek word doron (gift, freely given, without cost). Dorea was probably named after him.

Mellario: her name is an actual Latin adjective derivated from the word mellarius (of honey, related to honey, beekeeper).

Arianne: a variation of Ariana, which itself is a latinized version of the Greek name Ariadne (most holy). In Greek mythology Ariadne was the granddaughter of the sun god Helios, helped Theseus escape the labyrinth by giving him thread and married Dionysus, the god of grape-harvest, winemaking, orchards and fruit, fertility and festivity.

Quentyn: misspelling of Quentin, a French name derivated from the Latin name Quintinus (the fifth).

Trystane: misspelling of Trystan, a Welsh name that derivated from the French word triste (sad, sorrowful).

Elia: probably after the sun god Helios in Greek mythology or a shortening of the Late Latin name Aeliāna, the feminine form of Aeliānus (of the sun). It could also be a shortening of the Hebrew name Eliana (my God answered me, God answered my prayer) or a misspelling of the Old German name Ellia (other, foreign).

Oberyn, Obara, Obella: Oberyn is probably a misspelling of Oberon, the fairy king from from A Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare. The name Oberon is derived from the Old High German name Alberich, composed by the words alb (elf) and rih (ruler, king). Obara is probably named after him, unless she’s named after obara, the Slovene meat and vegetable stew that was usually prepared for celebrations. Same with Obella, unless her name is a misspelling of Abella, which comes from the Hebrew name Abel (breath, vapor).

Ellaria: could be a misspelling of the Hebrew name Elliora (God is my light) or the Old English name Ellerey or Elleree (alder tree).

Nymeria: probably an invented name compounded by the Greek word nymphe (young woman, bride, young wife) and the Greek name Maria, which derivated from the Roman surname Marius and could come from Mars the war god, maris (male) or mare (sea). Maria could also derivate from the Hebrew name Myriam (rebellious) which once was mistranslated to Latin as Maryam (drop of the sea). It could also be a misspelling of the Greek name Nereides (clear, unmistakable, true) which is also the patronymic of fifty sea nymphs that accompany Poseidon, god of the sea, and often help sailors in Greek mythology. It could also be delivered from the Arabic noun nimer (tiger) but I don't think it very likely.

Tyene: could be a misspelling of Tine or Tinah, both variations of Tina, which itself derivated from the shortened version of Latin female names like Bettina (diminutive of Elizabeth (God is my oath, God’s promise), Christina (follower of Christ), Constantina (constant, steadfast), Martina (follower of Mars) or Valentina (strong, healthy). It could also be a misspelling of thyme or of the Spanish verb tiene (he/she has).

Sarella: probably a misspelling of Sarah, an Hebrew name derived from the word sar (chief, ruler, prince), with the female suffix ella added at the end.

Loreza: either a misspelling of Lorenza or Lorena, both derivated from the Latin surname Laurentius which derivated from the noun laurus (laurel, laurel tree).

[personasintro]

Are you interested in posting? I feel like you're forced to post by people on the internet. You seem to be not interested in writing anymore. Going on hiatus for 8 months and not even remembering it? People do get excited to know more, isn't that the whole reason ffs are made for? I'm not hating on your but rather suggesting you to just end this mess. You'll be so much more at ease. If you're gonna disappear for almost year straight then why bother posting? People are not gonna welcome you with heart eyes.

Quit writing. It's ok.

I think you’re projecting here something that didn’t happen. First of all, what hiatus? I never had one 😭 sure, I wasn’t as active as I used to be but I was still pretty much interacting with everyone. I feel like most of you forget that I write other stories too. During the wait for Mh58, I updated Employed and if I’m not mistaken, wrote (not many) but a drabble or two as well. And lastly. Why being so damn dramatic? 😭 for what? Even if I updated once a year or decided to, who are you guys to point a gun at writers for that? I’m still pretty much open and vocal about my current situation and I’m sorry but it’s actually laughable how everyone becomes so serious and turn into judges, acting like I’ve done something that I should be shamed for 😂

I absolutely understand there are readers who are extremely excited and would want the entire story out like, all at once. But you also have to understand that things happen in life and sometimes writers can’t stay as consistent as they used to. I also think it’s important to be honest about it which I’ve been, therefore messages like this one can’t offend me. I know in my heart that I’ve been more honest than some deserved and I didn’t have to be. But I chose to be, partly for feeling bad and sad that I can’t post stories all the time. Whether this is just a period or it’s gonna be like this… I don’t know but I don’t hold anyone here against their will.

And trust me, if I want to quit — I’ll do it and I don’t need anyone coming to my inbox telling me that instead ☺️ I’m pretty much capable of deciding serious stuff like that on my own.

Lastly, I hope you have an amazing day and everyone who took their time reading this! ☺️✨

[moni-logues]

Practice

Pairing: Namjoon x f. reader

Genre: pwp, smut, established relationship

Summary: Namjoon has a baby niece and it gives you both baby-making thots. Time to get some practice in.

Word count: 2k

Content: unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control); oral sex (f. receiving), lil bit of biting

A/N: I think this was a request? Pretty sure because I don't tend to have baby-making thoughts lmaooo not even for Joon 😂 this has been moderately edited but please forgive any typos lmao I've been belting out ballads as I've been writing whoops

You stared, transfixed, at the tiny, precious bundle in your arms as she yawned widely and shut her eyes. You lowered your head to give hers a big sniff. Who knew what that smell really was? A scent that all brand-new babies shared and no one had yet bottled. Intoxicating. 

“God, smell her, Joonie. Isn’t it the best?”  

Namjoon did as you instructed and grinned. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.” 

You gently leant back and Joon scooted closer, resting his chin on your shoulder, both staring down at the tiny human in your arms. She was brand new – brand new! not even a week old! – and utterly perfect: enormous dark eyes framed by the thickest, darkest lashes you’d ever seen; podgy little thighs and miniscule fingers curled into the softest little fist. It almost brought you to tears. You couldn’t believe how perfect she was.  

You had hoped that his sister bringing new life into the world would have distracted his family from asking you and Joon when you would get your act together and marry… In a way, it had: they just started asking when you would be having kids. His sister and her husband hadn’t been together that much longer than the two of you had, but had somehow made it down the aisle and into the maternity ward already. You and Joon had talked about having kids ‘sometime’, ‘in the future’, ‘when we’re ready’. You had to admit this was accelerating those timelines. You couldn’t help but think about what your baby might look like, what Joon would be like as a dad, what you’d be like as a mum. Your heart clenched at the thought. 

* 

“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Joon says as you enter your apartment later that evening, kicking off his boots and shedding his puffer coat. “I don’t feel old enough! I’m not grown-up enough to have a niece!” 

“Get used to it, old man! This is just the start!” You laughed as you took off your scarf, gloves and hat. “Wasn’t she perfect?” 

Namjoon wrapped you in his arms and kissed you lightly. You shivered, maybe from the change in temperature from the cold outside. Maybe.  

“She was pretty perfect, but I reckon our babies will be better.”  

He kissed you again. 

“Oh, our babies, eh? Tell me about them.” 

“I think we’ll have three,” he began as he kissed your neck. “Two boys and a girl, boy first. Close together in age so they can be close. Obviously, they’ll have your eyes-” 

“And your brain.” 

“And your heart.” 

He tightened his grip on you and kissed you deeper. 

“And when are we expecting these kids to come along?” 

He pretended to think about it for a moment. 

“Well, the first one probably in about nine months’ time, what do you say?” 

He grinned at you and you laughed. 

“Wow, one niece and that’s all it takes? Have you thought this through?” 

“Ah, we can practise, can’t we? It does make perfect, after all.” 

“You’ve got a point.” 

Namjoon swiped an arm over the sideboard, shifting keys and bags and wallets onto the floor, and then he lifted you onto it, kissing your shoulder and your neck and your jaw. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from him, hadn’t thought that he’d be the one needy and desperate after an hour in a baby’s company, but you weren’t complaining. Far from.  

You grabbed his hair to pull his face to yours and you kissed him hard, taking his bottom lip in your teeth. His hands found their way under your jacket, under your jumper, and he ran a thumb over your nipple, cupping your breast as his tongue tangled with yours. You were quick to pull Namjoon’s hoodie off and quicker to be frustrated by layer after layer of warm clothes. You were burning up all over, the cold outside a long-forgotten memory now. All you could feel was the heat, on your skin, in your core, between your body and his. You were simmering, the flame growing taller, licking across your hips, down your thighs.  

Namjoon shiver, finally naked from the waist up, and you kissed the goosebumps rising all over his flesh.  

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” he laughed. 

“What? You mean you don’t want to have sex right by our front door? I mean, I guess we can go to the bedroom, if you really want, if-” 

He silenced you with a kiss and picked you up. You kissed his face all over and bit down on the soft flesh of his earlobe as he carried you to the bedroom. When he let you down, you discarded your remaining close with as much haste as you could muster. The sight of his naked body would never get old for you: his strong, thick thighs; perfectly defined V-line; the little happy trail of hair leading to his belly button; his soft, smooth skin; his stiff cock, hot in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around it and pumped.  

He grabbed you by the back of the neck and brought your face close to his.  

“You know they say you’re more likely to conceive if you have at least one orgasm,” he whispered to you. You chuckled. 

“I don’t think we’ll have any problems there, will we?” 

Namjoon pushed you onto the bed and leant down from above you. The dark lust in his eyes lightened for a second as he looked at you and he kissed you gently on the lips. 

“I love you, really; I love you.”  

“I love you, too.” 

You kissed him once and then again and then again, each a little less soft than the one before. Because you loved him, because he loved you, because you were so sickly sweet, gooey and soft for each other, but you were also needy now, thirsty, hungry for him. Love was all well and good but you wanted to be fucked. 

“Now are you going to make me come or what?” 

He laughed and playfully tapped your cheek before offering you a cheeky salute.  

“Yes, ma’am.” 

He kissed your collar bone as his fingers found your clit. He kissed your breasts as his fingers slipped and curled inside you and his thumb rubbed your swollen bud. His kisses trailed down your stomach and his tongue replaced his thumb against you; he sucked hard as his fingers thrummed and you let yourself go to him, melted into the mattress, limbs heavy and hot.  

“Fuck,” you breathed, moaning as his tongue flicked back and across. It surprised you still, every time, how quickly he could turn you to jelly, how easily he could get you off. He knew your every move, every gesture, every twitch, every flush of your skin, every different, little noise you let slip as he worked you over. Practice, he’d said. As if he needed it. 

Namjoon removed his fingers briefly and ran his tongue across your entrance. Taking one of your lips in his mouth, he bit lightly and you squirmed. 

“Harder,” you panted and you could feel him grin against you. He clamped his teeth harder and his fingers returned to your clit, rubbing your arousal all over, making a mess of you. He trapped it tightly between two fingers and rolled them back and forth. He bit the soft flesh of your inner thigh and hot skin of your mound; he kissed the crease of your hips and pushed your legs open wider. All the while, you could feel the pressure build inside you, you walls spasming and clenching as you neared your climax. You gripped the bedsheets tight as you moaned, pulling hard as the waves rolled through your body.  

Namjoon’s mouth was back on your clit, sucking and licking; his fingers back inside you, hooking and curling against you. He held you down as you bucked beneath him, crying out as pleasure overwhelmed you. He didn’t stop, didn’t falter, didn’t stutter as you came all over him, gushing over his hand, clenching his fingers inside you. Unable to utter a coherent string of words, you tapped him on the head for relief. He came up for air, mouth shiny and sticky, and lay a line of sloppy kisses across your stomach and your breasts and your chest.  

You pulled his face to yours and kissed him, tasting yourself all over his lips and his tongue.  

“Ok,” you said, breathlessly. “Orgasm, check. Time to pretend to make a baby?” 

He chuckled, the noise rumbling deep in his chest and kissed you again. He seemed in no rush, but you had never had the patience. You reached between you to take him in your hand again; his tip was slick with pre-cum and your thighs trembled in anticipation of him inside you.  

“Imagine, though,” you whispered as he guided himself towards your waiting wings. “If we had a baby-”.  

You gasped as he pushed himself inside you, your eyes fluttering shut, your cunt fluttering around him. 

“Babe,” he said, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes looking deep into yours when you opened them. He rolled his hips. “Our baby is going to be the best baby there’s ever been.” 

You nodded and let your eyes roll back, feeling every contour of him against your tight slip. A baby. Namjoon’s baby. Couldn’t be anything but the best. 

“Best baby ever,” you agreed, breathless and whiny. “’Cause you’re the best.”  

Namjoon nipped at your earlobe. 

“No, ’cause we’re the best.” 

“I love you.” The words barely audible as your breath escaped in shallow bursts. “I love you, I love you.”  

He lay so close on top of you that your torsos met as he thrust harder and harder, his breath becoming laboured, his groans louder. You whined quietly in his ear and tugged at his hair; you wrapped your legs around him and the two of you moaned in unison when he hit deeper inside you. He lifted himself up on to his hands, looking down at you with half-closed eyes. He wanted to come on your tits, spray himself over your chest and mark you as his own, his and only his, but then he thought about coming inside you, making a baby – even a pretend one – and he felt all his muscles twitch. You were on birth control so it wasn’t as if this was the first time he’d ever come inside you, but it felt different this time. He felt closer to you. He felt like this meant something different. This was something you had done dozens, even hundreds of times, but it was different this time.  

“Fuck,” he growled, feeling close to the edge.  

He thrust faster, breathing hard, looking down at you: your messy hair, hand over your eyes, mouth agape, your smooth skin and kiss-swollen lips, the mole on your left breast, the tiny scar by your hairline. As the blood roared in his ears, he felt his heart clench, not knowing how it was possible to love one person quite this much. With a sudden shudder, he came, shooting his hot seed inside you, his muscles tight, his jaw clenched.  

He fell on top of you, still inside you. You both lay still for a moment, no sound in the air but your breathing, no sound in your ears but the thumping of your heart. You felt hot inside and out, tingling with pleasure and relief.  

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing your hand to his lips. With your legs still wrapped tight, you wrapped your arms around him too and kissed his forehead. 

“I love you, too, Joonie.”  

“That was-…” 

“Yeah.” 

You patted just above where your uterus rested. 

“See you in nine months, mate!” 

Namjoon laughed and you felt it in your own chest.  

“Maybe next time, it shouldn’t be just for practice.”  

He looked at you searchingly. Your heart flipped.  

“You want to have a baby with me for real, Joon?” 

“I want to have everything with you.”  

You shuffled beneath him, bringing your faces closer.  

“Ok,” you whispered, your faces so close that your lips touched his as you spoke. “I’ll make an appointment and get my IUD removed.”  

Namjoon nodded. 

“But does next time have to wait ’til then? ’Cause I’d really like to practise some more.”  

Namjoon grinned. 

“Well, it does make perfect.” 

[eimids]

Two idiots in love (with sex)

Leah Williamson x Alessia Russo.

I wanted to write smut so Leah and Alessia it is. This is literally just smut with a little bit of plot.

Warnings: smut. Bit of voyeurism, edging and umm many orgasms.

Words: 3.4k

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Proud of my girl❤️

Alessiarusso99: proud of you baby😍

Ellatoone: you stole my bestie kinda rude of you 😠 but like better not hurt her cos i got some mad karate skills😎

Alessiarusso99: don’t worry your still my bestie🤝

Leahwilliamsonn: Toone I have seen your ‘mad karate skills’. Not very promising😂😂 and excuse me less, i’m not your bestie?!

Ellatoone: your mean and no, i’m her bestie😙

Leahswife: WHAT IS THIS ??????? NO

Leahfan: Oh they are so cute together😍😍😍😍 didn’t see this coming.

Leah and Alessia were the new power couple of the women’s football world. The whole community was in a shock as the couple made a hard launch of their relationship in their instagrams. Obviously their teammates at arsenal knew about the two and most of the lionesses. Mary was the matchmaker to the blondes. She could see the longing stares in the pitch, the hugs of celebrations that lasted for a little while longer than with other teammates.

So she made a plan. She would always ask to sit with Leah and Alessia in the bus. Then apologizing for ‘accidentally’ telling both of then that she would sit with them. Then she just said something how the two blondes should sit together and she just left to sit with Millie.

It worked to a certain point. She got the two blondes a lot closer to each other and now they were hanging out all the time. The problem was that neither of them were willing to make the first move. So naturally, Mary made it.

“You two come here” She yelled two the giggling blondes after their prac had ended.

The blondes ran to her confused

“Okey so here’s the deal. You like each other and it’s so clear that I think everyone else knows it but you two. So I’m going to be the matchmaker and do the first move for you two. Now go have a nice rest of the night” Mary said and winked.

The rest was history. The pair quickly started dating before Leah asked Alessia to be her girlfriend, which she happily said yes to. They dated for 6 months before deciding to make it public. They wanted the whole world to know that they had each other and were off the limits.

“Baby can’t we just stay home” Alessia whined.

“No we gotta go to the dinner darling” Leah answered and gave a quick peck to the youngers lips.

“Well at least give me a proper kiss” Alessia said and frowned.

Leah gave another peck, smirked and walked alaway. Leaving Alessia frowning.

They were supposed to go and meet their friends in a restaurant for a dinner. It was nice but Alessia had something very different in her mind for what she wanted to do. She had been craving the soft lips of Leah on her skin. The strong hand’s exploring her smooth skin. All she wanted was to be thrown into a bed and be fucked senseless.

Leah obviously knew what her girlfriend was after. She made her task to tease Alessia during the night as much as she could so she’d have her as a needy mess at the end of the night. Leah started subtly. Walking with her hand on alessias small of her back. Opening the door for her and giving little kisses on her neck and cheeks.

Alessia was loving the attention from her girlfriend, and so was the sinful thoughts in her head. Alessia was happy that now she could kiss her girlfriend in public spaces without having to worry about someone seeing. She didn’t have to hide the not so subtle love marks on her chest if she was wearing a dress. She was just enjoying all of her girlfriend.

While driving Leah decided to took it up a notch. Putting hand on Alessias thigh and letting her thumb draw random circles on it. Leah was enjoying how she saw Alessia already being needy with the heat in her pants growing. When arriving, Leah once again opened the car door for her girlfriend and secured her hand around her lovers waist.

At the restaurant Leah made sure to pull the chair for Alessia which made the young blond flush red. She wasn’t used to PDA from her girlfriend since they had to hide their relationship for a while. She was now very happy that she could kiss her gorgeous girlfriend in front of the word.

During the dinner Leah had her hand on Alessia’s thigh the whole time protectively. As the waiter got a bit too friendly with the younger blonde Leah made sure to kiss her in front of him to send the message that she wasn’t available. They had overall a nice dinner until Leah leaned up to Alessia’s ear.

“Why don’t you go to the bathroom and take of your underwear so I can have some fun with you” Leah said and kissed her on the cheek innocently.

Alessia was dumbfounded and just quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom. She found an empty stall and took her black lingerie that she wore just for Leah from under her skirt. She noticed that the panties were already covered in her own arousal which made her a bit embarrassed. She put the panties to her blazers pocket, washed her hands and walked back to the table.

Leah had a knowing smile on her face as she helped Alessia sit back down. Leah out her hand back to Lessi’s thigh but this time a bit higher. It stayed there for a moment before moving higher and higher. At one point while Alessia was sipping from her drink, Leahs fingers found Alessia’s wetness. She swirled her fingers a bit which made Alessia almost choke on her drink. She just brushed it off to the other saying that she just coughed.

After teasing just her girlfriends folds, her thumb found the very sensitive clit. Alessia wiggled in her chair at the amazing feeling.

“Are you doing okay darling? Should we head back home” Leah said. Hand still circling gently her girlfriend’s clit.

“Umm I- I think we should go I feel kinda dizzy” Alessia answered. She almost whined when Leah took her hand away from where she needed it the most.

The couple quickly made their way to the car that sat in the parking lot. Leah once again opened the door for the younger woman and then went to the driver’s side. The ride was fast. Leah speeding through the roads so she could have the time with her girlfriend that she’d been longing for.

Leah would lie if she said that having Alessia sitting next to her without any panties didn’t get her all hot and bothered. She was feeling the heat inside her. The need to fuck her girlfriend in every possible position.

When they arrived back to their shared apartment, Leah was quick to pin Alessia to the door the second it closed. Leah’s mouth went straight to Alessia’s pulse point. Marking her girlfriend for everyone to see.

“You were such a good girl for me at the restaurant” Leah said before pressing a kiss to her lovers lips. She wanted Alessia to beg her to make her feel good. She wanted the blonde to be so needy that she had to beg.

“Please Leah, let’s go to the bedroom”Alessia started her asking.

“I think you can do better than that love, I want to hear you beg for it” Leah answered cockily.

“Fuck Leah” Alessia moaned when the older blonde brought her knee to Alessias pussy.

“That’s not begging” Leah reminded.

“Pleas Leah take me to your bed and fuck me. Please you’ve teased me this whole day” Alessia pleaded.

“Hmm that’s better but that’s not gonna take you to the bed” Leah simply answered before grabbing Alessia by her waist and walking to the kitchen before lifting Alessia to the counter.

“Maybe I should make you come with my tongue? Would that be good for you my dear?” Leah asked with a smirk.

“Yes please Leah. You can do anything you want to me” Alessia answered between the kisses Leah was providing her.

“Oh I like the sound of that” Leah said while unzipping Alessia’s skirt. She quickly got rid of it to see the wet heat in front of her eyes.

Leah moaned at the sight of her girlfriend being already so wet for her. But Leah still wanted to hear more pleading from her girlfriend. She decided that Alessia had to work for her orgasm.

”Please Leah, I want to feel good baby, been waiting for all day” Alessia moaned.

Leah decided that now was the time to bury her head to her girlfriend’s wet heat. She swiped her tongue through the folds and gathered the wetness to taste. Both of the women were enjoying every moment.

After a while Leah brought her tongue to the very needy clit of her girl. It was begging for attention and Leah was more than willing to give that to it

“Oh yes Leah, just like that love” Alessia moaned while throwing her head back. Her hands found her girlfriend’s hair to push her closer to her pussy.

Leah was working with her very skillful tongue to make Alessia come to the edge of her orgasm. She lapped the wetness before bringing her lips to suck the sensitive bundle of nerves. She kept going and going before Alessia was just about to come.

“What?!” Alessia panted as the pleasure was taken away from her. Leah just simply stood up and walked away from her very annoyed and confused girlfriend.

“You gotta work for it baby” Leah said and kept walking to their living room. She sat onto the couch and waited for her girlfriend to join her.

“Please I’ll do anything Leah” Alessia pleaded again.

“Make me come with those skilfull fingers and that amazing mouth, maybe then you’ll get the same favor” Leah answered and started tugging her pants off.

Alessia was on her knees in seconds, wanting to please her girlfriend. She helped Leah to take her pants and underwear off. After that she dived right into her girlfriend. She carefully slid two fingers to the waiting heat. Leah’s breathing picked up and she knew that she wasn’t going to last for long with Less.

Alessia worked her fingers in and out of Leah’s pussy and occasionally curled them so she would hit the blondes g spot. While the pair hadn’t been that long together, they had a lot of sex. Alessia know her girlfriend’s body inside and out. Same goes with Leah. She could make the other come in minutes if she wanted. Alessia was in mood to make Leah come fast so she could enjoy her own pleasure next.

“So good for me Less, please put that mouth to good use baby” Leah moaned and enjoyed the sight of her girlfriend eating her out passionately.

Alessia was now hitting that toe curling spot with every thrust. She couldn’t get enough of the sounds her girlfriend made. Her mouth fas flicking on Leah’s clit to make her come. She quickly brought her other hand to Leah’s tit’s to squeeze them. She wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible for Leah.

She didn’t have to go much longer before Leah was coming around her fingers while they repeatedly hit that amazing spot inside of Leah.

“Oh good girl, you’re doing amazing baby. Oh that feels so good” Leah moaned as her orgasm shook her body. Alessia helped the older woman ride her orgasm to the end.

Leah grabbed Alessia’s hear and pulled her to kiss her. The older woman moaned at the taste of herself. Alessia’s fingers still inside her.

“Clean those fingers for me baby, suck them clen” Leah commanded Alessia.

Alessia took her fingers out before pushing them to her own mouth. Circling her tongue around the two digits to giva a show to Leah. She started to grind herself on Leah’s lap. Making it pleasurable for herself.

“Oh do you want to grind on my thigh? You need it that badly?” Leah laughed.

Alessia just nodded and continued the grinding. She moved a bit so her center was focused on Leah’s thigh. Making a mess on the older woman’s thigh. Covering it in her arousal.

Leah was laid back and just watched the show. She was amused how high her girlfriend’s sex drive was, also stamina. The younger woman could go for all night if she wanted. Not even needing many breaks.

Alessia found a perfect spot on Leah’s thigh that made her a moaning mess. Soon Leah flexed her muscles on her thigh and watched her girlfriend’s reaction. Her whole body jolted at the new feeling, eyes rolling and head thrown back in pleasasure.

“Keep grinding sweet girl” Leah said as she saw Alessia’s movements get sloppier. She was proud how she managed to make her girlfriend this close to orgasm without even touching her properly.

Alessia was once again at the edge of ther orgasm when Leah lifted Alesia up from her thigh. She watched as tears of frustration gathered in her girlfriend’s eyes.

“Please Lee, I’ve done what you asked just please. I need you so badly baby. Just want to come for you and show you that only you can make me come. Please baby please maka me come” Leah now truly begged.

“That’s what i’m talking about. You’re so pretty when you beg for attention. I know I’ve been unfair to you but I promise that next time you’ll get to come” Leah said and kissed the crying girl. She lifted her so Alessia was on her front with legs around Leah’s waist. Leah carried her girlfriend to their room and threw her onto the bed.

“What do you want? I’ll let you pick” Leah let her girlfriend choose.

“I want the vibrator please. And you fingers” Alessia answered quickly.

Leah was picking the perfect vibe for the occasion. She brought it to the bed and plased it on Alessias clit. It was one that went basicly around the clitoris to bring maximum pleasure. It was also easy to control with a little device.

Leah put it on in a low level. Alessia was moaning at the feeling between her legs.

“I’m gonna give you four. One for being good in the restaurant, one for making me come and one for each orgasm I took away from you” Leah stated as she climbed to the bed herself.

She laid behind Alessia and let her girlfriend get comfortable on leaning on her chest. Leah was kissing Alessias neck and shoulders as the younger woman kept moaning. Leah put the vibrations to the next level which made Alessia feel ecstatic.

Leah brought her hand to Alessia’s nipples and gently pulled and pinched them. That was all that it took for Alessia first orgasm come crashing.

“Yes Leah, so so good shit I’m coming” Alessia screamed as the long waited orgasm finally took over her body. Her legs shook with the pleasure and her mind was in heaven with her girlfriend’s hand all over her.

Leah put the vibrations once again to the lowest level so Alessia could calm down a bit.

“Thank you Le-“ Alessia stared but was cut off when the vibrations went up again. This time even stronger. Her leg’s immediately started to shake and the moans from her mouth were uncontrollable.

Leah brought her fingers to Alessias folds once again. This time sticking three fingers inside of her girlfriend. Alessia let an ungodly moan at the stretch. She was wet enough to take the fingers but it was just unexpected. Quickly she got used to them.

Leah started to thrust them in and out in crucially slow pace. Alessia turned her head to Leah’s side so she could find the soft lipst that were home to her.

“Oh Lee. I’m so close again” Alessia moaned to her girlfriend’s mouth.

“Make a mess Less. Cum on my fingers and let the whole building know who you belong to” Leah said before continuing her actions.

“Leah, Leah, Leah” Alessia repeated like a mantra. She screamed it so loud that the whole world must have heard it.

“That’s right. You’re mine and mine only. Only I can touch you like this and only I can see you like this” Leah said as she continued her actions. She loved how Alessia was coming around her fingers. Clenching around then so hard that they barely moved anymore.

Letting her girlfriend ride out the orgasm before turning the vibe to the lowest setting again. Alessia was panting. She was out of breath and her head was spinning.

“You okay?” Leah checked before she continued anything. The last thing she wanted was to make her love uncomfortable in the slightest.

“Yeah. That was amazing Lee, please more” Alessia smiled to Leah and kissed her. Leah laughed at her girlfriend. Not surprised that the girk was asking more already. But Alessia just couldn’t get enough.

“Who I’m I to deny you when you look so fucking gorgeous” Leah said and continued kissing Alessia.

“Hmm maybe I should give you a little spanking. I know how much you love that” Leah said and flipped herself from behind Alessia. She then sat at the edge of the bed and moved Alessia to her lap. Ass perfectly for her to access.

“Mhhmm, please spank me. Make me yours” Alessia was enthusiastic. Loving the feeling of some light spanking.

“You are already mine baby. Don’t forget that” Leah said and with that her hand came down to her lover’s ass.

Alessia buckled a bit and just moaned shamelessly. The vibrations were still on her clit. Not pressing even more to her as she laid in Leah’s lap.

Leah brought her hand the second time to Alessias back. And then again. She knew her girlfriend loved some spanking but didn’t know it would make her this wet. Leah felt as the wetness of her girlfriend was dripping to her own thighs. She just smirked proudly and gave another spank.

“Leah I don’t know what’s happening” Alessia said a bit confused. But Leah knew. Leah could notice the signs of her girlfriend getting close to an orgasm. The vibrations weren’t strong enough to make her come alone. So it was the spanking. The spanking was making her girlfriend come.

“Don’t worry sweet, just met it happen” Leah said and brought her hand to Alessia’s ass twice. That’s what brought the younger blonde over the edge. She wasn’t anticipating the strong orgasm that took over her whole body. She didn’t know she could come like this but she didn’t care. She just enjoyed the endless pleasure coursing through her vains.

“Fuck Leah. So good, god” Alessia mumbled. During her orgasm. Leah just watched in awe as her girlfriend came. The never ending orgasm was something new to them both. Neither knew that Alessia could come like that. Just by some spanking and bit of vibrations. Leah knew that this was something that she would love to do to her girlfriend more often.

“Holy shit” Alessia said when she finally calmed down.

“I didn’t know I could come by just spanking” She stated a bit embarrassed. Hiding her face with her hands.

“Don’t hide from me love”Leah said while moving Alessia to sit in her lap and face her. “That was fucking amazing” She continued while chuckling a little.

“Yeah it was” Alessia laughed with her girlfriend. They’re teeth clashed as they kept laughing to the kiss.

They continued that for a while before Alessia spoke. “So you promised me four orgasms soo now that we have fucked in the kitchen, living room and bedroom the only place left is the bathroom” Alessia said wiggling her eyebrows.

“Shower sex?” Leah asked but Alessia just jumped to her wobbly legs and yelled “grab the strap”.

Leah just laughed. She loved the high sexdrive of her girlfriend.

—

Umm yeah that was a lot of plotless smut.

[bloodynereid]

Jordan li has taken over my mind haha 😂 could I request some jealous Jordan, maybe where reader gets really close with someone and they notice and start to get jealous :)

Thank you!!

Seeds of Jealousy

pairing: jordan li x fem! reader

tw: kissing, alcohol, vought, jealousy, slight rudeness?? idk there really aren't that many

description: jordan li didn't like anyone else flirting with their girl.

a/n: hiii anon sry this took me *checks notes* OVER TWO MONTHS (???) to write, hopefully it was worth the wait haha. i love writing for jealous jordan honestly and they have also taken over my mind. enjoy <3

You and Jordan had been invited to another one of Vought’s events. They liked to show potential investors the rising stars that would one day take over for the current Seven.

The ruffles of your dress pressed against Jordan’s leg as you both walked into the event, arm in arm. Jazz music echoed through the reception hall, as a bunch of rich old people walked around and tried to schmooze their way to a big deal.

“Fuck me.” You said when you realized this would be like every other event. There was a certain appeal to be invited to the Top Five exclusive parties at the beginning, but now it was like Groundhog Day but with events.

It was only vaguely amusing when one of the major Vought shareholders got drunk and started dancing on the bar. Oh good times.

“Come on, darling. It really cannot be that bad.”

“You say that and yet…” Jordan teasingly rolled their eyes and she smiled at you before nodding towards the bar. “Going to get us drinks. Want to try and find a table?”

You hummed in assent before separating from them, in search of an open space which wasn’t close to any of the more annoying investors. You smoothed out the silk of your dress, or rather gown, it was a tad bit excessive for your normal taste, contemplating your next move.

A table was open in the far right, close enough to the stage but far enough away that it was unlikely for the dean to spontaneously call on one of you to make a speech. Unfortunately, it seemed like a person was already sitting there. You could only see the back of his head but he looked young. Well at least he wasn’t balding. So you decided to head over.

“Hi.” You greeted as you pulled out one of the usual event chairs and sat down onto the plush cushion.

“Oh uh hi.” The bluest eyes you had probably ever seen suddenly met yours and an easy smile decorated your face.

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

“Be my guest, honestly I’m happy it’s you instead of one of them.” His voice dropped to a whisper towards the end of his speech before he gestured at the group of investors. You let out a twinkling laugh at his actions which made a smile spread over his face.

“You were like my last resort. My name is Y/N by the way.”

“Hunter.” His blonde curls bounced as he shook your offered hand.

“So… why are you here? I haven’t seen you around campus.”

“You’re a supe?” You recoiled slightly at his question, oh please don’t be one of those people.

“Uh yeah, I-” You cut yourself short when you realized that a giddy smile engulfed his face

“That’s so cool! I'm just an intern.”

“Nice. Are you liking Vought?”

“I guess, I have the meagerest of responsibilities right now so you know…” You hummed and smoothed out the fabric of your dress again. It was starting to become some kind of nervous tick.

“So what are your powers?” Your face lit up the second he asked the question.

“Oh I can manipulate water. Here. May I?” You asked as you gestured to his glass of water.

“Please.” He said as he nudged the glass closer to you.

“Watch this.” You winked and then started to twirl your fingers above the glass. The water started to climb in spiral form before you spread it out flat in the air. Laughing at his awed expression, you let the water drop back into the glass and passed it back to him.

What you didn’t realize was that Jordan had been watching the whole interaction with a growing seed of jealousy in their heart. You looked like you were having the time of your life with some… guy. Jordan suddenly had the vivid image of strangling the blonde idiot clearly appear in her mind.

“Hi, darling.” Jordan drawled out as she walked over to the table and placed the glass of cranberry vodka in front of you.

“Jordan! Look who I met! Jordan, meet Hunter. Hunter, meet my partner Jordan.” Jordan sat down in the seat next to yours and proceeded to stare daggers at the guy sitting in front of them.

“Uh hi, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Now if you don’t mind I would like to spend some time with my girl.” Jordan said cooly, making Hunter tense up.

“Jord… what’s going on?” You asked as you placed a hand over theirs.

“Oh nothing, just that this guy had the audacity to flirt with my girlfriend.”

“Look… I think I’ll go now, work and stuff.” Hunter said as he cleared his throat, sending you a nervous smile he stood up and walked off.

“What was that for?” You asked, puzzled and slightly pissed off.

“No one gets to flirt with my girlfriend, except me.” Jordan said before pulling you forward and placing a rough kiss on your lips. You let out a slight laugh before easing into him, looping your arms around their shoulders.

“Awww you were getting jealous, you’re so cute.” You said once you pulled apart.

“I am not cute!” Jordan answered, scandalized.

“You are.”

“Am n-” You cut him off by placing another kiss on their lips.

hehe

[gimmethatagustd]

paint me naked | jjk

After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

» pairing: artist!jungkook x f!reader (ft. taehyung) » genre: BTS, 18+, college au, fluff, smut, angst » warnings: alcohol, marijuana, brief mention of drug dealing, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex, reader struggles with self-esteem issues (due to misogyny), tae fuckboy antics, everyone is obsessed with jk’s thighs 😂 » date/wc: april 2022 | 16k » notes: this one was really fun to write! i’m a slut for art student aus tbh. it’s the depressed writer in me lkhsdks 😂 anywayy, the poems were written by me as well. let me know what your favorite part was in a comment or reblog!  special shoutout to @jjkeverlast​ for being so supportive of me when i’m stressing out about my writing

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? paint me naked - ten  //  don’t - bryson tiller

“Jungkook, I don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Let me try.” 

Your eyes strained to see the boy standing in front of you, but the room was pitch black. It was good, though. You’d purposefully blocked out as much light as you possibly could. It had been a surprisingly difficult feat, mostly because the two of you hadn’t thought this through very well. A rolled up towel was shoved against the bottom of the bedroom door to keep the light from the hallway out. Blackout curtains had already been drawn over the windows when you got there, so that made the window problem easier. Luckily, you’d remembered to unplug the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, the last piece of light you could have some control over putting out. 

To make things weirder, you were in Jungkook’s parents’ room. 

“It’s the darkest room in the house!” he’d insisted and you hadn’t objected because, well, it seemed on brand for the way the entire night was going. 

With arms stretched out, your fingers pressed into something bumpy and hard. You could hear Jungkook’s breathing beside you and a light laugh alerted to you that he was much closer than you’d initially thought. After a quick prod, fingers gliding slightly upward, you realized you were grabbing his abdomen. The hard ripples you’d felt were his toned abs beneath his thin t-shirt. 

“Sorry,” you whispered, though there was no need to be quiet. Jungkook’s hands wrapped around yours and took the objects you had clutched between them: scissors and an undeveloped film roll. 

Drawing your hands back to your side, you waited in silence. The sound of metal scraping against plastic was the only sound in the room aside from the quiet rustle of wind blowing through leaves outside. You don’t think you’d ever felt silence before until that moment. It was electric, a pulsing sizzle that sparked up your fingertips and jolted into your heart as you stood beside Jungkook. The harmony your breathing had fallen into made the moment feel far more intimate than you’d expected. Why was standing in the dark with someone so intimate? 

“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered, and you heard what you imagined was him stabbing the scissors into the film. 

“Oh my god, please don’t cut yourself, okay? I don’t know where the hospital is from here.”

His only response was another quiet laugh and you knew from the sound that his nose was doing that scrunched up thing that it always did when he was making fun of you. After only a few months of knowing Jungkook he was certainly very comfortable teasing you. He was pretty comfortable with you in general, you were beginning to realize. 

And why were you here? Standing in the dark with a boy you barely knew from a shared university class, one who towered over you in height as well as being much larger than you physically. Trying to pop open film because Jungkook somehow thought you could actually develop this film without having access to a real darkroom. Sure, all throughout high school you’d taken film photography classes. You had the development process memorized by heart, from the length of time the film needed to soak to the different types of chemicals needed and what order you were supposed to submerge the prints in. You’d even emailed your old high school teacher to double check. 

But doing all of that in Jungkook’s parents’ house? You knew it wasn’t going to work, but the guy had insisted on you helping him. Was it concerning that he had all these chemicals stored in a plastic tub in his closet? Maybe. And was it the safest decision to use scissors to pop open the film instead of the proper tool (which Jungkook had forgotten to order off of Amazon in advance)? Absolutely not. 

On top of that, no one knew where you were; you’d simply told your roommates that you were going to hang out with the guy from your university poetry class. 

“Jungkook? The weird one with all the tattoos and piercings?” Your roommate, Amiriah, had asked.  

“He’s not that weird.” 

“Y/N, he wrote a poem about eating pussy for a class assignment. You said so yourself. Please tell me how that’s a normal thing to do.” 

“And didn’t he have to read it outloud to the class because he turned it in late?” Now it was time for Courtney to pipe in from her position lounging on the couch, an episode of Love Connection paused on the TV screen. 

“Okay, yes, he did do both those things. But I swear he’s actually really sweet. He’s just misunderstood.” 

Courtney had launched a pillow at you, though the object zoomed past your head and landed against the refrigerator, knocking down multiple of Amiriah’s magnets. Much to her dismay. 

“Maybe we should take a break.” 

Jungkook’s voice brought you back to reality, or at least some semblance of it. You couldn’t understand how someone could have such a soft voice. Listening to Jungkook speak was like floating on a cloud. His cadence was a gentle caress against your skin, a sound that could easily flutter your eyes and lull you to sleep. It didn’t matter what he was saying; everything sounded better coming from Jungkook’s mouth. 

You nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see you. A few moments and a bit of shuffling later, the lights sprung on. Your eyes instantly shut and slowly pried open again from the blaring brightness. 

The poor film looked like it had been mauled by a bear, but it was still somehow intact. Jungkook slipped it into his pocket for safekeeping and turned to look at you. He had this thing about eye contact that really made you uncomfortable. When he met your gaze, he looked straight into your eyes, as if he was looking into you rather than at you. 

“Do you want a drink?” 

His question caught you off guard, but he was already picking up the towel from the floor to open the bedroom door. Without answering, you followed him through the house and into the kitchen. You stood in the doorway, hands clasped in front of you, eyes following his large frame navigating the kitchen cabinets. 

“All my parents have is rosé, is that okay?” 

He uncorked the chilled bottle and poured each of you a glass. Then he did something that your roommates could add to the list of weird things they'd developed for him. 

He sat on the floor. 

You stared at him with your lips slightly parted, unsure if you were supposed to follow him. There was an entire kitchen table with multiple chairs. Why was he sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the doorframe? Bottle of rosé sitting on the tile next to him. He looked up at you with impossibly soft doe eyes and you couldn’t just stand there with your glass. So, you slowly sank to the floor, your shoulders brushing against each other as you sat next to him. 

“Y’know, I just realized the film you have is color film.” You spoke slowly, hating that you were about to burst his bubble. “You wouldn’t be able to develop it at home, anyway. The chemicals you bought are for black and white film, and color film has to be developed using heat.” 

“Damn.” Jungkook tipped his head back to take a very deep drink of his wine. 

“We gave a valiant effort, though.” You flashed him a small smile and the grin you got in return made your face grow hot. 

Your roommates weren’t really wrong. Jungkook didn’t have the best reputation on your university campus. There were rumors that he sold drugs (marijuana and acid, specifically) and had gang affiliations. He was quiet, kept to himself, and didn’t seem to have a whole lot of friends aside from a few guys who were equally just as questionable. Yes, you knew he’d gotten arrested the day before spring break started for getting into a fight with a guy on campus, but based on what your friends had told you, it was definitely the other guy’s fault. 

You’d also heard he had great head game, but that was a whole other thing. You just had a really hard time believing all the bad things people said about him, even when he’d admitted to a lot of the rumors being true. 

“A gang tried to recruit me when I was fresh outta high school, but I like selling on my own. Can’t trust people for shit.” 

He’d said it so casually, and you wondered what was wrong with you for finding a conversation about dealing drugs attractive. 

The thing your roommates, and a lot of other people, didn’t understand was that there was more to Jungkook than whatever dumb rumors got spread around (real or not). He was an exceptional writer. His poetry weaved in elements of hip hop, almost sounding like eloquent and lyrical rap lyrics rather than your typical stuffy poem that other students in your class tried to pass off as profound. He didn’t shy away from writing about mental health, sex, relationships, and loss. Everything he put down was raw, and you liked that it made other people in the class uncomfortable. Jungkook wasn’t afraid to be himself. Wasn’t that what art was supposed to be all about? 

And he was artistic in every way. Not only did he write well, but he was obviously into photography, and he also dabbled in multimedia sculpture. But the most impressive was probably his paintings. You’d seen the work he’d posted on Instagram, and during one of your hangouts he’d told you about how he’d been commissioned by the city to work on a public mural with another local artist. 

Very few people knew these things about Jungkook. They saw the tattoos, the piercings, the occasional blunt wedged between his lips, and they painted him in a way that was so distorted it annoyed you. 

“Thanks for helping me, though. I appreciate you.” 

You bit your bottom lip into your mouth to suppress another smile, instead opting to simply nod your head and cover up any expression by taking a drink. 

At this point, the two of you had been hanging out at least once a week. Usually you just sat outside on his parents’ front porch and smoked and talked about life. His parents seemed to always be out of town, and although Jungkook lived across the hall from you in the university dorms, he stayed at his parents’ house a lot to take care of their dog. 

It felt weird, though, hanging out with Jungkook. It was like all your interactions could only happen during those moments; otherwise, he didn’t talk to you when you saw him around campus. Even in your advanced poetry class, he would lock eyes with you across the room, but he never said a word. 

And it didn’t help that he was best friends and roommates with Kim Taehyung, the campus casanova who’d fucked you like you were the only girl in the world for an entire semester until you saw him cuddled up at a party with some other girl who didn’t even go to your university. The next day he was standing at your dorm asking for his skateboard back, weaving some lie about how summer break was the time to be single and have fun, but that he would “never forget” the fun times you'd had. 

Then Taehyung got a girlfriend. 

So maybe you were a little bit bitter over how things ended with Taehyung (and maybe you’d spent the entire summer crying yourself to sleep at night and aimlessly scrolling through Tinder, looking for anyone who might replace him and finding nothing). But the worst part was knowing that Taehyung had probably talked to Jungkook about you, and you had no idea what he might have said. 

“Hopefully the film is still okay,” you said after a moment, trying to pull yourself out of the cyclical negative thoughts you were often consumed by. 

You finished your glass, shaking your head at Jungkook’s offer for more rosé. He nodded, pushing himself up to stand and reached out to take your empty glass. 

You watched him from the floor as he washed the glasses in the sink. Your eyes lingered just a bit too long on the way his forearm muscles flexed while he cleaned, a few veins popping out along the back of his hands and the inside of his arm. Tattoos and piercings hadn’t ever been your thing, not that you didn’t appreciate the allure of body modifications. You’d just found yourself going after boys who looked polished, good boys to take home to mom. Jungkook had been the one to initiate your friendship, asking to hang out while you worked on your poems or read the many poetry collections due for class. You’d be a liar if you said his sudden interest in you hadn’t sparked your own interest in him.

Just one glass of wine was enough to make you a bit lightheaded, and Jungkook was a heavy pourer, apparently. 

“You good?” 

You blinked and stared into Jungkook’s face. He was drying off his hands now, watching you with an amused look on his face. 

“Umm, yeah. Just a lightweight,” you said with a breathy laugh that sounded a little too forced for your liking. Jungkook didn’t seem to notice. 

“You wanna go to my studio with me? The one on campus?” 

You looked down at your phone, a few text messages popping up from your roommates demanding to know where you were. Swiping to clear the notifications, you looked up at Jungkook and gave him a small smile. 

“Sure.” 

“That thing so fire baby, no propane. Got good pussy, girl, can I be frank? To keep it 100, girl, I ain't no saint.” 

Music came blaring out of the car’s speakers at an alarmingly high volume, causing you to exhale a startled shout. Jungkook quickly lunged to turn down the volume and accidentally honked the car’s horn when his shoulder leaned against the steering wheel. 

“Shit, sorry.” 

“Talk about fucking sensory overload, fuck,” you mumbled, heart still dazed in your chest. 

“It was actually nice outside for once. I was whippin’ with the windows down, so the music’s gotta be louder.” 

All he was getting from you was rolled eyes and the sound of your seatbelt clicking into place. 

Jungkook turned around to look over his shoulder as he backed out of the driveway. He grabbed onto the back of your seat to position himself; once again, you found yourself eyeing his arms, exploring the exposed tattoos. It kind of pissed you off how hot it was when guys drove backwards. What was evolutionarily advantageous about that attraction? 

“If you wanna change it, I got a couple CDs.” 

Jungkook motioned to the middle console. You flipped through them, finding the album that was currently playing. You’d recognize it anywhere; he was one of your favorite musicians. 

“Bryson Tiller?” You turned the CD case over in your hand, eyes scanning the tracklist on the back. “You listen to sex music while you drive? And off a CD instead of Bluetooth, no less?”

Jungkook barked out a laugh, all teeth and crinkled eyes that you could just barely make out as the streetlights streaked over his face. 

“Yeah, I guess I do. You got a problem with Bryson?” His fingers lazily tapped against the steering wheel to the relaxed beat of Don’t - which happened to be your favorite song on the album. “This car is twenty-one years old. You’re lucky we’re not sitting here listening to cassettes.” 

“Who doesn’t like Bryson Tiller? That’s the baby-making music of our generation,” you said with a laugh. “Honestly, I can’t believe this song came out in fuckin’ 2015. Why does that feel like such a long time ago?” 

Jungkook sat in the driver’s seat with his legs spread as much as possible; this position was what had made you realize just how thick and nice his thighs really were. Plus, he drove with one hand on top of the steering wheel, left elbow bent slightly. He usually let his right hand rest against his thigh, though sometimes he held onto the gear shift in between the two of you. 

There was rarely any traffic in your college town, and especially not at 10pm on a Tuesday night. The two of you fell silent, Bryson Tiller’s soulful lyrics swirling through the car in the absence of conversation. Jungkook was typically a man of few words. You’d grown accustomed to carrying the conversation. With most people, that would have bothered you, but with Jungkook it was different. You knew he was paying attention when you talked; you could see it in the way the corners of his mouth twitched when you said something dorky (which was, apparently, all the time). 

And when he did have something to say, it was always worth the wait. 

“You’ve got good taste,” Jungkook said after driving a few blocks. “Guess I should probably add him to my sex playlist.”

Before you had time to process his comment Jungkook was pulling into the east parking lot of your university, the part of campus that was off to the side and only held art-related facilities. 

He led you to an unmarked backdoor of the building closest to the parking lot. Pushing the door open, he held it for you with a sweep of his hand. 

“Ladies first, noona.” 

Scowling at the honorific, you still obliged, entering a long hallway. The walls were bare, just an eggshell white, a few black scuff marks here and there, as if someone had been carrying something large and struggled to fit it through the narrow space. Jungkook maneuvered past you to lead the way to another unmarked door. 

The studio was a lot larger than you expected. One side of the room had a large rack of painted canvases to dry. You turned to inspect the left side of the room, finding multiple easels with additional canvases of varying sizes, most blank or seemingly half-finished. A rather worn-looking couch was placed in the middle of the room. Beside it was a coffee table and a Bluetooth speaker. (So Jungkook did know about modern technology.) Paint-covered tarps protected much of the concrete floor, and there were paint buckets and other supplies scattered in every corner. The entire room was pure chaos, but it seemed like there was an organization to it that only Jungkook knew. 

“So… yeah. This is my studio.” Jungkook closed the door behind you and locked it. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his action, but you swallowed down the spike of fear that had threatened to bubble up inside of you. You’d spent plenty of alone time with Jungkook. There was nothing to worry about. 

“I had to practically beg the school to let me have my own space since I’m not an art major, but they eventually let up,” Jungkook continued with a shrug. 

You were impressed, honestly. Jungkook wasn’t known for being the most reliable student academically; it was surprising they’d given him such privileges. 

“I like it,” you said simply, eyes still roaming the space. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do now. Studio art wasn’t really your thing, poetry was. 

Luckily, Jungkook had a knack for reading your mind. 

“You can sit on the couch if you want. I got a project due tomorrow morning, so I’m gonna work on it. But if you wanna paint, just lemme know.” He scrolled through his phone as he spoke, and eventually more R&B music started playing from the speaker. 

“Tomorrow morning? JK, it’s fucking 10:30.” 

You stared at him with your head tilted to the side in disbelief, but you were only met with another shrug and a grin. Living on the edge. King of Procrastination, Jeon Jungkook. You were already getting secondhand stress. 

With a quiet hum to himself as the music took over, it was clear to you that Jungkook had switched to his serious side. He began prepping one of his easels with various paint brushes and paints. Dragging a heavy-looking but small filing cabinet next to the easel, he used the surface to store his supplies while he worked. 

You flopped onto the couch, adjusting so you could have a clear view of Jungkook. He looked cute in his jeans and black hoodie, a blunt pencil tucked behind his ear. His lips pouted slightly as he planned what he was going to do with his painting. Occasionally the pencil would be plucked from his ear and a few sketches appeared on the canvas, too light for you to see what they were from your position on the couch. 

The vibration of your phone tore your eyes away from Jungkook’s figure. It was no surprise that your roommate group text was blowing up. 

Courtnayyy 😘 [10:00] BITCH WHERE ARE YOU

A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:01] pls tell me the weirdo didn’t murder u

Courtnayyy 😘 [10:04] If he did can I have your Mac Miller poster? 

A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:15] court how tf would she approve of that if she’s dead? she ain’t gonna see this shit

Courtnayyy 😘 [10:18] Ouija board

A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:25] stfu 🔫

A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:25] Y/N you better answer ur fucking phone right now

A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:40] hellooooooooooooooooooo

You let out a sigh loud enough for Jungkook to look over at you, eyebrows furrowed. 

“My roommates think you killed me.”

Jungkook grinned and turned back to his easel with a shake of his head. You’d expected him to say something, but then the reminder that Jungkook was… unconventional slithered into your mind. 

[10:45] I’m alive. Can you pls stop blowing up my phone now? 💀

Courtnayyy 😘 [10:46] FUCKING FINALLY 

A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:47] what are you doing??

[10:50] We’re just hanging out at his studio. I’ll probably leave soon

You tossed your phone next to you on the couch and lifted your arms into the air to stretch. It was rather warm in the studio and the smooth music of whatever playlist Jungkook had on was making you feel sleepy. What kind of lame college student were you? 

“I was serious about what I said.” Jungkook didn’t look at you while he painted, too focused on mixing the right shade of brown. 

“About what?”

“You can paint if you want. All the paint and brushes are in the cabinet.” 

You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes flitting from the filing cabinet next to Jungkook to the easel off to the side with a blank canvas. What if whatever you painted looked like shit? You had no idea what you were doing. 

But when did you ever get to paint in your adult life?

Pushing yourself off the couch you approached Jungkook to start rummaging in the drawers for supplies. You were stopped in your tracks, however, the moment your eyes landed on his painting. Considering that much time hadn’t passed, Jungkook was far along in his work. You came face to face with a woman, or at least the naked body of a woman. She was painted in soft earthy tones, curves accentuated by what looked like a gold silk ribbon that wrapped around her. The painting was certainly abstract because she was missing a head and her limbs weren’t finished, but just having her strong torso and thighs, and a long regal neck, somehow made her feel complete. 

“That’s beautiful, JK. She looks so realistic… How can you do all those little details so quickly?” You spoke quietly, desperately wishing you could touch the canvas. 

“Painting nudity is easy.” Another classic Jungkook shrug. “That’s why it’s so overdone. There’s nothing more beautiful than humans in their purest state, right? We’re the original art.” 

You would have never considered nudity to be pure, but you liked Jungkook’s analysis. Society saw nudity as all about sex. Despite his depiction of breasts and genitalia, Jungkook’s painting was a reflection and appreciation of a body. 

You wondered if it was anyone’s body in particular. 

The thought soured your mood a bit, and you quickly returned your focus to finding the supplies you needed. Satisfied, you took up the easel beside Jungkook. What the fuck were you going to paint? Especially now that you had this beautiful work blooming next to you. 

“Don’t think about it so much. Just go for it.” 

There was Jungkook reading your mind again. 

You weren’t sure how much time passed with the two of you working silently. At first you’d considered doing something abstract, but eventually you felt compelled to do something a bit more realistic. You’d retrieved your phone (ignoring your roommates’ texts again) to pull up a photo for reference as you painted. 

After a while Jungkook lifted his finished painting and carried it to the rack to dry. By the time he had completed his painting, you were putting your final touches on yours - one that was far more simplistic. You found it entertaining, though. 

“Who is that?” 

You’d been so absorbed in getting those final details perfected that you hadn’t noticed Jungkook standing right behind you. You jumped slightly and that elicited a chuckle from the boy. 

“It’s a portrait of Bad Bunny.” Your greatest celebrity crush. 

“He’s cute. You did a good job considering you looked so scared to start.” His comment left your cheeks burning. You’d hoped it hadn’t been so obvious, but Jungkook was too observant for his own good (and for yours, too). “Maybe I should hire you as my assistant.”

“Thanks. It’s not as good as yours, though.” 

Jungkook waved you off and the action made him realize he had a good amount of paint on his hands. Rather than find a towel, he simply rubbed his hands against his thighs. You watched him, eyes lingering on the way his thighs stretched the tight material of his jeans. Looking up to return to his face you were met with a smirk. You were doing a real shitty job at being subtle, apparently. 

You chose not to say anything and focused your attention on finishing your painting, not wanting Jungkook to be waiting for you longer than he needed to. He sat down on the couch, now distracted by his phone. 

“So,” you spoke as you lifted up your finished painting, following Jungkook’s instructions to put it on the drying rack. “What was the inspiration for your painting?” 

Was it a bold question? You were trying to play it off like you weren’t going to cling to whatever his answer was. 

Jungkook patted the space next to him to encourage you to sit down. Once you were sitting next to him, your body turned slightly to face him, Jungkook leaned forward. His face was mere inches from yours and you could feel his breath tickle your cheek. He watched you with those brown doe eyes, such an innocent feature on an otherwise devious-looking face. The smirk that formed on his lips strongly contrasted the sweetness of his eyes. 

Jungkook’s tongue poked out to play with his lip ring before he answered your question. It was impossible to look away from his lips, and you thought you felt your heart stop. 

“The deadline.” 

The smirk grew deeper as he pulled away, running a hand through his hair. You were more than disappointed, feeling yourself deflate and finally realizing you’d been holding your breath. Your shoulders slumped slightly, but you managed to mask the reason for your disappointment by pretending you were disappointed in him. 

“Boy, you need to work on your assignments earlier so you can come up with something good,” you huffed, crossing your arms against your chest. 

“Was it not good?” He grinned, a cocky twinkle in his eyes, no longer doe-shaped but narrowed in mirth. “Come on, let me drop you off. It’s almost 2.” 

“Fuck, I have an 8am.” 

With a quick check on your phone you saw that it was indeed almost 2am. How had you spent almost four hours in the studio without realizing it? Nevermind the fact that you’d spent another three or four hanging out with Jungkook before you’d even gotten to the studio. 

“I’d skip if I was you.” 

Jungkook led you through the art building and to his car, making sure that the music didn’t startle you half to death when he started the car this time. 

“Unlike you, I’m a good student, thanks.” 

It wasn’t a terrible dig because you knew Jungkook enough to know he didn’t give a shit. All he’d do was give you a small smile and melt your heart with the confusion of how it was possible for someone to look both so soft and so dangerous. 

Your dorm was on the other side of campus, so the drive over was quick. But rather than drop you off at the sidewalk, Jungkook pulled into the parking lot, much to your surprise. 

“I thought you were staying over at your parents’?” 

Jungkook kept the car running, but he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned back in his chair.

“Me and Tae are gonna go smoke. I got this new strain of indica we wanna try.”

He didn’t look at you when he spoke, instead facing forward to peer out the window. Once he brought up weed, you realized you could smell the remnants of weed smoke in Jungkook’s car, partially masked by air freshener. 

At the mention of Jungkook’s roommate you felt your stomach drop. The feeling was only intensified when you followed Jungkook’s gaze to see a figure with long legs and broad shoulders make their way down the sidewalk, heading right in your direction. You felt ice shoot through your veins and panic settle into your chest. 

“Oh,” you squeaked out. You needed to escape, but you couldn’t force your hands to unbuckle yourself and open the door. 

“Do you wanna come with us?” Jungkook took your lack of movement as a desire to get high. 

You looked at Jungkook with an open mouth, but nothing came out. And even if you could speak, Taehyung was already flinging the car door open. 

“Oh, shit, Y/N. I didn’t even see you there.” Taehyung leaned against the car door, eyes sweeping over your small figure as you attempted to look as relaxed as possible. 

Did he lick his lips or were you just imagining that? 

“Want me to sit in the back?” 

Taehyung leaned down so he could poke his head into the car and talk to Jungkook right over you. The position gave you a perfect view of his neck and his collarbones peeking out from beneath the silk button-up shirt he was wearing, the first few buttons undone as usual. His cologne smelled like cedar and you could faintly smell something fruity, likely the strawberry-flavored vape he smoked. 

All of that was enough to send you mentally screaming into the void. 

“ThanksJungkookIgottago,” you sputtered, doing your best not to touch Taehyung as you moved around him to get out.

“Y/N!” 

You ignored Jungkook’s call, not daring to look back. Despite your exhaustion you took the stairs two at a time until you made it to your dorm, nearly dropping your keys as you unlocked the door. The kitchen and living room were dark, so you knew your roommates were asleep - or at least in their own rooms. You didn’t even bother to do your nighttime routine, opting to strip down to your underwear and collapse into your bed face-first. 

Darkness and silence brought you no solitude; quite honestly, they had the opposite effect. All you had in your head was Taehyung’s face… in your ears, his voice… in your nostrils, his smell. 

Groaning, you flipped onto your back and grabbed your phone to put on your favorite thunderstorm white noise playlist. In the middle of picking the perfect sound, your phone buzzed with a text. 

Jungkook (Poetry) [2:15] you good?

You bit your lip, not wanting to leave him hanging so late, but also knowing if you went down this rabbithole you’d never fall asleep. 

[2:16] I’m fine

Your phone vibrated almost immediately, but you forced yourself to put it away. Whatever Jungkook had to say could wait until the morning. Or until never, because right now you never wanted to speak to another human ever again. 

Jungkook (Poetry) [2:16] you don’t have to lie to me

Jungkook (Poetry) [3:02] lying destroys our intrinsic value as human beings by corrupting our ability to make rational choices and have free will

Jungkook (Poetry) [3:03] immanuel kant said that

You didn’t realize you’d be hit with a philosophical lecture the moment you woke up, but then you remembered that Jungkook had gone smoking with Taehyung. The two of them got all philosophical when they were high, as if they really could achieve some kind of superior knowledge. 

They were idiots. 

“Oh my god, when the fuck did you get home last night?” 

Anyone speaking that loud and harshly so early in the morning was an assailant. You glared at Courtney, brushing past her to get to the bathroom. You shouldn’t have been surprised that the girl stayed outside the bathroom door as she waited for you to finish. 

“It was definitely after 1am ‘cause that’s when we went to bed,” she kept on talking even when you turned the shower on. “What could you guys have possibly been doing that whole time? Did you hook up?” 

“No.”

“What?” Courtney strained to hear you over the sound of the high-pressure water. 

“I said, no!” 

It was ridiculous that you were standing there, rubbing your naked body down with lavender exfoliating soap, while you discussed your alleged hook up with a guy you barely knew. 

You thanked the Lord Almighty that your schedule didn’t line up with your roommates on Wednesdays, or else you would have had to suffer Courtney and Amiriah’s interrogations the whole day. 

Instead you sleepily dragged yourself through two morning classes and a work shift at the university library before you’d eventually have to face Jungkook head-on. 

Your Advanced Poetry class was small enough that all the students could sit around a large table together. The small, intimate class size made it easier for collaboration and made workshops feel a bit less ruthless. You’d gotten to the point that you could read anonymous poems from each of your classmates and know exactly who wrote what. You were like a little family who met every Wednesday evening for two hours and poured your thoughts, dreams, fears, and goals into each other with every written piece. This class was going to be what broke your heart when the semester was over; you could already feel yourself missing it. 

“Alright, y’all, we’re going to workshop the imitation poems from the exercise last week.”

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Whatever else Professor Mendez was saying didn’t compute; she sounded like she was speaking underwater and all you could do was shift your eyes to look at Jungkook across the table from you. You hadn’t expected him to be already looking at you nor for him to hold your gaze until you quickly looked away. 

The poem you’d written for the exercise was about Taehyung. 

You’d thought only your professor was ever going to see it. And now she was calling on you to read yours aloud first. No one else would know who it was about, but you knew Jungkook would know. 

“Y/N?” 

Professor Mendez looked at you, her star pupil, with an encouraging smile. You swallowed, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze though you felt him staring. If you kept the piece of paper on the table in front of you, you wouldn’t risk showing everyone that your hands were slightly trembling. And then you opened your mouth. 

I SAW YOU ONCE IN A FEVER DREAM 

(After Kaveh Akbar)

I saw you once in a fever dream shirtless 

swaddling me in a hammock hanging from cedar trees  

When you smoke it gets stuck  

in your hair Save it for later The smell of marijuana 

 and strawberry vapes     lingered in my clothes     In another fever  

dream you were my mother The doctor asked if I am 

allergic to any medications and I should  

have said yes but it is only you 

 I have felt love flow through me I have never felt  

it given My friend once told me 

there is only so much you can do  

At what point am I the problem 

 Sometimes I stare at the wall and peel the nails 

off of my fingers for every time you broke me 

Somehow it feels better this way  

It was depressing, pathetic even. Sure, you’d imitated Kaveh Akbar’s unique writing style to a T, but now you looked stupid for writing about a man you’d never even dated, who had unofficially “dumped” you last spring semester. Jungkook had to know. Unless he was completely oblivious (which was honestly likely, when you really thought about it). And maybe you were being too cocky, assuming some guy who you meant nothing to would care or even pay attention to the fact that his friend had fucked you into a broken heart. 

You sat with tight lips as the class discussed your poem, a few people put off by your use of space on the page, others praising your unique way of formatting the stanzas. Jungkook never spoke, but he never did until the end of class when Professor Mendez called him out for being silent. Then he would provide feedback for whoever had gone before him, his opinion usually directly contradicting whatever your professor said. She knew he wasn’t being defiant, and she welcomed his creative challenge of the status quo. But sometimes he was a bit much. 

“Well, Mr. Jungkook. Let’s hear yours.” 

You could feel the entire room both tense and lean forward, as if scared but also unimaginably eager for whatever it was they were about to receive. 

“I didn’t finish, but I can read what I have. It’s a prose poem.” 

UNTITLED

I met her in the evaporated residue of a midnight bong rip. Among glimmers of artificially-simulated worlds, of over-saturated hues. Hurried hues of a purple-pink bruise, bloom, slippery between thighs. Tongue flicks. Slide. These things only happen behind closed doors. An eternity of almosts, she likes to wear my hand as a choker. Drag me whole into desire, into pink folds and broken promises. Drip slick slow stroke glide and move inside, eat feast thrive. Beat it up every time. Pulsate. Pulsate. Own it. My hands on your hips. Blindfold over your eyes. Selfish fuck. I am a decomposing mind; her body whispers otherwise. 

Jungkook could have written a poem about dog shit and the way he recited it would have been breathtaking. It didn’t matter that his lines were verging on pornographic for an academic setting; simply the way the alliteration flowed like honey from his mouth was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine. The words came out like a gentle lullaby of filth, a smooth mantra, a promise of sin. It was no wonder the classroom fell silent. Even Professor Mendez stared at Jungkook with an unreadable expression on her face. 

“Thank you, Jungkook,” she said after a moment. 

He nodded politely and slouched into his seat again. 

Professor Mendez looked around the room for the first volunteer to take a stab at critiquing Jungkook’s poem. Only a brave soul could manage, and you were determined to keep your mouth shut. You could already visualize the way your classmates were going to gossip about this once class was over. You wondered how long it would take for Courtney and Amiriah to find out. 

“Who would like to go first?” 

It appeared the class had very few critiques, likely because no one wanted to dive too deeply into the abstract and overtly-sexual writing that had been. 

Professor Mendez went on a mini rant about the importance of knowing how to keep the flow of a prose poem that somehow derailed into a story about her new puppy. Perhaps someone had gotten her going to kill the last few minutes of class until it was 8pm and she was forced to let the group of you go into the night. 

You always managed to be the last person leaving the classroom every Wednesday night. Usually it was due to your prolonged conversations with Professor Mendez, the two of you gushing over a new poetry collection or the latest episode of a TV show. Jungkook, on the other hand, was typically the first to leave. Likely to go find his little crew of delinquents to do drugs with or whatever else they got themselves into. 

Except apparently not today. 

As you waved a goodbye to Professor Mendez, you headed down the empty hallway fully aware of the second pair of shoes echoing in the silence along with yours. Your insides were still scrambled from the series of exceptionally unfortunate events that had involved Kim Taehyung in the past twenty-four hours. You had no desire to entertain Jungkook, especially not after him staring you down all of class. And reading that fucking poem. 

“Are you really gonna ignore me?” 

You squeezed the straps of your backpack and stopped in front of the door to leave the academic building. If you acted bothered it would make you more suspicious. And it would let Kim Taehyung continue to rule your mind. You were better than this… 

So you turned around to face the doe-eyed boy and tried not to imagine his hand squeezing your throat. 

“I’m not ignoring you.” You cocked your head to one side in feigned confusion. Jungkook met your look with a small pout. 

“I’m sorry if I did something to upset you yesterday.” 

So, he didn’t know. Either that, or he was lying. But didn’t Immanuel Kant say lying is bad? You did everything in your power not to scowl to yourself. 

“I’m fine, Jungkook. I swear.” You let out an irritated sigh, casting a glance behind your shoulder as you heard thunder ripple through the air outside. You’d obviously forgotten to check the weather that morning, looking down at your t-shirt and shorts. 

“Okay…” He eyed you skeptically, but he didn’t want to push you further and threaten pushing you away completely. “Can I walk with you?” 

“Of course.” He lived literally across the hall from you. You could open your door and be face-to-face with his. 

“Okay… Can I give you a hug?” 

You rolled your eyes so far and deep inside your skull it was a surprise they didn’t detach and disappear somewhere. It wasn’t fair that you were taking out your frustrations on Jungkook simply because your ego was hurt. That self-awareness was what made you nod your head with your arms outstretched. 

Jungkook enveloped you in his large frame, the side of your face pressed against his chest. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, and he held the back of your head in his free hand. There was something about Jungkook’s closeness that caught you off guard. Perhaps it was because this was the first time you’d ever hugged each other; you’d never been this physical with each other at all, actually. You weren’t much of the hugging type, anyway. 

Jungkook’s warmth made you settle into his embrace for much longer than you’d expected. He felt soft, safe. Even the chemical smell of paint that had seeped into his hoodie was welcoming. Despite the rumbling of a heavy thunderstorm outside, you could still hear his heart beat beneath you. Something about that realization made you pull away from him suddenly. It was just too… close. 

He stared at you with a wrinkled brow and the pout was slowly coming back, but he stayed silent. You couldn’t meet his eyes. 

“Ready?”

 With raised shoulders you braced yourself for the downpour. 

By the time the two of you had sprinted across the courtyard, you were completely soaked. You felt your earlier frustrations melt with the water droplets gliding down your arms as you leaned against Jungkook’s equally-soaked body. He was nearly doubled over in laughter, shoulder pressed against the wall next to the front door of his dorm room. 

“You look like a wet cat,” he teased. 

“Oh yeah? Well you look like a wet dog.” Your poor hair was going to get embarrassingly frizzy if you didn’t take care of it immediately. 

Jungkook flashed you an evil grin and violently shook his head, sending water spraying all over. 

“Jungkook, stop!” you hollered, giving him a shove. “I feel so gross already.” 

You twisted around to fish out your dorm key from your backpack, but your fingers scraped the bottom of the pocket. No key. 

“Fuck,” you cursed, setting your backpack on the ground to search through more pockets. Giving up on that possibility, you checked the pockets of your shorts. Nothing. 

Unlocking your phone, your thumb hovered over your roommate group text, unsure if you should interrupt Amiriah and Courtney. It was a little after 8pm… Both of your roommates would be in their weekly sorority meeting that usually lasted at least an hour, if not two. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I… locked myself out.” What a fucking rookie mistake. What was this, freshman year? “I’m pretty sure I left my keys on the kitchen table.” 

Now you were stranded in your hallway, cold and soaking wet. You could go downstairs to ask your RA to let you in, but she was a bitch. 

“You’re a mess. Come on, I’ve got clothes for you.” 

He didn’t give you the opportunity to protest; instead, he stepped inside his dorm without even so much as a look over his shoulder at you. 

Apparently your desire to be warm and dry was stronger than your fear of entering the Dorm Room from Hell. You’d never been in Jungkook’s dorm before, mostly because you didn’t want to run into Taehyung. 

The layout was the same as yours: full kitchen with adjacent living room, long hall with individual bedrooms that ended with a bathroom. The decorations practically screamed “guys who smoke weed” considering the giant marijuana leaf tapestry hanging in the living room and the multicolored string lights that hung on the ceiling casting a psychedelic glow throughout the dorm. An incense that smelled interestingly like the ocean was burning on the coffee table. 

You were pretty sure burning incense wasn't allowed on university property. Then again, neither was smoking weed in the parking lot, but Jungkook and his roommates did whatever they wanted. 

“Are you just gonna stand there or…?” 

Jungkook led the way down the hall, you trailing a bit behind him as you continued being nosy. As you passed the first bedroom, the door suddenly swung open, causing you to yelp when you were face-to-face with a rather grumpy looking man with shockingly green hair. The bleary look of his eyes told you he’d been asleep. 

“Why the fuck are you wet?” 

You did a double take, shocked at the roughness of the question from a stranger. Before you could answer, Jungkook was pulling you forward by the wrist. 

“Hyung, I went to the grocery store today. There’s tangerines on the counter.” 

The green-haired roommate grumbled a thank you and shot straight to the kitchen. 

“Just ignore Yoongi,” Jungkook whispered, stopping in front of his bedroom. “He’s a fifth-year senior and probably ready to burn the entire university down.” 

Jungkook’s bedroom was the exact opposite of what you’d expected. After seeing the chaos of his art studio, you’d thought his bedroom would be much of the same. Instead you were met with a simple, organized room. No clutter, no mess. Everything had its place, not an art supply in sight. Peaking over his shoulder, you saw even his dresser drawers were organized, each article of clothing neatly folded. That was likely why Jungkook was able to quickly pick out a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts to hand you. 

“Oh, and this,” he tossed you a towel, as well. “You can use the bathroom. I’ll be in here.” 

“Thank you,” you said with an appreciative nod. 

The skin on your fingers had wrinkled up from the rain and you pressed them into the towel to find some relief. Who knew the feeling of wearing dry clothes would be so sweet? You took your time in the bathroom, rubbing down every inch of your body. Unfortunately, even your underwear and bra were soaked. If you put on dry clothes over them, the water would surely bleed into the fabric. So you opted for going commando, to your dismay. At least Jungkook’s t-shirt was baggy enough that your chest wasn’t on full display, and it wasn't like anyone would know you weren’t wearing underwear. 

You caught a look at yourself in the mirror and laughed at how ridiculous you looked. It was like you’d come out of a really bad hip-hop music video from the early 2000s, literally drowning in baggy clothes. 

“Hey Jungkook… Do you have something I could put my clothes in?” You stood in the hallway in front of Jungkook’s bedroom, wet clothes in your hands. The door was closed and you were afraid of opening it if he was still changing. 

“You look cute.” 

You instinctively squeezed your bundle of clothes, turning your head to the side at the sound of that Mother. Fucking. Annoying. Ass. Voice. 

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at you, probably utterly confused as to why you looked the way you did, standing there in his dorm. You were determined to give him absolutely nothing. 

“So, you and Jungkook, huh?” 

A small smirk twisted at the corners of his mouth. By the way he was standing with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, it was clear that he wasn’t planning on walking away. 

“We just got back from class,” you said matter-of-factly. 

You focused on a spot on the wall to the right of his head when you spoke; it made it easier to look at him without having to stare into his eyes. Even though you found absolutely nothing about your statement funny, Taehyung started laughing. It was a low chuckle that brought that stupid smirk out even more. 

“Were you coming back from class at 2 o’clock this morning, too?” 

His eyes glinted with something that made a shiver shoot down the length of your spine. 

Luckily, Jungkook’s abrupt presence swinging the bedroom door open gave you and Taehyung someone else to focus on, and you could safely escape the fact that you didn’t have a witty comeback to shove in Taehyung’s face for teasing you about Jungkook. There was nothing there with Jungkook.  

He just gave nice hugs. And you respected his creative mind. And he had great taste in music. And you felt a little bit bad for him because people didn’t seem to give him the chances he deserved. And, wow, he was standing in the doorway of his bedroom wearing form-fitting gray sweatpants that sat low on his hips and you could tell that they sat low because he was shirtless. And your eyes were skipping down the path that his happy trail was leading from his belly button down to the strings of his sweatpants that hung down just on top of where you could make out a slight bulge in the fabric. 

“Y/N?” 

You quickly tore your eyes from Jungkook’s crotch to look at his face, not missing the way Taehyung’s smirk was growing even wider. You opened your mouth, then looked down at your clothes, then back at Jungkook. 

“She wants something to put her clothes in,” Taehyung admitted once it was clear you weren’t going to cooperate. “I’m going over to Natalie’s. Oh, and I dipped into your Trojan stash. Yoongi hyung didn’t have any and you have too many.” 

He flashed Jungkook a grin and pushed himself from his leaning position on the wall. 

“Have fun,” he offered over his shoulder as he walked away, heading to go fuck his girlfriend’s brains out. 

You were going to throw up. 

“What a fucking asshole,” you breathed through gritted teeth. 

Rather than be surprised at your cursing, Jungkook gave you a sympathetic look as he took your wet clothes from you to put in a small duffle bag. 

“I’m sorry…” he said after a moment, gesturing for you to step into his bedroom. He closed the door behind you and hopped onto his bed. Just as he’d done in the studio, he patted the space next to him to get you to sit with him. 

“C’mere.” 

“Jungkook, I don’t wanna bother you anymore. You’ve had to deal with me a lot the past 24 hours.” 

“Do I look bothered?”

You gave the boy a tight shake of your head and clambered onto the bed beside him, careful to sit hunched over a bit so your chest wouldn’t be too obvious. For once, he no longer smelled like paint. Instead your senses were overwhelmed by the strong scent of his laundry detergent, something akin to the ocean breeze of the incense the roommates were burning in the living room. He leaned his back against the headboard, but he turned at an angle to look at you from the side. 

“He told me about you two…” 

You felt your body stiffen at his confession and Jungkook rushed to finish his thought. 

“Not the details or anything. But just that you were hooking up.” 

Great. This was perfect. Leave it to Taehyung to treat you like a secret yet blabber to his friends. You hadn’t even told any of your friends about Taehyung. To this day, Courtney and Amiriah had no idea. And could you even trust Jungkook when he said the details were spared? Didn’t boys love to talk about their sexual conquests? 

“I’m sorry he’s such a fuckboy.” 

“Oh, like you aren’t, too?” 

“What?!” 

Jungkook stared at you incredulously, shocked by your sudden aggression. But you couldn’t stop yourself. The anger you’d let fester in you from countless boys quite literally fucking you over was all spilling over the top. It was just unfortunate that Jungkook was there to bear the weight rather than Taehyung; but you didn’t think he was wholly innocent either. College boys were entitled and selfish. Even though Jungkook had never done anything to you, you’d seen how some girls followed after him like he was some kind of mystery meant to be solved. He never explicitly talked about his love life with you, but you only took that as a bad sign. 

“Oh don’t act brand new, Jungkook. You literally make everything about sex. Literally all your poems are about eating pussy. You made that fucking painting of a naked women. And what the fuck is that?” 

Your arm shot out to point at a painting hanging on his wall that looked vaguely like an abstract rendition of a vulva. It somehow felt like the icing on the fucked up cake. 

“It’s called artistic appreciation!”

“You’re just as gross as Taehyung and all the other guys who just use women for their bodies and don’t give a fuck about how we feel or-”  

“Stop it.” Jungkook’s voice hit you like ice. You dropped your arm down and whipped your head back around to look at him, lips falling open at the harshness of his tone. 

“Don’t compare me to Tae. You don’t know what I’m like. You barely know me at all.” 

“That’s not-” 

“I said stop, okay?” he interjected again and the glare he sent you was enough to shut you up for good. Being scolded wasn’t exactly high on your list of favorite activities, especially not from someone you considered to be a friend. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you struggled to swallow down your words, shame creeping up your face in waves.

“I’ve spent the last four months in that poetry class watching you write about feeling broken and alone and misunderstood. And you know what I do? I invite you over to do homework ‘cause I know none of your other friends are studying English. And I asked you to go to Morgan Parker’s book reading with me ‘cause I knew you didn’t have anyone else to go with. And I invited you to my studio ���cause you said you wish you were good at art and I wanted you to see that you could be good if you tried.” 

At this point his cheeks had turned bright pink and his hands were bunched up into fists in his lap. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t look away from the fire in his eyes. 

“I’m not trying to make you feel like you owe me anything or to get some kind of recognition, okay? But just don’t fucking compare me to Tae when all I’ve ever tried to do is make you feel less alone. I like you, a lot. And I don’t even care that you’re not into me and you’re still caught up on him. I genuinely just want you to be happy.” 

With his monologue over, Jungkook turned his head to stare down at his hands, leaving you to peer at his profile with your mouth hanging open. 

It was the most you’d heard Jungkook speak, ever. It was also the most expressive you’ve ever seen him. Despite his passion for art, Jungkook was a very level person; he was collected even in the most stressful situations. To see him visibly shaking as he raised his voice was upsetting. 

“Jungkook…” You reached out to touch his arm and your heart broke into a million pieces when he flinched. 

“It’s whatever.” 

But it wasn’t. 

You felt like shrinking into the smallest version of yourself and disappearing. You’d spent so much time aching over the wounds Taehyung had left that you hadn’t considered what you might be missing out on, or how you might have been hurting someone else. Your head was lost in the dark cloud hanging over you; your heart couldn’t see anything in front of you. Blinded by your own pain, healing long overdue. 

You were so fucking stupid. 

“JK…” you started again. Lifting your hand, you brought your fingers to his chin and encouraged him to turn his head to look at you. “I’m so sorry. I really am. I just… It hurts? I don’t know what to do with the hurt.” 

From Taehyung and every other reckless boy. 

You let go of his face and waited, holding your breath until your lungs burned. Much to your disappointment, Jungkook maintained that cold stare, his eyes boring into yours so deeply that you felt like he was seeing something inside of you that even you didn’t know. You were afraid to look at him, shame making it difficult to hold your head up.  

“Give it to me.” 

“What?” It was your turn to cast your eyebrows down in confusion. 

“Give me the hurt. You don’t have to hold onto it anymore. I can take it.” His large hand enveloped your own, thumb running figure 8s into your skin.

You tried to speak, but you couldn’t choke out even a whisper as his words repeated in your head. Give me the hurt. Your hands shivered beneath his and you looked away quickly, feeling that horrid prickling in the corner of your eyes. You were not going to lose it just because you were touch-starved and never once in your life had someone so soundly declared their desire to take on whatever pain it was that you were feeling. You liked to keep your pain a secret, only letting out emotions through your poetry. And even then, you wanted to separate yourself from it. Writing was like putting down your emotion, letting it exist outside of you, so you could live free from it. But that didn’t always happen the way you wanted it to. 

You blinked quickly, losing focus on Jungkook’s face until you felt something hot slip down your cheek and you realized you were crying. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, embarrassment flooding your chest as you tried not to hiccup. What kind of emotional disaster were you? As Courtney would say, it wasn’t very girlboss of you. 

“I can take it.” 

This time the embers had gone out in his eyes. Instead, his irises were pleading with you. You tried to cover your face with your hands, but Jungkook held them down. He brushed your cheeks dry with his thumb, cradling your chin in his palm. 

“You deserve better, okay?” 

It was difficult to believe, but the soft gaze Jungkook held made you want to think maybe he was right. But how could it be possible for someone to want to carry your burden for you? He had no reason to. 

“I’m good now,” you said after a moment, the tears dried and your breathing returning to normal. You wanted to give him an out, let him have the opportunity to feel like he’d done his part in case he didn’t really mean what he said. You refused to let yourself fall for anymore bullshit. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t have to lie to me…” 

There was that familiar line. You felt your eyes instinctually roll and you couldn’t stop the next snarky comment from slipping past your lips, using biting humor as a defense mechanism to cope. 

“Okay, Immanuel Kant.” 

Jungkook snorted, matching your eye roll, but he gave you a smile that reached his eyes. A classic Jungkook grin that had you giving a small smile in return and making your stomach flip like a fucking gymnast. It made you slowly float back down to reality and you remembered you were sitting in a shirtless Jungkook’s bed, his body leaned forward out of concern for you, his face mere inches from yours. Hand still cradling your chin. 

“Jungkook…” 

Your voice got caught in your throat with what little breathing you could manage. Then you watched his eyes drop to your lips as you whispered his name, and the melancholic look he gave you when his gaze returned to yours made you squeeze your eyes shut with guilt. He’d confessed his interest in you and you’d completely glossed over it. Not on purpose, but somehow you were making your feelings the priority once again. And now he looked at you like you were already gone. 

“Yeah, Y/N?” You opened your eyes at his call. 

“I…” 

You wanted to tell him how you felt, you really did. But life had taught you that in relationships there was always someone who cared more, and that person always got hurt the most. You just couldn’t keep being that person. 

Jungkook studied your face for what felt like an eternity. If he was expecting you to finish your sentence, he was certainly being patient. But it was the way his mouth turned downward into a small frown and his eyes traveled off somewhere behind you that told you he’d lost hope. 

Until he was staring at you once again and his grip on your chin tightened so subtly you almost didn’t notice. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

His voice came out low and thick. The tone sent a shiver down your spine and made goosebumps rise along your forearms. You’d never heard his voice drop so deep before, nor had you seen his eyes darken the way they had now. A spark of desire fluttered in your stomach and you felt nearly lightheaded from the way your body was hitting a peak level of anxiety over his question. If you said yes, were you just giving into yet another boy who would ruin you? And you believed Jungkook could ruin you. He was an artist; they were always trouble. 

But there was no denying the fact that your nervousness was merely a physical response to your interest in Jungkook that had grown exponentially over time. You were weak, and he was right. You did feel broken and alone and misunderstood. And you knew that sometimes Jungkook felt that way, too.

Just when Jungkook began to pull away with a look of rejection written across his face, you nodded. Unable to speak, you watched Jungkook’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip as he leaned in even closer. 

You were prepared for something much more lewd than what Jungkook gave you. Though your lips were parted, he didn’t invade your space. Instead of tongue and lip biting, you were met with a chaste kiss. His lips were soft and gentle, and the way his hand cupped your face made you feel secure, just as you’d felt when he hugged you. You’d never felt a sense of security with someone from a simple kiss. 

And then he was ending the kiss just as quickly as he’d started it, finally dropping his hand from your face. 

“Sorry,” he sighed, no longer meeting your eyes when he spoke. “I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t want you to feel like you had to agree to that…” 

It was your turn to shut him up. Maybe it was the remaining hormones swirling in your brain from having cried so much, or the adrenaline from being kissed by a man you’d tried to shoo out of your mind, but you felt bold enough to take his chin in your hand as he had done to you. You pressed your lips against his, this time forcing his mouth into a faster, deeper rhythm. The kiss was heavy and more desperate than the first. It was what you’d initially expected Jungkook to give you; a makeout that went hard and fast from the beginning, 0 to 100. That was what fuckboys did, wasn’t it? Anything to get their dick wet the quickest. 

It was what you were used to.

Your small hands found the tops of his shoulders, fingers running along his smooth, warm skin before you pushed him against the headboard. Swinging your leg over his, your knees sank into the soft bed as you straddled him. You adjusted slightly in his lap and the shift made your core press directly on top of the bulge in his pants that you’d admired earlier. This realization made the sudden heat between your legs melt like lava, and you ground your hips into his in a smooth but firm motion. 

The movement elicited a deep groan from the back of Jungkook’s throat, another sweet sound you’d never had the pleasure of hearing fall from his lips. With his lips parted from groaning, you took the opportunity to slip your tongue inside of his mouth. His hands pushed up the hem of your shirt just enough to allow him to reach the skin of your waist, gripping you hard as your body moved against his. 

“Y/N, wait.” 

Jungkook pulled back to lean his head against the bed’s headboard and you were met not with lust-filled eyes as you expected, but eyes that looked so deeply pained you almost wanted to avert your gaze. 

“I don’t wanna be a rebound. I want this to mean something, or else I can’t do this.” 

Jungkook’s voice came out hoarse, and it trembled. His eyes still held that undeniable sadness that reminded you that, once again, you had failed to see how your own fear of rejection had made you ignorant to the feelings you were instilling in him. Here he was, willing to give himself over to you, holding back because he was afraid that you would hurt him.

Once again, shame flooded your face as you frantically searched for a way to show that you needed this to mean something, that in just a few months he had become the most constant person in your life, the person you were most comfortable with even when all you often did was just sit and talk about life. 

There was an obvious way to fix this, but you still had that gnawing feeling holding you back. 

“I like you, too, Jungkook.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you spoke just barely above a whisper. If you didn’t look at him, the vulnerability of the moment would be easier to manage. “You’re kind and smart even though you’re always toeing the line of academic probation.” 

Your words came out rushed, the last comment making you let out a laugh that sounded more like a short burst of air, and you held onto his shoulders for dear life. 

“And you’re the most creative and imaginative person I’ve ever met, but you’re so lowkey about everything. You deserve more than you give yourself credit for,” you continued, eyes still closed. “And… I guess you’re kinda hot…” 

With that you slowly opened one eye to peek at Jungkook’s face. It was embarrassing to say that the grin he wore made your heart soar and it was only then that you noticed the way his fingertips were running along your sides, tracing invisible designs onto your skin. 

“Only kinda hot?” 

“Oh shut up.” 

You gave him a playful slap against his chest. You let your hand linger there, palm pressed against him to feel the strength of his pec muscle. With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you ran your hand down the length of Jungkook’s chest and along his abdomen until you reached between your bodies to access the hem of his sweatpants. 

Without warning you gripped his cock, palming it over his pants. You felt it twitch beneath your fingers, already semi-hard and warm even through the fabric. Jungkook let out a low groan, hips slightly bucking into you. Suddenly aware of how painfully clothed you are, Jungkook slid his hands back up your sides, pushing his t-shirt off of you in the process. Ruining the orderly look of his bedroom, he tossed the t-shirt and brought his attention back to you. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hissed, realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

You shuddered at the gentle way he ran his fingers up your sides once more and you leaned forward when his tattooed fingers lightly pinched one of your nipples until it went hard. Then he moved onto the other one, tweaking it slowly. 

After a moment you let go of him and reached for the hem of his sweatpants, waiting for him to lift his body so you could pull them down his legs. 

He’s big, bigger than you’d expected. You’d imagined he would have a nice dick, purely because it seemed like the most mysterious, standoffish guys always did. They didn’t have to compensate by being boisterous and arrogant; they knew what they were packing and that was enough. But Jungkook was quite possibly too much. You were a small person, for fuck’s sake. 

“We don’t have to do this. If you’re not ready, we can stop.” 

There was Jungkook reading your mind, yet again. How was it possible for him to know exactly what to say every single time? Were you just that expressive? If so, no one else in your life read you so well. 

“Stop talking,” you repeated his earlier command, but you didn’t look him in the eyes. Instead you were focused on how heavy and soft his cock felt in your hand as you admired him. You ran your fingers along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, then you glided your thumb along the tip to smear the bit of precum that was already leaking. The action made Jungkook whimper and the sound sent a jolt straight into your core. 

But just before you could lower your head down to give him what you knew he wanted, Jungkook’s hand was cupping your chin once again. He pulled your face upwards to guide you back to his. 

“I’m fine, Jungkook. I want to do this,” you assured him, but he slowly shook his head. 

“You’re going in so fast, and you don’t have to. I’m not some asshole hookup. The point of all this isn’t just to get me off and make you put in all the work.” He leaned forward to kiss you on the tip of your nose and you’d never felt more wanted in your entire life. “You deserve to feel good for once.” 

Snaking his arm around your waist, Jungkook gently flipped you onto your back. Spreading your legs apart with his knees, he kneeled over you as he began laying hot kisses down the length of your neck, pausing only to suck at the soft skin where your neck and collarbone met. 

“Jungkook…” you sighed, squirming underneath him once his mouth began to travel further down. 

He flicked his tongue against one of your nipples, drawing a circle around the erect mound. He let out a deep hiss of approval when you moaned, arching your back to push yourself against his mouth. While his tongue was busy exploring your chest, Jungkook took his sweet time pulling his basketball shorts off of you, those too flying across the room. 

When he moved back into a comfortable position between your legs, his thigh brushed against your core and he let out a moan loud enough you were sure his roommates would hear him. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you could’ve warned me you weren’t wearing any underwear,” he groaned, his thigh now glistening with your arousal. 

“Sorry I didn’t think to tell you while I was crying.” 

“So dramatic.” 

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment that bore even deeper into your soul when a pathetic whimper escaped your lips the moment you felt Jungkook’s hand slip in between your thighs. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he sighed, effortlessly sliding his fingers along your folds. He ran his fingers up and down slowly as if he were memorizing each crevice and the way your legs jumped when he hit a certain spot, especially once he began stroking your clit. 

He was exploring, you realized. He was learning your body and there was nothing more embarrassing. All you could think about was the fear that Jungkook might not like what he saw. Or that he was comparing you to his past fucks. Or that Taehyung had told him things about your sex life. 

“Why are you hiding from me?”

You felt your hands being pried from your face and lifted over your head. Jungkook pinned your wrists above you, his face now inches from yours. You could see a restrained wildness in his eyes, but his eyebrows were knitted together in frustration. 

“Why?” he repeated. 

You shook your head, but another irritated call of your name made you question your decision to defy him.

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed…” you whispered, avoiding his gaze. 

“Does this seem like disappointment to you?” Jungkook rolled his hips into you, his now rock hard cock sliding against your dripping folds. 

“Ahh, n-no,” you gasped, wiggling under his hold. 

“Okay, so don’t hide from me. Let me take care of you.” 

Letting go of your wrists, Jungkook got off of the bed. You watched him with confusion that slowly melted into a mixture of anxiety and sweet anticipation as he hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Falling to his knees, Jungkook let your legs rest on his broad shoulders. You could feel his breath against your skin and it took everything in your power not to begin squirming again when you felt his tongue lick a hot stripe up the inside of your thigh. 

“I want you to watch me while I eat you out,” Jungkook murmured, his dark eyes locking with yours as he leaned forward to plant a kiss against your lower lips. “Okay?” 

You had no choice but to nod in compliance, propping yourself up on your forearms so you could get a better view even though everything in you was screaming to break your gaze. You could hardly believe it was Jungkook staring at you through his bangs from between your legs. Not to mention you were usually very shy when it came to being sexually pleasured - mostly because it rarely happened. Guys were always expecting you to do them favors, not the other way around. You couldn’t even remember the last time a guy had gone down on you. 

But there was no time to be shy when Jungkook abruptly plunged his tongue into your folds. You let out a loud yelp and immediately slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle the remaining squeals threatening to slip from your parted lips. Jungkook chuckled at your response and the vibration made your cunt throb. 

Still, you kept your gaze locked with his as he lapped up your juices, no matter how dirty it made you feel to have those blown out pupils bore into yours. Your eyes only fluttered when his lips found your clit and began to suck on it while his tongue flicked a steady rhythm against it, the two sensations proving to be almost too much for you to handle. Your breathing became ragged as you felt your abdomen tense up. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered a moan, hands gripping the bed sheets so tightly your fingers started to hurt. 

“Hmm, baby? You’re gonna have to speak up.” The new nickname made you whimper. 

As if to encourage you to find your voice, Jungkook slid two fingers inside of you as he returned to pleasuring your clit. The sudden stretch immediately ripped a strangled moan out of you and your hips involuntarily bucked into Jungkook’s face. 

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized, but Jungkook only fucked into you harder, expertly curling his fingers at just the right spot to make your legs start to shake. 

“Don’t apologize. You can fuck my face all you want,” he lifted his head up to lick his lips, sending you a wink that made your heart stop. 

He could sense your orgasm coming soon by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers, but he was determined to make it as mind-shattering as possible. Fitting a third finger inside of you, he continued to suck on your clit, tongue swirling to the rhythm of his fingers. 

“Ohh, oh my god,” you sobbed, tears pooling in your eyes as you finally reached your climax. You let out a loud cry, fingers tangled in Jungkook’s hair as you struggled to still your shaking legs. 

Licking a final stripe up your lips, Jungkook lifted his head from your thighs and gave you a satisfied grin. He was truly a sight for sore eyes with his mouth soaked in your arousal and his hair a mess from your fingers running through it. You fell flat on your back, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. 

“You good?”

“I’m going to die.”

Your eyes were on the ceiling but you heard him laugh and you felt his strong arms lift your legs back onto the bed, adjusting you so you were comfortably in the center of the mattress again. 

“Damn, I didn’t realize I was gonna make you tap out so fast,” he teased, lying down beside you. He pressed a kiss against your throat. 

“Everyone says you have great head game and I should’ve taken them more seriously.” 

“Who says that?!” 

You turned onto your side to face him, already rolling your eyes. “Don’t you know the rumors that get spread about you?” 

Jungkook gave you a small shake of his head. “I don’t worry about people. I’m only worried about you.” 

The warm fuzzy feelings his words gave you were too much for you to bear, so you pushed them away by pulling him closer, crashing your lips into his. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush up against his chest. You could feel his cock still hard against your leg and it reminded you that this whole situation felt so foreign to you. Never had you been pleasured by a man who expected nothing in return.

“You are art, you know that? A fucking masterpiece,” Jungkook sighed against your lips, pulling away to nuzzle against your neck. 

“Jungkook.”

“Yes, baby?” There was that fucking nickname again making your pussy flutter back to life. 

Instead of answering him, you reached down to grab his cock. He groaned against your throat as you gave him a few slow pumps. He’d taken care of you just as he’d promised, and now you hoped he’d let you take care of him. Not because you felt obligated to, but because you genuinely wanted to. 

Wordlessly, Jungkook rolled you onto your back so that he was hovering over you, his forearms on either side of your head. 

“I want you so bad,” he growled against your ear, hips rolling into your open legs. 

“What are you waiting for?” you whispered. 

“Fuck…” 

You blinked and he was no longer on top of you. Instead he was rummaging through the drawer of his nightstand, eventually pulling out a shiny square packet. For someone normally so calm, Jungkook’s fingers were shaking with need as he rolled the condom on. 

“Is this okay?” He returned to his position between your legs as you laid on your back. Your heart stung at his thoughtfulness, shocked that he was asking you what position you wanted him in. You nodded, spreading your legs wider for him. Jungkook ran his fingers along the inside of your thighs, his head dipped down so his bangs fell forward, partially obstructing your view of his face. 

You gasped when you felt something wet hit your cunt. He’d spit on you. You could feel the extra lubrication slide down your folds and the lewd act made you shiver. Sure, maybe that was fairly tame for some people, but it had your head reeling.  

Holding the base of his cock, Jungkook rubbed the tip along your folds, further smearing his spit and your arousal together. 

“If you want to stop, just tell me,” he said hoarsely, and that was the warning you got before he was sinking his cock into your entrance. 

Despite how relaxed and turned on you felt, the stretch was considerable. You tensed for a moment and Jungkook froze, his eyes meeting yours. With a nod of approval from you, he pushed himself in further, finally bottoming out and holding the position as he waited for you to adjust. You felt so unbelievably full with him inside of you and the pressure of him against your walls was enough to make your legs shake once again. 

After giving you a bit of time, Jungkook began to move his hips, starting with slow but long strokes that got increasingly deeper. 

“Oh god,” he moaned, head hanging down so he could watch his cock disappear into your cunt over and over again. After a while he lifted one of your legs to rest it on his shoulder so he could adjust his angle to thrust into you that much deeper, and the next slam of his body into yours that had his cock make direct contact with your g-spot made you scream. 

“Shit, Y/N, Yoongi’s gonna kill us if you keep screaming like that,” Jungkook said with a grin that very much made it seem like he wouldn’t mind dying for such an offense. 

“You… just feel s-so g-good,” you cried out, your nails clawing at Jungkook’s arms as you searched for something to hold on to. 

He couldn’t possibly have been concerned considering he only thrusted into you even harder. The thing about Jungkook, though, was that he was going hard but he was going slow. He was savoring every time he slid into you, savoring the glisten of his cock as he pulled out. Turning his head to the side, he kissed the leg he’d draped over his shoulder, one hand running down the smooth skin while his other held on tightly to your hip to keep you in place. 

“Fuck, yes baby,” Jungkook groaned. He pressed his fingers against your mouth, gently prying your lips open to stick his thumb in your mouth. The action surprised you, but you obediently sucked on his thumb until he was pulling away again. Reaching between you, he pressed his now wet thumb against your clit and began rubbing circles as he fucked you. 

You whined at the sudden stimulation, your walls fluttering around his cock as your breathing turned into panting. “I’m gonna…” you let out another moan, your walls clenching around Jungkook’s cock. “I’m gonna come again.” 

“That’s right, come on my cock for me, baby. Let go for me.” 

How could Jungkook make dirty talk sound so alluring? So supportive? It was just like his writing, a gentle lullaby of filth. From the look he’d given you earlier, you knew there was a less tame side of him you’d yet to tap into. The memory of his poem flooded your mind, daring you to take things a step further… she likes to wear my hand as a choker...

Reaching out, you grabbed the hand that was holding onto your hip and brought it to rest on your neck. You saw that same wild look flash in Jungkook’s eyes once again, and you knew the action had affected him because his thrusting faltered for a moment. With your lips slightly parted, you tilted your head back slightly to expose more of your throat for him. Jungkook wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a sight more beautiful. 

“Shit, you keep acting up like this I’m gonna fall in love,” he grunted, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he opened up his palm to get a firm grip on your neck. As he resumed his rhythmic thrusting, he squeezed your throat. At first, the decrease in oxygen had you gasping in your body’s natural drive for self-preservation. Once your body and mind adjusted, though, you succumbed to the way your body tingled with excitement. When you moaned, your eyes fluttering and rolling back, Jungkook applied even more pressure. 

You’d never imagined you’d have another orgasm somewhere inside of you so soon after the first, but you were convulsing around Jungkook’s cock just as he asked you to, calling out his name in the sweetest song. 

It wasn’t long before his thrusts became sloppier and his grip on your throat became almost too tight. The string of profanity he growled in your ear as he came made you shiver. Was it really possible that you affected him so deeply? 

Jungkook hovered over you for a moment, attempting to catch his breath. 

“I think that’s the hardest I ever came in my life,” he said weakly, finally mustering up enough strength to pull himself out of you. He left the bed to throw away the soiled condom, you musing at his cute little butt as he sauntered away. 

“You’re welcome,” you said with a grin, though the hoarseness of your voice startled you. You pressed your hand against your throat and winced, not because your throat hurt, but because of the way Jungkook looked at you with deep concern. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, climbing into bed beside you. 

“Please,” you sighed, snuggling against Jungkook’s chest. “You did me too good.” 

“I’ll fucking do you again, too, if you don’t stop rubbing your thighs against me,” he murmured in your ear, causing you to chuckle lightly. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

A loud knock on the door made you jump, your arm instinctually covering your chest though you knew Jungkook had locked the door. 

“What the fuck,” he whispered, silently willing whoever it was to go away. 

The knocking continued, this time a bit more aggressively. 

“Open up, bro, the light’s on. I know you’re in there,” Taehyung complained from the other side of the door. “You’ve still got my pen.”  

Your eyes grew wide as you looked at Jungkook. 

With a groan, Jungkook got out of bed once again. Grabbing the basketball shorts you’d been wearing, he pulled them on and snagged Taehyung’s vape pen from where it sat atop his dresser. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on or fix his sex hair. 

“Wait,” you whispered. “What about me?” 

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jungkook spoke at a normal volume as if to demonstrate how serious he was about not caring if Taehyung saw you there. 

“Seriously, JK?” Taehyung clearly thought Jungkook’s comment had been directed towards him. 

You quickly grabbed Jungkook’s t-shirt and pulled it on seconds before Jungkook swung the bedroom door open. 

You watched Taehyung’s eyes slowly scan over Jungkook’s appearance. His mouth twisted as though he were about to speak, but then he locked eyes with you where you still sat in Jungkook’s bed, probably looking just as fucked out as Jungkook did. 

“Here.” Jungkook dropped the vape in Taehyung’s open palm. “Need anything else?” 

Taehyung’s eyes made their way back to Jungkook and whatever snarky comment he’d been prepared to make before was now gone. 

“Nah, that’s it, thanks.” 

After a week of being exclusive with Jungkook, you felt the need to loop your roomates into the whole situation. Courtney and Amiriah were your best friends, after all. The three of you had been your own Golden Trio since day one freshman year, ending up in the same peer mentor group. The first time you’d all hung out together you’d gone to an off-campus frat party. Barely an hour in and Courtney had been throwing her guts up right into the pool. Needless to say, the three of you had never gone back to that house. As horrifying as it was, you felt like it painted the perfect picture of your relationship. You were all in it for the long haul, no matter how messy. 

But now you had to tell them you were dating the weird guy. 

You kept looking at your phone, checking the time. The two should have been out of their sorority meeting by now, which meant they could arrive at your dorm at any moment. Waiting was nerve-racking. You gnawed on a hangnail, only pulling your gaze from your phone when you felt Jungkook’s strong arms wrap around your waist. He pulled you into his lap on the couch and leaned into you, lightly brushing his lips along your neck, making you shiver. 

“Why do you act like you’re having me meet your parents?” he asked with a small chuckle. 

“Courtney and Amiriah are important to me,” you started, trying to find the correct words to explain your friends. “They’re also really… judgmental, but because they care about me. And they don’t trust men.” Which was fair. You did your best to look out for them as well. 

Jungkook hummed in response but didn’t speak. That didn’t surprise you. A man of few words, you knew he liked to have time to decide how he felt or what he wanted to say about things. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you announced, standing up. Jungkook nodded and leaned back into the couch. Was it a good thing that he didn’t seem nervous? 

Of course the moment you entered the bathroom, Courtney and Amiriah came bustling through the front door. Their loud chatter quickly halted when their eyes fell upon Jungkook lounging on your couch, legs spread and tattooed arm draped across the back of the couch. 

“Hey,” he greeted them with a grin and a nod of his head. 

“Oh, um, hi?” Courtney’s greeting was more of a question. 

“Where’s Y/N?” What Amiriah wanted to ask was how he even got into your dorm, but she didn’t want to be rude. 

“I’m here!” You shuffled into the room, giving your friends a little wave. “Jungkook wanted to hang out here for a change.” 

The boy quirked his eyebrow at you and gave you an amused smile, noticing how you’d made it sound like it was his idea when it most certainly had been yours. Not that it bothered him. If anything, he wanted you to deflect onto him. He’d told you he could take anything you needed to give him, and he’d meant it. 

Jungkook got up from his seat and walked over to the three of you, hands in the front pockets of his jeans. The pose made his biceps and chest more prominent, and you couldn’t help but stare for a moment. God, he was too pretty. 

“I feel bad it’s the first time I’m finally meeting you,” he said in a warm voice. “Y/N never shuts up about how great you two are. Pretty sure I’ve heard the story of The Great Edible Debacle at the Dolph concert about fifty times.” 

You were shocked by how charming he was being. Really laying it on thick. 

“That is a horrible story to be telling people, Y/N! What the fuck,” Amiriah said with a laugh. “We’re only a little bit insane.” 

“And stupid,” Courtney chimed in. 

The four of you continued your bantering as you lounged around the living room, snacking on some food your roommates had brought as leftovers from their sorority meeting. Jungkook fit into the conversation rather neatly, talking a lot more than you’d expected, but still knowing when to sit back and let the girls dominate the conversation. He sat with his arm around your waist, keeping you close but not dipping into any PDA, knowing it would bother you if he did. 

The conversation came to a pause when Jungkook’s phone began to ring, all three pairs of eyes pointed in his direction. 

“Ah, fuck. Tae’s calling me,” he mumbled. “I’ll be right back.” As he stood up, he cupped your face for a moment, running his thumb across your cheek before he was bringing his phone to his ear. 

“Hyungie, what’s up?” Jungkook stepped out into the hallway, closing the front door behind him. 

“Girl, are y’all fucking?!” Amiriah leaned forward with a harsh whisper, excitement dancing in her bright eyes. 

“We’re dating, actually.” 

Courtney let out a squeal, bouncing on her knees where she sat on a pillow on the floor, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. “I knew it, I totally knew it.” 

“I’m gonna admit, weird or not, that man is foine now that I’m seeing him up close.” Amiriah loudly sucked her teeth and shook her head. “He’s got that snatched little waist. And those thighs? He could smash a watermelon.” 

“Okay, okay, but we gotta ask the REAL question here.” Courtney was now plopping down on the couch between you and Amiriah, blanket still in tow. “Did he eat it right?? In the words of Nicki Minaj, do he got good form??” 

You slapped Courtney on the arm in protest, but you were grinning as you spoke. “I almost started crying, it was so good.” 

“WHEW girl, stop it,” Amiriah grabbed your arm and shook it. “Are you willing to share? For charity?” 

Before you could scold your friend for trying to get her hands on your man, Jungkook returned. The shift in the room’s atmosphere was palpable, and the way Courtney and Amiriah watched Jungkook with new interest was almost too obvious. 

He gave you a confused smile as he squeezed onto the couch next to you. 

“So, Jungkook,” Amiriah began and you prayed to God she wouldn’t say anything stupid. “You said you heard stories about us, but we didn’t talk about all the fun things we’ve heard about you!” 

You shot your friend a glare but she was already on a roll with Courtney on her heels. 

“Yeah, we’ve heard all about your poetry,” Courtney added. 

You don’t think your roommates were prepared for the low chuckle that rumbled from Jungkook nor for the dark look in his eyes as he turned to you. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers, and you silently pleaded with him to behave. 

“Yeah, I was trying to give Y/N a preview of what she could be getting.” 

“Jungkook,” you gasped and your friends started talking all at once, but all you could focus on was the way your boyfriend was smirking at you, his tongue playing with his lip ring how he knew you liked. 

He leaned into you, his lips ghosting your ear and sending goosebumps up your arms as he whispered, 

“Just wait until you come over tonight.”

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[earl-grey-teacake]

I love your baby!loscar au man

I need more of baby Logan with George and Alex, my 3 fav boys (other than Lance)

Thank you so much!!!🥰

I love writing about the 3 of them, it's always so fun for me. Lance has been growing on me so I need to go and watch videos and interviews of him so I can write about him in my AUs. 😂 The Secret Santa video where he got Fernando the captain hat made him rise exponentially in my rankings.

I wasn't sure what to write since I had so many head canons and fanfic ideas so I made a compilations of little scenes and moments! If you want any of them expanded or elaborated one, feel free to ask!!!

Logan is approximately 7 months old here.

Shots

"Does he really need the shot?" George held Logan tightly against his chest.

It was just him and Logan today since Alex was meeting with Williams. Logan seemed so happy and unaware in his arms and it pained George to know what was going to happen next. There was a reason Alex usually took Logan alone.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." The doctor smiled.

George paused for a moment. You can do this George. You put yourself in danger all the time for F1. You have it in you. You can do this.

"Okay."

The doctor smiled and wiped Logan's upper arm with an alcohol wipe before taking out the syringe.

"It'll be just a little poke."

George felt his hands get clammy as Logan remained blissfully unaware of what was going to happen to him. To the doctor, it must've been only a minute or so. To George, it felt like time was moving so insanely slow. He felt the way Logan stiffened in his arms and could see the way Logan's face scrunched up, wailing from the pain.

"There, all done." The doctor smiled and looked up. "Sir, are you crying?"

*******

Umbrella

Logan clung tightly to Alex's blue jacket. His little body was wrapped in a thick blanket and George walked next to them, carrying an umbrella over their heads.

"Are you warm Logie Bear?" Alex cooed.

Logan giggled before turning to George and trying to grab the umbrella. His attempts, however, were unsuccessful as his arms were a bit too short and his parents were actively working against him.

"Ah!" Logan turned to Alex and yelled.

"Aw, I know. You want the umbrella." Alex laughed. "You're too little though and we're both a bit too tall."

"Ah!" Logan turned to George in hopes that he would be a bit for sympathetic to his plight.

George only laughed though before kissing Logan on the head. "Maybe when you're a bit older, you can hold your own umbrella."

******

Accident

Logan didn't like the atmosphere in the garage today. Logan had fallen asleep when the race started and woke up two hours later to find everyone rushing around. He could see his dad's car was back in the garage but Alex wasn't anywhere to be seen. His dad always comes and picks him up the moment he comes back. if Logan is asleep, he brings Logan to the debrief or to the driver's room.

"It's okay. I know you're scared. Let's go wait in my office." James gave a thin smile and carried the baby carrier into his office. Setting it on a chair, James readjusted the blanket that was slipping off. "It's a bit cold here."

"UH! UH!" Logan was starting to get fussy. He wanted his dad. He wanted to go back to the hotel and play.

"I know. Your dad is just a bit delayed." James smiled before returning back to his phone, hastily shooting off texts.

Logan wanted to cry and wail because he wanted his dad. It had been so long since he saw his dad. Did his dad forget him here?

The door swung open revealing a frantic Mercedes driver with a bag slung over his shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I came here as fast as I could."

"It's okay, I didn't expect Alex to have to be flown to the hospital." 

George breathed a sigh of relief before turning to Logan and smiling. "Hey, Logie. How are you doing?" 

"Uhhhh!" Logan kicked his feet and held out his arms, tired of being in the carrier. 

George quickly undid the buckle and picked Logan up, hugging him tightly. "We'll go visit Dad right now, okay? He'll be so happy to see you."

"George, it'll be okay. Alex is strong, you know that."

"I know." Logan didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it. Even his other dad hugged him tighter.

*****

No Dangerous Driving

People say having a kid changes you. When they were adopting Logan, everyone on the Mercedes teams told him that he would change, even the smallest habit that he didn't realize he had would change. To George, that was obvious. You have to make changes for your child. 

George hated being driven, he had to be the one driving. Even if Alex was a good driver, George simply was not made to be a passenger princess. Alex can complain and yell all he wants, but George simply gets there quicker.

However, when Logan came into the picture, the seating arrangements also changed. Logan was sat in the back, in his rear-facing car seat. Alex also moved to the back to be next to Logan and it was George, up front, all alone.

George saw it as a natural progression. Alex described it as overnight. George, who always drove quite fast and aggressively, had magically become the ideal driver on the road. Speed limits were observed, road signs were obeyed, and George was surprisingly forgiving to cars who merged without signaling. George had to be careful. He was driving his family around, it was his job to protect them no matter what.

*****

Albon Pets

"Have you seen Horsey?" Alex asked George. The cat usually stuck to his side but he hasn't seen him in 2 hours.

George looked up from his phone pausing to think for a moment, "No? In fact, I haven't seen any of them in the past 2 hours."

Alex looked concerned. The house was usually not this quiet. In fact, it was a miracle, Logan had been asleep for two hours without either of them having to go and console him.

"I'm going to go see where they are." Alex stood up and poked his head in the kitchen and dining room. Nothing.

"They aren't in the backyard or in the living room," George said, scanning around for any signs.

"Upstairs then?" Alex walked up the stairs and poked his head into the bedrooms and bathroom. "Nope, nothing here."

There was only one room left, Alex and George's room. Logan should be sleeping soundly in there but now Alex and George were concerned. Logan's interactions with animals were always supervised.

George gently opened the door, careful to avoid any loud noises that would wake Logan up. 

"Woof." The low woof spooked both go them. Otto looked a bit grumpy about being woken up from his nap.

The rest of the cats were strewn all over the bed and next to the crib, comfortably napping. Alex quickly stepped over the cats on the floor to check on Logan, his anxiety rising by the second before dropping at the sight of Logan peacefully sleeping. Horsey, never the biggest fan of the new addition, was comfortably napping on Logan's stomach.

*****

Uncle Charles

"Charles, are you sure you can do this? We can always leave him with Carlos and Lando."

"Of course I can. Do you think Carlos and Lando are better than me?" There it was. The competitive streak that earned Charles his place at Ferrari.

"If you're sure, then it'll be alright." Alex handed Logan and the baby bag over. 

"Bye, Logie Bear. I'll see you in two hours. Be good for Uncle Charles." Alex smiled before running off to his meeting.

Charles waved before turning his attention back to Logan. It's only been recently that Logan has become accustomed to being without his parents or the Williams staff. "Let's get you out of that hideous blue and into something Ferrari Red."

1 hour later

Toto received a text attached with a video of Logan all decked out in Ferrari merch. 

"I'm taking your star driver and your youngest fan❤️"

- Fred

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Thank you so much for the ask!!!

If you want more of the little snippets or just want the full story of the snippet, feel free to ask!!! 🥰

[l-littlebird-l]

Hello, little bird🥰✨ I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to thank you once again for the masterpiece “The Blind Dance”, that was breathtaking!❤️‍🔥

If you don’t mind, I’d love to share with you some of my thoughts, they might be veeery stupid, I’m sorry in advance, that’s just what happens in my feverish brain (Ominis’ been filling my mind completely for several months🙈)

So, personally I’m into powerful and let’s say dominant Ominis hehe. What do you think about it:

Ominis and MC are friends and of course both of them have hidden feelings for each other. One day, MC appears to have a bruise on her neck from some regular fight she had. Ominis can’t see it obviously, but hears some ambiguous remarks about her neck. He gets super jealous and storms to his beloved Undercroft/dormitory/any empty classroom to let off some steam, she notices his state and follows him. And when she asks wtf with you, he bursts out. Like... slams her up against the wall, holds her neck where the bruise is and smth like “who the hell was he?!” (maybe some assumptions that it was Sebastian, cause he knows they spend a lot of time together), basically revealing his dark intimidating side a bit. There can also be insults and some parseltongue spilling of course cause this boy can’t control himself hehe. She’s outraged, trying to push him away, but he realizes how stupid he was, apologizes passionately and then.. no less passionate and possessive sex with parseltongue as well🔥

Gooods I just needed to share it with you, and maybe you will find some ideas inspiring for your incredible talent! And it’s totally fine if you find it an utter rubbish, my brain’s just not working properly when it relates to Ominis😂

Thank you again, we’re all so happy to have you in this fandom!💕

Thank you so much for your patience with this piece! I loved writing it and I had a lot of fun playing around with Ominis’ emotions. 😉 Rest assured, your prompt for this piece was amazing. Thank you so much for being my first request, and I really appreciate all the kind words you give me. The Blind Dance is one of my favorites as well. Ominis just has this way about him. 💕 You definitely piqued some ideas for later stories. Thank you again, and enjoy!

• Jealousy Is a Terrible Thing •

Ominis Gaunt x MC (Smut)

— Requests are Open —

Summary: Ominis’ jealousy flares up when Sebastian returns to the common room well past midnight, carrying your scent. The accumulation of lies and excuses reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated confrontation between you two.

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Ominis is a master at finding every possible opportunity he can to get closer to you. He's like a magnet, whether that means strategically choosing the seat next to yours in class, skillfully appearing in the same hallways as you, suggesting lunch dates at The Three Broomsticks, or inviting you to join him for study sessions in a cozy corner of the library.

For him, every minute spent by your side fills his day with an unparalleled sense of happiness. It's as if the entire world around him had shifted since you entered his life. He now has something, or rather someone, to look forward to greeting every single day.

But today, however, things took an unusual turn. Ominis had hardly slept, and his mood was decidedly foul. All night, his mind had raced, tormented by the question of why Sebastian had returned to the common room so late last night, bearing the unmistakable trace of your scent. He wrestled with this enigma throughout the night, and what compounded his distress was Sebastian's blatant falsehood. Sebastian was notorious for brushing things off and fabricating the flimsiest of excuses. But that scent, Ominis recognized it all too intimately—it was unquestionably yours. A fire churned within him, a spark of jealously aflame.

(Recap)

As the clocks hands inched past curfew, Sebastian clandestinely slipped into the common room, his movements shrouded in secrecy. His arrival, however, didn’t go unnoticed. Ominis lifted his head from his book as he drew a deep breath, catching a tantalizing trace of your scent emanating from Sebastian's clothing.

Without missing a beat, Ominis confronted Sebastian, his voice laced with an unmistakable sharp edge. "Sebastian, you're out past curfew. What were you up to?"

Sebastian, however, was quick on his feet. He met Ominis' gaze with a feign air of innocence. "Oh, nothing much, just a late-night stroll. Clearing my head, you know."

Ominis slammed his book shut and rose from his seat, his brows knit together with irritation. "Late-night stroll? Clearing your head?" he scoffed, his voice tinted with bitterness. "Don't insult my intelligence, Sebastian. I can smell her on you."

Sebastian tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, beads of sweat formed along his forehead. "You're imagining things, Ominis. Just a bit paranoid, aren't we?"

But Ominis was having none of it. He took several steps forward, his words biting through the air. "I know the scent of her perfume, Sebastian. Don't think you can play the fool with me."

Sebastian's mask of indifference began to crack as Ominis' possessiveness pressed in on him. "Fine," he spat back, the veneer of politeness shattering. "I was with her. So what? She can choose who she spends her time with."

Ominis' patience wore thin, and his anger flared as he leaned forward. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sebastian," he growled, his jealousy unleashing. "She's mine, and you'd do well to remember that."

Sebastian, seemingly unfazed, crossed his arms with a smirk, his voice edged with false nonchalance. "Why do you care so much, Ominis? What I do with her is none of your concern."

Ominis gritted his teeth, his temper burning from within. He wanted to shout, to demand answers, but his pride kept him restrained. “Just answer the question, Sebastian. What were you doing with her?”

Sebastian leaned forward, his tone a venomous whisper. "Maybe you're just not man enough to satisfy her."

Ominis clenched his jaw, his jealousy scraping the forefront, but he couldn't bring himself to reveal the true depth of his feelings.

Sebastian leaned back, a smug grin playing on his face. "You're so possessive, Ominis. It's pathetic. She's not yours to control."

Ominis, his anger boiling over, shot back, "You're just a playboy, Sebastian. You don't understand what it means to truly care about someone."

Their words hung in the air, charged with tension and unresolved emotions. The common rooms quiet atmosphere seemed to amplify, and neither of them was ready to back down.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, as he leaned in closer to Ominis, his voice dripping with venom. "And what would you know about caring for someone? You've never even seen her face, let alone know what it's like to be with someone like her."

Ominis couldn’t take it anymore. The frustration, the jealousy, the pain all swirled inside him like a tempest. He had been holding back, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but Sebastian’s taunts and insinuations were pushing him over the edge. A dark, sinuous whisper echoing within his head.

With furious colors, Ominis lunged at Sebastian, his control slipping away like sand through his fingers. He grabbed Sebastian’s collar, his fingers digging into the fabric as he shoved him forcefully against the wall. His face was contorted with rage as he leaned in closely.

Sebastian was caught off guard by Ominis’ sudden loss of control, despite being pinned against the wall and faced with Ominis' seething anger, he managed to taunt one last time. He grinned, though there was a nervous edge to it.

"Ominis, you're blind in more ways than one," he sneered, digging in with a final jab.

Ominis' grip on Sebastian's collar tightened, his knuckles turning white. He was on the verge of losing control completely, his anger and jealousy driving him to the brink of madness. The whisper inside, growing louder with each passing second.

As Sebastian's taunting words hit Ominis, they seemed to strike a deeper chord. Ominis' anger slowly faded, replaced by a wounded look in his eyes. He slowly released his grip on Sebastian's collar, taking a step back and facing away.

His voice, when he spoke, was filled with a poisonous blend of hurt and resignation. "Fine, Sebastian. Have it your way," he muttered, his anger now overshadowed by a sense of defeat and pain.

Sebastian held his gaze on Ominis’ back for a moment longer before breaking away, storming off to bed with Ominis' words echoing in his ears.

Left alone in the dimly lit common room, Ominis couldn't quell the burning jealousy that gripped his heart. His mind raced with turbulent thoughts, imagining what you and Sebastian were doing together. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as his possessiveness over you gnawed at him, making it impossible for him to find solace in sleep. The scent of another man, bearing traces of you, lingered in the air, a reminder that he couldn't shake off.

As the day dragged on, he found himself in the library, waiting for your arrival. The evening had been earmarked for a study session between the two of you. He positioned himself in a secluded corner of the library, setting the stage for a mental game amidst the book-lined corridors. Aware of the intricate nature of his little mind game, he knew that extracting answers required meticulous finesse. Every move, every word was a potential gambit on your friendship. His mind was a turbulent sea of unanswered questions, each wave threatening to consume his thoughts. The stakes were high, and the risks, even higher. But his determination burned in red. He needed answers, and if Sebastian wasn’t going to give them to him— then you will.

Even moments before your arrival, his mind raced with restless thoughts, the relentless curiosity within him clawing at his very core. A low grumble slipped from his lips, his fingers sinking into the pages of his book, an unsettling image flashing vividly within his thoughts.

"There you are," a familiar voice greeted him with enthusiasm, the sound of your steps weaving around the bookshelves as you plopped your stack of books on the table.

Ominis, drawn by the melody of your sweet voice, lifted his head, and his countenance transformed. His features softened, and a smile, one reserved solely for you, gently curved his lips. The crashing waves of his mind finding ease.

"So you decided to come after all," he teased, deliberately averting his gaze back to the book in his hand as his grip softens.

"Of course I'd show up, I'd never miss our study time together. It’s too precious," you playfully retorted, settling down next to him.

As you opened your books, the sound of the pages turning harmonized with the subtle waft of your scent, enveloping the space around him. That same, familiar scent, lingering in the air, stirring something within.

The library was unusually hushed, the subtle sound of his nails picking at the corners of parchment, bending them with a nervous energy. Your gaze instinctively followed the sound, an elegant dance of curiosity shifting between his fidgeting fingers and his pensive expression.

You sat there, quietly studying him for a few moments, pondering on what’s occupying his thoughts. Something about him seemed amiss, though you couldn't quite pinpoint it.

You leaned into him, your body brushing against his as your lips drew close to his ear, your voice a soft whisper. "You're not typically one to fidget with your hands. Is something on your mind, Ominis?"

Your closeness seemed to have a calculated impact, causing his demeanor to subtly shift. The sound of the parchment ceased as he turned his focus toward you, his face adorned with a serene mask of calmness. "Hmm? Oh, no. Nothings on my mind."

Your concern etched lines of worry onto your brow, still convinced that something weighed heavily on his mind, but he wasn’t budging.

"Ominis..." you hummed, your hand gently finding its place against his thigh, your voice carrying a soothing, reassuring tone. "You know you can talk to me."

In a fleeting moment, all his defenses crumbled. A lump formed in his throat, your sweet, captivating scent enveloping him like a warm embrace. The gentle brush of your hand against his thigh ignited an indescribable sensation deep within him. In that moment, he wished for time to stand still, for this instant to stretch into eternity. Just you and him, a world apart from everyone else—a world far from Sebastian. It all faded into obscurity. It was as if only the two of you existed in that space.

You couldn't help but notice how your presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. Your fingers traced a gentle, reassuring path up and down his thigh, and a soft, affectionate grin danced at the corners of your lips as you observed him intently. He looks so sweet…

In this sanctuary, Ominis felt a newfound comfort, an urge to confide in you, to lay bare everything that had tormented him, and perhaps even to express the emotions he'd kept concealed for so long. He yearned to spill it all out, to finally lay his heart on the table.

Just as he was about to speak, a subtle squeeze from your hand against his thigh brought him back to reality. His lashes faltered, and with a soft, deliberate hold, his hand grazed against yours, seemingly hesitant to speak.

His lips were parted, and for a brief moment, he seemed as if he was on the brink of saying something, but his lips drew a line. Instead, he took in a deep breath, casually flipping to the next page in his book with a flick of his wand.

"You needn’t worry about me, I'm fine," Ominis insisted, his words carefully neutral. "I just couldn’t find sleep."

You sighed, not entirely convinced by his statement, but willing to go with it. "How come?" You inquired gently, your fingers naturally gravitating toward the comforting warmth of his inner thigh.

His breath hitched for a mere second, the feeling of your hand tantalizingly close clouded his mind with your sweet, intoxicating presence.

"Sleep often seems to evade me more times than I care to count. So I opted for some light reading in the common room last night," he began, his voice steady. A momentary pause followed as he carefully considered his next words. He taps his nail against the parchment with an unsettledness. “Just as I was wrapping up on my reading, a rather… perplexing encounter held me.”

His eyes lined up with keen perception as he sensed your hand twitch in response to his words, a restrained, sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew he had you hooked.

"Oh? And… who might’ve that been?" Your words faltered, your heart beginning to race as the realization set in, that you had unwittingly walked into his cunning little trap.

"Sebastian," he stated firmly, the pretense of an unruffled countenance still in place as he smoothly turned to the next page in his book.

"S— Sebastian, huh?" You gradually withdrew your hand from his thigh, fingers curling around the contours of your book as you anxiously flipped through several pages.

"Any thoughts on why he might have been up after curfew?" He nonchalantly twirled his wand between his fingers, deliberately taking his time as he keenly detects your composure slowly unraveling beside him.

"No— not at all. Why would I have any insight?” You brought your hand to your lips, your teeth nibbling nervously at your nails as your thoughts begin to race.

"Really, now?" He leaned back, drawing in a deep breath as he meticulously assessed the situation. "I had thought you two were rather… close. Mayhaps I judged wrong," he mused, his finger idly tracing the edges of his book, waiting for your next answer.

You cleared your throat, collecting your hair in your hands as you lifted it up off your neck and sweeping it aside to cool off.

“We should get back to studying, Ominis.” You mumbled quietly, adverting your attention back to your books.

A pit formed within his midriff, an uneasy sensation coursing through him as he discerned that you had just lied to him and casually brushed aside his inquiry. Lost in his thoughts, something had sparked his attention, a faint, distant sound emanating several tables away. His ears perked as he found himself inexplicably drawn into the poison of hushed whispers and muted laughter.

"Did you see that mark on her neck?"

"Gods, what is it?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's a hickey!"

"Merlin's Beard... who do you think it was?"

"I bet you 5 Galleons it was Sebastian Sallow."

"What— no way."

"You think she's been snogging Sallow?"

"By the looks of it, she's been doing more than just snogging." The subdued group of students snickered amongst themselves.

"And…. guess what I saw last night… I saw the two of them leaving the castle after curfew."

"What, really..? That's foul... and she has the audacity to put her hands all over Gaunt— are you going to report it to the Headmaster?"

“Not yet, I’m waiting for the perfect moment.”

“You sneaky little minx.”

“She deserves it. I can’t wait to see her crumble.”

"She should be ashamed of herself...”

"Isn't one enough? Leave the rest of them for us."

“She’s such a slut.”

A flush of crimson spread across Ominis' face as his anger surged like a rising tide within. His fists clenched together in a white-knuckled grip, his imagination running wild with scenarios from last night, each one more maddening than the last. Thoughts became an impenetrable fog, clouding his usually sharp mind. His jaw clenched as he slammed his book shut, the resounding thud echoing throughout the library. He stormed out, leaving behind a wake of turbulent emotions.

Ominis could hear his heart ringing in his ears. The whole world around him fading into a distant blur as he pushed himself through the crowded halls. His nails dig into the handle of his wand as anger, frustration, and jealousy envelopes him whole. The thought of you doing something so vile with his best friend tinged his heart. He felt as if the air was sucked right out of his lungs, his own emotions strangling him.

You sat there, bewildered by his sudden outburst. Trying to make sense of what just happened, you close your books in a hurry, leaving them behind as you quickly followed suit. Your eyes glued to the back of his pristine button-up as you chased after him, deftly slipping through the turbulent sea of students and nearly stumbling over an outstretched foot.

"Om— Ominis, wait…" your voice caught as you hastily found your footing, resolutely following his swift path into an unassuming classroom, leaving behind a clear path of confused faces.

As you enter the classroom, your eyes swept across the empty space, finding no trace of Ominis. You take a hesitant step back, perplexed. Suddenly, the wooden doors behind you click shut. You quickly pivot around to find Ominis standing there, blocking the only exit out.

“Ominis…” you muttered, standing there frozen and confused as an uneasiness settled within your midriff.

His eyes almost gleamed with a shade of green, as if a dormant darkness within him had awakened. A pure-blood Gaunt, a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the snake with no eyes, now revealed itself. His once-hidden frustrations surged to the surface, directed towards you. His body burned with resentment, hands trembling at his sides.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice low and tinged with a threatening edge, leaving no room for evasion or lies. "What were you doing with Sebastian last night?"

A sudden chill runs down your spine, as if he could actually see into your soul. You stagger back, your heart racing in response to his probing question.

"What do you mean..?" you stammered, desperately searching your mind for any little thing to grab at.

Your heart pounded in your chest, caught between the fear of angering him and the guilt of keeping the truth from him. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of Ominis’ words pressing down on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it, not yet. The room seemed to close in and crackle with tension, clashing with your desire to protect the truth.

"I— I was…" your words faltered as Ominis took an intimidating step forward. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, struggling to find the right words. Your tongue felt heavy, surrendering yourself to complete silence.

Suddenly, he lunges forward, his fingers wrapping around your jaw, pivoting you around, and slamming you against the closed doors. His breath brushes against your lips as he leans in, his eyes effortlessly locked onto yours.

You winced, your eyes squeezing tight from the sudden force, his hold around your jaw softening as his fingers grazed down your neck.

"You were?" He asked, his voice baring a darkness you hadn’t seen before.

"I... I was just... studying," you muttered, attempting to maintain the facade, but the heat of his body pressed against yours and his possessive hold shattered your composure.

Your mind raced, torn between your desire to protect Sebastian and the overwhelming presence of Ominis. His demeanor was suffocating, hard to resist the urge to spill the truth, but you stubbornly clung to your feeble lie.

Every word you spoke, every lie you told, was like fuel to the fire. His fingers encircled around your throat, tightening with warning. "Tell me then, what's this?" he inquired, the pads of his fingers pressing into the tender, bruised skin below your jaw.

You yelped, your hand reaching for his wrist in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He took your hand in his, pinning it against the wooden doors. With a low, frustrated growl, he eased his grip from around your throat, his fingers still remaining over the mark.

“Speak,” he said, as if you were some pet of his to command.

You gasped, finally able to breathe, your head spinning. "Ominis, what's happened to you?" you whispered, your voice colored with confusion.

He grew tired of waiting for an answer. His mind filling in all the details on its own. He pushes your jaw to the side with his thumb as he leans into the crook of your neck, his breath scraping against your skin. His soft lips brushed across your bruise, that same dark whisper filling his head with poisoned words.

“You like this?” He growled, his lips barely transgressing against your skin.

Your voice caught in your throat as Ominis' grip tightened, preventing you from speaking.

"Have something to say, do you?" Ominis’ voice dripped with irritation at your feeble attempt to speak.

An agonizing silence enveloped the room as you nervously shook your head in response.

"I didn’t think so." He sinks his teeth into your bruise, eliciting a pained wince from your lips. The warm caress of his tongue against your skin, paired with his piercing teeth digging into your neck sent an indescribable sensation pooling between your thighs. His hand snaked from your throat and down your waistline, gripping into your hip. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his knee stopped you from squeezing your thighs together.

He had you within his grasp, a pretty little thing trembling against the doors. In this moment, you were unequivocally his, a possession to be claimed. The air felt thick and heavy. He relished in the power he held over you, knowing he could do anything to you. It was crystal clear: You were his to mark, not Sebastian’s, his. And he intended to make that known.

"You like being a little slut for me?" He drags his lips agonizingly slow against your skin, catching your breath.

Despite the fear and the turbulent emotions, an undeniable surge of desire coursed through you. Ominis' dominance had awakened a primal longing within you, and your response was unmistakable. Your breath hitched, and your body caved into your desire, your hips arching slightly against his knee.

Ominis was acutely aware of your response. A sly smirk curled his lips as he felt the subtle shift in your body, the way you arched against his knee, the way your arm fell limp within his grasp, and the subtle wavering within your breath. It was evident of the power he held over you.

Ominis couldn’t help but taunt you further, his voice dripping with possessiveness and a hint of cruelty. “You feel that?” he whispered, pressing his knee against your damp knickers.

Overcome by lust, you found yourself writhing in place, unable to contain the fiery yearning that coursed through your veins. Your heart hammered within your chest, a relentless rhythm of anticipation and longing, each beat echoing the insatiable need for more. Every inch of your skin felt like it was burning, burning for his touch.

Ominis, consumed by his desire, pushed your thighs apart with a dominating force, making it clear who was in control. He pressed his hips into you, his hunger evident in the way he held you against the doors. There was no denying the raw and burning need he felt for you in that moment.

“You like being fucked so hard there’s bruises all over your pretty little skin?” He growled through gritted teeth, his grip around your wrist constricting. The anger in his voice sent tremors through your body, leaving you almost afraid to utter a word. A barely audible gasp escaped your trembling lips.

He couldn't fathom how you could lose your self-control so easily under such circumstances. His mind seethed with jealousy and anger. Were you always this easy to rile up? Is this what you and Sebastian do when he’s not around? Is that what you want from him? Unable to contain his rage any longer, he lashed out, slamming his hands against the wooden doors, staggering backwards.

"Is this what you want? Isn't Sebastian enough for you? You think you can go around putting your pretty little hands on guys and expect us to fuck you? You're— you’re such a..." He growled, his voice a mixture of anger and hurt.

Ominis leaned back against an empty desk, running his fingers over his jaw, a look of shame crossing his face. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he attempted to collect himself, but the damage was done. He knew he had lost control and shattered any chance of friendship that remained between the two of you. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face in his trembling hand, overwhelmed by the strangling feeling he has in his heart.

You were left speechless, your heart aching at his distress. With cautious steps, you moved towards him, your hand finding purchase against his shoulder as your thumb brushed with a soothing comfort.

"Ominis…" you whispered softly, your voice wavering with concern and immense sadness. "Please, just talk to me… What's going on with you? Why did you say such hurtful things?"

You settled down next to him, your hand gently gliding down his back. "This… this isn't like you, Ominis..." You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his waist, embracing him from behind.

The softness within your voice melted away all his defenses. Unable to contain his turmoil any longer, he began to unravel, pouring out the torment that had consumed him. His voice quivered. It sounded like he was on the brink crying. Your embrace around him tightened, unable to bear the sound of his shuddering voice.

"Please…" your voice trembled as you pleaded in him, the agonizing prick of tears welling within your eyes.

Ominis drew in a deep breath, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Slowly, he lifted his head from his hand, his gaze, blankly fixed upon the floor.

"It was him, wasn't it?" His voice held a note of anguish, as if he didn’t want the truth at all.

"What was him?" You asked gently, lifting your head from his shoulder and resting your chin against its curve.

He took a few moments, taking in deep, shuddering breaths as he tried to come to terms with it himself. “That bruise along your neck… It was Sebastian.”

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, your fingers instinctively brushing across the mark that adorned itself just below your jaw. "This?" Confusion filled your voice as your mind raced with questions. “No— Sebastian never hurt me, why would you think that?”

He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees, his hands clenching in visible disarray. "Not hurt you…" he uttered with an evident struggle in his voice. His head turns toward you as you break from the one-sided embrace. Your eyes traced along his pained face, tears glossing over. You tenderly cupped his cheek, urging him to face you.

“Ominis…” you murmured softly. “What then?”

He slowly picked his arm up, his fingers gliding over your caress with gentleness, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. This warmth was what he so desperately needed. His gaze lowered with somberness, his other hand reaching out to hold yours within your lap.

He shifted towards you, his hand falling from his cheek, finding purchase against your thigh. He appeared hesitant, at a loss for words— his mind wrangling with itself to even speak.

"That mark," he started, his head still lowered. "It was from making love, wasn't it?"

You sat there, blinking for a moment, caught off guard by his accusation. Speechless, you almost let out a baffled laugh but quickly restrained it. "Making love?" you retorted, your hand lowering from his cheek as you wrapped your fingers around his nape, drawing him in closer.

You pressed your forehead against his, gazing into his soft ocean eyes. "Listen to me, Ominis… There’s nothing going on between me and Sebastian,” you hushed, your voice filled with sincerity.

He pulls away with furrowed brows, disbelief etched across his face. You clasped your hands around his, pulling him back in. "Ominis, please… This bruise here, it was from an encounter with goblins. Sebastian and I… we snuck out of the castle last night. We wanted to have a little fun, go for a midnight adventure,” you paused briefly, a heavy sigh filling the air. “But I… I got into a little trouble. I messed up my footing and a goblin attacked me. I was exhausted. Sebastian had to carry me back to the castle… I’m so sorry, Ominis. I should’ve been honest with you… I had no idea how much this pained you."

He felt ashamed, he felt hopeless, and he felt so, so indescribably ignorant. The weight of his emotions hung heavy within the air.

“I promise you, there’s no other man out there that has my heart,” you continued softly, your words piquing his interest. Ominis slowly lifted his chin as his gaze fell upon you.

Your lips curled into a sweet smile, brushing your thumb in soothing circles over his hands. “No one else, but you.”

His lashes faltered, and that very pit within his stomach had completely vanished. He felt all the heaviness within him lifted, the venomous whispers within his head— gone, replaced by a sense of clarity and peace."No one else?" He asked softly, his voice broken.

“Ominis, I love you… I love you so much that it pains me. It pains me to see you like this. I fell in love with that very sweetness you hold so deep within your heart. You’re someone special to me…” you wavered, the weight of your confession hanging in the air, your heart pounding within your chest as the gravity of your words settled between you both like a weightless plume.

He gently withdraws his hand from your grasp, his fingers tenderly tracing along your jaw as he clasped his hand just below your ear. His soft touch sent a shiver down your spine as he tilts your head back, his thumb brushing against your cheek, pressing his longing lips against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sweet taste of his affection, your lips molding together in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, the world around you faded into insignificance. Everything that had just transpired, gone. All that remains now is the unyielding confession of love. The kiss lingered until he finally pulled away, his lips hovering just an inch from yours.

His warm breath caressed your lower lip as he spoke in an unwavering, gentle, and remorseful tone. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, more deeply than I could ever express. I've tried to hide it, to bury it, but it's always been there… burning within me. You mean more to me than words can convey, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Ominis’ voice quivered with emotion, "I love you with everything I am, and I always will, no matter what. I love you, all that you are, my dear little bird. I’m so… so so—"

You cut him off before he sank back into his darkness, your lips locking together in a fervent embrace. His brows furrowed as his lips followed suit, firmly. The kiss deepened, a passionate, unending surge of emotion that left you both breathless. In that moment, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place, and your hearts were bound together as one.

You wanted to reassure him, to make him understand that he had nothing to worry about. Your heart belonged to him and him alone. You hooked your leg over Ominis’ hip, gently lowering yourself into his lap. He wrapped his hand around your waist with a tender embrace.

With a shared urgency, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting soft sigh past his lips. In the midst of your heated kisses, soft whispers of, “I love you,” flowed freely between you both. It was as if those three words had become a cherished refrain, a reminder of your unwavering love for each other, and neither of you could get enough of it.

Your kisses became a sweet storm. Peppering his lips as your hands cradled his jaw, your hips moving in a rhythm of their own, swaying with the desire that coursed through your veins.

A burning sensation snapped you back to reality, a tantalizing stiffness pressing against your knickers, awakening you from the flames. You were acutely aware of the desire that had burned between you.

Unable to resist, you both tumbled against the desk, your lips still locked in a fiery embrace. The kisses turned heated, sloppy, and wet as you explored eachothers cavity with unbridled hunger. His grip around your hip tightened, pressing you firmly against his arousal, a quiet moan of pleasure escaped your lips. Desire pooled between your thighs, wetting his trousers from the friction.

With a final, lingering kiss, you gradually poised yourself up, straddling him with your hands pressed against his chest. Your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, but something about his presence made you feel safe and unashamed. The embarrassment you anticipated seemed to melt away in his soft, gentle touch.

A sweet, contented smile graced your lips as you began to roll your hips, a gentle grind that pressed your soaked knickers against his clothed arousal, eliciting a soft, quiet hum from Ominis’ lips.

He tilted his head back with a warm moan, the sharp contour of his jaw capturing your attention. You reached for his hands, delicately intertwining your fingers with his, guiding his touch as you circled your hips. A quiet sigh of pleasure escaped your lips, filling the thick air around you.

Ominis’ lips parted, eliciting an unrestrained moan as his cock twitches beneath you. He lost full control over his hips, incapable to stop them from moving in rhythm with yours. This was everything he had ever yearned for— your sweet hands in his, the soft, quiet moans that slipped past your lips, the constant whispers of affirmation. Yet, amidst this symphony of pleasure, there was one thing he longed to hear… the sweet sound of you moaning his name.

Feeling your hands withdraw from their loving embrace and hearing the subtle rustling of fabric above him, Ominis reached out, gently clasping your hands in his once again.

"Allow me," he whispered in a tender tone, his desire to adore you evident in his gentle pale eyes.

Your hands slowly dropped as he began to unbutton your blouse with a tantalizing slowness, savoring every moment so he could etch this memory into eternity. His fingers brushed across your shoulders, unable to resist the urge to whisper with admiration, "So soft..." He slid your blouse over your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your elbows. Your fingers curled under the rim of his trousers, eagerly reciprocating the desire.

Ominis, however, wasn't met with the expected sensation of a bra strap along your shoulders. Instead, he found himself intrigued, his fingers tracing down your collarbone until they reached the supple, sensitive flesh at the curve of your breast. His feather-light touch sent a cascade of goosebumps dancing across your skin, eliciting a subtle sigh of approval from your parted lips. His large hands then enveloped your breast, gently squeezing and kneading without hesitation.

Your eyes locked onto his almost devious grin. You unhooked your fingers from under his trousers and smoothly shimmied the rest of your blouse off, your gaze then moving toward his buttoned shirt, relinquishing it’s hold. You pushed open the flaps of his shirt, your eyes feasting on the sight of his well-formed figure. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the dots that adorned his pale flesh in a playful zigzag pattern until they reached his hip. He was truly a vision of beauty, and in this moment, you couldn't fathom how he could doubt your desire for him over anyone else, even Sebastian.

"Ominis… I want you," you whispered, the words dripping with desire.

"Then take me," he dared, his expression sweet and inviting, in stark contrast to everything below.

Your cheeks blazed with a deep, rosy hue as you bit into your cheek, his words leaving you breathless with desire. With a sultry grace, you lifted yourself onto your knees, your hands working deftly to tug down his trousers and briefs just enough to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. It was much larger than you had imagined when you were grinding against him, and the sight left you speechless. Even his length was adorned with a scattering of freckles.

His hands, warm and tender, snaked up your thighs, just under your skirt, cradling them with a gentle hold. He showed incredible patience, letting you take your time and go at your own pace. You reached below you, your fingers curling around the soaked fabric that clung to your heated flesh. Pulling them aside, you wrapped your fingers around his base, slowly lowering yourself onto him.

The pink crown of his arousal glistened with pre-cum, slipping between your slick folds as you guided him into your eager core. His length squeezed into you inch by inch, eliciting a joined shudder. Ominis tightened his grip around your thighs as he felt your cunt slowly enveloping his length, drawing him deeper inside you. A hushed wince escaped your lips as he pushed you firmly against his hips.

A low, guttural curse slipped from Ominis’ tongue, the agonizing sensation of your tight cunt gripping around his cock with raw hunger.

With slow, deliberate movements, you took control, lifting your hips and sensually lowering yourself onto him, savoring every inch of his throbbing desire as it filled you completely. Finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies. Ominis' hands ventured further under your skirt, his fingers clasping possessively around your hips, pressing deeply into your skin as you surrendered yourself to the veil of desire.

The sensation of his pulsating cock reaching deep within you, hitting the depths of your cunt and clenching around his cock in a strangling hold. It was everything he had ever fantasized about. The tantalizing stride and rolls of your hips, the softness and warmth of your skin touching his. The labored breaths and sweet moans he elicited out of you, it felt so fucking good.

The way you rolled your hips and took his cock like it was meant for you. How your body trembled every time he hit that sensitive spot. The desperate moans escaping your lips as he started to force your movements quicker by your hips. It drove him mad, mad for you. He craved more, wanting to hear those pretty little lips of yours gasp and scream his name, and he knew exactly how to make that happen.

With a firm grip around your hips, he easily maneuvered, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself over you. With one hand supporting his weight, his other guided the underside of your thigh until it was pressed against your side.

"Ominis, wai—"

He silenced your protests with a deep, penetrating thrust that sent a loud moan spilling from your lips. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your thigh as a sly grin curled at the corners of his lips. Your slick cunt tightened around his cock as he continued with long, measured strides in and out of your slick heat, drawing a soft yelp from the depths of your throat. Your hand clutched around his forearm, anchoring yourself as he quickened his pace.

"Ah, fuck..." you winced, furrowing your brows in pleasure as he drove into you relentlessly.

A deep, guttural groan reverberated within his throat as he reveled in the tightness of your cunt. He shifted his hand from your thigh to support his weight against the desk, looming over you with a demeanor that made you feel small and trapped beneath his towering figure.

He may be blind, but Ominis was attuned to your every desire, intimately aware of what turned you on. A sly grin danced along his lips as he continued his relentless thrusts, each one hitting that sweet spot that drove you mad.

He swooped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his labored breaths crashed against your skin. The sweet sound of your whimpers riled something familiar within him. "You like that?" he growled against your neck.

You gasped, your nails digging into his forearm as your body shuddered from his words. A subtle sneer lathered your tender neck with hungry kisses and soft bites.

His lips trailed sensuously along your neck, planting soft, teasing kisses against your earlobe. “I know you like this,” he grunted, his hips driving into you with hard, measured thrusts that left you gasping with desperate approval. The needy whines that escaped your lips were all the affirmation he needed. His tongue traced the contours of your ear, soft nips and low growls that sent shivers down your spine.

"Oh fuck, Ominis..." you pleaded, gasping for air as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“You’re so tight…” he snarled, his voice thick with desire, peppering your ear and neck with a trail of hungry kisses and licks. His pace slowed into long, tantalizing strides, all the while bearing knowing smile.

"Ominis, please..." you whimpered softly, your nails digging further into his skin.

"Please, what?" His voice shuddered, sinking his teeth into your neck as he maintained his steady pace.

"Oh, fuck… please—"

He hummed against your skin, seemingly oblivious to your intent, relishing in the sweet desperation of your trembling voice.

"Please… fuck me harder," you exasperated, writhing beneath him.

He gripped your hip in place, preventing your movements as he continued with his slow, ruthless strides.

"What’s my name," he demanded, his voice a heated whisper against your ear.

You panted heavily, your thighs trembling at his hips, your voice a sultry plea, “Fuck me harder, Ominis…” Before you could finish the rest of his name, he slammed his hips into you with a hungry growl against your ear. You bucked your hips with an arch of your back, eliciting a yelp that echoed within the halls of the castle.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sending an intoxicating blaze of fire coursing through your body. With every forceful thrust, a torrent of pleasure surged within you, an unrelenting tempest that threatened to consume your very being. A knot of insatiable desire coiled deep within your midriff, pulling tighter with each invasion of his hips.

Sweat glistened across your entwined bodies, his movements a fevered dance of untamed lust and longing. Your nails etched fiery trails along Ominis’ back, branding him with your passion. The pain that etched along his back soon became pleasure as he lost full control of himself. The classroom echoed with a crescendo of fervent gasps and uninhibited moans.

As he surrendered to his primal desires, his voice became a sultry serenade, a soft trail of parseltongue with unbridled lust slipping from his lips like a seductive spell. He teetered on the precipice of release, the moment of climax drawing tantalizingly near with each scorching thrust.

His head hangs low, driven by an insatiable need as he plunges deep into you, his hips etching a delicious soreness into your supple flesh. Your thighs trembled against his hips, helpless to resist the throbbing sensation as he fills your needy little cunt to the brim, spewing threads of his warm, sticky desire that claimed you as his.

Exasperated curses punctuated the air, escaping your lips as your body contracts beneath his rigid thrusts. Your back arches with a deep curve, your hips locked in a drunken lust as he fills you to the rim. Ominis hovers above you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his thoughts lost in the intoxicating haze of euphoria.

A heated warmth seeps from your defiled cunt, dribbling sensuously against the smooth wooden desk beneath you. Ominis, with a heavy and contented sigh, begins to slowly withdraw, his cock sliding out with a wet, suctioning noise that lingers in the air.

You gaze at him through half-lidded lashes, your face carrying the unmistakable weight of exhaustion, each breath labored with fire. Ominis' well-satisfied cock twitches, strings of cum dripping from his tip.

With an almost inconceivable smirk, Ominis runs his fingers through his tousled hair, his freckled cheeks flushed from exertion. “You’re mine, you know that?” He said softly, delicate beads of sweat tracing along the contours of his midriff, a captivating sight only for you to see.

You nodded obediently, with a soft, weary sigh, “I’m yours.”

He left you utterly spent, your body feeling heavy against the wooden desk. Your legs remained parted, trembling from the aftermath, as you struggled to catch your breath, your mind remained shrouded in a tantalizing fog of lingering lust.

“Ominis…” your voice wavered, still carrying the heat of the fervent moment.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips as he gazed at you with desire-fueled hunger. “Round two?” His suggestion hung in the air, a tempting invitation to plunge back into the depths of pleasure once more.

[gazs-blue-hat]

*ahem!* may I offer a humble prompt for Gaz as tribute?🙋🏻‍♀️

something along the lines of everyone around you and Gaz always saying that you're dating or asking you "are you sure you're not dating?" and you/him always denying it. but at the back of your mind, it leaves a lingering thought of what it would be like to date him and looking over at Gaz and catch him looking at you👀 with the same thought running through his mind.

but you can't really blame everybody else because you're always seen together and you act like a couple so WHAT TF DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT DATING?

(I may not may not be speaking from experience😂)

I FIGURED OUT ASKS EVERYBODY! I'm so so sorry @groguspicklejar for the insane about of time it took me to figure the ask system out. Without further procrastination, here is the story!

Paperwork Shmaperwork

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick X Reader (gn)

WC: 1,265

TW: Miscommunication (In a funny way I swear), Mutual pining, Canon typical language (LMK if I missed any)

Everybody knows you and Kyle are a 'thing'. It's so abundantly clear to everybody who looks at the two of you any time you are together. Kyle and you are practically attached at the hip.

And it pisses Simon Riley the hell off.

He's all for his buddy getting some affection and care but every single time he mentions things to Kyle, he gets a flabbergasted look and a chuckled 'they're just my friend!'.

He's absolutely had it. He knows there's a connection between you two, hell he was it in Tommy and Beth before they got married! In true Riley fashion, he decided to take things into his own hands.

That's how you and Kyle ended up in a swivel chair in Simon's office with a file placed before him. The file in question had his name on it followed by a series of angry scribbles.

"Tell me again what this is about?" He raised his eyebrow, looking at his LT. You nod your head, sitting next to Kyle with your hands in your lap.

"Since you two so 'clearly' are "just friends" I've decided to compile evidence that proves otherwise." Simon leans back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest. Kyle scoffs while you make a confused expression. Kyle opened the folder, shifting it so you could read it too, and began glancing over the tactical writing on the pages.

"Johnny put you up to this?" You have to ask, it's so out of character for Simon to stick his nose in people's business.

"No, I don't need him to tell me what right before of my eyes." The response is cold, but Simon's at his limit.

Kyle rolled his eyes at the first entry. It was dated a few months back and a description of the incident was written down.

-----five months previous----

"Hey, Gaz! Wait up!" You were jogging across the tarmac, a blue cap in your hand. Kyle had been so worked up about this next mission that he had forgotten it at the breakfast table. You were lucky enough to have caught him before the helo took off. 

Kyle turned, smiling at your form rushing him with his hat. He had felt that something was missing but he couldn't tell what it had been. He checked his whole kit about seven times before you arrived with his token headpiece.

"Oh thank you love! Almost forgot it!" He reached out to grab the article of clothing but you simply hopped into the helo and placed it on his head, making sure it was straight.

"Can't have you going off without this! How else would Price be able to identify you out in the field?" 

He chuckled at your statement, patting you on the shoulder and ushering you out of the chopper before Price had another episode about 'authorization' and 'keeping things tactical. 

You stood on the tarmac as the helo took off, waving fondly as your best friend was carried through the air to some unknown destination for some unknown amount of time.

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"That doesn't count! Johnny did the same fuckin' thing to him last week!" You sat back in your chair, a blush starting to creep up your neck. The way Simon had worded the report made it seem so clear that you and Kyle were in a relationship.

What you had said was true. Johnny had rushed to give Kyle his hat back but that was after he had stolen it and Kyle was on a war path to retrieve it. When Johnny had gotten the hat back to Kyle, it was a slam on his head and a cackling sprint instead of a soft handover and a pat on the shoulder.

Fuckin' MacTavish...

Simon grunted and just pointed at the next entry, a smug smile on his face under the mask.

---Three months ago---

"And then I said-" The man next to you continued chatting away even after you had told him no less than five times that you were not interested. One person can only say "That's crazy" so many times before they themselves go crazy.

"Pardon me, sir, I need to steal my friend here for a moment." You felt a warm hand at the small of your back, palm just barely touching your shirt.

Kyle

Kyle gently led you back to the part of the bar where he was sitting, along with a few of his old buddies from the CTSFO team he had been working with before he met Price.

"Oh my God, thank you so much, Kyle. You're a literal lifesaver. If I had to listen to one more story about some random topic, I was going to go insane." Kyle laughed softly, the sound buzzing pleasantly in your mind. 

"Don't worry about it. I could practically smell the boredom from here. Can't say we will be much better conversation but at least we won't pester you for your phone number or anything!" Kyle's remark got laughs from everybody at the booth, including you.

His hand never left your back.

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"Any good friend would have done the same! It is not okay to leave someone stranded in a situation like that!" Kyle was starting to blush as well. He had never romantically thought of you but he couldn't deny the feelings that were bubbling in his mind now.

You were in a similar situation with your own feelings. Having everything written out like this before you made things so much clearer. You had been tossing the idea of Kyle around in your mind for a few months now. He made you laugh and smile. He made you feel safe in a way that nobody else ever had before.

Perhaps Simon was onto something...

Simon grabbed the folder from Kyle and shook his head, pulling two more files out from the drawer of his desk.

"I already got the paperwork for you two. The documents are all in there so there's no need to go bother Price about it. The deadline for those documents is in three days so I suggest you both get your shit sorted out quick." Simon folded his arms and started working on a different piece of paperwork, leaving you and Kyle gaping at him like fish. 

Simon looked up at you both, rolling his eyes and making a dismissal gesture with his hand. Neither of you had to be told twice as you stood and exited the room, closing the door behind yourselves. 

You both stood outside of the office for a long while, not knowing what to say or how to act. Kyle opened his mouth to say something at the same time you did.

"Do you thi-"

"Want to g-" 

You snickered and gestured for him to go first. He smiled and rubbed the folder between his fingers.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to talk about this...paperwork over a pint?" he was blushing a bit and he couldn't quite meet your eyes.

You nodded, smiling as you looked down at the documents in your own folder.

"Only if you bring that good pen that everybody is always trying to steal." You couldn't help but gently nudge him with your elbow

"It's a date then. Say 6:00?" He was already pulling his phone out to mark the time in his calendar.

"How about now?" You turned your head and smiled. Kyle did the same, placing his hand on your lower back to lead you to his quarters on base.

"I like that plan."

He never removed his hand from your back.

[sleepy-wyvern]

Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader (SMUT)

Chapter: 1/? (smut in later chapter) part 2 here

Summary: Billy pursues an uninterested reader trying to gain her adoration. When reader finds her crush kissing someone else that's when she realizes her feelings are towards the wrong guy.

TW/CW: persistent flirting, cigarettes, marijuana, violent threat (not towards reader)

This fic only contains characters that are 18+ and will contain smut, as such 18+ readers only, minors absolutely DNI

For the lovely @strangelysupernatural ! Thanks for challenging me to write a difficult character! It was super fun and I'm sorry part one took so long 😂 go check out her page for her part of the challenge to write for my baby Steve Harrington! And more AMAZING billy & eddie fics sure to make you melt! 🥰

The moment Billy laid eyes on you he had one thing in mind: the need to corrupt your shy, goody two-shoes attitude. The fact that you weren’t interested in him seemed to drive his instinct to chase even more.

You were 18 but unfortunately had to move to a new town known as Hawkins before graduation. It was absolutely the worst time to make friends as cliques had already been long since established and most people were parting ways in a month or so.

Still, you were the shiny new toy amongst the high school so people stared curiously. You ignored them all except one that you couldn’t seem to avoid.

The moment you saw him across the cafeteria your heart leapt in your throat. You looked away but still felt his hungry eyes on your body. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, part of you was urging you to go to him like a magnet you fought to ignore.

He had large soft eyes, a curly mullet that seemed to grow on you, a faint hint of facial hair and of course a muscular frame. The man was built like a truck; seemingly out of place amongst the other students.

“Whose that?” You asked, clutching your dull blue cafeteria tray as you sat at the lunch table. 

Your first friend in this foreign world had sat next to you, graciously giving you company and the run down of the place. She had always worn a heavy metal or rock themed outfit, perhaps at first coming off as scary but she was the sweetest person at this wretched place. You were thankful you had been placed at the empty desk next to hers in English class.

“That’s Billy Hargrove,” she answered with a loving sigh. “Don’t waste your time though he’s a fuck boy that only cares about one night stands.”

You look down at your lunch trying to avoid eye contact but you could feel his gaze over you. 

“Thanks Bunny,” you smiled to her genuinely appreciating the warning. 

She tucked a strand of wild brown hair behind her ear as she smiled to you softly before noticing him walking towards you in the corner of her eye. “Uh-oh,” she sighed.

His steps approached and your breath seemed to catch in your throat. You held your hands in front of you nervously as your mind buzzed. He’s definitely not coming this way, right? Even if he was, he wouldn't speak to you because you're sitting with someone right?

When he neared your table your heart stopped as he did.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” His voice seemed to purr as he put his hands on the table “fresh meat?” 

“Leave her alone, Billy, she’s not interested.” Bunny groaned at him with a glare that would’ve scared you had it been directed your way. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed equally terrifying under the cafeteria fluorescent lights.

He wasn't yet deterred as he leaned forward with his fists on the cafeteria table. You could smell a hint of expensive cologne as he loomed over you.

“How about she tell me that herself?” His pink tongue rolled over his chapped lips as he spoke, soft eyes watching you intently with his head tilted. You wondered for a moment how his expression was so soft when the rest of him was covered in sharp edges.

You stood holding your tray with half eaten food “Not interested.”

You make your way to the trash can, throwing the scraps out before returning your tray. When you turned around though, he was still standing there. 

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, gaze caught on his firm chest which didn’t seem like a great alternative choice for your mental resolve.

“Can I help you?” You asked as polite and calm as you could muster. 

“Yeah, actually.” He folded his arms clearly flexing his muscles as he did “How about a date?”

It took all of your willpower to ignore the tone of muscle in his arms.

You squint your eyes at him finding the courage to look up to his face “did you not hear me? I’m not interested.”

You walk past him catching the scent of his cologne once again, this time it seemed to fill your entire body, swirling through your veins like addictive poison. A sweet, delicious toxin.

“We’ll see about that,” he called from behind you and you were glad he couldn’t see your expression. 

“Careful, y/n,” Bunny warned with a sly smile “that’s a spicy one. You get caught in that trap you’ll never get out.”

Thankfully that was the last of his advances for that day. The next day however, you found he was still not deterred. 

He found you once more, this time at the library as you looked for a new book to read. 

“Huh, and she reads?” He asked rolling a cherry red lollipop over his tongue as he leaned against the door frame.

His voice startled you at first but quickly you rolled your eyes “I’m surprised you’re here. You don’t seem like the type.”

“The type to read?” He asked, hovering his lollipop over his lips.

“The type to be literate,” you muttered, “since you clearly ignored what I said yesterday.”

Instead of being offended he chuckled low seeming to enjoy your remark “Feisty. I like it.”

You sighed.

“Listen Billy, I know exactly about boys like you. You dote on girls, say whatever they want to hear to get them to spread their legs for you and then you don’t call them in the morning. I’m not falling for that crap.” You looked at him seriously but his soft brown eyes didn’t change expression as they darted between yours. They were soft and seemed to be filled with almost an innocent adoration you figured to be a ploy.

“Are you listening? Did you even hear a word I said?” You asked. 

He took the lollipop out of his mouth with two fingers “honestly? No. I was too busy looking at how gorgeous you are.”

Despite the flutter of butterflies it awoke inside you you weren’t interested. Guys like him were bad news, good for nothing and definitely not boyfriend material. You weren’t exactly looking for a one night stand either, not with this fuckboy. 

You rolled your eyes turning to leave, feeling his eyes watch your curves as you stride away.

The next part of your plan was to ignore him until he lost interest. It worked well even in the shared class together. You sat towards the front of the class while he sat in the back, leaning against the uncomfortable plastic chair.

Bunny was in that class with you too, and she leaned over to whisper to you while the teacher was occupied. 

“The man is consuming you with his eyes back there, y/n. What did you say to him?” Bunny looked both confused and intrigued. 

You sigh with a slight eye roll, not daring to look back at him “I told him I’m not interested.”

There was one guy you were a little interested in though since moving here. 

Steve Harrington he was known as, or Steve “The Hair” Harrington Bunny called him. Total jock as well, which wasn't exactly your type but the man was gorgeous and sweet like golden honey.

When he actually paid attention to you it was a surreal feeling. How could a guy like that have any interest in someone like me?

You were hooked since the day he introduced himself to you and since then you looked forward to every chance you got to see him.

“Hey I was thinking,” Steve asked, his hazel eyes glowing as he leaned against the brick wall of the school. You were outside with the sun beaming down giving him an almost angelic appearance. “I was going to have a party at my place since my parents are gone anyways. You wanna come? You could take Bunny and her boyfriend, Eddie was it?”

“Yeah,” although it wasn’t Eddie’s scene you knew Bunny would likely drag him along if she was interested. You run your lips together before smiling “I’d like that.”

“Steve Harrington!” The loud voice booms and you close your eyes keeping back a groan.

God damnit Billy Hargrove I swear if you mess this up for me. 

Steve turned his head to look at Billy, body tensing “yeah it’s me. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“King Steve! I’ve heard so much about you,” Billy smiled but his tone was anything but friendly as he slapped his arm against Steve’s back. 

You roll your eyes “take it to the locker room why don’t you and leave me the hell alone Billy.”

“Is it that bad to just want to talk?” He asked innocently. 

“You heard the girl,” Steve said with a glare that could kill a man.

You looked at Steve and sighed “you go on, I’ll call you later.”

Steve glared at Billy as he walked by “call me when you get back to your house.” It was a sweet gesture but you knew it was a threat to Billy that he ignored.

“Y/n,” his silky voice spoke, making you groan when Steve was out of earshot “have you been avoiding me?”

“Awww look he’s smart, putting two and two together finally?” You turned to him clearly not interested in his bullshit. 

He smiled wildly when you noticed he held a cigarette between his lips “oh but it’s hard to forget about you, the absence of beauty is heavy on my heart.”

“Listen,” you turn to him and he raises his eyebrows surprised. “I know you think you’re hot shit or whatever but not every girl likes you and you’re just going to have to accept it. I'm not playing hard to get, I’m just not interested and I want you to leave me alone.”

He put his hands up defensively “alright, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”

From the treatment of guys past you were genuinely surprised at how easily he had accepted your words. He actually did seem sorry and he took his vow seriously. The next few days you hadn’t heard from him at all. 

Instead you enjoyed your uninterrupted time after classes talking to Steve. You hated to admit it but you had a crush.

As you were leaving class on Thursday, you walked down the hall when a sight made your heart drop to your stomach. Steve was up against Nancy's locker with his lips pressed into hers. His ex you knew, as Bunny had filled you in.

Angry tears burned in your eyes as you walked past. Was it that you had misinterpreted his advances and he just wanted to be friends? You cursed at yourself for letting your guard down, brushing the back of your hand against your cheeks to wipe away the tears

As you stuff your books into your locker you grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. When you shut your locker you look down the hall seeing them locked in an embrace again. You thought you did your best to hide your reaction but as you glance further down the line of lockers you notice Billy looking at you, eyes melting from interest to concern. 

You blink back any anger or upset feelings brewing inside you, turning and walking quickly down the hall. 

“Hey, y/n,” Billy called out as you pushed past the crowd headed the opposite direction.

“Y/n!” He shouted. 

You reached for the metal handle on the side door, pulling it back but his strong hand slammed it shut again. 

“Listen,” Billy said and you turned to look at him. 

“What do you want, Billy? I’m really not in the fucking mood,” your eyes flashed anger at him. 

“It’s not fair that he did that to you,” he ran his fingers through his curls “in fact if you hadn’t ran off I probably would’ve punched him then and there.”

You let out a scoff you didn’t mean to, you didn’t want to admit it but his words did make you feel better. 

“And about the other day, you’re right. I need to give you space and I was a douche bag to you for not respecting that.” He paused looking outside for a moment before back at you. “I was planning on leaving you alone without saying anything but then I saw that in the hall and-“

Your sudden strange reaction caught him off guard mid-sentence as he stopped speaking. You look over your shoulder and up the school stairwell ensuring no one was watching.

“What?” He asked and as you watched his pink lips move you knew what you needed to do; to test something.

You pushed him against the old school wall with your hand to his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck you stood on your tiptoes, losing your fingers in his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss. 

As the shock wore off he took over, pulling you close to him by your waist. His soft tongue brushed against your lips requesting an entrance as you parted them for him. His taste was addicting as it swirled a tinge of sweet tobacco. His hands explored his way ever so slightly beneath the fabric of your top.

“Hey!” A teacher yelled as your body jolted in shock, pulling away from him “save it for off school property please.”

Bright red painted your cheeks but the teacher just sounded annoyed. 

“Sure thing Ms. O'Donnell,” Billy’s lips were curved in a smirk as he ran his tongue over his lips. 

You rolled your eyes pushing open the side door and stepping out into the cool air. You could hear his footsteps trailing behind you as you walked but you didn’t turn around. 

“Would you stop running from me, please?” He seemed to growl low in his throat as you turned to look at him. “I think we should talk,” words you didn’t expect him to say.

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before turning to look at him. He stood behind you, hands in his pockets and you weren’t sure if you trusted the compassionate look in his eyes. 

“What, Billy?” You sighed looking around “Look, I’ve heard the stories about you. It’s not exactly a secret that you have one night stands with whatever pretty little thing you lay your eyes on. Frankly, I’m not interested.”

“I was like that. You’re right. And normally I’d be down for that kind of thing. Since I met you though, you’re different.” He hesitated looking into the distance “ever since I saw you in that cafeteria I can’t stop thinking about you. Every day, every night. You’re always on my mind.”

The cool breeze seemed to suck the air out of your lungs as your lips parted in a gasp.

Part 2

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[barzysunflower]

Hi can you write a fic for part 4 of unexpected. Where Reader brings Myla to her first Islanders game? You can be creative and add more to the request I just couldn’t think of anything else to add to it. 😂

hii!! tysm for the request!! sorry it took so long but then I thought it’d be more fitting to post it at the actual season start!

so I decided to do more one shots of this series than actual longer parts, so feel free to keep sending in requests if you want to see more :)

word count: 620 part of the unexpected series

"Oh no, baby girl, don't fall asleep. You're gonna miss your daddy's first game," you whispered to you daughter as you rocked her in her carrier, trying to keep her awake, but that only seemed to make her sleepier. She looked so adorable cuddled up against you in a fuzzy beat suit and big noise canceling headphones. And now at five months old, she started to look a lot more than her father. Her eyebrows bent like his, her eyes shined green at times, and her smile was just as crooked as Mat's. You took a quick picture of her and sent it to Mat, hoping he'd still see it before he had to go on the ice.

"How's she doing?," Sydney Martin came up to you, her own to kids attached to her.

"Sleepy." You laughed and stroked her little cheek, before bending down to little Winnie, complementing her cute Islanders outfit. She twirled around for you, loving the affection and you had a vision of baby Myla in a few years cheering for her dad.

It was the first official game of the season for Islanders and for that occasion the girls decided to rent out a suit, especially because of all the kids around. You hung out with the other, mingling with Mat's family as well who flew out here for the home opener.

For warmup's you went down to the ice level where Mat stopped to say 'hi' almost immediately after stepping on the ice. His grin was enormous when he saw you two standing there. He was so proud to have you here and his daughter at her first game. He tried his best making silly faces at her to get her to laugh or even smile, but she didn't seem to recognize him and eventually the sleepiness got to her.

Unfortunately, you couldn't quite enjoy the game like you usually do, not wanting to disturb sleeping Myla, so you did away at the back of the suit following the game on the big TV with a virgin cocktail. You were joined by some of the other girls with smaller children so it wasn't too lonely.

After the game, you made your way to the car, too tired to mingle more. You put Myla in her car seat and spent some time soothing her back to sleep after she woke up because of the transfer. A while later the trunk opened, making you jump, and Mat popped his head in dropping his bags. "Hi!"

"Hi," you whispered excitedly as you turned back to face him. He closed the trunk as quietly as possible, but instead of jumping right in the driver's seat, he stopped by Myla.

"Hi, pretty girl," he whispered pressing soft kisses to her face. "I'm so so happy you were here tonight."

"She can't hear you."

"So?" He stuck his tongue out at you, before finally climbing in the driver's seat. "Hi."

He grabbed you face and kissed you deeply. "I'm happy you were here, too."

"You did good."

"Might have had something to do with who was in the audience." You smiled and got another long kiss from him. "Alright, let's go home. I'm beat."

"Me too. I don't really remember the last time we stayed up so late." You both chuckled.

"Oh, look." As Mat was hooking up his phone to the car he showed you his new wallpaper. It was the picture of the three of you his mom had taken earlier during warmups. A loving warmth spread throughout your body and you leaned over to kiss him again. You would never get tired of your little family. "Seriously though, how did she do tonight?"

[pensat-i-fet]

Dealing with the enemy (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

Part 2

**A little enemies to lovers request. Hope you guys enjoy it 😉 I loved writing it!**

Word count: 2955

Masterlist

Wattpad

The red carpet was your least favourite part about being an actress. You got so nervous that you just ended up saying a lot of stupid things while pretending you were not nervous at all. And that’s why everyone wanted to talk to you. They got great headlines.

“So, you got a lot of new fans when the first season premiered. Are you expecting another big boost to your Instagram following with season 2?”

“It’s not something I care about. I appreciate all my fans but I’m not counting the followers or something like that”.

“But some your fans are very famous too”, said another reporter. “We’ve seen a lot of football players have their eye on you”.

You just laughed and rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, I guess”.

“Anyone sliding into your DMs? Come on, we won’t believe you if you say no”.

“I guess there is one or two that have sent a hello or something”, you giggled. “But some don’t seem to get I’m a Madrid fan. I don’t care about my rivals”.

That message was directed to one player in particular. Gavi. You noticed he started to follow you a couple of months ago and he was liking all your photos. But recently, he sent you a DM too. Even though you didn’t follow him back or liked any of his posts. You just left him on read.

“And what about Madrid players? Can they DM you?”

“Can you name names?”

“I don’t want to embarrass anyone, guys”.

You looked at one of the cameras and winked. “At least I won’t leave them on read”.

Your publicist took you away from the cameras. You were getting too playful and she knew you were going to mess up soon.

And also, you had lied. Of course, you liked seeing Madrid players following you but you didn’t fancy any of them. Those who were single and close to your age just didn’t do it for you. Sadly. Why did the cute player have to play for your rivals?

**

Pablogavi: you leave me on read but mention me in interviews? Is that how you flirt?

You stared at the new DM. The nerve this kid had.

Yourusername: are you stalking me now? And who says I’m talking about you?

Pablogavi: rival player left on read.

Yourusername: maybe it’s someone else from your team. Or someone from Atlético.

Now it was his turn to leave you on read and that didn’t sit right with you.

Yourusername: I see you’re a sore loser off the pitch too.

Pablogavi: want me to give you tickets for the next Clásico so you can see who the real losers are?

Yourusername: no thank you. I don’t want to be seen at your stadium. I’ve got a reputation.

Pablogavi: I’ll dedicate my goal to you anyway.

That really was the moment to stop chatting with him. He was getting too cocky getting your attention. Also, him scoring at El Clásico? Sure it’ll happen.

**

But it did. It did happen. Gavi scored and your frustration was double that of normal. Not only was it the final goal that confirmed Barça were beating Madrid again, but he actually dedicated it to you.

When you saw him running to the camera, you rolled your eyes. But then he pointed at it and said “te lo dije” (I told you so) with a little wink and you almost threw the remote to the tv.

After the match, you checked the new movies on Netflix and picked one just so you could forget about the match. But then one of your friends sent you a link to a video.

PaulaGmz: I think this is about you 😂😂

You opened the link, curious about what it could be and found a post-match interview that Gavi had done. Your friend was the only one who knew about your conversations with him, so you took a deep breath before hitting the play button. Hoping for the worst.

“Yes, the dedication was for a friend who didn’t want to come to the match. She was worried about her team losing and, well, I guess she had a reason for it. So I told her I would dedicate my goal against her team to her. And I always keep my promises”.

His final wink to the camera both annoyed you and made you feel something you didn’t want to feel. No no no, you weren’t going to allow yourself to have a little crush on this arrogant prick. No…or maybe just a small one? Ugh!

**

For the next few months, you were busy doing more filming for season 3 of your show. Season 2 had been another absolute success and the show was confirmed for another two seasons immediately.

Fans were obsessed with creating their own theories about it since it had a whodunit element. And those fans included mister Gavira, who would randomly DM you his theories.

Pablogavi: it’s not your character who did it. It’s too obvious.

Pablogavi: or wait. Are they making it too obvious so we think it’s too obvious and look somewhere else?

You couldn’t help but smile reading his silly comments. And yes, they were making it too obvious on purpose. It was your character who had been organizing everything. But she wasn’t alone.

Yourusername: if I told you, I’d have to kill you to protect the secret.

Pablogavi: nah, you like my pretty face too much. You wouldn’t hurt me.

Not this again.

Pablogavi: Pedri keeps asking about you liking that comment, you know? He thinks we would make a great couple.

Yourusername: is he blind?

One night, you were coming back from an event where you had a couple of glasses of champagne. You didn’t normally drink, so a couple of sips were too much for you. And when you couldn’t sleep, you went on Instagram and somehow (you knew how) ended up on Gavi’s page. He had posted a photo from a Nike campaign that day and his friends were laughing at him because of the poses. Pedri wrote several posts bantering and, because of the stupid champagne, you liked the one that said “such a pretty boy. Such a pretty face”.

By the time you realised it had happened, Gavi had already seen it and he wouldn’t stop talking about it whenever you two messaged each other.

Pablogavi: are you coming to the next Clásico, then? It’s at your stadium. No excuses.

Yourusername: I’ll be there, ready to see you lose.

Pablogavi: wanna bet?

You knew you should say no. Nothing good could come out of this but Gavi made you stop thinking clearly.

Yourusername: sure.

Pablogavi: if Madrid wins, I’ll leave you alone.

What? Why was there a part of you hoping your team won’t win? He was really making you go mad.

Yourusername: and if we lose?

Pablogavi: you’ll go on a date with me.

He could see you had read the message but…should you accept?

Yourusername: no. That’s not fair. The team might win without you playing or doing well but you get the reward. Not fair.

Pablogavi: what do I get if we win, then?

Yourusername: if you win…nothing. If you score…find me after the match and I’ll give you the kiss you’ve been dreaming about for months.

Pablogavi: deal!

**

Gavi was absolutely buzzing while warming up at the Bernabeu. As if he needed more motivation for a Clásico, your little bet made him even more eager to win. And of course, to score.

The team started the match really well and got an early goal. But he had to stay further away from the goal than usual because of the orders Xavi had given him. So when the second goal was scored, he talked to his coach during half-time and got his approval to play in an attacking position during the second half.

But the goal still didn’t arrive. You were in the stands, annoyed at the 0-2 score but also secretly hoping your little DM frenemy could score the third. If you had to see your team lose to their biggest rivals, again, at least you should get a little kiss from it. It was only fair.

The fourth referee signalled there were going to be 5 minutes of added time. And you saw people leaving the stadium already. And because of that, they missed the third goal. The goal that Gavi scored.

He couldn’t believe it had finally happened. The closer the match got to the end, the more certain he was that his chance had gone. Madrid had gotten the ball and dominated possession, so Barça didn’t even have many chances to score in the final 20 minutes of the game. But on the second one they had, he put the ball on the back of the net.

His celebration was a bit over the top and people just thought it was because of the rivalry between the two teams. But no, he was just thinking about the bet he had won.

He looked at the stands, trying to find you. But couldn’t see you anywhere. That was ok. He was going to see you soon.

**

You told Gavi to meet you in the area that was near where the families waited for the players. And when he took so long to get there, you started to worry that he would stand you up. He wouldn’t dare…right?

You were about to leave when you noticed someone behind you, but before you had time to turn around, that same someone put his hands over your eyes.

“Who am I?”

“A player from a small team that got lucky today?”, you said, trying not to show the nerves you were feeling.

“Oh, I got very lucky today. You’re right about that”.

When Gavi removed his hands from your face, you turned to face him. It was the first time you two saw each other in person and you wanted to curse him for being even more attractive up close.

“I think you owe me a kiss?”

“Maybe I changed my mind and I’ll slap you instead”.

He laughed at your comment, moving even closer. “That little blush on your face tells me you would prefer the kiss. But if you want to slap me as foreplay, I might let you do it. You’re very sexy when you get all feisty”.

His words only made you blush more. And you were sure he could hear your heart beating extra fast. But he also thought you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

You finally took matters into your own hands and grabbed the sides of his face before you leaned in to kiss him. It was a rough kiss. The sexual tension you had been building up for months with your texting poured on to the kiss. You didn’t even know how long you were kissing for before you were caught by one of his teammates.

“Oh! Crap! Sorry!...wait! Aren’t you that actress Gavi is obsessed with?”

“Obsessed, huh?”, you said, raising your eyebrows.

“I think you just showed me the feeling is mutual, baby”, he whispered in your ear while his teammate left.

“I’m an actress”, you shrugged.

“Yeah, and you’re good. But you’re not that good”.

With a final peck, he left to follow his teammate. Not without turning to tell you that you’d see each other soon.

And you couldn’t believe how much you hoped that was true.

**

The kiss had changed things but also really hadn't. You were still stuck in Madrid while Gavi was in Barcelona, so you couldn't see each other. But the banter on your texts had changed a bit. It got a little…spicier. And you moved from Instagram to WhatsApp.

Gavi found it hilarious that you would give him your phone number but still refused to follow him on Instagram.

The success of your show meant a lot of cool opportunities for you. And one of them was being the face of a perfume. You had done the campaign with a fellow actor and it was time for you to do the promotion.

On press day, you spent the entire day going from one interview to another. It got to the point where you literally lost track of how many times you had changed outfits.

For one of the bigger interviews, you were given a pretty revealing dress. The campaign was very sexy, so the wardrobe for the press tour had to match that vibe.

When you were left alone backstage, you took a photo and sent it to Gavi.

Pablo: Jesus! Send that with a warning. I'm having dinner with my family and they think I'm having a heart attack.

You: so you like it?

Pablo: I'd like it better if you were here with me and I could take it off you.

You: keep dreaming.

Pablo: I'll dream about you in this dress, yes.

You were biting your lip reading his messages. Even if you were confident, your self-esteem wasn't always at its highest. But reading his reaction, and imagining his face when he saw the photo, gave you the confidence to go to the red carpet and show everyone how sexy you were.

But still, the red carpet remained your least favourite place.

**

"You two look stunning!", said the reporter. "And oh my Lord that advert. It was the hottest thing I've seen in a while. How was making the ad?"

Roberto, the actor you are in the campaign with answered for you. "Well, when you have such a gorgeous woman next to you, it's even easier. No acting needed".

He looked you up and down and even though you felt a bit uncomfortable, you just played along. "Yeah. It was a very easy job".

When you finally finished all the interviews on the red carpet, you grabbed your phone to post some of the photos of the event on Instagram.

You were also expecting more texts from Gavi. You two were constantly sending things to each other but there were none. Maybe he had gone to bed early.

**

Gavi had been following your day of events on social media. He couldn't get enough of how stunning you looked. And now he had actually seen you in person, now he had been able to kiss you…yes, he couldn't get enough of you.

It killed him that you two lived far away and he didn't get to see you often. He wanted to take you out on dates, to spend hours bantering with you in person, not through text. But he knew he would have to wait until the end of the season for that.

When he saw the way the guy who did the campaign with you acted around you, he wasn't pleased. He kept on touching your arm and your back. And then when he was asked about the ad and answered that…

The jealousy Gavi was feeling was too much. He knew it. You weren't even together. You had kissed once and that was that. But he couldn't stand seeing more of those videos. So he put his phone away and went to bed.

**

You had noticed Gavi had stopped texting as much and wanted to ask him why. But you didn't want to sound desperate to him. His ego was big enough.

You: not sure I want you to win or lose tomorrow. Trying to work out if I hate your team more or less than Atleti.

Pablo: want to do another bet?

Seeing this playful side of him back made you happy.

You: I guess 🥱

Pablo: if I score, I take you on a date.

You: and if you don't?

Pablo: you take me on a date.

You: that doesn't sound right.

Pablo: you know what else isn't right?

You: 🤷

Pablo: that I still can't call you mine.

You read and reread his last message, feeling your chest tightening.

You: then do something about it.

**

The match ended on a draw, and Gavi scored once again.

He had asked permission to stay in Madrid after the match, since they had a couple of days off. It really was the best opportunity.

Even though he was supposed to take you on a date, you were the one who invited him to your place after the match. You didn't want to deal with the press seeing you together and making a big deal out of it.

When he got there, he kissed your cheek and you led him to the table where your dinner was.

"Did you cook that for me?"

"I ordered it. But it's the thought that counts, right?"

He laughed and you both started to eat. Gone was the banter. Replaced by the tension you both felt.

"I was jealous the other day", he said, surprising you.

"Why?"

"That actor you were doing a press day with. He just couldn't stop touching you and insinuating there was something between you two".

"Yeah", you said nonchalantly. "He was pretty annoying".

Gavi stared at you. His look was so intense, you could read all the feelings he was trying to communicate to you.

"Be my girlfriend".

"Why should I?"

"Because you felt the same connection I felt when we kissed. Because you haven't been able to stop thinking about that moment, like I haven't. And because I don't just want to call you mine. I want you to go on those red carpets, alone or with other people, and tell everyone I'm yours".

"But you play for Barça…", you teased.

"You can wear my shirt when I play for Spain".

"Deal!"

[thebadgerclan]

The Only Thing He Has Left

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: You are the only thing he has left...

dragotsennaya devushka--precious girl

A/N: I have a pretty dark idea for a part 2, which I’m gonna write too bc I can’t be stopped 😂

She stood across from him, the War Room table between them.  Where was she, really?  That was what Aleksander wondered every time he saw her through the tether, where was his Summoner?  Alina appeared to him in her kefta from the Winter Fete, but he knew that particular garment was long long lost.  How did he appear to her?  Was he how she last saw him, or did she see his scars?

“I meant what I told you, all those months ago,” Aleksander said.  “I promised that you and I would change the world.”  “That is never going to happen,” Alina countered.  “I’ll destroy the only thing you have left.”  Her words were purposeful, her glare icy, and Aleksander immediately knew what she meant.  His Army was fractured, his nation was now embroiled in a Civil War, there was little that Aleksander still held dear.  Except…

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his hands tingling as panic filled him.  “Wouldn’t I?  You have no idea what I will or won't do.”  Aleksander stepped around the table, causing Alina to stumble backwards a bit.  “Mark my words, Miss Starkov, if you even think about harming my wife, I will make you suffer as you have never suffered before.”  Alina, to her credit, did not blanch, did not show the fear she no doubt felt, but drew herself up straighter.

“I’d like to see you try.”  Rage filled him, and Aleksander summoned the Cut, slicing the tether-version of Alina in two.  The map of Ravka on the far wall took the brunt of his anger, ironically directly over the ink symbolizing the Fold, and Aleksander let his anger carry him through the corridors to you.  “Inessa!” he called, summoning the head of his oprichniki.  “Yes, moi soverennyi?”

“Y/N is to be guarded at all times from this point out,” your husband ordered.  “I want at least 7 soldiers on her detail around the clock, our most skilled and deadliest.  No one gets within 20 feet of her without my say so, am I clear?”  Inessa nodded, keeping pace with Aleksander as he strode down the hall.  “Da, moi sovernnyi.  Is there anyone in particular you’d like on her detail?”

“Pasha and Liza, otherwise, use your judgment.”  “Yes, sir.”  Inessa bowed and turned to leave, preparing to make her new assignments.  Aleksander found you at your desk in your shared rooms, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he sent four of his nichevo’ya to stand watch.  “Aleksander, what’s going on?” you asked, rising from your seat.  “What happened?”

“Alina has threatened to…” he choked back tears, and you knew then that whatever had happened was serious.  “She threatened to kill you.”  “W-what?”  You hadn’t seen the Sun Summoner since the Winter Fete, but you’d heard how powerful she’d become, and you knew how deep her hatred for your husband ran.  Alina would do whatever was necessary to take him down, and you knew that if you got in her way, you’d be just another obstacle in her way.

Fear had your legs trembling, and you shakily lowered yourself back to your seat.  Aleksander took your hands and followed you down, kneeling at your side.  “Y/N, look at me, darling.  I will not let her hurt you.  If she even gets near you, she will die.  And it will be a slow, painful death.”  “Sasha?”  “Yes, dragotsennaya devushka?”  “I’m scared.”  Your husband gently tugged on your hands, and you fell into his lap, burying your face in his chest, his arms wrapping snugly around you.

“I know, Y/N,” he said.  “I am too.  But I will always protect you, until I am dust on the wind, I will defend you with my life.”  You said nothing, snuggling closer to your husband, letting the scent of his cologne calm you.  “I love you, Y/N,” Aleksander said, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair.  “My sweet darling, I love you so much.  I’ll always keep you safe.”  “I love you too, Aleksander,” you said.  The Sun Summoner could make whatever threats she liked; if she decided to move, Aleksander would be ready.

[99hook]

Ghost Hunts

Synopsis: You and Hook get more than you bargained for when you decide to go ghost hunting on Halloween night

Warnings: paranormal activity, cursing, mentions of past deaths, fluff and ghosts doing ghostly activities

A/N: happy spooky season besties 👻 thank you to the anon who requested this to me! i hope you love it! also, hook is tyler in this, just so nobody gets confused about that. also i did tryyy to make this thrilling but i think it turned into a comedy imo, i’ll let y’all be the judge! enjoy!

(the title is lame as hell but i couldn’t think of anything else so here we are😂)

-feel free to send me halloween/spooky season requests and ideas you have! gonna be writing for it the whole month of october 🎃👻🧡

Tyler switched the key in the ignition as he stared ahead at a large, victorian style house you’d been telling him you wanted to visit for months now.

He heard you unbuckle your seatbelt and looked over at you, seeing the excitement in your eyes when you looked back at him.

You always talked his head off about this one specific historical attraction, so he took it upon himself to give the owners a call and see if it was possible for the two of you to get permission to privately tour that apparently haunted place.

The right amount of money permitted you both the approval to spend Halloween night there, and just like many of the tourists that come to visit, you quickly found out why it was named one of the most haunted attractions in the country.

———

“Ready?” You grinned, already having one hand on the door handle.

Tyler unbuckled his seatbelt and nodded before he opened his door and slid out the car. He came around to your side to open up your door like he always does, but you were too excited to wait.

He looked down at you with a half-smirk on his lips as he shut your door and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the stone steps that invited you into that not-so-inviting house.

He stopped when he reached the door and turned back around to face you, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

“I know you’re excited, but I just don’t want you to get your hopes up and feel let down if nothing happens tonight. I still think this is just some old ass house that people pay way too much money to come tour because they think ghosts are gonna pop out at them.”

You shot him a look and rolled your eyes. “Well, just for your information, there’s been countless reports of people seeing shadows and all kinds of stuff here, but I know you won’t believe anything until it’s proven, so let’s go in.”

He couldn’t argue with that, so he just shrugged his shoulders before he spun back around and opened the door.

The creaking of the rusty hinges echoed back to you, along with your slow footsteps the second you stepped inside. There was already an eerie feeling lingering through the air, almost as if you were immediately stepping foot in forbidden territory.

Tyler closed the door and looked around at the large portraits aligned on the walls, and he didn’t particularly like how their eyes seemed to follow him when he walked around.

You took a few steps towards a large room off to the side of the entranceway, and Tyler followed behind you. The first thing he noticed was a wooden rocking chair in the corner by a large bay window, and a little rag doll with button eyes sitting on it.

He tried to stifle his laugh, but it caught your attention. You looked over at him and noticed that he was trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.

“What are you laughing at?” You asked, following his eyes over to the rocking chair.

“That doll.” He says as he walks over to it. “They really put a rag doll in a rocking chair. They watch too many movies.” He shakes his head as he starts to look around the room.

“And look at this-“ he points up at a set of porcelain dolls sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. “Someone really said, hey, let’s find some of the creepiest dolls ever made and put them on the mantle. Then people will have to believe this place is haunted.”

You shot him a look and waited for him to notice. When he looked back at you, he still had a wide smile plastered across his face.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but I told you what I think. This is just a place for people to make money scamming tourists. I mean, look at all this shit. It looks like a horror movie set, does it not? Who decorates their shit like this?”

“These are items from the first family who ever lived here, Tyler. Remember we read about the family of six who passed away from pneumonia in the 1800’s. This is their stuff.”

“So that family is supposed to be lurking around haunting this place?” He crossed his arms over his chest and you could see the skepticism clear as day on his face.

“They’re not the only ones who have passed away here, Tyler. There’s been people who were working on the roof and fell off. A maid who used to work for the family had a heart attack on the second floor. Not to mention, the fourth floor was used as an infirmary at one point in time too. They don’t even know how many people have actually been buried in the back yard. You’d know all of this if you listened to me when I talk about it.”

He vaguely recalled all of that, but didn’t get the chance to say anything back when the sound of rusty hinges creaking from somewhere above you echoed through the room.

His eyes immediately snapped over to the entryway, recognizing that sound as the front door when he opened and closed it earlier, but it was still shut.

He looked back down at you and the look you had on your face that screamed, I told you so.

“This is an old ass house. It’s gonna make noises.” He says, but you just shrugged your shoulders and headed out that room, over towards the staircase.

“Where are you going?” He calls after you when you make your way halfway up to the second floor. You looked back down at where he was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“To explore.” You nodded towards the top of the stairs. “You coming? Or are you too scared?” You teased with a challenging smirk that made his eyes narrow in on you, before he started heading up the stairs after you.

The second floor had a heavier feeling the moment you reached the top step. There was an icy chill in the air that immediately made your whole body shiver.

Tyler crossed his arms over his chest and stepped around you, looking for a window that must have been left open.

“It’s cold as fuck up here.” He muttered as he slowly walks around. “The one time I don’t wear my hoodie.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that as you passed by him. He turned around when he felt you walk by and watched as you headed down one of the long halls.

“Where are you going now?” He asks as he strides towards you, following you into the last room that you knew was the one that belonged to the maid who passed away in it. According to too many articles you’ve read, she sometimes gets spotted sitting on the edge of her bed.

Tyler searched for a light switch as soon as he stepped in that room, but he flipped the switch three times and the lights didn’t come on.

“That’s great. Let’s just hang out in a dark ass room.” You heard him comment as his footsteps draw closer to you. You can see enough with the dim lighting from the hallway illuminating some of the room.

You ran your hand over the quilt neatly spread over the bed, knowing that it was that maid’s quilt that she handmade. You ignored your boyfriend’s mutters under his breath and tried to appreciate the sentimental value that the quilt, along with many other items in the house had to the family that first lived there.

You felt Tyler tap your shoulder three times and looked back, but that’s when you realized he was standing over by the dresser, messing with his hair in the mirror.

You felt an ice cold chill skate down your spine and instantly backed away from the bed, and Tyler noticed your sudden movements.

“What?” He asked, pausing with his hands still in his hair.

You looked over at him, then glanced at your shoulder where you felt the taps of fingers that weren’t his.

“I felt something tap my shoulder and thought it was you, but you were all the way over there.” You tell him.

He drops his hands and walks over to you with a look of disbelief on his face.

“Maybe you just thought you felt something.” He says as he places his hand on your shoulder and rubs his thumb over it. “Or maybe the roof is leaking or something. This house is old as fuck.”

He looked up at the ceiling and held out his hand, but no water droplets fell into his palm. You managed to shrug it off, even though you knew in your heart that you felt what you felt, regardless if Tyler believed it or not.

You decided to take a few steps back from that bed, taking the three taps as a warning not to put your hands on the maid’s belongings.

Tyler ended up wandering over to the closet for some reason, observing some of the clothes that were still hanging in there after who knows how many years, while you were taking in all of the old photos displayed on wooden shelves on the wall.

One picture in particular caught your attention because you recognized it from one of the first articles you’ve read about the house.

“Tyler, come look at this.” You softly called out to him.

“Come look at this first.” He says from somewhere in the closet. You walked over and peeked your head in, but you didn’t take a step further. If it ruffled feathers for you to touch the maid’s quilt, you weren’t daring to touch her clothing.

“Look up here.” He says as he points towards the ceiling where a wooden square door was bolted shut. You would’ve assumed it lead to the attic, but the house had four floors and you were only on the second one.

Tyler glanced over his shoulder at you with a mischievous smirk, and before he even got the chance to say it, you shut that thought down immediately.

“No, Tyler.” You sternly tell him, reaching out and grabbing his hand. “Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s a secret door, Y/n. How do you expect me not to want to go up there?”

“It’s bolted shut for a reason. Don’t disturb anything here, and as a matter of fact, get out of the maid’s closet.”

He let you pull him towards you but made sure to show the dissatisfaction on his face at the same time. You shut the door behind him and rolled your eyes at the annoyed look he threw on his face.

“Come on, there’s still so much to see.” You say as you lead him out the maid’s room.

There was another set of stairs tucked in the corner of that hallway, but as the two of you were heading up to the third floor, a loud slam stopped you in your tracks.

You both froze instantly, looking over at each other with wide eyes and suddenly rapid beating hearts.

“What the fuck was that?” You barely even whispered. Tyler looked up at the top of the stairs that were only four steps away and held his hand out in front of you.

“Stay here. Someone could’ve snuck in when we weren’t paying attention.” He whispered before he slowly, and quietly stepped up the stairs.

You watched him intently until he reached the top and disappeared around a corner, and then you made sure to listen as closely and carefully as you possibly could.

You could hear his footsteps perfectly, thanks to the creaking of the floorboards, but every sound made you jump. You kept getting an unnerving feeling that someone was behind you, but each time you looked down at the bottom of the stairs, nobody was there.

After a couple seconds, Tyler appeared back at the top of the stairs and you could easily see that he was feeling a little shook up, but he was trying not to show it.

“There’s nobody up here.” He says as he looks back over his shoulder, getting the uncomfortable sensation that someone’s watching him. “But I don’t know what the fuck that noise was either.”

You stepped up the stairs faster than you meant to because that feeling that someone’s lingering behind you kept getting stronger and stronger, but part of you didn’t want to acknowledge it.

You instinctively grabbed his hand when you met him at the top of the stairs and he picked up on that immediately, looking down at you with a bit of concern in his dark eyes.

“You okay?” He asks, and you only nodded even though your stomach was starting to twist into the tightest knots.

You looked down the hall and nearly jumped a whole foot back when you saw yours and Tyler’s reflection in a large mirror at the very end of it.

He couldn’t help but to laugh as you were trying to steady the rhythm of your pounding heart, but he slung his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side.

“It’s okay, it’s just a mirror baby. It scared the hell out of me earlier too.” He grins before placing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you ready to leave, or do you wanna keep going?”

You looked up at him when your heart finally started to compose itself and shook your head. This was something you wanted to do for so long, the thought of chickening out halfway through was just simply not an option for you.

“Keep going.” You tell him before you head for the first door that’s in sight.

Tyler’s arm dropped to his side when you brushed past him and he watched you turn the knob on that door, along with three others.

“They’re all locked on this floor. I tried them already.” He says as he looks over his shoulder at yet another set of stairs leading up to the last floor.

“Guess that means we get the pleasure of exploring a creepy ass infirmary now.” He says with a dull tone as he looks back at you.

You walked past him and headed for the last staircase, and upon first glance, it was nothing like all the others.

Tyler made quick strides to catch up to you and just as soon as you placed your foot on the first step, his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back.

“You can’t be serious, Y/n.” He deadpans when you turn around to face him. “Look at those stairs. They are barely even stairs at this point!”

“I think people go up here all the time though.” You say as you look up at the top of the steps that’s quite literally tempting you, because you know that there’s an old infirmary just waiting for you to explore it.

“Well, not us.” He says as he crosses his arms tightly over his chest, you guessed as a way to hold his ground.

You rolled your eyes and just ignored him, turning around and heading up those cracked and rotted wooden steps.

“Y/N!” Your name gets shouted so loud his voice echoes, but you continued to avoid him until one step in particular caved right out from under you.

Tyler immediately sprung up and caught you right before you could fall straight through to wherever you’d end up underneath those stairs. He quickly brought you back down to the floor before any of the other steps had a chance to snap in half.

“You okay?” He asked when he was able to catch his breath. You nodded and looked back up at those stairs, specifically at the one that was now missing.

“Don’t even think about it, y/n.” He cups your cheeks with his thumb and two fingers and gently turns your head back to look at him. “Thats exactly why I told you not to go up there in the first place. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, you know that?”

You accepted the defeat and simply nodded, still feeling bummed that you couldn’t explore that infirmary, but the fact that Tyler saved you from what could’ve been a really nasty fall was at the forefront of your mind.

You felt his thumb stroke your cheek and looked back into his softened eyes, about to say thank you for saving you from that fall, but the second your lips parted, the sound of the floor boards slowly creaking caused you both to jump back.

Your head snapped towards the stairs at the other end of the hall and you suddenly felt like your feet were nailed to the floor.

Tyler’s breathing was getting heavier even though he was trying to control it as he stared dead at the top of the staircase, waiting for someone to come walking up.

You reached out and grabbed his forearm, clinging onto him tightly. You felt his muscles tense and he instinctively stepped in front of you, blocking you with his own body in case someone was about to show themselves, but after a few minutes that felt like an eternity, nobody ever did.

He turned back to face you, his eyes wide and pupils dilated as pure fear coursed through them. You stared back at him, unsure what to say or do, and scared to hear your own voice at this point.

There was a moment of silent communication between the two of you, both on the same page it seemed, ready to get the hell out of that house, and the sudden sound of something crashing to the floor right above your heads was all the motivation you needed.

“Nah, fuck this” Tyler’s voice trembled slightly before he grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall. It was hard to keep up with his fast strides thanks to the large contrast between his long legs and your shorter ones, but that adrenaline coursing through your veins helped you manage.

He kept his grip tight as he pulled you down the hall of the second floor, avoiding looking into any of the rooms with the fear that he’d see something standing there. You kept your eyes on his back for the same reason, and did your very best not to let your sights wander anywhere else.

You descended the stairs faster than you thought you ever could without tripping, and wasted no time bolting right out the front door.

Even though it was pitch dark outside, it was sudden relief the second the you shut that door behind you. Tyler nearly skipped three of the front steps on the way out, and only stopped to catch his breath when he finally reached the car.

He placed both hands on the hood and dropped his head, shaking it. His breathing was heavy and uneven but he still managed to say, “Never again, Y/n.”

You leaned against the hood next to him, watching him nearly fight for his life to calm himself down. You looked back at that house for what you knew was going to be the last time, before you looked over at Tyler.

“I support anything you do, baby. Anything except ghost hunting.” he says as he picks his head up and looks at you.

There was a moment that the two of you just stood there, still shaken up with straight adrenaline running hot through your veins, but after you got in the car and pulled out that driveway, you couldn’t help but to look at each other and laugh.

“That was some crazy shit.” He says through the bellowed laughter.

“I told you it was haunted, did I not?” You raise your brows at him, hoping to hear him admit that you were right, but knowing Tyler, he’d rather do anything but say those words.

“I mean, I still think the house was just old and made a lot of noises.” He shrugs one shoulder. “But if it’s job is to scare the shit out of people, I guess it was successful.”

“You guess?” You deadpan on him, but his eyes are focused on the road. “Tyler, you literally ran out of there.” You teased.

“You’re damn right I did!” He exclaims with a higher voice that had no business sounding as funny as it did to you. “That shit was making too many noises for me. Sounded like the whole damn house was about to collapse on us.”

“Speaking of collapse, I need to call the owners first thing in the morning and tell them about the stairs. We’re probably gonna have to pay for the damages.”

“As long as we don’t have to go back to that house, I don’t even care.” He shakes his head before you feel his fingers intertwine with yours. “Next time you wanna go ghost hunting, we’re just gonna have to sit on the couch and watch it on tv. Sorry baby, but i’m not getting involved again. Not after whatever the fuck just happened back there.”

“I think I got it all out of my system. Until next Halloween, anyway.” You smirk, and he looks over just in time to catch it, shaking his head but he can’t help the smile that forms on his lips simply due to your pure stubborn nature.

“So every Halloween you just wanna go visit some haunted places? Why not go to one of those haunted fun houses or something?” He suggests, “At least there you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Why don’t we just go to one of those right now?” You shrug as you glanced at the time on your phone. “It’s still early, and Halloween’s not over yet.”

“After tonight, I’m pretty sure if someone jumped out at me I’d probably end up punching them in the face.” He chuckles as he comes to a stop at stop sign.

He looks both ways before he looks over at you, leaning in for a quick kiss like he always does, and you felt all of that previous adrenaline and wracking nerves suddenly dissipate under his gentle touch.

“Okay” you caved, “Let’s go home. I wanna spend the rest of our halloween another way.”

You felt him smile against you before placing one last kiss to your lips, then pulling away to start driving again.

“Does that mean I get to finally see you in that one costume?” He smirks as he starts to speed a little faster.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile before you reached over and placed your hand gently on his thigh.

“As long as you promise not to literally tear it off me.” you teased, but all he did was glance over at you with a look that you already knew far too well.

“You know I can’t promise you that.”

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[mountttmase]

hi, hope you’re having a nice day! x

could u write a super fluffy mason imagine, i mean really tooth-rotting, leg kicking fluff. It can be about anything x

Three Little Words

Note - hello lovely anon 💕 I’m well thank you I hope you are too. I’m not sure if this is as sweet as you were hoping for but I tried 😂 happy late valentines and feedback is always appreciated 💙💙💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4k

Warnings - fluff & angst

Late lazy mornings were always your favourite. Late lazy mornings with Mason we’re even better.

He was still asleep, softly snoring besides you as you watched him with soft eyes. To you he was perfect, from the crinkles that appeared next to his eyes when he was happy, to the most gorgeous smile you’d ever seen on another human. There was nothing about him you didn’t like.

You watched him intently, fighting the urge to reach out and trace his features and before you could stop yourself, your finger was trailing down the bridge of his nose and then across his cupids bow. Making sure to be extra gentle so you didn’t wake him.

Those three little words were on the top of your tongue, and him being unconscious made it a bit easier for you to express them as you knew he wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you chose to mouth them just in case he somehow was listening. It was something you had caught yourself doing a lot lately.

You and Mason hadn’t quite got to the big I love you stage of your relationship yet. You obviously knew you did love him but you were terrified of saying the words out loud in fear it was too soon or he didn’t feel the same, knowing it would crush you if he wasn’t ready to say it back yet. You’d been together officially for just over three months and dating for two before that and you were certain of your feelings towards him but the thought of telling him and not getting the reply you wanted made you feel hot all over so you kept it to yourself. Only thinking the words or mouthing them when he couldn’t see.

Mason began to stir ever so slightly so you retracted your hand and placed it on his chest instead. Watching him as he slowly opened his eyes and locked them with yours. His smile mirrored your own at the sight of you before he reached out to pull you into him further.

‘Good morning, beautiful’ he murmured, pressing his hands to the warm skin of your back so he could hold you to him as tight as possible.

‘Morning, Mason. How did you sleep?’

‘Pretty good. Always do when I’m next to you though’ he winked and you let out a light chuckle. ‘You been awake long?’

‘Like 20 minutes maybe?’ You hummed and he nodded before cupping your jaw and bringing your face towards his so he could place a gentle kiss on your lips. ‘I’ll get up soon. I wanna make you breakfast before you leave’

‘How did I get so lucky, huh?’ He laughed, pulling you to him again and you kissed him back with a smile before pulling back, causing him to groan in frustration.

‘Come on don’t be moody, Mase’ you laughed as you got out of bed and threw his shirt on before leaving the room and heading down to the kitchen. You’d been cooking away for about 15 minutes when Mason finally emerged through the door in just his boxers. ‘Nice to see you’ve finally joined the land of the living’ you teased but he just groaned whilst hugging you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder.

‘I was comfy and you abandoned me’ he moaned but you just laughed and shook your head, loving how his needy side emerged whenever he was tired. You gently turned and kissed his forehead, causing him to hum contently and squeeze you a little bit tighter.

‘Food will be ready soon. Why don’t you sort some drinks out? There’s juice in the fridge’ you told him and with a final kiss to your cheek he plodded off to pour you both a drink. By the time he was done, you were all plated up and you set his down in his spot on the kitchen island. You took the seat opposite him and he gave you an appreciative smile before digging in.

‘So it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow’ he mused, his eyes coming to meet yours with a shy smile dressed on his face.

‘Really? I had no idea’ you countered sarcastically and he chuckled at your tone before reaching for your hand.

‘I know we said we leave it this year as my game is tomorrow but I’ll be back at like six. Maybe you could come here afterwards. I’ll cook for you this time?’ He asked with hopeful eyes and you couldn’t help but agree.

‘Okay, yeah that sounds good. We’re still agreed on no presents though?’

‘Yeah yeah’ he laughed whilst rolling his eyes. Giving you hand one last squeeze before carrying on eating.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Valentine’s Day, you just felt the whole thing was a bit of a let down most of the time and you didn’t want to add too much pressure into the both of your lives. You’d agreed on no presents a while back as your relationship was fairly new and you had no idea what to get him plus knowing him he’d go way overboard. Mason had mentioned taking you out somewhere nice but you figured he’d be tired after his game and you both out thinking about it in the back burner for the time being. He’d won you round though, and the thought of a cozy night in with him sounded perfect.

Once you’d eaten and cleared up, you both made your way upstairs so you could get ready to head home. You’d planned a night out with your girls tonight as Mason would be staying away for his early game tomorrow. It was an away game but it wasn’t too far and you’d agreed to go and support him with a couple of friends. You were soon by the door, double checking your bag as Mason came to give you a goodbye kiss.

‘So I’ll meet you back here tomorrow? You can just come here after the game and hang here till I get back if you want?’

‘I don’t really fancy sitting in my car for a few hours’ you laughed and he looked at you with a confused face. ‘I don’t have a way to get in Mase, unless you’re good with me breaking and entering. It’s fine you can just message me when you’re back and I’ll come over’

He didn’t say anything, just untangled himself from you and walked back through the house. Leaving you stood there in confusion until he returned with one of his hands behind his back.

‘I’ve just texted you the code for the gate, and this is yours’ he told you, opening his hand to reveal a key. You gasped at the sight of it and he chuckled at your response. ‘Where’re your keys, baby?’ He asked and you fished them out of your bag so he could attach it on. He popped them back in your bag once he was done and flashed you a cheeky smile. ‘There we go, now you can get in tomorrow. And whenever else you feel like’

‘Mase, are you sure?’ You laughed and he wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed the end of your nose.

‘Of course I’m sure. I trust you’ he confirmed before pressing his lips to yours in a heavy kiss. You pulled back and looked into his bright eyes, both of you radiating happiness to the point where you thought you might burst.

‘I love you’

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, so used to mouthing them to him that it felt natural for you to say them but the shocked look on his face made you go stiff. The feeling of embarrassment taking over you as you hadn’t meant to say it to him. Not right now anyway.

Masons face was a picture, he was looking at you with wide eyes and his lips slightly parted. Shock written all over him but he didn’t say anything back which was making your heart thud in you chest uncomfortably. You uttered the word fuck under your breath before freeing yourself from him and grabbing your bags so you could flee to the car.

‘Baby, wait’ he urged, trying to grab you but you made it outside before he could. He was still dressed only in his boxers and was aware he didn’t want to give his neighbours an eyeful so he ran to grab some clothes, but you were too quick. Chucking your stuff in the back seat before getting off his drive as quickly as you could. You were just through the gates when you noticed Mason running out of his house but he stopped when he realised he couldn’t catch you.

You felt numb the whole way home, upset with yourself that you’d run off without talking to him, but the fact he’d frozen and not said anything back hurt you more than you thought possible. You knew he was calling you from the way your phone was constantly vibrating to the side of you, but you were feeling far too humiliated to talk to him right now.

You kept yourself busy at home. Deep cleaning your flat and choosing an outfit for tonight. Before hopping in the shower and getting ready. Once you were almost done, you risked a glance at your phone to see if your girls had text you yet, ignoring everything Mason related as you still felt hot and uncomfortable thinking about it.

Your best friend Leigh confirmed she’d be with you in about 15 minutes so you used your time to clear the 25 missed calls from Mason and have a quick flick through the texts he’d sent.

You were about to cave and reply when Leigh text you to say she was outside, so you gathered up all your things and met her downstairs. She knew something was off instantly but you shrugged it off, telling her you thought you might be coming down with something and you were fine.

The dinner passed you by in a blur, but you gave yourself a talking to on the way to the bar. You rarely saw the girls and you were being a bit of a buzz kill but once you had a bit of alcohol in you, you relaxed and mostly forgot about what had happened earlier. You posted a cute picture that you took of yourself and Leigh in the bathroom to your stories before putting your phone away again.

It was an hour or so later when you were getting some air that you checked your phone again. It was about half 12 so Mason would be sound asleep by now, but you saw a few notifications from him from about an hour ago, meaning he must of seen your post straight away. You checked instagram first to see he’d reacted to your story with a heart eyes emoji and a little message.

You quickly liked his message without thinking about it, offering him the first tiny bit of contact from you in hours before you checked your texts again to find just one more from him that was sent just after midnight.

You sighed as you read through it a few times, your heart breaking as you thought about him in his hotel room all sad. You were just about to type a reply when Leigh pressed up next to you, throwing an arm around you and giving you a little squeeze.

‘You’ve had a face like a slapped arse all night, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?’ She giggled and you laughed with her whilst shaking your head before giving her a rundown of what happened earlier.

‘I’m so just so embarrassed’ you confessed, with your face in your hands. ‘And I know it’s stupid to run away and ignore him but I didn’t know what else to do’

‘I’m sorry, that sucks’ she huffed but you knew there was more coming. ‘You should of given him time to explain or think about it though’

‘I don’t want him to have to think about it, I want him to know’

‘I’ve seen the way you two are around each other, some people aren’t that comfortable with saying it and yeah you were ready but he wasn’t. Doesn’t mean he won’t ever be ready. I mean he gave you a key for his house for Christ’s sake, I don’t think he’s dishing those out to everyone who turns up’ she told you and you huffed at how right she was.

‘I guess so’

‘Come on, let’s forgot about it for now. We’ll go to his game tomorrow and the pair of you can kiss and make up after’ she teased, pulling you back inside. It was only on your way home a few hours later that you plucked up the courage to message him back.

You arrived to the ground a little later than intended as you were more hungover than you thought you’d be so you’d missed everyone warming up, but you, Leigh and a few of the other girls took your seats in the box mason had arranged for you, just in time to see Mason walking out onto the pitch. He looked sad as he glanced up at you, but once he saw you were there you saw him sigh in relief. You gave him a little wave and a smile to which he returned and your heart settled more than you thought it would.

Mason appeared to be having the game of his life, having already scored twice before halftime. Each time looking up and pointing to you. You and Mason hadn’t gone public yet so you felt a bit overwhelmed when all eyes were looking your way but you shrugged it off, happy for him that he was doing well after a hard time recently. When full time came you watched him come over with the rest of the team to clap the away fans, and you smiled as he blew a kiss in your direction, reaching up to grab it which made him laugh.

You didn’t stay long, wanting to beat the traffic so you could stop off on the way home and pick up some things from the shop. You knew Mason said he would cook for you tonight but after the way things had gone and his game today, you wanted to treat him a little bit. Thankfully the shop still had some valentines decorations left over so you picked up some rose petals, red balloons and candles plus all the ingredients for his favourite cheat meal as well as some strawberries and chocolate so you could dip them.

It felt weird putting Masons code into his gate and opening the door with the key he gave you. Almost as if you felt like you were intruding, especially when you couldn’t find the light switch for the hallway but you made your way to the kitchen to start dinner before decorating the dining room table with all the petals and candles. You scattered a few of the balloons about, trying not to make too much much of a mess but wanting it to look nice for him. You were in the kitchen dipping the last of the strawberries when you heard the front door open. You froze in place, now feeing unsure of yourself on whether you should even be here or not but it wasn’t long before you heard him voice calling for you.

‘Y/n? You here?’ He shouted and you made you way through the house to meet him. You both stopped in your tracks when you caught sight of each other and even though you must of looked terrified, there was a gorgeous smile on Masons face. ‘Why is the light off?’ He questioned, gesturing to the dark hall and you looked down to your fingers overcome with shyness.

‘I wasn’t sure where the light switch was’ you mumbled and you felt him walk just to the left of you and flick a switch before coming to stand right in front of you. You locked eyes with him, his looking back at you gently but you couldn’t hold contact with him long. Soon you were back looking at your fingers before he attempted to break the ice.

‘I wasn’t sure if you were gonna be here’

‘Im sorry’ you whispered, suddenly overcome with guilt about the last 24 hours or so.

‘You should be. I’m annoyed with you’ he mumbled but when you looked up at him his face was full of humour which instantly settled you. He gently cupped your cheeks and you lent into his hand as his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back. ‘I wanted to say it first’ he breathed.

‘What?’ You murmured, unsure as to what he was getting at. He took a deep breath before kissing your nose gently.

‘I’m sorry for the way I reacted yesterday, I was just a bit shocked that’s all. I’ve been wanting to say that to you for so long but I think I was building it up to be this big thing cause I wanted it to be special for us. Like something we could remember you know? I was gonna tell you tonight and I’ve been crapping myself for days’

‘Sorry I ruined your moment’ you giggled and he lent down to kiss you with a smile. When he pulled back he was looking at you like he’d never had before and you felt yourself melt under his stare.

‘You’re lucky I love you’

You let out a little laugh, relief and excitement bubbling through you at the sound of those words coming from him and you attached your lips to his immediately. You were both smiling so it was hard to kiss him properly and when you both pulled back you were giggling like idiots.

‘I mean it. I love you, y/n’

‘I love you, too Mase’ you whispered as you held each other ‘I know it wasn’t how you planned but I think we’ll still remember it’ you joked as you led him through to the living room. He stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of the cute scene in front of him set up on his dining table and he turned to face you with an heartwarming expression.

‘What’s all this?’ He laughed, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you both took it all in.

‘Well I thought it might be nice to make tonight a bit special. And to apologise for ignoring you yesterday’

‘You don’t need to apologise’

‘I wanted to do something nice’ you told him, turning in his arms and wrapping yours around his neck. ‘And I know you said you’d cook but I’ve already got your favourite on the go. I thought you’d be tired after today’

‘As if I thought I couldn’t love you anymore’ he teased whilst kissing your cheek. ‘I’ll just go sort myself out and I’ll come help yeah?’ he told you and with a final quick kiss he vanished upstairs.

Ten minutes later he was walking back in, dressed in a hoodie and his favourite grey shorts. You saw him give you a once over, still dressed in jeans and your Chelsea shirt with his name on the back.

‘Do you wanna go get changed?’ He mumbled, kissing your temple as his arm snaked around your waist.

‘I kind of didn’t bring anything’ you chucked and he furrowed his brows at you in confusion. ‘I didn’t know how tonight would go and if you’d want me to stay ’

‘I always want you to stay’ he reassured you and you smiled at him shyly, now feeling a little dramatic. ‘I’ll grab you something to change into if you want. And I was thinking I could clear a draw for you or something? So you can keep some stuff here? Just thought it would save you having to lug loads of stuff here all the time. I’ve cleared one out in the bathroom for you already for all your lotions and potions’ he winked and you could feel your face heat up at his suggestion.

‘I’d like that, thank you’ whispered and he placed a kiss on your forehead in acknowledgment. He was quick to find you one of his tracksuits for you to put on, just a simple black one and even though it drowned you, you felt a lot more comfortable. Once back in the kitchen, you caught him trying to eat out of the pot but your eyes met his, looking at him disapprovingly as the spoon hovered in front of his open mouth. ‘I’m never leaving you in charge again’

‘I was just checking it hadn’t been poisoned’ he laughed before his eyes scanned over your body. ‘You look very cute baby’ he teased before you rolled your eyes at him, shooing him out of the kitchen so you could get everything ready. You spoke lightly throughout dinner, updating him on your night out whilst he filled you in on his game. He offered to clear everything away and you promised you’d sort dessert out in the meantime, popping the chocolate covered strawberries onto a plate, and when he joined you soon after in the sofa his eyes lit up at the sight of them. ‘This day just gets better and better’ he laughed, sitting himself down next to you and pulling you in.

You picked up a strawberry, feeding it to Mason who seemed shocked at first but maintained eye contact with you had he bit down into it and you both laughed at the cheesiness of it before he kissed your forehead and got settled down for the movie you’d picked.

‘Hey Mase?’ You breathed, turning to face him as he looked back at you with gentle but curious eyes. ‘I am really sorry about running out and ignoring you yesterday. I know it was a bit childish but I thought I’d messed everything up’ you laughed lightly and he squeezed your hand in response. ‘But I’m glad we’re good again, and you played so good today like I’m so proud of you’

‘Well waking up to a text from you put me in a better mood’ he laughed as you nuzzled your head into his neck. ‘I can’t lie though, when we were going in from the warm up and I couldn’t see you I thought you’d stayed home. Like it put me in the worst mood again. But seeing you when I came out again felt amazing and I knew I wanted to score for you’ he smiled and you kissed his nose. ‘Why were you so late?’

‘Traffic’ you huffed whilst shaking your head as he picked up another strawberry. This time to feed it to you and you squealed as you felt his tongue on your chin licking up some of the juice that had dribbled from the corner of your mouth.

‘Thank you for all of this. I love it’ he told you sincerely and your heart was beating wildly in your chest as he looked at you with loving eyes. ‘And I love you’ he laughed causing you to curl into him in embarrassment.

‘I love you too’

[judysxnd]

I have an idea for pedro × reader

They get into a fight about something and the reader leaves the house . She comes back hours later and see pedro worried and angry searching for her for hours so he is mad but they finally make up . ( romantic ending please)

I’ve seen another person writing one similar request. I like the idea ! I actually like better what I wrote here than the smut (if we can even call it that) I wrote last night 😂 is this romantic enough at the end?

I’m coming back to my place tomorrow hopefully I’ll feel better than this past week at my parents!

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You were sitting on the couch, watching tv when your phone rang. Pedro was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from lunch. You got up, thinking your phone was on the coffee table, or even the couch, but nothing.

“P? Have you seen my phone?” He turned around, looking for it.

“Yes on the counter”

“Thanks!” You said, grabbing your phone. It was work. Pedro might have seen it too because of what he said.

“Why is your work calling you on a Sunday afternoon?” You simply shrugged, showing him that you didn’t know why. But you actually knew why. You were on a big project. You had to organize a presentation, prepare an entire event on it, and at the same time, write at least twenty pages about it. You loved you job, you really did, but you hated those periods because you had to do everything alone. You had no coworkers on this, it was a one person project.

Every month works like that. Each month it’s a different person, thank god you are around twenty to work there, but it obviously had to be you at some point. Pedro knew how important it was for you, but he didn’t like how nervous and stressed out your were. You became a workaholic during this month, spending most of your time working, and doing nothing else.

It didn’t help knowing that it was actually a slow month for Pedro too. He didn’t have anything big, just a couple of interviews and photo shoots here and there. He had a lot of free time, but that wasn’t your case. Pedro was being very nice about it, you had to put with his crazy schedule the rest of the year, he could live with it for you just for a month. It was hard, but manageable. You also made a deal. Next weekend, you were going out. He found a tiny cabin lost in the woods, and thought it would be a good way to disconnect a little. So he rented it for next week.

You hoped you didn’t get the phone call you were actually having. Because even if you knew it was about your project, you didn’t know that they had move your schedule. Instead of having two weeks to finalize everything, and write your report, you only had one. They apparently had to, they had no choice, “corporate took their decision”. Sure. And it had to be you. So now, you had to find a way to tell Pedro that you couldn’t leave next week, because the event was now on Saturday.

He must have sensed it. Probably the way you walked back to the kitchen, the way you were playing with your phone, how you avoid eye contact, and how your mood changed.

“Bad news right?” You nodded. You leaned on the counter behind him, playing with your phone. He wasn’t even looking at you anymore.

“They changed my schedule” now you were staring at him, waiting for any kind of reaction, but nothing. He didn’t realize it was about next weekend. “The event is now next week” he finally turned around, looking at you.

“Are you going to be okay?” You were confused

“I’m a little behind but I think I’ll manage, but- are you?”

“Me? Yeah why?”

“My event. Is next week.. end” he suddenly stared at you

“Next Saturday?”

“Yes”

“And you said yes”

“I didn’t really have the choice”

“Why?”

“Corporate, apparently”

“That’s just some lame excuses. So what’s the real reason?”

“I don’t know that’s what they told me!”

“You didn’t ask?” Pedro was getting really annoyed. His voice got a little bit lower, but louder.

“I tried!”

“I didn’t really hear you try”

“Why are you mad at me? It’s not my fault!”

“You could have said no maybe?”

“Oh yeah so they could fire me and find someone else to do my job?”

“They would not fire you for that”

“Oh yes they would! It’s not acting here, I can’t do whatever I want, there are rules”

“Because there are not in my career?”

“I never said that!” The fight was going nowhere, you were just pissed and saying the first thing coming to your mind. It didn’t really make sense, for the both of you, but you just went with it anyway.

“Can’t you call them back?”

“For what? They chose to move the event one week sooner. I just have to get ready for it”

“But we rented”

“Can’t you call them?”

“What if I don’t want to?” Pedro was getting sassy

“And what if I don’t want to?” You crossed your arms “why do we have to do what you want, never what I want?” Pedro didn’t say anything, you couldn’t stop staring at him. “You know how much I love my job. And he’ll, you’re the one always on the move, working your ass off 24/7, and you don’t hear me complaining! I do it for one month and you can’t deal with it?” That’s when you had enough. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. You let go of your phone and left towards the door.

“Where are you going?” You didn’t say anything. You grabbed your keys, and just left the house. “Y/n wait!” Pedro ran outside, but you were already in your car, leaving the house.

You drove for what seemed forever, not even knowing where you were going. You kind of dissociated the entire time. You finally stopped, feeling thirsty. After buying an iced coffee, you went back to your car, thinking. You and Pedro never really fought. They were some misunderstandings sometimes, some disagreements, but never big fights like that one.

It is true that you never said anything while Pedro was away filming or doing press tour or interviews or whatever. But you realized that’s because he was always calling you, sending you some gifts if he was in another country, or even making you fly to him every time you could. Maybe you needed to find more time for him too, to find a way to prioritize him like he did with you.

While you were away, Pedro was pacing in the house. Feeling a huge amount of guilt. He got scared he pushed you away too much, that it was your last straw, that you were leaving for good. After thinking, he found his reaction childish. So what, you were working a lot for a short amount of time and he couldn’t handle it? After everything you went through for him? The rent was just an excuse. Oh the many times he had to delay dinner, the dates you never had because he had to film longer than expected. Maybe you should wait for y/n’s project to be over before renting anything.

At some point he decided to call you. But after hearing your phone on the counter, he got pissed. The only time you forget to take your phone with you. What if something happens? An accident? Anything! He would not know.

So he grabbed his keys, and decided to go look for you. He first went to your favorite place, a spot he had found outside of town, hoping finding you, but nothing. He then went to your best friend’s house, but they were no cars, so you weren’t there. He went to the planetarium, he remembered how you loved watching stars, and how much you were amused by the animation they had of the planets, but you were nowhere to be found.

He decided to go back home, you could be anywhere, the city was to big to find you. At some point you had to come back, so it would be better to wait at home. Once he was there, again, he couldn’t stop pacing. The sun was setting, and you were still not back. He kept looking at your phone, wishing you had taken it. He also smoked a lot, being extremely anxious.

Finally you came back home, around 8pm, more 9pm actually. Pedro didn’t eat, neither did you. You got tired driving around, the anger had left your body, you were calmer so you decided to come back. You barely entered the house that Pedro ran to you, and hugged you tight.

“Oh thank god you’re back” he whispered. You felt guilty, leaving like that. “I thought something happened, you didn’t have your phone, I looked everywhere for you” you parted. He played with your hair, looking at you anxiously

“I’m sorry, I needed some air, and I got coffee and just kept driving arou- wait you said you looked for me?”

“Yes! I went to your favorite places, but I didn’t find you”

“I’m sorry” you said hugging him again. “I shouldn’t have left like that”

“Yes please do not do that next time. I think we both overreacted on this one, but don’t scare me like that please”

“I’m sorry” you stayed silent for a few seconds. “And you were right I’m sorry”

“No I wasn’t, I’m never here, I work way too much, for once it’s your turn, I should handle it, it’s just that you really need it, and I miss you”

“I’m sorry, I miss you too” you we’re still hugging each other. “But also, I should be able to find time for you, like you always do for me”

“Then it’s settled, no more complaining and more time for us” you looked at each other smiling

“Yes. I love you too much to fight over stupid things like this”

“I couldn’t agree more” he said, caressing your back with his right hand, while the other was on your cheek. Pedro kissed your forehead. “And I love you more” you blushed

“Did you eat?”

“Nope”

“Good. Because I’m starving”

“Do you feel like cooking?”

“Hell no”

“Uber?”

“You read my mind” you both ordered your food, and devoured it in front of a movie on the couch, sitting next to each other.

Sometimes when you’re both worked up it’s hard not to lash out on the first person you see. Guess you both did that to each other. But you felt better, you both did. Releasing this tension.

You spent the evening chilling like that, not thinking about the extremely hard week coming for you, just enjoying your time with your boyfriend, in your own bubble. Nothing else mattered at the moment.