#‘cause good god i wanna get that fic back into production. i miss working on it it’s just so hard to get started again
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↳ summary- You love turning Jimin on, and you’re desperate to make him punish you for it. Jimin loves punishing you while you listen to his music.
↳ rating- explicit / 18+
↳ word count- 5.1k
↳ pairing- jimin x reader
↳ genre- smut, this is literally just smut, there’s 1% plot and it’s pornographic too, there’s some fluff at the end but i repeat it is still smut. there is no god in this chili’s tonight
↳ warnings- buckle up pals. established relationship, explicit descriptions of sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), BDSM themes, spanking, belt usage, dirty talk, derogatory names, pain kink, daddy kink, face-fucking lol, unprotected sex, slight impregnation kink but like not really they just wanna have a baby together and talk about it lol, jimin is filthy and i cannot portray him as anything but filthy but then he has like cute babie syndrome at the end.
↳ a/n- hi i feel maybe 1% shame in how fast i wrote this but whatever. thank you to @carly-bean-blog for sending the prompt in! i loved it and went from a planned drabble to 5k words lolol. one day i’ll be less verbose 🥴🥴 plus enjoy and feel free to send in more requests or just a message to say hi bc as you can see i love talking. also RIP to the wine glass i broke while writing this fic because i hit my table to hard. wine glass 2020-2020
Turning Park Jimin on was a delicious challenge for you.
When you first began dating, all it took was a ‘come over’ text, and he’d be there in 5 minutes flat regardless of the fact that he lived 15 minutes away.
Now, a few years and a marriage under your belt, it took a bit more.
That’s not to say he wasn’t the same insatiable man you met at university; even after all these years Jimin could easily go 3 or more rounds a night.
But really getting him riled up, getting him hard and wanting and desperate for you was another thing. Sometimes, you just wanted him to come home and take you right against the kitchen counter, so turned on he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.
You’re determined to win that challenge today.
To be truthful, the day was terrible for you, and you were seeking release in the form of your husband dicking you down until you were speaking another language. You were desperate to let loose, push aside the emotional and tender sex that seemed to be more commonplace in the bedroom recently (and you enjoyed equally) but today you needed to be treated like an absolute harlot.
The idea rolled through your mind while you were busying yourself with housework, laundry and dishes. Options of how to get your husband to take you on the floor, rip your clothes off, make you beg for more, simmered in your mind and made the low flame in your stomach burn. Lingerie could do the trick, Jimin definitely liked to see you swathed in delicate lace or creamy satin. You had a nice deep red set that was dying to be used and discarded on the floor.
It came to you as you set your speaker to play some music as you flicked around the house. Jimin’s sweet voice filled the rooms, causing you to pause as shivers raked your spine.
His music. There was always something Jimin loved about having his music on in the background of your sex that made him work harder on you, fuck you deeper. Maybe it was narcissism at its finest, but who were you to complain if it benefitted both of you.
You discarded all thoughts of cleaning the rest of the house as you stalked towards your bedroom closet, gathering the red bustier and panty set, with matching garter belt and stocking clips. You purchased it rather spur of the moment, a huge sale at your favorite boutique, and you wanted to save it for something special.
It appeared the special moment was now.
You took care to curl your hair, a gentle wave with not too much product. Jimin loved to tug his fingers through your locks, and grip them in a ponytail as you sucked his cock. Any product would unfortunately get in the way. Makeup was minimal, a dash highlight on your cheeks and inner tear ducts, light pink lip stain on your lips. Jimin had been the test subject of many a lipstick, as you determined to find the most blowjob-proof one. Needless to say, none of the lipsticks were 100% solid, but it was the best time Jimin ever had as a test subject. You preferred to stick with the stains, easier cleanup for the both of you.
You complete the visual as you swap your grubby cleaning day clothes for blood red lace lingerie, smirking at yourself in the mirror. The cups of the bra molded against you, encasing your tits perfectly. Jimin would surely lose his mind. The panties were simple lace, and you had the inkling that they would not remain intact tonight. Jimin’s propensity for literally ripping your knickers right off you was legendary. But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted your husband to be absolutely feral for you.
Step two of your plan was now underway as you slipped onto your bed, perfectly made now, and snapped sultry photos. You ensured your cleavage and smooth legs were in the shot, a finger on the mouth. You took a few more, exposing more and more of your body.
me 2:56 pm- hi babe what you up to?
mini 2:56 pm- baby!!!! Not much, just waiting for hobi to get back from lunch so we can practice this new choreo.
Mini 2:57 pm- what about you? besides being the world’s cutest wife :)
Me: 2:57 pm- oh not too much. I did our laundry and cleaned up the house a little. Now im just relaxing and missing my babe :(
Mini 2:57 pm- baby :( i’m sorry. I should be home in a few hours okay! I’ll order in pasta from your favorite place to make up for it
Me 2:58 pm- well, i was sort of hoping you could make up for it but… i don’t want pasta
Mini 2:58 pm- you don’t? What do you want? Pizza?
Me 2:58 pm- [picture attached]
Me 2:58 pm- no, I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight.
Mini 2:59 pm- oh fuck
Mini 2:59 pm- baby you’re playing a dangerous game, teasing me like this.
You nearly had him, he was sniffing at the bait and soon he’d bite and you’d reel him in. You sent the next picture, showcasing your tits with one cup pulled down, nipple on display.
me 3:00 pm- you mean this kind of game?
mini 3:00 pm- christ
mini 3:00 pm- fuck babe, you’re gonna make me pop a boner at dance practice. You know I can’t come home for a few hours.
me 3:00 pm- hobi still gone? Go to the bathroom and i’ll send you a video.
mini 3:01 pm- holy fuck asdskadj okay
Time for the pièce de résistance. Ensuring the speakers blasted ‘Serendipity’, your husband’s full length solo, you clicked the record button and filmed your hand sliding down to your clothed core, rubbing over the mound with a rough hand. You breathed heavily, sighed, mewled a bit.
“Daddy,” you gasp. “Come home.”
You end it with a hand sneaking under the band and insertion of one finger. Leave him not just wanting more, but rabid for it. The video file is sent before you've even pulled your fingers from their spot resting on your clit.
Minutes passed, you were sure he was watching. The man lived for your exhibitionism.
mini 3:06 pm- you better have your hands behind your back and be on your knees when i get home, little one. In the middle of the bedroom floor.
mini 3:06 pm- i want you to listen to the music and think about me fucking you. Think about how i destroy your little cunt so good.
mini 3:07 pm- but don’t you dare touch yourself. Your pussy is only mine to play with, you got that?
me 3:07 pm- yes daddy
mini 3:07 pm- good. I’ll be home soon.
Congratulations, you smirk to yourself in the mirror's reflection across from you. You’ve won the grand prize. Please make sure you collect your prize from the man with the raging boner.
You idly realize that Jimin hasn’t told you when he’ll be home. You know that on any normal day he’d be home at 5:30. But was he leaving early? Could you chance it? As much as you wanted to disobey and face his delicious punishment, he also could just as easily punish you by not letting you cum at all. And the chances of that type of discipline tonight was high; Jimin would surely make you pay for teasing him at work by exacting torturous ache the same to you.
You’re spinning the pros and cons of preparing yourself now or later, when you are given your hasty answer by the sound of keys jingling in the front door. Your heart rate spikes dangerously, feeling like the muscle would force the blood out of your veins with the pressure.
You squirm off the bed and descend to the floor on your knees, resting back on your heels, and holding your hands behind your back. You lower your head to the floor, knowing Jimin loves it when you avoid eye contact until he tells you when and where to look.
His footsteps are heavy, slow and torturous because you know that he knows that you’ll be on the very edge of your sanity. The warmth in your belly is torched with tinder and starter and is flaring high. Jimin’s simple presence, just like this, is enough to get you to an incredible high. Nothing brings you to your knees faster than when he turns from your sweet, adorable and gentle husband into the sadistic and powerful dominating owner of your body and soul.
It takes 5 deep breaths from your belly before you hear Jimin enter the bedroom. He’s not saying a single word, but you can hear his soft footsteps on the hardwood floor. Your knees are aching at the pressure of the hard floor, but you ignore it. You’d ignore cauterizing wounds for the man hovering above you if he asked.
You’re trembling, you notice. Your thighs are quivering ever so slightly and the grasp on your hands behind you is weakening. You grip harder, determined to maintain perfect correct form.
Jimin is frustratingly silent. He walks around you, and you feel his eyes rove your body intently, as if looking for fault or reason to punish you. He seems pleased when he finishes his rounds, standing right in front of you.
“Look at me,” he states with authority, but his tone is gentle.
You finally tilt your head up to gaze at your lover and nearly gasp at the sight. Jimin is, on an average day, the most ethereally beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Today, he looks as if he descended from heaven mere minutes previous. His pink hair is pushed back, eyes darkened with desire, and wearing the tightest shirt you’ve ever seen, making his toned dancer’s body ripple under the cotton. Tight sweats that leave nothing to the imagination about what he’s packing between his thighs sit low on his hips and you spot just a hint of his lower abdomen, the v line of his adonis belt, and you’re sure you’re drooling.
“Look at me,” he corrects, a smirk on his face. Your eyes snap to his own again, and he winks at you.
“Have you been a good girl for daddy?” He asks, and it feels like a loaded question.
You play it coy. “Yes, daddy.”
He stands still in front of you, hand stroking his face as he watches you. His eyebrow arches.
“Are you sure? You have done nothing to upset Daddy? Nothing at all?” His voice becomes teasing, and the smirk on his features is sinister.
You bite your lip. “I sent Daddy a video of me, touching myself to his music.”
“That’s right, angel,” he murmurs and circles you again. You feel like his prey before he comes in for the kill. “You made daddy leave practice early. Don’t you think that’s not being a good girl?”
“No, I did wrong.”
“I’m glad you agree,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna make you regret getting Daddy hard and horny at work.”
He places his hands on your shoulders and you shiver. His hands are smooth, warm. You love the way you feel the cold steel of his wedding ring pressed to your skin, a tangible expression of his love and loyalty.
“Stand up,” he directs. You’re quick, thankful to be off stinging knees. He lets his hands glide down your back to meet at your clasped hands, pulling them apart and turning you to face him.
He threads his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, sealing your lips to his. His lips are soft and taste of chapstick, a hint of sweat, and something just so simply Jimin that is addictive. He’s gentle and tender in the kiss, the kind of kiss a husband gives his wife. It speaks miles beyond the simple action, and you chase it, revel in it, knowing it’s the last time he’ll be gentle tonight.
He breaks from the kiss, touches your nose gently and winks. It makes your heart flutter in your chest.
The control seeps back into his face; it's physically present in the tight gaze of his eyes and the coolness of his impassive features. It’s a stark opposite of who just kissed you, and you’re breathless at the sudden change.
“Gonna spank you with my belt, baby,” he murmurs. A hand slaps hard against your ass, surprising you and making you squeak out loud. “Lean over my desk like a good little slut.”
You obey immediately, jerking your body towards his grand oak desk. It’s gorgeous dark wood that matches the decor of your room perfectly and makes for a delicious spot for your sexual proclivities without being obvious. As much as Jimin wanted a sex swing, you would not cave to that.
You bend to fold your body over the desk, gripping the edge and pushing your hips back to allow for more access to your husband. The speaker system by your bed plays music, and you recognize the opening chords as one from his latest album with his six best friends. A smile slips to your face as the volume turns up, quiet enough you can talk, but loud enough it’s noticeable. His smooth, melodic voice is ringing through your bedroom and through your entire body.
He stalks in behind you and rubs at your soft globes.
“Mmm, you look so pretty in this,” he compliments. “You know I love seeing you in red.”
You turn your head to gaze at him, smiling. “That’s why I bought it, Daddy.”
“Good little bitch,” he sighs.
As expected, he rips the underwear from your body with one clean pull. You’re always surprised by the action. He never gives warning. Your eyes follow as the useless fabric soars towards the ground.
“Much better.”
He moves away from you, walking towards the closet. You train your eyes forward, keeping locked on the wall ahead of you, rather than staring. Jimin tells you when and where to look and you follow that.
The gentle clinking noise of a belt buckle causes your pussy to quake. You’ve been slowly moistening since you sent the first text, but you were now starting to drip as if you were overflowing. By the end of the night, you’ll be drowning in it.
He’s behind you again as quick as he left and he rubs the leather belt against your bare behind.
“What’s your word?” He asks, soothing at the skin with the device that will soon maar it. Jimin is ever careful, checking on your mental and emotional safety as well as your physical, and ensured a safe word was in place each time.
“Red,” you assert. He hums his approval and kisses your ass once, one quick little peck, before he lifts back up to standing.
“Count for me, little whore.”
The crack of the belt spanking your cheek electrifies you. You feel as if every muscle in your body clenches as the sting vibrates through your buttocks and down to your core.
“O-one!” You’re shouting, distracted by the pain in your ass to care about your pitch.
Crack. The next slap lands on the other cheek now, and you hiss at the pain. It bites at your skin, and it soaks your pussy.
“Two!”
He delivers the next straight in the center, hitting both cheeks and letting the sizzle melt its way to a pleasure that’s reverberating through your core.
“Three! Fuck!” you gasp.
SMACK. It’s the hardest yet and tears well up in your eyes at the initial whollop, before your hips are writhing and desperate for friction.
“Four!” You’re wailing and you know it makes your husband go even wilder.
“Stay still or I won’t let you cum for a month,” he grits. Your hips stay put, knowing he’s a man of his word and not wanting to face his wrath.
He continues his barrage, and you’re counting out 15 strikes before he stops. You’re sobbing, the pain and pleasure surging so forcefully through your veins that your cunt clenches around nothing and you’re dripping onto the wood of the desk.
His warm hands are soothing at the reddened flesh of your ass, the sensation stinging at first, but oozes away to a relaxing warmth against the punished skin.
“Good girl, baby,” he commends you, hands rubbing all over your flesh. “Took your punishment like such a good girl.”
You sniffle in reply and he pulls you up, making you stand on wobbly legs. He twists you around and pecks your lips again, a reminder that Jimin, your husband, is still there and loves you more than he loves life itself. It soothes you more than any salve could and it steels your resolve to continue. It’s easy to submit and thrill at the loss of control when you trusted the master with your entire being.
“Color?” He asks, checking in with you.
“Green,” you smile.
He’s pleased with your answer. He pulls away from you and pushes you towards the bed.
“Lay down on your back. Head off the side. I’m going to fuck your throat, and you will take it all.”
You’re giddy as you saunter to the bed and notice that Jimin is proud of the blooming red of your ass. It’ll be a literal pain in the ass to sit tomorrow, but it’s worth all the doting and affection you’ll receive in return for being such a good girl for him. The music has changed, another sensual track featuring your talented husband. It sends shivers down you, straight to your core.
You maneuver your body to lie on the bed, grateful for the soft blanket on your burning ass, and tip your head off the bed. Your mouth opens complacently and Jimin shoves his sweats down to reveal his hardened length.
You’re licking your lips like his dick is the finest meal money can buy, and he chuckles. His left hand strokes it, shivering at the cold press of his wedding ring mixing with the heat of his hand.
“You want my cock?” He asks.
You nod, captivated with the motion he strokes the shaft. You almost forget to speak, but his harsh gaze is like a whip.
“Yes! Yes, I want your cock Daddy!”
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” he hums.
Well, this would be too easy.
“I want to suck you dry, let you fuck my throat so I can’t breathe. I’ll let you cum down my throat and make my face so messy from cum and spit that it gets in my eyes and messes up my pretty makeup, daddy.”
His strokes have become faster, and he sucks in hard for air. “Such a filthy fucking mouth.”
You open said mouth again, letting your tongue hang out like a welcome sign to your throat.
He growls, it’s guttural, and it feels as if it’s positioned on your clit, vibrating the nub. Your bliss is cut short as he drives his thick dick into your mouth and directly to the back of your throat, leaving you no time to prepare. You whine slightly around it, and he tsks.
“Don’t you fucking dare whine. Take it all,” he sounds ruthless and your pussy quakes.
He sets a punishing pace, the tip of his dick ramming through your throat. It doesn’t take long for it to become messy, saliva trickling from your mouth, falling towards your eyes due to the angle of your supine head. Jimin sounds angelic, the moans that leave the dancer’s body should be recorded and played for an audience, you think. You’d suffer through hours of this for the reward of his sweet voice crying out your name.
“Fuck, my little cock slut loves it when I fuck her throat, hmm,” he asks, breathy and harsh. You nod as much as you can.
“Yeah, that’s right. You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? You love it when I fucking choke the shit out of you with my fat cock, huh?”
The voice of an angel with the words of the devil himself. The duality is intoxicating and you are head over heels for both Jimin’s inside of him, every aspect of the man you pledged your life to.
“Mmm, you suck me so good,” he’s groping at your tits through the fabric of your bra. You’re surprised that it’s still on, but you trust he’s aware and always has a plan.
“Are you crying, baby?” He asks mockingly. Tears and saliva mix and your face is completely ruined by it. You nod again and blink. “Good, fucking choke on it.” he goes even faster and you’re moaning. It hurts and the gag reflex is there, but the pain gets you off, and you know the second it became too much, your husband would stop in an instant.
“Little sluts get their face fucked when they disobey daddy,” he chides, emphasising each word with a thrust.
It’s as if you’re desperate for his orgasm, wanting nothing more than to swallow every ounce of what he spills into you, clean him up and ask for more. He won’t have that tonight, it seems, as he’s pulling out of you as quickly as he entered.
“I want to cum in this tight little cunt,” he bites. You slither up from your position and wipe at your eyes, resting against the pillow after he orders you to remove the bustier. He asks that you leave the belt and stockings on, however.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby,” he’s discarded his shirt and is sitting ahead of you, watching you. His gaze turns you on and opens you up like a flower.
Your thighs are spread far and you lean back further onto the pillows to put the star of the show on display. You’re coated with your slick; it’s slathered up and down your thighs and dripping onto the duvet below you. He breathes out in appreciation.
“I think my favorite thing about you is how fucking wet you get for me.” He’s still not moving and you want to beg him to touch you, please do something, but refrain. “You feel like a fucking dream when I’m inside you.”
“B-baby,” you break character and freeze, but he ignores it and allows you to continue as you sigh with relief. “I need you.”
“Do you now?” he banters, and you nod with wide, needy eyes.
“Touch yourself for me, then. Show me how badly you want daddy’s cock in you.”
A hand flies to your cunt in record time and you’re desperately eager to spread the lips of your folds apart and rub at your slick and swollen clit. A breathy, heady moan escapes you at the friction you’ve been aching for since you sent the sexy photo hours ago.
“Fuck!” you shout, circling the bud. Jimin’s eyes are glued to your hands, and he watches with awe.
“Finger yourself,” he demands and you’re obeying before he’s even finished speaking, two fingers slipping down to enter your channel. You arch off the bed and grip a breast in your other hand, flicking at the nipple for extra sensation.
He coos at you as you fuck yourself with wild abandon, gasping his name as you slip deeper with each thrust.
“Add another.” His voice maintains its even quality, maintained and cool. But if you opened your eyes, you’d see that he’s salivating at the sight, desperately restraining himself. His cock is weeping pre-cum and he could explode in an instant watching this too long.
Your ring finger slips in with the other two and you’re keening at the stretch. The pain is gone in a flash, just a pinch that simmers to a desperate pleasure.
“You look so fucking good, baby,” he breaks his composure, momentarily. He’s so in love with you, every single fucking bit, that he can’t help it. “God, you’re beautiful.”
His words have you blushing, as if they’re the most lewd part of the evening and not the fact you’re fingering yourself in front of your husband while he watches and orders you around.
“Rub your clit with your other hand, love.”
The pressure of your added hand on your clit and the fingers thrusting into you has you soaring to your high and your throat chokes on the air. “O-oohhh fuckkk!” You whine.
“You close, baby? You gonna cum on those cute little fingers and get them messy for daddy?” He asks, voice violently serene.
“Y-yes! Please, I want to cum,” you beg. You know the rules, he tells you where and when your body receives its pleasure.
“You wanna cum?” He asks again, and you feel a spike of irritation. He’s already asked you that, haven’t you already answered?
“So badly, daddy! Please! C-close.” Words are escaping your mental capacity now. You’re there, nearly there, just one little tiny string holding you back from the edge of euphoria.
“Too bad.”
Your fingers are pulled from your cunt quickly and you’re crying. Tears are forming in your eyes as you feel an ache deep to your womb. You had been so close, so deliciously close. Jimin knows this, thrills at watching you edge further and further through the night. You won’t admit it at the moment, it’s pure torture then, but the buildup to the finale is indescribable.
“You don’t get to fucking cum until I tell you to cum. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, yes! Yes, Daddy,” you babble, nearly incoherent from arousal and denial.
He makes you writhe there, pussy so slick its soaking the blankets and you’ll have to change them later but the only thing you think about is your cunt, your weeping cunt that’s screaming to release.
You feel your breath slowing and know that Jimin wants you to come back down to earth before he’ll bring you up again.
“Good fucking girl,” he kisses your belly, licking at the navel. He whispers quiet words of adoration as he trails down your abdomen and end at the top of your mound. Your legs are shaking, no, they’re nearly convulsing from need.
He spreads your folds, and it’s pornographic the way he spits on your pussy, as if it needs any more wetness. It’s not about the wetness, though, and you know it. It’s about the message, the ownership.
“My favorite little fuck toy,” he murmurs, lightly tracing everywhere but the bud throbbing with need for friction. “I can’t wait to cum inside this little pussy tonight. Gonna flood your whole fucking cunt, babe.”
Jimin knows the way to your heart, and the way to your orgasms is through his words. Gentle whispered ‘i love you’s’ in the day and disgusting filth at night. It’s just another reason in a list of a million why you work so well together.
“Should we get you nice and pregnant tonight? You want to make a baby?”
You nearly sob at his words. He can fuck you harder with his words than his cock.
“Please!” You’re yelling, tears streaming down your face. “P-please! I want your baby.”
He leans down and smiles for a moment before speaking. “Well, my little wife will always get what she wants when she asks so nicely.” His lips attach to your clit, suctioning it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. It’s swollen and slick, and it feels like fucking heaven. His plushy lips are working for it, taking you so desperately close to the edge.
You’re gasping a symposium of his name and praising the ground he walks on. You’re sure if you died now you’d die a very fucking happy woman. The world around you is gone, and it’s just Jimin’s sinful mouth suckling at your cunt.
You’re close again, and Jimin knows it. You’re begging, pleading with him, but it’s useless as he roughly pulls away.
The music continues on in the background. It’s lighter, and Jimin croons in the speaker as he grunts in your ear.
He muffles your anguished cry with a messy kiss that tastes of you, and he’s thrusting into you. The slickness guides him in easily and he’s whining against you at the feel of your walls accept him and hugging him tightly as if they’ve missed his cock swelling within them.
“JIMIN!” You’re seeing fireworks as your husband fucks into you, holding you close to him. It’s as rough and kinky as it is intimate and sweet. He holds you, cherishes you, while he’s pistoning his thick member into your loud, drenched cunt.
“I love you,” he whispers, slipping a thumb into your mouth that you suck at eagerly, as skilled with his fingers as you are with his cock. “I love you so fucking much.”
His eyes align with yours, yours full of tears of absolute unrivaled pleasure, and his with full and never-ending devotion.
You’re both so close, and you pull him against you to kiss his lips. You want to connect completely to him as you cum, as he spills into your womb and creates something, someone there.
Your cunt flutters intensely, quaking in anticipation as it builds and builds and builds. Jimin breaks the kiss to breathe and warn you, “I’m going to cum soon, baby, please cum with me.” He’s gentle and sweet, the Jimin who cries at love stories and wears flower crowns now present inside you. You nod quickly, gasping as the coil winds tighter and tighter.
Your kissing is messy, passionate, and your hands grasp him everywhere. You’re tugging at his toned arms and solid back, seeking refuge as the tidal wave grows impossibly high, higher, so so high,
And crashes into you at 100 miles per hour. Your cunt is contracting and pulsing around him so intensely you nearly black out, crying loudly into his mouth. He’s groaning with you, the feeling of your already impossibly tight walls clenching down on him demands the orgasm out of him. He’s cupping your whole face in his hands as he spills into you and your walls suck him in further, so far he could disappear completely.
It feels as if you orgasm for hours, but it's merely minutes later that you’re trying to catch your breath and slip back into reality. You’re clinging to each other like last lifelines and the gaze between you is so intense it clenches at your racing heart.
The silence between you two is long and speaks an entire conversation before your lips even open. He’s singing so sweetly through the speaker, it sounds like he’s singing directly to you. “I love you,” you’re whispering to him.
He rubs at your cheeks in his palms, wiping away stray tears of bliss that have slipped down your face.
“I love you.”
You settle into him, unwilling to move a single inch away from your husband, and marvel at the beauty that is your life, your future.
Jimin holds you close, kisses you gently and sings softly along to the music as you fall asleep, and he adores the fact that he holds his entire world, his future, in his arms.
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Star crossed lovers (au) part 2
pairings: poppy x mc (bea)
warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide
reader discretion is advised
(i apologise for any spelling/grammatical mistakes, i’ll fix them later)
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Part 2: First day jitters
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Bea groans and puts her alarm on snooze momentarily silencing the deafening noise. After finding difficulty in falling asleep on time, the brunette found herself feeling zombified this morning. With great difficulty she forces herself to sit up and reaches over to her dresser to check her phone.
A snapchat from Poppy,
a miss call from AJ
And 5 unread texts from Zoey
She opens the snapchat from Poppy who had sent a selfie of her with an adorable bedhead, lips slightly puckered, captioning the picture, ‘good morning babe 💋I love you’. Bea decided to send a selfie back, hands raised in a peace sign captioning her post, ‘I love you too, see you at school ❤️’. She decides to give AJ a quick text since he called her at 4:34am and Bea is worried he might’ve gotten into some trouble overnight.
AJ Baxter, one of the few friends Bea has at Belvoire. He’s younger, a sophomore now, but has a heart of gold. His family is more middle class but his father is good friends with the superintendent which means his place in Belvoire is secured, he could practically get away with anything without risk of suspension. He hangs out with Bea and her friends who live in the south, but recently he’s gotten caught up in a bad crowd, a gang called ‘Southside nation’ who causes nothing but trouble. Bea’s taken it upon herself to look out for him and make sure he doesn’t do anything illegal because he’s a good kid, just a little lost.
She then decided to check her texts from Zoey who just wants to wish her luck at her fancy school and to let her know if any preppy rich kid tries to bully her to call Zoey who would beat their ass. Zoey was one of Bea’s best friends, they had met when Bea moved into her neighbourhood after leaving the northside of Greensburg, and she practically taught Bea how to survive in the south. She often discloses her opinion about Bea and Poppy’s relationship, warning Bea that it will only end up with her getting her heart broken. Bea tends to ignore Zoey’s criticisms, and anyone else’s really, no one could understand their relationship, Bea and Poppy were soulmates, or at least that’s how they saw each other. Bea usually retorts to Zoey’s criticisms arguing that no matter what life threw at them she and Poppy were destined to be together and no one could ever ruin that.
After a few more moments of scrolling through her phone, she forces herself to get up and moves over to the other side of the room to wake up her little sister.
“Hey sleepy head, you gotta get up” Bea gently shakes the younger girl who in response groans loudly and pulls the covers over her head.
“Go awayyyyy” her voice rasps, as she’s evidently still in sleepy mode.
Bea grins and decides to jump on her sister’s bed and shake her awake, earning a hard shove from her Aria who sits up on her bed rubbing her red eyes, “Bea whatthehell, what’s wrong with you”, for a 11 year old she sure as hell had a lot of attitude, a trait she definitely acquired from her mother.
“Sorry kiddo” she leaps off the bed and turns back to look at her sister, “I want you ready for school in 40 minutes, that means you’ve brushed your teeth, brushed your hair, wearing your school clothes and eaten breakfast, all in that order okay?”
Aria just drags her hands down her face and moans, “okayyyy, relax Bea, let me at least fully wake up”.
Bea smiles and stalks towards the bathroom and turns on the tap blasting the cold water. She cups her hand and splashes the water all over her face, gasping as if she had been holding her breath for hours. Well, that definitely woke her up.
After brushing her teeth and going through the steps of her basic skincare routine Poppy practically forced upon her, she advances to the living room and sees that her mother is still in the same place she left her last night. She takes a minute to analyse her mother’s facial features, a few grey hairs peaks out of her hair, threatening to showcase her ageing, her slightly creased forehead, and the small wrinkles which edged on the corners of her eyes. Her nose was similar to Aria’s, a petite buttoned up nose, except she had a silver nose ring. Her lips were thin and wide, red lipstick smeared on her chin a little and all Bea could do was frown. Her mother used to be so beautiful, she remembers the time she stumbled across a photo album in which Bea’s mother had documented almost everything in her life, she used to be so full of life, so happy but now, she was different. She hated her life, ever since her husband left her she resorted to alcohol and drugs, the only way she knew how to numb the pain. It killed Bea to see her mother destroy herself piece by piece, she often questioned to herself why she or Aria were never enough for her to want to live. But Bea would never say anything out loud, not wanting to upset her mother or sister or the more likely answer, she was afraid of the truth.
Bea shakes herself out of her thoughts and moves towards the kitchen which is connected to the living room. She decides to make scrambled eggs for breakfast as she definitely needs the protein and it was pretty easy to cook. A few minutes later, Aria emerges from her bedroom, dressed in her school clothes, Bea begins to assess the girls outfit from head to toe, disproving the slightly cropped t-shirt Aria decided to wear and forcing her to change into something more appropriate for school.
“No, turn around and change your top now,” her tone commanding with a hint of discontent.
“It’s just a t-shirt, why are you making a big deal out of it, god” she retorted as she walks back to the room and moments later she walks into the room wearing an oversized hoodie. “There, happy?”
“I’m practically jumping for joy, A, now hurry up and eat, the bus will be here soon” Bea moves towards the stools while Aria pours herself a bowl of cereal. Behind them they hear a series of moans and groans, guess their mother is finally awake.
“Could you girls make any more noise, goddamn” she clutches her head in agony and begins rubbing the temples of her forehead with her fingertips.
“We’re eating breakfast, maybe if you managed to make it to your bedroom we wouldn’t have woken you up,” Bea quips, turning back to focus on eating her breakfast while her mother just glares at the back of her head and rolls her eyes.
“I’m your mother, don’t be a bitch with me especially when I’ve just woken up” she reaches over to the table and takes a huge swig of the vodka on the table while Bea silently berates herself for forgetting to throw the drink away. “Anyways where were you yesterday, you didn’t leave any money for dinner so I had to pay for a pizza”
“I saw” Bea says unaffected, she’s used to her mom’s bitchiness and attitude.
“Don’t tell me you were with richie rich’, she downs the rest of the drink and slams the empty bottle on the table.
That agitates Bea and grabs her attention, she shifts in her seat to glower at her mother, “Don’t call her that”
“Looks like I hit a sore spot” her mother waves her hands dismissing Bea’s anger, “next time be here for dinner or leave some money because I don’t have enough money to be worrying about feeding that one”, she nods her head towards Aria.
Bea clenches her fist and takes a deep breath, ‘Aria go get your school bag”, Aria’s about to respond when Bea just glares at her expecting her to follow through, Aria reluctantly gets up from her seat leaving her almost empty bowl of cereal on the counter. Bea quickly gets up and stomps towards Isabella, her voice is low and sharp, “Do you have to speak about your daughter like that when she’s around? I don’t give a shit about a $13 pizza, she’s your kid, she comes first no matter how much you despise her, she’s not to blame for your own mistakes”. Without waiting for a response she goes towards the bedroom and finds Aria lurking in the hallway looking dejected.
“She hates me doesn’t she?”
Bea sighs, the relationship between her mother and Aria has always been so strained, her mother viewing Aria more as a burden and a physical embodiment of her biggest mistake in life. One of Bea’s biggest worries was what would happen once she moved to New York for college, she’s the only thing that is keeping the peace in the house but once she leaves she’s apprehensive about how her sister would fare around their mother.
“She could never hate you, you’re her daughter, mom’s just….” she struggles to find the words, “mom’s just sad, she just doesn’t know how to properly control her emotions, but don’t worry you always have me here”, she feels guilty as she says the words because her mind drifts to college and New York but she musters a smile and hugs her sister, “now come on I’ll walk you to the bus stop just let me grab my bag”.
After grabbing her bag, she quickly goes to the kitchen to put the dirty dishes in the sink, making a mental note of remembering to wash them when she gets home from work, since she knew her mother nor Aria would. She looks over to the living room to find the sofa empty and the door of her mother’s room, which was connected to the living room, slightly ajar, guess she’s gone back to doing nothing productive..again.
After walking her sister to the bus stop, Bea insists on waiting with her to make sure she gets to school on time because she cannot afford having the principal call home about Aria being late, not if she wanted to piss her mom off more. Bea leaves Aria as soon as the bus arrives, running back home to get her motorbike after looking at the clock on her phone and realising school begins in 30 minutes, “crap”. As soon as she makes it to her bike, she practically throws on her helmet and drives as rapidly as she can. The motorbike was a present from Poppy who had bought it from one of Bea’s co-workers at the diner at the beginning of the summer. Bea, at first, was apprehensive about the gift, she usually disdained Poppy for spending a lot of money on her but once she got on her new bike it was her second favourite thing in the world, the first being Poppy of course. Poppy secretly loved riding on her bike because it gave her the excuse to feel Bea’s abs (not that she needed one) but also because of the ephemeral ecstasy she would feel at every ride. It was a little taste of the freedom she so badly craved.
The brunette is almost sweating at every red light because it means that she has to drive even faster and she did not want to be late on the first day back. Bea’s plan for senior year is to draw the least amount of attention to herself as she can, and coming late to homeroom is just basically like putting a huge kick me sign on her back.
As soon as she parks her bike in the school’s parking lot she looks down at her phone, ‘7 minutes to spare that must be some new record’ she thinks to herself. She looks around at Belvoire, the school’s pristine building hasn’t gotten any less intimidating over the summer. She hears a bunch of shrill voices booming behind her and one of them in particular was almost like a banshee, the high pitched voice ringing in her ears which could only mean one person, Chloe St James.
Chloe was one of Poppy’s best friends and one of Bea’s worst enemies. She was captain of the volleyball team which meant that she practically owned Bea on the court during practice but she was also incredibly irritating and very stupid. Once in class, her maths teacher asked Chloe what pi is, and she replied with “I don’t eat foods with a high fat content”. Everyone laughed at her until she cut them all off with a silent but deadly look. No one really messes with Chloe because she is secretly a very aggressive person which is exemplified by her plays on the volleyball court, Bea hated to admit it but Chloe was their best player. However, Chloe is the epitome of a classic dumb blonde rich girl who has to depend on her money and looks to get her somewhere in life, she practically has half of the football team worshipping her at her feet. Bea could never really understand why but Chloe has had it out for her since she’s come to Belvoire, maybe it was a classist thing but in the last year especially, Chloe’s antics became an everyday chore for Bea, who was getting sick of the constant harassment. It’s almost as if she swore to make Bea’s life a living hell.
“Omg look who it is”,Bea rolls her eyes so hard they could get stuck in the back of her head, she turns to face the dumb blonde, “hey strip tease, how was your summer in the slums?”
Bea balls her hands into a tight fist, ‘god this bitch is annoying’ she thought. “Is it true you whored yourself out so you could get that bike of yours?... Like mother like daughter I guess?” She giggles a little, triggering the girls around her, whose names Bea could never remember, to start laughing along with her.
“Do you know what Chloe?” Bea takes a step forward a scowl etching on her face, “You’re all talk, I guarantee I’ll be able to take you”, Bea lowers her voice so only the blonde can hear what she’s saying, “You know I grew up in the South which means I was taught how to fight, so unless you want me to mess up that pretty face of yours back off.” Bea thought she was threatening enough for the dumb blonde to recede but her threats only aggravated Chloe more.
“Listen up here you little tramp,” Chloe’s eyes were shooting daggers at Bea, even though she felt a tiny bit daunted by Chloe’s cold demeanor, Bea stood her ground when suddenly she could see Poppy in her peripheral vision sauntering up to the group and decided not to engage with Chloe since she promised Poppy she would be good. Before Chloe could obliterate Bea using her words, Bea holds up her middle finger at the blonde and counters, “go fuck yourself Chloe”.
Chloe’s eyes flash with anger and just as she’s about to retort Poppy lays a hand on her shoulder and greets the girl with a squeal and Chloe delivers a bone crushing hug. Poppy doesn’t bother to spare a glance at Bea which means they’re back in the real world.
After having the entire summer to themselves, riding around Greensburg, going to parties in the south, stealing moments in each other's rooms and going on secret weekend long trips to New York, being two teenagers completely in love, it was now a closed chapter. Now, the girls were in two different worlds, Bea took a quick second to appreciate Poppy’s outfit, she wore the cute pink bomber jacket Bea loved so much and her legs looked so long in her jeans, Poppy wore that specific outfit to catch Bea’s attention, but it was doing a lot more than that. Bea just wanted to reach out and kiss her so bad, the gloss on Poppy’s lips were shining so bright, almost as if she wanted to tease Bea, knowing she could only stare and not touch.
“Come on Chlo, we’re gonna be late,” she drags the blonde away and as she breezes past Bea she spares a quick glance, their eyes locked for a brief moment, Poppy’s gaze softens for a second, her big brown eyes bore into Bea’s in the most tender way. If only the students at Belvoire, were less self absorbent and paid attention to the girls instead of themselves, they would’ve already felt the sexual tension just through the intense stares. After all the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Bea takes a second to breathe, leaning on her bike, she knew today was going to be a long day. After hearing the warning bells she grabs her bag and practically runs the last 50 feet to homeroom and is grateful to see an empty seat at the back of the classroom. She slips in as their homeroom teacher, Mr Jennings quietens the class for the morning announcements, and as all the students direct their attention to the tv in the corner of the room, Poppy’s angelic face brightens up the screen with her adorable smile while she stacks the papers in her hands and turns to look at her co-anchor Carter Jackson.
Carter Jackson, he’s devilishly handsome and the school’s golden boy. Captain of the football team, on track to being the school’s valedictorian, prevailing against the stereotypes of jocks all being dimwits, his resume is impeccable, any college would be lucky to have him. Bea always felt a pang of jealousy whenever she saw Carter within the same breathing space as Poppy since it was obvious he had the biggest crush on her. The whole school is already expecting for them to date since traditionally in movies and books the football captain and head cheerleader always get together. There were already existing rumours that they were secretly dating or they’ve had sex and many others which made Bea envious. Bea was never the jealous type but subconsciously the thoughts of her not being good enough for Poppy would regularly infiltrate her mind. Poppy usually had to subside Bea’s fears whenever she felt like Bea was worried about Carter, promising her that she would never actually be into him but Carter is a gentleman and is practically harmless.
‘Look at this stupid goofy smile and his stupid awesome hair’ Bea clenched her fists so hard her nails were digging into her palms which are definitely going to leave some marks. The announcements went on about the new school year and something about the sports teams and school spirit but Bea’s blood begins to boil when Carter makes a dumb joke earning playful slap on his arm from Poppy. She knows she can trust Poppy around him, it’s just Carter she couldn’t trust. He would always openly flirt with Poppy who would just give a little laugh or change the subject or sometimes indulge in his flirtations, just enough to throw him and the rest of her friends off from the truth.
After the morning announcements Mr Jennings begins talking about the importance of senior year and how the students would have to start thinking about college and their futures. Bea has her whole future planned out with Poppy, get into Columbia, live off campus with her and eventually Poppy would tell her father about them and he will have no other choice but to accept them and if not then Poppy could take out some loans and eventually use the Min Sinclair name to build herself a brand. Bea wants to go into law, first into corporate, so her and Poppy can work together, so when Poppy takes over her father’s duties as the official CEO of the Min Sinclair industries, Bea would work the legal angle until she’s made a name for herself. If Poppy’s father wouldn’t pass the companies down to Poppy then she’ll go straight to being a general practice lawyer. Then she’ll open her own law firm to help those in need, money won’t be an issue for clients as she just wants to help people who are suffering from legal trouble but have no sufficient funds, because if we are being honest, the public defence system in America is a joke.
Once the bell went off Bea checked her timetable to see AP science class first thing in the morning. ‘Kill me now’, she heeded she loved science but on a monday morning? It was a different kind of torture. She walks into the class to see all the students glaring at the projected screen and sees that a seating plan has been put into place for them. Miss Acker, is one of the strictest teachers at Belvoire, she’s a straight to the point no BS kind of teacher who would never let students walk all over her so the students in the AP class knew better than to challenge the seating plan. Bea looked for her name to see her being placed at the back corner of the class and her seating buddy is, no way… It’s Poppy. Bea felt a sliver of enlightenment fill her chest, an entire year of sitting next to Poppy and no one would say anything because they had no choice but to be next to each other.
As Bea makes her way to the back she sees Poppy stride into the class, she gives Bea a quick wink, so quick that you would’ve missed it within a blink of an eye as she promptly took a seat in a random seat near the front of the class, her focus is on taking out her books from her bags until a stern tone catches her attention.
“Miss Min Sinclair, if you bothered to look at the screen you would see there’s a seating plan, you’re supposed to sit with Miss Hughes at the back”, Miss Acker raises an eyebrow waiting for Poppy to oblige.
“I-”, Poppy’s face flushes red, either from the embarrassment of being called out or the thought of sitting next to Bea all year, it wasn’t clear. She picks up her notebook and bag and as she’s walking to the back of the class a hand reaches out to touch her elbow.
“Good luck sitting next to the freak all year” Carter’s voice smooth and his tone jesting at Poppy.
“Uh, thanks,” Poppy lets out an awkward laugh and sits at the back daring not to look at Bea as the lesson begins.
“So, looks like we’re science buddies,” Bea leans over and whispers as Miss Ackers goes over the rules of the lab.
“Not here Bea, please,” Poppy almost pleads as her attention is fixated at the front of the classroom.
Bea huffs a little, “well we do have to work together Pops, you can’t exactly avoid me since we go to the same school and everything”.
Poppy doesn’t answer Bea, as the class continues. As Miss Acker addresses the class, Poppy’s attention shifts to the notebook in front of her, doodling across the blank page. She draws a little bumblebee and a heart around it and nudges Bea slightly with her elbow, directing her focus to her drawing. A small smile graces Bea’s face as she runs a finger around the heart and the bee on Poppy’s notebook.
Bees were part of an inside joke between the two girls, Poppy used to call Bea her ‘little bumblebee’ when they were 14 and although Bea pretended to hate the nickname she found it a little sweet and gave Poppy the nickname ‘Popsicle’.
The lesson carries on in full silence between the girls as they begin to concentrate at the lesson at hand, and when the lesson ended Poppy quickly packs up her things, grabs her bag and leaves the class with Carter and a few other girls in tow. Bea sighs and places her hands in her jacket pocket suddenly hearing the rustling of a piece of paper. She brings it out and sees a little folded note, and when she unfolds it, she sees a cartoon drawing of two girls kissing and the words ‘I love you’ written underneath it. She has no idea when Poppy even put the note in her pocket but she’s grateful she did. It was the little things like that that made Bea smile, and reminds her why she loves Poppy so much. To the rest of the school, it seems like the girls don’t even care about each other but Poppy’s a secret romantic at heart and usually leaves little tidbits around Bea as a reminder of her love.
She pockets the note and goes to her next class with a little more pep in her steps. Lunchtime soon rolls over and Bea sits on one of the tables alone enjoying her sandwich. A few tables over, Poppy and her friends are laughing and sharing stories about their summer. One of the girls who’s sitting next to Poppy, catches Bea staring their way and gives a little wave.
“Veronica who are you waving at?” Chloe’s voice blares and she turns her head looking around the lunch hall to see who’s gotten her attention now.
Veronica Lombardi, Poppy’s other best friend and one of the very few people who actually treats Bea like a decent human being. She is one of the prettiest girls in school, excluding Poppy, and last year she made the decision to dye her hair a really cool greyish ombre which makes her look ever hotter. She’s also on the cheer team, and is also a vlogger and has over 30k subscribers on her growing youtube channel. Veronica’s family moved to Greensburg when she was 12, and she became quick friends with Poppy after being introduced at a work dinner since Veronica’s dad is one of the COOs for one of Poppy dad’s companies. Veronica also grew up with a lot of money and privilege but it never once deterred her from making friends from all sorts of places. She’s also the only one of Poppy’s friends who knows the truth about her and Bea’s relationship after accidentally walking into one of their make out sessions in the locker room last year during cheer and volleyball practice. She was super understanding and completely supportive of the relationship and often joins the girls when they would go to parties in the southside, arguing that they were tons more fun than the regular highschool parties her peers hosted. She loves to tease Poppy about Bea and insinuate that Poppy may or may not be in a secret relationship which would make their friendship group ask Poppy all kinds of questions about her ‘secret boyfriend’.
“I’m just waving at Bea” that earns a hard eye roll from Chloe who just shifts her focus on her salad. “Is it me or has she gotten hotter over the summer?” she nudges Poppy with her elbow giving her a playful smile. Poppy’s jaw tightens as she stealthily kicks Veronica’s shin under the table.
The rest of the people on the table have disgusted looks on their faces at the mention of Bea until Ford, one of the boys on the football team and a perfect example of classic dumb jock says, “I heard she got chylamidia or something because her mom pimps her out to get money or drugs”.
Poppy takes a stab at her salad and gulps uneasily, “Can we talk about something less disgusting you’re making me lose my appetite.”
Another girl, Tasha, who surprise surprise is also a cheerleader chimes in, “Like you ever have an appetite Poppy” the table bursts in laughter while Chloe sits in silence lost in thought.
“What the hell are you plotting Chlo? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you think so much” Veronica laughs.
A devilish smile appears on Chloe’s face, “I have a little surprise for that little tramp at the end of lunch, I’m just thinking about how hilarious it’s going to be”, the rest of the table reciprocate a similar smile on their faces except for Poppy and Veronica who just lock eyes confused at Chloe’s revelation.
Poppy clears her throat, “so, uh, what are you planning?” Her tone is steady attempting to keep it as monotone as she can so no one suspects she cares.
“Lets just say she’s gonna get the stripper treatment real soon” and with that the conversation swiftly changes.
All the while an unsuspecting Bea sits at her table, after acknowledging Veronica’s wave with a swift nod of her head, Bea silently eats her lunch until she’s interrupted by two scrawny hands clamping onto her shoulders.
“Dammit AJ you’re gonna give me a heart attack”, Bea sputters while her mouth is full of food. The young boy breaks into a wide grin and sits opposite Bea and swipes the cookie off Bea’s tray, “Hey no!” Bea grabs the cookie before he can shove it into his mouth, “not my cookie, I need my sugar”.
AJ sulks a little, giving Bea a strong puppy dog look until she gives in and breaks her cookie in half giving him the larger piece. “Thanks Bea, I’m starving and all the good food has already run out, they’re just handing out apples for dessert” he sticks out his tongue making a ‘blergh’ sound and shudders.
Bea doesn’t laugh, instead she stares intensely at the sophomore with a small frown outlined on her lips’, she leans in her voice low and serious, ‘AJ I want you to tell me the truth, where were you yesterday and why did you call me so late?”
AJ gulps and places one of his hands on the back of his head and rubs it sheepishly, “I wasn’t doing anything bad I swear, it’s just that dad came home late last night and started fighting with my mom, it woke me up and I guess I just needed someone to talk to. I’m sorry i should’ve texted you back or something.”
“Yeah you should’ve, AJ I was worried sick, you can’t pull that kinda crap on me okay? If you can’t reach me at least text me or leave a voice message or something.”
The boy nods but Bea isn’t entirely convinced he’s telling the truth but she decides to let it go since AJ is usually not someone who likes to dwell on the bad stuff. The conversation moves to a lighter one as the two reminisce about the summer and the parties they went to and how they were looking forward to the party on saturday.
“I heard Razor’s getting a bunch of fireworks for the party, it’s gonna be so lit”, AJ is almost jumping out of his seat while Bea looks stunned.
“Fireworks, really? Poppy would love that, I gotta remember to invite her.”
AJ rolls his eyes slightly not that he had anything against Poppy, he adores her, he just hates the lovey dovey crap, “yes, yes she’ll love it,” he looks down at his phone and abruptly stands from his seat, and tells Bea he needs to fill up his water bottle but before Bea can even open her mouth, AJ moves out of her line of sight and sprints out of the dining hall. ‘Well he’s most definitely lying’ she thinks but she doesn’t want to press the matter in case AJ closes off on her, she trusts that he wouldn’t do anything too stupid. She begins to clean up after herself and throws her rubbish into the trash can and walks towards the courtyard. Just as she’s leaving, Chloe, Carter, Ford, Tasha and a few of the others on the table share a conspiratorial look before standing up and going after Bea.
Poppy pulls Veronica to the side, her face filled with worry, “What the hell are they planning?”
Veronica simply shrugs in response, her face looking exasperated, “I don’t know P but it’s not gonna be good”, she grabs Poppy’s elbow and pulls her towards the doors, “let’s catch up before something bad happens”.
Bea peacefully walks in the courtyard, one of her hands inside her jacket pocket fiddling with the note Poppy left for her, a small smile gracing her features. Behind her, she hears a loud cough and stops in her tracks, she automatically knew it was Chloe, she softly sighs and turns to see a group of Poppy’s friends encircling her. Her face twitches into a scorn as she uneasily looks around to see the preppy kids staring back at her, all greeting her with a smile which unsettled her.
“What the hell do you and your stupid cult want Chloe?” She tries to look unbothered but her fingers deceive her, as they fiddle with the straps of her backpack. Behind the group she sees Poppy and Veronica almost running and stopping in their tracks when they see the group surrounding Bea.
“We all want a show,” Chloe spreads out her arms smiling, god her smug face is so punchable. She walks towards Bea until she’s standing directly in front of her, “well strip tease? I got a paying audience here, why don’t you show us what you mom taught you?”
Bea shoves Chloe back, and Tasha steps forward and suddenly moves her hands so quick Bea for sure thinks she’s going to be punched. Instead she brings out a bunch of one dollar bills? ‘Oh shit’ is all Bea could think before the group began throwing one dollar bills at the brunette, drawing the attention of all the students in the courtyard. Some took out their phones to record the ordeal while some started cheering and whistling.
“Come onnnn, don’t be such a tease Bea, show us something” Tasha forces Bea back into the middle of the circle as Bea struggles to leave.
All the colour drains from Bea’s face as she takes in the faces of the laughing students all publicly humiliating her, it makes her so mad, especially at her mother, who’s at fault for the nickname ‘strip tease’. Bea looks over at Poppy who is frozen in her spot, her face falls when suddenly Veronica pushes herself into the circle and grabs Chloe by the arm, “End this now Chloe, it’s not funny,” Veronica’s eyes are filled with fury, Bea’s heart slightly drops because she secretly hoped that it was Poppy standing up for her.
“Chillax V, Bea’s used to people throwing their money at her,” she laughs and bends down to pick up some fallen one dollar bills from the floor and throws it in the air. Carter moves towards Bea and places a folder one dollar bill in the loop of her jeans and winks at her and just when Bea pulls her hand back to deliver a blow, a sharp whistle sound infiltrates the ears of all the students who begin clasping at their ears.
“What the hell is going on here!” the voice bellows over the entire courtyard.
“Principal Steinhelm, I-” Chloe struggles to speak.
Principal Steinhelm quickly assesses the situation, seeing Bea’s hands balled into fists and on the verge of tears, with one dollar bills thrown all around her while the rest of the students are surrounding her, some still holding money in their hands. She raises a hand and points at the crowd encircling all the guilty students and simply says, “All of you detention, if any of you do not show up today, there will be consequences. Get to class. Now”. All the students begin to disperse, Veronica places a hand on Bea’s arm and comfortingly rubs it for a few seconds before she walks towards Poppy who is still staring at Bea, her eyes filled with sadness, she looks away and trudges off with Veronica and the rest of her friends who are laughing cruelly in tow. Principle Steinhelm advances towards Bea, eyes filled with concern, “Miss Hughes would you like me to call your mother?”
Bea shakes her head no, her voice dissipated, scared that if she tries to speak, she’ll just burst into tears. Principle Steinhelm gives Bea an awkward pat on her shoulder before telling her to make her way to class as the bell rings. For the rest of the day, students around Bea were staring at her, sharing whispers and covertly laughing at the brunette, so much for not wanting to draw any attention today. Her phone buzzes with texts from Poppy but Bea puts her phone on silent not wanting to think about everything that just happened at school.
Once the school day is over, Bea runs over to the parking lot and speeds off to work, not waiting to give Chloe a third chance to annoy her today. Poppy sees the girl rushing to leave and feels a pang in her chest. It kills her to see her girlfriend being mistreated but she couldn’t do anything to help her. Right?
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pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader
summary: for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of god
genre: far cry five au, enemies to not-quite lovers, darker themes, villain au. tbh not really a ship fic </3
word count: 3.7k
warnings: heavy talk of religion, cults, cultish manipulation, dubious morality, use of guns, bad characters, haikyuu!! characters portrayed as villains, fake drugs, mentions of abuse, torture, injuries, implied noncon drug use and swearing
notes: i want to preface this by saying this is much darker than the content i normally write. it is not my normal content, and i am hopeful that i tagged everything properly; please tell me if i didn’t! also i dipped a bit into a character study of the main character’s fetch quest idea, in which you do all the work that other’s in game easily could! nonetheless, if you still wanna read—i hope you enjoy!
Hope’s County was a desolate piece of shit.
It was filled to the brim with cultists that seemed to think the Coming was approaching, in which the Lord would cast down those who did not repent for their sins. Truthfully, you weren’t even all that religious, but finding out about the self-proclaimed Sin family had turned you off to the idea even more, turning your back on the faith of a warped version of Christianity to instead focus on your job.
Called into the deteriorating county, you were a simple deputy—a rookie with barely a few years of work under your belt. You weren’t too keen on your police work, often finding the job as systematically fucked as the government officials that decided to turn a blind eye to the Sin family since the youngest of the bunch had more money to wave around than you did to pay your monthly rent.
“Rook,” an unfortunate nickname that’d stuck around against your protestations, your superior—Daichi was nice, if not a bit too optimistic—called out to you, waving you over to the map of Hope’s County, red marker furiously drawn all over, “you’re still new: y’remember what I told you about Suna?”
“Second oldest of the brothers, he’s considered the least of a threat due to the fact he’s often working in the Bliss fields.” You poke your head out the window a bit, eyes searching over the high reaching tops of ficus trees, “It’s not really known if he ingests the drug and experiences the hallucination of his followers, but it can be assumed that he doesn’t, to maintain the power over those that do.”
Daichi nods his approval at you, and you feel a flare of resentment somewhere deep in your belly. You try not to, really you do, you’re a good person who’s good at your job, and sometimes you go to church when it’s Easter, but in the same breath, you don’t remember the last time you’d ever even considered confessing your so-called sins to a Father.
The number one sin on your list, so Atsumu had taunted to you as he held a knife to your throat, was apparently Pride—too prideful of your supposed Savior of Hope’s County title you’d been given, pride thrummed in your veins after every member of his Father’s cult you wiped out. You don’t really remember what had happened after that, vaguely that his younger twin brother had to all but pry him off of you, reminding the blond of their Father’s purpose for you.
It was the only reason you were still alive, the Father’s so-called purpose for you—the fact he saw in his visions a future where you were a key piece, the final chess piece moving to keep a king in check. Even despite the list of sins Atsumu insisted that you followed, pride seemingly the one that harbored the most space in your person.
You, however, knew what your sin was. It flared red and angry whenever Daichi talked down to you as if your some odd years in the force were wiped clean, and you were a true rookie yet again, no smarter than a civilian to the dark ways the world worked. It made heat run through your body whenever Kita, the Father of the Sin family, called you his greatest masterpiece as if he had any say in the way you were slowly turning into a war machine—plowing through his followers with scary ease and accuracy.
Your greatest sin reared its head whenever you faced Suna, too laid back, too uncaring, and the antithesis of everything that you stood for.
Wrath, you learned, made your hands shake when he smiled at you, edges looping as if the Bliss he grew just poured from every pore of his body.
“Not that one can really want to ingest bliss,” Daichi murmurs into his palm a bit, leaning over his map of Hope’s County, “It’s more you get too close to it and the fumes of it will get you.”
Bliss was, just as the Sin family was, something you’d never even come close to encountering before. It was a drug that they’d found, or crossbred, and it had hallucinogenic effects on whoever inhaled the product it released.
Batches of it were found all over the county, but the root of the source was in Suna’s valley of the land, affectionately known as Heaven Valley by those who couldn’t remember the name, or didn’t try to. You’d seen more than one group of people in hazmat suits having to clear out fields of it, and just watching them made your head dip and spin with the would-be effects if you’d gone any closer than you already were.
Bush of full, green leaves with seemingly innocent white flowers on it, the plant itself was harmless, and yet when allowed to convert carbon dioxide, it made a lethal gas that made anyone who got too close go mad. It was said that the family had even begun experimenting with grinding it into a powder or melting it down to its liquid state.
“Bunch of fucking crazies,” You mutter the words to yourself long after you’d left the solace of Daichi’s office, somewhere out in the valley and far out of earshot of anyone that might wonder which group of people you were referring to—the ones producing cult members at a daily rate that was intensely concerning, or the ones trying to stop them, “God, I don’t get paid enough for this.”
“Hey, there, Dep, hope you’re tuned into my channel,” You could honestly groan, but you’re trying to make sure no one finds you on your perch in a tree somewhere, your 308 carbine’s scope not exactly focused on anything in particular, but at the ready. Suna’s voice is light and airy over the radio attached to your hip, though the sound is tuned to the earpiece you’re wearing, “Just wanted to let you know that ‘Tsumu’s missing you an awful lot. Says you left before he could have his fun, won’t stop pouting about it.”
You’re smarter than answering to a taunt that Suna sets out in front of you, and yet you can’t help but feel as if your lack of an answer is him winning. Maybe his so-called brother was right about the sin he’d tried carving into the flesh of your abdomen.
“You’d look real funny if I hadn’t picked up just now, Suna,” you whisper, eyes straying from the scope to the button that’s meant to be an answer to the other person on the line.
Suna’s laugh is a little grainy on the radio channel, but it’s not taunting like it usually is, joy written into the edges of his laugh, “And yet you’re on the other end of the line, answering me, dear Deputy. So who really looks funny in the end, hm?”
Fuck. The brunet had caught you, the lure of an unanswered challenge too much for you to pass up for your pride, a sin in and of itself. Maybe you should offer yourself up to Osamu and Atsumu again to get pride carved into your skin because apparently, your wrath wasn’t enough.
“Touché,” You start to climb down from the tree, slinging the gun over your shoulder as you huff into the receiver of the microphone. Your feet catch in the knots of the tree, and your hands start to blister a bit when you lose your footing, and yet Suna stays silent on the radio.
“Going silent on me, what was the point of the call—just to talk about your brother’s unfortunate hobbies with me?”
“Can’t a guy call out into the void and not expect someone to respond?” His smile is almost palpable over the radio call, however many times he flickers in and out of the call, “You’re always welcome to come visit my cabin, Dep.”
“Not in a million years,” feet now firmly planted on the ground, you have to right yourself a bit in orientation before you head towards the ATV you’d taken out to this part of the woods.
“I wouldn’t say that so definitely.”
Suna, of the Sin family, was often on the radio with you. He wasn’t always talking directly to you, no, sometimes he was just talking about idle parts of his day and there was a part of you that wondered if there was a part of him that just needed someone to talk to.
You always had to push the thoughts aside, however, tucking them somewhere deep into your chest so you wouldn’t sympathize with him. He was the cause for the murder of a multitude of people in Hope’s County, the root of the drug trade that went outside of the otherwise isolated county, and sometimes the despite it all, you sympathized with the man.
The Sin family was notorious in Hope’s County as not only being the leading members of the cult but because of their immigration status. Cast out of Japan in their early teens for following a faith so incorrectly, they found solace in the soil of a town in need of a direction, no matter how far off the beaten path it would take its members.
Kita Shinsuke, also known as the Father by those following their twisted version of Christianity, was the head of the operations. A prophet of fallacies or of forthcoming events, no one truly knew, and yet he claimed the words of God followed him in his sleep, that he couldn’t leave the Lord’s words unanswered.
The next of the group was often on his own, Ojiro Aran an isolated member of the family that preferred to stay in his section of the woods, away from the chaos that seemed to follow the youngest members of their little family. Ojiro was often known as the zookeeper, both for keeping the rowdy Osamu and Atsumu in line, while also because of his secondary role in the family—the trainer and breeder of wolves that were often used as indicators of one’s faith.
The Miya twins seemed to cause the most upfront issues for the Hope County Police Department, causing more than one silo to explode on the otherwise neutral farmlands. They seemed to have a flair for the dramatic, with their sins written on their bodies as if the Lord would accept their souls, rather than just their vessels. Sloth was scrawled across the younger of the two’s chest, with a matching Pride across the other’s, letters both a bit off-kilter.
The final member, of which enjoyed causing you, personally, the most trouble, was Suna Rintarou, genius beyond words and yet lazy beyond belief. For what he lacked in motivation, he made up for in creative and almost barbaric forms of punishment. His words were sharp around the edges, and yet they made everyone listen to the sermons he preached, like a moth drawn to the flame.
“My dear, sweet Rook, you seem to forget that this territory is mine,” you ignore the way he inflicts his claim on the land you’ve no right being on, and yet it sends something akin to fear down the lines of your spine, “You walk among these trees as if you’re hidden, and yet I always know where you are.”
“Sounds less like you know your territory,” you start, always willing to put up a fight with the brunet you’d not seen in at least a week, at this point, “and more like you’re stalking me—got a crush, Rintarou?”
“More like an infatuation,” his voice is just a purr, too velvety to just be jest, and yet there’s a part of you that knows you can’t trust a word this man says, “take what you want from that, darling, I’m not the one going to be thinking about it all night.”
Perhaps Atsumu had gotten your sin wrong, and perhaps there was a second option he’d never even considered—your human nature was multifaceted and ever-changing, and perhaps your sins were available in multitudes, rather than a singularity.
If he catches you again, you’d love to see his reaction to you saying you’d be willing to let him carve lust into your skin with his knife—love it even more if he asked who it was for.
Suna doesn’t say much more after that, just his usual spiel of the fact you need to atone for your sins, and that Osamu’s always willing to wash them from your skin in the river. You forget to mention your latest one isn’t one so easily erased from your skin, too deeply embedded in your bones, and you wear it like a second skin at this point.
That’s why you struggle, sometimes, against the Sin brothers and their outlandish claims of paradise meant for those who atone. You struggle because you know the weight of each sin you’ve ever committed—a book added to an already overflowing backpack of crimes against God.
Suna Rintarou, most of all, makes your blood simmer white-hot with unbridled rage—yet you’re not even sure why. It might be the lackadaisical smile that’s ever-present on his face, edges sloping and curving over his face as he taunts you, knives glinting in the sunlight of day. It might even be the way you want to press as close to him as possible, and run as far away from him as possible at the same time—ever the perfect contradiction, a paradox of which you’ve been unable to solve for your time at Hope’s County.
Perhaps the Sin family is right in the unmaking of the world, but your only proof is that God smites you by making Suna one of the most undeniably attractive men you’ve ever met.
Confident in a way that carries in the gait of his walk, and the way his shoulders settle on his frame, Suna knows that he’s got his claws deep in your skin—gripping you to keep you at a distance, and yet not letting you get any further away from him. As if you’d let him get away, your hands would be wrapped around the column of his neck—intent to kill or to offer pleasure, you’d just have to decide when the time came.
“Howdy, stranger.”
These woods must twist your sense of mind, pushing and pulling at the seams of your existence and the fabric that makes the foundation of your realities—the air must be contaminated. You’re not where you thought you were going: you’d been headed towards the Miyas’ territory with the sole purpose of destroying the sin of wrath that had been crawling its way up your throat, trying to escape at any chance.
Yet, you’ve ended up in Heaven’s Valley, and straight into Suna’s hand.
He stands before you, hands tucked into a pair of dark beige cargo pants with a loose leather vest as his only top, smooth skin covered in scars and tattoos on full display. For all that Atsumu spewed of repenting for your sins, confessions meant to be curled into skin with a blade, you had to admit that he was one hell of a tattoo artist.
Suna’s tattoos were unlike the harsh angles of Osamu’s, forgoing the looping script of the English language for the smooth strokes of Japanese. It was a harsh juxtaposition to the jagged letters of ‘greed’ splayed across the expanse of his lower belly, the bottom of the ‘g’ dipping underneath the waistband of his pants.
“Rintarou, what a surprise.” Your words slur a bit at the edges, and you’re not sure if it’s just from stepping into his land or being in his presence, but there’s a sinking feeling in your gut that Bliss dances in your system, “Can’t say I’m disappointed to see you.”
“How honest, sweet one,” his smile resembles a wolf, you come to the conclusion because despite the Sin family being described as a pack of foxes, there’s a carnal look in his eyes as he stares at you, “I like when you’re honest with me.”
“I like when you don’t shoot me on sight,” you vaguely remember a pistol at your hip, your carbine left behind in favor of a shotgun, “makes our little talks seem more personal.”
His laugh is clear, a bell in the fog that is your mind, “Do I often shoot at you, sweet one, for I believe it’s you that shoots first.”
“Mm,” you let your eyes flicker to his before you feel a crease form between your brows, “you still shoot back.”
“I never let a favor go unpaid, darling.” He’s closer to you now, a hand sliding along the curve of your arm, before resting just above your pulse point. His hand is warm, opposite of the cooling night air, “Yet you’ve done a favor for me I’ve not yet given anything in return for.”
“What?”
Your confusion is palpable even without your verbal input because Suna’s thumb is smoothing it away from your brow with his free hand. His eyes are darker now with the sun down, only the moonlight illuminating the outline of his face and there’s something about the sight that makes your skin rise, goosebumps lining your arms.
“Deputy,” the moniker is like a velvety purr against the exposed skin of your nape, “I’m a bit hurt that you don’t remember our very first meeting. It holds such a sweet spot in my heart, so for you to forget it cuts me deep to my core.”
You wrack your brain trying to remember the first time you’d met Suna, all those days ago at the beginning of the summer, when you’d been unscarred and unafraid of your allegiances. There was still a hopeful part of you, then, that had been so sure you could be the savior of these people.
“I don’t…” your voice trails off as you watch Suna walk back in front of you, his face calm as you worry at your bottom lip.
“Of course not,” a knife flickers in his hand, the silver blade gleaming in the pale light of the moon, “you were much too blissed out to remember, but there was information you provided that proved most useful.”
His hands trail along your arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake as you lean closer to him, drawn in as if connected by an invisible string. Suna’s leaned in closer now, close enough that you can feel his exhales fanning across your face gently; can see when his eyes flicker and dance on the lines of your features.
“Pretty little thing, too pretty to be fighting a war you never signed up for,” he muses softly as the back of his hand eases across your cheek, “my darling deputy, you told me you wished for an escape from the pressures, the responsibilities that the locals had forced upon you. You are but a single piece, yet you’re burdened with the work of a hundred pawns.”
You take a shuddering breath in, and you let the tension leave your body that had settled along the weight of your shoulders as soon as Suna let his presence be known. You let the need to shoot him rest, because despite this man being the suffering and cause of so many downfalls—he understood.
He understood your wrath, the feeling of it tingling in your fingertips whenever Daichi asked you to do a job that could easily be done by someone else. You were just a person who’d stumbled into Hope’s County at a precipice of change—down on your luck and thrust into a job and title that made you feel like an imposter. He knew your fists clenched whenever another civilian came to you, begging you to save their farm when indeed, it would do nothing in the end for the resistance.
Maybe he knew that underneath every mundane task that you helped others with, there was a vexation that ran along the lengths of your body at their inability to do things on their own. You loved the citizens of this county, you swore to protect them when you became a member of the police force, and yet an undeniable thrum of rage would flood your body when they leaned on you more than the other members of the resistance.
How lovely it was that someone else understood you, even if it was Suna Rintarou.
Why were you fighting them so hard? Your mind supplies this thought too easily, like shrugging on a hoodie on a cold night, and it flits around your brain and fills in the empty spaces that Suna keeps tearing in your psyche.
You remember the end of the sermon that Kita had spoken when you first went to arrest him, all those months ago when the summer was licking at spring’s heels. He’d been haloed in the rays of the evening sun that filtered into the partially broken down church, hands spread with a rosary wrapped tightly against his left hand.
“For all have sinned,” he had spoken softly, eyes locking with yours as soon as the doors opened, and you felt panic strike you still, Daichi pressing on your shoulder to make you continue walking, “and fall short of the glory of God.”
If you were a sinner already falling from His good graces, why not enter hell with a list of sins that made the Devil take a breath in? Were you not already marked for damnation—what good would siding with Suna Rintarou and his family of fucked up prophets do for you?
“Rintarou,” his name leaves your mouth breathlessly, “if I’m going to hell, I’m going to drag you and your family with me.”
His eyes flash with something you can’t quite place your finger on, and yet the feeling it gives you runs along your spine with a chill, “You’re making a mistake. My family and I will find you, no matter where you are, and no matter what trouble you kick up.”
You press a kiss along the curve of his jaw, not missing the way his hands clench at his sides, “Then come catch me.”
There’s a part of you that hates that Atsumu was right because pride sinks into your bones with the fact that you leave with the last word. The last laugh is yours as you leave Suna in the dust of your exit, not knowing if there was another way it could have ended, if you’d just taken the hand he’d extended to you.
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Take it Slow - Part Twenty-Five
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: TW - mention of past abuse. Smut as well.
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
You didn’t get to see Harry Thursday night. He had a lot of free lancing stuff going on. You didn’t mind at first. You took the opportunity to have a good gym session. You minded when you came home to an empty apartment. You heated up some leftovers from the night before and plopped down on the couch. You wanted to tell him you didn’t care how late he would be, to just still come over. But you knew he probably needed his large monitor and home work station tonight to get his work done.
After you took a shower and got settled into bed, you got a phone call from him, making you smile instantly.
“You’re awake?”
“Just got into bed, babe.”
“Missed ya today.” He yawns. “Sorry, long day.”
“Missed you too.” You giggle. “What are you doing now?”
“Workin’ at home. Figured I’d call ya to wish ya sweet dreams.”
“I wish you were here…sorry, I don’t want to make you feel you bad.”
“I wish I was there too.”
“Wanna stay at your place tomorrow? I can come over there after work.”
“Yeah, that would be great actually. So, how was your day?”
“It was good, other than being crazy tired…you, uh, really did a number on me last night.”
“Sorry.” He says chuckling. “Got a little carried away, didn’t I?”
“Maybe a little, although, it did feel amazing.” The thought of last night sends a surge through your body. Even though you were still a little sore, you really wouldn’t mind if Harry was there right now to do it all over again.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”
“What are you working on now?”
“Just touching some photos up, wanna get these to the people within the next couple of days. Just about done though.”
“Oh, good.” You clear your throat. You loved the way Harry’s voice sounded over the phone. You got the full effect of how deep it was.
“Babe?”
“Hm? Sorry, I was just enjoying listening to you talk.”
“You’re cute.”
“Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“If you were here…what do you think we’d be doing?”
Harry saved what he was working on, and turned from his desk. Was this going where he thought it was going?
“Would we be cuddled up close?” You ask, trying to get some response.
“I’d be holding you close to me, yeah.”
“You’re big spoon?”
“Yup, pressed nice against your ass.” You giggle.
“You like when I adjust against you, huh? Can I tell you a secret? Sometimes I do it on purpose.”
“I knew it, you like riling me up.”
“I just really like the way it feels when you get hard, and you press closer.” Harry’s palms were starting to sweat. He couldn’t remember the last time he had phone sex with someone, and he couldn’t believe it was actually going to happen with you.
“Do you like the way it feels when my hand reaches around, and goes between your legs.” A huge smile goes on your face.
“Mhm, and then when your thumb presses against me.”
“Tell me where it presses against you.”
“My clit.”
“That’s right. And then I would rub circles around it with my thumb, while my fingers start to slip inside you.” You let out a soft groan.
“God, I wish you were here.”
“Close your eyes, and pretend your hand is mine.”
“You’ll do the same?”
“Yes.”
Harry undoes his jeans, and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, keeping it one of his hands. You adjust onto your back, and dip your hand below your shorts. You feel your own wetness.
“All set?” He asks.
“Mhm. I’m really wet Harry.” He smirks.
“Good, now take your fingers and slowly slide them in.” You do as he says, and make small noise to let him know. “Curl them up like how I do, make a come here motion.” You let out a groan.
“Y, you’re touching yourself too?”
“Yes, got m’cock gripped.”
“W, wish my lips were wrapped around you.”
“Me too, angel. You bringin’ your fingers in and out?”
“Yes, don’t feel as full though.” Harry’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
“Jesus.” He groans. If you only knew just how full he could make you. “Okay, how many fingers are you using.”
“Two.”
“Slip in a third baby.” You moan out. “Feel a little fuller?”
“Only a little. Your fingers can go much deeper than mine.” Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You would talk dirty, but never like this. He loved it.
“Are you laying on your back?”
“Yes.”
“Flip onto your stomach, you can get in deeper that way.”
You want to ask how he knows all of this, but instead you just do as he says. He imagines you laying on your stomach, and instead of your fingers, he imagines his dick slipping in from behind. He groans through his teeth, thinking about how tight and good you’d feel. All you can hear is his harsh breath coming through the phone. You start to rub your clit faster, just like he would.
“Harry.” You moan.
“Are you close, love?”
“Yes, Harry.”
“Rub yourself faster.”
He imagines pumping in and out of you so fast and hard that the only sound filling the room was your ass clapping back against him.
“Ah, Harry, I’m gonna, fucckkkk.” You breathe heavily as you come down from your high. You hear Harry moan your name out. “Did, did you come baby?” You hear him giggle.
“Yes, once sec.”
Harry gets up to clean himself off, and throws a pair of sweat pants on.
“How was that?”
“Not the same without you, but it’ll do until tomorrow.” You say, flipping back onto your back. You start to giggle. “I’m really glad you called to wish me sweet dreams.”
“Me too. Well, I’ll let you get to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you, goodnight.”
“Love you too, angel.”
Harry went to sleep a happy man. You couldn’t get enough of him the way he couldn’t get enough of you.
//
You get up for work feeling much more refreshed, and you’re able to walk like a normal person again. You pack some extra clothes to bring to Harry’s before you leave for work. You decide on a dark pair of jeans, your ponytail and a cardigan for work. You left yourself plenty of time to do your makeup.
Your coffee was waiting for you on your desk when you got there. You were always so amazed at how early Niall was able to get to work. He was always at least thirty minutes ahead of you. Little did you know, down the hall in his office, Niall was having a chat with Matt, who works early on Fridays.
“Matt, to be blunt, I’d to talk with you about (y/n).”
“Oh, um, alright.”
“How are things going with her? You’ve been working with her more this week than usual.”
“Things are great, she’s taught me a lot. She’s super smart. Am I in trouble for something?”
“No.” He sighs. “But you just need to make sure you’re acting appropriately. I know you’re still in school, but this is a great opportunity to learn how to act in a professional environment.”
“Did she say something to you?”
“What’s there to say?”
“So, you two are allowed to goof off and joke around, but because I’m an intern I can’t?”
“First of all, there are some days where I don’t see her at all until lunch or even until the end of the day. It’s all about balance. You have to find the fun times during the day. Also, if we’re goofin’ together, I’m not flirtin’.”
“Flirting? Did she say-“
“Look, it doesn’t matter. I’m just sayin’, make sure you’re havin’ fun the right way, and remember that she’s technically one of your supervisors. I know she’s a very sweet, and kind person…but you’re still in school and…you just need to know how to act, okay? I really don’t want to have one of these conversation again, alright?”
“Alright…I’m sorry if it seems like I did anything wrong, it wasn’t my intention.”
“It’s okay. Just remember she’s not your best friend, you work for her. You can be friendly, but-“
“I get it. Are we good?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
Matt gets up and leaves Niall’s office. You pass him while holding your computer.
“Hi Matt.” You smile at him. He looks at you nervously. “We’ll be in the conference room today, I wanted to look at everything on the TV. I’ll be there in a few minutes, just need to check in with Niall.”
“Of course you do.” He says under his breath.
“Pardon?”
“I said of course.” He smiles. You go into Niall’s office.
“You free in about thirty minutes? We’re setting everything up in the conference room, want you to see the final product.”
“Yeah, I can do that, let me block my calendar. I had a chat with Matt.” You step further and close the door a little.
“How’d it go?”
“He seemed to be more concerned that you may have tattled on him about something. But, I think I got through to him.”
“I won’t be needing him much once this project is done anyways. This whole thing will put itself to rest.”
You go into the conference room, and plug your laptop in the HDMI cable so the screen appears on the TV. You and Matt go over the project you’ve been working on all week.
“This came out so well, Matt, thank you so much for all your help on this. I couldn’t have done it without you.” You beam at him. “I hope you continue with this kind of work in the future, you’re so talented.”
“You really mean that?”
“Yes! You may not be working much with me next week, just cause this is done, but if you keep working hard with the other folks you work with, then you will have some great people to list as a reference on your future endeavors.” Niall knocks on the door and wave him in. Matt looks away from him. “Ready?”
“Show me what ya got.”
You play the video for Niall, and he’s completely blown away.
“Great work you two. Matt, (y/n) and I will definitely send good word up to our supervisor.”
“Thanks.” He gives a half smile.
“I am so happy this project is done and over with.”
“And ahead of schedule. Now you won’t have as much to stress about before break.”
“I know! I can actually enjoy my family’s Hanukkah party.”
Matt sits and observes the way you and Niall interact. Why was it okay for you two to talk about personal things, but not for him?
Just before lunch, Matt knocks on the outside of your doorway.
“Hey.” You smile.
“Got a sec?”
“Of course, come on in.” You motion to have him sit.
“I’ve got my next assignment for next week, I’m back with the social media folks.”
“That’s great!”
“I’ll miss working with you…”
“That’s nice of you to say. I’m sure we’ll work together again soon.” Your phone starts to ring, it’s Harry.
“That your boyfriend?”
“Um…yeah.”
“He calls you a lot at work. Doesn’t that bother you?”
“Not at all.”
“He’s like…checking in on you.”
“No, he’s not.”
“Then why does he call so much?”
“Because he just likes to see how my day’s going. I think it’s really sweet, and I don’t mind because I like to hear the sound of his voice. Besides, it’s my lunch break, it’s a perfectly acceptable time to call…I think as you get older and fall in love, you’ll understand.”
“You’re only a few years older than me.”
“I know it doesn’t seem like a big difference, but once you’ve been out in the real world a little while, you tend to grow up a bit.”
“I’d say I’m pretty grown.”
“Obviously, I’m just saying, when you’re in a real relationship with someone…”
“I’ve been in a relationship before.”
“And? Didn’t you want to be with that person every second you could? Talk to them in your free time?”
“Not really.” He shrugs. “Guess that’s why we broke up. How did you know you were in love with him?”
You thought back to your weekend away at the inn in New Hampshire, and sighed happily.
“I just…did. I had a realization one night. When you know, you know.” Niall comes strolling into your office.
“Lunch time chica.” You giggle.
“Alright, hey I just need to call Harry back quick, wanna wait in the break room for me?”
“You got it. Headin’ out Matt? You’re done for the day.”
“Um, yeah. Well, thanks again for everything this week. See ya.”
“Have a great weekend. Meet you in a couple minutes.”
“Sounds good.”
You take your phone and call Harry back.
“How’s my baby girl today?” You giggle.
“Good, how’s my man?”
“Looking forward to seeing you tonight.”
“Me too. Want me to pick something up for dinner?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know, but I want to. I’ll pick up something yummy.”
“I mean…there’s really only one thing I have a craving for.” Your cheeks flush.
“Don’t start with me right now.”
“What? Don’t want a repeat of last night so soon?” You can hear his smirk through the phone.
“Harry, I can’t have these kinds of conversations at work.” You whisper.
“Alright, alright. Well, I was just callin’ earlier cause I missed ya.”
“Miss you too. I better go, I have lunch with Niall.”
“Tell the lad I say hi.”
“You bet.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
You hang up, grab your lunch, and head to the break room to meet Niall. He gives you a kissy face when you enter and you roll your eyes at him.
“He says hi by the way.”
“Hi back.” He smirks. “What he call about?”
“Nothing, just missed me.”
“Jesus.” He laughs. “I’ve never known him to be like this. You really have a hold on him.”
“I like it. It’s nice to feel wanted.”
“Come to think of it, the only person I can think he’s ever been this clingy with was Lou.”
“Niall, Harry is not clingy.”
“He is…just a wee bit, just enough for it to be cute.”
“What do you mean he was clingy with Louis?”
“Nothin’, the two of them were just like that with each other. They had to sit next to each other in every in class, had to sit next to each other on the couch. If Lou was off visiting his girlfriend for the weekend, the two of them would call each other at least two separate times.”
“Eleanor was right.”
“About what?”
“They are the real life Cory and Shawn.” You laugh.
“Who?”
“Did never watch Boys Meet World?”
“Uh, no, can’t say I have. That somethin’ we should add to the binge watch list?”
“Oh definitely, you don’t know what you’re missing. Anyways, Cory is the main character and Shawn is his absolute best friend. They’re closer than any other friends in the world. The show would joke around a lot about them being a little too close. Cory would wanna tell Shawn things over telling his girlfriend, stuff like that. Just a really close bond. Nothing wrong with that. Do you ever get jealous?”
“Not at all. I’m just as close with Harry, it’s just different. I’m just as close with Lou. The two of them are just more like brothers.”
“I’m sure they consider you a brother.”
“Oh they do, I’m just more like the step-brother.” You both giggle.
//
On your way home from work you decide to pick up Thai food from Harry’s favorite spot. You key into his apartment. He has his headphones in, sitting at his computer.
“Harry!” He turns around and waves at you. You put the food in the kitchen and kick off your shoes. You put your bag near the bed. He wraps up what he’s doing, and stretches as he stands up.
“Whatcha bring me?” He says, kissing you on the top of your head.
“Thai food.”
“My favorite! Thanks.”
You both dig in to the food your brought, not wanting it to get cold. You take your cardigan off, revealing your tank top.
“That’s a cute outfit.” He says wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Felt like being a bit more casual today.”
“I like these jeans.” His hands slip into your back pockets. You place your hands on his chest.
“Oh, you do?”
“Mhm.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses. “You smell nice.” You feel his smile against you. Your perfume wasn’t anything special. Just a classic fruity scent you had picked up from Bath & Body Works a while back. But because you were wearing, there was no better smell in the world. He lifts his head to look at you, cheeks and chest completely flushed. “You know, I was surprised by you last night.”
“How so?”
“Just didn’t think you’d be into that sorta thing.”
“What? Phone sex?” You laugh. “To be honest, usually I’m not, or at least I’d prefer it over text, but just something in the way your voice sounded last night…it was driving me wild.” You kiss on his neck, dropping your hands to his hips. You sink your teeth in, only a little, lightly sucking on his soft skin. You feel his hands squeeze your ass causing you to bite down harder. He sucks in a breath at the incredible feeling.
His hands move up to your face. He pulls you back, before you can furrow your brows, his lips are on yours. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, and you can’t help but groan. A tingling beginning between your legs as he starts to work his tongue into your mouth, tasting every bit of you. You both fumble over to the couch. He gets on top of you, and you wrap your legs around him, begging for some friction. The hand he isn’t using to prop himself up goes for your breast, and kneads it. Your head rolls back at his touch, annoyed he won’t just take your shirt and bra off. He sees you tug at the hem of your shirt and he smirks, allowing you to sit up, so he can take it off for you. You had a simple white bra on, nothing special. But his eyes can’t help but gaze at the way you’re spilling out of it, and the way your nipples peek through like pebbles. You look down at yourself.
“I’d still like to go to the mall tomorrow, definitely think it’s time for some new bras.” You squeeze your boobs together slightly. “Not comfy.”
“Well, let me see how I can help now.”
Harry reaches behind you and unhooks your bra effortlessly. You giggle as it falls, and his lips immediately wrap around you nipping, and twisting the piercing with his teeth.
“Ah, shit.” You moan, pressing your hips to his as you lay down again.
He kisses down your torso, around your naval, and undoes your pants in the process. You lift your hips to help him tug your jeans and panties down your hips. He sits up to take his shirt off after undressing you.
“Harry?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Think you could, um, dim the lights a bit? Feeling just a wee bit exposed.” He smiles and kisses you on the top of your head.
He gets up to turn the lights off, not having a dimmer. He takes his pants off, leaving his boxers on for now, then climbs back on top of you. His bed was so close by, but something about doing this on his couch was more fun. His thumb dips down and starts to rub on your clit, your breath hitching at the sensation.
“Is this what you were doing last night? When you were thinking of me?”
“Yes, but you do it so much better.” You gasp as his fingers trace over your wet slit.
“That so?” He spreads your legs apart, putting them over his shoulders, licking his lips as he looks at the glorious feast before him.
He licks a stripe up from your center to your clit, causing your hips to buck up. Your hands go straight for his hair as he sucks on your clit, his hands pressing into your thighs. He drops one of your thighs to press his hand down on you to keep you in place. He was going to destroy you tonight, you could feel it. He used his thumb to continue to rub you as his tongue when back down to your center. He groaned against you as his tongue swirled inside, feeling and tasting as much of you as he could. You weren’t going to last long, the sight before you was enough to make you come, let alone the way it felt.
“Harry.” You moaned as he rubbed you harder, sucking on you as much as he could. “Fuck, ahhhhhhh.” Your release came quicker than you usual. He let you grind against him to ride out your high, just needing that bit of extra friction. He waits for you to catch your breath while he sits up to look at your now sweaty body.
He sits on the couch, pulling you on top of him to straddle his legs. You’re confused at first, did he just want to grind against you tonight? It was fine if he did, but you wanted to return the favor. You wanted to wrap your lips around him.
“Harry, I wanna-“ He kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips.
“You will, I’m not done with you yet, though.” He says into your ear, biting down on the skin just underneath.
You feel his hand brush up against your sensitive area, still dripping wet from what he’s done to you. You feel him slip his middle finger in, and you tighten around him. He looks up at you, watching your eyes screwed shut, and slowly open as you relax, sinking down onto his hand. He slowly pumps in and out of you, and before long, a second finger slips in, stretching you out just a little. You moan at the feeling and roll your hips.
“That’s it.” He says, essentially encouraging you to ride his fingers. You wrap your arms around him, fingers going into his hair, and press your face into his neck.
Your hips move up and down as he pumps in and out of you. He had thought about this many times. You on top of him, taking him in inch by inch. But he wasn’t going to get that yet. It was hard to focus on anything other than the grunts leaving your mouth, as you press your face further into the crook of his neck. His fingers had never felt so good inside of you. The hand that wasn’t working on you, was clutching on your ass, keeping you steady. His thumb starting to rub on your clit again, making you sink your teeth into his skin. You hear a moan escape his lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” He says, making your back arch as you continue to grind against his fingers.
“Feels so good.” You manage to say. You were full on panting now. “Wanna feel you deeper, Harry.”
He thrusts his long fingers up as much as he could, making your head roll back. He wanted to say that’s as deep as he could go. He wanted to say he’d need his dick to go deeper to give you what you wanted, but he couldn’t. He knew better.
“Shit, shit, shit.” You said over and over.
“Come for me, baby.”
That was all he needed to say. You released all around his fingers, and collapsed on top of him. He slowly slid out of you, and gives your bum a few taps, letting you know you did a good job. He sucks on his fingers to take your release in.
“Best taste in the world, honestly.” You move your head to make eye contact.
“Your turn.” You say in a whisper.
He lets go of you so you can slide down to the floor, on your knees in front of him. You tug at his boxers, eyes growing wide at the way his hard cocks slaps back against his stomach. He lifts his hips so you can tug the pesky underwear all the way off of him. You look up at him and admire his beautiful body. He may have well been chiseled from marble. You spit into your hand, and grip his length, his eyes closing for a mere moment to enjoy the contact.
You start to slowly pump him up and down, thumb dragging over his tip to spread his precome around. His hand grips your ponytail, firmly wrapping it around his wrist. You look up at him and smirk before closing your eyes, and taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses at the sensation. You continue to use your hand on his shaft as you suckle on his tip. His hips move up, begging you to take more of him into your pretty little mouth. You oblige, and slide yourself down on him a little further, hollowing out your cheeks.
“That feels so fucking good, (y/n).” He says, gripping your hair tighter.
As you begin to bob up and down on him, he hits the back of your throat. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he has a jerk reaction, and hanks your hair a little too hard. Your eyes flash open, seeing white. A horrid memory of Jake running through your mind. Him ramming you from behind, his hand in your hair, feeling like he was going to rip every strand out of your scalp. Out of sudden fear your teeth bite down on Harry.
“Too hard! Too hard!” This breaks you from your nightmare, and you pop off of him.
Before he can say anything else you feel like you can’t breathe as your chest starts to tighten, and you hide your face as tears begin to fall. Harry gets on the ground next to you and rubs your back.
“What, what happened, (y/n)? Are you alright, why, why did you do that? What did I do?”
His dick was throbbing, and not in a good way. It had gone completely soft the instant you bit him. Your breathing slows, and you look up at him. You put a hand on his shoulder.
“Y, you can’t pull my hair like that.”
“Did I pull it too hard? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize, usually you’re okay-“
“It’s not usually in a ponytail when you tug at it. I…it…” He pulls you into his chest. “It triggered me, I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize it-“
“It’s not your fault, I didn’t think…” You sigh. “Did I hurt your?”
“Please, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”
“I bit down on you pretty hard.”
“It’s alright. Let’s get you up, hm?”
You cling to him, only feeling safe in his arms. He wipes your tears away as you both stand.
“Let’s get you into something cozy, yeah?” He sits you on the bed, and grabs a t-shirt and sweatpants from his dresser. He gestures for you to lift your arm, and he slides his shirt over your body. Next he helps you into his pants. He kisses you lightly on your forehead. He throws on a new pair of boxers and sits next to you.
“Thank you. I’m so sorry, I ruined our evening.”
“Oh, my sweet baby girl,” His palm nestles on your cheek. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m sorry I did something that even made you think about that terrible time. I promise, I’ll be more careful.”
“But you couldn’t have known that was going to set me off. I didn’t even know. This is what I’ve been scared of all along.” His hand moves to rub your back. You take a deep breath.
“We just need to keep working together, and be vocal. I know you don’t know what things may set you off, but let’s try to keep talking through. I can be better about asking if something feels alright.”
“I can’t expect you to do that in the heat of the moment. I want us to be able to get lost in each other, not having to overthink every move.”
“And maybe at some point we’ll get to that place, but right now that’s just not gonna happen.”
“And you’re fine with that?” You say looking at him.
“(y/n), the last thing I ever want is for you to feel unsafe or scared. I would do anything you need to me to do.” You wrap your arms around him.
“I love you, Harry.”
“I love you too, so much. Come on, let’s watch some TV.”
Harry winces as he stands up to grab the remote. You get settled, sitting up against his headboard, and he gets on the bed next to you, turning the TV on. He winces again as he adjusts next to you.
“Is there anything I can do? Do you want some ice?”
“No, no, I’ll be fine. Don’t think I’ve ever been chomped down on quite like that before.” He chuckles. “Nearly kicked ya in the stomach.” You cozy up to him, and he puts an arm around you.
“Well, thanks for refraining.”
“What do you feel like watchin’?”
“Anything’s fine, oh! Let me log in to my Disney+.” You hear Harry slightly suck his teeth. “What?”
“Nothin’…what exactly do you want to watch on there?” You yank the remote from him to download the app on his smart TV.
“I have the urge to watch Boy Meets World, ever watch it growing up? Did you watch a lot of American TV?”
“Here and there. Watched a lot more of it here once I was in school. What exactly is Boy Meets World about?”
“Well, it was a show on ABC, Disney owned. It’s about this boy named Cory who just learns about life. He has an older brother and a little sister. A best friend named Shawn, and then there’s Topanga.”
“Topanga?”
“Mhm, but since you’ve never seen it, I won’t spoil it for you. Guess we’ll watch from the beginning. He’s in like sixth or seventh grade I think. The kids were so cute.”
“How long did it run for?”
“Like seven seasons! They show them through their second year of college.”
“Wow. All the same actors stay?”
“Yup.”
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“So cute you think you had a choice.” You giggle, and turn the show on. “Just kidding, if you didn’t want to watch it, I wouldn’t make you.”
“How considerate.”
You two stay cozy together as you watch at least four episodes of the show. You loved binging television, but you could tell Harry was getting bored, or at least tired. You both get up to do your nightly routine.
“I wanna hold ya tonight, but please don’t rub up against me, I’m afraid it’ll it hurt.”
“Do you want me to just hold you?”
“No, I wanna hold you. Just gotta be careful.”
You turn over, and he wraps his arms around you, nestling into your hair, which was now down. You both sigh with happiness and comfort as you both slowly drift off.
//
You and Harry head to the mall around ten the next morning. There were a ton of things still on sale from Black Friday, so you were excited about treating yourself to some new underwear. You head upstairs to the Aerie, and Harry stops short before entering, almost making you lose your balance.
“Right, so…how long you think you’ll be?” You blink at him. “What?”
“You’re not coming in with me? Please don’t tell me the man who walks around with nail polish and jewelry is afraid of an underwear store.”
“M’not afraid…just didn’t know if you needed some privacy is all.”
“You’ve seen my panties before, it’s fine. Besides, you can help me pick some stuff out.”
There were plenty of other guys in there with their girlfriends, it wasn’t really a big deal. Harry just didn’t want to be one of those guys who was so possessive he needed to go into his girlfriend’s underwear store. But she wanted him there, so he slowly followed her in.
There was a large round bin in the middle that said “8 for $30!” making you jump right for it. You rummaged through the pile of medium sized briefs and slowly found ones you liked.
“Any particular style you’re looking for?” Harry asks, trying to be helpful.
“Um, well, I like the cheeky bottom, like these.” You hold a pair up to show him and he blushes, picturing you wearing them.
“I can get eight pair, so I’d like at least get four of this style, then the other four I get a couple more thongs, those are always good to replace. Oh! This one is so cute!” You hold up a black lace thong, making Harry’s cheeks grow even redder. “Can never go wrong with black lace, never.”
Once you’re satisfied with your panties, you stuff them into a basket, and head to the back of the store where the bras were. A sales associate comes up to you.
“Can I help you find anything?”
“You know, I think I need to be measured again. I feel like I’m in between sizes right now. Everything has been feeling kind of tight. I haven’t gained any weight, that I know of.”
“Oh sure! We can definitely have someone measure you. One moment, let me check the dressing rooms.” You turn around to look at Harry as she walks away, his mouth agape.
“What?”
“What exactly does getting measured entail?”
“They take you into a fitting room and use a measuring tape. Then you tell them what style of bra you wear, and then they bring you some to try on. It’s not complicated.”
“Are you bare chested when they do it?”
“What?! No!” You laugh. “My shirt will stay on.”
“Miss? We’re ready for you.” The woman smiles.
“Here, hold this for me.” You hand Harry the basket, and before he can protest you vanish into the back.
He’s thoroughly embarrassed. He watches the associate come out a few moments later to grab a few different bras. Some lace, some for wearing under a t-shirt, and some sports bras. He swears he heard you laugh at some point, but he wasn’t sure. Eventually you come out, and take the basket from him.
“Okay, I know what I need now, I think they’re on this wall.”
“Please, don’t ever leave me like that again. People kept giving me weird looks.”
“You know, most guys like coming in here.” You shake your head at him, and grab some bras.
“Well, how did your fitting go.”
“Good.” You shrug. “Figured out why I was spilling out of some of my bras.” You grab a few bras that are padded, but don’t have wire in them, and some new lace bras as well. Then move to another wall with sports bras that zip up in the front.
“Why was that?”
“Went up a cup size.” You shrug again.
“So…what exactly are you now?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “We might find ourselves in a bra emergency one day, this is info I need.” You laugh.
“I went from a C to a D, okay?”
“You didn’t realize?”
“Not really, sometimes they just grow and shrink over time. I was a B when I first got to college, graduated a C. If they keep getting bigger though I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“You don’t want big boobs?”
“Honestly? No. My back hurts, and I have such a small frame, big boobs just look weird on me. Half the time I have to buy dresses and shirts one or two sizes up just to make room. It’s annoying.” You sigh and grab what you need, and head to the checkout counter.
Harry loved your body so much, every dip, every curve, every dimple, every mark. He never really stopped to think that there were actually things you didn’t like about your body.
“You’re in luck! These ones are buy one, get one.” The cashier says.
“Oh great! I have a coupon on my phone too.”
Harry also couldn’t believe how complicated buying women’s underwear was. He thought it was just cup sizes, but there’s a lot of numbers involved. He made sure to note that you were a 34D, and no longer a 36C.
“$100 even is your total.” His jaw nearly dropped, even with the discounts and coupons that sounded expensive. “Oh wow! Way less than what I was expecting.” He looked at the two of you like you were crazy. The pink tax was alive and well. The cashier hands you a cute bag with all your things wrapped inside, and then grabs a small box.
“For being such a valued member of Aerie, and spending over $100 today, you have earned this box full of makeup samples!”
“Yay! I love your guys’ makeup. It’s so light.”
“There’s mascara, a reusable makeup remover cloth, eyeshadow, and a couple other things.”
“Thanks!” You stuff the small box into your bag, and head out. “I love free samples.” You say looking at him as you walk out of the store. He wanted to tell you it wasn’t really free, but he didn’t want the smile on your face to fade.
“Feeling satisfied with your purchase?”
“Yes, thank you for coming in with me. Is there anywhere you wanna go? You like shoppin at J. Crew right?”
“Got all I need from there a couple months ago, remember?” He smiles at you.
“Right. Oh! You know what would be great?”
“What?”
“Let’s go into bed, bath, and beyond. There’s something I wanna get for your bed.”
“My bed?”
“Mhm.” You smile at him, and take his hand.
When you get to the store, you get to the section you’re thinking of right away. You were near sheets and pillows. Harry had no idea what you thought his bed needed.
“Aha! Found it!” You point to the aisle that had a bunch of different bed toppers. “You know how you’re always saying my bed is so cozy? Well this is why. I have this exact memory foam egg crate. You just put it on under your sheets, and it makes a world of difference.”
“How do you discover these things?”
“I had a friend in college that had one on his bed, on those uncomfortable blue beds they give you. Got one for myself and I never had a bad night’s sleep in school again.”
“Alright, let’s pick one out.” You grab the one you think will make the most sense, and don’t let Harry take it from me. “I hope you don’t think you’re paying for that.”
“Consider it an early Hanukkah gift.” You wink at him, and walk quickly ahead of him to the checkout line. Taking out your card as fast as you can. He rolled his eyes at you, but kissed the top of your head.
“Thank you, it’s very sweet of you.”
“You’re welcome baby. Here you can carry it now.”
//
When you got home, or back to Harry’s, you helped him put the egg crate on his bed. You too flopped onto it once it was made up again.
“It’s like laying on a marshmallow.” He says, making you giggle. “Thanks again.”
“You’re more than welcome, happy to do it.”
“Now it’ll really feel like I’m in your bed the couple nights I can’t be.”
“Does it bother you that we stay over at my place more?”
“Not at all! I love your place.”
“I just feel bad is all, you paying for a place you barely sleep at anymore.”
“S’not that expensive of an apartment. Plus it’s nice to come back to when I need to get more intricate work done.” He shrugs, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. “Besides, won’t be back and forth like this forever.” What was he hinting at? The very thing that you felt your mind wandering to every morning you woke up with him. Harry often thought about moving in with you, you were practically living together already. He knew it was still a little too soon to be talking about it, but a few hints here and there to show you that, that was down the road was nice.
“Yeah.” You smile, and cozy up to him. “Definitely won’t be forever.”
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logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents
CHAPTER 4: a tight-knit family
Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?
Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a theatre brat to the highest degree (Sorry Roman stans), Remus being Remus, (If I miss something please tell me!)
Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please dm me!! This chapter we see a LOT of Patton, a little of Virgil, and some Roman being an ass behaviour. I apologize if this chapter is lackluster, it’s important I promise!! Also I just finished chapter 5...its 3295 of intrulogical fluff
Pairings: Eventual Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, Eventual One-Sided Logicality, Platonic Analogical, Platonic DRLAMP
Word Count: 2269
Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer
After a few weeks, not disappointing Remus was a weak reason to be here.
Though he never considered himself a quitter, god he would love to just quit one thing in his life. The thing being theatre.
When Thomas arrived Roman bombarded him with questions. Turns out, Logan was cast as Hamilton due to his exceptional rapping. Roman, weaker at rapping but a very confident and strong singer, could provide the extremely skilled vocal performance required by Washington. If Logan were to get sick, Roman would play Hamilton and Remus would hand over Maria’s part to his understudy. Which made sense, of course. The beginnings of rehearsals were, by all means, not entirely awful. They were going to learn the music to the show, song by song. The first problem arises with Logan’s absolutely awful stage fright. After the first run-through of the title number, Alexander Hamilton, Logan almost threw up again. People looked directly at him whenever he sang or rapped. The musical director, Jamahl, assured him it was fine. Jamahl, as nice as he was, would be receiving a solid two on Logan’s chart. It’s okay, Logan, Everyone gets stage fright, Logan. That, quite frankly, sounded like a bunch of bullshit. Especially since every time Logan got too nervous and messed up, Roman laughed from off to his side.
Which shouldn’t bother him. It really shouldn’t. Except...Well, it was infuriating to be laughed at. For something he can’t control no less. He was ready to ball up his script and pelt him with paper until he stopped being a colossally egotistical idiot. Along with Roman’s frankly abhorrent behaviour, Logan also had to deal with feigning...romantic intimacy. Don’t get him wrong, Patton was a very nice guy. But...how would you feel knowing your first kiss would have to be fake for a theatre production? Bad. You would feel bad. So does Logan. Logan is sick of all of this, and by the end of the second week he finally snaps.
When he hears that during Helpless he needs to kiss Patton, he doesn’t bother to hide his surprise. Of course, after he does, Roman decides to open his big dumb mouth.
“What’s wrong, Microsoft nerd? Upset that your first kiss will be on the stage?”
Patton reels back and glares at Roman almost instantly, opening his mouth to defend Logan, when Logan turns on Roman himself.
“I am beginning to wonder if you ever just shut up,” Logan snaps, fists balled in anger.
“Because honestly, for the two weeks I have been in this theatre program, you have done nothing but spout off like a tea kettle about to boil over all because I happened to be better than you at one thing. So I am sincerely asking, do you ever shut up?”
Somehow, he has done the impossible. Roman is stunned into silence, his face goes red with anger.
“How dare-” Is all he manages to get out before Thomas calls for a five-minute break.
Thomas motions for Logan to come over to him, and he’s still fuming. If he were as dramatic as a certain hoity-toity theatre brat, he would be practically foaming at the mouth. Thomas is an adult, so he tries to pull himself together.
“I apologize-”
“Don’t. Roman kinda deserved that,” Thomas says with a smirk, “He’s a great kid, but he has a lot to learn.”
It’s his turn to be shocked into silence, because never in a million years would he expect an adult to enable such an outburst.
“Really though, Logan, Just try not to let it happen again. I’ll let it slide this time, okay?”
With a nudge to the side and a kind smile, Logan is sent to have his break.
Roman is quiet for the rest of the day. Logan could not be more pleased. Roman’s anger at him was unjustified and awful, he was overall awful. After today, he would need to add a negative rating to his charts. He doesn’t think he could ever get along with someone like Roman without eventually succumbing to his anger and strangling him. Logan knows his extreme anger is wrong, but Roman was just...just...absolutely, unbelievably, infuriating. Sitting in the lobby waiting for his father like usual, he is approached by Patton. Alone this time, without Virgil. Which is strange.
“You look like you’re about to rip someone's head off,” Patton giggles out with a sympathetic smile.
Logan sighs and gives him a little smirk, “My apologies, are you going to be getting a ride with Virgil tonight?”
“No, his dad is picking him up! I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out!”
“I-” Logan thinks on this for a while, then shrugs. It may be for the best. Patton has been very kind, and he has defended him when Roman was being a jerk.
“Sure, let me message my father.”
Patton’s car is a beat-up looking second-hand thing that looks like it rolled out of a dump. Inside, it’s actually very well taken care of. Patton calls the car “Christine” and pats her lovingly. Hanging from the rear-view mirror is a small frog-shaped air freshener that makes the car smell of strawberries. The seats are comfortable, and Patton’s music is sweet. Eventually they pull into a parking lot in a townhouse area, and as they walk down the street Patton waves and says hello to all his neighbours that are outside.
“You know them all?”
“Oh, yeah! Lots of them have babysat me, or my sisters! And I’ve babysat for them too!”
Huh. He didn’t know Patton had sisters. Though, the second they enter his house, it’s entirely obvious.
In the living room, there are three young girls. Patton’s shoes are barely off when the two youngest ones rush him and engulf him in hugs. The older one walks over and smiles at Logan first.
“Hi, which one are you?” She asks, and Patton laughs.
“Delilah Ann! That’s not nice!”
“I’m Logan, it’s nice to meet you.”
“I’m Lilah, I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly ‘cause Pat doesn’t shut up.”
Patton looks a little pouty, but Logan thinks he likes Lilah. She doesn’t look much like Patton at all. Her hair is more wavy than curly, and a very nice strawberry blonde colour. She doesn’t have glasses, and dresses very tomboyish, the only thing that ties them together are their freckled cheeks. She’s only thirteen, but Logan finds her interesting to talk to. While Patton is dealing with the younger ones, she tells him about how she wants to be a mortician and is the smartest in her family. Logan smiles a little while they have a mostly one-sided conversation.
One thing the siblings have in common is certainly their talkative likability.
The younger two are put to work on their homework at the dining table, and Patton begins to set up dinner. Logan sits next to the girls at the table, Delilah retreating to her room, chatting with Patton as he cooks. He offered to help but was denied at every turn. Something about him being a guest, and how he shouldn’t have to. They’re discussing their roles in the play when the youngest slams her head against the table dramatically.
“Patton! I don’t wanna do this anymore!” She whines, Patton puts some potatoes in a pot then brushes off his hands on his apron.
“Do you need help, or do you need a break?”
“Help!”
Logan peers over her paper and sees a bunch of simple multiplication questions, she must only be in second or third grade.
He clears his throat, “If you’d like, I could help you.”
“Oh! Oh! Yes! Patton can Logan help me please!”
Patton agrees, despite obviously looking at Logan and saying ‘You really don’t have to’ with his eyes. Logan likes to teach, he’s more than happy to help out. Especially since Elaine is extremely charming. You can definitely see how much she looks like Patton. Big square glasses, blonde hair in pigtails, tons of freckles dotting chubby cheeks. She acts like him too, spouting out awful dad jokes that make Patton lose it laughing in the kitchen. She tries her best to listen, and manages to actually complete her math homework with a pretty good mark. Her teacher will hopefully be impressed. Logan’s dad texts and asks if he needs to be picked up, but Elaine begs him to stay for dinner and...well he can’t say no, can he? Patton says he doesn’t have to stay, but he wants to.
He’d never had siblings, it had always just been him and his parents. Though he loved them, and they loved him, it was so...lonely sometimes. He had always wanted a little brother or sister, maybe even a pet, but it never really happened. The energy in Patton’s house was somehow a perfect mix of lively and calm, they felt like they were really a family. Logan relished in it. The feeling of community, full of love so openly given and received. The most he had were very quiet holiday dinners with the few Larks who were left. He remembers being Elaine’s age, he felt so lonely. She wasn’t lonely though, she was full of love. So was Patton. It was very nice. He watches Patton cook and he chats with him while realizing he’s been much too harsh on him. His kindness wasn’t fake, there was no way. He was a real person who was actually that nice. He defended him out of the kindness of his heart.
Ding.
hey logan wyd rn
Ah, Virgil. That was a pleasant surprise.
I’m actually at Patton’s house. Elaine has roped me into staying for dinner.
He can almost hear Virgil’s little chuckle.
yeah she does that hows sophie
Sophie? Oh, that must be the third sister. She’s very quiet, her eyes haven’t once looked upwards the whole time they’ve been sat together.
“Ahem-Uhm-Sophie,” Logan starts, and Sophie looks up from her homework, “Virgil was wondering how you are?”
Her eyes light up, “I’m good. Is he going to come over?”
She’s good. She wants to know if you will be coming over.
hah, sure tell her to give me 20
“Yes, give him twenty minutes.”
Sophie smiles, and Logan is reminded of Virgil almost immediately. She has dark brown hair that covers her face and a bit of a natural glare. Her smile is shy, and he wonders if Patton secretly stole Virgil’s little sister.
It seems like it, even more, when Virgil actually gets there. Sophie’s entire demeanor changes. She becomes extremely talkative and tells Virgil all about how she’s got a new villager in her animal crossing town. Virgil entertains her with talking, going and helping Patton to cook. Logan gets up to help as well, but Virgil waves him away. Virgil looks like he belongs here, in this little dining room-kitchen. He’s laughing beside Patton, talking to both girls and Logan, helping cook and set the table. Logan can’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this before. While Patton is putting the food on the table, the door opens and a tired-looking woman enters. Virgil goes to greet her, and she smiles. Her hair is curly and blonde, her eyes are a cloudy green, she is covered in a smattering of freckles, and she looks...just like Patton.
Logan gets up to go greet her as well. When she sees him she beams and it’s like he’s been confronted by the sun herself.
“You must be Logan! Virgil and Patton talk my ears off about you!” She pats his head, and continues, “The boys just adore you! It’s about time you came for dinner!”
He almost can’t speak, and both Virgil and Patton whine about her embarrassing them, but he nods, “Thank you for having me, but I’ve only known them for two weeks, Ma’am.”
The woman looks a little confused, then laughs joyously, “No need for that, kiddo! Just call me Lisa, okay?”
After patting him on the shoulder, she slinks by and greets all her children. Lilah has come back down, and the whole table is now filled to the brim. Dinner is filling and delicious, Patton really has a talent for the culinary arts. Which is strange considering Logan took him as someone who, like him, couldn’t cook to save his life.
After dinner, Patton brings Logan and Virgil to his room to hang out. They play video games, talk about anything they can manage, and by the time it’s late Logan is smiling. At nine, Elaine and Sophie are whining about Patton putting them to bed. Virgil and Logan wish them good night and Virgil drives Logan home.
“Logan, I’ve gotta ask...why did you agree to hang out with Patton?”
“Well...I’m not actually sure. I think that I needed it.”
“How do you mean?”
Logan looks out the window and thinks to himself. Why? He’s never had friends, or much of a close family. He figured he agreed because well…
“Patton has something I don’t. It helped me understand him better to see what he has.”
Virgil accepted that, but Logan wasn’t sure he understood it fully. He’s not even sure he does.
That night, Roman gets a negative two. Patton gets a ten, and written on his pages are the names and personalities of his family members. Along with that, is a very simple phrase.
I have concluded that Patton is, indeed, a very good person.
Why it took him this long to come to terms with, he will never understand.
#sanders sides#sanders side fic#ts logan#ts patton#ts virgil#ts roman#ts deceit#ts janus#ts remus#eventual intrulogical#eventual roceit#intrulogical#roceit#one sided logicality#platonic analogical#platonic drlamp#my neck is so stiff ive been at my computer all day#its bed time for mr writer man#that me#ANYWAY theres the fic!!#i hope you like this chapter#next chapter#is so fucking#GOOD#im so impressed with my own writing but only with romance involved#luckily next chapter is FULL of it ;)#i dont even think anyone reads these but oh well!!#goodnight my dears dont let remus bite
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Here with You
Pairing: idol!Min Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Smut and Fluff
Words: 4.1k
Warnings: oral, penetrative sex, intercourse, slight exhibitionism, buff Yoongi???, praise kink.
Description: Yoongi’s sad and his body’s in constant pain after bouncing from city to city in the last few months for the group’s biggest world tour yet. Aside from that, he doesn’t remember the last time he got a full night’s rest. You and his members plan a secret visit for you to surprise him in his hotel room after a concert. It’s been months, after all, and the two of you both have... needs that only the other can take care of ;)
Note: I live for soft Yoongi and I imagine he’d be as sweet as this (if not, sweeter!) to his significant other! We also can’t deny that he’d be absolutely delicious in bed, too. In MY OPINION, this is the BEST fic I’ve written up to date! Please tell me what you think :) I appreciate and enjoy each and every comment and response!
ALSO! I’d like to make it clear that the reader ISN’T Korean and I will let you know when they are. However, they are supposed to be speaking Korean to each other which is why I mainly use the word, “Jagi” instead of “Baby.”
Yoongi’s never enjoyed traveling or staying in hotels. For him, they don’t possess the same sense of peace or relaxation that they do for others. The only time he seeks the relief of a temporary hotel bed is after a long concert or flight when his sore bones ache and he can barely keep his eyes open. Even then, he tosses and turns all night, fluffing his pillows and kicking at his sheets until he eventually loses the fight and knocks out. At this point of their world tour, more than halfway through, the guys have noticed that Yoongi rarely leaves his room. They don’t blame him. His snippy attitude and overall mood are products of the group’s constant movement and although it takes a toll on all of them, Yoongi’s always hit the hardest.
His members notified you of this and that’s why you, his secret, longtime partner, decided to come for a surprise visit. Your ultimate goal is to cheer him up and see at least one of his beautiful, gummy smiles. Another reason why he hates traveling is that he has to be away from you and his home.
He’s currently sprawled out on the couch, limbs extended as he wields a pair of chopsticks in one hand and a paper carton in the other. He reaches for another piece of sweet, sesame chicken, unimpressed by the bunny documentary on the TV before a soft knock on the door catches his attention. The sound is light. Anyone else would’ve missed it but Yoongi’s music-producing ears are razor sharp.
“Coming!” he calls out with a mouth full of food. Not caring much for his looks at this time of night, he pulls a cap on over his disheveled hair and slips on his sandals before approaching the front door. He ignores the viewfinder and opens the door with a tug, still chewing the chicken in the back of his mouth without a care in the world. The words leave his mouth before he can catch a glimpse of the person standing on his doorstep. “Jimin, I told you already. I am not giving you any more champagne—“
“Yoongi!”
You still manage to glow, even in the faint light of the hotel hallway. His mouth freezes when his eyes meet yours and his heart beats at his chest excitedly, telling him to wake up! A tiny, polka-dot luggage stands behind you like a guardian and the situation finally makes sense in his brain. When you wrap your arms around him, excitement flutters in his stomach like millions of tiny butterflies. You smile, melting happily into the man you’ve missed for months.
“Jagi?” he whispers, wondering if the gorgeous apparition standing in front of him is only a dream. “I... I can’t believe you came all the way here.”
“Of course, I did!” You smile and Yoongi doesn’t miss the sparkle in your large eyes. The two of you stumble backwards into the entrance of the room before he regains his balance and squeezes you back. He pulls you even closer, smelling your shampoo and feeling the smooth, soft skin of your glowing cheek under the strokes of his thumb. His senses are heightened due to your familiar presence and he couldn’t be more grateful for your spontaneous visit. He needed it, needs you.
“I’m happy you’re here,” he continues with a smile once you pull back to take a look at his face. He twirls a lock of your hair around his long index finger, pure admiration filling his gaze as his other hand grips your waist. You don a yellow sundress with an intricate design of red roses and leaves. The colorful fabric accentuates your figure and the curvy shape Yoongi loves so much. “You look pretty.”
You glance down at your feet shyly, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks as you clutch the sides of your dress. “Thank you. I almost didn’t buy the dress since it’s a little small.”
“I’m glad you did.” His large hand envelops yours before he laces your fingers together and leads you to the couch in the sitting area of the large hotel room. His metal rings feel cold against your skin but you have no desire to release his hand. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
“Yoooongi, ssssssstop,” you whine but he raises his hands in the air defensively, palms flat and arms up, a look of pure innocence on his handsome face. Your eyes dart to his broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles slightly flex with each of his movements. Has he been working out?
“How do you still get so flustered whenever I compliment you?”
Yoongi is an organized individual so it doesn’t surprise you that his room follows suit, from his shoes by the front door to his made-up bed. The one thing you notice is his dinner set up of takeout Chinese food on the coffee table, however, it isn’t the slight mess that causes your heart to sink in your chest.
“Have you been eating well? All the fried food at this table is concerning,” you admit hesitantly. It isn’t only today’s dinner on the coffee table but other nights’ as well.
“My body’s used to it by now. Liquid junk food probably flows through my veins along with airplane cookies and coffee.”
“That’s gotta be bad for your stomach.” You frown, concern filling your pretty features. He sounds impressed with himself and it’s freaking you out just the slightest bit. He wishes to kiss away the fear written on your face.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
“Yoongi, you could lose a foot and you’d tell me not to worry about it.”
“Hey, hey, at least I’ve been drinking only water these past few months, that’s gotta count for something, right? Replacing all the water in my system?”
“I just wanna make sure you’re taking care of yourself even if it’s hard because of touring. I really do worry about you, Yoongi. Sorry if I’m being annoying.”
“You’re not annoying. I’m grateful because you actually care about my wellbeing aside from all the idol stuff unlike everyone else.” The two of you settle into the couch as he drapes his arm over your shoulder. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry. I’m not even thinking about food right now.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“You. And sleeping next to you later. I think I took cuddling for granted.”
“Yoongi, that is uncharacteristically cheesy.”
“Well, it’s your fault. I’m excited that you’re here and now I don’t know how to express it other than cracking dad jokes like Seokjin.”
“Please, keep the cheesy jokes rolling, then. I love them but I love you more.” Your lips lightly graze his and he melts into the kiss as you arch your back and press your chest against his. Unlike before he left on tour, you’re met with a hard, sculpted chest and you draw back, holding your hands against his chest as you formulate your curiosity into a question. Yoongi interprets your actions as a recoil but you assure him that you still want him close. “Yoongi, don’t take this the wrong way but you feel... different. Have you been working out?”
“Yeah, actually. Does it look weird?” His palm grazes the back of his neck awkwardly. “I started a few months ago. The stylists want me to stop because it’s harder to pick out clothes if my size keeps changing but it helps me sleep better at night. I’ve been meaning to show you on one of our video calls.”
Once again, your eyes drift from his face to the muscular bulge of his arm. You can’t control your tongue as you lick your bottom lip. Your dry throat clenches for something—anything—to eliminate the empty feeling in your mouth. Suddenly, you’re thirsty for another mouth-filling liquid only he can give. Damn. “I love all of your different forms and shapes and sizes because I love you but—“
“But?”
“But,” you continue as you lower your gaze, your long lashes accentuating the sudden lust oozing from your dark brown eyes, “you look really fucking good. Like, I-wanna-go-down-on-you-right-now kind of good.”
“W-What?” he sputters, caught off guard by your sudden use of obscenities. Your dirty mouth causes his cock to twitch like it has a mind of its own, straining uncomfortably against his tight black jeans. “You can’t just say that.”
“Why not? Getting a little flustered?” You flash a mischievous grin as you hop off the couch, settling yourself between his spread knees. The sight of you on the ground for him, hands roaming the expanse of his legs and the hidden space where they meet, ignites a flame of desire in the pit of his stomach, a tiny flicker that you have no intention of putting out.
“Don’t tease.” He swallows, squirming desperately as he feels your nails lightly scrape his inner thighs. “God, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“But I do,” you hum, hands settling on the silver buckle of his belt. You slip your fingers through, gradually weaving his leather belt until it’s completely off of his waist. The heavy metal dangles from your hand, jingling before you sling it over the couch arm with a loud clunk. “I know that you’ll do anything to get my mouth wrapped around your pretty cock, won’t you?”
“I can’t take it when you talk like that. You’re gonna kill me, I swear,” he groans. You undo his zipper and button, encouraging him to raise his hips so you can tug his pants down to his ankles.
“I’ll go down on you but I have one rule.”
“Tell me.”
“You can only cum when I tell you to.”
He hesitates. “I can’t—“
“Try. Practice the self-control we both know you have.” You nudge your pointer finger against his chest.
You’re proud to have Yoongi in your life, proud to have him as the one man who brings you pleasure in all forms. You’re the only one who gets to see him this way—hot and bothered and vulnerable, desperate for your touch—and you take pride in that. He’s a hardworking, dedicated, and determined man and he’s the same way in bed.
He lets out a low hiss when you free his cock from the constrains of his jeans and he feels you blow lightly. Your eyes remain glued on the creamy, white liquid coating the plump tip of his length. What he lacks in length, he makes up in his thick girth. He barely fits between your tiny hands but you pump him slowly, lathering him up in his own salty juices. The arousal lining your damp panties clings to the side of your thigh, threatening to drip down your leg. “I’m so wet just from looking at you.”
“Let me touch—oh, fuck.” He throws his head back in surprise, eyes flickering closed as he feels the sudden pressure of your tongue against his tip. Tingles radiate across his body from where your mouth meets his dick and in this moment, he’s grateful for the sexy, angelic vixen that you are and the way you force him to relinquish control in the pursuit of release.
It’s been months. Although you’ve touched yourself and imagined your fingers were his, your fantasies are never fully accurate when it comes to his impressive and gorgeous anatomy. Nothing is as great as when he’s struggling not to thrust into your mouth.
Your mouth envelops him eagerly, your tongue lapping saliva and precum around his soft, veiny skin. You moan around him, causing vibrations to shoot straight up his toned, clenching pelvis. Sweat builds on his forehead as the ends of his dark hair begin to cover his eyes.
“You have to stop or I’m—“
“Don’t forget my rule.” You slip your lips off of him with a loud pop, ignoring the unappealing glob of saliva dripping down from the side of your mouth. Your facial expression is innocent despite the naughty nature of your current act and Yoongi couldn’t be more aroused. His cock lands on his pelvis with a loud, messy slap.
He stands, motioning for you to take his place on the couch but you swiftly shake your head. “Your turn, jagi.”
“Not now, I can’t wait. I want you.”
“Impatient girl.” He can see the hunger in your eyes but there’s hesitance swimming in his. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, trust me, I am all warmed up down there.” Although he’s seeking to pleasure you, he thinks of your comfort first, always aiming to stretch you out and make sure you’re fully lubricated before doing anything with you down there.
“I’ll be back for a taste later and that’s a promise. Now, where do you want me, jagi? I’m all yours.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, guiding him backwards to the bed. He grasps the back of your neck and tilts his head to the side, slipping in his tongue to create an even deeper bond between the two of you. His wet muscle clashes against yours as his other hand delicately fiddles with the loose spaghetti strap of your dress. He breaks for a moment, lips puffy and eyes heavy with lust before helping you peel off your dress in one smooth swoop.
The air in his body suddenly escapes his lungs when he looks at you, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. The moonlight glistens over your sweaty skin, highlighting your curves and shape. You used to be so shy in front of him but now you stand confidently, hands resting neatly over your hips like the art that you are. “I’m so in love with you. How did you find me?” he murmurs in admiration, happily giving into the spell your body casts on him. He isn’t asking about tonight; he’s asking about this lifetime, how the stars aligned your paths on the fateful day you met.
A loud thud from across the hotel room interrupts his sweet reverie like the chime of a bell striking midnight. Yoongi’s head shoots in the direction of the front door before he whispers a quiet, “I’ll be right back.”
He drags himself to the door, adjusting his long t-shirt over his boxers to cover the raging hard-on he’s got hidden underneath.
“Hyung!” slurs a voice from the other side with a few lazy bangs on the door. Yoongi sighs, rubbing his tired temple as he tries to gather his remaining patience. He barely opens the door in the hopes of somehow steering Jimin away but the younger’s face is merely inches away from the lock. His eyes are red with exhaustion, cheeks pink with intoxication. No one can drink like Jimin and be perfectly stable the next day.
“It’s late. What do you need? I’m really busy right now.”
“You’re always busy, Yoongi! I can’t find my room key. It was in my pocket before and now it’s not.”
“Did you ask Jungk—“
“Jungkook doesn’t have it, either!”
“Lower your voice.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”
“So you decided to come bother me. Are you sure you looked in all of your pockets? Thoroughly?”
The younger rolls his eyes before frantically patting the back of his skin-tight jeans with his palms. “Ye—“ His eyes go wide as saucers when he whips out the plastic card from his front pocket. “Hyung, you’re the best.”
“I know,” he answers quickly before glancing back at you in bed, thin sheet tucked tightly up to your chin. “Is that all?”
Jimin’s brows knit together curiously as he tries to look over Yoongi’s blocking shoulder. “Wait, is she here alread—”
“Goodnight.”
With a slam, Yoongi makes his way back to you, crawling over your figure as his face aligns with your neck. You giggle when he tickles the length of your throat with the tip of his nose, sniffing and kissing messily.
“I feel like a teenager or something, hiding like this.”
“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “Jimin lost his room key for the third time this month. Can you believe that? The only time he’s not a complete mess is when he’s dancing and even then he’s the biggest klutz in the room behind Namjoon.”
“You don’t think he heard us, right?”
“Probably not.”
“Hmm.”
“Well, you sound disappointed. Did you want him to hear us?”
“No, that’s ridiculous,” you insist nervously, trying to assure him that you’re not entertained by the idea of being caught or listened to while fucking.
“You’re such a bad liar.”
“I’m gonna go hide under a rock now and never come out. Ever.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s good when you tell me what you really want; it helps me better understand how to pleasure you. We all have desires.” If you were a puzzle, Yoongi would know you forwards, backward, and back around if it was possible. “We’ve been dating for years and you still manage to blow my mind away.”
“Yoongi!”
“There you go again. I can’t win with you.”
“You can’t win but I’ll battle it out with you forever.”
There goes that word: forever. It sends some running for the hills but for you two, it’s the only way to express how much you love each other. Forever is an eternity. The thought of you, the greatest woman in the world, wanting to spend the rest of your days with him gives him enough confidence to do anything.
“You ready?” he asks you sweetly, aligning himself with your entrance as he pushes a stray hair away from your forehead. You hold your panty to the side, nodding and swiveling your hips as an invite. His hard tip prods at the soft skin of your lips and the anticipation is enough to set your skin on fire. “You’re so warm,” he groans, sliding another inch inside of you.
Your silky walls envelop him, welcoming him with tight clenches and liquid heat. You can feel every ridge and bump of his dick and just when you think he’s bottomed out completely, he continues to work himself into you. “Wow, it’s been a really long time.”
He pauses. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, keep going.” His hot breath fans over your face and you can smell the remnants of his minty toothpaste. “Your breath smells so goo—ugh!”
With a creamy slap and a loud groan, his pelvis hits yours. The pressure of his thick cock pushing against your cervix is heavy but he waits for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the sensation. “Damn, Yoongi, did your dick grow while you were out, too?”
“Clearly, you’ve forgotten what it feels like when I fuck you so let me give you a reminder.” He slowly guides himself out of you only to ram back in, full force until you’re completely full once again. He does this a few times and you begin to moan as each of his thrusts glides in smoother than the last, creating a slippery rhythm of pressure and pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan, body jostling as he rocks himself into you. Your round breasts bounce with his movements, tempting him to massage each supple mound. Your hard, neglected nipples prick against the palm of his hand, reminding him of their presence.
“You’re so good to me,” he answers before you share a wet kiss. “I don’t deserve you.”
“I love you.” Although you feel him plunged deep inside, it’s not enough. You hold onto his broad shoulder, gazing at him with desire. “Harder.”
Your request isn’t one he wants to ignore so with a light slap of your thigh, he motions for you to flip over. “Turn around.”
With one hand tightly grasping your lower back for balance, he uses the other to guide his cock against your slit, rubbing up and down until he settles on sliding against your puffy clit. He groans as he slips inside of you again but this time, he massages your pearl between his index and middle fingers, rolling and drawing circles around the tender organ until he hears your breathing become more erratic. You grind over his fingers to create friction before you find yourself fucking him as he stands still behind you.
“Do you like that?” you ask.
“Yes—ugh—keep fucking yourself on me.” He moans, placing his hands on the back of his own hips to give you full control of thrusting. “I bet you wish they were watching.”
“Who?”
“Jimin. The staff. The guys. All of them.”
You clench around him.
He continues, “Hell, even ARMY. Imagine how angry and surprised they’d be when they realize I have a girlfriend and that we have sex.”
“Yoongi,” you whisper weakly, giving into the obscene ideas leaving his mouth. The possessive nature of his words arouses you more than you’d like to admit. “Don’t joke around about that, it’s dangerous.”
“That’s exactly why you like it. Admit it.”
Suddenly, he’s whipped around until his wrists remain bound against the bed, your body hovering over his in a determined crouch. You lick your lips, satisfied with his surprised reaction. “Stop now before you get yourself in trouble.”
He has the nerve to lick his lips before he cracks a mischievous, gummy smile. “What are you going to do about it?”
Your lips crash against his, teeth clashing and tongues tangling as your bodies passionately intertwine. He chuckles into your sweet mouth and you try to kiss away any remaining bits of his charming attitude. The two of you begin to rock slowly, with his length still stroking inside of you and perusing your wet walls. His fingers tickle your clit once again and you become aware of the stirrings low in your stomach.
You stifle a particularly loud moan as his tip strokes that small, spongey patch along the inside of your entrance exactly the right way, back and forth and over again. “I-I’m close,” you manage and Yoongi takes your statement as a request.
“You can cum, baby. Take your time. I’ve got you,” he coos, soothing your anxious limbs that are desperate for release. “Let me see. Show me how you—oh, fuck, there it is. You’re squeezing me so tight, fuck. You’re so beautiful.”
He helps you ride your wave of euphoria as it quickly crashes over your body without warning. Tiny sparks of pleasure emit from your pelvic area like shocks of electricity, triggering a spasm of kicks starting from your calves. You clutch onto him tightly, using his shoulders like an anchor to work you through the rest of your orgasm.
His follows soon after yours. In a matter of minutes, he’s sputtering and groaning like a babbling mess, spilling his seed onto your entrance and stomach in thick, white ropes. You stick your finger into his juices and clean it with a quick swipe it with your tongue.
He smiles shyly as his pale cheeks turn pink, slightly embarrassed at your open and eager display for his cum. He pads to the bathroom and returns with a small towel to clean you off.
“You’re so gentle,” you remark, admiring the way he softly rubs at your skin.
“These towels are rough,” he answers absentmindedly, too focused on making sure your body is practically sparkling clean. He folds the towel and tosses it into the bathroom before slipping on his black boxers once again. You reach for your discarded panties using your toes, too tired and lazy to leave his plush bed. All he does is complain about hotel beds but this one couldn’t be any cozier.
You tug the sheets over your waist and fluff the seemingly-unused pillow on the left side of the bed. Is it too much of a stretch to believe he doesn’t sleep on that side since it’s usually yours when you sleep together at home? Probably.
“Go turn off the TV and come cuddle. I’m sleepy,” you mumble as half of your vision is suddenly covered with your tired and heavy eyelids.
When he locks the door, turns off the lights, and hops into bed beside you, he can faintly hear the beginnings of your light snores. He settles behind you, tucking his arm over your waist before you nestle into his chest.
For the first time in a long time, Yoongi drifts to sleep with a smile on his face. There’s no pain in his back and the pillows and blankets work together tonight to keep him warm, comfortable, and safe as he dreams that you visited and laid there beside him. He wakes up only once to make sure that his dreams are a reality and sure enough, there you are, legs curled up and body angled into his. He sleeps for the rest of the night in peace, not a single sound or thought to interrupt him as he makes up for the lost rest time he’s needed for months.
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In The Bronx - Hongjoong (7 + Epilogue)
Part: 7 of 7 PLUS EPILOGUE
Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Fluff
Word Count: 2.7k
Requested: no
Warnings: MC is a black female, swearing, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi,
NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.
The ride home was jubilant, with Minjoon shouting about the games Hongjoong missed, as well as gushing about a girl he had started seeing recently.
“So you wait till I’m locked up to date someone?” Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. “I’m happy for you, though. Just don’t get her pregnant, or I’m gonna have to head back to my cell.”
Minjoon rolled his eyes. “And like I said before if you get Santana pregnant, I’m gonna fight you too.”
Santana laughed. “Not this conversation again.” She shook her head.
“You mean this is a normal thing?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.
“More than I’d like to admit,” Santana said, barely audible over the brotherly bickering next to her.
Seonghwa parked the car in front of Hongjoong’s building and everyone exited the car.
“It feels good to be back,” Hongjoong said, stretching from the ride.
They entered the apartment, filling up the living room.
“Of all the times I’ve been in here, seeing you here is a damn good feeling, Boss,” Seonghwa said, patting Hongjoong’s back.
“Thanks, man. I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you. Well, more like apologize.”
Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. “Apologize for what?”
“For that day when I made you second in command. You were trying to leave, and I wrapped you further into the business. Sitting in my cell, I thought how many times you mentioned culinary school to me back then. I didn’t take you into consideration when I made my decision; I honestly just couldn’t see myself running this shit without you. But I know it’s not what you wanted, so I’m sorry.”
Seonghwa shook his head. “When you appointed me, I could’ve easily said right then and there that I was leaving the business. I had the power to tell you that I didn’t want the position. But I didn’t. I realized how important it was for you to have someone who truly had your back as your right hand, and I knew that person was me. Besides, who else could you trust with your double life? Who else would run around taking product from here back to the warehouse just to make sure your brother never found out? Who would take over the entire place while you were locked up? Even back then, I knew it would have to be me. I had to be there for you. And I have been because you’re my boy. I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging. Not now, not ever. Plus, I still have time to go to school, right?” Seonghwa smiled.
Hongjoong returned the smile. “I guess you’re right. But I have more to tell you. All of you. While I was awaiting trial, I met Minjoon and I’s father.”
“You met WHO now?” Santana said.
“I must not be hearing correctly. It sounds like you said you met our father.” Minjoon’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.
“I need a drink,” Seonghwa stated, heading for the fridge.
“I did. He was my cellmate, actually.”
“You shared a cell with your deadbeat father? The universe is never in your favor.” Santana shook her head.
“When I first got there, he wouldn’t show his face or even acknowledge me. I took it as a blessing because you never know who’s in there, you know? After MJ and Tana visited and I went back to my cell, he started asking all these questions. How was my visit, who was the girl I was drawing, if she visited me, a whole lotta shit.”
“You drew me when you were in? You can DRAW?” Santana blurted out.
“Focus! Anyway, I asked him why he was there and if he gets any visitors. He said no, and that he has a bunch of enemies because he’s in there for murder.”
“MURDER? Did he kill mom?” Minjoon interrupted.
“Can all of you shut the FUCK up? Damn. So long story short, he calls me a nickname only my mom ever called me so I ask him how the fuck he knows that shit and he turns to me for the first time and I recognize the scar on his face immediately. So I nearly flipped my shit and after coming back from talking to Sarah crazy ass, I told him to leave me alone. Did he? No. he keeps talking and tells me that not only is he the guy that took my mom away, but he was also both my and Minjoon’s father. I called his bluff, thinking he was only saying that shit to get me to open up to him. But he told me some stuff that not many people know. He even knows about my birthmark. So at this point, I ask him like what the fuck, you know? So he tells me how because he was a kingpin, mom didn’t want us anywhere near him. She might’ve been an addict, but she wanted to protect us from his lifestyle. So, one day, after five years of mom refusing to live with him, he decided to come up with the master plan of kidnapping her. Told her that either she leaves with him or he killed us. He knew she would choose to save us, so it was a no brainer. He said she was the reason the cops found us; she wanted to make sure we’d be okay. She always tried to track us down, keep an eye on us. She felt guilty when I dropped out. The day he let her free to go find us, she was tagged by a drug dealer she owed money to. She didn’t make it.”
The room fell silent as nobody could find the right words to say.
“Well, sounds like everyone needs a drink.” Seonghwa grabbed glasses from the cupboard, filling them with Hennessey.
“Really?” Minjoon asked when Seonghwa handed him a glass.
Seonghwa shrugged. “It’s not like this is your first drink. We found you stumbling around Brooklyn when HJ got arrested. And again in November after that Thanksgiving party in Brownsville. And the Halloween party back in October. Oh yeah and the-”
“Okay. I think everyone gets it, Seonghwa. Thanks.” Minjoon grabbed the glass, visibly embarrassed.
Seonghwa handed a glass to Santana before grabbing an empty glass and giving it to Hongjoong. He dumped the remaining contents of the bottle, filling his glass to the brim. “Bottoms up, bro. You need it.” He said, causing everyone to laugh.
Hongjoong sipped from his glass. “I haven’t tasted alcohol in so long. God damn. Before I’m too drunk to talk, I wanted to say this. The whole point of me telling you this story was that I did some thinking while I was in there. My dad didn’t go to high school. I dropped out. He was a kingpin. I’m a kingpin. He’s in jail. I was in jail. I wanna break the cycle. I want out. No more of this hustlin shit.”
“So, without the drug dealing, what are you gonna do?” Minjoon asked.
“I’m gonna get a real job. Go back to school for Music Production and Engineering. Probably minor in Songwriting. Santana’s been telling me to make it a profession, and I’m gonna do just that.”
“Have you ever produced before?” Minjoon asked, becoming confused when the rest of the room erupted in laughter.
“You really live under a fucking rock,” Seonghwa said.
“Have you ever heard songs by a producer named Kilo?” Santana asked Minjoon.
“Oh yeah. All the time. DaBaby just used a beat by him, I think.”
“Yeah, well. It was made in your living room.” Hongjoong smirked.
“No way. YOU made those beats? What the fuck were you selling drugs for?”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Those drugs made sure you had clothes on your back and food in your greedy ass stomach. Be grateful.”
“So, with you gone, what happens with the warehouse?” Seonghwa asked.
“That’s another thing I wanted to discuss with you. I need one more favor.” Hongjoong asked, giving him a knowing look.
Seonghwa nodded immediately, seeming to pick up what he was putting down.
“Do you two have a secret language or something? The fuck is this?” Minjoon asked.
“We’re kingpin and second in command. How else do you think we talk to each other?” Hongjoong asked, setting his glass down. “I think we should all head to the warehouse later. There’s a speech I have to give.”
They all headed out to eat at City Island, indulging in crab legs and lobster tails to celebrate Hongjoong’s release. Afterward, they made their way down to the new warehouse, which Hongjoong had yet to see fully renovated. Mitch was working as lookout and opened the door immediately upon hearing the kingpin’s voice.
“Welcome back, Boss.” Mitch dapped Hongjoong up. “Hey y’all! The boss is back!”
Cheers and applause echoed through the warehouse as Hongjoong made his way to the center of the room.
“Thanks, y’all, I appreciate it. I wanted to take this time to talk to all of you. When I started this lifestyle, I did it all for that guy right there.” He pointed to Minjoon. “When I gained custody of him, I was 18, a high school dropout, and dumb. I didn’t know the first thing about raising someone. I just knew I wanted life to be easy for him. I’m sure that’s the reason for many of you being here. But in being here as well as in Sing Sing, I realized this isn’t something I want to do for the rest of my life. As great as Rodney was, I don’t want to grow old in this business and retire to Florida after selling dope for all my life. I have dreams I want to pursue, things I want to do. I want to give my girl the life she deserves, without fearing that I’m going to be snatched away at any time. Because of this, I’ve decided to step down as kingpin. I hope you all understand my reasons. That being said, I am leaving Dragon in charge of the business. But, I know Dragon doesn’t want to do this forever either, so for that reason, I am leaving the fate of the business in his hands.”
He turned to Seonghwa. “Dragon. Whatever you want to do, keep the business running, dissolve it, that’s your decision. You’ve held the business down when I needed you the most, so I trust you to run it in my departure. As for all of you, it was an honor working with you. And next time you see me, don’t call me boss. It’s HJ.” Hongjoong said. Everyone began clapping again, some even shaking Hongjoong’s hand and expressing their admiration and respect for his decision and how he handled the situation.
Hongjoong finally makes it out of the crowd and walks towards Minjoon and Santana.
“Well HJ, ex-kingpin, now what?” Minjoon asked, smiling.
Hongjoong shrugged. “The rest of my life. Whatever that is.”
*3 years later*
Hongjoong walked into his penthouse condo, setting his backpack on the floor. A swift pair of feet are heard from the back of the apartment before a sudden force knocks him off his feet. He laughed, wrapping his arms around the small frame.
“Hey pretty girl, how was school?” He asked, setting her down.
“Good! How was school for you?”
“It was great, thanks for asking. Where’s Santana?” He walked into the living room.
“She went to the supermarket with Minjoon. She asked if I wanted to go, but I didn’t want you to come home and be alone.” She said, twirling her pigtails.
Hongjoong chuckled. “You stayed home all by yourself for me? My hero.” He sat down on the couch, the little girl right behind him.
“Hey, Soojin.”
“Yes?” She looked up at Hongjoong.
“You like living here? With me, Santana and Minjoon?”
Soojin nodded eagerly. “I love it here. You and Minjoon are the best brothers ever and Santana takes me shopping, makes me yummy food, and she paints my nails!”
Hongjoong smiled. After he stepped down as kingpin, he enrolled into Columbia University. He started working at Costco’s with San (for real this time) and with the money he made as kingpin, he bought a condo. Minjoon enrolled in Columbia as well, earning a full ride for playing football and choosing to study Business Management. Santana, after saving up was able to open Santana’s Threads, her very own boutique.
Hongjoong, after much thought, began to visit his father in jail. He decided that although his father didn’t deserve a son, he deserved a father. Minjoon was against it for a while, but eventually accepted visiting their father, whose name they learned was Chungho.
During one of their visits, they found out they had another sibling.
“Wait. We have a sister?” Minjoon asked incredulously.
Chungho nodded. “Soojin. She’s 5.”
“Where is she if you’re in here?” Hongjoong asked.
“Foster care. I have no relatives for her to live with, and without knowing where you were, there was no other choice.”
“Can we get her? She should be with family.” Minjoon asked.
“Are you sure? It’s not your responsibility, so I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured.” Chungho looked at Hongjoong.
“Like Minjoon said, she deserves to be with family.” He nodded.
“I’ll talk to my social worker. I really appreciate you, boys. I know I don’t deserve even a second of your time but believe me when I say I’m grateful. And thank you for accepting Soojin. I could never repay you.”
The fight for custody was tedious and much lengthier than Hongjoong remembered from when he fought for Minjoon. His incarceration came up, and for a while, he thought his case would be thrown away. Once the judge had a long talk with Judge Jackson, who presided over the murder case, he decided to disregard it. The boys were eventually granted custody, and they brought Soojin home. For months, she wouldn’t speak. She’d sit in a corner and refuse to interact. It wasn’t until Hongjoong asked her what was wrong did she speak.
“Every time I’m happy somewhere, the lady in the black suit takes me somewhere else.”
“The lady in the black suit? You mean the caseworker?” Hongjoong asked.
Soojin nodded.
“Soojin, no one is gonna take you away from us. This is your home. If anyone tries to take you from here, they’re gonna have to fight me. Because you’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck here. Forever. With me.” He said, making a silly face.
Soojin laughed, jumping into his arms.
From that day on they were inseparable. They enrolled Soojin in the local elementary school, and they all took turns picking her up. To everyone’s surprise, Soojin was amazing at soccer. So, every Saturday they would attend her little league game. Afterward, they’d go out for lunch together as a family.
The door opened, and in walked Santana and Minjoon with bags of groceries.
“Hey, baby.” Santana said, kissing Hongjoong.
“Bleh.” Soojin made a face.
“What do you mean ‘bleh’? huh?” Santana said, tickling Soojin and making her giggle.
“It is bleh, I agree with Soojin.” Minjoon chimed in.
“What you need to do is shut up and put those groceries away. Today’s the grand opening for The Majestic Dragon.”
Santana jumped up off the couch. “Today? Shit, I forgot! Hurry up Minjoon, we can’t be late!”
After Hongjoong’s resignation, Seonghwa chose to dissolve the business. While some of the workers chose to do their own thing, Seonghwa and several of the warehouse’s men went into a business venture together. They all completed culinary school and used their savings to begin construction of their new restaurant. After almost a year, it was finally complete, and Seonghwa invited Hongjoong and everyone to the grand opening. As for the Coca Twins, the revelation of their affiliation with Bianchi and Sarah tarnished their reputation in the streets, their customers scrambling to find other vendors. They were also put on probation for false accusations and their involvement in dozens of other cases. Bianchi and Sarah were tried and found guilty for several accounts of false imprisonment and corruption, as well as falsifying a police report. They were each sentenced to 15 years and they had to surrender their badge and license.
They all got dressed and put Soojin in her best dressed before driving to Manhattan for the opening. They made it just in time for the ribbon-cutting, Seonghwa smiling brightly as they walked over.
“You’re right on time. Thanks for coming.”
“Is this your store, Uncle Hwa?” Soojin asked.
“Of course it is! Remember I was gonna make a big store and cook you lots of food? This is where I’m gonna cook it. Just for you.” He pinched her cheek.
“The one girl he’s ever been sweet to,” Hongjoong mumbled. Santana laughed.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, and Soojin, I present to you, The Majestic Dragon!” Seonghwa shouted as he cut the ribbon and the crowd cheered.
“Well, ex-kingpin, how’s life treating you now?” Santana asked.
Hongjoong squeezed her hand. “Never been better.”
Stephie here! I hope you all enjoyed this AU. It’s my first ever Ateez writing, and I’m really proud of it. I might make another AU elaborating on Seonghwa’s story (this would be set in epilogue times, not another POV of this one if that makes sense)
Thank you so much for reading!
#ateez#ateez fluff#ateez angst#ateez fanfic#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho
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Baby’s First Fic Rec List
Well Hello There! Somehow I made it to 366 followers!! I intended to do this celebration for 350 but, y’know, life, holidays.... So here it is now!
I haven’t been around this fandom very long, but I have never felt so at home and welcomed by a fandom. I’ve also spent the last year or so reading Destiel fic like it was my calling, my passion, my civic duty. Fun fact: when you dive into a fandom with 12 years of accumulated fanfic, there’s a deep deep well to draw from.....
And so, in honor of 350(ish) followers and my first year(ish) with this fandom, I present to you this list of recommendations! Just some faves and things I enjoyed reading . All are Destiel. Most are smutty. Mix of canonverse and AU, fluff and grit, plot and silliness. Some preference given to fics with fewer hits/kudos/comments than I think they deserve.
Happy reading!
....The Non-Smut....
mistletoe & peppermint cocoa by navylights
Rated T
5.5k
Summary: Cas and Dean are on a mission: to pick up the perfect Christmas tree for their first Christmas with everyone alive and well.And while Cas and Dean are out shopping, and buying cocoa on a snowy afternoon, a certain meddling younger brother is putting up mistletoe in the bunker.(Or, the absurdly fluffy Christmas carols/cocoa/mistletoe/tree decorating/Christmas lights fic of your dreams)
Dean Winchester’s Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent
Rated T
11.2k
Summary: Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...
(Reccer’s note: It’s kind of rare to see really excellent extended-cast ensemble work in fanfic. But this? This is that.)
Raisin D’etre by starsinursa
Rated G
1.1k
Summary: Apparently, Castiel hates raisins.
(Reccer’s note: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING ON TWO LEGS.)
....Absolute Faves.....
Our Bodies, Possessed By Light by obstinatrix
Rated E
40k
Summary: Purged of all his souls, Castiel is a changed being, stronger than an angel and too powerful for Jimmy's body to contain. Happily, there's an archangel's vessel on hand, and he could use fixing, too. Dean isn't too happy about the idea of his brother acting as a vessel for Castiel, and Sam can guess why, but it isn't until Castiel gets inside his head and they learn to share the vessel -- and their thoughts -- that Sam realises Cas is as in love with Dean as Dean is with him. It's unfortunate that there's nothing much to be done about it now, but Castiel will get another vessel soon. The Winchesters will make damn sure of that. In the meantime, it's up to the three of them to establish their own strange accord, and Dean realises more fully than ever that it's Castiel, and not his vessel, that he loves.
(Reccer’s note: Don’t let the premise squick you. This is very CLEARLY a Destiel story, in spite of Sam’s front row seat. I love all the relationships in this fic, Sam and Dean’s brotherly antagonizing/affection, Sam and Cas’s growing friendship, Cas and Dean’s straining, passionate adoration. All three of them are superbly written, but Cas especially. This also has some of the most scorchingly hot not-quite-sex ever written. Seriously. How can something be so fucking hot when everyone’s wearing two layers of clothing? Beats me.)
Rock ‘n’ Roll Queer Bar (series) by ChasingRabbits
Rated E
126.7k
Summary: Ellen and Jo Harvelle run Harvelle's Roadhouse, a bar that unintentionally becomes a beacon for wayward queer souls. Her employees: Dean, the smartass runaway with a big heart and bigger mouth; Castiel, the college drop-out turned hippie; his (surprisingly heterosexual) trouble-making brother Gabriel; and Charlie, who has been told several times that the back room is not to be used for after-hours Dungeons & Dragons games. But there's a lot of love in this place, and a new family for anyone who may otherwise be without.
(Reccer’s note: The description doesn’t really do this series justice. This is the most realistic and beautifully and believably written long-term relationship I have ever read. They go through so much together, and they do it all TOGETHER. It’s beautiful. I devoured this in a day and a half, then went right back to the beginning and read it all over again. It’s Just. That. Good.)
Lots more under the cut!
....Shorts....
Angel-Mine by reluctant
Rated E
4.3k
Summary: Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see."
Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?"
"Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted.
"You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"
Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons
Rated E
6.1k
Summary: post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards." Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.
Angelus Domini by xylodemon
Rated E
3.2k
Summary: "You're a fucking dick," Dean says, right to God's face.
(Reccer’s note: In which Dean and Sam gain some heavenly grace and Dean and Cas don’t waste any time at all.)
we can watch the white doves go by xylodemon
Rated E
2.7k
Summary: "Wait," Dean says, just as the door snicks closed. It comes out as barely whisper; he clears his throat and tries again, a little louder this time. "Cas, I -- wait."
Oh! Darling! by castielsdemons
Rated M
6.6k
Summary: Now that Castiel has fallen, Dean wants to let him know how much he cares about him. And if it takes two or three (or eight) tries to get it right, then so be it. Or, the seven times Dean tried to tell Cas he loves him and the one time he actually got it right.
....Mid-length....
The Curious Case of Dean’s Missing Libido by thejabberwock
Rated E
7k
Summary: It’s been weeks since Castiel told Dean he loves him. Weeks since Dean answered him with a kiss. It’s been weeks, and they haven’t had sex.
Pronoun yourself out of this one, Dean by zation
Rated E
11k
Summary: When Dean gets hit by a gender-swapping witch spell it not so fun for anyone, until it’s kinda fun. Or, The one where Dean gets to discover a whole lot of new things. Like what nice hands Cas has, for instance.
Freckles by 2spooky4u
Rated E
7k
Summary: "I had to draw all them perfectly," Cas insists, and Dean suddenly can't get rid of the image of Cas, clutching on to a Crayola washable marker, jamming it into his skin forcefully like a little kid mashes his markers on the paper in a vehement attempt to make the color deeper.
"And now you're insulted 'cause I don't appreciate 'em?" Dean asks, bewildered.
"No," Cas lies petulantly.
"Huh." The stubborn child version of Cas Dean has painted in his mind is now clutching his paper possessively, shielding it from scrutiny.They drive in silence for a while. "Thank you for making my freckles," Dean grouses finally, knowing that it's the only way Cas will forgive him.
((((OR, IN WHICH CAS LIKES DEAN AND HIS FRECKLES, AND DEAN IS STUBBORNLY HETEROSEXUAL))))
Sam Accidentally Sees the Whole Picture by almaasi
Rated E
10.4k
Summary: Sam's been through a lot lately, what with tonight's hunt rendering his skin an aching shade of purple and all. He can deal with Dean being overly concerned about Cas' broken finger, and - God help him - he puts up with the sound of their preposterously soppy love confessions and first kisses on the adjacent bed. But he cannot be expected to remain silent and feign sleep throughout the entire duration of their first-ever lovemaking session. He just can't. Especially not, because it seems apparent that Cas is more intent on deflowering himself than letting Dean do it.
The Things We Did (But Never Spoke Of) (series) by BadassCompany
Rated E
17.9k
Summary: Now and then, when there is quiet from the bloodshed and chaos of the world, I think of Dean Winchester. About the things we did; beautiful, glorious, rough skin and wet lips; but never spoke of. He didn't want to talk, only to feel, and I didn't know what to say. ~A partially complete series of canon compliant smutty oneshots.~
worthy by jad
Rated E
14.8k
Summary: "... you wanna what, now?" Dean asks, because he definitely didn't hear that right.Castiel tilts his head, a leftover tick from his angel days that Dean would be lying if he claimed to find anything but idiotically endearing. He knows this is his own fault, owing to that rather memorable moment a week ago when Cas wandered into this very same kitchen with a (fairly) legitimate question and Dean just didn't know when to shut up.
The Adventures of Real Anal Sex (Starring Dean and Castiel) by tiptoe39
Rated E
9.7k
Summary: This is how it really happened. Because this is how it really happens. Thanks for the tweet, Astroglide -- product placement is now yours!
(Reccer’s note: Adding some of the relevant tags: Awkward Sexual Situations, yes people go to the bathroom in this fic. Butt stuff ain’t always Harlequin Romance perfect, but honestly? It’s better that way.)
Go with the Flow by starsinursa
Rated E
7.6k
Summary: The smug bastard obviously think he’s won this argument, because there’s no way Dean is following him into a yoga class. The day Dean starts saluting the sun and humming ‘om’ under his breath like he’s part of some creepy hive mind like the Borg Collective, well, he might as well just start making his own potpourri and frequenting vegan bakeries, too. Not gonna happen.So yeah, Cas is right, damn him. There’s no way in hell Dean is following him into a yoga class. There’s no way. There’s no way –- ahhh, fuck. Fuck it all.
....Novellas/Novels....
Oxymora by thejabberwock
Rated E
27.6k
Summary: Good things don’t happen to Dean, so he’s not even surprised when Cas tells him he misunderstood the I love you.
(Reccer’s note: This hurts so good. The payoff is worth the pain. Warning for Dean/others.)
riptides by sharkfish (waitforspring)
Rated E
39.9k, WIP
Summary: “I’m going to kiss you now.” Cas pauses, giving Dean a chance to back out, but Dean just licks his lips and waits. Cas’s mouth is up against Dean’s for a couple seconds before Dean responds, and then it’s Cas that’s being kissed senseless, because kissing is definitely not something Dean does tentatively. Dean reaches up to cup Cas’s jaw in his hand, tilting his head for a better angle, mouth plush, tasting like whiskey. Cas tries to remember what it was like the first time he kissed a man. All-encompassing, the world jerking off its axis, the feel of stubble under his fingers intense in a way it never really is with women, as much as he loves them.
Cabin Fever by Dangerousnotbroken
Rated E
35k
Summary: Due to a romantic-comedy level booking blunder, grumpy stress-case Dean and reclusive writer Castiel end up shuttled off to the same remote cabin for two weeks, and nobody seems to care that neither of them wants to be there. But since they’re stuck in the same cabin for the duration of their vacation, they might as well play nice and make the best of it right? Wrong. Dean’s so stressed out he can’t sit still, Cas can’t boil water without setting the place on fire, and they’re so on each other’s nerves it’ll be a miracle if either of them survives until their rides home arrive. At least the tension is just social, and not sexual, right? Right?
traveling light by sharkfish (waitforspring)
Rated E
42.8k
Summary: Cas is, impossibly, far more gorgeous in person, and he’s taller than Dean expected, and he moves with this casual grace that makes Dean’s brain short circuit.So Dean thinks he probably looks a little like a deer in the headlights when Cas catches his eyes from the door of the restaurant. He breaks out into a smile, the full, wide one that never came out in his pictures, and Dean actually goes weak in the knees. “Cas,” Dean says.“Hello, Dean,” Cas says.
(Reccer’s note: Cas is FtM trans in this story and it gives me... so many feels.)
What Once Was Sacred by saltandbyrne
Rated E
55.8k
Summary: Los Angeles detective Dean Winchester works tirelessly to atone for the sins of his father one case at a time. When his best friend Charlie drags him to visit Sam at his new job, Dean stumbles onto a bizarre string of deaths that brings him uncomfortably close to his past.Dean can't stop thinking about Castiel, an enigmatic DJ who plays the sexiest music Dean's ever heard. A chance encounter at Castiel's house reveals that Castiel is an incubus, and Dean must face the lies and the reality of his childhood as a hunter. Dean comes to see that he and Castiel have more in common than he thought, and that guilt can be the hardest thing to cast aside.
the taste of gravel in the mouth by beenghosting
Rated E
22.4k
Summary: This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.
(Reccer’s note: Warning for angst.)
PWP: Pie Without Plot by MajorEnglishEsquire, orange_crushed
Rated M
82.5k
Summary: he is in the kitchen with flour on his hands and an apron and there is flour on his forehead and cas leans across the counter and wipes it off with his thumb and dean says "thank you" and cas says "you’re welcome" very seriously and later dean makes apple turnovers and he only ruins them a little and sam realizes it’s not a real hunt like four days into it and he lets dean stay undercover for like a week and a half or longer maybe way longer because he is such a good everything
(Reccer’s note: Warning for fluff.)
Strangers on a Bus by Terene
Rated E
59.7k
Summary: Castiel is flummoxed. This is a social situation he is not equipped to handle. What is the protocol when the stranger sitting next to you on a bus, whom you incidentally find very attractive, falls asleep with his head on your shoulder?
And now, a Shameless Self Endorsement. Hope you stop by. ^__^
I’ve tagged a few authors here whose tumblrs I’m familiar with so @starsinursa @thejabberwock @xylodemon @reallyelegantsharkfish you’re in there! Many hearts to you, thanks for sharing your talents.
Others who might appreciate: @magnificent-winged-beast @daughter-of-the-rain-and-snow @saawek @sactownbrowns3 @rosemoonweaver @woahthisguy @suckerfordeansfreckles @rosemoonweaver @cas-essence @yourspecialeyes @yeneffersalamander @naruhearts @bae-in-a-trenchcoat @bend-me-shape-me @babyinthetrench @gneisscastiel @deaneatscake @silvie111 @jhoomwrites @tankewinchester @paperwhitenarcissus @thedogsled @helianthus21 @weathergirl83 @ltleflrt
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its for the extra credits [3]
SUMMARY: Seventeen-year-old Amaya Sloan didn’t really like this. The situation was just thrust upon her. What was it you ask? Well, its to tutor Hawkins’ resident Bad Boy: Billy Hargrove. Though things take a turn and it isn’t just about tutoring anymore...
CHAPTER SUMMARY: First day of tutoring; it's much worse than they thought.
A/N: Yeet! I wanna thank @strangerstuffandthingsimagines for helping me by editing. Its really helped. <3
Also, it was pretty fun delving deeper into Billy’s character. Poor boy. Anyways enjoy the fic and as always, feedback is appreciated.
Amaya never really thought about the challenge it until the day itself arrived.
Her fingers drummed against the mahogany table of Hawkin’s library, both out of nervousness and impatience. Her other hand held her chin as she browsed through the notes and extra cue cards she went as far as making just for the sake of Billy learning something.
She sighed at the empty space beside her. Steve had offered to stay with her, to help ease her conscience but something came up and that left him to babysit the Party again. She remembers him apologizing profusely during dismissal but she dismissed it, assuring him that she can handle it. He gave her a sympathetic smile before being dragged off by the impatient kids.
The girl looked around in a bored manner. Not many people were around, just a handful. The librarian was behind the desk, as usual, her dark brown hair, now streaked with thin strands of grey tied up neatly. The rest were either students or bookworms that seemed to be so immersed in whatever they were reading. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, giving the place a calm feel to it.
Amaya looked down at her watch. The time set for them to meet was 3:35 in the afternoon. It was already 4:05. She groaned internally, folding her arms under her and laying her head upon it. To pass the time, as well as to be productive, she reviewed the notes herself. Another minute passed by before the sound of wood scraping against the linoleum floor made her perk up.
“It's 4:20 where the fuck were you?” She scolded, seeing Billy take a seat across her.
He merely shrugged, an easy-going smirk on his face as he leaned back, an arm slung over the back of the chair. If the librarian weren’t so strict, he would’ve propped his feet up on the table. A dark purple bruise where the neck and shoulder meet started to bloom. As soon as Amaya’s gaze landed on the hickey, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Of fucking course…” She mumbled to herself and pulled out a textbook. “Please tell me you at least brought some of your notes… if you have any.” She mumbled the last part to herself.
Surprisingly, the denim-clad boy bent down to pull out a worn out paperback spiral notebook. There were creases on the cover of the notebook as well as the invisible pen marks dented upon it whenever it would sit under a paper Billy would write on. He threw it on the table with a small thud but nevertheless, it resounded throughout the quiet walls of the library.
The librarian’s head snapped up, the beads on her eyeglass’s strings swinging from side to side. She hushed them a little violently before turning back to her work. Amaya bit the insides of her cheeks as she inwardly cringed. Her face burned red with embarrassment.
God help me. She prayed silently before clearing her throat and sliding the cue cards she had made over to him. “Okay so let’s start with Ternary Nomenclature.”
Halfway through the session, Billy lost interest and started to let his mind drift to his other thoughts. He thought back to the good times in California where he would walk the boardwalk and let the sun beat down on him during the summer, hanging out with his friends at the beach or riding the waves on a surfboard or on a boat. He remembered how cold it would get in the bay area during the winter and how so many people would visit to see the seals and Alcatraz in San Francisco Bay Area. Most of all, he thought of his mom.
God, he missed her so much. He missed how safe he felt in his mother’s arms like he could be a little boy again and just be shielded from the world. He missed how his mom would comfort him whenever his dad was being an asshole and how she would put him to sleep at night. He remembered how she taught him to drive with the iconic blue Camaro she got him for his birthday. Billy remembered how he took care of his mom when she started getting sick and frail, how he made sure she was comfortable, had enough rest as well as sleep and that she ate enough.
The blond was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a stinging pain on his arm. “Ach- hey..!” He whispered loudly and shot a glare at the girl across him.
“You weren’t paying attention. Come on, focus.” Amaya huffed before starting over again.
As she read out some descriptions of the elements and compounds, Billy rolled his eyes and turned to face the window. All he wanted was for this stupid study session to end. Another flick to his arm made him return his attention to her.
“Hargrove. If you weren’t going to pay attention why did you even come?”
The blond’s furrowed brows relaxed after a moment of silence. He fell back into his easy-going attitude and propped his feet upon the chair beside him, his arm swinging lazily as it hung lazily over the backrest. “Why do you care so much, Sloan? I didn’t think you’d be this desperate to have my attention.”
His response made the Filipina freeze in place. A furious flush of crimson dusted her cheeks. Billy smirked at her reaction, silently gloating at how flustered she was. Whether it was from anger or something else, it didn’t fail to amuse him.
Amaya cleared her throat after a while before adjusting her notes, an effort to act unaffected by what he just said. Her gaze flickered at her surroundings before uneasily settling back at Billy. The said boy ran his tongue across his pearly whites. Once more, Amaya cleared her throat and returned to her former state.
“Are you done, Hargrove? We really need to get back to studying.” She said and straightened up.
Billy’s head rolled back lazily as he let out a quiet groan. “Ugh, what’s the point? There’s only like what,” he looked down to his watch. “ten, fifteen minutes to time? We’re both suffering here just being in each others’ presence. Let’s just book it and get out of our hairs already.”
The other gave a humorless laugh and tossed her pencil onto the table. “As much as I’d like to, we can’t because you can’t keep it in your fucking pants and caused the time to be extended. If you don’t want your precious time to be taken up by this, put this ahead instead of your other, how should I say this, sessions.” With a sigh, she ran her hand through her hair and held it out for him to shake. “Deal?”
Billy gave a sigh of his own before curtly shaking her hand. “Let’s get this shit done then.”
After what seemed like forever, Amaya snapped her textbook shut and started packing up. “Alright, we’re done. Now get out of my sight.”
“Christ, so harsh. And I thought we had something special going on.” The blond teased before fixing his own things.
She simply rolled her eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time before pushing back her chair and heading out to the parking lot’ leaving Billy behind.
Outside, Steve waited along with Lili and Dustin in the red convertible. The engine revved to life when the brunet saw her exiting the building. The shotgun door opened and she slid in, heaving a heavy sigh. The older of the two Sloans heard a sympathetic click of a tongue from behind her.
“Worse than what you expected?” Dustin inquired.
Ever since Amaya started hanging out with Steve, he had considered her as an older sister. Besides, he may or may not have a thing for her younger sister.
“Ugh.”
“That’s a yes then.”
Steve turned to her. “This is why I told you to quit while you’re ahead. Now… you’re pretty much too late.”
She smiled sarcastically, her head resting against the vinyl of the car. “Gee, thanks mom. Very positive.”
“*Kaya mo ‘yan ate.” Lili piped up and leaned forward, only to slump back once the brunet pulled out of the parking lot. “You can do it. Just… just maybe picture someone else?”
“I hope my tired brain can think something up.”
“Why don’t we just head out to Benny’s? My treat.” Steve suggested. He chuckled when he heard the joyous cheers of the kids behind him and the relieved sigh his friend let out.
And for a quick moment, Amaya forgot all about tutoring Hargrove the next day.
#stranger things oc#st oc#billy hargrove x oc#billy hargrove x ofc#billy hargrove x amaya sloan#billy hargrove#amaya sloan
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msa ch3 asks
Anonymous said: I love how msa Izuku comes across as an honest to god cryptid: can't see his face, absolutely the kind of person you'd find at a gas station at 3 am, doesn't want attention, most likely distant cousins with Mothman
msa au is just me fulfilling all of my ‘protagonist is a cryptid’ dreams by making msa izuku as cryptid as possible. favorite character archetype: cryptid
Anonymous said: so the msa au is my life right now thank u for that & I just read through the update twice so thank you for that x2 and I had to go back and look for Izuku and Kirishima's deal when it came up again and realized oh hey Kirishima agreed not to try and stop Izuku from leaving after 3 minutes and they didn't put a time limit on that i wonder if that'll come up again (& then my brain jumped to Izuku using that Forever. "we had a deal" every time it comes up. he cannot be stopped bc kiri promised)
got it in one!! izuku will abuse the wording of that deal forever if he can. good eye!
Anonymous said: relatability of msa izuku: trying, doesnt trust feds, inability to sleep, ready to jump out 4th story window at a moments notice, anti-attention-
that’s msa izuku living the cryptid life of his dreams
Anonymous said: So wait you don't have to answer this if it's a spoiler but the collarbone blood tattoo™ is what's making deku's existence confusing to electronics, maybe?
yep, you got it! normally izuku is able to keep his presence from overtly affecting the electronics around him but scripting really starts messing with them.
Anonymous said: quirkless msa deku anon and can i just say that deku looking eraserhead straight in the eye with lie detector policeman there and him saying "i don't have a quirk" and said policeman not detecting a lie is arguably the best thing i have thought of today.
tsukauchi:
tsukauchi: wh
tsukuachi: how did you even do all of [gestures at ch2 events] that without a quirk?
izuku: it’s a special talent of mine.
Anonymous said: I just read chapter 3 and oh my god oh my god oh my god. Your Izuku is who i aspire to be 24:7. Like everything he says makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time. You did good. <3
haha we are all aspiring to izuku’s levels of impromptu sass. im glad you liked the new chapter!
Anonymous said: I'm probs rlly late cuz I Love in GMT+1 which means 9 HOURS of difference but I love your writing. Man, dude, being from beyond time and space, you always manage to create the perfect harmony between comedy and suspense that has you giggling while trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe. Just. OH BOI.
this ask is so funny and sweet at the same time. i love you
@arinrowan said: it's kind of ironic that msa!izuku is exactly the kind of person who would benefit from friendship with/interacting with canon izuku.
msa izuku would benefit from friendship in general but you’re right. he needs the kind of quiet but aggressive support that canon izuku gives
Anonymous said: Cuz I'm trying to see if I can figure this out, by "told me about Kamino Ward", does that mean that Izuku tipped kirishima that that was where bakugou was? How did he know tho, did baku's spirit go to him and tell him that? Did izuku actually play a part in the rescue???? So many questions
THE ANSWER TO ALL OF THESE... [spoiler alert] is actually ‘yes.’ more soon...
Anonymous said: when they start asking questions abt kamino ward at some point he just gets fed up and says "I JUST DID IT BECAUSE THE GODDAMN CAT WOULDNT LEAVE ME ALONE. I DONT EVEN LIKE BAKUGOU" and the heroes are like :0? what if, we brought bakugou here?
izuku doesn’t even acknowledge that the kamino ward incident happens it’s like theyre just talking to a brick wall
Anonymous said: Izuku has no control over his own sass anymore and it's glorious?? Says "that'll be 500 yen" and looks surprised at himslef, says "now it's 600 yen" and looks downright mortified, the sass is too much for his smol body, sassmaster izuku ftw
to quote @salvainterra, “i love the fact that izuku never stops even when he himself thinks he should stop.” izuku listens to every nonviolent intrusive thought that crosses his mind and it both incredible and unfortunate. izuku is no longer bound by human limits
Anonymous said: msa izuku is the living embodiment of the "fuck this shit im out" song
ABSOLUTELY
Anonymous said: tbh when msa chapter 3 said that izuku slept 12 hours at nighteye's office, i was guessing that he would just passive aggressively sleep as much as possible for as long as they had him. won't give them the satisfaction of watching him wander around in his holding cell. hes in the middle of the interrogation and he puts his head down and goes to sleep (btw love your work!)
haha no he was just so exhausted he passed out for 12 hours. he hasn’t had a good nights sleep in weeks, as soon as all [gestures at ch2] this was over he just crashed
Anonymous said: Wow the new chapter is great!! Stellar as always. I can't help but imagine what's going on from Izuku's point of view with the spirits. Am I the only one who thinks Aizawa's spirit was trying to apologize or something when Izuku talked about not being forced into anything?
there was definitely some spirit stuff happening... i will say that aizawa’s fox spirit is the one who asked/persuaded izuku to tell aizawa what was Up with his quirk
Anonymous said: tbh i want to see them question izuku with a lie-detector quirk or something. like he'll say something positively ridiculous and everyone's gonna go "wait wtf he's telling the truth??!!?!!?!?!?!?"
hoho... well... buddy im not gonna say anything...
Anonymous said: Hello! I found your works recently and have an insane amount of time in the past few days going through it all, cause is all beautiful. I want to scream at you about all of them but you only get so many words with this so I'll focus on msa rn and I read chapter 3 of msa last night and since then I've been switching laughing at Izuku's sass, crying cause Izuku has so much angst involved him and I just wanna hug him, and screaming cause whAT WAS THAT CLIFFHANGER?!! Just what. Thanks for ur works-A
THANKS, thats the kind of reaction i aim for when i write something. im super happy you liked it!! <3
Anonymous said: Technically his quirk is "Being alive" or "Having a functioning body" but saying that would probably end with the same blank stares. As a side note, in the manga (and canon in general) they mentioned quirks are activated by the 'quirk factor energy' or whatever... Do you think that might mean that people who are quirkless just don't naturally have enough quirk energy to activate their latent quirks? it would also make some sense from an evolutionary standpoint, the glowing baby is from the first
generation that had enough of the qfe to actually manifest their quirk and after that generation the lowering number of quirkless could be attributed to those that have a deficit in the production of said energy and they might actually have latent quirks. The pinky toe missing could be the final mutation that causes them to have enough energy for their quirks to work.. The only issue with the theory I see is OFA not awakening latent quirks with it's energy jumpstart...
i think that’s a pretty good theory! it lines up pretty well w/ the worldbuilding in msa. as for afo, :3c
Anonymous said: Hey uh.. I know this is probably 100% non canon in your AU but I was re-reading your MSA fic and I misread something that made me think that Izuku is actually dead and his body is actually being run by his guardian spirit who possessed his body/took his place when he died... *sweats* Its a really weird.. dark idea but I thought it was sorta cool and you might like it..? um.. I'll just let myself out now
god yeah that would be so dark and everything in msa would actually be even worse than it was before
Anonymous said: When deku explains nighteye's quirk i can only think of that's so raven.
theyre valid questions...
Anonymous said: I spent my break reading the asks sent to you RE: chapter 3 of msa and I cannot stop fucking laughing over "look eraserhead dead in the eyes and tell him you don't have a quirk" thank GOD I'm supposed to be happy and smiley to everyone
honestly, this is conceptually such a powerful moment that i can’t not put it in the fic now
Anonymous said: msa izuka finally get set free but kiri has started following him around. States its official hero business but really just wants to see what other "cool shit" izuka will do.
izuku pulls an Official Cryptid Move (tm) and disappears while walking thru a liminal space
Anonymous said: i love that when aizawa starts asking about deku's quirk he's like, 'screw this i'm answering in riddles now'. this is such a great fic!!
Anonymous said: “It’s a secret,” he says. “A secret that no one knows, that one will suffer, and one-half loathes. Who knows if it’s true or not? The only thing we can confidently say is that it’s one thing that should not be.” Okay, so this is probably one of my favourite little scenes from your fic, partially because it sounds so ominous and badass and makes pretty much no sense. I loved your update, I was so tense the entire time I was reading it, but also giggling hysterically because /Izuku/ just - Izukus
hmm i sure do wonder where izuku got that riddle from... and what it means...
this riddle is just izuku complaining about everything because as long as he’s in this situation, he might as well make it perfectly clear how unhappy he is about EVERYTHING. when else is he going to have an audience for him complaining about his various maladies
Anonymous said: I think that a part thats particularly true to izuku's character is when kirishima makes the observation "damn maybe it IS good we arrested him so he can sleep" & izuku goes into a miniature coma for 12 hours bc being arrested presented the perfect opportunity for him to finally be able to sleep
nfdfsljndslfnjdf YEAH, everyone please stop this child it’s for his own good
Anonymous said: Reading know what i've made by the marks on my hands is really terrifying when not in Izuku's pov because you now know how scary?? it is for some other characters and Izuku looks crazy-- but you know he's not because cheesus???? This kid???????? Honestly I love it so much, thanks for your amazing writing and I want you to know that I enjoy it a LOT.
that’s the goal... showing how weird and strange and bizarre izuku is from everyone else’s point of view... i loved the outside pov bc i got the chance to show how much of a cryptid izuku is, something that izuku himself isn’t even aware of and thus would not make it into his pov
Anonymous said: anon who ((still)) hasn't read bnha here. chapter 3 of msa is amazing. i cannot get over the sheer amount of sass found in such a smol boy. also kirishima is quickly becoming my favorite character because of how supportive and caring he is. kirishima/deku is apparently now something to add to my armada of ships. for that i thank you. also i cannot wait for deku to meet spirit!one for all. it will either be glorious or horrible.
haha im always happy to introduce someone to the wonders of kiri/deku!! its an extremely good friendship... and in my professional opinion everyone should get on it and make it the Hot New Thing. as for ofa, ;3c
Anonymous said: I just thought of this but during Aizawa's interrogation I could totally see his spirit just blatantly looking away from Izuku while Aizawa is asking about his benefactor.
HAHA YUP, i love izuku saying all kinds of stuff about spirits and no one can make any sense of it and meanwhile the spirits are trying to tell him to stop. but izuku cannot and will not be stopped from passive aggressively vaguing about them. he WILL get his complaints in if its the last thing he does
Anonymous said: “I just fixed your entire Quirk, you cabbage.” I'm sorry but this. This is beautiful. I'M GOING TO GO AROUND CALLING PEOPLE CABBAGE NOW
i was worried it was a bit of an overused classic internet insult but this is reassuring :p
Anonymous said: every word that comes out of MSA Izuku's mouth is a blessing
but not to our three heroes and their intrepid intern sidekick...
Anonymous said: Shit after the msa chapter i've got so many questions about Kamino. Did the rescue occur the same with minor variations? Is AfO still down? Did All Might fckin die? Has OfA been passed down yet? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS
im uncreative and unoriginal with canon events so we’ll see.... we’ll see.
Anonymous said: MSA CHAPTER 4! I just found it today and I'm already rereading it. I did not know how much I needed sassy dead inside izuku. I Love this fic so much! That cliff hanger was so good! I'm so exciting to see more of izuku's pov. I love kiri but like I can't get enough of this izuku and his thoughts and reactions to things. This is so well written. The pacing in chapter 2 was so good. It felt like a heist and then keeping the readers guessing with not knowing if he was gonna get away was so good!
thank you so much!! im really glad you enjoyed the story that much <3 <3 sassy izuku is a pleasure to write honestly, can’t wait to see him more in future chapters
Anonymous said: Ohhhhhh you should update msa! It's so unbelievably good! I love the interaction between kirishima and izuku! Like I'm so excited to learn more about kamino ward and how that's gonna affect izuku going free and keeping his identy safe
:3c
Anonymous said: In chalter 2 of the msa au, did Kirishima think anything about how Deku said "I swear to every spirit I know"?
he dismissed it as a kind of weird, niche turn of phrase. like oh, guess this guy believes in spirits and junk, but im more worried about literally every other weird thing he’s done today
Anonymous said: So does MSA!Izuku always mess with attempts to record his presence? I feel like this would be kind of a major problem when it comes to getting himself a school ID or the like. (He's going to school somewhere, so he must have a school ID stashed somewhere). You know, they could potentially use this to track his identity down. They can try contacting schools to see if any had issues with one student needing to have an excessive number of photo retakes.
nope, usually izuku can keep it under control! the blood sigil on his collarbone is what really let him passively affect the electronics.
Anonymous said: Ok so msa!Izuku says "he shouldn't" exists, and when I first read that I was really confused, do you mean he shouldn't exist in the way that he sees things he shouldn't, or that he literally should not exists and Inko has no freaking clue where he came from/he was not a planned child?
yes to the first proposal. other than that, spoilers...
#I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS BEFORE I FINISHED ABORT ABORT ABORT#ok i finished we're all good now.#ask#ask compilation#msa stuff
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Kay, new icon is Vriska’s dice cause the gradient was lame, and every Vriska blog halfway to sunday has already had every photo of her face as their icon twice. It also works cause of yknow liking dnd and stuff. one thing I really liked about my last vriska pic one was the negative space made it feel like it popped and I feel like this one has sort of the same thing going for it. Wow, it can be that deep. I’m just rambling cause it’s 3am and yet again I have stayed up this long. I can;t wait til it’s winter again so I can force myself back into a normal sleep schedule. I stayed up all night a couple nights ago, and that gave me one decent night of sleep so I might just try that again tonight. Rest put under the readmore because it’s irrelevant and sleep deprived rambling I wouldn’t dare subject my beautiful followers and browsers to.
While I’m here, posting a late night thing no one will see or interact with; thank god; I was cleaning and I came across one of those neck warmer things that legit just a tube you pull up your face to keep your nose from freezing off because Canada Winters, I never can use them because I always fog up my glasses, and I just wanted to say that Niqabi gals with glasses are so brave? Legit if I had to deal with my glasses fogging up I’d die, I’d rather lose my nose to frostbite than fog them up (like I go outside enough loll) so for them to deal with that everyday is like, legendary. I mean, I guess if you were pretty antisocial you wouldn’t have to deal with it much but still, point totally stands.
While we’re on the positivity train? Lesbians? y’all really like Vriska HUH? Thank you for interacting, I appreciate, yall are so valid. I’m torn between “You have good taste” jokes and “Yall will just like anything w/ vriska in it” and either way it takes too strong a stance on my own content to feel good about it. Obvs goes the same way for all the NB and Trans ppl interacting, yall are also Excellent and I appreciate yall. Obvs I’m cis so I don’t have any real godtier takes or anything abt. gender, but reading your guyss stuff is excellent please keep making it.
Uh sexuality update; Still labelling as bi, IDK if I really want to date men tho, before I actually and FINALLY get a taste of the other side; please; because I feel like the problem with my relationships re; dudes is just that I can’t just be myself, I’m just 900000% in my own head about it and not even like; trying to be idealized, idk whats going on I just have a hard time connecting w/ them and it’s defo my fault so idk bro. IDK it’s fun to have crushes but dating is BORING from my very limited experience with only guys which is why a gf would be excellent. Or girl aligned partner. I feel like maybe what I’m attracted to is like, femininity, not necessarily femmes or women. IDK bruh it’s weird. doesn’t help I can’t even figure out how to get and keep friends LOLLL it’s 3am. Sorry
Honestly before I started vrisrose posting I felt so useless yknow cause in the vriska circles there are a lot of intelligent people who understand canon better and are overall smarter and better spoken so I just felt like everything I had to say was just old hat and not very interesting. But the thing I like about VrisRose is no one else is talking about it as frequently ( I was searching the tag and my blog came up in the recco’s for blogs up top and I was very happy) so I feel like, hey, this is my niche. That one engineer of useless inventions quote: The best way to become top of your field is to specialize:, I jsut love rarepairs so much! I think it’s such a great way to approach character analysis because no one exists in a vaccum so seeing peoples interactions and what people like is so fun!!!! I say, invalidating all my personal issues lollll
CHARACTER ANALYSIS! FUCK TALKING ABOUT INTERACTIONS OR ACTIONS ON THEIR OWN OR THOUGHTS OR HC’S, I STAND BY MY ONE TAAKO ‘vriska did nothing wrong’ QUOTE; Trying to understand what characters morals, and their opinions on certain things by analyzing their opinions and interactions in canon is 500x more productive seeming to me than other things. Like, say taako’s thoughts about vriska, V and Lucretia are p similar actions wise, and he was pissed at her but that was mostly cause of the personal connections, when it doesn’t affect him Taako doesn’t seem to have any moral objections to any of the icky moral stuff; think robot planet or whatevs where they were gonna genocide the place and lup was like no and that was like the only reason he didn’t I’m pretty sure, I’m not too big brained on taako or adventurezone either so don’t take my word; So I think that Taak’s would be chill with Vriska. Another thing? The Lucretia thing was like, giving up which Taako is not ok with and Vriska thigns were about not giving up so I do legit think he would be totally coool with her, even if she were real, unless obvs she hurt one of the seven bird red robe people and their new friends.
ISN;T THAT SUCH A FUN METHOD OF CHARACTER ANALYSIS? I’m not drunk or in an altered state just tired enthusiastic and with a lot of pent up thoughts. Speaking of which, this song just came on it’s “Slowdance with you” by the Marcus Hedges Trend Orchestra and it is SOOOOO good, it’s on a vrisrezi playlist I put on bc I’m rereading song of the pyre because it was vriska day and it’s super good soo so good. It’s on loop now, legit best
Quick detours before I lay out some more hs thoughts;
Overwatch:
-Ben “Captainplanet” came out w/ a new article and I LOVE IT so much and I want hhis job so bad I wanna get into stats so much ahhh please so good it’s giving me a , this is crude but it’s the best way I can phrase it, a math erection. I love math so much <33333333
-The Shock, my faves, are doing well and I’m happy for them! I hope they go 7-0, I believe in them! I’m lying I am so fucking nervous for literally every match they have they’re gonna 2-5 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Why am I so INVESTED? They technically could take first spot but that’s require titan’s to lose every match left and the shock to 7-0, but the thing is I thought that I wanted that but
-then I watched the titans london match today, and I HATED the thought of titans losing. And losing so hard to other teams too, and I didn’t realize this but I think I do actually kinda like the titans?The thought of them not being a great team makes me sad. I think it’s like I really like them and shock as rivals, yknow, stage one and two, then this upcoming map? If Titans aren’t still Good in this meta it just sorta makes their rivalry not fun. Kismesis vibes is what I’m gonna say cause I’m TRASSSHHHHH pls stop my terrible hands from typing also if I ever saw actual ship stuff I would kill whoever made it. Like I’m not gonna check their socials or anything but if they’ve got a match against most teams I’d probs root for them. The Wolf section today was so funny lollll
-I think I might hate the London Spitfire. I have literally no reason to? I think all the players are good and I like them as people and I would never actively hate on them? But I’m like. Really mean to them in my head. I was so satisfied seeing htem lose to Florida, and Titans like IDK? Also they’re hella overrated so anticlutch jfc. Hate the franchise, love the players if that makes sense. IDK WHYYYYYYYYYYY
-Also I’m gonna miss tomorrows shock match and I’m so scared rip.
Misc:
-Tripped backwards and somehow upturned my moms glass scale and it fell on my foot, that shit hurted.
-Oh My God I’m Projecting a million different things right now because I feel like this will not have an audience if you see this I’m begging you please don’t interact I’d die of embarassment keep the fact you’ve seen this a secret from me
HS:
-JFC song of the pyre is an excellent fic, I wish it would ever get updated it’s so fucking good guys
-I need to read more vrisrezi long form
-Non-sgrub vrisrezi is best vrisrezi
-My ideal Vrisrezi au would be like HS canon, diverge into non-sgrub and they completely fall out of touch, Killing Eve season 1, then Song of the Pyre. THAT is what I want.
-Killing eve season one and two would be an even BETTER VRISROSE AU AHHHHHH
-I once read a very good trollstuck rose but it was an eri-rose ship so basically what I want is that persons troll rose but paired with vriska. For how much I blog about it I’ve read very little vrisrose fic but almost everything I know comes from this fic. . Oh uh this is not the erirose fic that I read w trollstuck although it does unfortunately have erirose but I can excuse it when the vrisrose is this Excellent
Alright I’ve run out of hyper juice, have a nice night, sorry for posting thisssss
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Take it Slow - Part Sixty-One
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: Fluff and Smut.
a/n: i’m baaaaaccckkkk. mama came home from vacation. she’s still tired, but she missed her babies too much to stay away. niall and sarah did a great job babysitting. let’s gooooooooooo
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
…a week or so later…
Harry was sleeping peacefully on his back with you resting your head on his chest. One of your legs was over his and you had an arm draped over his lower stomach. He woke up to the feeling of something wet on his thigh. It took him a second, but he swore he could feel you moving back and forth on him. He looked down to see your eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted. There were beads of sweat on your brow-line.
You were dreaming. You were having a steamy dream of you and Harry. You were riding him out in an open field of sunflowers. Your hair was flowing in the wind, and he wouldn’t stop telling you how beautiful you were.
When you gasp, Harry fully wakes up. He didn’t want to wake you, but he did want to have some fun with you. He raises his thigh slightly to add a little more pressure for you. He wanted to give you a little more friction. He wiggles his thigh from side to side as you continue to grind on him in your sleep.
“Harry.” You moan. He always wondered if you dreamt about him. He always had a hunch, but the small bit of confirmation was delightful.
His cock grows harder as you move faster on him. Your hand moves to grip at his throat and you squeeze it, causing him to choke slightly.
“Jesus.” He coughs, and you wake up immediately.
“Wh, what’s happening?!” You spring up and feel the wetness from your center stick against him. “Ew, oh my god, I’m so sorry, what was I doing?”
“You were…” He coughs again, you really grabbed his throat hard. “Grindin’ against my thigh. I was tryin’ to help yeh along, but you grabbed my throat and started choakin’ me. What were you dreamin’ about?”
“I was…um…riding you.” You rub your eyes.
“And did you choke me in your dream?”
“I…don’t remember.”
“Liar.” He smirks. “It’s okay, wanna choke me?”
“Harry, stop.”
“You’ve gripped my throat before, wanna do it a little harder? S’okay, if you do.”
“Harry, it’s like two in the morning.”
“Yeah?” He reaches between your legs to collect some of your wetness, and brings it up to his face. “Seems like you’re a little riled up. Let’s fix that, hm?” He sucks his fingers into his mouth then pulls you on top of him. “Got hard while you were goin’ to town on me.”
“We ran out of condoms.”
“Take your pill yesterday?”
“Yeah.”
“Gonna take it in a few hours?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright then baby girl, nothin’ to worry about.” He kisses you tenderly.
“Fuck it, okay.”
You raise your hips and slide down on him.
“Holy shit!” Both of your eye brows raise at his exclamation. Harry would moan and groan, but in the almost eight months you had been together you had never heard him yell in such pleasure. “Haven’t fully felt yeh in so long.” You smirk at him.
You raise and lower yourself on him and his hands move to your hips to help you get a rhythm that suits the both of you. The way you were grinding on him brought you right back o the euphoric state you had while dreaming.
“Go ahead, angel, wrap that pretty little hand around me.”
You kiss him first and then slide your hand up to his throat. Did Harry like being choked, or did he just like that you wanted to do it to him? Your thumb brushes over his adam’s apple, and then you apply a little more pressure. He groans as he thrusts up into you, and your head rolls back. It felt so good to feel him without the barrier of the condom.
You weren’t grabbing him as hard as you had grabbed him while you were sleeping, he figured you just felt shy now and he wasn’t going to push you. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love when you were a little more dominant. His sweet baby girl liked to be rough, and it drove him crazy.
One of his hands dips between the two of you to rub your clit and that’s when you’re your grip tightens around him. You didn’t stop to think your fingers might leave lsting bruises, you were so far gone you couldn’t think about anything. He nearly gasps from the pressure on his throat, but he can handle it. He’d do anything to be able to see you the way you are now. Totally lost in pure ecstasy.
“Harry.” You groan. He feels you pulsate around him and he knows you’re close.
Another sharp thrust up into you and you come undone. You moan loudly and your voice cracks as he continues rubbing your clit as you get through your orgasm. Your grip on his throat loosens and you tuck your head into the crook of his neck.
“Will you, will you come on back?”
“Course.”
You lift off him and get on your stomach, lifting your ass in the air for him. He gives himself a few pumps before you feel his warmth all of over back and bum. You hear a few curse words leave his lips and then he sighs. He leans down to give you a kiss.
“Lemme get a rag, hang tight.”
Harry comes back a moment later with a warm rag to clean you up. You get up shortly after to use the toilet and then you return to him, spooning him and getting cozy.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” You whisper to him.
“Not at all, felt good. Do it anytime yeh want.”
You knew you’d be exhausted when you got up in a few hours for work, but this one of the many things you loved about having a boyfriend like Harry. You could wake up incredibly horny in the middle of the night, and he’d be right there to help take care of you.
//
Today was the first day you’d be starting your video chats with Mark to work on your big project. You weren’t looking forward to it in the slightest, but at least in another week or so you’d be in Aruba. Harry’s mum and sister decided to stay in the U.K. for Easter since they knew Harry would be really busy with work while you were gone. That just meant he’d be spending three weeks over there during the summer instead of two, not a big deal.
You were dreading the call with him. You made sure to wear a shirt with a high neckline so he’d have nothing to look at but your face. Niall came into your office with a deep frown.
“What’s up?”
“You’ll never who’s here…”
“No.”
“The three of ‘em…CEO is putting them up in a hotel so we can all work together in person. Said it would be more productive. They’re taking over the conference room as a shared office for the foreseeable future.”
“No!” You whine.
“We have to meet with them in ten minutes. Could be worse, at least you don’t have to share your office with him.”
“True.” You stand up and grab your laptop. “Can’t fucking wait for this all to be over and it hasn’t even started yet. Now I’m almost nervous about my vacation.”
“Don’t be, you’re leadin’ what you’re workin’ on. Leave a list of to do’s with me and I’ll make sure that’s all he does.”
“Thank you.”
You both walk out to the conference room. You see three men setting their things up. You wondered how they’d get anything done working in an open space, but you certainly weren’t going to question it. Your supervisor comes in and gives you all the run down for how things were going to work, when it’s over it’s around lunch, and Mark follows you down the hall to your office.
“Hey, I was thinking maybe we could grab a bite? It’ll give us more time to go over things, and –“ You both stop short when you see Harry standing in your office.
“Sorry, I already have lunch plans.” You close the door in his face. It was unprofessional, and a little rude, but you didn’t care.
“What’s he doin’ here?” He asks, wrapping his arms around you.
“They’re here for the foreseeable future. CEO thought it would be more efficient this way.” You roll your eyes. You look at him and kiss him. “Can we go for a walk or something, I need to clear my head.”
“Sure.” He smiles and kisses you again.
You go over to your desk and reach underneath for your sneakers and change your shoes. You give him a thumbs up and grab his hand as you leave the office. Niall shoots you both a smile and wave as you walk out.
“Were you tired this mornin’?”
“A little yeah…” You say blushing.
“Me too.” He walks with his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into him. “But it’s the best kind of tired, you know?”
“Mhm.” You kiss him on the cheek.
“So you’re gonna have to spend a lot of time with that guy?”
“Unfortunately.” You groan. “At least I leave soon so it’ll break it up.”
“I know Niall’s there, hell, I know you can take care of yourself, but I’m a phone call or text away if you need me.”
“Thanks doll.” You give the hand on your shoulder a little squeeze, and continue your walk.
//
That afternoon Mark was in your office for hours. You were both going over different techniques you used while editing.
“Well, I use Vegas so…”
“Well, you’re going to learn Premiere because that’s what I use.” You tell him. “In fact, you’re supposed to use the Adobe products here since they’re paid for already. It’s really easy to learn. There’s tons of tutorials online. I’m sure someone as smart as you can pick it up.” You say smugly.
“Okay.”
“I think we should put a schedule or some type of calendar together for this. We’re going to be sent certain clips each day, so we need to get them into the sequence ready to go.”
“Makes sense to me.” He looks over his notes. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Does your boyfriend always visit for lunch?”
“That’s not really an appropriate question to ask me.”
“Come off it will you, we’re not robots.” You roll your eyes at him.
“Yes, he visits often, and sometimes I go to his work for lunch.”
“Right, he’s at Plant Geo?”
“Yes.” You look down then back to him. “Why do you care so much what I do with my personal time? We’re given an hour or so for lunch, and I’m allowed to do what I want during that time.”
“Never said you weren’t, I was just curious. Couple of the guys have girlfriends and they never see them during lunch. Usually too busy.”
“I use my time wisely during the work day. Plus, working through lunch is stupid, and doesn’t make you look better. It just shows poor time management if anything.”
“No, I just meant like they see them at home, ya know?”
“I see him at home too, we live together.”
“And you still visit during lunch?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because he, we miss each other during the day. And sometimes we both have late nights…we don’t meet up every day. When I don’t eat with him I eat with Niall.”
“Your ex?”
“I never dated him! I just told you I did because I wanted you to quit asking me to dance.”
“I was drunk.”
“No excuse. When someone tells you no, they should listen. You’re a good looking guy Mark, but you radiate douche-bag energy, and I’m just not here for it. So, while we’re working together I really would appreciate it if we didn’t talk about personal things. My goal at the end of this is to not have gained a new friend, okay?” His mouth was hanging open. No one had ever really talked to him like that before.
“Okay.”
That was that, and you get back to work. You notice the way he steals glances of you while you both work on your own computers, but you choose to ignore it. When you get home later Harry gives a relaxing back massage, knowing that you were stressed.
“You have magic hands, you know that?” You say as his thumbs press into your lower back as you both sit on the couch.
“I live to serve.” He jokes and you both laugh. “You’re so tense babe, full of knots. Maybe it’s time we get another massage together.”
“God that sounds amazing.” You sigh happily. “You know what would be relaxing too? Forever ago we talked about doing one of those wine and paint nights. That could be a really fun group date with everyone, don’t you think?”
“Yeah! Why don’t we see what everyone’s up to Friday night?”
“I’ll text in the group chat.”
Yes, the six of you had a group chat. Mariah was officially Rachel’s girlfriend now, and none of you saw her going anywhere anytime soon.
“Rachel should just teach the bloody class.” Harry chuckles. Your head rolls back as he works out a particular knot in your neck.
“Fuck.” You say. “Right there.” Your eyes screw shut as he applies a little more pressure.
“Poor thing.” He coos. “I should really buy some oil, give you a proper massage.”
“And get our things all gross?” You laugh. “This works just fine.”
//
Friday night rolls around and you couldn’t wait to hang out with all your friends. They had all agreed the wine and paint night would be fun, and to go to a late dinner afterwards.
You and Harry split and uber with Niall and Sarah.
“I’m begging the two of you, when we come home later, please don’t hump each other in the back of the car again.” Sarah says. “It was disgusting.” She says giggling. Before you can answer, Harry speaks.
“Can’t make any promises, sorry.” He winks at her.
“Make an effort then.” She sticks her tongue at him and he sticks it right back. You shake your head at the two of them with a smile.
You meet Rachel and Mariah at the place and you all head in. You each pick out the wine you want, and are given aprons to wear over your clothes. Harry helps you ties yours and you help him with his. Everyone else just sort of tied their own. Were the two of you cute or co-dependent? It was hard to tell from time to time.
You grab a stool and listen to the presenter who shows you what you’ll be painting. You all giggle and take sips of your wine. You’d be painting a lighthouse by the water. Not terribly difficult. Since you were left handed you had to be a little more careful than the others so you wouldn’t smudge anything. Harry watched as you took your first strokes. You always did everything with precision.
“Everyone look over here.” Sarah says. She had her phone up to take a group selfie. You all smile.
The painting was a lot of fun, and super relaxing. Of course Rachel’s painting looked the best. Yours was okay. Harry’s came out beautifully.
“Looks great, love.” He says, admiring your work.
“You’re just saying that.”
“No! I mean it, your shadows look good.” You give him a kiss on the cheek.
You’re told that the paintings will be stored to dry, and that you could come pick them up during the week if you wanted. The six of you head out to a pub for dinner. There were more drinks and lots of bar food. Harry kept his arm around you as he always did. He was more relaxed than usual. He liked having Mariah around. Someone else to talk to when Niall would join in on the girl talk.
“Y/N, are we still going to the mall tomorrow?” Sarah asks.
“Yup, was thinking we could leave around eleven.”
“Sounds good.”
“What are yeh shoppin’ for?”
“Just need to pick up some things. Rach, you’re still coming?”
“Yup, I’m gonna meet you two there.”
“You’ll be busy at an engagement shoot tomorrow anyways, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Mariah, do you a lot of freelance work?” Niall asks her.
“A little here and there, not as much as H though.”
“Okay, I need to ask.” Sarah starts. “What is with H? How does that nickname get started?”
“I’ve been wondering the same thing actually.” You say.
“I don’t know when it started. S’not like I said call me H or anythin’.” He shrugs.
“I feel like I heard someone call you H and it just stuck.” Mariah explains.
“More formal.” He says. “Niall never calls me H.”
“Nope, always Harry.”
You lean into him, feeling slightly tipsy. You decide to switch to water for the rest of the time at the pub. This time in the uber home, Sarah and Niall take the way back seat, but it didn’t stop Harry from nibbling on your neck and whispering in your ear to make you giggle. It was a great night.
“Night guys, see you tomorrow Sarah.” Harry has it arms wrapped around you to hold you from behind.
“Night, just text me before it’s time to go.” She says and nod.
You and Harry head up to your apartment, and practically race off to the bedroom. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, all over you. His hands cup your cheeks and he brings you in for a deep kiss. He walks you into the bedroom and presses you up against the wall next to the door. Your tongues mold together, and you’re in pure bliss.
His hands move to the hem of your shirt, breaking your kiss only for a moment to lift it off of you. He unhooks your bra with ease, and lets it fall to the floor. He takes his won shirt off and pulls you close to him so your breasts are pressed tightly to his chest. He kisses your jawline and moves to the skin just under your ear, sucking it in between his teeth and biting down.
“Oh god.” You moan, hands flying up to his hair.
“Need to taste you tonight.”
He picks you up and puts you on the bed, yanking your jeans and panties off. You giggle as he spreads your legs apart. He kisses down your chest, stomach, and hips. He kisses your inner thigh and leaves a few love bites behind as his tongue trails to your center. He licks a flat stripe up to your clit, and starts to suck on you. Your head slams back into the mattress. He’s done this to you more times than you can count, but it always felt like the first time. A vast amount of pleasure sweeps over you, and you gasp when you feel two of his fingers plunge up inside you, curling right away. Harry knew where your sweetest spot was. His mouth continues on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you.
“Harry.” You whimper.
He pumps faster, and flicks his tongue back and forth on your clit. He feels you clench around him, he knows your close. Your stomach tightens, and your back arches as you come undone. He takes his fingers out and laps up everything while you come, only adding to the wonderful sensation.
You catch your breath as he moves to hover over you. He takes one of your nipples between his lips, and sucks on it.
“Wanna, ngh, return the favor.”
“Later, need to be inside you now.”
He spreads you back apart and lines himself up with you. He slowly pushes inside. You gasp as his throbbing cock enter you. You pull him down close to you as be begins to move, rocking his hips against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, and cross them at your ankles.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans in your ear.
“Keep talking, love when you do this.” Your nails scratch at his back.
“You like havin’ my cock inside you?”
“Yes, it’s so big.”
“Yeh like the way I stretch you out?”
“God, yes.” One of his hands moves between where you’re connected to rub your clit. “You know my body so well.” You moan. “Always give me just what I need.”
“That’s right, always here to take care of you.” He moves to make eye contact with you as he pinches your clit and feels the beginning of your orgasm take over.
Your mouth parts as you look at him. He wants to watch every emotion you go through as you come, and you intend to show him. You nails sink further into his back and he knows he’s almost done for.
“Want you to come on my tits Harry, will you do that?” You say as you come down from your high.
He pulls out of you, and you squish your boobs together to give him a better target. That was all he needed before he released on you. You moan when you feel the heat of him on your skin. He collapses next to you and tries to catch his breath.
“Look at me babe.” You turn your head to face him. He was laying on his side. “I’ll clean yeh up in a second, but…”
“What baby?”
“Are yeh havin’ me come on you so much because you’re still afraid of me comin’ inside? I’m not complainin’ cause it’s so fuckin’ hot, but…”
“It’s just that we never do it is all…and yeah I’m still a little nervous, but at least I’m over using condoms right? Small steps.” You smile and he kisses you.
“I do like the way you look with my jizz all over you.” He smirks and gets up to grab a rag. He comes back over and cleans you up.
“Yeah, you like it when I’m dirty, huh?”
“Now, I have to go to sleep so I can get up on time, so none of that.” He gives your bum a little smack as you roll over after he’s done cleaning you up. He gets in with you and faces you.
“Oh, so I can’t be your dirty girl?” You giggle.
“You’re gonna be the death of me.”
//
Harry got up early, as much as he just wanted to lay in the warm bed with you, put on a nice outfit, and headed to the engagement shoot that was an hour or so away. You got up shortly after, showered, and texted Sarah. She met you down at your car.
“Thanks again for coming with, definitely need your opinions on what I want to buy.”
“No problem! You know I’ll never turn down a shopping trip. What do you need to get?”
“I’ll tell you once we’re with Rach.”
You both meet Rachel outside the main entrance of the mall, and walk in together. You lead them to a lingerie store.
“So…” You start blushing. “While Harry was in Florida a while ago, I found these pictures he had taken of himself…they were intimate.” You cough nervously as they nod. “He had mentioned he wanted to take pictures of me like that sometime, so since I’m leaving at the end of next week, I thought I would surprise him and let him take picture of me before I go.”
“Hot!” Rachel says.
“But I need your help picking out some outfits. I want to look sexy, but…I don’t know…elegant? I want it to feel like one of his professional shoots, only I’ll be wearing minimal clothing.”
“We’re on the case.” Sarah says. “Everyone, divide and conquer, we’ve got some work to do.”
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