#I was gonna write a fill for Thursday based on stuff I knew you liked but yesterday was a wash for writing
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Hey I was wondering can you do a Marc Spector/Steven grant/ Jake Lockley x reader where the reader has Wanda’s powers and has know Steven for a month and they’ve gotten close to the point where she asks him out but he misses there date due to Marc taking the body to the alps, Steven shows up to the restaurant two days later and calls her to ask her where she is and she reveals that it was Sunday not Friday and he missed there date, not wanting to lose her he offers an explaintion and she tells him they’ll talk about it in person the next day. She arrives at his apartment and eventually find the scarab in the duffel bag Steven brought in (not knowing what it is) she hides when the police barge in and follows Steven to harrows place. The reader gets wrapped into stopping Harrow when she decided to follow Marc to Cairo to help Steven but Marc is very angsty towards her and they fight like an old married couple because secretly Marc likes her but struggles to admit it in fear of rejection so instead he hopes that being mean to her will push her away but in the end they get their happy ending (Layla doesn’t exist)
Warnings: Knifes, murder, etc.
A/n: I'm gonna be dead honest, Wanda's powers changed so much over the movies and shows that I'm fully basing this off of what I remember- Sooo, don't come for me if I messed anything up! I hope this is what you were picturing!! I'm sorry it took me so long to write this 😅 Also, this is the longest fic I've ever written, so please enjoy 💕
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You've only known Steven for a little over a month now, but you already knew that you were starting to fall for him. He was just so sweet and kind, you couldn't help it. Ever since you stumbled into him at the museum, you couldn't stop thinking about him.
Steven had been carrying a box filled with assorted stuff animals that were dressed up as the ancient gods of Egypt, walking back over to his small desk in the corner room, a large LED sign above reading "GIFT SHOP."
The box was surprisingly heavy from the amount of stuffed toys, causing Steven to only focus on getting the box to his desk without dropping it, instead of his surroundings. He glanced over at his desk for just a second, getting ready to shout to a Mom and her son that he would be with them in a moment, when he crashed into you.
Causing not only both of you to fall over, but also the box he had been carrying, the stuffed animals now scattered across the floor. "Oh! I'm so, so sorry, ma'am!" He stammered, quickly getting onto his knees and grabbing up the fallen toys.
"Don't worry about it! Here," You said as you stood up, starting to dust off your clothes.
Steven watched in shock as the toys made their way back into the box on their own. He looked up at you, only to find a strange red cloud surrounding your fingers.
Once the toys were back in the box, you bent over and picked it up, then held it out to Steven. "Here you go! Oh, I'm y/n by the way." You said with a kind smile.
"Uhm, Steven.. And thank you.." He mumbled as he took the box from you, obviously still shocked from what just happened.
"Don't worry about it! Hey, you wouldn't happen to know anything about the Statue of Menkaure, would you?" You had asked, following him back to his desk.
You explained how you needed to write a paper on it for your college essay, but you had no idea where to begin. He actually offered to tutor you and you agreed, giving him your personal phone number and address.
After your seventh study session with Steven Grant, you finally decided to ask him out, sick of your hands 'accidentally' touching, or catching each other staring at the other. Luckily for you, he said yes, both of you settiling on dinner Thursday night.
Which was today.
You spent the entire day getting ready, picking out the perfect outfit, even getting your hair, nails, and make up done. You arrived at Tróger Gasztró Bisztró at nine o'clock. Just on time. And so you found your table, texted Steven to let him know you were there, and waited. And waited.. And waited.. ten thirty rolled around and you were asked to leave due to the restaurant closing.
You were absolutely heartbroken. You didn't know if you should be sad or angry. On the one hand, he obviously stood you up. But he also wasn't answering any of your calls or texts, which made you worry. You went home and flopped down onto the couch, refusing to let any of your tears fall just yet.
So, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "He'll call." You said to yourself, before getting up to getting yourself ready for bed.
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You kept your phone turned up for the rest of the weekend, checking it every time it made a noise or vibrated. After hearing nothing from him all day Saturday, you gave up and spent the day at home on Sunday. You were curled up on the couch, eating ice cream out of the tub while watching a new season of Gossip Girl when your phone started to ring.
Steven
You hit the 'answer' button then pressed your phone against your ear, sighing before answering with a, "What do you want?" You wanted to give him a chance to explain himself, but you were just so mad.
"Hey! Um, is everything alright? I thought we agreed on 9:00.. it's half past.." He sounded so nervous, it almost broke your heart.
"Yeah, 9:00 o'clock on Thursday." You said, starting to get really annoyed. What was this, some kind of joke?
"Yeah, today?" Steven said, confusion evident in his tone.
"Three days ago, Steven! What is this? You stand me up and now you're rubbing it in my face? Haha, very funny, jackass!" Tears started to well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over.
"W-What? No- today is Thursday- I just.."
"No, Steven, welcome to Sunday. Lose my number." But right as you were about to hang up, Steven's panicked voice yelled to you through the phone.
"Wait! Please, listen, can I try again? Please? I promise, I-I'll explain everything! Please?"
You sighed. You didn't want to be stood up again, but you were also kind of worried still. He did sound genuinely confused.. "Fine. When and where?"
"Will you come over to mine? I can even make you tea! How does 3 o'clock sound?"
"Fine, just text me the address." You then hung up, staring at the wall, wondering if you just made the stupidest mistake of your life, or the best one.
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The next day, you arrived at Steven's flat fifteen minutes earlier than you agreed, wanting to see him as soon as possible. But as you walked up to the door, hand reaching out to knock on the thick wood, the panic started to set in. What if this is someone else's address? What if he gave me the wrong one on purpose? What if, what if, what if..
But as you started to pull your hand away from the door, getting ready to leave, you heard a man yelling in the small apartment. Steven. You could recognized that british accent anywhere. Without over thinking it again, you reached up and knocked on the door five times. "Steven? It's me!" You called out, waiting for a response.
"Of course I'm gonna let 'er in! Bugger off, mate!" You heard Steven whisper yell as he started to unlock the door. And when he opened it, you were met with those beautiful, tired brown eyes that you absolutely adored. "Sorry 'bout that, love. Come in! Please!" He held the door open for you, motioning for you to come in with a wave of his arm.
"Are you sure? I can come back if you have someone over." You leaned forward and glanced around his flat, trying to see who he was talking to.
"What? Oh, no, no, no! Don't worry about that. I-I was on the phone! Yeah.." As you walked into the small space, Steven shut the door behind you, locking two out of the three locks. "Just go on a make yourself comfortable, love, I'll just be a seco-"
"Are you leaving?" You interrupted as you picked up the black duffle bag that had been sitting on his table.
"Oh, no, please don't touch that!" Steven took a step towards you, but stopped when you looked at him, tilting your head with a confused look on your face.
'Steven, they'll come after her too if she looks at what's in there.' Marc warned from the reflection in Gus' tank.
"What's in it?" You set the bag down on the table and slowly unzipped it, glancing inside before looking back at Steven, panic evident on his features.
"Listen, love, you don't wanna touch that! Lord knows I wish I didn't." He mumbled, glancing at the fish tank. "Listen, maybe we should res-" Steven was cut off by a loud bang on the door. "Bloody hell.." He mumbled, making his way over to the door.
You turned back to the bag and quietly dug around. You pushed past a passport, two stacks of American and Egyption money, and even a gun. But the thing that really captured your attention was a small golden beetle. "What the..?" You whispered, glancing over at Steven before pocketing the beetle.
"Uh, now?" Steven asked, starting to panic as the people outside asked to come in. You didn't have a good feeling about this, so you quietly ran over to the window, climbing out of the apartment and onto the roof, hiding further up and out of the way behind the brick frame surrounding the window.
You waited a good twenty minutes before slowly making your way back down and into the apartment again. "Steven?" You called out, cautiously looking around the flat, only to find that it was empty. "What the fuck.." You mumbled, walking over to check the apparently empty bathroom.
You looked out of the window and saw a strange black car speeding away from the building. "Jesus Christ." You ran out of the apartment, accidentally pushing an old lady as you raced out of the door. "Sorry!" You yelled as you hopped onto your motorcycle and raced after the black car, hoping that you were right about this...
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You followed Steven and an older man to some kind of building that you could only call a sanctuary. It even had a damn theater. But you didn't have time to look at all the details. Right now you had to keep yourself hidden. So, you sat down at an empty table in the back of the room, pulling your hood up to hide your face as much as possible.
"..His retribution comes too late. By the time his fist of vengeance arrives, people have already suffered. Ammit knows this too well. She tears evil up from the root, casting her judgment before any evil's done. That's why we must resurrect her." The man told Steven, his tone rather convincing.
"Right. But.. Isn't that a bit dodgy? Like, trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?" Steven asked.
"You don't need to doubt her judgment. Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil," The man said, watching Steven nod with a small hum, before sipping another spoonful of the soup. "Which brings us to the scarab.." You knew this man had to be powerful, but with the way everyone in the room suddenly stood up and started to surround Steven, you knew something strange was going on.
"That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit's tomb. She's out there, waiting, longing to be freed.."
"Hi.." Steven nervously mumbled to the growing crowd around him.
"While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgment. And in the wake of their screams? Evil eradicated." The man let out a breath, grinning at the mere thought of his plan coming to life. "Steven, to exist in that moment? Heaven on Earth." The man leaned back, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "So, the scarab?"
"Oh, I don't have it." Steven said shyly, he sounded so nervous and it was killing you.
"No?"
"Honestly, I don't have it."
"Well, maybe you know someone who does? Hm? Maybe Marc?"
Marc? Who the hell is Marc? You thought to yourself, wondering if you should intervene yet.
'Just give me the body, Steven.' Marc said from the reflection of the bread bowl, losing more of his patience by the minute.
"No, I don't." Steven snapped a little.
"May I speak with Marc?"
"Um... Ah.."
"Marc, what has Khonshu promised you? That this is your last mission? Then you'll be free? Trust me when I tell you, Khonshu is a liar. There's always one last thing.." The man seemed to stare straight into Steven's soul; it's like he expected him to be someone else. But that was impossible. Steven was Steven.
"Sorry." Steven seemed to interrupt the mans strange spaced out stare. "If Ammit judges people pre-evil, like, before the fact, then, isn't she judging an innocent person? I mean, a thought can't be evil, can it? I mean, I think about killing my boss all the time, but I wouldn't actually do it."
"Steven.."
"W-What about a child? Would she kill a child for something they might do in thirty years?" At this point, Steven was full on panicking and you couldn't just sit there anymore. You had to think of something.
"I'm glad you mentioned that.. Sometimes the cure is a little taste of the disease. The difference between medicine and poison sometimes is only the dosage. Consider a diseased limb. Amputation, horrific, grotesque, but it's necessary for the larger health." Everyone (except for you and Steven) nodded in agreement to the mans horrific analogy.
"But a child is not a diseased limb. Sorry, is that... Is that what... You're all into? Killing children and that? Maybe that's just me, but that's... I kind of draw a line there, at child murder.."
"Do you know what this is?" The man asked as he gestured to his staff, designed with two crocodile heads faced back to back as a handle.
"Yup. It's a cane, yeah." Steven said, almost making you laugh with his sarcasm.
"This was Ammit's gift to her first Avatar." The man picked up the staff and held it up for Steven to see, certain parts of the head starting to glow purple.
"Alright."
"It contains in it a tiny sliver of her power. I don't want to use it.. I don't.."
"Then don't. I can't help you-" Steven said, standing up and slowly backing away from the man. You stood up too, watching as everyone else in the room started to slowly back away from the staff as well.
"Yes, you can. I need to know, where is the scarab?" The man took a step closer, gripping the base of his staff. "Where is the scarb?" He asked again, and when Steven didn't reply, he repeated himself for a third time.
"No.."
"Where's the scarab?"
That was it. You couldn't let him scare Steven like this any longer. "I have it." You said, pulling the scarab out of your pocket and holding it up for everyone to see, pulling your hood back with your other hand.
"Y/n?" Steven asked, the panic on his features now replaced with confusion and concern.
"You couldn't possibly understand the value of what you're holding. Let me have that, I'll keep it safe." The man held out his hand to you, gesturing to the scarab.
THERE IS NO DEAL IN THIS, MARC. FIX THIS. FIX THIS! Khonshu hollered at Steven; even the god was starting to panic.
Steven ran to your side, grabbing your arm. "You really shouldn't be here! How the hell did you get here?"
"We don't have time for that. We have to go." You whispered, shoving the scarab into Steven's chest. "Keep this safe." You then grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a staircase at the back of the room.
"So be it." You heard the man say, followed by whispering in another language you didn't recognize. The ground shook when he slammed his staff into the ground, a purple cloud of dust swarming around the staff.
You dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, before crashing straight into a random guy, both of you surprised at the others presence. You panicked, punching the guy in his jaw out of instinct. He started to fight back, throwing a punch back at you. Luckily, you managed to duck just in time, grabbing the edges of his jacket and tossing him over the railing. You watched as he landed on top of a wooden roof, then roll onto the ground.
You glanced behind you, seeing that Steven was shocked by what just happened. "Come on!" You said, grabbing his arm and pulling him through a small doorway that lead to a hallway.
"That was awesome!" Steven said, following you into a room at the end of the hall.
"Thanks, now bolt the door!" You said as you both closed the door, Steven bolting it shut with a wooden plank.
You ran around the room, looking for an exit. Though, it seemed like Steven wasn't too focused on that. "Oh, my god.." He mumbled, looking at all of the ancient artifacts and egyptian tombs. "I'm gonna die in an evil magician's man cave."
You ran over to him and grabbed his shoulders. "No, hey, listen to me-" But both of your heads snapped over to the door when something big seemed to pounce on it.
"Bloody hell.." Steven's breathing started to pick up, his eyes glued to the door.
"Steven? What is that?" You started panicking, gripping his shoulders tighter.
'Give me the body.'
"Well, I could be wrong. But I'm pretty sure it's the jackal from the museum."
"The what?"
But he didn't have time to explain any further when the creature hit the door again, this time chipping a large crack down the middle.
'Steven, let me in.'
"Okay, listen, Steven, we have to think. How do we get out of here?" But Steven just stared at you, seemingly just as clueless as to what to do. "Oh, wait. Who's Marc? Maybe he can help?" You suggested, watching his entire demeanor change.
'She's right, Steven. Give me the body.'
"No." He said, almost defensively, glancing between you and the shiny tomb behind you.
"We'll put a pin in that-" But then the door burst open, though when you looked, nothing was there. "What the..?"
"JACKAL!" Steven covered his mouth with one hand, pointing at the doorway with the other.
"What? Steven, there's nothing there. What jackal?" You looked between Steven and the doorway, confusion written all over your face.
"Jackal... Jackal... Jackal.." Steven murmured, panic evident in his tone. He kept backing up, pointing at something you obviously couldn't see.
"Steven-" But then suddenly Steven flew out of the window. "STEVEN!' You screamed, running over to the window to see him. Though, when you looked down, nobody was there. "Steven?" You called out, waiting for a reply. When he didn't answer, you climbed out of the window and onto the roof, running over to climb down the fire escape ladder built into the side of the building.
You stepped onto the ground and started to walk down the alleyway, your thoughts all scrambled from the panic.
"ACK-"
When you turned around at the loud yelp, you saw a man in a white suit and mask crash through a wooden gate, landing on the bricks a few feet away from you. "Steven?"
He either didn't hear you or just didn't answer, because he reached up and grabbed the metal bumper of a car and gripped it, completely bending the metal and ripping it off with ease.
"Woah.." You mumbled, a rush of chills flooding throughout your body as your cheeks turned a bright pink. "Um- Y-You look different." You stammered, your eyes trailing along his body. You took in how the well fitted suit showed off and complimented everything it needed to.
Before Steven could respond, the invisible being pushed him forward, causing him to drop the large chunk of metal. It then pulled him up right, only to slam him into the front of a car.
"Steven!" You ran over to help him, but he held his hand out to stop you.
"Get away!"
"What?" But then he was lifted back into the air, his arm accidently pushing you over. You sat on the ground, helplessly watching as the being lifted Steven onto a car and started choking him.
"Steven!" Your hand reached out for him, a red blast following it. Suddenly, you could see it. The red glow of your magic holding it in the air was enough to show just how big the creature was. "What the hell.." You mumbled, staring at it for just a moment, before swiping your hand through the air, causing the jackal to fly across the alleyway and slam into the side of a building, making a noise similar to an injured dog.
You stood up and ran over to Steven, crouching down to his level while rubbing his back. "Are you okay?"
Steven coughed, his hand gently rubbing his neck. "How do you do that?" He mumbled, looking at you through the white glow of the mask.
"I-" But the jackal grabbed your ankle and lifted you into the air, slamming your body into the wall. "Fuck, Steven!" You called out, unable to turn your body enough to get a grip on the being.
"I've got you, love!" He called out as he slammed an old, rusty frame of a tire at the jackal. It fought him for a minute, but then dropped you and grabbed the piece of metal, hitting Steven with it.
Steven laid on the ground, trying to catch his breath.
'Give me control, Steven. You can't handle this.' Marc said, staring back at him from the reflection of a car's bumper.
Steven thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "I think I can." He then jumped to his feet, starting to do a ridiculous prance around the jackal, his fists clutched to his chest. "Leave her alone! Yeah, I see you, you plug-ugly coyote. You're in the wrong ends, mate. You're in my yard now." Steven ripped off his jacket and threw it onto the wet, brick covered ground, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. "Yeah. Come on. That's right. Come on."
Though it was a serious situation, something about the way he taunted the creature caused butterflies to erupt in your belly. You watched as he and the jackal jumped around, back and forth like professional boxers.
"Ohh, lookie here. Lookie here." Steven continued to taunt, his fists clenched and ready. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name's Steven with a V!" He yelled, before clocking the creature in the face, effectively knocking it out. "Haha, wow! Did you see that? Y/n, did you see that? That was amazi-" But the jackal jumped up and kicked Steven in his stomach, causing him to roll into the busy street.
"Is he having a seizure?" A stranger asked.
"Nah, he's just a fancy drunk." Another stranger replied.
The jackal slammed Steven onto the side of a bus three times, before he was able to turn around and grab it, throwing them both at the oncoming car.
"Steven?" You called out, trying to push your way through the growing crowd.
Steven groaned, slowly making his way back onto both of his feet.
'That was one hell of a punch back there. But look around. Someone's gonna get hurt if you don't let me help.' Marc said, both of them knowing he was right.
"Fine. Take control, but just for now.."
As you made your way to Steven, you watched his head fall back; it looked as though he was being electrocuted. "Steven?" You placed your hand on his arm, gently pulling it to turn him around.
And as he did, white strips of fabric snaked around his body, creating a whole new suit with a cape. You stared into the bright, glowing eyes, knowing something was different. "You're not Steven." You said, taking a step back.
"No, I'm not." The man said with an American accent instead of Steven's English one. He then ran and jumped on top of a car, then onto the side of a building, climbing onto the roof.
He must be leading the jackal away. You thought to yourself, running down the street to try and find him. It didn't take long, the sound of him angrily yelling followed by glass shattering was enough to lead you right to him.
When you could finally see him, he seemed to be talking to someone, but again, nothing was there.
"Where are we going?" He asked whomever he was talking to. He didn't seem too happy with the response; his shoulders slumped over and he sighed. "Cairo? Again? Fucks sake.." He cursed, his mask rising up to cover his face again, before a giant gust of wind hit you like a brick wall, the sound of crows screams echoing throughout the small space.
And when you looked up, he was gone. Why would he need to go to Cairo? Who was this Marc? Why couldn't you see what he saw? You didn't know everything, but you did know that you were going to follow him to Egypt.
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After a thirteen hour flight, multiple calls to a bunch of hotels, and three taxi's later, you got a room three doors down from Steven. Or was it Marc now? You were honestly too tired to think about it.
You tossed your bag on your bed with a sigh, popping it open to dig around for your pajamas. After a long, hot shower, you climbed into the neat white bed, a yawn forcing it's way out of you. You reached over and turned off the lamp on the nightstand, curling up into a ball as you slowly drifted to sleep.
That was, until a rather loud knock sounded from your door.
"You've gotta be kidding me." You mumbled, angrily ripping the blankets off of your body before stomping across the room, yanking the door open. "What?" You snapped.
"You're following me." Marc said, his arms crossed against his chest.
You stared at him for a long time, your eyes practically bugging out of your skull. "Steven?" You whispered, tilting your head as you noticed how he slightly deflated at the name. "Or Marc? You don't have the accent, so I assume-"
"What are you doing here?" Marc interrupted, annoyance evident in his tone.
You shrugged. "Keeping Steven safe. Plus, I can help."
"No way." Marc pushed his way past you, entering your room before you could object. "Listen, I appreciate what you're doing, I really do, but I've got this. You're just gonna get in the way."
You shut the door then leaned against it, crossing your arms over your chest. "I think I can take care of myself."
"I didn't say you couldn't."
"It was implied." You snapped, now growing irritated yourself.
Marc shook his head, pressing his fingers against his temple. "Look, I set up a flight back home for you in ten hours. Just go home and Steven will be back in two weeks."
"No."
"No?" Marc repeated, surprised with your attitude.
You only shrugged in response, trying not to laugh at the way Marc kinda looked like the muppet Sam Eagle when he was mad.
"What? You think this is funny? I'm serious y/n!"
It must've been on your face then. "Look, Marc, I don't know how any of this works," You gestured to him, referring to the whole Steven-And-Marc situation. "But I know that Steven wouldn't want this."
Marc put his hands on his hips, quickly growing defensive. "How would you know? You don't even know him!"
"I saw how he looked when that guy asked to talk to you instead of him. He was scared. He wants to be in control and you make him feel powerless." You felt guilty when you saw how Marc's shoulders fell, his eyes focused on the floor.
"Yeah, well after this he won't have to worry about me ever again." He walked over and put his hand on the doorknob, not even looking at you. "Move."
You looked up at him and studied his face; it was nothing like Steven. Marc carried himself in a way that made himself look bigger, more standoffish, while Steven was the complete opposite.
Marc finally looked at you, his eyes staring into yours for a moment, before glancing down to your lips. You couldn't help but do the same, your eyes fixed on his chapped lips. You both stayed like that for a moment, the distance between your faces slowly closing by some invisible force.
"You should get some rest. You have a flight to catch in the morning." Of course he had to ruin the moment.
"Will you still be here when I wake up?"
Marc just stared at you, not answering your question.
You pulled yourself off of the door, shrugging your shoulders once again. "Sounds like I'm not going to sleep then."
"Fine by me." Marc said as he pulled the door open and walked out, practically slamming it behind him.
You pulled a chair over to the window and sat down, watching the parking lot to see if he would leave. You'd stay there all night if it meant keeping them safe. Even Marc.
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The next morning, you woke up to a knock on the door, followed by a, "Room service?" You sat up and groaned, your hand flying to rub your neck. You had fallen asleep in a strange position on the chair last night and with the deep sleep you were in, you barely moved a muscle throughout the night.
After you politely declined the room service, you quickly got dressed and headed down the hall to talk to Marc, but when you reached his room, two maids were inside making the bed, talking about an affair between a Tina and the hotels janitor.
"Excuse me?" You said, ignoring the glares they looked at you with for interrupting their gossip session. "Sorry, but where's the man that stayed here last night?"
One of the maids sighed, rolling her eyes. "He just left not five minutes ago. You could probably catch him if you run."
"Shit- thank you!" You hollered, already racing down the hallway towards the elevator. You slammed your thumb against the G button on the elevator, impatiently tapping your foot as you counted down the floors. When you reached the ground-floor you quickly ran out, scanning the room for the familiar mop of dark brown curls.
You saw him right as he walked out of the door, sliding his sunglasses down from on top of his head to cover his eyes.
You slipped out of the exit on the other side of the building and followed him throughout a very crowded market. You kept your distance, even when he chased a group of mercenaries throughout the streets. There was gonna be a perfect moment for you to step in, you could feel it. So for now, you watched.
Marc had one of the mercenaries pinned to the wall, asking him were a man named Harrow was. He glanced at the mirror on the wall next to him, distracted by whatever he was seeing. The other mercenary took that opportunity to hit him over the head with a piece of wood, effectively knocking Marc to the ground.
He laid there for only a moment, but you watched his body tense and shake like it did in the street the other night. "Steven?" You whispered to yourself, hoping to finally see him.
But this was worse. This couldn't be Steven and you didn't think it could be Marc.
He jumped to his feet with a random surge of energy, running towards the men at full speed. The look in his eyes was purely primal, almost hungry. And though you only saw him for a second, he seemed to be smiling.
You quickly ran after them, surprisingly able to keep up. He chased them to the top of a cliff, punching one of the men with what could only be described as deadly force.
"Jesus, you're gonna kill him!" You yelled, right as he sank a knife into the other man's stomach.
"Huh?" He turned around and looked at you. "What are you doing here?" He questioned with a strange spanish accent.
"You just killed him! I- Who are you?" You asked, hesitantly taking a step closer to him.
"Nobody. Forget you ever saw me."
"Wait-" But before you could question him further, his eyes rolled back and his body tensed for a moment. And when he looked at you again, he had that damn muppet expression on his face.
"Y/n? What the hell ar-"
"Look out!" You pointed to the man sneaking up on him from behind, knife in hand.
Marc turned around, but he wasn't fast enough. The man drew the knife back, but before he could do any damage, you focused all of your attention on the knife, ripping it out of his hand and sending it flying towards you in a red cloud. You caught it by the handle, then immediately dropped it, not wanting anything to do with the murders.
"What the-" The man started, but Marc grabbed him by his scarf and dragged him to the edge of the cliff, dangling him over the edge. "Where's the tomb?"
"Marc, don't!"
"Jesus! You're just as bad as Steven!" Marc snapped, causing him to grip the mans scarf tighter.
"Praise Ammit." The guy said, before pulling a knife out of his pocket and cutting the scarf, falling to his death.
Marc stood there in shock, still gripping the remaining piece of the scarf.
You slowly walked over to him, gently placing your hand on his back. "Marc-"
"I told you to go home!" Marc yelled, turning around and getting in your face.
"Hold on, I just saved your life-"
"That would've never happened if you had just gone home!" Marc pointed his finger at you, his entire body shaking with rage. "Go home, y/n. Now." He then stalked off, heading back towards the busy street from before.
You sat on the edge of the cliff and sighed, burying your face in your hands. You tried your best to calm yourself; reassure yourself that it wasn't your fault, but not even five minutes after Marc left, the sunlight began to disappear. When you looked up, it seemed to be covered by a large, dark circle. The moon.
"What the..?" You mumbled, standing up while keeping your eyes on the dark circle in the sky. Though as quick as it was there, it was gone. And while you were still confused on what the hell was going on, you couldn't ignore the aching feeling that Steven -or Marc; or even that spanish man- were in danger. So you made your way back to your hotel room, doing the only thing you could.
Wait.
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You were laying on your bed in a robe, still fresh from the shower. As you stared at the ceiling, you couldn't help but finally let all of your thoughts swarm around your mind.
Who was that? Are there more? Where's Steven? Is he okay? Was Marc really gonna kiss me? Did he want to as much as I did?
But your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your hotel room's phone ringing on the nightstand. You sighed, sitting up and grabbing the phone, holding it up to your ear. "Hello?" You mumbled, rubbing your forehead.
"Y/n? Is that you?" You'd know that british accent anywhere.
"Steven?" You gasped, standing up to start pacing. "Where are you? Can I see you?"
You heard Steven chuckle on the other line. "That's what I was calling for, actually. I need your help."
"Of course. Where are you?" You grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down the address Steven gave you. "Wait, why are you at a pyramid?"
"I'll tell you when you get here. Just please hurry. I don't know how much time I have before Marc tries to take over again."
"Okay, I'm on my way." You said as you yanked on a pair of jeans.
"I'll see you soon. Laters gators." And then Steven hung up, not even knowing how big you were smiling just at his silly catch phrase.
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You showed up to the pyramid on your motorcycle, easily finding Steven's tent that was set up outside of what you assumed was the entrance. You propped your bike up on it's kickstand before heading over to the tent. But before you pulled the curtain back, you heard Steven talking to someone. So, you stood still, eavesdropping on his conversation.
"..don't be silly. I won't let anything happen to her."
'Steven, I'm serious. Trust me, you don't want her getting roped into this kinda stuff. Just give me the body. She's gonna be here soon.'
"Which is exactly why I'm not giving you the body. Bloody hell, I've barely seen her throughout this whole mess."
'Yes, I know. If you just give me the body I'll give it back in a week or two and you'll never hear from me again. Promise.'
"Yes, well, while that does sound tempting, I'm not gonna miss out on exploring an ancient pyramid with my girlfriend."
Girlfriend? You thought to yourself, your cheeks heating up. You didn't mind the label, it's just that you guys never had a chance to talk about it.
'Girlfriend? Since when did you have time to make things official?' Marc spat in a mocking tone.
Steven just shrugged. "Dunno, I've gotta talk to her about it first, but I just like her so much, Marc. I swear, I've never felt this way about anyone before. And- And I think she feels the same."
You smiled, knowing that he was right. You fixed your clothes, took a deep breath, then pushed the curtain aside. "Steven?"
Steven jumped, quickly turning around. "Y/n!" He quickly rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Bloody hell, I've missed you so much! It's like, I was there, you just couldn't hear me. And don't you worry, Marc got quite the ear full this morning for the way he yelled at you."
Though you could hear Steven rambling, you just couldn't pay attention to what it was about. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face against his shoulder. "Steven." You said, trying to get his attention.
"..and I was in a mirror? I think? I'm not quite sure how it works, actually."
"Steven."
"..I honestly can't help but wonder how long he's been in there. Like, is he the only one? Or what if I have a little french man in there as well?"
Or a spanish one, you thought. He obviously wasn't going to listen to you like this. You reached up and cupped his cheeks, pulling his face close to yours. "Steven."
Steven finally looked at you, a bit shocked. "Yes, love?"
"Shut up." You said, breathing out a laugh as you leaned up and pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck once again.
Steven just stood there, his eyes wide, lips unmoving.
'Kiss her back!' Marc hissed.
Before you could pull away, thinking he was uncomfortable, Steven snaked his arms around your waist, holding you as close as he could, finally kissing you back.
When you both pulled away a few moments later to catch your breaths, you just stared at each other, soft pants escaping your smiling lips.
"Shall we?" Steven asked sheepishly, jerking his head towards the entrance of the pyramid.
You adored the bright pink shade of his cheeks in that moment, wanting to take a mental picture to keep forever. "Yeah." Was all you could manage, still light headed from your kiss.
You knew this was going to be a long journey; both this mission of Marc's and your relationship with Steven, but you were ready. For what? You didn't know exactly, but as long as you had Steven, you could do anything.
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Willow
Modern Reincarnation AU. Merlin and Lancelot go through a photo album. ~1700 words. Lancelot/Merlin. No warnings apply. (Mention of car wreck that killed Lancelot in a past life.)
A late birthday gift for Mod @little-ligi, because I couldn't have made this fest work without her. You're the best Ligi 💗
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There’s no need to print photographs anymore. It’s easy enough to look at a screen and and flip through thousands, hundreds of thousands of images. But there has always been something special about choosing individual moments, perfect snapshots, and cataloging them into a book whose pages he can flip through. Merlin has been alive for over 1500 years. Books are one of the most familiar things he knows. One of the only things that hasn’t changed much in 1500 years.
People changed, clothes changed, transport changed, but not books. Those had remained nearly the same. You open the front cover and you look at what’s inside, just like always.
After 1500 years of adaptations, it was nice for this one thing to remain the same.
So when Lancelot hands him the photo album, Merlin is about to break his own face in half with how much he smiles at it. It’s a good thing, no a great thing, that Lancelot has done. The photo album is a deep forest green, the cover embossed with “The Book of Us.” In silver letters that Merlin traces with his fingers.
“What’s the occasion?” He asked, almost unable to take his eyes off of the book.
“Today is the day we met in this life, 10 years ago. I thought it might be nice.” Lancelot’s voice is so sincere, that Merlin has to look at him, has to look at the face of the man that he has loved without end or conditions for 1500 years. Tears prick his eyes because of all the love he see’s in Lancelot’s.
“I love you.” Merlin’s voice is soft when he finally finds it, and Lancelot crushes him to his broad chest, giving him a stability Merlin didn’t even know he needed until he had it.
“And I you,” Lancelot kissed Merlin’s cheek and Merlin’s fingers itched to open the photo album, but he didn’t want to leave the circle of Lancelot’s arms. He’s content to just listen to soft sound of Lancelot’s breaths, feel the pounding of his heart against his chest.
It’s Lancelot who finally breaks the silence. “Would you like to see the photos, my love?” His voice is soft and nonjudgemental. It’s obvious to Merlin that either a yes or a no would be acceptable.
“Yeah,” Merlin finally says, composing himself to pull away and walk with Lancelot to the couch.
They sit and Lancelot waits patiently for Merlin to feel ready to open the book.
The first few pages cover the span of over a year, with so few pictures taken before Lancelot knew him, before he remembered. Several of them are pulled from Instagram, captions included. There’s one of an empty seat and a drained coffee cup, and the caption just reads “I think I’ve met the man of my dreams.” It’s from their first coffee date, Lancelot’s post-date instagram update. Merlin laughed aloud, almost having forgotten it. The next is a candid shot of Merlin. They’d taken a weekend holiday a few months into dating and gone for a hike. The sun was setting behind Merlin, blurring out his features, but the silhouette was so obviously him.
The next was one of Lancelot cooking breakfast, looking over his shoulder to smile curiously at the camera.
Then the first selfie they’d ever taken together, complete with Lancelot pressing a kiss to Merlin’s cheek.
The photographs become more numerous, after that. Some of them and all their friends. There’s the photoset from Morgana’s birthday party (She’d rented a photo booth “because why they hell shouldn’t I spend Uther’s money on bullshit?”) There’s the Christmas photos for the dinner they always throw at Merlin’s because Lancelot doesn’t have any living family to go home to. Arthur and Morgana pop by when Uther becomes insufferable. Gwen and Elyan bring their father by to say hi. Leon stops by with gifts on his way to Mithian’s parent’s house. All these silly little moments caught on camera and made eternal, printed and carefully organized.
There’s the set they took at their third anniversary, a gift from Gwen and Arthur (who had recently gotten their heads out of unsavory places and started dating). There’s the picture of he and Gwaine standing side be side, smiling like old friends despite having just met twenty minutes ago. Merlin has a bruise forming on his cheek, but he’d insisted Lancelot take picture, to commemorate. “It’s not everyday I get in a bar fight, my love. Humor me.” And Lancelot always did.
There’s the terrible sledding disaster of 2015, where Merlin had crashed straight into a tree, and had been having too much fun to stop it with his magic. This is a still from a video, shortly before the actual disaster occurred. By the time the disaster was eminent Lancelot was no longer filming.
There’s the pictures he and Lancelot used to sneak of each other, just to have. Lancelot watching tellie. Merlin having a nap on the couch. Lancelot unclogging the sink. Merlin folding laundry. There was no rhyme or reason, then, for why they took the photos. It was a fun phase, each feeling challenged to take the most mundane pictures, always followed by a faked whining or griping.
There’s the picture of them from two years ago, in tailored suits, surrounded by friends, making their vows, followed by a series of all their friends dancing. A professional photographer had taken these photos, but Merlin always preferred the less polished pictures he and Lancelot took themselves that day.
Like the one Merlin had taken of Lancelot after he’d shoved cake in his face. Or Gwen’s candid picture of them gazing at each other like the biggest idiots in love.
Merlin doesn’t know when he started to cry, but he feels a tear roll down his face only when Lancelot pushes it away.
“I hope these are happy.” Lancelot puts his arm around him and Merlin nuzzles his shoulder. It’s enough, right now, to feel his warmth and smell his soap and just be near him. It’s grounding in a way only Lancelot ever was. The years with Lancelot, and there always seemed to be so many fewer of those than years without him, always made him feel the most alive. The most loved. The memories of Lancelot were good, but they didn’t sustain him, not like this would.
“Come here.” Merlins said, wiping his face and standing suddenly. He takes Lancelot’s hand and leads him out to the car.
“Where are we going?” He asked as they buckled the seat belts, but Merlin just shook his head.
“I want to show you something.”
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The self storage place they pull up to is one of the last things Lancelot expects.
“Come on.” Merlin gets out and Lancelot dutifully follows, just like always. He lets Merlin take his hand again and watches as he pulls out a key ring that Lancelot’s never seen before and flips through them.
‘I put everything away, every time I meet one of you.” Merlin explains. “I used to have to keep the houses, to keep the things, but these are more secure.” He finally finds the key he needs as they stop outside a storage unit. “This one is from when we lived in the 1960s. Found you in Wales, then, of all places.” He smiled wanly. “We had 10 years together before you died in 1968. Car wreck.”
Lancelot only ever remembers bits of pieces of his past lives, normally only the good bits. “You weren’t with me, I presume?”
Merlin laughed as he wrenched the storage room door open. “You wouldn’t let me.”
“Is that why you never let me ride in a car without you now?”
“Part of it. I also just don’t like to be away from you.” Merlin flicked a light on and Lancelot was surprised by the sheer volume of things that existed in the room. “This was all of your things. I usually give myself about a year to wallow before I pack it away. If it’s here I never have to forget it, but I can still come and see it, if I need to.” He drags Lancelot to the back. On a wire rack there are plastic containers that looks like they’ve been taped shut. Merlin mutters a quick spell to remove the taping and then digs through the box. There are books, folders, papers, but then Merlin pulls out a photo album.
“I want you to see this. Because… I don’t know. It feels important.” Merlin is a very very old man, but he still doesn’t always have all the answers. Sometimes he just has to trust his gut and hope for the best.
He takes the album gently. It doesn’t smell stale the way old books usually do, most likely due to Merlin’s magic, but he flips it open anyway, without question. The first picture is of him and Merlin, a different him, but the same Merlin, Merlin’s arm is slung over him and they’re posing much more like a happy couple than a pair of friends. “Who took this?” He asked, tracing the lines of Merlin’s face. He looks so much older here than the Merlin he knows.
“Elyan. He liked photography. Took well to most of the Arts that life, actually.” Merlin smile and flipped a few pages to show Lancelot a picture of Elyan with a painting. “Abstraction was sort of the thing, then. He does a good job of it.”
“I don’t know anything about art, but it’s very compelling.” Even in the dreamy old photo, which was saying quite a lot.
“I brought it, a few years after he died. It’s in one of the other units.”
“How many of these do you have?” Lancelot asked, turning the page and almost laughing aloud at the image of Gwaine holding Arthur in a headlock. The two of them never changed, apparently.
“Just a couple. There are quite a lot of units in each building.”
“You own this building?”
“I’ve been alive for 1500 years, my love.” Merlin kisses his cheek and Lancelot closes the album. “I have a lot of stuff.”
“We’re taking this with us.”
“That was always the intent.” Merlin closes the box and spells the tape back into place. “That was a gift from you, too, actually, birthday present.”
“I’m predictable.”
Merlin laughed and wrapped an arm around Lancelot, tilting his head up to kiss his forehead. “You’re sentimental, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He pulled Merlin’s head back down to kiss hims squarely on the lips, making Merlin finally pause for the first time since they’d gotten in the car. “Neither would I.”
#mercelot#merlance#minimercelotweek2021#day 5: gift#I was gonna write a fill for Thursday based on stuff I knew you liked but yesterday was a wash for writing#but maybe I'll get to it before the end of mercelot week anyway 👀#mmw2021fill
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Sweeter Endings
Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Still reeling from the financial realities of losing your mother you turn to a lucrative website for help and get more than you could have bargained for.
W/C: 5,325
Warnings: Smut (no minors 18+ only), light D/S dynamics, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, swearing
A/N: NO MINORS, I wrote this for @donutloverxo 's Sugary 4k Challenge (Congrats!!) I love sugar daddy AUs so I was really excited to write this!! If you like it then please like/reblog/comment I'm all ears! Also maybe check out my other stuff if you want! Cheers!
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The saying ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ was truer than you’d ever imagined and you found out the hard way. Life had hit you hard last year. You had watched your mother succumb very quickly to cancer. A cold that just wouldn’t go away turned into a doctor’s visit turned into three months left to live. Having no one else in her life, the cost of her funeral and medical bills fell to you. The bills outweighing the inheritance you had no choice but to drop out of school.
One year later you were hanging on by threads to keep yourself off the streets without turning to a loan shark or selling yourself. Stocking shelves at a bougie grocery store in Soho by day and bartending in Tribeca by night had you working six days a week. What free time you had you were too exhausted to do anything with. Something had to give or you were going to collapse from the stress, you just didn’t know what.
A couple weeks ago you had been casually venting about how broke you were with a coworker when she jokingly suggested signing up for one of those Sugar Daddy sites. You laughed along with her but it sounded better than getting a third job. You had quietly asked one of your roommates to borrow their laptop saying you needed to look at job postings only half a lie, really and locked yourself in your room.
You were just gonna check out the website, maybe sign up and poke around, it didn’t mean you were committing to anything, just looking. You remembered first looking at the website once your shitty wifi loaded it, promising ‘beautiful and successful people making mutually beneficial connections’. You balked after reading that but you couldn’t look at any profiles without making one yourself so you had set to work.
After making your profile you hadn’t gotten any hits in about a week so you shrugged it off. You couldn’t keep hogging your roommate’s computer anyways so you set off back to work. Your days at the store wore on into endless nights at the bar and you wondered what other options you really had when you had no degree and no experience in any relevant field.
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6 o’clock on a Thursday night, the typical after work crowd begins to roll in. The bar you work in is upscale, classy. Definitely trying to lure in the businessmen that worked in the area and their wallets. It annoyed you to deal with the same type of customers you did at the store all over again but with the high end crowd came good tips so you couldn't complain too much.
It was busier than usual when a group of men in suits walked in together asking for a booth. You saw a lot of business meetings take place over whiskey sours in this place so you didn’t think much of it. You tried your best to keep tending to your regulars when a pair from the group came over.
One of the men had deep brown eyes and a sly grin that when split gave you the perfect view of the gap between his teeth. He was confident but he had a kind look to him. His friend had dirty blond hair and a beard that clung to his perfect jawline and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t snuck a second look. You turned your back and continued filling orders to distract yourself when one of them cleared their throat behind you.
As you turned to face them you found it was the blond calling after you. His face held a hint of surprise but it was quickly replaced by a look of amusement as he smirked and one brow lifted, like he knew something you didn’t. He was like any other typical customer for you, professional and handsome, probably over-confident in himself. You returned his smirk and prepared your best charming banter. Time to earn those tips.
“Something to drink for you, gentleman?” You offered.
“We’d like a round of scotch for the table over there. You don’t mind bringing it over, do you sweetheart?” the brown-eyed man asked.
“Of course not” you answered. Pricks.
“Good girl” the blond said with a wink. Creep. A hot creep but still. Before you could ask he took his card out of his wallet and put it on the counter for the tab.
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A round had come and passed, soon they’d asked for another but this time it was just the blond that approached you. You lifted your eyebrows in anticipation of an order.
“You here often?” he asked. Ugh, not even a good pick up line.
“Am I here at my job often?” You retorted with a playful smile.
The man’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Sorry you just uh, you look familiar that’s all. What’s your name?”
You supplied him with it and asked him if he wanted another round of scotch. He nodded.
“Smart girl, I’m Steve by the way.” He laid down his business card which you picked up with a look of challenging curiosity. Steve Rogers, CEO of Shield inc.
Oh. You didn’t recognize the name but you definitely knew the company. It felt like a quarter of their employees stopped in for a drink throughout the week and it was prominent enough of a company that you read about it weekly. Play it cool, these types want to feel like an every-man at the bar but still wanna feel important.
You raised your eyebrows again in recognition. “Nice to meet you, Steve, I’ll have your round right out.”
“Good Girl” he winked again at you. Okay so it’s hot, but he’s a total stranger and you don’t even know him. Stay on your game.
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10 o’clock came around and things were thinning out slightly, regulars made their way out, awkward Tinder dates and rowdy young 20-somethings made their way in. The party of businessmen was still around but they were hopefully wrapping up after the 2 more rounds they’d had. Steve approached the bar once more and you preemptively picked up the bottle of scotch.
“Whoa, easy, girl! I’m here to pick up the tab” He said, taking out his wallet.
“What’s the name on the tab?” You decided to play dumb but based off the grin on his face he knew you were playing with him.
“Steve. Rogers.” He replied, his tone was stern but his eyes told you he was in on the joke.
You cashed him out and left him to sign his receipt so you could make more drinks. You saw him move in your peripheral and turned your head to see his face.
“Have a good night, sweetheart. I’ll be seein’ ya” he promised.
“Take care!” You smiled back.
A few minutes later you circled back to collect his receipt and found three $100 bills staring back at you. You blinked dumbly in disbelief, who the hell leaves a 200% tip? Looking around to see if Steve was still here he was nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to pocket the money.
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Another week went by and left you wondering how much energy and concentration it would take for you to just evaporate, since that seemed easier than going to work today. Sadly still in solid form, you punched in at the store and stowed your things in your locker.
Your upscale customer base was a mostly pretentious and successful group of yuppies so even though you were grateful to not be on the streets you were constantly reminded of the professional success you couldn’t help but feel that you were missing out on. Stuck instead to listen to incessant whining ‘is this organic? I won’t eat it unless it’s organic’.
The upside of this job was that the time went by quickly because you always had so much to do. Plus with how monotonous the work was it was easy enough to zone out. So much so that you hadn’t heard someone calling your name and approaching you. A hand softly touching your shoulder snapped you into the present.
You looked up, startled to find a pair of blue eyes staring back into yours. You took a step back and processed who it was. “CEO guy?” Steve?
“‘CEO guy?’ I thought I recognized you, ‘barmaid’ or should I say… ‘stock girl?’” He joked using his fingers to make quotations.
Now that you thought about it, the store isn’t that far at all from the bar, it would make sense if he’s in the area. You smiled and tapped your nametag in response.
“I just came in on my lunch to grab a few groceries” looking down at his basket it held some protein powder, some eggs, and one lonely banana. “Clearly, I’m single. But you’d know that already, wouldn’t you?”
Your brows twinged together in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?
“Excuse me?”
He edged a little closer to you and lowered his voice “SeekingConnection.com?”
Your eyes widened in shock. The fucking Sugar Daddy site! I forgot about that! Surprise was quickly replaced with humiliation. You looked down and away as you felt your cheeks heat up.
“I don’t mean to embarrass you” Steve placated, “But I gotta say, I’m pretty hurt you never responded to me. I sent that message weeks ago and let’s just say I’m not used to rejection.” He kept his tone light, letting you know he wasn’t mad.
“I-I um, I’m sorry, I don’t have a computer and they don’t have an app, I was using my roommates’ computer and I guess I forgot about it…” You admitted.
Steve nodded in acknowledgement. Please say something to salvage this conversation. Please.
“Well,” Steve rummaged in his pocket for another business card. “You got a pen on you?”
You dug around in your apron and came up with one. Handing it to him you watched as he wrote on the back of the card. He held the card and the pen out to you.
“That’s my number, I’d ask for yours but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, you already look like you wanna sink through the floor” Not helping, but I do. You took them from him and tucked them away in the pocket of your apron.
“You do have a phone right?” You only glared at him in response. “Well, if you check your profile, you would’ve seen I asked you out to lunch, offer still stands. Just text me when you’re free”
Should I even say yes? I mean, the winking the other night was weird but he’s good looking and at least somewhat considerate. I mean, it’s not like I had any other intention when I signed up for that site. What the hell. right?
“I… usually work mid shifts so I don’t know if lunch is doable, they only give me half an hour but, maybe we could do coffee? I’ve got tomorrow off from the bar I could meet you” you suggested.
If Steve felt pity for you he hid it well behind the wide smile he made when you offered coffee instead.
“There’s a place around the corner from here, just up a block, you know it? I’m off tomorrow at 6, why don’t you meet me there?”
“Sounds like a plan.” He winked at you again and started walking away. What the hell just happened?
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You did end up borrowing your roommate’s computer once again when you got home to look up Steve’s DM. Sure enough, there he had been in all his internet glory. ‘Steve, 33, CEO. likes: art, conversation, whiskey. Digging around further on his profile you found that he owned several houses here and in Europe, he had a dog that was cuter than he was, and that he was ‘Seeking deeper connection’. All of these things piqued your interest.
‘Hey, Doll. Saw your profile and I had to ask, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? Kidding, of course. But maybe you’d care to tell me your story over lunch? Your profile says we’re both in New York. - Steve’ Sent three weeks ago. Fuck.
You had texted him earlier to confirm, which is how you found yourself walking up the sidewalk towards the shop with a mind running rampant with nervous thoughts. What if he just wants to feel big about himself in comparison to me? What would I even really have to offer the relationship? A college dropout working two dead-end jobs with no social life. You needed to snap yourself out of it. You were just meeting for coffee doesn’t mean anything.
Pushing open the door you found Steve waving at you from a quiet corner. He was still in a suit, presumably coming from work himself. Even the buttons on his shirt looked expensive. You were wearing dirty jeans and a worn pair of work boots paired with a flannel. You couldn’t have looked more different if you tried.
“I waited for you to order,” He said. You smiled up at him, only now realizing how tall he was in comparison to you. He ushered you both towards the counter where you both placed your orders. You moved to take your wallet from your purse but he had already beat you there.
“Really? As if I’d let the lady pay, and on the first date no less?” He said playfully.
“Oh, so this is a date now, is it?” You kidded.
Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and gave you that boyish grin and a shrug. The pair of you made your way back to the table and waited for your drinks to be brought over.
“How was work?” You asked, “What exactly is it that your company does?”
“We offer security and surveillance software domestically as well as international. Stadiums, airports, other government buildings. Things of that nature. And work was fine, thank you for asking” Steve said with a genuine smile. “How was your day, doll?”
“Oh, my day was fine, more of the same but y’know,” You answered half-heartedly.
“You know, you never answered me, what’s a funny, pretty gal like you doing on a site like that?”
Embarrassment hit you again, this time maybe accompanied with a hint of shame. You were saved momentarily by your drinks being delivered. He seemed truly interested and since he was paying you supposed you owed him an answer.
“I was going to Columbia and I had a pretty good internship when my mom got diagnosed with cancer. She died three months later and since it was only always just the two of us I ended up footing the bill. I was on partial scholarship but between the hospital and the funeral I can’t really afford the rest of tuition on top of working for free so here I am” you explained, “Oh my god, I’m sorry I’m totally oversharing aren’t I? You probably don’t wanna hear about a bummer like this, sorry”
You tried to laugh to ease the tension you thought you’d created. Braving a look at Steve, he looked thoughtful and only a little bit like he pitied you. You could live with that.
“I’m really sorry about your mom, mine also got really sick before she died, I know it must’ve been hard. What were you in school for?”
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You and Steve talked for hours, trading anecdotes of childhood and talking about each other’s interests. You had a similar sense in humour so you got on swimmingly. The evening seemed to be coming to a close as the night sky sent in through the window.
Being with Steve was probably the most relaxed you’d felt since before your mom was diagnosed. It became difficult to focus on anything but your financial situation and even though that’s what brought you here in the first place you had managed to forget all about it.
“So look, us getting together wasn’t exactly the most conventional on meet-cutes but to put it bluntly,” He said, “The CEO life makes it hard to meet real people and it gets kinda lonely, I mean, you saw my grocery basket” You both laughed at that. “You need money and I need company, I feel like we could help each other out. Whad’ya say? Think you could put up with me?”
You knew what this was but hearing it put so plainly was a little surprising. At least he was to the point.
“So if I said yes what does that mean, exactly?” you inquired.
“Well,” he started, “We take care of each other. Let me cover some of your bills at the very least, make it so you’d be comfortable quitting at least one of your jobs. And you’d keep me company, we go on dates, maybe you could come over, there’s the occasional work event or charity gala I’d need you on my arm for. Thoughts?”
God I can’t even imagine what it’s like to work only one job anymore. Maybe I could even save up and go back to school. He’s cute and he seems sensible, why not?
“Could we maybe take things slow? What you describe is something I’m down for but I don’t want to make myself completely dependent on you. But I’d love to be there for you, and I have to admit, the thought of only working one full time job is pretty crazy to me” You laughed.
Steve swallowed and placed one of his large, warm hands over yours.
“I can do things the old fashioned way, if that’s what you’d feel good with. I gotta say though, with looks like that it’s not gonna be easy” he jested.
You smiled shyly and looked away. You both stood to leave and he held the door open for you.
“I’ve already got your number from when you texted me earlier but I’ll talk to my assistant about my schedule and maybe I could take you out to dinner this weekend?”
“I um, I’d really like that. It’s a date” You stated.
“Oh, so you think this is a date now?” He jested.
You lightly punched him in the arm and he took the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You looked up to find his face inches from yours. You could smell his aftershave and his deep voice gave you goosebumps when he spoke next.
“I kinda want to kiss you goodnight, would that be okay?”
You could only nod as he shut his eyes and closed in. Your lips met in one perfect, chaste kiss. You sighed and leaned into his hand as it briefly cupped your face.
You broke apart and made promises to see each other soon. You felt like you could’ve floated home as you boarded the subway, caught up in the swarm of newly forming feelings.
_____
You sat in the break room when your phone buzzed to life, ‘Saturday at 7?’
You were about to type out a yes when you forgot you worked closing at the bar. Your thumbs moved quickly to tap out the reply ‘Working, sorry :/ the pitfalls of bartending. Sunday at 7?’
You were nervous telling him no and asking to change plans. You hated not being able to make things work but you only just met the man and the weekend tips were killer, it’s not like you could turn the shift down.
‘Ah yes, almost forgot. Sunday works too, I’ll text you the details. What’s your address? I’ll pick you up’
Oh, God. Steve can’t see my building! His cufflinks probably cost more than my rent!
‘I’ll just meet you there, don’t worry about it’
‘Not a chance, doll. Just tell me where and I’ll come get you’
You let out a worried sigh but knew you had to let it go. You sent him your address and went back to work.
____
Saturday was maybe the longest day in your entire week, in fact you loathed it. Mornings at the store followed by running immediately to the bar. Last call in New York was 4am so it’s a good thing you didn’t try to make brunch plans with Steve for Sunday. But ultimately both your shifts passed without major incident and now it was Sunday and you tried to ready yourself the best you could.
The place Steve mentioned was fancy, you knew that much from a quick search. Panicking instantly upon realizing you don’t really have any nice clothes you turned to your most fashionable roommate for help. She loaned you a cocktail dress that was revealing enough to draw interest without giving everything away. You just hoped Steve would like it.
‘Downstairs, doll. Silver BMW’ you exhaled. Hoo boy, here we go.
____
Steve handed his keys to the valet and rushed around to open your door for you. You held his hand and you clambered onto the sidewalk in your heels. His warm hand on the small of your back as he steered you towards the doors was a comforting weight.
Dinner has been lovely so far, he chose a place that wasn’t completely white-glove but was upscale enough to make you feel only a little underdressed.
You joked back and forth with him over the course of the meal, talked about your lives, and even found out you both have a guilty pleasure for cheesy rom-coms. It wasn’t until dessert and your third glass of wine came that you realized how much time had passed. You frowned slightly thinking of the early morning ahead of you followed by a long night at the bar.
“What’s wrong, doll?”
“Oh, nothing I just didn’t realize how late it was, I’ve got both jobs tomorrow it’ll just be a long day that’s all” you tried to wave it off but Steve frowned in response.
“Quit the bar” he stated.
“What?”
“Quit the bar. This is your card, I’ve already loaded $3000 on there. Put me in touch with your landlord and I’ll get you taken care of.” He slid the card across the table to you. Your name printed on the front. This got real very quickly.
“Steve, that’s.” You were in shock, a loss for words almost “that’s too much, I don’t know what to say.” You felt embarrassed taking the money. You knew that was the essence of your arrangement but actually taking his money had you feeling uneasy.
“Honey, this is what I’m here for. Let me take care of you. Give up your late nights. I wanna take you out on the weekends and you’ll need to be available for events. You can stay at the store if you want but quit the bar, you don’t need it.”
You took a deep sigh. He did say he wanted you to be comfortable quitting one of your jobs; it's just making the change that scares you. But something about Steve felt safe so you nodded and looked up to him.
“I’ll put in my two weeks”
“Good girl” he patted your knee and you involuntarily clenched your thighs. He smirked at that but let it go.
____
A few months had come and gone since that night and your time with Steve had been great. Only working the one job gave you so much more free time. You'd spent a good chunk of it just trying to form a normal sleep schedule but all the time you spent with Steve made it difficult. Not that you minded especially since your allowance was monthly but he’d showered you with gifts here and there.
They started off small, perfume, chocolates and flowers, or a simple pair of white gold hoops that reminded him of you. They gradually became pricier and more elaborate. You’d felt guilty accepting it all at first but he was insistent you deserve the best. He had even mentioned you moving out maybe finding a better place but you reminded him you needed to go slow.
He’d also been nothing short of a gentleman. Out in public at least, you’d learned the hard way that he was an absolute animal in bed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your hands off of him.
Something you had appreciated about Steve is that he never made you feel bad or less than for being broke. Never held his money over your head like leverage. You’d felt equal to him in all aspects, understanding you had just as much say as he did.
Still, there was a small nagging voice in the back of your head that reminded you Steve is not your boyfriend. This isn't a relationship and he's looking to get something out of just like you are. But if you were being honest you were catching feelings, it was hard not to when the man was giving you the fantasy. You decided to push that voice aside whenever it came up and let yourself be swept away. Maybe that would bite you in the ass but for now you were happy.
____
You were buzzed into Steve’s building and on the elevator ride up to his penthouse your phone buzzed. ‘I have to make a quick call- I’ve got a present waiting for you in the living room.’ You couldn’t help but feel giddy.
The doors opened and Steve was nowhere in sight but as you entered the living room a bag from Chanel and the Apple Store sat on the table. Oh god, what this time? I swear this man is too much.
You opened the smaller bag from Chanel first and found a beautiful black and white evening bag. It was sleek and simple, very much to your tastes. You were nervous to open the Apple bag, Steve always went overboard. Shakily removing the paper you pulled out the slim case in disbelief. A MacBook Air and a pair of AirPod Pros. The man well and truly spoiled you.
“You said you didn’t have a computer.” His voice came from behind you and startled you.
“Steve, this is too much. You’re too much.” You swung your arms around his neck and kissed him.
“Nothin’s too much for you, doll.” He kissed the top of your head.
“Think you could take a couple days off of work? I just got off the phone and confirmed plans for my house in Nice.”
A trip? France?? Oh my god. How is this my life? You felt so overwhelmed that you grabbed Steve by the collar and brought his face down to meet you in a kiss. His tongue swiped your lips and you granted him entrance. Moaning into his mouth your hands traveled up into his hair, pulling softly and coaxing a groan out of him.
He guided you to sit on the couch and brought you down into his lap. You ground down onto him and felt his hard-on through his slacks. Your hand moved slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down your jaw towards your neck. You sighed softly when he found your sweet spot and started sucking.
He helped you take off his shirt while you got started on his belt and undid his pants. He lifted himself off the couch slightly to move them down to his knees, taking his briefs with them. His cock stood proud and an angry red, leaking at the tip.
“I wanna ride you, I can’t wait.” You pouted as you writhed against him in need.
Steve tutted at you “that’s no way to get what you want. Ask me nicely, baby. Beg to ride my cock,”
You ground down even harder and whined. “Please, sir, please let me ride your cock. I need to feel you, I can’t wait any longer please.”
“Good Girl” Steve's hands flipped up your skirt and found your panties, ripping them to shreds. They were La Perla and had cost a pretty penny but he didn’t care.
He lined himself up and brought you down harshly gripping your hips. You moaned loudly in surprise and satisfaction and wasted no time moving back and forth. Steve made you feel so close and connected to him whenever he fucked you but he still made you feel sordid and dirty. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling, you’d gladly chase it.
His eyes were hooded as watched you chase your own pleasure and giving him some in return. His hands kneaded your ass and smacked it just to get a gasp out of you. He grabbed the back of your head and brought you in for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He’d nip at you and lick the pain away.
His hips met yours, finding your rhythm and speeding you both up when he gripped your hips.
“Can’t wait to have me, you had to fuck me on the couch huh?” Steve panted, “my dirty girl. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”
You put your forehead against his and went harder, pushing your clit to grind against the muscles of his abs.
“Only yours, sir.” Your orgasm was building. Steve was a pretty relaxed dom but you still needed permission.
“Sir, please let me cum I can’t wait any longer” you tried your best to slow your movements a bit.
“I think you can hold it baby, I wanna enjoy you a little longer”.
You could only whine in response and tried to slow your pace but his grip on your hips and his own movements pushed you further and further towards the edge. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hands only tightened. It felt like forever until Steve finally gave you permission.
“Go on baby, cum for me you earned it. Fuck your self on my cock and cum all over me”
Your movements were frantic, desperate to chase your orgasm when finally the perfect angle of his cock inside you and your clit against him set you free. You cried out above him and dug your nails in deep.
Steve held you firmly in place and started slamming into you from below, finally letting himself think about cumming. All you could do was hold on for mercy. Moments later he brought you down onto him one final slam as he came inside of you with a cry.
The only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath. You sighed again and collapsed against him, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kissed the side of your face and let you make yourself at home while he caressed your back.
____
One shower and two more orgasms later you were both clean and made your way to the kitchen. Steve was gathering the ingredients for dinner when you hugged him from behind. Your head resting against his back. Steve twisted around and hugged you in full. You both stayed like that for a moment until you looked up at him.
You were so content. Moments like this where you were just domestic were some of the best between you. It wasn’t about money or material, it was just the two of you making dinner and enjoying each other, no barriers.
“Are you really going to take me to France?” Your voice came out muffled against his chest.
“Of course, doll. After dinner I want you to use your new laptop to buy some outfits for the trip. I left my card in your new purse.”
You lifted onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose.
“You really do think of everything, don’t you?”
“What can I say? I’m a planner” he retorted.
You didn’t know it yet but Steve was going to ask you to become official while you were there. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. In fact he’d never been so sure about something in his life.
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Cigars Before Sex (dom!spencer)
AN: PLEASE READ THIS NOTE! I made up the facts on cigars and stuff like that (like when spencer rambles to reader how she shouldn't be smoking cigars at her age bc of frontal lobe development). They aren't real lmao i just didn't wanna do cigarettes for this story so i decided on cigars and i wanted spencer to ramble to reader about how she shouldn't smoke cigars.
ALSO! I will be doing a lot more sub! Spencer x reader ones! I have a ton of them written down, I just need to write them (obviously lmao). For now, I get lots of Dm's asking to do a Dom! Spencer x reader, so I'm doing this one, then a sub! One. love you all! <33 (i may have a sub! Spencer story coming this weekend(maybe) Im not sure, my exams are coming up soon for school, so i may be a little behind in this book, but im trying my best!)
CW: smoking (but cigars lol not cigarettes), Daddy k!nk, choking k!nk, thigh riding (kind of) edging (sort of), heavy petting, teasing, oral sex (male- receiving), Dom-Sub relationship, sub-drop, pretty big age gap (reader is 20-21, spencer is like 38 ish) [--if you are uncomfortable with that sort of age-gap, please leave or proceed to the next chapter (although it is not mentioned necessarily, that is just how I envision spencer and y/n.) :) ], degradation k!nk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, praise k!nk, overstimulation, sub-drop (with after care!!), cockwarming
Y/n's POV:
Spencer Reid was a busy man.
When Spencer wasn't working at the BAU, he was teaching college students at the university.
When Spencer wasn't teaching college students at the university, he was at home, in our apartment, grading papers.
I loved how successful he was, but it made me sad that we couldn't spend a lot of time together; the only time alone we got was on the weekends if Spence didn't have a case.
That being said, my needs weren't always fulfilled, and I know for damn sure Spencer's weren't either as he would eat, work, work, work some more, spend time with me, and then sleep; his arms encased around me as he cuddled with me in our bed every night (over course when he didn't have cases).
As much as I loved the weekends when we would spend all of our time together, I needed him.
Like, now.
But at the moment, it was a Thursday night, and Spence was sitting at his desk in our apartment grading papers, a cigar sticking out of his mouth as he rifled through his students' essays, his pen whizzing around each paper; correcting any mistakes that they may have made.
God, he looked so good.
I tried my best to refrain from staring at him as I sat on the couch in front of his desk, reading a book. I tried focusing on my reading- really, I tried..but it was inevitable that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything when I saw smoke flow smoothly out of Spencer's mouth.
Heat shot to my core, and I bit my lip softly, trying my best to be good for Spencer; I knew he didn't like to get distracted.. But maybe this particular distraction I was whipping up in my mind would be allowed by him.
So, I carefully put my book down, crossing over the room to where Spencer sat. He didn't seem to notice me-or he just tried his best to stay focused- as he not once looked up from his paperwork.
Not until I plopped myself right on his lap.
"Hi," I greeted, smiling softly as I wrapped my hands around his neck.
"Hello, angel." he said, looking up from his papers to meet my eyes with his; taking the cigar out of his mouth, kissing my nose then tapping excess ash from his cigar onto the ashtray next to him, then placing the smoking cylinder back into his mouth.
He didn't say anything more, going back to work and holding my hip with his other hand.
But that wasn't enough for me. I wanted more of him.
I needed more of him.
Thankfully, I had another plan.
Slowly, I used two fingers to take the cigar out of his mouth, placing the end of it on my lips as I inhaled; the smokey taste filling my mouth.. Spencer, in the meantime, had turned his head around to look at me.
I tilted my head back, then blew out slowly, trying to be as seductive as possible.
Spencer bit his lip softly, watching the smoke flow out from my mouth and into the air as I continued to make eye-contact with him.
Snapping out of his trance, he smirked; his tongue poking the side of his mouth. He took the cigar from my lips very carefully, then tapped some of the ashes off of it on the ash-tray once more.
"You know, you really shouldn't be smoking cigars at your age.. Even though you aren't necessarily inhaling it into your lungs, you're still absorbing it into your bloodstream through the undersides of your tongue. The tobacco can run up through your bloodstream to your brain. And when you're twenty, your frontal lobe isn't completely developed yet. Your brain is fully developed at age twenty five. So, any outside disturbances like smoking cigarettes, cigars, drinking lots of alcohol, can actually mess with your brain patterns and or developments." he rambles mindlessly, and I giggle softly.
"Oh come on, Dr. Reid. It's only a few smokes." I say, combing through his hair with my fingers.
"Mhm, that's what everyone your age says when they want to try something they shouldn't." he mumbles, and I roll my eyes.
"Everyone my age talks to you about smoking cigars?" I question, and he blows smoke out of his mouth once more, creating little ringlets in the air.
"No, but everyone your age talks about wanting to partake in drug and alcohol activity.. Although cigars aren't necessarily 'drugs' they still have tobacco in them." he replies, laughing softly.
"Whatever." I say, and Spencer starts to caress my back as he blows a few more puffs of smoke out of his mouth.. Then goes back to his work.
Ugh, he's so hard to distract!
Fortunately, another plan comes to my mind.
I switch my position on his lap; sitting more-so on his crotch than necessary, and I hear his breath hitch in his throat. I grab the wrist that's hand holds the cigar, and lead it up to my mouth so I can once more wrap my lips around the foot of it.
I feel his eyes burning holes in the side of my head, and I swear, I heard him groan a bit under his breath. I blow the smoke out slower this time, and then turn to look at him.. His eyes fixated on my lips, then bouncing from my eyes, to my lips, then to my body.
He looks at me in awe.
"You better not be teasing me, little girl." he says, breaking his trance and pushing a fallen hair of mine behind my ear.
"I'm not." I say innocently, putting my hands on the sides of his thighs so I can hoist myself higher up on his lap.
I can feel him already hard against my ass, and I slowly move on it; grinding myself on him.
He bites his lip down hard; trying his best not to make a sound so I think that I'm not winning.. But I know I am.
I know that I got him where I wanted him.
"Y/n," he warns, putting the cigar out on the ashtray and then holding my hips down. "If you continue this, you will be punished..do you understand me?" he asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder.
"Please, Daddy, please," I beg. "I need you so bad."
"No. Be a good girl for me, and wait until I'm done." he says simply.
I groan in response, tilting my head back slightly.
I'm pulled out of my trance when Spencer's phone rings on his desk.
"Shit, it's Hotch." he says under his breath, looking at the flashing title on his phone.
"I'm gonna take this, and I want you to be quiet." he says to me before answering the call.
"Hey, Hotch." he says into his phone.
Mentally, I'm groaning, but I have another idea to set him off.
Slowly, I slink down the chair, underneath his desk. Spencer looks at me confusedly as I kneel in front of him.
'He won't be confused for long.' I think to myself.
I take my hand and begin massaging his clothed already-hard dick.
"Y-Yeah, uh, o-okay." he stutters, trying to stop my hand with his, but alas, gives up as I unbutton his pants, sliding his underwear down with them.
I bite my lip, smirking a bit as I begin massaging his dick with my hand, swiping a thumb over the tip that's already wet with pre-cum.
"Fuck." he whimpers softly, his hand balling into a fist on the armrest of his chair. "N-no, sorry that w-wasn't meant for you I-I just, uhm, I j-just stubbed my-my toe." Spencer lies to Hotch and I giggle softly.
I waste no time putting his dick in my mouth; wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock; the same way I did with the cigar earlier.
I take the base of him with my left hand and begin pumping as I bob my head up and down on him slowly; Spencer whimpering softly as a result.
"O-Okay, yeah.. T-that sounds great!" he squeaks, his hand flying to the back of my head, and I take that as a que to go faster. I lightly gag around him, and tears prick the corners of my eyes as Spencer bucks his hips slightly.
I groan around him, and Spencer grabs my hair in a tight grip, trying his best to keep himself from hurting me by bucking his hips more.
"A-alright, t-thanks Hotch!" Spencer says before hanging up his phone and taking a quick deep breath.
He puts his phone down and pulls my head up by my hair.
"What the fuck were you thinking? Do you want to get me fired, little girl?" he seethes.
"N-no Daddy, I just miss you and I wanted to do something for you!" I squeak, and I see Spencer's eyes soften a bit. "I'm sorry." I pout sadly.
"That's okay, pretty girl. Now... finish the job." he says, caressing the side of my face gently with his thumb.
I smile softly, and Spencer's dominant side is broken by a gentle smile crossing over his features.
Quickly, I get back down on my knees and take him in my mouth again.
"That's right little girl.." he groans, petting my head as he tilts his back a bit. "Take it like I know you can- fuck."
I take him deeper into my mouth, and soon, Spencer's breaths become faster and more jagged, a moan ripping from the back of his throat. The sound is so delicious, I begin rocking back and forth; my thighs clenched together as my core begs for more friction. I moan around his dick and the vibrations cause Spencer to come undone. I swallow his seed.
"Good girl." he breathes, looking down at me as I let go of his dick from my mouth with a small 'pop!'
"Now, come sit on my lap while I finish up my paperwork." he says, helping me up and kissing my lips.
Confusedly, I sit on his lap.
"No, no," he chuckles, grabbing my inner thigh then pushes my panties down. "Sit on my lap."
I quickly catch on, biting my lip softly as I giggle; heat creeping up to my cheeks. I pull my panties down, throwing them on the floor.
I mentally thank myself for wearing a skirt as Spencer places his hands on my waist as I sink down slowly onto him; crying out at the feeling of him stretching me out.
"Fuck, you're so tight." he whispers, and I try to move but he stops me with his hand. "Nuh-uh, you have to wait until I finish my work."
"Please, Spencer." I say breathlessly, my pussy throbbing around him.
"No. This is your punishment, angel. Now, be a good girl and sit still." he says, reaching forward to scribbling things out on his papers.
After a moment, he begins caressing my breasts, playing with my nipples. He bucks his hips up, and I cry out, my walls fluttering around him, begging for more of him.
I begin moving but he stops me again.
"Stay. Still." he orders, laying a small kiss on my shoulder blade.
"Please Daddy! I-I promise I'll be good for you." I gasp, clenching around him and he groans.
"No." He says shortly, and I squirm around his dick. "Stop moving, Y/n. This process will only take longer -shit!- it'll only take longer if you don't cooperate." he says, cursing at the feeling of my walls clenching around him again.
"I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be a good girl." I say, wanting his praise.
"Good."
Spencer continues working away, scribbling notes on his student's paper. He bucks his hips up to meet mine once in a while, but otherwise stays still. After a few more minutes, he brings his hand around my body and begins drawing circles on my clit.
I groan, my nails digging into the armrest of the chair.
"Please, move! Please Daddy I need you." I cry, fondling with my hardened nipple.
"If you've got a problem, don't even bother telling me, because I don't really fucking care." as he spoke, he thrusted up into me, his hand gripping my waist with a possessive power.
I turn a bit to see lush flash through his eyes at the sight of me massaging my breasts; his pupils dilated.
"Please. Ugh! Please I need you!" I whimper.
After a minute, he responds back.
"Fine."
I gasp at the feeling of him briefly pulling out of me to flip me over on his desk, my back to his front. "Since you have to be such a little fucking slut and I can't get my things done.. I'll just finish with you first." he growls, entering me, and I choke on a sob as he thrusts himself into me without giving me more time to adjust to his size.
"Fuck, you're so wet little girl.. So wet for me." he says, thrusting inside of me faster. After a few more thrusts he stops, pulling himself out of me once more. I whine at the loss of contact.
"Don't whine, I just wanna see your pretty little face as I fuck you." he growls, kissing my lips hungrily before thrusting himself into me harder now; a book falling off of his desk.
"Fuck!" I sob, and he begins pounding into me relentlessly.
"Language." He shoves his finger into my mouth, and I try my best not to gag on them.
I whine around his fingers, and he moans at the feeling; pulling them out of my mouth, a string of spit dribbling on my chin. He puts his fingers that are covered in my spit on my clit, rubbing circles on it and my back arches off of the table as he puts his hand behind me, keeping me from hurting myself on the corner of his desk.
"Please!" I beg, and although I'm not entirely sure what I'm begging for, he thrusts harder and faster into me, shaking the lamp on the table.
"What's wrong little girl? Got no more fight in you, huh? What're you gonna do..Cry?" he mocks, bringing his hand up from my clit to the back of my head; grasping my hair tightly.
"Daddy, you feel s-so good!" I sob, tears pricking my eyes.
"You like that, don't you? You like teasing me; almost having my boss -fuck- almost having my boss find out you were sucking my dick under my desk?" he teases, taking his hand off the back of my head then caressing my sides gently; the juxtaposition of it all intoxicatingly funny if I weren't in the situation that I was in at the moment.
"Sp-Spe.." I try to talk, but everything is so amazingly overwhelming it's too difficult.
"Awe, can't even say my fucking name? Doesn't matter anyway, you know who you belong to." he huffs, his dick now pounding into my sweet spot, and I cry; my orgasm coming sooner than I anticipated.
As if Spencer could read minds, he bends down a bit to whisper in my ear as he thrusts into me at an unholy pace. "Don't even think about coming before I do, princess.. I get to go first."
I clutch onto the table behind me, my nails dragging on the wood as I try to keep my body upright.
Spencer pushes his books off of the desk and lies my body down on the cold wood, throwing my legs over his shoulder as he pounds even deeper inside of me.
"Please don't stop." I squeak, and clench around him.
"Wasn't planning on it, princess." he growls again, kissing me ravenously on the mouth; our tongues fighting for dominance.
"Fuck me harder, please!" I beg, rocking my hips to meet his.
"God, you're such a little slut, you know that? You fucking like this." he responds, driving into me as the table rocks. "Oh my- fuck- I love you so fucking much." he groans.
Butterflies erupt in my belly, flying up to my chest; making my heart flutter.
"I love you so much, Spence." I cry, spit dribbling down my chin.
His eyes soften at my words, until he remembers his dominance and lust flashes through them.
"Fuck." he growls through clenched teeth, and I feel him cum deep inside of me, although he keeps thrusting even deeper. "Go ahead little girl, come for me." He says, bringing his hand from my waist back to my clit and begins rubbing it with his thumb.
"Spencer!" I gasp, and my orgasm hits me like a bus, my walls fluttering around him as I come. He thrusts deeper inside of me, and my back arches as I squirm underneath him, the feeling of euphoria so strong, I become light-headed.
After a moment, we both come down from our highs, and Spencer pulls out of me gently.
We catch our breaths, and Spencer kisses all over my body as I wiggle, giggling at his hair tickling my skin.
"How are you?" He asks, brushing hair out of my face.
"A little slut." I tease.
I meant it as a joke, [of course], but I see guilt flash in Spencer's eyes.
Quickly, I cup his cheeks with my hands. "I loved it, Spence.. Like I normally do. And I love you." I say, squishing his cheeks a bit as he smiles down at me.
"Do you wanna have a bath?" Spencer asks, and I squeal with excitement.
"Yes, please!"
I grab his hand, and we walk to the bathroom. Spencer turns on the water as I go pee, and takes off his tie. He unbuttons his shirt, getting completely naked.
He takes off my sheer pink tank top for me, and kisses my neck and chest.
I smile softly, emotions coursing through my veins.
I cling onto Spencer, not letting go once as we step in the bathtub; my back against his front as he wraps his arms around me once we sit down.
"I love you." I whimper, tears pricking my eyes.
"Hey, look at me." he whispers, and I turn to him, my eyes no doubt red from tears.
"I-I'm sorry I don't know why I'm crying, I just love you so much." I babble, my bottom lip puffing out a bit.
"Baby, it's okay.. It's just sub-drop." he says, brushing away the fallen tears. He puts his forehead on mine, kissing my nose gently. "And I love you so much."
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he caresses my back gently.
We whisper little I love you's to each other, and he brushes some hair away from my neck to kiss the soft skin.
I pull away, seeing Spencer's face flash with love but guilt.
"Y/n, if I hurt you.. You'd tell me, right?" he asks nervously.
"Spencer, you didn't hurt me. I loved everything about what we did." I say reassuringly, brushing some of his unruly curls out of his face; some of his hair sticking to his damp forehead.
"I know, but you'd tell me.. Right?" he asks again, his golden eyes looking into mine.
"Yes, of course I'd tell you.. But you have never hurt me, nor will you ever." I say, kissing his lips then his forehead.
"Okay, good."
There's a comfortable silence that stretches over us for a moment until he breaks it.
"Also, Y/n, I-I'm sorry for being so busy. This upcoming week is my last week at the university so I'll be able to spend more time with you. I know we barely have time to spend with each other but-.." I cut him off.. I know Spencer rambles when he gets nervous, and as much as I love his rambles, I need to shut him up this once.
"Spence, I'm so proud of you. And although I wish we could spend more time together than just weekends and small breaks.. I'm happy that you have other things besides me that make you happy."
"I rather be with you everyday than work... or anyone else for that matter." he says, swallowing thickly, but smiles at me through somewhat sad-eyes.
My eyes soften, and I kiss him softly on the lips. "I know. But I'm always here.. And I'm sort of glad that this week is your last week teaching.. is that bad?" I ask, giggling lightly.
"No, I'm glad too.. I get to spend more time with you." he replies, blushing a bit, and I kiss his nose and forehead once more.
Spencer and I smile at each other.
The rest of the bath is filled with Spencer washing me off, kisses, and cuddles.
"I love you." he whispers, tenderly caressing the sides of my body, kissing the top of each of my breasts.
"I love you." I say back, bringing his head up with my hands to kiss his lips.
I love him.
More than anything.
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The Tutor - One Shot
a/n: based off this ask! I’m real happy with this one y’all. I’m happy to present tutor!Harry x hockey player!y/n, a nice little college au. Friends to lovers if you wanna categorize it. Enjoy! Reblogs and feedback are always super helpful. (semi-proofread, sorry in advance for any mistakes)
Warnings: fluff and smut, partying, alcohol consumption
Words: 24.5K
Part Two Part Three
“This psychology professor is out to fucking get me!” Y/N groans as she plops down on her couch. “I don’t understand the books we’re reading, and he doesn’t even lecture from the powerpoints so I never have any idea what to write down.”
“Y/N, who the fuck told you to take a psych class anyways?” Amanda says to her.
“I thought it would be an easy gen ed for my science requirement. I didn’t want to take a fucking lab science, that would have been worse!”
“It’s only the beginning of the semester.” Gina says. “You should sign up for a tutor now before it gets so bad that coach benches you.”
“Goddammit!” She yells as she gets up. “I’m headed to the tutoring office, I’ll be back in a bit.”
Why there wasn’t an online form for tutoring she’ll never know. Y/N couldn’t risk getting a bad grade in her psych class. Hockey was her life, and she was a sophomore now so that meant she had more of a chance for playing time. Not to mention she worked her ass off over the summer, and her coach has been noticing her improvements at the few practices they’ve had.
She enters the tutoring office and the woman at the front desk gives her a form to fill out. She has to put down the class, who’s teaching it, and what she’s specifically having trouble with.
“Thanks, Y/N.” The woman smiles brightly. “We’ll email a student that received a B+ or better in this class, and then they’ll email you to coordinate a time to meet. You can meet in here, or the library, or wherever works best for you.”
“Okay, thank you.” She sighs and leaves to go back to her student apartment.
She felt lucky not to be in a dorm this year, but Y/N couldn’t wait to get an off campus apartment with the other hockey girls next year. For now, the on campus apartment will do. Her and her friends change to go to the gym, make dinner together when they get back, and head to the library to do their homework. This was another thing that Y/N liked about being on the hockey team, no one was ever left behind.
//
From: Harry Styles
To: Y/F/N Y/L/N
Subject: Tutoring
Hello Y/N,
My name’s Harry, the tutoring office sent me an email saying you needed help with Mind, Brain, and Evolution. That’s definitely a tricky class! I’m more than happy to help, I managed to get an A- in that class somehow. When works best for you? I’ll do my best to work around your schedule.
Best,
Harry
Harry Styles
Sociology Major/Applied Ethics Minor
Student Senate
Y/N rubs her eyes to check the time the email came through. 6:30AM. Who the fuck wakes up that early to send an email, and what normal student had an email signature? She rolls her eyes when she sees he’s on student senate. Curiosity gets the better of her, so she looks him up on Instagram. His account was private so she heads over to Facebook. She could only see his profile picture. It looked like it was from over the summer. He has a huge smile on his face, sunglasses on, a white t-shirt and short, yellow swim trunks. He was holding up a fish he caught.
“God help me.” She groans.
To: Harry Styles
From: Y/F/N Y/L/N
Subject: Re: Tutoring
Hey Harry,
I’d like to start ASAP. I’m on the hockey team, so I have ice times early in the morning, and evening work outs. I’m usually free from 2-4PM most days. We could meet at the library at 2 today if that works for you. Also, just feel free to text me, I’m not always great with email, tbh. xxx-xxx-xxxx
Thanks!
Y/N
Y/N stretches and gets out of bed. Her, Amanda, and Gina all head down to the ice arena for their early ice time. Once that’s done the three shower up, and head back to campus for their first class. Luckily, they were all business majors, so they were able to sign up for a lot of the same classes.
“Hey, did your tutor reach out to you yet?” Amanda asks.
“Yeah, it’s Harry Styles. He emailed me super early this morning, like right when I woke up for practice basically. He’s on student senate, so I’m not surprised.”
“Well, at least he reached out already.” Gina says.
The three sit down, and Y/N checks her phone before throwing it in her bag
Unknown Number, maybe Harry Styles: Hey Y/N! It’s Harry. I got your email, so I wanted to text you like you asked. 2PM works great for me today. Wanna meet in the café first and then we can find a spot?
Y/N: hey, yeah, sounds good, see you then!
The day goes by mostly normal. Y/N gets through her couple of classes, has a large lunch with the team, takes a quick power nap, and heads to the library café to meet Harry. She could certainly use an afternoon pick me up to get through the tutoring before her evening workout.
When she walks into the café she smirks to herself seeing Harry already there. He was wearing a pair of khakis and a blue t-shirt. His hair was a little longer than in his profile picture, Y/N could really make out his soft curls. He was wearing a pair of glasses and looking down at his phone.
“Um, Harry?” She walks over to him and he looks up. He gives her a warm smile. She takes a moment to notice he has a number of tattoos on his left arm. Much more prominent now than in the one photo she was able to view.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah.”
“Great to meet you. Your first coffee’s on me, what can I get you?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that?”
“I insist.”
“If anyone should be buying coffee it’s me. You’re gonna have your work cut out for you with me.” She sighs.
“Nonsense, I think it’s great you reached out for help. Now tell me, what’s your drink?”
Y/N tells Harry she’ll have an iced coffee and he nods. He gets them both an iced coffee, and he gives her a moment to add her cream and sugar.
“You seriously drink that black?”
“Yeah, it’s how I have it at home, I’m just used to it.” He shrugs.
Right, he was an international student from England. She follows him into the main area of the library and they find a table to set up at.
“Do you mind if I sit next to you?”
“Be my guest.” She says flatly.
As he sits down she’s able to get a whiff of his cologne, and it actually smelled good. Like vanilla, but spicy? She now sort of wished she wasn’t in her workout clothes, and dressed a little nicer.
“So, what’s your major?” He asks as he pulls his laptop out.
“Business…I saw that yours is Sociology?”
“Mhm.” He smiles and opens his computer.
“What is Applied Ethics?”
“Oh! Glad to know you actually read all the way to the bottom.” He chuckles. “It’s just ethics, but with practical ways to apply it. I just picked it up this year so I’m taking a class called Creative Problem Solving in Ethics, and then I can take classes about business ethics or medical ethics or whatever else. I like it a lot.”
“What made you want to add that?”
“A lot of the classes double count in my major so I just figured why not?” He shrugs. “Enough about me. Why business?”
“My mom owns her own business and I’m hoping to take it over when I’m older.”
“What type of business is it?”
“It’s just bar.” She shrugs. “But she’s owned since I was a kid, and we want it to be a family business. I have a couple of younger siblings in high school and they feel the same way. I work there on breaks.”
“You’re allowed to work in a bar?”
“You can be eighteen to serve alcohol. I’ve only got another year and a half to go until I’m twenty-one anyways.”
“You’re a sophomore?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool, me too.” He smiles. “And you said you’re on the hockey team?”
“Yup.” She squints at him. “You’re on student senate, right?”
“Yeah.”
“What is with you guys always going to the men’s hockey games? You guys never come to ours. It’s a little annoying, to be honest. I noticed it last year.”
“Well, to be fair, I never go to hockey games, I don’t really care for the sport.” He runs a hand through his hair as her mouth forms into a straight line. “But I can certainly talk to the group to see if they’d be willing to go to your games too. Everyone deserves spectators.”
“Do you like any sports?”
“I don’t mind soccer…but other than that, not really. Oh! I love the Packers, but I only watch their games.”
“You seem to be a fit guy, so you must do something to stay in shape.”
“I run on the treadmill at the gym.” He blushes slightly. “And then I’ll lift a few weights, nothing crazy. Do you, uh, have your books with you? We should probably get started.”
“And here I was thinking I could distract you with small talk.”
Y/N takes her books out and sets up her own laptop. She explains that everything just feels confusing, and that it’s difficult to follow along in class. Harry listens and tries to give her some tips on how to deal with the professor. He takes out his old notes, and she sees the units are the exact same. He explains what he found helpful to remember for the tests.
“Now, I can’t just give you these, but we can use them to help you study. He may have updated the tests since I took them, but we can use my answers to give you an idea of what he’s looking for.”
“How were you able to do so well?”
“I have to take a couple of psychology classes for my major, so I took this as a gen ed. I already knew a ton of stuff about the brain, and the rest wasn’t too difficult, but I know psych isn’t for everyone, so I hope you don’t feel…stupid or anything because you’re not.”
“How do you know?” She smirks. “I could be a real buffoon.”
“To make it through this school’s business program I’m pretty sure you need a brain.” He nudges her. He checks his watch and sees it’s ten of four. “Wow, I can’t believe we used up the two hours.”
“Sorry.” She mumbles as she packs up.
“No! It’s great, actually. I get paid by the hour so it’s no skin off my nose. When do you want to get together again?”
“Maybe we could do this on Tuesdays and Thursdays?”
“Works for me, I’ll put you in my calendar so it’s a standing thing. I can send you the calendar invite too.”
“You’re very…professional, Harry.”
“Thanks.” He smiles and stands up.
She didn’t exactly mean it as a compliment, but she wasn’t going to correct him. They walk out of the library together and then go their separate ways. Harry was nice enough, and he was a decent tutor so far, so it wouldn’t be totally painful to meet up with him. It just annoyed Y/N that a fucking gen ed was stressing her out so much.
//
A couple of weeks go by, and Harry puts in the hours with Y/N. She had her first big test coming up, and her first home game. Harry was a great study partner, he really helped put her at ease.
“You’re going to do great, I can feel it.”
“Thanks.”
“So…your first home game, are you excited?”
“I’m super excited! I’m starting this season. I just hope we have some people in the stands to cheer.”
Harry hums his response and nods.
“Well, I hope it’s a good game.”
The next day, Y/N takes her test, and she was surprised to see that she actually knew her stuff. For once she left the classroom feeling good. This helped pump her up for her game. When the team leaves the locker room they’re all stunned to see the arena packed. It was never like this for their games. Y/N looks around and sees all of the kids from student senate, including Harry, cheering for them. The arena was full of their school colors and signs. It was quite a sight to see.
Needless to say, the girls won. With all that support and cheering, who wouldn’t be able to play their best? The older girls on the team say there’s going to be a victory party at their apartment tonight. Y/N couldn’t wait. She changes quickly in the locker room, and heads up to campus with Amanda and Gina to get ready.
“I love when Ashley hosts parties, she invites the hottest girls.” Amanda says.
“Oh, is someone hoping to get lucky tonight?” Y/N teases her.
“Don’t I deserve it? I did score a goal.”
“You sure did, with help from me.” Y/N grins.
“Alright, so then maybe you deserve to get some head then.”
Y/N and Gina burst out laughing.
“Right, because guys are just dying to get on their knees for me.” She rolls her eyes.
“Oh! You should invite Harry out. He must have had something to do with why so many people were there, right?”
“I have no idea. I only mentioned once that it annoyed me, but now that I think about it some girls from the soccer team said they had a lot people at their home game the other day.”
“Same with the field hockey girls.” Gina says. “I hope some of them come out tonight. There’s this one girl, Leigh, oh my god I wanna wife her up.”
Y/N laughs and shakes her head. She puts on a black, short pencil skirt and pairs it with a black lacey crop top. She straightens her hair and does her makeup. Amanda and Gina make noises and tell her how sexy she looks. They do a couple of shots, and then make their way to Ashley’s. Once all of the hickey girls are there, they cheer and do shots together.
The apartment was getting more and more packed. Y/N notices the senior class president talking with Ashley, and it made her wonder if anyone else from senate was there. She ends up slamming into something hard. When she looks up she sees Harry in front of her. Although, he looks much different. No glasses, an almost see through white t-shirt so the tattoos on his chest and stomach were more visible, and black jeans with some tan boots.
“Hey, Y/N! That was a great game!”
“Thanks! I was surprised to see you there!”
“We…! Hold on!.” He grips her wrist and tugs her into the kitchen where it was slightly less loud. “Jesus, could barely hear myself think.” He chuckles. “Anyways, yeah, you sort of inspired me to start an initiative.” She watches him grab two red cups and go into Ashley’s freezer. “Want some vodka? We brought our own.”
“As long as there’s something to mix it with…”
“Cranberry juice?”
“Works for me.”
She watches him carefully as he makes the drinks, and hands her a cup. They clink them together and they both take a sip.
“Tell me about this initiative.”
“Well, I sort of felt bad when you said no one ever comes to your games, and it made me think of the other women’s teams. The senior class president is a girl so I brought it up to her first, and she told me it would be a great idea to try and get other clubs to come cheer on the teams. It took a lot of planning in a short amount of time. We definitely had the largest turnout at your game, I think it’s because you can actually sit down and get snacks.” He takes another sip of his drink. “Were you surprised?”
“Very, that was really nice of you.”
“And we’re going to keep doing it too. Definitely wasn’t a one time thing. I actually enjoyed watching you. Um, all of you.”
“Right.” She smiles as she takes a sip. “Can I ask…how did you get an invite here?”
“Kelly made it happen. She spoke to your captain…uh, Ashley? She sort of filled her in and asked if we could pack the arena if senate could come to the party.” He looks out to the living room full of people. “Are there usually this many girls? I’m not complaining, I just figured the hockey guys would be here.”
“They usually show up later, a lot of them end up in the basement where the beer pong and dancing is. There’s a lot of girls here because more than half the team are into girls.” She laughs and takes another sip. “Damn, you really know how to mix a drink, this is good.”
“Thanks.” He takes another sip of his own. “Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Into girls.”
“Not in that way, no. Although, sometimes I wish I was.”
“Why’s that?” They’re closer to the wall near the doorframe, and Harry places one of his hands on the wall so he can stand a little closer to her. People were walking by them so it’s not like they were the only people in the kitchen.
“Because guys always assume I’m a lesbian or something because I play hockey, so they don’t even bother looking at me.”
“That’s too bad.” He looks her up and down. “You’re quite a sight to see, and I don’t just mean because you’re all dressed up tonight.”
Y/N blushes slightly. She was suddenly painfully aware of how close Harry was to her. Was he flirting? Making a move? Did she want him to? Was he just drunk? Was she drunk?
“You…you look nice tonight too.” She tugs on the hem of his shirt. “You have a lot of tattoos.”
“Does it surprise you?”
“A little. I’m even surprised to see you out like this.”
“Just because I take school seriously doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun.” His lips curl up as the song changes. “Do you wanna go downstairs and dance?”
“Yeah.” She smiles.
She leads him down the stairs to the stuffy basement where a ton of sweaty people were dancing and playing pong. Whoever had the aux tonight was a genius, playing bop after bop after bop. Traphouse was just starting to play. Y/N was hoping for less of a slow grind to start off with for her and Harry, but oh well. She downs the rest of her drink and tosses the cup somewhere. Harry’s eyebrows raise, but he does the same. If she didn’t care, why should he?
Harry easily was a foot taller than her, especially with him wearing his boots. His hands find her hips and hers hook around his neck. He steps to put his leg between hers so she could grind on his thigh. He clearly knew what he was doing, and she was sort of impressed. Even though he was right there in front of her, it was still hard to think of Harry as someone who partied.
She presses her head into his chest as they get going, and his head dips down to rest against hers. Getting to smell his cologne this close was making her feel even more intoxicated then she was. The song fades into Shake It by Metro Station and they both start giggling. Y/N steps away and starts singing the lyrics and so does Harry, not that they could hear each other. They dance like idiots and laugh a lot. That songs fades into Acquainted by The Weeknd. Y/N turns around and grabs Harry’s hands to put on her hips. He presses his pelvis to her ass, bending slightly at the knees so they were lined up. She moves her hips in perfect rhythm to the song and he follows right along with her. He feels himself growing tighter in his jeans, but he doesn’t do anything to suppress it, and she doesn’t mind one bit. If anything, it makes her press back harder on him. That song was just too powerful. Her head rolls back to chest as they continue to grind, and he hides his face in her neck. In a moment of bravery he starts kissing on her. One of her hands hooks around him so she can tug at his hair. He bites down and a slight moan leaves her lips. He pops off her and she turns around to face him. She presses her body close to his and keeps her arms around his neck. His hands are low on her back, just above her bum. He looks down at her and she leans up further so their lips can touch.
He tastes like the vodka cranberry that he was drinking earlier as she licks at his bottom lip. He opens up for her and she licks into his mouth. His tongue meets hers and he pulls her as close to him as he can. Things were getting heated quickly, especially as they continued to grind on each other. When the song ends they stop to look at each other. He leans down to her ear.
“Do you wanna go back to my place?”
“Yes.” She nods and he smiles.
He takes her hand in his and they both go upstairs. Y/N finds Gina and Amanda to let them know she was going over to Harry’s. Now, not that Y/N was living a lie, but she was definitely still a virgin. She had made out with plenty of guys, but that’s all. Her friends knew this so they both ask to make sure she was certain she wanted to go back with him. She assured them that she did. As they leave, Harry puts his arm around her shoulders, and she puts hers around his waist.
“I don’t live too far from here.”
“You’re off campus?”
“Mhm.”
“How?”
“I live with some of the other international students. Some of them are older, it just worked out.”
“Must be nice, I can’t wait to get off campus next year.”
“The privacy is definitely nice.” He says as he pulls her closer.
They walk up the steps to his apartment and he keys in. He pulls her up a set of stairs and down a hall that leads to his room, and he unlocks that door as well. Just as she thought, his room was neat and tidy. Even his bed was made. It was a decent sized bed too, a full, way better than her extra-long twin.
“Wanna listen to some music? I have, like, every record you could think of.” He walks over to his record player and she crosses her arms.
“Of course you have a record player?” She rolls her eyes.
“What? The sound quality is better.” He side eyes her. “Come here, come pick out what you want to listen to, I’m gonna grab us some water.”
“Okay.”
He slips out of the door and she hears him do down the stairs. She flips through the various records, rolling her eyes once in a while, and then she settles on Marvin Gaye.
“Subtle.” He smirks as he comes in with two glasses of water.
“What? I didn’t like anything else.” She takes a glass from him and takes a decent sip.
“Sure.” He chuckles and sets his glass down on his desk, she moves to do the same.
One of his hands finds her hip, and the other cups her jaw. He leans in to kiss her and it was like they never parted in the first place. She tugs him back towards his bed and they both fall onto it. She gets herself back so her head is on his pillows. He kicks his boots off, (her flats fell off when she got on the bed), and he hovers over her. His lips find her collar bone and he starts to suck on her skin. She gasps but lets him continue. He plants wet kisses around her upper chest and throat. Her hands were running through his hair. What’s Going On was playing in the background, and Harry’s hands were running up her thighs.
Her legs are parted, and Harry grinds himself against her. She pulls his face to hers so they can kiss. She didn’t know how many roommates he had so she didn’t want anyone to hear her moan out. He sucks on her bottom lip as his bulge continues to press against hers. How was he so good at this? How much action did he get? He was a sophomore like her, but how old was he actually?
“How, how old are you?”
“What?” He laughs.
“How old are you?” She repeats.
“I’ll be twenty in February, why?”
“Just wondering…um, you said some of your roommates are older so…”
“Y/N, I promise if I were a lot older, I wouldn’t be trying to fuck some nineteen year old.” He smirks. “You are nineteen, right?”
“Yeah.” She smiles.
A wave of relief covers her body as he starts to kiss on her neck again. She couldn’t believe the guy that’s been tutoring her was doing this to her. She could feel how wet she was getting. He groans into her neck as he grinds into her again. She feels his hands go up under her pencil skirt and grab onto her panties.
“Harry, wait!” She gasps. “Don’t!”
He lets go immediately and sits back on his calves so he can look at her. She closes her legs and sits up against the wall.
“Sorry, was I moving too fast?”
“No, it’s just…I thought I was ready for this, but I don’t think I am.”
“Oh…” He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, that’s okay. We don’t need to do anything you don’t wanna do.”
“Are you sure? You’re not mad?” She chews on her bottom lip. He was probably hoping to get laid tonight and she just ruined that for him.
“Mad?! I’d be pissed if we did something you didn’t feel comfortable with. I’m not mad, Y/N. It’s really no problem. Do you want me to take you home?”
“No, I wanna keep making out.” She mumbles and it makes him smile. “I like the way you kiss.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He sits next to her and pats his thighs. She swings her leg over so she can straddle him. She pecks at his lips as her hands tug at his shirt.
“I wouldn’t mind if your shirt came off either…if you wanted.”
“Sure.” He stretches to get it off and he tosses it aside.
She runs her hands up and down his torso, tracing his tattoos, as his hands clasp around her back. She presses her lips to his neck and he sighs. She sucks on the spot just below his ear and he pulls her closer. He presses his hips up to hers so their grinding against each other again. She kisses along his jaw until her lips are on his again. He sucks on her tongue and it makes her moan against him. She tugs at his hair again and he has all he can do to not lose it in his pants. She was rubbing herself on his bulge in just the right way, she could feel the knot in her stomach growing more and more.
“Oh god.” She grunts and hides her face in his neck.
“Almost there?” His hands move to her hips to help her move on him.
“Y, yeah, I think so.” She was panting. “Shit, H, Harry.”
“Don’t fight it, it’s alright.” He grunts as he presses her down as close as possible on him.
She cries out into his neck and she slows her own movements as she works through it. She twitches on top of him during her aftershocks and then she just clings to him. He rubs her back to soothe her. He wasn’t sure if someone else had ever given her an orgasm before so he didn’t want her to feel freaked out or anything.
“Kiss me.” He whispers.
She presses her swollen lips to his and she whimpers. He was incredibly hard and he needed to go relieve himself before he got blue balls.
“Y/N?” He says against her lips.
“Yeah?”
“Would you mind if I just go use the bathroom quickly? And then I’ll come right back to you.”
“Okay.” He gently lifts her off of him and her eyes grow wide when she sees his bulge. She was also slightly embarrassed because even though he was wearing black jeans, she could see where her wetness got onto him. “You can wear this if you want…” He rifles through his drawers for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
“Oh, um, thank you.”
“Be back in a sec.”
He quickly leaves the room and she changes into his clothes. She really needed to pee herself, but she didn’t want to walk around his apartment alone. She patiently waits for him, scrolling on her phone, and he returns. There was a new sheen of sweat on his chest, and his bulge was gone. He goes into his drawer for a new pair of boxers.
“Would you care if I just stay in these? It’s a little hot in here.”
“Yeah, I don’t care. Um, would it be weird if I asked you to walk me to the bathroom?”
“Not at all! Come on, love.”
She smiles at the pet name. He used it a couple of times when he was tutoring her, but now it felt especially good. Harry thought she was cute. His big bad hockey player had gotten all soft around him. He walks her down to the bathroom and he changes in the hallway quickly, feeling relief from his clean pair of boxers. He also couldn’t help but smirk to himself thinking of how large his clothes were on her. Y/N uses the toilet and then uses some of the mouthwash on the sink before opening the door.
“All set?” Harry whispers.
“Mhm.”
She tries not to stare at his almost naked body as they walk back to his room. He flips the light off as she crawls into bed, and he grabs his laptop. She watches as he opens up Disney Plus.
“I’ve been watching Hannah Montana, do you feel like watching that?”
“Are you serious?” She laughs.
“Yeah! I’m fucking sick of people making references and me having zero idea what they’re talking about. Her songs are all over tik tok and I never understand.”
“Well, lucky for you I love this show, so I’d be happy to watch.”
“Good.” He smiles and hits play. He sets the laptop up at the end of the bed, and throws an arm around her. He strokes her arm lightly with his fingers that she noticed he painted black tonight.
“So…that wasn’t weird?”
“What?” He asks without looking at her.
“Um…me…doing that on you?”
“You mean when you came from grinding on me? No, it wasn’t weird.” He smirks and looks down at her. “It was pretty hot actually.”
“Did you…take care of yourself?”
“Yeah, is that weird?”
“No.” He kisses the top of her head. “You’re okay that I didn’t offer?”
“You pretty clearly said you weren’t ready to do that, so it’s fine.”
“I’ve never, um, taken my pants off for someone before…my top either.” She blushes. The alcohol in her system was making her a little too honest.
Harry sighs and reaches forward to pause the show. He sits back and looks at her.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me. Whether you’ve had sex before or not, you didn’t want to tonight and that’s okay. I should have asked first before grabbing at you like that, so I apologize.”
“No! No, it was okay, I just got nervous. I thought…I mean…when we were at the party I really thought I wanted to, I don’t know what happened. It got real all of a sudden and I panicked.”
“I like you, Y/N, I don’t mind waiting.”
“What do you mean you like me?”
“I mean I’ve had a fucking crush on you since the first time I tutored you. I didn’t know if you’d feel the same way, so I just kept it to myself.”
“Oh.” A boy had never liked Y/N like this before. Sure, she had found random drunk guys to make out with at parties before, but a boy had never openly said they liked her. “This is all so surprising, I’m a little overwhelmed.” She looks up at him and kisses his cheek. “But…I really liked what we did tonight, so maybe when I’m more sober we could talk about these feelings of yours more?”
“I’d like that.” He smiles and pecks her lips.
“Hit play, this is a good episode. She thinks her dad wrote a song about a bunny that stole his money.”
“Do hijinks ensue?”
“Oh, yes, many.”
“Fantastic.”
He leans forward to hit play, and she cuddles up with him.
//
The next morning, Y/N wakes up with Harry’s arms wrapped around her. It was early. She squints and sees his clock says 7:15. Her head and stomach didn’t feel great, but she easily could have felt worse so she wasn’t complaining. She adjusts against him and turns over to lay on her back. His hand moves to the side of her neck, and he gives her cheek a few smooches, making her giggle.
“Morning.” His morning voice ripples through her. Harry was sexy, it was official.
“Morning.” She whispers.
“Wanna go to the dining hall for breakfast?”
“Could I stop by my apartment first?”
“Sure.” He gets out of bed and looks for something in his dresser. “Here.” He tosses her some sweatpants. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower.”
When he comes back she’s wearing her crop top paired with his sweats. She put his other clothes in his hamper. His towel was hanging low on his hips. He grabs some clothes and changes in his closet. He comes back out in a hoodie and joggers. He cleans his glasses and puts them on.
“You won’t be cold?”
“Nah, it’ll be fine.”
They leave his place and walk to hers. Campus was always interesting this time of morning. There were other people walking back to their dorms and apartments. Y/N felt lucky she wasn’t walking alone.
“This is me.”
“Oh cool, you have student app. I’ve been to a couple of these, they’re nice.”
“Yeah, I have my own room, it’s just annoying that we still have to follow all the rules.” She unlocks the door and he stands outside with his hands in his pockets. “You can come in if you want? You can come up and wait in my room.”
“Alright.”
They both go in and head up the stairs. She was thankful her room was mostly clean, but her bed certainly wasn’t made. She grabs another shirt to change into and tells Harry she’s just gonna be in the bathroom. He sits on her bed and looks around her room. All of her hockey gear was piled up in a corner, she had posters of different teams she liked, and she had a poster of Dylan O’Brien from when he was on Teen Wolf.
She comes back shortly in a sports bra and his sweats, and her hair up in a messy bun. She throws on a hoodie of her own, and smiles at him.
“Okay, I’m all set.”
“Great, I’m starved. Definitely need a coffee too.”
“Oh, for sure.”
Just as she opens the door to go outside, she sees Amanda.
“Wait, I thought you stayed at his place.” She says.
“I did, we just came back here so I could change.”
“Those aren’t your pants.” She smirks. “Hi, Harry.” She teases.
“Hi, um, I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“Amanda.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“Where’s Gina?” Y/N asks.
“Passed out in her bed, I think. I made sure she got home before hooking up with this girl from the soccer team. My god, Y/N, she-“ Amanda stops herself. “I’ll tell you later, I need to shower. Where are you headed?”
“Dhall.”
“Okay, see you later.”
Y/N smiles and shakes her head at her friend. Her and Harry walk to the dining hall and swipe in. They decide on where to sit before going up to grab food.
“So, what other Disney shows are you going to catch up on?” She asks as she sips on her coffee once they’re at their table.
“I think That’s So Raven is up next.”
“Oh, excellent choice.” She smiles. He rests his elbow on the table, chin in his palm. He can’t stop smiling at her. “What?” She asks, shoveling eggs into her mouth.
“Nothing, I just think you’re cute.”
Y/N nearly chokes on her food, and takes a large sip of her iced coffee. He gives her a concerned look as she calms down.
“Oh, yeah, you have a thing for me.” She blushes. “Still need to get used to that.”
“The real question is, do you have a thing for me? I mean, you must a little bit with how you were kissing me last night.” He gives her a coy look before biting into his toast.
“You’re…I mean, yeah, I have a thing for you. I like you, I like when we get together for tutoring. I even started looking forward to it.”
“How’d your test go yesterday, by the way?”
“I think it went really well…he said we should have our grades Monday.” Harry hums his response. “You’ll still tutor me, right?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know…I just feel like I made things weird…”
“Would you stop with that? I had plenty of fun last night, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then.” He shrugs. “I really don’t care that I didn’t get my dick wet, Y/N. I care more about you being comfortable.”
“But you could have taken someone else home and-“
“I didn’t want to take anyone else home. Just wanted you.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.”
“But…why?”
“Well, for starters, since we met you’ve just been utterly yourself. You’re not afraid to say what’s what. I like when people speak their minds. I’ve tutored a lot of athletes, and I’ve never seen one work as hard as you. Usually they want me to do everything for them, and I don’t because I can’t be there to take the fucking test for them, but you genuinely wanted to understand the material.”
“I just always look like such a schlub when we meet, though.”
“See, what you call schlubby, I call sporty. You usually go to the gym after our meetings, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then. I like all people, but I’ve never really been attracted to frillier girls. I like when girls don’t feel the need to impress others all the time. You’re just comfortable, and I like that.”
“I dress up for class sometimes, I just-“
“You don’t need to justify anything, Y/N. I mean, you looked insanely hot last night, but even if you had shown up to that party in sweats, I still would have wanted you to come home with me.”
“So…you wanna, like, date me? Is that it?”
“Date, hang out, whatever.” He shrugs. “I’m not picky about labels.”
“And you’re not talking to anyone else?”
“I haven’t had the time. I’ve been tutoring this really needy girl that has to see me twice a fucking week.” He smirks at her and she nudges him.
“I may be small, but I could beat the shit out of you.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, babe.” He winks and takes a sip of his coffee. “I have some stuff I have to do today, I like to get my homework done on Saturdays, but are you free tonight?”
“Yeah, we have the weekend off since we won. I don’t think the girls are doing anything, if they are I could always skip out, why?”
“My roommates and I are having a movie night if you’d like to come over.”
“I wouldn’t be crashing?”
“Not at all. They bring dates all the time.”
“Okay, yeah, that sounds nice.”
“I can come get you too so you don’t have to walk alone.”
“What movie?”
“We haven’t decided yet. Nothing scary, I can tell you that.”
“Works for me.”
//
“Spill it, bitch, let’s go.” Gina says as she pins Y/N down on the floor of the living room.
“You guys are annoying.” Y/N giggles from Gina tickling her. “Okay, okay!”
Gina gets off her and helps her up. She gets on the couch and lays her head in Amanda’s lap. Amanda strokes her hair and she sighs.
“We went back to his place, we made out, and then I got nervous so I didn’t take my clothes off, but we ended up dry humping, and things didn’t stay dry very long.”
“Oh my god, did he jizz in his pants?” Gina asks.
“No, but I did. I can tell he’s big, and we were grinding really hard on each other and I came.”
“Oh my god!” Amanda squeals. “What did he do?”
“He took care of himself in the bathroom, and gave me some clothes to wear. We ended up falling asleep watching Hannah Montana. God, and he likes me, like he really likes me, and I think I like him too. He invited me over for a movie night with his roommates later.”
“You know what was a good sign? The fact that he wanted to get breakfast with you, and walked you to and from the dining hall. That’s a man right there.” Amanda says.
“No, what makes him a man is that when Y/N said stop he stopped.” Gina remarks. “I like him already.”
“He was seriously so chill about it, I was honestly shocked. I appreciated it, but I wasn’t expecting him to be so okay with me not wanting to go further.”
“That’s the shitty thing about college. Good people are a dime a dozen.” Amanda says
//
Y/N straightens her hair and puts a little makeup on. She settles on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt with the school’s logo on it. She takes a shot with the girls just to take the edge off, and hears a knock at the door. She grabs her jean jacket and opens the door.
“Hi, Harry.” She beams.
“Hey, love, how was your day?”
“Good.” She giggles and leans up to kiss his cheek, taking him a bit by surprise.
“Now, young man…” Amanda says, walking over with Gina. “What time can we expect our girl home?”
“Who said she’s not spending the night again?” He raises an eyebrow at them. “Quite liked waking up next to you.”
“Oh my god.” Y/N says, clearly flustered. “I’ll text in the group chat so you know what I’m doing, bye!” She pulls Harry out the door. “Don’t add fuel to their fire.” She nudges him.
“I was just being honest.” He throws his arm around her. “I hope you’ll stay again, but if you don’t want to I’ll bring you home, no big deal.”
Instead of going right up the stairs when they get to Harry’s place, he leads her down the corridor, passing by the kitchen and a hall bath, and into the large living room. There was a giant sectional sofa and even more giant TV across from it. There were a couple of guys sitting down already.
“Oi, there you are.”
“I said I was stepping out to get my girl, didn’t I?” He rolls his eyes. “Y/N, this is Louis and Niall.”
“Hi.” She says, trying not to melt into a puddle from being called his girl.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’m gonna get some popcorn made. Do you want a beer or anything?”
“Beer’s fine, thank you.”
She sits down on the edge of the sofa and leans against the arm rest.
“You’re on the hockey team, right?” Niall asks.
“Mhm…you look familiar, are you on the soccer team?”
“We both are.” Louis says.
“Oh, cool. Is it just the three of you here?”
“No, we have two other roommates, but they practically live at their girlfriend’s places.” Niall explains. “We have some other friends coming soon, though, it’s good for you to claim your spot now.”
“Yeah, some of the other senate kids usually join us.” Louis says. “So you’re the girl Harry’s been tutoring, huh? He won’t shut up about you, it’s pretty cute.”
“Oi! Don’t embarrass me or I’m not sharing the popcorn.” Harry says, tossing them each a beer, and handing Y/N one. He sits down next to her with the bowl of popcorn in his lap.
A few of the student senate kids show up and Harry ends up pulling Y/N into his lap to make room on the couch. She didn’t mind one bit. They had settled on Napoleon Dynamite for a movie, which was perfect. There was one girl, though, that had sat right next to Harry, and she had sort of been flirting with him. Take the hint, I’m in his lap, not you, Y/N thought to herself. Harry notices Y/N finish her second beer.
“Want another?”
“I can get it.”
“You’re my guest.” He kisses her cheek and lifts her up so he can get up.
“How long have you known Harry for?” The girl asks.
“Um…like a month? What about you?”
“We met last year.” She flips her hair.
“Here we are, a fresh beer.” He hands one to Y/N and tosses a couple out to his friends. He lifts Y/N up and plops her back in his lap, making her giggle.
Everyone was having a good time, laughing at the hilarious movie. The lights had been dimmed when the movie started, so Harry was able to discretely kiss on Y/N’s neck once in a while. When the movie ends, Louis and Niall let Harry know there’s a party at the soccer house and he can swing by if he wants, and out the door they go. That leaves Harry and Y/N with the senate kids. They get into a game of Cards Against Humanity, which ends up being pretty fun. It was starting to get late, though, and it was clear that Harry wanted to be alone with Y/N.
“One more round.” The girl says.
“Nah, come on, Ari, we should go.” A boy, Billy, says.
“Yeah.” Another boy, Andrew, agrees. “I’m beat, and we need to walk you home.” They both stand up, and he extends a hand to her. She groans, but stands.
Harry walks them all to the door and says goodnight. He walks back over to Y/N who was cleaning up the living room.
“You don’t have to do that, I can clean up, love.”
“It’s okay, it’s just a few cans.”
“Follow me, we have a recycling in the kitchen.”
She follows him in and he opens the door for the pantry where the kept a bucket for empty cans.
“That girl has a crush on you, yeah?”
“Who? Ari?! No way.”
“Come on, Harry.” She scoffs. “If I wasn’t sitting on top of you I’d say she was.”
“Aw, it’s cute your jealous.” He wraps his arms around her waist.
“I��m not, I’m just saying.” She wraps her arms around his neck. “I picked up on the vibe.”
“Well, even if she did it doesn’t matter because I don’t like her like that. I like you.”
“I like you too.”
“I should fucking hope so.” He chuckles. “Wanna come up to my room?”
“Yeah.”
He pecks her lips and then leads her up the stairs. He flops onto his bed and she crawls on top of him. His hands find her hips and she rids him of his glasses, gently putting them on one of his pillows. She leans down so their chests are pressed to each other and they start kissing. One of his hands moves to the back of her head so he can tug at her hair.
“Can I…touch your butt?” Y/N laughs against him and nods yes. His hand slides further south and he squeezes her right cheek. “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”
She sucks on his bottom lip as her answer and he pushes his hips up to hers. They grind against each other just as they did the night before. Both of his hands knead her cheeks as her hand slide up under his shirt. They were both starting to sweat. She sits up on him and lifts her shirt off. His eyes grow wide as he sees her breasts practically spilling out of her bra.
“It’s hot.” She whines and tugs at the hem of his shirt. He sits up so she can pull it off him.
“Let me turn the fan on, yeah?”
She nods and lets him get up to turn his fan on. He snatches his glasses and puts them in their case on his desk, and then he gets back on the bed, sitting up against the wall, and she crawls back into his lap. He kisses on her necks and down her chest, biting on the fleshy parts of the tops of her breasts. She tugs at his hair and rolls her hips down on him.
“You…you can take it off if you want.”
“Are you sure? Is that what you want?” He looks up at her. “Last night…”
“I was really drunk, I have more of my wits about me now. I’m okay if my bra comes off.”
“Okay, but if you wanna cover back up just let me know.”
“I will.”
He reaches around and gets her bra unhooked in a couple of swift movements. He tugs it down her shoulders and tosses it to the floor. He gazes at her bare chest and licks his lips. His large hands cup both of them and he kneads them at first, just getting a feel. His thumbs rub circles into her nipples, getting them nice and hard. He kisses down her chest again, and just uses his tongue to lick and swirl around her nipple. Who was he? Y/N’s head was swimming. She thought Harry was just a stuffy, studious college kid, but fuck, he was almost…devious. He blows on her now wet nipple before wrapping his lips around it to suck on.
“Oh!” She gasps and presses his head closer to her. She grits her teeth and closes her eyes, loving the new sensation he was bringing her. He pops off and does the same to the other one.
“So,” He says, kissing his way back to her neck. “No one’s ever had the privilege of seeing you like this?”
“No.” She swallows.
“I feel really lucky then.” He nips at her bottom lip. “You like the way it felt?”
“Mhm.” She nods. “Felt really good.”
“Good. I always wanna make you feel good.”
He puts his face between her breasts and press them around his cheeks, making her giggle. He mumbles something.
“What?” She laughs and he looks up at her.
“Just feels so nice, they’re so big.”
“Sometimes I have to wear two sports bras so I’m not bouncing around on the ice.”
“I bet.” He starts kneading them again.
“I feel like I just wanna do everything with you.” She says as she rolls her hips on him again.
“God, I feel the same way, but only when you really feel ready, Y/N.”
“I know, you just make me feel so comfortable.”
“Have you…I mean you said you’d never taken your pants off for someone before, but have you ever seen someone else?”
“Um, no…”
“So you’ve never gotten a guy off before.” He doesn’t ask, he’s more so confirming.
“Right.”
“Okay.” He smiles and kisses her. “Think we should cool it for the night then before I get a little too excited.”
“Oh, alright.” She was hoping to maybe come again. He lifts her up and sets her down. She crosses her arms over herself as he gets up, he looks over his shoulder at her.
“No need to cover up, babe, I’m just changing outta these pants.”
“I just feel a little exposed right now.”
“Want one of my shirts?”
“Yes, please.”
He tosses her a t-shirt and she puts it on. He strips down to his boxers and gets back on the bed. He furrows his brows at her leggings.
“You’re not gonna sleep in those, are you?”
“Well…I’m only wearing a thong underneath, so I’m not sure what else to do…”
“Christ.” He blushes and gets up, searching for a clean pair of boxers. “You can wear these if you want.”
“I feel like I’m going to own all of your clothes at some point.”
“I like the way they look on you, so I don’t mind.”
She stands up and turns around to change while he lays on the bed. He wants to respect her privacy, but he’s nineteen, so he sneaks a peak. She climbs onto the bed with him and snuggles up. He falls asleep before her, and she can’t help feeling restless.
“Harry.” She sits up nudges his shoulder. “Harry, are you awake?”
“I can be.” He says softly. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah…I just…um, would you…take care of me?”
“Y/N…” He sits up and caresses her cheek.
“It’s so hard just laying here next to you, I want you to touch me or something. You made me feel so good last night, and you got me all riled up before.”
“Left you hanging?”
“Yeah.” She pouts.
“What do you want me to do specifically? I only wanna do something you wanna do.”
“I don’t want to have sex, but I do want these boxers to come off, and I think I want your head between my legs…if you’re up for it, that is.”
“Oh, babe.” He smirks. “I’m more than up for it. Just tell me to stop if you get nervous.”
“I will.”
He shifts to get between her legs, and he tugs on the boxers, slowly sliding them down her legs. Once they’re gone he gently opens her legs up for him. She was shaking slightly.
“Hey, hey.” He leans up to kiss her. “You’re alright, yeah? Do you not want to do this?”
“No, I do, please it’s okay. I really wanna feel you on me.”
“Okay.”
He gets back between her legs. It was dark, so it was a little hard to see, but it wasn’t rocket science, so Harry licks up from her center to her clit. She gasps, and he does this a few times.
“Doing alright?”
“Yeah, keep going.” She bites her bottom lip.
He licks and sucks around her folds and then he sucks on her clit. This causes her hands to fly to his hair. He flicks the tip of his tongue on the small bundle and then sucks again. Y/N tries to stifle her moans by biting her lip, but it’s starting to hurt.
“No one’s home, love, just let it out.” He says against her. “Can I use my fingers?”
“Please, yes, need it.”
He smirks up at her, not that she can really see. He sucks his middle finger into his mouth before slowly inserting it. She gasps out a moan. He’s slowly lapping away at her clit while his finger goes deeper, to his knuckle. His hips press into the mattress, trying to get some relief of his own. She was so warm and inviting, and it was killing him. He was taking it slow with her, not wanting to hurt her, but he couldn’t help himself from twisting and curling his finger. He was looking for that special spot.
“Oh my god.” She gasps. Bingo. He’s got it.
“Right there?” He rubs his finger against it again.
“Yes, oh shit.” She groans.
Harry sucks on her clit while continuing to use his finger inside her. She can’t help the way she’s breathing and panting, it just makes him work faster and harder.
“H, Harry, I think I’m going to c….oh my god!” She throws her head back as she feels her release.
He retracts his finger and laps away at her center. He kisses her inner thigh to help calm her down. He sits back up slowly to look at her. He couldn’t tell, but her cheeks were flushed.
“Would you, um, walk with me to the bathroom?”
“Of course.”
She doesn’t bother putting the boxers back on. The shirt she was wearing covered her plenty, and he was just nose deep in her crotch so she didn’t need to be shy. Once she’s done he tells her to go wait for him in his room. He needed to take care of himself.
“Think you’ll be able to sleep now?” He teases as he gets back into bed with her.
“I feel bad…”
“About what?” He pulls her close to him so she can rest her head on his chest.
“I should have taken care of you.”
“One step at a time.” He kisses the top of her head. “When you feel ready we can do that. I feel happy that you trusted me enough to do what we just did.”
“I feel happy too.” She yawns.
It didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep after that.
//
Monday, Y/N got her test back from her Mind, Brain, and Evolution class. Her eyes grew wide when she saw her grade, an 88%! She was ecstatic, and couldn’t wait to tell Harry. She didn’t get to chat with him too much Sunday. He walked her home, kissed her goodbye, and then had to get some things done before his student senate meeting. Why they met on Sunday evenings was beyond her.
It was just her luck that he was at the dining hall for lunch at the same as her. She sets her food down and snatches the test from her bag.
“I’ll be right back ladies, gotta go tell my man how well I did.” She grins.
They all cheer her on as she struts over to him. She was clad in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, but she still felt cute. She’s felt incredibly cute ever since Saturday night. Harry was deep in conversation with his friends Y/N goes right over to him and wraps her arms around him, shaking the paper in front of his face. It takes him completely by surprise. He snatches the test and he looks up at her.
“Oh my god!” he nearly squeals and stands up to hug her. “This is amazing! I knew you could do it.”
“A B+, I couldn’t believe it! I still can’t, and it’s all thanks to you.” She wraps her arms around his neck, not giving a fuck that his friends were watching, especially that girl Ari.
“It was all you, I’m so proud of you.” He kisses her forehead.
“I better get back over to them so I can eat, but I just couldn’t wait to tell you.”
“I’m glad you came over here. I’ll see you tomorrow at two, right?”
“Mhm.” She smiles.
“Great, celebratory coffee on me then.” He smiles back and kisses her cheek before she walks away.
“So, you’re, like, dating the hockey girl?” Billy asks.
“There’s more to her than that.” Harry says as he sits down. “We’re hanging out.” He shrugs.
“What class are you even tutoring her in?” Ari asks.
“Mind, Brain, and Evolution. She’s actually really smart, she’s a business major. This class is just tricky.”
“I remember taking that last semester with you!” Andrew chimes in. “Think I only passed because we sat next to each other.”
“Now that she’s got a good grade you don’t still need to tutor her do you?” Ari asks.
“No, I’m definitely going to tutor her.”
“Why?”
“You know how when you go on antibiotics and you start to feel better, but you may have like half your pills left to take? You don’t just stop taking them until you feel better, right? You have to take all of your medicine.”
“Yeah, and Harry’s for sure gonna give her that medicine.” Billy teases him.
“Oh, stop. I like her, and she likes me. Thank god, thought I was going to explode from it being one sided.”
“When’s her next game?” Andrew asks.
“Wednesday. We have to make sure we go again.
//
Harry already has the iced coffees ready to go when Y/N meets him in the café of the library Tuesday afternoon. She was clad in her workout clothes, hair up in a messy bun.
“Thank you.” She smiles and takes the coffee from him.
“I even put the cream and sugar in it for you.”
“I noticed, how kind.” She smirks.
They find a table to go study at and set up. She goes over the new unit and what’s already sort of not making sense to her. Harry goes over his notes, and does his best to explain things to her. After an hour or so, they take a break.
“How have you been feeling?” He softly asks her.
“About what?”
“What we did Saturday night…we haven’t even texted about it, so I didn’t know if you were avoiding the conversation.”
“Oh! I feel really great. Um, I guess I just didn’t know what to say. I’m glad we did it.”
“Me too.” He looks down and then back to her. “It’ll be nice to do it again, right?”
“Mhm.” She smiles and a slight blush covers her cheeks. “Um, I don’t know if you’re coming to the game tomorrow or not, but-“
“I’ll be there.” He cuts her off. “Go on.”
“When we have games during the week we can’t exactly party all night, so we usually go downtown and order a bunch of food. Some of the girls invite their significant others, and, well, if you don’t mind being out a little late I was wondering if you’d wanna come too.”
“I’d love to.”
“Really?!”
“Sure.” He smiles. “Gotta be there for my girl.” He clears his throat. “Let’s get back to it, I don’t wanna make you late for the gym.”
Y/N liked that Harry was always so serious, she may not have before, but now she just thought it was cute. He lets her do some reading for class while he works on his own homework.
“This is nice.” He speaks up.
“What is?”
“Just doing homework together. We could do this more if you want. I’d obviously still tutor you on the clock, but we could get together sometimes to do other homework.” He stops typing and looks at her. “Then we could, uh, see each other more…if you wanted.”
“I’d like that.” She smiles. “I end up doing homework with the girls a lot, but you’re more than welcome to come over and join.”
“Sounds like fun.”
She looks at the time and sighs, closing her laptop and packing up.
“I have to get going.”
“I’m gonna stay here a bit longer, otherwise I’d walk you out.”
“That’s alright.” She leans down and pecks his lips before slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the game?”
“You will.” He smiles brightly. “Bye, love.”
“Bye.”
Y/N had butterflies. This was a dream come true.
//
The ice arena wasn’t as packed as the first home game, but there were still a lot of people there. The thing about women’s ice hockey is that you aren’t allowed to fight, so it’s less exciting than men’s ice hockey. Or, that’s what people say. It was annoying that they couldn’t fight. There were plenty of people that Y/N just wanted to deck while she was out there.
She looks out to the stands and sees Harry with the student senate crew holding up a sign for her. It had her number on it and everything. Harry looked cute in his beanie and sweater. Y/N played great and she loved looking over to see Harry cheering, not that she let it distract her. She was able to assist two goals, and the team won 4-1. It was an incredible game.
After the coach goes over what their next practice will consist of, and his congratulations, he leaves to let the girls change.
“Dinner down at the pub in twenty ladies!” Ashley yells.
Everyone runs to the showers to clean themselves up. Y/N throws on a pair of jeans and a black top. She grabs a light windbreaker and puts some product in her wet hair so it dries nice.
“Is Harry coming down?” Gina asks.
“Mhm, he’s going to meet us down there.” She smiles.
All of the girls walk down together. Ashley called ahead so there were a ton of tables pushed together. Harry was waiting outside the pub, along with some of other significant others. Y/N practically jumps on him.
“Great game.” He says into her neck.
“Thanks! I loved seeing you out there. It’s nice to actually have people cheering for us.” She kisses his cheek and lets him go.
Everyone finds their seats. Ashley and some of the other older girls order different pitchers of beer for the table. It was a college bar so no one was really double checking ID’s, especially on a Wednesday, so Y/N poured herself and Harry a glass of beer. They all cheer and clink their glasses.
Nachos, mozzarella sticks, chicken wings, fires, and anything else that could be thought of were ordered for everyone. Harry fit right in with everyone, already having a small report with Amanda and Gina.
“I still can’t get over this.” Ashley says. “Our little baby Y/N bringing a guy to dinner.”
“Didn’t you come to the party at our house?” Megan asks. “Is that how you two met?”
“No, he’s been tutoring me for a class.” Y/N explains. “He just happened to be at the party last weekend.”
“Well, Harry, you can come anytime. I know it was your idea to get more people at the women’s games.” Ashley says.
“Y/N told me how much it bothered her that senate goes to a lot of the guys’ games, thought it was only fair to support the girls too. Your games are way more fun to watch. You’re really fighting for it out there, you can feel it.”
“Oh, he’s a keeper for sure.” Megan says.
Y/N leans in to Harry and he puts his arm around her. She looks up at him once the attention is off her a bit.
“Do you want to come back to my place for a little bit?” She asks.
“I would, babe, but I have an 8AM, I need to go home after all this, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I have an early practice anyways…”
“I can hang out tomorrow night, though. I usually go to the soccer house with Niall and Louis, I’m sure they won’t care if you come.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” She smiles and so does he. Damn him for being so responsible.
“Plus, I’ll see at two for tutoring, right?”
“Right.”
“I could come to your place for that.”
“I don’t think we’d get much tutoring done if we do that.” She winks at him and it makes him laugh.
Amanda and Gina give a few minutes to kiss Harry goodbye before they need to part ways.
“Sorry.” She tells them, wiping the corners of her mouth. “He’s such a good kisser.”
“Apparently on both sets of lips.” Amanda teases her.
“Stop! I told you that in confidence.”
“I still can’t believe it didn’t make you want to fuck him right after.” Gina says.
“Believe me, I think I’m getting ready for that, but I’m nervous to see it.”
“His dick?” Amanda asks.
“Yeah, I’ve never really seen one before, and I can tell his is big. What if it breaks me in half?” She jokes.
“I bet he’d love to hear that, ask him to break your back.” Gina bursts out laughing.
“You two are annoying.” Y/N groans as they continue their walk to their place.
//
It was hard to get through tutoring for both Y/N and Harry. She wanted him, and he could tell. Every time she looked at him he could see it in her eyes. She was being especially pouty and touchy and it was getting to him. Somehow, they both made it through, and he told her he’d pick her up around nine to bring her to his place to pregame before going to the soccer house.
She gets her workout in, showers, and then makes dinner with Amanda and Gina. The three all get some more homework done before going upstairs to get ready.
“Alright, what am I wearing? Jeans and a crop top?”
“What if you wore like a bralette and some high waisted mom jeans?” Gina asks. “That’s always a look.”
“I don’t know what the vibe is at the soccer house, I don’t want to be too exposed.” She pulls out her mom jeans and a black short sleeve crop top. “I think this could be cute, and I’ll put some waves in my hair.”
“I like it.” Amanda asks. “You’re going to his place first, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Assert your dominance and pack an overnight bag. Bring your own toothbrush and pj’s. Show him you’re not afraid to get comfy.”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea. I feel like I’ve been stealing his clothes.” She snatches a string backpack from the floor. “Plus, my drinks won’t clink the bag with some clothes in there. What are you two up to tonight?”
“I think we’re going over to the field hockey house for a bit, and then we’ll see how it goes from there.”
“Nice! That’ll be fun, they always throw great parties.”
The three all finish getting ready, and Y/N packs her hard seltzers into her bag. Harry knocks on the door right at nine, and she flings herself onto him. He chuckles as he kisses her.
“Hey.” He says.
“Hi.”
“Ready?”
“Yup, bye girls!” She yells as she swings the door shut.
When they get into Harry’s she moves to go right up the stairs to his room, but he clutches her wrist.
“Pregame is in the kitchen, babe.”
“I know, I just wanna put my bag in your room first, is that alright?”
“Uh, yeah, of course.” He goes upstairs with her and he watches as she pulls out shorts and a t-shirt, her toothbrush, and her hairbrush.
“It’s okay I brought this stuff, right?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be? I want you to be comfortable.”
“Just making sure.” She grabs her bag and they both head downstairs.
She cracks open a seltzer and they all listen to music while they get a little buzzed. Niall and Louis were funny. Harry leaves her down in the kitchen with them for a few minutes while he goes upstairs to put his contacts in. He didn’t like wearing his glasses to parties because one time someone pushed him, they fell off, and broke. His mum wasn’t too happy when she had to ship him a new pair.
“Did you all live together last year too?”
“Nope, I met Harry from class, and we were already on the soccer team together.” Niall says. “They have these mandatory international student meetings, so the three of us sort of just started hanging out. Lou’s a couple years older so we were able to get off campus. The other two, who are literally never here, are international students too. It all sort of just worked out.”
“Harry’s a great roommate too, he cooks a lot.” Louis chuckles.
“Because if I didn’t.” Harry says as he comes back in. “You two would waste your money on shit all the time.” He throws his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and finishes off his drink.
“We ready? It’s ten, gotta get there before they start turning people away.” Louis says.
Everyone agrees, so Harry loads up Y/N bags with some drinks, and out the door they go.
”I have to warn you, the soccer house is gross.” Harry says. “Those guys leave it a mess. It’s huge so it’s great for a party, but you’re better off having a wee in the bushes than using one of their bathrooms.”
“Well, I’m glad I went before we left then.” Y/N chuckles.
They all get inside, and music is already blaring. Y/N recognizes a few of the guys and she gives them hugs. They congratulate her on her win from the night prior. The house packed already, it smelled like various types of smoke, the floors were sticky with god knows what, and there were a fuck ton of guys.
“Y/N you need a drink?” One of them asks.
“No, I brought my own, but thanks!” She follows Harry into another room where things were a bit more chill. They each take a drink out of her bag and crack them open.
The party was fun for the most part, good music was playing, and Harry looked fucking hot. Y/N liked that he clearly had outfits for partying and outfits for school. Tonight he was wearing a blue short-sleeve button up with the first few buttons undone paired with a black pair of skinny jeans that had a few rips in them. He had rings on his fingers and his nails were painted a pastel purple.
Y/N wished she hadn’t been drinking so much because she desperately needed to pee. She wondered if what Harry said was true, if the bathrooms were really that gross. She searches for another girl and leaves his side.
“Hey, this is random, but you wanna go to the bathroom with me?”
“OMG, sure!” She says brightly. The girl had long blonde hair and a tight dress on.
“Thanks!”
That was the one good thing about drunk girls, they were always willing to be a bathroom buddy. The girl tugs Y/N up a set of stairs.
“Less people using this one!” She says over the music.
She was right, no one was upstairs. It was nice to take a break from the loudness. Both girls go into the bathroom and grimace.
“I don’t get this, boys need to sit down to shit, wouldn’t they try to keep it clean?” The girl scoffs and checks her makeup in the mirror.
“Guess I’ll be squatting.” Y/N sighs, and unzips her pants. She squats over the toilet and pees. “Thanks for coming with me, I wasn’t about to ask my…uh, my date to come with me.”
“No problem girl! I need a pee break myself.”
Y/N flushes and stands up all the way, switching spots with the girl so she could pee. Y/N washes her hands and checks her own makeup.
“Who are you here with?” The girl asks as she pulls her panties back, moving to wash her hands.
“Harry Styles.”
“Oh! I’ve seen him around, he’s cute.”
“Very.” They both giggle. “I’m Y/N.”
“I’m Karina.”
They smile and both head out and down the stairs. They wave goodbye to each other as they make their way back to their people. Y/N walks right up behind Harry and wraps her arms around him. He’s surprised at first and then relaxes when he sees it’s Y/N.
“Where’d you go with that girl?!”
“To the bathroom! We used the one upstairs!”
“Did you know her?!”
“Nope!” She laughs and so does Harry.
As the night goes on, Y/N starts to feel dancey and notices other people dancing in one of the larger rooms, so she tugs Harry over and wraps her arms around his neck so they can grind front to front. His hands go right to her hips, and his lips find her cheek and then her neck. One of her hands slides up to his hair to rake through. She noses his jaw to get his attention and suddenly her tongue was in his mouth. He pulls her closer and backs them up towards a wall, pressing her up against it. She wondered, briefly, how many girls Harry had made out with at a party. She knew he had to have fucked a lot. No guy could be that good at eating out without some practice. The jealousy she feels seeps in and she bites down on his lower lip a little too hard. He winces and pulls away for a moment. He catches his breath and looks down at her, moving some hair away from her face.
“Alright?!”
“How often do you do this?!”
“Do what?!”
“Make out with girls at parties! Take those girls home and fuck them!” She wasn’t sure where this was all coming from. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was starting to sink in that she gave up a part of herself to someone that she had only known a few weeks.
“Hey! Whoa! Where is this…” He leans in to speak into her ear. “Where is this coming from?”
“I’m just feeling…weird all of a sudden. You have so much experience, and I don’t have a lot, so-“
He moves back to look at her. He cups her jaw and leans in to kiss her. He gives her a few kisses before moving his lips to her ear again.
“Let’s get out of here, then we can talk more, okay?”
She nods yes and he takes her hand. He leads her out of the house, and the chilly night air hits her like a ton of bricks.
“Can you walk alright?” He asks her.
“Can I? Yes. Do I want to? No.”
“Alright, well hop on.” He crouches in front of her.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, all aboard.”
She giggles and hops onto his back. She rests her chin on his shoulder and nibbles on his earlobe, making him giggle.
“Thought you were upset with me for a second.”
“I got jealous.”
“Of what, babe?”
“Anyone that’s ever been with you.” She shamelessly admits. “I know that’s dumb.”
“I haven’t been with that many people.”
“It’s none of my business.”
“It is if it’s bothering you, Y/N.”
“You’re just really good at it, and it made me think that you’ve had a lot of practice. Not to mention that everything you do surprises me. I’m still shocked that you’re the type of guy to make out openly at a party.”
“I mean, yeah, I’m a nice guy, but I’m like any other guy sometimes. I’m respectful, but I still wanna have fun.”
He gets to his place and sets her down so he can unlock the door. They both go straight to his room, and they sit on the edge of his bed.
“We were having such a good time, walk me through what happened?” He asks as he gets up to take his contacts out.
“I don’t know, it was like while we were kissing it made me think of how many times you’ve done that sort of thing before. Doesn’t that happen to you with me?”
“Not really.” He sits back down next to her, running a hand through his hair. He kicks his boots off and looks at her. “I’m more or less just lost in you.”
“I think I’m just feeling vulnerable since we haven’t been alone since I was so exposed to you.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I should have stayed with you last night when you asked me to come home with you.”
“No! It’s okay, we both had to get up early. I’m being dumb and needy.” She shakes her head.
“You’re not being either of those things. We can wait a while to do something like that again if you want.”
“No! I don’t want to wait. I really liked it. I guess, I mean…”
“Are you worried that you’re not the only one?”
“Maybe a little…”
“Babe, I’m not talking to anyone else, I thought it was pretty clear. I’m not in a rush to put a label on anything, but I’m not fucking anyone else, I swear.”
“Okay…”
“I’ve only ever fully been with like six people if that makes you feel better.”
“Harry, I really don’t need to know.”
“I just don’t want you to think I’m some sex maniac. I had sex in high school, and then there were a couple of girls last year, and then a couple people this past summer. If I seem good at it, it’s only because I’m vocal and I ask to make sure things feel good, that’s all.”
“Alright, I’m sorry for being so stupid. I ruined the entire night.”
“You’re not stupid, and you didn’t ruin anything, okay? I’m gonna go get us some water, feel free to change and then we can just watch TV or something.”
“Oh.”
“What?” He asks as he stands up.
“I just thought, you know, you’d want to take my clothes off for me.”
“I mean, I do, but I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. We both had a lot to drink, Y/N.” He gives her a soft smile and leaves to go downstairs.
She sighs heavily and then changes into the pj’s she brought. He comes back and hands her a glass. He starts unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way.
“I really like what you have on tonight.”
“Yeah? I liked your outfit too. Although, you look pretty cute right now.” He smirks and drags his jeans down his legs and gets onto the bed with a sigh.
“Oh, do I?”
“Mhm, very cute.” His eyes trail down her body and they grow wide when they get to her legs. “What happened here?” He points to the various bruises on her thighs and shins.
“Oh, it’s just from going to the gym and games and stuff. I always have bruises on me.” She shrugs. “No big deal.”
“Poor thing.” He rubs his hand over one of her thighs.
“It’s really not a big deal.” Goosebumps raise on her skin from his gentle touch. She lays down fully next to him, rolling onto her side to face him. “I like you.”
“I like you too.”
She nuzzles into his chest and he rubs her back. They stay like that for a while, and she starts to hear her breathing level out. He carefully gets up to turn his light off, and goes back to the way he was.
//
The next morning, Y/N wakes up pressed into Harry’s side. He was out like a light. She gets up and grabs her toothbrush and pads out to the bathroom. She gets in and locks the door behind her. She splashes some cool water onto her face, and brushes her teeth. She tip toes back to Harry’s room, and crawls back into bed.
“Where’d you go.” He mumbles as he moves to spoon her.
“Just to the bathroom.” She whispers.
He nuzzles into her back, pressing his pelvis to her ass. He pushes a leg between hers to get especially cozy. She adjusts against him, and things sort of just sped up from there. He started moving against her and the second she whimpered, he was dipping his hand into her shorts.
“Is this okay?” He asks, kissing on the exposed part of her neck.
“Yes.” She breathes.
His fingers rub on her clit at first before going between her folds. He groans when he feels how wet she is. He drags it up to her clit to rub circles on her. She turns over onto her stomach and he follows her, continuing to grind himself against her ass, and rubbing on her clit.
“Fuck, Y/N.”
Hearing him moan her name was doing things to her. She moves her hips along with his, and she starts to feel warm all over. She was moaning into his pillows, and he feels her writhe under him while she comes. He takes his hand away once she’s done, and she rolls onto her back.
“Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I…give you a hand job?”
“You really want to?”
“Yeah, I really do.” She bites her bottom lip and he moves to lay next to her.
“You’re positive?”
“Yes.”
He starts to lower his boxers and he looks at her again. She nods and he gets them of all the way. Her eyes widen. He really was big, and thick too. She sort of knew what to do. She had seen enough porn to know she at least needed to make sure her hand was wet, so she spits into it, and carefully grips him. He hisses from her touch.
“Wanna know what I like?” He asks her.
“Yeah.”
“While you do it, put these fingers over my tip.” He moves her fingers he wants them and then she moves them back and forth while her hand works around him. “Shit, just like that, it’s perfect.”
Y/N can’t help but look at Harry’s perfectly sculpted happy trail that leads down to the small tufts of hair right at his base. His balls weren’t hairy, he clearly did a lot of manscaping. In a bold move she uses her other hand to cup his balls, and his head rolls back into the pillow.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah, just, like, massage them a little, but not too hard.”
She nods and gives him gentle squeezes while her hand continues to work on him. This wasn’t so bad. She wasn’t sure what she was so nervous about, it was just a penis. She licks her lips and looks at him.
“Can I…put my mouth on it?”
“Fuck, yeah, please.” He grips the sheets as she wraps her lips around his tip. “Just no teeth!” He reminds her at the last second and she pops off.
“How the fuck am I supposed to do that? Unhinge my jaw?”
“No.” He chuckles. “Just try to keep your lips around your teeth or keep your mouth wide. Use your tongue more than anything.”
She nods and goes back down. He has to fight to buck up into her. She only keeps her mouth around his tip, not wanting to go crazy. She pumps the rest of him, drool dripping down her chin.
“Y/N, I’m getting close.”
She keeps sucking on him. When she looks up at him, making eye contact, he loses it. She spurts into her mouth and her eyes widen at the taste. It didn’t taste bad, but it certainly didn’t taste good either. She takes it all, but she sure as shit wasn’t going to swallow. She looks around his room for his trash and when she spots it, she gets off the bed and spits into it. She grabs the glass of water from his desk and swishes it around her mouth before spitting again.
“Sorry.” She breathes. “I just-“
“You’re apologizing? Get your ass over here.” He smirks. She gets back onto the bed and he holds her close. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to swallow it unless you really wanted to. I know it’s a lot to get used to.”
“So, you’re not offended?”
“You just gave me a blow job, I’m not offended at all.” He kisses her forehead. “I’m just gonna go use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” He grabs his boxers and slips them on and leaves the room.
Y/N snatches her phone and texts in the group chat letting Amanda and Gina know what just happened. She couldn’t wait to get home, she needed to talk about it now. When Harry gets back she nearly throws her phone. She puts her phone down gently and cuddles up to him when he lays back down. He kisses on the top of her head a couple of times and rubs her back.
“That felt really good, by the way.”
“You’re not just saying that?” She pouts up at him.
“Not at all, I’ve been dreaming about you doing that. It was nice to feel the real thing.” His lips curve up as he looks down at her. “You’re a natural, sure you’ve never done that before.”
“Never, I swear.” She giggles. “I’m glad it was good for you.”
“It was fantastic.” He sighs.
After snuggling a little longer, they both decide to get up. Harry makes Y/N some eggs and toast for breakfast before walking her home. They get to her door and he has trouble saying goodbye. His lips just won’t leave hers.
“You have practice today?”
“Mhm, and then an away game tomorrow. We leave early in the morning. I’ll text you when I get home, maybe we can meet up.”
“I’d like that.” He smiles. “So I won’t see you at all tonight?”
“No, we’re not allowed to go out the night before an away game.”
“Fair enough.” He sighs. “Alright.” He kisses her against, sucking on her bottom lip before letting her go. “Can’t wait to hear how the game goes.”
“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
She goes inside and runs upstairs. She knocks on Amanda’s door before going in and they both squeal. Gina comes in and squeals with them.
//
It was a rough game. They lost by one goal. The bus was quiet at first, but the coach ended up farting and it made everyone laugh, lightening the mood. They wouldn’t be going out to celebrate tonight, but Y/N knew a few of the girls would be getting together. She was pooped and didn’t feel like drinking. She was sitting in the window seat on the coach bus next to Gina, who was turned talking to one of the other girls, so she takes the opportunity to call Harry. Now that she thinks about it, they’ve never spoken on the phone before. She puts her headphones in and dials his number.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Hey! How was the game, babe?”
“We lost…by one goal.” She sighs.
“I’m sorry, that must not feel great. I watched the live stream, but I was only able to catch the beginning.”
“You…you actually watched part of it?”
“Yeah! I wanted to support you. I had to tutor this afternoon so that’s why I wasn’t able to watch the whole thing.”
“Well, thanks for watching a little…”
“Of course, babe.”
“Um, we should be back to campus in an hour. I need to shower and stuff, and I don’t really feel like going out, but would you wanna come over and cuddle?”
“I’d love to. I’ll bring my laptop so we can watch Disney movies.”
“That sounds amazing. I’ll text you once I’m all set.”
“Sounds good, see you soon.”
Y/N hangs up and taps Gina on the shoulder. She tells her that Harry’s gonna come over and she nods excitedly. She takes the second shower once Amanda is done, and then puts on a pair of comfy sweat pants and throws on a t-shirt. Harry comes over, and she takes him right up to her room.
“What are your roommates up to tonight?”
“Not sure, they’re probably just hanging out too.” They both get onto her bed. “Sorry there’s not as much room as your bed.”
“Are you kidding, this is going to be a great cuddle.”
He sits up against the wall, and has her sit in front of him, placing the laptop at the foot of the bed. They decide on The Goofy Movie. Although, Harry is being very distracting. He rubs Y/N’s shoulders and neck, and then his arms wrap around her waist. He gets up under her shirt, one hand kneading one of her breasts, and the other dips into her sweatpants. He starts kissing on her neck and her head rolls back to his shoulder. She bites her bottom lip as his fingers get inside her underwear and start rubbing at her clit. His middle finger slips inside her and she gasps.
“Alright?” He nips at her earlobe.
“Mhm, don’t stop.” She bites her bottom lip. They’ve both forgotten about the movie, almost thankful it’s just background noise to help muffle things. “M’getting too hot, Harry.” She whines.
He nearly rips her shirt off, exposing her full chest to him. She gets up and wiggles out of her sweatpants. He gets his own shirt off, and then she straddles him. She kisses down his neck and sucks where she pleases.
“I did some thinking last night while you were gone.” He says between pants.
“Oh yeah?” She rolls her hips down on him.
“Yeah.” He grips her hips and moves his up to meet hers. “If I’m only seeing you, and you’re only seeing me, then I think I should just cut the crap and ask you to be my girlfriend, don’t you think?”
“You…I thought the labels-“
“I was being stupid about that. I wanna be your boyfriend, Y/N. Can’t risk anyone else scooping you up. I need you to be mine.”
“I’m already yours.”
“Like, officially though.”
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I want you to be my boyfriend too.”
He grabs his phone out of his pocket and goes to change his Facebook status when he realizes something.
“We’re not even friends on here…”
“We’re not?! Could have sworn that happened when you started tutoring me.”
“No, I guess not. Think that was just insta.” He sends her a friend request, and she accepts, and then they both change their statuses. “There, now there’s no question about it.” They both set their phones on the floor, and get back to it.
Their tongues slide against each other as he gropes various parts of her body. Things were getting hot and heavy fast.
“Want you, please.” She whimpers against him.
“What?”
“Please, Harry, fuck me.”
“Y/N…”
“I’m ready, I swear. We’re both sober, I want this. Please, Harry, please fuck me, don’t make me beg.” She pouts. “Fuck, I don’t have any condoms.”
“I…have some in my backpack.” He blushes. “I just keep them in there, I didn’t think anything was going to happen tonight.”
“Well, I’m glad you have some. Do you wanna do this?”
“I do, but only if you’re really sure.”
“I am.” She smiles and he nods. She gets off of him and lies down on the bed while he searches through his backpack.
“Do you want me to finger you some more?”
“No, I really just want your dick.” She slides her underwear down her legs and tosses them to the floor.
His mouth was watering. He strips himself of the rest of his clothes and snatches a condom. He makes sure her door is locked, and closes his laptop before getting on top of her. He opens the foil packet, and rolls the rubber down his length.
“You’re positive?”
“Yes, Harry, I swear.”
“I’ll stop at any second, okay? You just need to speak up.”
“Okay.”
She spreads her legs apart for him, and he leans down to kiss her. He rubs his tip against her clit and through her folds, making sure she’s wet. He starts to push inside her, and all she feels is pressure and stretching. It sort of burned a bit as he did it. She takes a deep breath and digs her nails into his shoulders.
“Almost all the way in, can you take it?”
“Yeah, yeah, I can take it.”
He groans once he’s all the way in. He was so fucking snug inside her, it was a miracle he didn’t nut right then and there.
“You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah.” She had a couple of tears in her eyes.
“Are you sure? It doesn’t hurt?”
“It hurts a little, but not enough that I want to stop. I’m just getting used to you. Try moving.”
“Okay.”
He slowly rocks in and out, watching her face to make sure she wasn’t in too much pain. It was crazy, it was a like a switch went off because as soon as he got going with a good pace, it started to feel good. Even the stretching, she liked how it all felt. One of his hands kneads her breast and tweaks her nipple and his lips attach to her neck.
“Okay, babe?” He says into her ear.
“So good, Harry.” She wraps her legs around his back and digs her heels into his ass.
He couldn’t do much with her tonight, he knew that. He couldn’t fuck her from behind or even let her on top, but he could make her feel amazing. He snakes a hand between them and rubs her clit.
“Oh!” She gasps.
“Like that, baby girl?”
“Yes, oh my god, yes, Harry.” She arches up into him. She’s breathing heavily and scratching at his back. She almost felt like she needed to pee, but she knew it was just her orgasm getting ready to wash over her. “Shit, oh fuck, shit!” She cries out as she comes around his cock.
He spills into the condom shortly after, not being able to hold on much longer himself. He pulls out of her slowly, not wanting to hurt her and she winces.
“I know, baby, I know.” He feels terrible, he knew she had to feel sore. He gets up and throws the condom out in her trash and gets back over to her quickly, caressing her cheeks, applying kisses all over her face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” She smiles and practically melts at his tenderness. “I really need to pee.” She chuckles.
“Alright, let’s getcha to the bathroom then.”
“I can go on my own. Just need a shirt.”
“Take mine.” He grabs it off the floor and hands it to her. He slips his own boxers back on, and helps her stand up.
He watches her waddle out of the room. She winces as she uses the toilet, and she grimaces at the toilet paper when she sees a light pink color. He was so careful with her, extremely gentle, but she was still a virgin at the end of the day. Well, not anymore. She just gave something major to Harry. She waddles back to her room, and smiles when she sees him still half naked, waiting in her bed.
“Do you want the side with the wall, or-“
She practically jumps on top of him, and she attacks him with kisses. They both giggle and then she settles to lay on top of him for a bit. He rubs her back and soothes her as best he can. He gets up to use the bathroom, and when he comes back they decide to finish their movie and spoon before falling asleep.
//
Harry held Y/N all night. She felt extremely safe in his arms, and it was exactly what she needed after doing something so big for her. She adjusts against him, and he gives her kisses on the back of her neck and she smiles. She turns over and buries her face in his chest. He strokes her back and kisses the top of her head. He was being careful with her, knowing that she would need some extra reassurance.
“How are you feeling?” He finally asks, his voice still thick with sleep.
“I’m okay.” She mumbles. “A little sore, but I’ll be alright.”
“I tried not to be too rough with you, I’m sorry.”
She looks up at him and smiles.
“You weren’t rough at all…I probably should have let you finger me a little more beforehand. I just really wanted you.”
“Can’t blame you for that.” He smirks and she swats a hand at his chest. “Kidding.”
“Mhm, sure you were.”
“Do you have plans today?”
“Just homework and stuff. I’m dreading our practice tomorrow morning, the coach is gonna ride us for losing.” She sighs.
“It was your first loss, right?”
“Yeah, so it’s not terrible, but it could easily be the start to a losing streak, so we need to prevent that.” They both shift so Harry’s on his back, and she’s got her head on his chest. “Why? Did you want to do something?”
“Well, I was thinking I could go back to my place and shower, and then I could come back here to do homework or something…we could get brunch at the dining hall.”
“God, I love brunch at dhall. Could I invite Amanda and Gina? They’ll be jealous.”
“Sure! I don’t care.” He kisses her forehead and gets up. She watches him stretch, and he gets his clothes on. “Wanna just meet over there in, like, an hour?”
“Works for me.”
“Alright, see you in a bit.” He leans down and pecks her lips before slipping out.
Just as she’s getting out of bed, and putting some shorts on, Gina and Amanda burst into her room.
“You guys wanna come to the dining hall with us in a bit?” Y/N asks with a smug look on her face.
“Yes, but we have more important things to discuss.” Amanda says. “What the hell happened in here last night?”
“Oh god, did you guys hear anything?”
“Only a little.” Gina says. “I just put headphones in.”
“Okay, so this is going to sound like he and I have bene moving fast, well, I guess we have been, but…we had sex last night.”
“Like full on?!” Amanda asks. The three sit on the bed together.
“Yeah, he was like rubbing up on me and stuff, and we were making out, and I told him I wanted to. He was so sweet, he kept asking me if I was sure and everything.”
“Did you make sure to pee after?” Gina asks.
“Yeah…and I think I bled a little…I’m a little sore. He was so sweet on me, though, like he took it really slow.”
“Did it hurt while he was doing it?” Amanda asks.
“A little in the begging, like when he first put it in, and then all of a sudden it started to feel really good. I think he was hitting my g-spot or something. He rubbed my clit too, I didn’t know an orgasm could feel so good.” She blushes. Her and the girls have had plenty of these conversations, so it wasn’t that weird to be so open, but just thinking about the previous events was making her feel an ache between her legs.
“Good for you! And he asked to go to the dining hall with you?” Gina asks.
“Yeah, he asked me if I had plans today. He held me all night too. We, like, made things official last night…on Facebook…”
“Oh shit!” The girls say and both take their phones out. They like the status update.
“I’m gonna go shower quick, and then we can get ready to go?” Y/N asks.
“Definitely.” Amanda says.
They both watch Y/N stand up. She breathes funny for a second and then she sneezes.
“Ow! Oh my god!” She grabs at her lower stomach.
“What happened?” Gina asks, concerned.
“Felt like my vagina was gonna fall out.” Y/N says and they all start laughing. “Fuck, this is going to be a long day…”
//
Harry really liked Y/N’s friends. They were chill, but blunt. He knew Y/N must have filled them in on the night prior, but he didn’t mind. He knew the first time was a big deal for anyone, his certainly was, even if it was when he was seventeen.
“Harry, you’re on senate right?” Gina asks.
“Yeah.” He smiles. “Why?”
“Is it true you guys have these really long meetings on Sunday nights?”
“Mhm.” He sighs. “We meet up at five, and we all have to be dressed up because sometimes different staff and faculty come to the meetings, so we need to look professional. I’ve been there as late as 10PM sometimes. Certain motions take forever to get through, it’s annoying. The only perk is that we get food provided.”
“And that’s why you get a lot of your homework done on Saturdays, right?” Y/N says.
“That’s right.” He smiles at her.
“How come you wanted to on senate and not join a normal club?” Amanda asks.
“I wanted to be involved with how things are done on campus.” Harry shrugs. “I was on student senate in high school, so I wanted to continue with it here.”
“What made you want to study at an American university? Aren’t schools way less expensive where you’re from?” Gina asks.
“They can be. I just thought this would be a good time for me to get away and travel. It makes me appreciate home more when I go back.”
“Makes sense.” Gina says. “I’m actually from Florida, and only came up here to play hockey.”
“Same here, I’m from California.” Amanda tells him.
“I think I’m one of the few in-state students on our team.” Y/N says.
“That’s cool though that this school has such a good hockey program that you wanted to come here.”
After lunch, Harry comes back to Y/N’s apartment, and they all hang out to do homework in the living room. When 4PM hits he explains he needs to go home so he can get ready for senate.
“Thanks for hanging out today, it was nice.” Y/N says as they stand in the doorway.
“Yeah, it was.” He puts his thumb and forefinger on her chin to tilt her chin up. He leans down and gives her a nice, slow kiss. “When do I see you next?”
“I don’t know…Tuesday for tutoring?”
“Works for me.”
“I mean, I’m sure we’ll talk before then.”
“Most likely.” He grins.
“Okay, well, have a god senate meeting.”
“Thanks.” He gives her another kiss before heading out.
“He’s, like, dreamy.” She says to the girls when she walks back into the living room. “I think I’ll keep him around.” She giggles with them.
//
Harry was just finishing getting his tie on for the senate meeting, and he thinks to send Y/N a mirror selfie so she could see what he has to wear. He puts a pout on his face and puts a caption on it asking her to just kill him. Joking, of course.
When she gets the DM, she bites her bottom lip. She thought he looked really good. So she told him that, well she told him he looked really sexy, and that was just about all he needed to stay distracted for his entire meeting.
“Harry?”
“Hm?”
“What’s your vote on giving Awesome Weekends more funding?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Um, I just think if we do this we need to see some return on investment. I want to make sure that students actually go to the events they put on. The money should go towards more advertising and stuff like that. I mean, but just word of mouth we were able to get more people at sporting events. The events Awesome Weekends put on aren’t exactly always awesome.”
“They’ve proposed more free skate nights.” Billy says. “Off-setting the cost of rentals. That’s why a lot of students don’t go to that normally. They’re also working on more movie nights, and late night dining.”
“Alright, I vote yes then, but it needs to be a trial basis. We need to see how it works. If they want the same amount of money next year then they can say why they deserve it in allocations this spring like everyone else.”
“I agree with Harry.” Ari says. “I say we boost it now, but let it be clear that if they want more next year, they’ll have to ask for it during allocations like everyone else.”
“Thanks.” He whispers to her.
“No problem.” She smiles.
“Alright, let’s take a fifteen minute break.” The senior class president says.
“You’re a little distracted tonight, are you alright?” Ari asks Harry.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says, taking out his phone. Y/N had sent him a selfie of her own, snuggled up in bed, and he smiles at it. “These meetings just go on forever sometimes. My girlfriend’s already in bed for Christ’s sake.”
“It’s only 9:30…wait, did you just say girlfriend?”
“Yeah, made it official with her last night.” He smiles dreamily.
“The girl from the hockey team?!”
“Um, yeah…why?”
“I…well, no offense, but she just seems sort of frumpy for you, Harry.”
“Frumpy? That’s sort of rude, Ari.” He frowns. “I think she’s really pretty.”
“I just meant, like, she’s always wearing sweats and stuff.”
“A lot of people on teams do that. What do you care how she dresses anyways?”
“I just think people should care more about how they look before they leave for the day.”
“You’ve never seen her dressed up for a party then, because-“ He cuts himself off. “You know what, I don’t need to do this. I like her, she’s my girlfriend, and that’s it. As my friend, I hope you’d be happy for me.”
“I’m ecstatic.” She huffs and gets up to grab some more water.
“I don’t like her attitude at all.” Harry says to Andrew.
“Dude…she has a thing for you, and you just rubbed a new relationship in her face. I was sort of hoping she’d stop liking you when you brought Y/N over for that movie night, but I guess not.”
“She what?!” He whisper screams. “Why didn’t she say anything?”
“Probably because she knew you didn’t like her back. She’s had a thing for you since last year.”
“Shit, I feel terrible.” He looks over at Ari and then back to Andrew. “Should I talk to her?”
“No, she’d probably just be embarrassed. You said you’re official with Y/N now, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then she just need to accept it. She’ll move on now that she knows she really doesn’t have a chance.”
“Ari’s really nice, and pretty in her own right, I just like sportier girls, I always have.”
“Hey, I think Y/N’s hot, so you don’t have to explain it to me.” He smirks.
“Don’t ever say that to me again…but thanks.”
It was nearly 10:30 by the time Harry got back to his apartment. He goes straight to his room and flops onto his bed. He groans and then changes out of his nice clothes, and goes to do his nightly routine in the bathroom. He gets settled in bed, and takes his phone out.
Harry: goodnight, Y/N, sweet dreams <3
Y/N gets the text and nearly squeals. Harry was so sweet.
Y/N: night! <3
//
Y/N groans when her alarm goes off at 6AM. Sometimes she really hated having early ice times, but nonetheless she gets up and puts her warm ups on. She grabs her phone and decided to be a little cute.
Y/N: morning, Harry! Hope you have a great day :)
She gets her gym bag together, and meets Amanda and Gina downstairs. They each grab a granola bar, and head out the door.
Harry wakes up at 6:15 to get ready to go to the gym. His heart skips a beat when he sees Y/N’s good morning text, and the smile on his face grows wider as he rereads it.
Harry: morning, love, hope coach doesn’t go too hard on you
He looks outside and sees that it’s pretty nice out, and decides to just go for a run. Harry liked getting his workout over with in the mornings. It gave him a lot of energy for the day, and once it was done, it was done.
Coach had the girls sprint across the ice way too many times, and then he had them work on their slap shots. They scrimmaged until they couldn’t scrimmage anymore. He said that they better get it together for their next away game Wednesday. They needed to be able to win on the road, not just at home.
Y/N was drenched in sweat, as were the other girls. She peels her padding off and the rest of her clothes, and hops into the shower. She needed to look nice for one of her business classes today, so she puts on a pair of tan nylons to cover her legs. It was getting colder, but it wasn’t quite black-tights seasons yet. Then she puts on a green short-sleeve blouse, and pairs it with a black pencil skirt that comes to right above her knees. This was her “fancy” skirt for presentations. She straightens her hair and puts some makeup on, and then slips in her black flats. Amanda and Gina were dressed up too.
“We better get points for looking so nice, or I’ll kill this professor.” Gina says.
“Right? Like, there has to be style points.” Y/N says.
“Let’s just get up to campus and get this over with.” Amanda says. “A presentation at 8:15, who the fuck thought that was a good idea?”
The girls crushed their presentation, of course, but Y/N didn’t have time between her other classes to change, so she just toughs it out. She figures after lunch she can run home quickly to change into her workout clothes.
Andrew and Ari were in line at the dining hall, waiting to get sandwiches when they see Y/N walk by with some of the other hockey girls.
“What were you saying about her being frumpy?” Andrew says to her, nudging her arm.
“Stop it.” She groans. “I’m embarrassed enough for how I acted last night. I’m lucky Harry’s even sitting next to me.”
Y/N accidentally bumps into someone while she’s getting herself a glass of water.
“I’m so sorry, I…oh, hi, Harry.” She beams.
“Y/N, hi.” He blushes when he looks her up and down. “You look, um, nice.”
“Thanks, I had this stupid presentation for my marketing class this morning, and I haven’t had a chance to change yet. Hoping to after lunch.” They both walk into the dining area together. “I have like an hour before my next class so I’m gonna eat quick and head back.”
“Do you…want some help changing out of all that?” He asks, stepping close so no one hears him.
“Um…”
“I’m sitting right over there, come grab me when you’re done eating, yeah?”
“Okay.”
He smiles and kisses her cheek before walking away. Y/N goes over to sit down with her friends, face completely flushed.
“Are you alright?” Ashley asks.
“Yeah, um, I think I just made a dick appointment, so I can’t stay long.”
“Oh my god!” Ashley squeals. “Damn, with Harry?”
“Yeah.” Y/N smiles. “I told him I was going to change after lunch and he just asked me if I needed help.”
“Oh, shit!” Amanda laughs. “What a fuckboy thing to say, but damn, I don’t think I’d say no either.”
“He’s, like, way more smooth than I ever would have thought.”
Y/N only eats about half of her lunch out of nerves, and then says goodbye to everyone. She walks over to Harry’s table, and clears her throat. He looks over at her and smiles, getting up with his empty dishes. He says goodbye to his friends and walks out with Y/N. They put their dishes away, and then he grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers.
“This is okay, right? I’m not being too pushy?”
“No, I…I want you to come over.”
“Okay.” He smiles and they both walk a little faster to the student apartments.
Y/N nervously keys inside and they both run up to her room. She slams it closed and locks it, and the next thing she knows she’s being pinned up against it. Harry presses his front to hers, and groans into their kiss.
“Is this okay?” He breathes before moving to suck on her neck.
“Yes.” Her hands move to undo his pants. “Is this?”
“Yes.” He steps back to take his shirt off and wiggle out of his pants.
He grabs her and his hands slide to her ass to unzip the back of her skirt. It falls to the ground, pooling at her feet. He lifts her shirt overhead, and quickly unhooks her bra.
“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He leads her over to her bed, and lays her down. His fingers hook into her panties and he slides them down her legs. He licks his lips when he’s presented with her center. “You don’t mind if I have a little dessert, do you?”
“Please, indulge.” She leans up on her elbows to watch as he dives right in. “Oh, fuck.” Her head rolls back, and her hands rake through his hair.
He licks her up and down and moves his face from side to side. He sucks on her clit, and slides his middle finger inside her. She winces for a moment, and he pops off her to look at her.
“Are you still sore?”
“Um…only a little…but I really want you to keep going.”
“I don’t wanna do it if it’s gonna hurt.”
“Please, Harry? I really want you to fuck me again.”
“I just wish I had some lube or something to help soothe you…we’ll have to buy some.” He says more so to himself than to her before licking over her clit again. He does the next best thing, and just wells up some spit and lets it fall from his tongue to her center. She whimpers and he looks up at her. “Like that?”
“Yeah…it was sort of sexy…”
He does it again and then slides his middle finger back inside her. He’s able to get a second finger in, and he curls them both up against that spongey spot of her front wall. He uses his other thumb to rub around her clit. He looks up at her and can’t help but smirk when he sees her head rolled back into the pillow.
“Can tell you’re close, love, you gonna come for me?”
“Shit, oh my god, yes!” She cries out. His words put her over the edge and she comes around his fingers. He goes over to his backpack to grab a condom, and takes his boxers off so he can roll it on. He gets back on the bed between her legs.
“You know, I never asked, are you on the pill or anything? I don’t mind using condoms, I’m just curious.”
“Yeah, I’m on the pill.” She puts her hands on his shoulders and smiles.
He hums his response and lines himself up with her. He starts to push inside, but he stops.
“Why’d you stop?” She pouts.
“Just wanted to make sure you still wanted to.”
“I do! Please, just keep going.”
He nods and slowly pushes inside her. He grunts once he’s all the way in, and stays there a moment before pulling out and pushing back in. Her mouth falls open from the pleasure.
“That feels really good.” She says, pressing kisses to chest.
“Yeah? Like it like this, babe?”
“Mhm.”
He continues to carefully thrust in and out of her. She bites her bottom lip, and decides to let him know how she’s feeling.
“Could we…could I…um…”
“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“What if I got on top?”
“You sure you wanna try that now? When’s your class?”
She looks off to her clock.
“I’ve got thirty minutes, plenty of time.”
“Alright.” He pulls out and switches spots with her. He sits up against the wall and waits for her. She gives him a funny look. “What?”
“Aren’t you supposed to lay down?”
“Not necessarily, I wanna help you, just come here.”
She crawls into his lap, and lines herself up with him. They both look down as she slowly sinks down on him. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment to get used to it. He helps her wraps her legs around his waist, and his hands grip her ass. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and he slowly thrusts up into her. Her eyes snap open when she feels how deep he’s able to go.
“Oh my god.” She looks at him. “Do that again.”
He slots his lips over hers and gets a rhythm going. She does her best to move along with him, but she doesn���t mind that he’s doing a lot of the work. She sucks his bottom between her teeth before moving to nibble on his earlobe.
“Harry.” She whines.
“Feels good?”
“Feels so good.” She bites down right on the crook of his neck and he groans.
His hands grip harder on her ass he moves her a little faster. Her clit was rubbing against him in the most perfect way, and she could feel another release approaching. She grips at his hair and tugs hard as she cries out into his chest. He spills into the condom as she comes down from her high. They both take a minute to sit there. He holds her close to him and rubs her back. He kisses her temple and then moves to her now puffy lips. He gives her a soft smile when he sees her mascara had run a bit. He uses his thumbs to help clean up under eyes, and it makes her giggle.
“I’ll just use a makeup wipe.” She pecks at his lips and slowly gets off him. “Blegh, I don’t like the way that feels at all.”
“It’s cause you’re so sensitive, babe.” He gets up and rids himself of the condom, putting his boxers and other clothes back on. He watches as she grabs a towel to wrap around herself.
“Mm, right, I forgot you were a sexologist.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m just gonna pee, I’ll be right back.”
She’s back in a couple minutes and he watches her rifle through her workout clothes. She settles on a pair of cropped leggings, a sports bra, and a t-shirt. She flips her hair over and puts it up in a messy bun, and then grabs a makeup up wipe to get everything off. She sits down next to him to lace up her sneakers.
“I’m not a sexologist.” He mumbles.
“I know, I was being sarcastic.” She smirks.
“I’m aware.” He sits back on her bed and she looks at him. “I did take a women’s health class last year, though, and we talked about things that can happen after sex, so that’s the only reason why I know that.”
“Why in the fuck did you take a women’s health class, Harry?” She nearly laughs.
“I don’t know, my mum said it would be a good idea…and it counted towards one of my gen eds. I actually learned a lot. You ladies, uh, have a lot to deal with.”
“Were there other boys in the class?”
“A couple. I mostly kept to myself, I didn’t want anyone thinking I was there just to meet girls or anything.”
“Tell me, what else did you learn?” She was intrigued now.
“Basically everything that goes on with your body from birth to death.”
“Is that how you learned to be so go in bed?” She blushes.
“No, but please, keep inflating my ego.” He grins. “How are you feeling right now?”
“Good, I may refrain from doing squats because my legs feel like jelly, but other than that, no complaints.” She leans back to kiss his cheek. “I have time to get it together during class anyways.” She looks over at her click. “Which I need to get to now.”
She stands up and so does he. He wraps his arms around her from behind and gives a squeeze before letting her go. As she walked to class she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She could definitely get used to having a boyfriend.
//
Things went on like this for a few a weeks. Harry and Y/N would meet up when they could for homework dates, keeping their actual tutoring sessions at the library so no funny business would happen. When they were alone, it was on just about every time. He tried to livestream her away games, and he was at every single one of her home games. When she gave him one of her jerseys from the previous year to wear, he tackled her and showered her with kisses. He wears it to all her home games now.
“You don’t have a game Saturday night, right?” He asks her one evening while doing homework.
“Nope, just during the afternoon, why?”
“There’s going to be free skate Saturday night, would you wanna go? I sort of have to be there for senate. I’ll understand if you won’t feel like it.”
“No! That sounds like fun. I never get to skate just for the hell of it. What time does it start? My, um, mom is coming to the game Saturday and she’s going to want to get dinner afterwards.”
“It starts at eight, and you’re mum’s coming?”
“Mhm.”
“Will I get to meet her?”
“Do you want to?” She raises an eyebrow at him.
“I think I should, you’re my girlfriend after all. Does she know about me?”
“Of course she does! I told her a week or so after we made things official. She’s going to sit in the parent’s section most likely…”
“I don’t mind not sitting with the usual people I go with. It would give me some time to chat with her if I sit with her. I wanna make a good impression.”
“You’re so sweet.” She smiles.
“Your siblings aren’t coming?”
“Nah, they’ll hang back to watch the bar.”
“Cool, well, I’m excited. What have you told her about me?”
“I told her how smart you are and how we met because you’re tutoring me.” She shuffles his papers and laptop away to crawl into his lap. “And I told her how sweet you are, and how you always walk me home when it’s late, and stuff like that.”
“Oh.” He wraps his arms around her waist.
“And I told her about your major, and how you’re on senate, and that you’re an all-around good person. I sent her a picture of you and she agreed that you’re very cute.”
Harry can’t help but smile while he presses his lips to hers.
“The tattoos didn’t throw her off?”
“Not at all.” She scoffs. “My mom is pretty chill for the most part. She just wants me to be happy, and I am, so it’s no skin off her nose.”
“I told my mum about you too, you know. I told about how nice you are and how passionate you are about hockey, and how bright you are.”
“Oh, stop.”
“I mean it! I really admire you, Y/N. It takes a lot of work to balance being a student-athlete.”
“Thanks, Har.” She pecks his lips and nuzzles into his neck.
//
On Saturday, Harry explains to his friends that he’ll be sitting on the parent side of the arena to meet Y/N’s mom. He has the jersey that Y/N gave him on, so he wasn’t hard to find. He feels a tap on his shoulder just as he’s getting some ketchup onto his hotdog. He turns around and looks down to see a woman who sort of looked like Y/N.
“Hi, are you Harry? I could only assume since you’re wearing a jersey with my daughter’s name on it.”
“Yeah! Hi, are you Mrs. Y/L/N?”
“Mhm, please, just call me Angie.” She gives Harry a gentle hug. “It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N told me so much about you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too. Did you want anything from concessions before we go in?”
“Oh, no, I’m all set, but thank you.” She smiles. “I’m so excited, this is the first game I’ve been able to get to all season. I heard you’ve been to every single one.”
“It’s important to support the women’s teams just as much as the men’s.”
“Well, I know how much it means to Y/N, so thank you.”
He follows her into the arena and they sit in a row a few up from the glass. Harry finishes his hotdog and tosses his trash into a nearby bin. Everything goes dark, and lights start flashing. The crowd cheers for both teams as they come onto the ice. Harry cheers and claps for Y/N, and so does her mother.
Y/N assists a goal, and the crowd goes wild. Later on she’s sent to the penalty box for knocking someone over, to which she argued with the ref about, to which Harry had to fight the blood rushing to his dick watching her get fired up. She sits there for the two minutes, and gets back on the ice. Harry chats with Y/N’s mom between periods, and the girls end up winning 3-1. It was a good game.
“I’m glad it’s over, I was really starting to get cold.” She chuckles as they go out to the lobby. “I was planning to take Y/N for a bite to eat once she’s done, would you like to join us?”
“Oh, I don’t wanna impose on your alone time…”
“Don’t be silly! You’re welcome to join, I’m sure she’ll love it.”
“Thanks, yeah, if she’s cool with it I’d be happy to join.”
Twenty or so minutes go by before Y/N emerges in the lobby. She had some ice wrapped around her shoulder, and a huge smile on her face when she sees her mom.
“Mum!” She runs over to her and they hug.
“Hi, sweetie.” She kisses her cheek. “What’s wrong with your shoulder?”
“Nothing, the trainer just wanted it wrapped up.” She shrugs and goes over to hug Harry.
“Great game.” He says.
“Thanks.” She smiles and kisses his cheek. “Do you wanna join us for dinner?”
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
“Perfect, how does Chinese sound?” Her mom asks.
“Works for me.” Y/N says.
“Sounds good.” Harry says.
“Harry, I’ll need to go ready at my place before free skate. Ashley’s having a…get together tonight.”
“That’s fine, I’ll wanna change to.”
They tell each other as they climb into Angie’s car. She laughs to herself and shakes her head at Y/N.
“What?”
“You can just say you’re going to a party. You just won a game, of course you guys are gonna celebrate tonight.” She nudges her.
The three enjoy a nice Chinese buffet. Angie is able to get to know Harry a little more, and Y/N eats it up. Harry knew how to speak with adults since he had to do it often for student senate. He was definitely making a good impression.
“Want to just drop you off at your apartment, honey?”
“That’d be great mom, thanks.”
Angie gets out of the car to give Y/N a big hug and kiss goodbye, and she gives Harry a hug as well. Y/N keys into her apartment, and brings Harry upstairs with her.
“It shouldn’t take me too long, and then we can go to your place.”
“Take your time, we don’t need to be the first people there.” He says, settling to lounge on her bed.
He watches as she picks out a pair of ripped mom jeans and a long sleeve white crop top. She heard him laugh and she turns her head.
“What?”
“What’s the point of that having sleeves if half your stomach isn’t covered?”
“It’s going to be cold on the ice, and hot at Ashley’s. I’m just trying to help myself out for both scenarios.” She takes her hair out of its messy bun and shakes it out. She runs her straightener through it quickly, and then changes. She puts a little makeup on and looks at Harry. “Well?”
“Look good enough to eat, babe.”
“Don’t start.” She giggles. “Let’s go, you take longer than me to change.”
“I do not.” He says with fake offense.
“Yes, you do.” She boops his nose and tugs him out of her room.
“We’re going to free skate tonight, and then we’ll come to Ashley’s.” She says to Amanda, peeping her head into her room.
“Okay, we’ll see you later, have fun!”
Y/N and Harry make their way to his apartment, and head up to his room. He puts his contacts in, and peels his jersey and undershirt off. He finds a short-sleeve button up in his closet and throws that on with some jeans. He finds a jacket to wear over it and puts his beanie back on.
“Alright, ready?”
“Mhm.”
They make their way to the ice arena and get their skates. There was a small line which Harry was happy to see. He watches as Y/N nimbly laces up her skates, and she looks at him.
“Do you want some help with those?” She asks.
“Would you mind? I feel like I can never get them tight enough.”
“The trick is tug them down here first.” She kneels in front of him and it makes him blush to see her basically on her knees before him. “See? Feel the difference?” She looks up at him innocently.
“Um, yeah.” He swallows and she ties up his other skate. “Thanks.”
“No worries.”
She helps him up and they make their way onto the ice. There was a good amount of people skating, and there was music playing. Harry looks over to see his friends from senate.
“Hold my hand?” He asks and she giggles, taking it without question. They both gently glide their way over. “Nice turn out, huh?” He says to Andrew and Billy.
“Yeah! Awesome Weekends really pulled it together.” Billy says.
“I think the free cocoa and popcorn was nice a touch.” Andrew points over to small station off to the side of the arena. “Hi, Y/N, that was a great game earlier.”
“Oh! Thanks.” She smiles.
“I thought your penalty was bullshit, that girl nudged you first.” Billy says.
“That’s what I said! This is why they should just let us fight each other, it’s so annoying.”
“Where’s Ari?” Harry asks, looking around.
“Ah! She’s here with Scott Paxton.” Andrew points to the other end of the rink. “My jaw dropped when I saw her walk in with him.”
“Oh good, I’m glad she’s got a date.” Harry says relieved.
“Well, are we going to stand around, or are we skating?” Y/N asks.
“Aren’t you tired?” Billy asks.
“Not at all! I never get to just fuck around on the ice.”
She starts skating backwards to the beat of the song that’s playing, and Harry glides towards her, taking her hands in his.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Skate backwards.”
“Oh! It’s easy!” She frees her hands from him and skates around him so she’s behind him, hands on his hips. “It’s just like skating forwards, only backwards.”
“You’d be a horrible tutor, Y/N.” Harry chuckles.
“Shut up! You’ll see what I’m saying, just move with me, I’ve got you.”
He looks over his shoulder so he can see what they’re doing, and he watches as she moves her legs and he tries to do the same.
“See! You’re getting the hang of it.”
“Just don’t let go.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Y/N ends up skating around a bit while Harry talks with some of the student senate people towards the end of the event, but all in all they had a great time together. She helps him get his skates off, and he sighs with relief.
“I don’t know how you wear these all the time.” He says he gets his boots back on.
“You just get used to it.” She shrugs and stands up. “Ready to go have some more fun?”
“Mhm.” He takes her hand as they walk out of the arena, and towards Ashley’s apartment. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah! It was great.”
“It was like being on a little date, huh?”
“Mhm.” She smiles up at him. “You looked cute skating.”
“Did I? Thought I looked like an idiot.”
“Oh stop, you’re decent enough for someone who doesn’t skate every day of their life.”
“Last year I took one of those one credit courses so I could take a skating lesson. That’s the only reason I didn’t fall flat on my ass.” This makes Y/N laugh and loop her arm through Harry’s to keep him close. “I liked the way you hung onto me to show me some stuff.”
“See, I ended up being a pretty decent teacher after all. Our methods are just different.”
They get to Ashley’s and head right in. She tells them they can leave their jackets in the hall closet if they want, and then head into the kitchen. Y/N was allowed to have whatever alcohol she wanted, and by proxy, so could Harry. He makes them up some vodka cranberries, and they both head downstairs to join a game of beer pong.
Y/N goes off to hang out with her friends, and Harry does the same, knowing a few people at the house. She does some shots with them and makes her way back over to Harry, tugging him away to come dance with her. She grinds her ass against his pelvis, and his hands press into her hips. She loved that Harry wasn’t one of those guys that was too scared to dance. It made going to parties with him so much more fun. After a couple of songs, she can feel how incredibly hard he is against her.
“Yours or mine tonight?” He asks as he nips at her neck. Her arm hooks up around him so she can tug at his hair. Her head falls back to his shoulder.
“Yours, want the bigger bed.”
“Yeah? Wanna have a little more room, babe?”
“Mhm.” She nearly whines.
“You ‘bout ready to go?”
“Yeah, take me home, baby.” She pouts at him.
He lets her walk in front of him to hide his boner as they grab their jackets. He gives her a piggy-back ride back to his place, and he gets her inside, up the stairs, and into his room. They both kick off their shoes, and once their jackets are off, she’s on him. Her tongue licks its way into his mouth and he happily sucks on it, loving the way he could taste the cranberry juice from her mixer.
Her hands slide down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way, and then she tugs at his belt. His hands grope her ass and then her breasts before pulling her shirt off. He places needy kisses down her chest before getting her bra off, and tackling her onto the bed. She giggles as she gets a little more comfortable.
“Want me to suck on it first, Harry?”
“Please.” He flops next to her and she straddles him. She kisses down his chest and undoes his pants. She tugs his hard cock out and puts her mouth right on him.
He bucks his hips up slightly as she pumps what she can’t fit. She tugs his pants and boxers down further so she can grip onto his thighs. His hands rake through her hair to keep it back for her.
“So fucking good, Y/N.” He bites his bottom lip as he watches her bob her head up and down. She moans around him as a response, and he nearly loses it. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, and I’d like to fuck you, so.” He pulls her head off him, and his mouth falls open when he sees the string of spit between his tip and her bottom lip. “Christ.” He yanks her up to him and crashes their mouths together.
He bites and sucks on her bottom lip, and she rolls her hips down on him. He winces, not liking the way her jeans feel against his bare dick. He gets her on her back to get her pants off. Once they’re both naked, he hovers over her so he can kiss her lips again, sliding his fingers between her folds. She gasps when she feels two fingers slide inside her. He twists and curls them and it has her moving her hips along the same way. He watches her face and love the way she makes eye contact with him.
“You like that, babe?” He asks.
“Yes, fuck, don’t stop.” She pleads with him as if he would ever be so mean to tease her and pull his fingers away. He’d give her anything she wanted, she never needed to beg.
He kisses on her neck while his thumb rubs against her clit. She scratches at his shoulders, and she moans out his name. He takes his fingers away and kisses her before reaching for a condom.
“Har?”
“Yeah?” He asks as he rolls it on.
“Would you bend me over the bed?”
“Y/N, if you’re fucking with me I’m gonna be super pissed.” He glares at her.
“I’m not! I mean it, please! I like when we do it from behind, I just wanna try it this way.”
“Alright, get up.” He helps her off the bed, and then she bends over in front of him, propping herself up on her elbows. She wiggles her bottom at him, and he gives her a little smack, making her giggle. “Ready?”
“Mhm, give it to me.”
He lines himself up and pushes inside. She moans out lowly. He starts out by gripping her hips, rocking in and out of her. He wanted to ease her into it.
“I can handle more, Harry, it’s okay.”
“Want it harder, baby?”
“Please.”
He pulls out almost all the way and slams back inside her. Her mouth falls open, and she grips the blankets as he does it over and over. He has to grip onto the back of her neck to keep her in place once he gets an even pace going. All she could hear was his skin slapping against hers. His other hand slips around to rub on her clit and she backs up against him.
“Think you can fuck yourself on my cock while I rub on you?”
“I can try…” She was so fucking wet just from hearing him say that. She moves forward and back, on and off his cock while he rubs on her clit.
“That’s it, babe, use me.”
“Jesus, Harry.” She groans, and bites her bottom lip so she could concentrate. “Oh my god.”
He presses further into her while she backed up on him. She loses it then. He has to move one of his hands over her mouth to muffle her screams. He spills into the condom, the feeling of her squeezing around him did him in. He kisses the backs of her shoulders before pulling out and getting rid of the condom. She collapses onto the bed.
“Alright?” He rubs her back and helps her the rest of the way up.
“Yeah, that was just…wow.” She looks up at him. “I need to pee.”
She looks around and finds her jersey that he was wearing earlier. She was much more comfortable going by herself now, so she waddles out of his room. He can’t help but grow hard again. She just looked so sexy only in her jersey. She comes back in looking freshly fucked and she raises an eyebrow at him.
“What?”
“Nothing…um…” His face was flushed and her eyes flick down to his hard cock and back to his eyes.
“Are you already hard again?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?” She chuckles.
“You look so fucking hot like that. I can wait if you don’t wanna go again so soon.”
“What would you have me do?”
“Come sit on me, bounce up and down?”
“Okay.” She bites her bottom lip.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’m still pretty wet, see?” She lifts the bottom of her jersey so he could see. “Even with going to the bathroom, I just couldn’t help but think about how good it felt.”
“You’re soaked.”
“Mhm.”
“Get over here.” He leans over to his desk and grabs a condom, but she takes it from him. “What are you doing?”
“Do you…I don’t know…maybe not want to use one?”
“That’s how accidents happen.”
“I’m on the pill, I never miss one. I have them with me so I can take it in the morning like I usually do. You could come on my stomach of you feel more comfortable with that. I just wanna feel you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” She goes to take the jersey off but he shakes his head no. “Leave it on.” He says lowly.
She crawls onto his lap and sinks down on him. He lays back and lets her go to work. She moves around in a circle at first and then starts to move up and down. His hands grips her hips and then smooth over the globes of her ass.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this, you have no idea.”
“You feel so good, Harry.” She throws her head back as she bounces up and down on him.
“Shit, so do you.”
He wasn’t going to last long, but he wanted to make sure she got hers before he did, so he lifts the jersey a little to rub her sensitive clit.
“Harry!” She gasps and claws down his chest with her nails. “Shit, oh my god!” She comes around him much sooner than she thought.
He pulls her off him, and press her front into the mattress. He lifts the jersey up so he can come on her ass and back. He sighs with relief once he’s done.
“Let me get a towel, babe, one second.” He slides his boxers on and rummages in his closet. Once he finds a spare towel he leaves the room. She was confused but when he comes back she feels warm water on her. He flips her over and wipes between her legs. Her eyes grow wide. He had never done that before. He looks at her and blushes. “Sorry, was that weird?”
“No! I just…you’re just always a gentleman, Harry.” She chuckles.
He tosses the towel into his hamper and practically rips the jersey off her so they could lay skin to skin. He pecks kisses to her lips and chest and rubs her back as they settle in. He pulls the blankets up over them and they both sigh.
“I like your bed so much better than mine.” She nuzzles into his chest. “So cozy.”
“Your bed is cozy too.”
“Yeah, but we have way less room, and as much as I love you, we both get too sweaty in my dinky bed.” She didn’t realize what she said until she feels his body stiffen under hers. She props herself up to look down at him. “I mean, I just meant, um-“ He cups one of her cheeks.
“Don’t you dare try to take it back.”
“It just slipped out…I-“
“Stop.” He shakes his head. “You love me?”
“Harry, I…yeah, I do, I love you.” He pulls her face down to his so he can kiss her.
“I love you, too.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” She smiles. “Well, this is nice for us.”
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “It’s very nice.” She starts laughing too. “What is it?” He asks as he turns them both over so he can spoon her.
“Nothing, I’m just really fucking glad I had no idea how the brain functioned so I could get you as a tutor.”
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Stupid Sweater
⤷pairing - seonghwa x reader; yunho x reader {he is either a great friend or in love with you. pick your poison.}
⤷genre - angst... i hate real romance apparently
⤷summary - bff!seonghwa falls for the pretty new girl and neglects unrequited!reader. bff!/unrequited!yunho is there to pick up the pieces {part 2}
⤷warnings - seonghwa is a bit of a dick... also implied making out towards the end.
⤷notes -this is loosely based of heather by conan gray. also i am truly experimenting rn as a someone who just started writing again so sorry if i suck! pls request something so i can write more and suck less!
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you toyed with the loose string on hwa’s sweater as you laid on the couch in the ateez dorm room. yunho was resting silently on your legs as you stared at the TV screen. your best friend and unrequited love seonghwa was out late again... you knew exactly where he was or rather who he was with: rina. she was the pretty new stylist and seonghwa had quickly taken a liking to her. but who could blame him? she was the classic korean beauty, she looked like she could jump onstage right alongside Twice. maybe thats why you weren't worried at first. seonghwa sees beautiful girls like this everyday, he wouldn’t be phased by another one, right? obviously, you were mistaken. the two apparently hit it off and began spending a lot of time together. and that meant a lot less time for you.
you were tore away from the movie yunho put on by the sound of the door opening. In walked a buzzed seonghwa. He stumbled slightly before crashing next to you on the couch. he smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and... perfume. rina’s perfume.
“y/n-ah, why are you here this late?” he giggled out. you open your mouth to speak but yunho beats you to it,
“its thursday, hyung. you and y/n always hang out on thursday. i am guessing you forgot... again.” yunho scoffed as he sat up. seonghwa shoot you a remorseful look. you knew what came next. the same thing that always came after hwa realized that he fucked up: the excuses.
“omg y/n, i’m so sorry. i went out to pick up stuff for our movie night and i ran into rina and i lost track of time. i promise i-”
“dont say it, hyung. stop making promises you cant keep. come on y/n. i’ll take you home. its pretty late.” yunho grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the door. will seonghwa would call out your name and be the k-drama lead he so closely resembled?
“y/n!” he yells. is this it? your moment with your main lead. “can you leave that sweater?” guess not. you calmly peeled off the sweater and threw it at him. you shivered at the lack warmth, the thin tank top you wore not helping. yunho rolled his eyes as he took you to the car. the ride home was silent until you pulled up to your building.
“he is a dick. dont let him mess with you like that.”
“he wasnt like this before. you know that.” you sighed reminscing about before rina entered the picture. back when hwa would spent every thursday with you or when he would smell of you and not her or when he wouldnt ask for his clothes back at the end of the night.
“well no matter what he is. i hope you are still coming to mnet tomorrow. if not for him, then for the rest of us?” yunho looked at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you have seen.
“okay, i’ll be there. i promise.”
the next day went quicker than you wanted it to. mnet meant that you would have to watch those two gush over each other. still, you made a promise and unlike hwa, you were gonna keep it. so, you got dressed and headed on the train.
you were greeted by a chorus of screams when you entered the dressing room. one by one, the boys squeezed you tightly while trying to keep their makeup intact. well the boys minus seonghwa who was nowhere to be seen. you looked around but were meet with darting glances because all the boys knew who you were looking for.
“he is with her, isnt he?” you spit out. the boys just mumbled and nodded while avoiding your eyes. “well, i came to support ateez, not just hwa.” you force yourself to chuckle as you wrapped your arm around san’s shoulder. a chorus of ‘ohs’ and ‘thats our y/n’ fill the room at your statement. the next few minutes are filled with the usual backstage antics, including you dodging the camera while the boys recorded stuff. all of the antics drew to a halt at the sounds of the door closing. you watch as all the boys turn their heads and you hesitate to follow them. what you saw shattered your heart into 3 million pieces.
there stood seonghwa with red lip tint ghosting his lips and neck and next to him was rina wearing the same stupid sweater that hwa made you take off.
“hey hwa! hey rina!” you plaster on a smile before quickly turning to the boys. “im gonna head to restroom now so i dont miss the performance” and with that you rush out the door. you hear steps following close behind you. maybe its hwa, maybe he is here to tell you that it was a bad scheme to make you jealous. the idea gives you the hope to stop and turn around.
“yunho, why’d you follow me?”
“i wanted to make sure you were okay.” you stare at his shoes as a few tears begin to pool in your eyes. “you know it’s just a sweater, right? its just a cheap piece of polyester.” he speaks while wiping the tears that are now falling rapidly. you bring your eyes to meet his.
“i know that. i just wish i was the one in it.”
#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#seonghwa#yunho#seonghwa x reader#yunho x reader#kpop x reader#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#ateez#ateez atiny#ateez reader insert#ateez reactions#ateez oneshot#ateez angst#ateez fluff#ateez smut#ateez au#idol au#jisungsblkgfwrites
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Recovery
Requested by: anon (If youre comfortable writing that stuff, could you do a platonic tony x reader one where she is close friend of avengers and has a restrictive eating disorder and tony starts picking up signs about that and confronts her about it and comforts her and reassures he's gonna help her in her recovery? Thank you lots :)
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Starring: Tony Stark x she/her reader; fellow Avengers
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Fandom: MCU
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Chronology: after The Avengers (2012) and Spider-Man Homecoming (2017)
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Warnings: reader displays symptoms indicative of restrictive food intake/food avoidance--please read at your personal discretion or stop reading if at any point you find that this narrative does not serve your mental wellbeing
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Summary: Reader pays her old friend Tony Stark a visit. He senses something is amiss and reaches out to her about it.
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Writer’s note: Anon, I want to take a moment to thank you for submitting this request. You possess great courage for reaching out about something that can be a vulnerable topic and I hope I did it justice. :)
If there are elements of this prompt that resonate with you or anyone else reading this, please be kind to yourself during your personal recovery journey. Some are long and some are short, and some almost seem futile when they just keep going in circles, but no path ever goes in a straight line, and every step is progress.
I also want to mention that I happen to be in a counseling program now, so I will do my best to write an accurate portrayal for this character. However, it is based on my knowledge rather than experience and I am still learning. I do not claim to be an expert on anything and welcome this as an opportunity for constructive criticism as well.
If anyone reading this is in need of professional help, I encourage you to seek it out. You deserve it. Although I cannot provide therapeutic help for anyone on here, I am willing to branch into writing mental health-related fics for those who are interested. <3
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“Y/n,” Tony said your name more like an announcement than a greeting as you entered the room. Moments before, he’d been addressing the rest of the Avengers about something or other related to impending doom. What else was new? You just hoped it it wasn’t more deep sea fish-looking alien spaceships causing mass destruction. Ever since that whole battle of New York you haven’t quite been the same.
You waved once in acknowledgment of everyone surrounding the expensive-looking lab equipment radiating a neon projection into thin air and made for the kitchen.
“Who is that?” said an unfamiliar voice belonging to an unfamiliar face as you passed by.
“Y/n,” Tony repeated before continuing his science talk.
“Is she an Avenger?”
“No,” Tony said mid-sentence.
“Then,” the person leaned forward from his seat on the couch, “what is she doing here?”
You opened the fridge and poured yourself a glass of the nearest open bottle, not bothering to see what it was. You swirled it mindlessly, watching the exchange like it was something mildly interesting on TV and you were too lazy to search for something more exciting.
Tony turned his full attention on the man.
“She’s a friend. She’s allowed in at her leisure. Open invitation.”
Tony’s mouth turned up in your direction as if laughing at a private joke between the two of you. He made eye contact briefly.
You brought the glass to your lips.
The new guy laughed in bemusement.
Tony took a step toward him. “What’s funny?”
“It took me years to be called an Avenger after we became friends but she can just... strut around our super secret complex whenever she likes?”
Soundlessly, you put the glass on the counter and draw your thick sweater tighter around yourself.
“Ah,” now Tony was smiling, but more in the sense of baring his teeth than enjoying himself. “I see your confusion.” He addressed the man directly. “We’re not friends. We,” he gestured between them, “are coworkers.”
He turned to a screen and waved his palm over it. “And I am giving a presentation. And you are listening to me with your mouth shut,” he enunciated every syllable by the end of his sentence, then shook off the interruption and continued lecturing about his discovery.
You turned away to hide a grin and strolled elsewhere in the complex to leave Tony to his business. You weren’t a fan of stopping in unexpectedly but it had been a particularly tough week. Tuesday had been your father’s birthday. Thursday had been your mother’s.
Outside, you ran into Pepper, exchanged congratulations about their recent engagement, and offered to help prepare for the ceremony if she needed it. She shared that she was on her way to pick up lunch and offered to pick up yours as well. You declined, telling her just ate but you’d take her up on the offer another time, and is she sure she doesn’t need help ordering flower arrangements?
“I’ll let you know,” she said, smiling and waving as she summoned one of the many Stark cars and peeled away.
You shivered in the breeze despite the shining sun helping to warm the earth. Lately it seemed like you were always cold.
You made for the library and decided to pass the time learning what you could from the first book you picked up. Unfortunately for any small talk you ever attempted to make with the Avengers, you were a professor of anthropology and not biochemistry or engineering. You flipped open the book in your hands and read the title page. Maybe learning the gist of quantum physics would help with that.
You were on page 150 when the door opened.
“Knock knock,” Tony said.
You marked your page and stood.
“Tony!”
“Thanks for stopping in,” he said warmly.
“Anytime,” you replied. You grinned. “Open invitation.”
“Always. And,” he added, “you’re invited to stay for dinner.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Am I? Are you sure I’m not intruding on an Avengers-only occasion?”
“He doesn’t know anything,” Tony said, catching your meaning immediately. “He’s new, you’ll have to excuse him. But if he even looks at you during dinner I promise I will kick him out. This is a purely social gathering. No shop talk allowed. You’ll fit right in.”
He walked over, placed his fingers on the book and shifted it slightly in his direction. He nodded once.
“You should sit next to Romanoff. Come on,” he nodded in the direction of the door, “you can help me cook.”
“I don’t remember saying I was available,” you said, following him anyway.
“I know,” he said, “but I also know that you are, in fact, available. I had Pepper check your schedule.”
You cross from one building to another in silence. He holds the door open for you as you reenter the kitchen together and adds, “she also told me you ate lunch when I know for a fact you strolled in here, poured that,” he pointed to the glass of orange juice, still filled and gathering condensation where you left it on the countertop, “and went to read up on a topic you know nothing about for several hours.”
You laughed and picked up the glass. “I knew I forgot something! I sat down with that book and couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was. And hey,” you pointed at him accusingly, “I knew nothing about quantum physics until several hours ago. Now I do know something about it.”
He raised his palms. “I wasn’t questioning your intellect.” He looked pointedly at the glass in your hand. “Your new eating habits, however, are what struck me as odd.”
You looked at him. “I didn’t realize making a sandwich and taking it to the library was considered odd around here.”
“Uh huh,” Tony said and opened the fridge. Every ingredient remained untouched.
You didn’t say anything. His look of concern now felt like the world’s most intense spotlight. You sipped the juice, deciding a few ounces wouldn’t do you any harm and the Vitamin C ultimately made the calories worthwhile.
“So what’s on the menu for tonight anyway? I’m famished and so incredibly curious to learn what someone like Thor considers an acceptable meal.”
Tony shut the fridge and gazed steadily at you.
“Are you? Famished?”
“I—yeah, sure,” you said, uncertain what answer he wanted and growing less sure your eating habits could still slip under his radar. Not that anything ever avoids his notice.
He started gathering ingredients and various pans from the cabinets.
“And not that I don’t appreciate the chance visit, but why drop in today? We haven’t talked in...”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Where were you when... that... all happened?” he asked.
You knew he was talking about the bizarre invasion that destroyed the city beyond anything you’d ever seen. Like many others, you lost your family that day. You still weren’t used to spending their birthdays mourning instead of celebrating.
You shared your experience of that day with Tony as he cooked up a Mediterranean dish and disclosed his own trauma of that day to you. You were shocked to learn he was still recovering from the effects, and his concerns were only mounting.
“New York will never be safe again, will it?” you said quietly.
“Hey,” Tony stopped stirring and held your face gently. “New York is protected as long as we’re around.”
He returned to stirring the sauce. “We can’t save everyone all the time, but helping even one person is always worthwhile.” He pointed the wooden spoon at you.
“Today that person is you.”
You sniffed--pretending you were interested in smelling food instead of fighting back tears--and stuck your tongue out to lick the spoon. It was warm and savory. For once, your mouth didn’t feel like cotton and recoil at the taste of sustenance. Maybe you could stomach this tonight. And maybe another meal after that.
Tony also tasted the spoon, nodded, and set it on the counter.
“I think it’s time we assembled for dinner,” he said.
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As dinner was served, you and Natasha excitedly caught up on recent developments in your lives--hers far more action-packed than yours--but she was just as genuinely interested in listening to you ramble about faculty drama and unruly students.
The new guy introduced himself to you and attempted to crack jokes as often as possible throughout the evening. He grew on you.
Thor ate three platefuls of whatever Tony had concocted--you still weren’t positive what the vegetable-heavy dish was called, but in the grand scheme of things it didn’t really matter.
And you were able to eat several forkfuls of food without resistance. You shrugged your sweater off and hung it on the back of your chair, accepting a cocktail from Tony as he brought a tray of them back to the table, stealing glances at you all the while and smiling to himself.
Although dining with the Avengers was only the first step back to engaging in your regular diet, you felt better knowing you didn’t have to walk that path alone as long as you had Tony Stark by your side. And you never knew him to be a man who abandons a friend in need.
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missing you
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Square Filled: Marathon Sex
Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Rating: E
Major Tags: Daddy Kink, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Dom!Steve, Orgasm Denial
Word Count: 2317
Summary:
“You be a good boy and not come til’ I get back, okay?”
Created for @mcukinkbingo
Notes: This is probably the last Kink Bingo fic that I’m writing this year, as uni is really starting to get busy. Fear not - I will write more Stucky smut in future, just not anytime soon :)
p.s. - i’m on a roll today, this is the third and final instalment of my birthday fic-bonanza :D
Stucky Masterlist
Bucky’s phone starts ringing just as he’s getting out of the bathroom.
He curses loudly; the darn thing’s hooked up to his charger, which is on the other side of the room.
He performs an impressive leap (okay, more of a disappointing belly-flop, let’s be honest, now) across his queen-sized bed to retrieve it, causing the towel wrapped around his waist to fall off in the process. There’s only one person it could be at this hour, so doesn’t bother checking the caller ID before he swipes right to answer.
“Hello?” he says breathlessly.
“Hey, sweetheart,” says Steve, voice soft and tender.
It’s amazing how two words have the power to change his day entirely.
Just like that, Bucky feels a million pounds lighter, the crushing burden of his worries melting off his shoulders into some inconsequential puddle on the floor. The tension and anxiety that has kept him wound up tight all day bleeds out of every muscle, and he sinks deeper into the mattress. Bucky pushes away all thoughts of his impending deadlines and upcoming tests, allowing all of his attention to be devoted to Steve.
“Hi,” Bucky answers, feeling like a lovesick sixteen-year-old. He twists onto his back and shimmies up the bed until he’s slouching against the headboard, then tucks a couple of pillows under his back to make himself more comfortable.
Steve chuckles, a low and throaty sound in Bucky’s ear. “How’ve you been, baby?” he asks.
Bucky hums noncommittally. He really wishes he could tuck his face against Steve’s neck and forget about everything else, even for a minute.
“Okay, I guess,” he answers, after a pause. “The usual stuff. Classes, library, went to the lab to work on my group project.”
Steve hums. “When did you get home?”
“Um…like twenty minutes ago?” Bucky says, eyes darting to the clock on his bedside table to check. “Yeah, about that, um…I just had a shower, and I’ll grab dinner in a bit.”
Bucky pauses, chewing on his bottom lip. The words are banging on the back of his teeth, poised and ready to leap out.
“I—” he cuts himself off before he can finish the sentence.
“What is it, Buck?” Steve asks gently.
Bucky exhales slowly, his eyes sliding shut as he collects his nerves. “I miss you, Daddy,” he breathes.
It’s a new...thing in their relationship, a dynamic that they haven’t fully explored. Bucky loves calling Steve that, and Steve goes all schmoopy whenever they start experimenting, but the words still feel a little foreign in Bucky’s mouth.
On the other end of the line, Steve inhales sharply, before making a sympathetic noise in his throat. “I know, sweetheart, I know,” he murmurs, voice taking on that sweet, caring tone that it always has when they get like this.
“It’s only for one more week,” Steve reminds him. “Just seven more days, baby boy.”
Bucky whines in frustration. Steve’s been working at the Stark Industries’ London office for the past two weeks, supervising the beta-tests for a major tech launch that’s scheduled to take place at the start of next year. This is the longest that they’ve been apart in the nine months that he and Steve have been together.
“I know,” Bucky huffs. “S’just hard without you.”
Steve sighs. “I know it is – and I miss you too, baby. So much.”
Bucky catches his bottom lip between his teeth, hearing the hidden meaning behind Steve’s words. “What d’you miss, Daddy?” he asks playfully.
Steve huffs out a laugh. “I miss cuddling you,” he says sincerely, “I miss waking up next to you, I miss coming home to you everyday, I miss cooking together, I miss the sex—god, the sex!”
A surprised laugh bubbles out of Bucky’s throat. “I knew you’d say that,” he chuckles.
Steve snorts. “Baby boy, when I come home, we’re not leaving the house for a solid two days.”
“Only two?” Bucky asks, feigning shock.
“Maybe three.”
Bucky shakes his head in fond amusement. “What’re we gonna do, Daddy?”
Steve hums thoughtfully. “Want me to tell you, Buck? Want me to give you something to look forward to?”
“Please,” Bucky breathes, voice borderline whimpering.
“Well, when I get home — heh, I’m probably gonna be too tired to do much, honestly. Maybe we can order in?” Steve suggests, laughing wryly.
“Sure,” Bucky says agreeably. He makes a mental note to have dinner ready for when Steve gets back next Thursday — no way in hell he’s gonna subject his man to crappy takeout on his first night back. He’ll see if he can swap his afternoon lab session with someone from the morning slot, so that he can get home in time to cook something up.
Steve makes a quiet thinking noise. “I’ll take a nice, long shower when I get back, and you’re gonna join me.”
Bucky shivers, a small smile creeping onto his lips. “Like…d’you mean a shower shower, or…a playtime shower?”
“Did you not hear the part about me being tired when I get back, little boy?” Steve asks, his words stern but his voice playful.
“I did, I did,” Bucky says quickly, his smile growing wider. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“S’okay, baby boy. But, in answer to your question – I’ll take a proper shower, though I’m not saying no to some kissing and snuggling.”
“M’kay, I like that,” Bucky murmurs.
“But,” Steve says dramatically, “Once I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep? Mm, I’m gonna ravish you, baby boy, you can count on that.”
Bucky groans, cock twitching with interest. “How, Daddy?” he asks breathily, as the pleasurable warmth of arousal spreads through his body.
“Gonna wake you up with kisses,” Steve promises, “Everywhere, baby, til’ you’re squirming and hard and begging me to touch you.”
“Daddy,” Bucky whimpers. Between his legs, he feels his dick starting to fatten.
“There’s a store here, near my hotel,” Steve says abruptly. “I went in and got you some presents.”
“Like?”
“A new collar,” Steve replies.
Bucky moans, his cock swelling to full hardness at the mere thought. He loves his collar, the one that they keep at the back of Steve’s closet — it’s a thick and black and made of leather, with a silver buckle at the front.
But a new one? Oh, that’s a present that Bucky is very excited to play with.
Steve laughs softly, amused. “Also got you this,” he says. On the other end of the line, Bucky hears the sound of plastic rustling, then the click of a button, followed by a powerful buzzing noise. His brows pull together in confusion.
“What is it?” he asks.
“Can’t tell you,” Steve says, as the buzzing cuts off. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.”
Bucky shivers in anticipation.
“So, where were we? Oh – yes, kissing you until you’re a begging mess, and maybe I’ll collar you after, give you some breakfast while you’re still hard.”
A shiver runs down Bucky’s spine as he imagines the scene. Maybe Steve’ll have him kneel between his thighs like a good boy. Maybe Steve’ll feed him little segments of fruit with his fingers, or spoonfuls of yoghurt. Maybe they’ll share a glass of water.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Steve chuckles, probably picking up Bucky’s harsh inhale. “Well, once we’ve both got some food in us, I think I’ll make you suck my cock.”
“Please—yes, Daddy,” Bucky whispers, “I wan’ it so bad.”
“I know, baby boy,” Steve croons, “You’d just sit there and take it, wouldn’t you? Let me use your mouth how I wanna — you’ll make me come, won’t you?”
Bucky nods, before he realises that Steve can’t see him. “Uh-huh,” he says, “I wanna make you feel good, Daddy.”
“You always do, sweetheart,” Steve replies.
Bucky squirms, his heart swelling with love at Steve’s fond, lovestruck tone. His dick is hanging thick and heavy between his legs, but he ignores it, in favour of focusing on what Steve is saying.
“Then…I think I’ll eat you out, baby,” Steve muses, “Bend you over the sofa, make you come with just my tongue licking into you.”
“I wan’ that,” Bucky pleads.
“I know you do, baby boy — you’d be crying with how badly you want it, huh?”
“Yeah,” Bucky breathes.
“And once you’ve come on my tongue, I’d flip you over and take your pretty little cock in my mouth—”
Said pretty cock twitches at the thought. Bucky moans loudly, eager to voice his approval of his Daddy’s ideas.
“—You’d be so sensitive, wouldn’t you, baby? I’d make you come like that, and then I’d slick my fingers up and get ‘em in you, get your hole all loose and ready for my cock.”
Bucky whines, a blurt of pre-come dripping out of his dick from excitement.
“I’d make you come on my fingers,” Steve continues, “You won’t be gettin’ my dick until you come for me again, baby boy.”
“I’ll come for you, Daddy,” Bucky promises. “I’d be so wet for you.”
“Mmm, y’always are,” Steve rumbles, “And when you’re covered in come and sweat, I’d roll you onto your belly and get inside you—”
“Daddy,” Bucky moans, eyes fluttering shut as his resolve finally breaks; he curls his free hand around the base of his cock.
“Yeah, you’re thinkin’ about that, huh?” Steve rasps, “Thinkin’ ‘bout my cock all thick and hard inside you, splittin’ you open. I’d fuck you right, baby boy. Make you come so hard, make you feel so good.”
Bucky whimpers, tossing his head back as he strokes his fist over his dick, smearing his pre-come around to ease the glide. Slick, squelching noises fill the air; he doesn’t doubt that Steve can hear him on the other end of the line.
“So many things I wanna do to you, Buck, you got no idea,” Steve says, half to himself. “We’re gonna play with your new toys—”
“Yes, yes!” Bucky says enthusiastically.
“I wanna fuck you in the bed, I wanna take you in the shower, in the kitchen, in the living room,” Steve growls, voice low and gravelly. “I wanna fill you with my come, Buck – til’ it’s dripping down your legs—”
“Fuck,” Bucky bites out. He twists his thumb over the head of his shaft, teasing the sensitive ridge.
“Gonna fuck you til’ you’re gaping open, baby, til’ that pink lil’ hole can’t close up anymore,” Steve growls, “Fuck—I won’t even need to prep you, by the end – I could just slip into you, you’d be so wet and open for me.”
“Daddy—oh,” Bucky whimpers.
“You’re gonna be so sore when you go to class on Monday,” Steve tells him, “Your hole, your jaw, all your muscles – I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby, I promise.”
“Daddy—Daddy,” Bucky chants breathlessly.
“Are you touchin’ yourself, Buck?” Steve asks suddenly.
“Yeah—” Bucky answers, desperately gulping down a breath of air as his pleasure soars to a new level.
“Yeah? Got a hand on your cock—d’you feel good, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” Bucky pants breathlessly, “Wish it was you.”
Steve clucks his tongue. “Me too, baby—but you’re gonna be a good boy for me, right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky says immediately, even as his entire body is vibrating with pleasure, even though it’s becoming increasingly harder to listen to what Steve’s saying.
“Then be a good boy for me and stop,” Steve orders.
Bucky whines in frustration. “Daddy, please, I—”
“Now, little boy,” Steve says sternly, voice brooking no argument.
With great reluctance, Bucky takes his hand off his dick. The temptation to keep going is strong, so he fists his fingers in the sheets to stop himself from doing just that. He’s breathing harshly, skin slick with sweat and chest heaving with exertion. His dick is hard and aching, the tip slick with pre-come.
“You stopped, baby?”
“Yeah,” Bucky pants.
“Good boy,” Steve praises. Bucky ducks his head and smiles to himself, pleased to have made his Daddy proud.
“Now, listen – I want you to be a good boy for me and not come until I get back, okay? You can touch yourself however you like, but I don’t want you to come, got it?”
“But—”
“Who do you belong to?” Steve interrupts.
Oh fuck.
Bucky swallows around the sudden dryness in his throat. “You,” he whispers, eyelids slipping half-shut. He gnaws on his bottom lip as a haze of content settles over his mind.
“That’s right, little boy. And that means I know what’s best for you, right?”
“Uh-huh—yes, Daddy.”
“Right. So you be a good boy and not come til’ I get back, okay? Promise it’ll be worth it,” Steve says gently.
“Okay, Daddy,” Bucky says. He’d agree to anything Steve suggested, at this point.
“Okay, baby boy,” Steve murmurs. “I want you to put some clothes on — some boxers and one of my shirts, maybe?”
Bucky hums to signal his agreement.
“Yeah? And then I want you to go and get something to eat, okay? Do you need to work tonight, or can you sleep early?”
“Probably need to do some studying before I can turn in,” Bucky admits, with a sigh.
“Okay, do that — but I want you in bed before 11. Send me a picture as proof,” he adds.
Bucky’s lips twitch into a smile. “Yes, Daddy,” he says quietly.
“Good boy,” Steve praises, “You listen to me so well, don’t you? I gotta go now, but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Love you.”
“Love you too,” Bucky murmurs, before pulling his phone away from his ear and hitting the red end call button.
His dick is still half-hard against his thigh, but his arousal has mellowed down significantly, and he’s content to ignore his cock for now. His Daddy’s given him a list of things to do and Bucky’s fully intends to be a good boy and listen to him.
One more week, he tells himself.
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Don’t Forget
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It’s your anniversary with Nevada and he wants it to be special.
Warnings: Alcohol. Food. Sex. Knife mention. Minor injury.
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“Loca,” Nevada hollered from the kitchen, you barely heard him over the shower.
“Whaaat,” your response was muffled so he stomped across the apartment and threw the bathroom door open.
“Nevada! What the fuck,” you pulled the shower curtain back so you could see him but kept your body hidden.
“What’re you hiding for, I’ve seen you naked plenty,” he ripped the curtain back and eyed you up and down.
“What do you want Vada,” you crossed your arms and shivered from the cold air.
“Why is there a giant heart on my calendar,” he tapped on a day the following week and you rolled your eyes.
“It’s our anniversary asshole,” you resumed showering, “Didn’t want you to forget again.”
“I forget one time and never hear the end of it,” he grunted, frustrated at himself even years later.
“Well if I didn’t remind you,” you sighed and calmed yourself, “you’d forget. You’re a busy man.”
“Is that really what you think of me,” Nevada’s shoulders slumped and he let himself be soft, something he only did at home.
“No mi amor,” you rinsed the last of the soap from your hair, “I just know you’re busy and in demand. I remind you so neither of us will be upset again.”
“Sounds like you don’t have faith in me to remember,” he held the towel up and helped you out after you turned the water off.
“I have faith in you,” you stood still while he toweled you dry, it was one of the things that calmed him; taking care of you.
“But,” he looked up at you knowingly.
“But I know you get busy and things happen,” you ran your fingers through his hair.
“I’m not gonna forget y/n,” Nevada pecked your lips, “Just don’t write it on my work calendar, huh?”
“Deal,” you nodded seriously and Nevada swatted your ass when you walked by to get ready for work.
The following Thursday was your anniversary and Nevada made it his goal to prove to you he could remember on his own. You had woken up early to make him breakfast, but knowing you so well, he got up even earlier and made you pancakes and eggs. And not just any pancakes, pancakes with blueberries and chocolate chips. He thought they were disgusting, but you loved them so he made them for you.
The two of you spent the start of the morning in bed eating breakfast and making out. While you showered Nevada cleaned up the dishes then ate you out before you headed off to work. He made you promise to come straight home, that you’d be picked up promptly at six and you had to be on time getting off. With a lingering kissed you promised and rushed off.
At work there were black and blood red roses delivered already on your desk with a poem attached that made your heart swoon. As if he was watching, just when you decided to take lunch Nevada showed up with food. You scarfed it down and dragged him out to the SUV you knew was parked in the garage. His men were sent on a walk and you spent the majority of your lunch hour blowing him.
At exactly six on the nose you climbed into the waiting SVU and Nevada was already there, although his appearance confused you. You assumed he’d be dressed up for a fancy date, and instead he was in jeans and a hoodie. Nevada didn’t wear jeans and hoodies.
“What’re you dressed like that for,” you scrunched your nose up then licked your lips, “Not that I don’t appreciate it. You look damn good dressed up, and you look damn good dressed down too.”
“It’s a surprise,” he shrugged and started kissing you. In fact you got so lost in the kiss, you didn’t notice you weren’t heading home. You didn’t notice anything was afoot until you got out of the vehicle and it wasn’t home.
“Nevada, where the fuck are we,” you were confused and little afraid of the dark parking lot.
“The airport loca,” Nevada rolled his eyes and took two suitcases from the men before guiding you to a private hangar.
“Why are we at the airport,” you followed him through a brief security check point and watched as strangers walked away with the bags.
“A vacation for our anniversary,” he chuckled, “Are you surprised?”
“I have work Vada,” your heart dropped, you didn’t want to miss this.
“Talked to your boss while I was there,” he shrugged, “You’re off for a week while we go somewhere nice.
“Really!? That grouchy old man agreed to it,” you leaped into Nevada’s arms and he spun you around while you both giggled.
“I didn’t give him much choice,” he kissed your neck and led you onto the private plane.
“How’d you swing this,” you jumped from seat to seat to find your favorite one.
“Pulled in some favors,” Nevada rifled through a bag he’d kept with him and through some soft clothes at you, “Change before takeoff.”
“Right here,” you started undoing your shirt and winking.
“If you want to put on a show then by all means,” he motioned to the stewardesses and pilots chatting near the cockpit.
“On second thought,” you blushed and changed in the slightly larger than normal bathroom. Upon emerging, you took the seat closest to Nevada and he buckled you in.
“I packed your clothes and other stuff,” Nevada took your hand and kissed it, “Anything else we need I’ll buy.”
“Where are we going,” you pouted.
“Somewhere warm,” he quitted you while the plane took off and watched you as you stared out the window in amazement.
“Refreshments,” the stewardess brought over two glasses of Champaign and a bowl of fresh strawberries once you were airborne.
“Thank you,” you accepted wide eyed and sipped, “Oh! I have your present!”
“You got me a present,” Nevada watched as you dug through your purse and triumphantly pulled a small wrapped box out.
“I did! Open it! Open it,” you bounced in place and finished off your drink, which was quickly replaced with another.
“Let’s see what we have,” he opened the box painfully slow knowing it aggravated you, “Oh my god. Mi reina, you shouldn’t have!”
“But I did,” you smiled and watched him excitedly look over the spoils in the box. First he pulled on the cross necklace, it had your anniversary engraved on the back. The cigar cutter was just as fancy and also engraved.
“The cross I get,” he tapped the one around your neck that used to be his, “But the cigar cutter? Is it because of…?”
“It’s for two reasons. One, that one is for home. No more bloody cigar cutters in the house yeah? And two, it’s to remind you I have used one to cut a guy’s finger off,” you batted your eyes innocently.
“Yeah well I’ve never kidnapped you have I,” Nevada teased, “Well…not like that.”
“No not like that,” you winked and climbed into his lap, “And the necklace is a secret tiny knife!”
“What? How,” he stared as you turned the base and pulled down, a small blade coming out.
“It’s small but very sharp,” you poked yourself and winced.
“Your present is two parts too,” he took the blade and sheathed it, then kissed the small wound.
“You mean something other than this amazing trip,” you ground down onto him and he momentarily lost his train of thought.
“The trip is part one,” he gripped your hips to slow your grinding, “Part two is this trip is for us to get married.”
“Nevada,” you snapped but softened when you saw him playing with the ring on your finger, “I have been planning this wedding for six months! Our family and friends—“
“And it’s stressing you out! So that’s why I think we should run away and elope. Have a small ceremony for us,” he raced his hands up and down your back, “Then still have the big ceremony. I think it will take the pressure off.”
“Ya know,” you relaxed against him, “I think you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” he puffed his chest out.
“Don’t push it Vada,” you poked him dead in the center of his chest.
“Ladies,” Nevada called to the stewardess as he stood up, you tight in his arms, “We’ll need that privacy now.”
“Of course Mr. Ramirez,” they pulled a curtain shut and you saw them slipping headphones on.
“I need to taste you again,” Nevada dropped you where he’d been sitting and you bounced. He immediately fell to his knees and shimmied you out of the leggings and panties you wore. His mouth was on your core in mere seconds, flicking and sucking the bundle of nerves. Your whole body shuddered as your hips flew upwards when his fingers plunged in. Whimpers and moans filled the cabin as he drew two long orgasms out of you.
“Your turn,” you panted and reached for him.
“Tsk tsk,” he shook his head, “Good girls ask.”
“Can I suck your cock papi,” you pouted.
“I don’t think you want it,” he undid his pants and let them drop to his ankles, pumping himself,
“Please please let me suck your cock! Please,” your lip quivered and that satisfied him. With a foot perched on the arm rest, he fed himself into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and braced yourself as he fucked your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks and drool fell onto your shirt as you gagged on him. It was what he liked, it was what you liked doing. When the familiar eye flutter of light headedness stared, Nevada pulled out and let you catch your breath.
“Damn girl,” he wiped the sweat from his forehead and chugged his forgotten Champaign.
“Fuck me Nevada,” your eyes darkened, “Fuck me one last time as your fiancée. The next time you’ll be inside me it’ll be as my husband.”
“Fuck yes,” Nevada growled and pulled you up from the seat. You twisted and he pushed you down to bend over, bracing yourself with the cushion. The head of his cock traced from your clit to your entrance, running through your lips before he slammed into you. The first few pumps were hard and full of fire, but he slowed and a different kind of passion filled the moment. Tenderly he made love to you, peppering your back with nips and kisses.
Nevada pulled you to standing with an arm around your waist; you braced yourself against the top of the seat now. Turning your head to the side, you kissed Nevada while he filled you up. The slow burn built in your stomach and you cried out his name in ecstasy. He soon followed, cumming deep inside of you.
“Welcome to the mile high club,” he chuckled as you both redressed.
“Who says I wasn’t already a member,” you cocked an eyebrow and pressed the call bottom.
“What does that mean,” his jaw dropped.
“Two waters please,” you smiled at the stewardess and turned back to Nevada, “What makes you think you were by first airplane fuck?”
“I uh..well I just figured…” Nevada was cute when he was flustered.
“Listen Vada,” you thanked the stewardess for the water and she left, “I’ve given blow jobs on airplanes, but never have I fucked or cum on a plane. So I guess I got full membership today.”
“You are something else,” he rolled his eyes, “Why don’t we eat, take a little nap, and then fuck some more?”
“How long is this flight,” you looked from him to the stewardess bringing over dinner plates.
“As long as it is,” he shrugged.
“You’re really not gonna tell me,” you huffed,
“Nope,” he smirked, ���Now eat your food.”
“Whatever Vada,” you picked up your fork, “But it better be worth it.”
“You’re worth it,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“You’re worth it,” you kissed his knuckles and pressed as close to him as you could while you ate. Within eighteen hours he would be your husband and you’d be fucking on a private beach in Hawaii.
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If you're still taking requests for bad things happen bingo, how about Virgil x Mel + natural disaster? - theportalwedeserve
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ahslkdjfhlHLKJASHDLFKJH I was considering reposting that bingo card so people might consider requesting, but this came at a really good time!! Thanks a million for asking!!!!
Some quick notes before I start - This is my first shot at writing both Virgil AND Mel, and honestly? I have no idea how I did, so feedback from those who actually have written these guys/know more about them then I do/ etc. is always appreciated! Sorry if it’s not quite up to snuff! Secondary sorry that this took so long, I wrote this during my study-breaks for my midterms (which start this Thursday and I’m ahsdkfjhsjf). This was also originally gonna be WAY shorter but I’m a mess lmao.
This fic is best enjoyed listening to Gymnopedie No. 1 and Cherche La Rose on loop. Sorry this wasn’t angstier, I wanted to write some comfy stuff ‘cause it’s cold out.
The two of them were always regarded as an oddball couple, woodsy folk who lived a mile or so out of town in a little log-cabin they’d built themselves with the extra hands of whoever wanted to help - which was, evidently, the entirety of the little community of Laurel River.
It made sense, at least to Virgil. Though he couldn’t help but think of himself as the most “other” person there - Hah, I’m calling myself a person, now. - he seemed to fit right in. Hard workers with practical genius and warmth he’d never seen down in the salt mines. He supposed you had to be a certain kind of person to work at Aperture, and those types didn’t have a predisposition to warmth, now did they?
Speaking of, the warmth was only really metaphorical. The weather hadn’t gotten above freezing in weeks, the days got shorter and shorter, and with no real work that could get done with the ground and the river frozen, the town and its inhabitants got rather sleepy.
A cold, cold wind blew over a mostly-empty town square as Virgil stepped into the little general store for the groceries.
“Hey, Lil,” Virgil said, closing the door behind him as softly as he could.
“Hello to you too, Virgil! How’s the weather out there?” Lily asked, without turning around. She was an older woman, soft spoken and gentle. She made lovely bouquets in the summer and spring, with a garden to kill or die for.
“Bad,” He said, pulling his neatly folded list out of his pocket, “Cold, windy, cloudy.”
“Oh dear,” She said, still re-organizing the things behind the counter, “Well that sounds about right. There’s supposed to be a storm coming, a big blizzard. First of the season.”
Blizzard.
Virgil knew what those were, knew that they were big screw-off storms with strong wind and snow that made it so you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. He knew that blizzards took down trees and power lines and covered up solar panels in a foot-and-a-half of snow. Sounded like a recipe for losing power, or worse, their house getting destroyed.
He frowned, one by one grabbing the things off the shelves and putting them into a canvas bag he’d gotten when he first came into town. Flour, sugar, milk, eggs, brussels sprouts, carrots, leek, butternut squash, ‘any herbs you can get your hands on’…
He put the worry out of his mind. The clearing the cabin sat in was far enough away that a few trees coming down wouldn’t be a terrible issue. The house kept the heat well and he’d be willing to trudge a ways into the woods for more firewood if they lost power and ran out. They could camp out in the living room and snuggle to stay warm, or maybe…
Well, that assumed either of them would be willing to get their clothes off. Unlikely, given the predicted circumstances, but a nice thought nonetheless.
Virgil set his things down on the front counter one by one, lost in his unlikely-but-still-nice-thoughts about the days to come, just the two of them, snowed in together.
“Name the kid after me,” Lily said with a pleasant smile.
“Wha- Good lord, Lil!”
She laughed, took the money from the counter and handed him back a few bucks in change. “Seriously, you kids be safe, and don’t you hesitate to come to town if something happens.”
“We’ll be sure of it. Thanks, Lily.” He slowly loaded all his things into his bag.
“Any time, Virgil. Have a nice evening, honey.”
He pushed the door open, waving as he walked out. “You too!”
And then once more he was out in the cold. A gust of wind blew in his face, stinging his eyes and making them water. That might be the only thing he missed about being a core, his fantastic inability to feel most external stimuli, and with that, his inability to feel the cold stiffening his fingers, making him regret not wearing his gloves.
It was gonna be a long trudge home.
Virgil came home a few minutes out from frostbite as the sun was starting to set. He huffed as he gently set down the bag on the floor by the front door, kicked off his shoes carelessly, and wondered how long it’d take before his ears stopped burning and feeling returned to his face.
The smell of bread wafted through their small home, coupled by hot cocoa floating in beside it.
“Making something, Mel?”
She hummed. “You were taking a mighty long time out there,” She said, moving through the kitchen slowly, leisurely. “Thought it might be nice to come home to something hot to drink.”
“You’re my savior, you know that, right?”
Mel giggled. “You’ve said so on more than one occasion.” She set two cups down on their modest kitchen table, filling them with the cocoa. “What’s the news from in town?”
“We’ve got a blizzard coming in,” He said, walking towards her “That’ll be your first snow in over a hundred years!”
“It’ll be your first snow ever.” She handed him a cup of cocoa and leaned back against the kitchen counter to drink the other herself.
He took it in both hands, taking a long sip, letting the sweet drink warm him. “Mmm… This is good.”
“Thank you.”
“But personality cores are based on, well… Personalities. They were all people, once, including me,” Virgil said, “Don’t remember any of it, but I bet you I saw snow back then.”
“I still don’t get how you’re supposed to pour a person into a box, and then have that box… Do things,” She said, flatly.
“Mel, we own a computer.”
“Yeah, and I like it, but that doesn’t mean I understand it. Last I checked, TV’s were the size of our oven and only played blurry and in black and white. It’s just after the apocalypse, and we got color and crystal-clear pictures.”
Virgil shrugged. “Fair point.”
The storm came early that morning, before first light of dawn and well before either of them woke. Virgil vaguely remembered sleepily arguing for Mel to stay in bed, to sleep another hour or two with him, before being given a pillow to hug instead as she went about her morning without him. She only actually woke him up some time later, gently shaking him awake to a dark bedroom.
“Power’s out, Virgil,” Mel said, “Virgil, wake the hell up.”
“Huh?”
“The power’s-” Mel was cut off by a clap of thunder that rattled through the small house, startling Virgil fully awake.
“What the fuck-” Virgil shot up in bed, grabbing Mel’s hands almost instinctively for support.
“Looks like it’s a thundersnow,” Mel said thoughtfully.
“A what?”
Another clap of thunder, accompanied by a flash of lightning. Virgil yelped in surprise, this time, earning him a comforting hand on his shoulder from Mel. “You alright?”
“Fine!” He squeaked, “Just fine.”
“Well, the power’s out,” She said, “So if we’re gonna make breakfast, it’ll have to be over the fireplace.”
“Do you need a hand with that?” He kicked his legs over the edge of bed, planting his feet on the ground and stretching up.
“I can get the fire set up and all that-” Mel cringed as his back cracked.
“Sorry.”
“Not a problem, not a problem,” She said, dismissively. “Could you make that stew of yours, though?”
Oh. The stew. He’d made it over the fireplace, once or twice before, with decent success. Not that it was particularly difficult to make, more or less a “sear some stuff and then leave it alone for three hours” type of situation.
He wanted to say no, anyways. Last time he did it, he burned his wrist on the pot and he still had a little scar from it. It was dangerous and difficult to cook over the fireplace, but Mel looked so hopeful and she loved that stew…
“Yeah, alright,” He said, “I can do that.”
Mel sweeped him up into a hug, pressing kisses to his face indiscriminately. “You’re the best,” She said, after landing one right on his eyelid, “Easily the best.”
“That’s high praise coming from my savior.”
When he actually got a chance to look outside, it was a little astonishing. He could hear the wind whistling almost constantly, or the odd clap of thunder in the distance, but he had no idea just how nasty it was, out there.
The world was covered in a haze of white, he couldn’t see the trees of the backwoods or the river that ran through the area they designated as their backyard. It was almost spooky, like the house itself had been isolated from the rest of the world.
He turned his attention back to the cutting board, back to cutting the vegetables they had on hand. Mel was curled up on the couch in their modest living room, warm and cozy by the fire she’d just started, reading something by the soft light of the window.
Yeah, burning his arm again would be worth it, if it came to that. Definitely. Mel worked too hard, too long, too sustained almost constantly. She had no ‘off’ switch, though, he supposed, that is what got them out of Aperture and into town in the first place.
Virgil dropped the vegetables into the almost cauldron-like cooking pot, letting them sizzle satisfyingly. The browned meat sat in a little bowl next to the pot, along with all the stock anyone could ever need. He absentmindedly stirred things around, more aware of Mel’s contented humming than he was his own hands.
Luckily, he didn’t burn himself, this time.
As if on auto-pilot, he put everything left in the pot, one by one, with the exception of the random assortment of root vegetables he’d throw in towards the end. He poured in the stock, covered the pot, and turned to Mel, who opened her blanket and patted the spot next to her.
“Kept your seat warm for you.” She said, grinning.
“Think I could stand to take a nap?”
“I’ll wake you up in two hours,” She said, “Stew smells great, by the way.”
“Thanks, love,” Virgil said, grabbing an extra blanket and curling himself up next to her, falling asleep in her lap.
Virgil woke up to the smell of stew and the sound of bowls being shifted around in the kitchen.
“Mel?” He called to nowhere in particular. Did I wake up in time to add the parsnip?
“You didn’t wake up, I handled the rest of it,” She said, almost reading his mind, “Stew’s done, if you’re hungry.” She handed him a bowl, as he sat up, complete with a piece of toast with butter. She dug in without waiting, putting a spoonful in her mouth and sighing with pleasure. “Christ, this is good…”
He looked down into his bowl, contemplative.
The world was scary, wasn’t it? Terrifying. There was a blizzard out there that could’ve probably killed him, back when he was a core, that would’ve definitely killed him if he was out there, now.
But he wasn’t.
He was warm and safe, in his own home, just him and Mel. Larger than that, they came off the heels of a war, and they were better for it. Would Laurel River have helped them build their home, been so kind as to open their doors for them before the war?
He didn’t think so. From what Mel said about the world, back then, they’d have had white picket fences up and would’ve judged ‘em both for how they dressed and acted, when things were ‘improper’ - whatever that meant.
He couldn’t help but thank the maker that he was alive, really alive, then. In his home, with the love of his life, safe and warm and eating stew.
He ripped off a small piece of bread and dunked it into the stew, taking his first bite before it went cold.
She was right, it was pretty good.
#portal#portal stories: mel#mel/virgil#i don't know their ship name#so anyone who does#lemme know please!!#bad things happen bingo#parttwoactuallywrites#virmel
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Did It Feel The Same?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Gender neutral!reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Summary: Steve Rogers was your everything, but he wasn’t yours. And now he’s gone. So now you’re left alone to deal with old memories and suffer alone by yourself.
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, lots of tears, one (1) curse word
A/N: So I’m finally rewriting the fic that got deleted! Honestly idk if it’ll be anything compared to what it was but hey, we’ll see what happens! Honestly I’m happy with where it’s come and it’s much longer and sadder so hahahaha, sorry everyone. Also sorry for two updates in 2 days, I just needed to write this ‘cause I’m going on hiatus for the next two days cuz of the holidays (which means no WCBB Pt. 3 until at least Thursday! Sorry folks!)
Key:
Y/N - Your Name
L/N - Last Name
Italics - Memories
“Steve?” said the shaky voice of Peggy Carter as she leaned closer to the mic. Static filled the air as her eyes closed, a small whimper escaping her throat. “Steve?”
Your mind muddled together as you slowly fell against the closest wall, sliding down to your knees. You couldn’t believe it. He was gone.
Captain America was gone.
You curled your knees up to your chest, holding your head in your hands. You heard the door close, and you assumed it was Colonel Phillips leaving the room. But you didn’t dare look up. Everything was shaking, your body, your hands, your head, everything.
How could he possibly be gone? You had seen him through this. The two of you had become very close friends through it all, even after a small fight. So how, how could he just go?
“The name’s Y/N,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked at the boy who stood in front of you. Your eyes trailed over his entire body, taking in the boy who stood no taller than 5′7″ and weighed no more than 100 pounds. “You must be Steve Rogers. Where’d Agent Carter go?”
He was clearly flustered, though you couldn’t place why. His blue eyes glanced everywhere but where you were. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was acting. “I, um... she said she was grabbing the doctor, I think? Told me to uh... um... find someone... Agent L/N?”
“Well, kudos to you, Mr. Rogers. You found me.” You patted him no the shoulder before giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Come on, I’ll get you prepped for the serum injection. And, don’t worry, Mr. Rogers. You’re in safe hands.”
He practically choked as you calmly lead him through the compound hallways. You couldn’t help but find his awkwardness adorable. There was just something about him that made you want to be closer Steve.
You couldn’t help the sob that escaped your throat as you continued to hold tightly on your head. A pair of arms wrapped around you tightly, but you didn’t look up to see who it was. You couldn’t even think at the moment. All you knew was that this person was also crying, just not as loud as you.
They calmly rubbed your arm, trying to find comfort in the fact that you were both hurting beyond belief. It was hard to think of anything comforting in the lost of your best friend and love of your life.
You wanted to scream at the person, yell at them until your throat was raw. You hated being comforted when there was nothing that would change the pain that you felt. But you didn’t, you simply let them hold you as you sobbed uncontrollably.
“Hey, Y/N? You in here?” came the voice of Steve, walking through the munitions room. Curled up in the far corner, you let out a small whimper, trying to wipe away the tears that covered your face. You didn’t want to see him, especially like this.
Footsteps walked over to your current location until a hand touched your shoulder. You quickly shoved his hand away, standing up to your full height and glaring down at him. “Go away! I don’t want to see you! Just go away!”
He looked flabbergasted to see your anger written so clearly across your face. He couldn’t understand what was possibly possessing you to scream like you were. “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”
“Just go away!” you screamed. You shoved against his chest, but he barely bulged an inch. As a last resort, you threw a slap across his face, finding your mark against his cheek.
His entire head moved with your slap. You quickly pulled your hand away and turned away from him, tears streaming down your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that you were sorry, nor why you slapped him. How could you possibly tell him that it was jealousy that fueled your tantrum? How could you tell him that you had seen him with Private Lorraine earlier, and that you had seen the way he looked at Peggy? How could you tell him that he was slowly killing you?
You listened as Steve started to walk away. However, the moment he believed he was out of earshot, you heard him mutter, “What the hell is their problem?”
Anger boiled through your veins as you grabbed a tray full of several small tools with varying degrees of sharpness and danger. You threw the whole thing in his direction. Although nothing actually hit him, you saw as he visibly flinched and turned to look at you with wide eyes.
“I hate you!”
After a few minutes, your sobs finally subsided and you managed to look up, meeting the sad eyes of Peggy Carter. She offered you a weak smile, although you both knew that neither one of you was capable of an actual smile at this moment. Everything hurt, and you were sure she was feeling similarly.
“Peggy,” you mumbled, trying not to burst into tears on the spot. “Peggy, how could he do this to us? Why did he have to play the hero like this? Why did he have to put in the water? Why? Why is he such an idiot?”
“I know... I know Y/N...” She brushed a shaking hand over your cheek, wiping away tears. “He is... was...” Her voice choked up, but she continued on. “He was too good for his own benefit. I... I’m going to miss him, too.”
You nodded your head along with what she said. The two of you continued on with your conversation, talking about some of your favorite memories with Steve, stopping every once in awhile to cry together.
“Steve?” you asked quietly, walking up to the soldier as he sat alone in the records room. “Steve... I’m... sorry,” you mumbled, kicking at the air in front of you. “I’m sorry I slapped you. And I’m sorry I threw the tray. And about saying I hate you. I don’t... I just...”
He quickly got to his feet. Once, what felt like a long time ago, he stood around your height. Now, he towered over you at an astounding 6′2″. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t... I should have listened when you said you wanted to be alone. I shouldn’t have pushed you when you clearly wanted to be alone.” He stood awkwardly in front of you, unsure of what to do. “You don’t have to tell me what happened until you’re ready, ya know?”
You smiled sadly up at him, nodding your head. “Yeah, I know. And... I want to tell you, Stevie, but I can’t. Not now. Maybe... maybe after this war stuff is over. We can talk about it over a pint or something... even though you can’t get drunk.”
The two of you laughed over that, neither one of you making eye contact still. Once your laughter ended, silenced dictated the space between the both of you. Neither wanted to be the first to speak, but, luckily, Steve decided he would talk. “Can we hug it out and promise to never fight like that again? Friends can’t be doing that to each other, after all. Plus I’m being shipped off tomorrow. Don’t want to leave this unresolved.”
A laugh escaped your mouth before you could stop it. You nodded to his request, falling into his open arms. “I promise, we’ll never fight again.”
Both yourself and Peggy eventually left the floor of the control room and joined the rest of the members of the SSR as they cleaned up the mess that remained of the last standing Hydra base.
You made a promise to Peggy that, if you two ever lived in the same city, you would make a promise to live together so that the two of you were never alone for along. You gave her your New York home address, and she gave you a phone number so that you could always reach her.
Colonel Phillips, who stood on the other side of the room, waved you over. You smiled sadly at Peggy and started to walk towards the Colonel before you heard a voice behind you that caused you stop in your tracks.
“Who were they to the Captain?” asked the voice of one the men who was working on cleanup. You wanted nothing more than to turn around and snap at them, but a voice started to talk.
“They were his best friend, especially after the lost of Sargent Barnes. Steve trusted and loved no one more.” Peggy sounded so thoughtful and sad with the sentence she had just uttered. “They were everything to the Steve. He thought the world of them.”
Colonel drove the car, his foot pressed onto the gas pedal. You held onto the back of his seat for dear life, praying that he wouldn’t crash you into the plane or drive you off the cliff. Steve sat up front, and Peggy to your right.
“Keep it steady!” Steve shouted, getting to his feet. He was about to jump when Peggy suddenly stood up.
“Wait!” she cried. He turned around, confused, until she pulled him down into a kiss. Your heart broke in your chest, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of you. “Go get him.”
Steve’s shocked eyes moved over you and the Colonel. You wanted so badly to tell him everything and beg him to stay, but your voice failed you. Instead, the Colonel spoke up.
“Ain’t neither one of us gonna kiss you.”
His eyes meet yours, and you could swear that you saw sadness in his eyes. But you couldn’t be certain, because he quickly turned around and jumped onto the landing gear of the plane. Colonel Phillips quickly slammed on the breaks, trying to steer the car so that it didn’t go over the cliff. But all you could focus on was the plane as it flew further and further away, carrying away the man you loved.
You couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach that that was the last time that you’d see him. Biting your bottom lip, you watched the plane grow smaller and smaller and your stomach practically did flips in your stomach.
Steve blinked groggily, sitting up in bed. He glanced around the beige room that he happened to be. In the background, a radio droned on, talking about some baseball game. Listening closer, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. It sounded like the Dodgers game of ‘41. How?
The door opened in walked a person who looked strikingly similar to you. “Y/N?” he asked, his voice choking up for a moment.
They looked at him like he was a complete stranger, their eyes filled with confusion. “Who?”
He shook his head, trying to shake off the confusion of the situation. “Where am I?”
A smile pulled at the corner of their mouth as the walked over to the bed, setting a glass on the bedside table. “You’re in a recovery room in New York City,” they replied calmly, taking a few steps back.
“Where am I really?” Standing up, he brushed off his pants, as if they could possibly have anything on them. “And don’t say New York. That’s the Dodger’s game from May of ‘41. I know ‘cause I was there.” He took a step towards the person, causing them to lean against the wall. “Where am I?”
“Captain Rogers,” they said, voice edged in a warning tone.
“Who are you?” he practically shouted. Suddenly, two men in all black suits came bursting into the room. He looked completely shocked at their intrusion before he went running at the closest wall, breaking free of the room.
He didn’t know where he was running, but he just ran until he somehow ended up on the streets of New York City. Only, it was far from the New York he remembered.
The city was filled with bright screens flashing with advertisements and neon lights that would have blinded him if it hadn’t of been for the bright sun overhead already doing so.
“At ease soldier!” came the voice of a man as several black fancy looking cars circled around him. Men with guns came out, holding guns in his direction. Meanwhile, the speaker was a dark-skinned man with an eye patch over his left eye. He calmly walked over, holding his hands up defensively. “Look, I’m sorry about the show back there, but we thought it would be easier to break it to you slowly.”
Steve stared at the man like he was insane. “Break what?” His heart pounded in his chest as he looked around at these streets he once knew. What the hell happened?
“You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost 70 years.” Shock wrote itself over Steve’s face as he looked at the man before going back to examining the city. “You gonna be okay?”
He forced a nod, his mind flying to Peggy. Was she alive? And what about Y/N? Did they manage to live? “Yeah. Yeah, I just... I had a date.”
The man patted him on the shoulder, nodding his head solemnly. “Come on inside with me, I’ll tell you everything you missed. I’m Director Nick Fury, by the way.” He lead the man back inside the building and into a room that sat a glass tabletop in the center with several chairs surrounding it.
He motioned for Steve to take a seat before taking the one right next to it. Steve reluctantly sat, giving a confused look to Director Fury. “Where am I? And what happened to my friends? Like... Agent Carter and Agent L/N.”
“This is S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Fury responded, turning his attention to the tabletop. “As for Agent’s Carter and L/N... well... let me show you. Files on Agent Carter, Peggy.”
“Captain Steven Rogers does not have permission to view files.” An electronic voice filled the room, causing Steve to look around in complete shock.
“Director override. Fury, Nicholas J.”
“Confirmed. File access: granted. Welcome Director Fury.” Suddenly, the table top showed pictures of Peggy and Steve’s heart stopped in his chest, staring at the woman whom he had a date with. His eyes softened considerably as several more pictures of her appeared, watching as she progressively aged the further along he went in the pictures.
Suddenly, a file with words written on it popped up, and Fury took over reading. “Agent Carter, Peggy. One of the main founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. alongside Howard Stark. After you disappeared, she worked in New York under the S.S.R. and solved missions until she was moved to Los Angeles to work under Daniel Sousa, who she would eventually go on to marry. She had three kids and is currently in a retirement home in D.C. where she has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.”
Steve took a sharp inhale of breath. Peggy was still alive, and he couldn’t be more happy. However, his happiness was quickly dulled when his mind drifted to you. “What about Agent Y/N L/N?”
Fury looked reluctant to do anything before he swiped away all the information on Peggy and sighed to himself. “Files on Agent L/N, Y/N.” Before the computer could speak about Steve not having access, he started speaking. “Director override. Fury, Nicholas J.”
“Confirmed,” said the female computer voice. “File access: granted. Welcome, Director Fury.”
Steve turned his attention to the table and looked at the black-and-white picture of you that sat on the table. You were smiling, but something was off with the picture, almost as if it had been forced. It was one of only two pics in the folder, the other being one of you and Peggy. You were situated in a chair while Peggy stood over you shoulder, a hand placed on your shoulder. Both of you looked serious.
A panic took over Steve’s entire being. Why were those the only pics of you? You did live, didn’t you?
“Are they-” Steve started, but a document suddenly popped up.
“Agent L/N, Y/N,” Fury read, his eyes filled with pain. “Returned to their New York apartment after the war was won. Lived with Peggy Carter until Peggy left for Los Angeles. When Agent Carter returned... she found a letter from that they had left for her. She found them in the bedroom and...” he trailed off, unwilling to continue on.
Steve’s heart broke into a million pieces. You had killed yourself? He didn’t realize it at first, but tears were starting to stream down his face. It wasn’t until the tears started to cloud his vision that he quickly wiped them away. “Can I be left alone?” he asked, trying to keep his steady. He wanted to be strong, but he was faltering to remain calm.
“Yeah, I’ll be on the other side of the door, Cap. We’ll take you to where you’ll be staying in New York once you’re ready to go.” He stood up to leave but paused, turning his attention back to Steve. “Take all the time you need. It’s a lot to take in.”
With that, he left Steve alone in the conference room. The moment the door closed, he lost his composure and broke down in tears. He held his head in his hands, unable to process your death. How could they just do this? How could they ever feel so unloved and alone that they felt like this was their only option? How could they be gone?
Y/N L/N was gone.
The realization punched him harder than he would like to admit. An ugly sob pulled itself from his throat as he clutched at his head tighter, unable to cope with his feelings.
“The name’s Y/N,” they said, smiling brightly at Steve. He was in complete shock at the person who stood before him, unable to comprehend how someone so amazing could just... exist. Yeah, Peggy was beautiful, but you? Everything about you was... perfect. As if you had been handcrafted by God himself. “You must be Steve Rogers.” Their voice pulled him from his state of shock, glancing up to meet their Y/E/C eyes before glancing back at his feet. “Where’d Agent Carter go?”
“I, um... she said she was grabbing the doctor, I think?” He tried desperately to get his thoughts to form compete sentences, but their laugh made it that much harder. “Told me to, uh... um... find someone... Agent L/N?” He prayed he had gotten the last name right.
Luckily, they smiled at him, nodding their head. “Well kudos to your, Mister Rogers. You found me.” They put a hand on his shoulder before giving it a tight squeeze. “Come on, I’ll get you prepped for the serum injection. And, don’t worry, Mr. Rogers.” Their eyes flashed him a wicked smile, a smirk sitting on their perfect lips. “You’re in safe hands.”
He couldn’t help the choke that escaped his lips at their remark. Once again, they laughed, making his brain go fuzzy. All that he could think about was how he wanted to be closer to this person, whoever they were. He wanted to know everything about them, learn all their secrets and what made them tick. He wanted them.
He wanted you so badly in this moment. He wanted to know so much. He wanted to know why you did it. He wanted to know why you chose to leave the world when you were so young and able. He couldn’t bare to think of a world where you weren’t around anymore.
Through his panic, one thought crept in his mind. You must of felt similarly when he had crashed the Valkyrie into the ice caps. You must of cried for him, like he cried for you now.
Did it feel the same?
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Thing I wrote
This is just concept stuff for a series I'm working on. I quite like it so why no share it? If you have any constructive criticism please do tell. and uhh yeah enjoy ig.
(btw this was originally something for school so if it feels rushed... it was. Another thing is that I'm planning on re-writing the last bits and probably expanding on everything else later.)
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*this is not based on real witchcraft, it’s just a made-up system of magic
Ida was a witch, the last of her kind. Not saying witchcraft was dead, it was just dead where she was. The only other person in her life that openly did magic was her mother, but she was gone. Not dead just somewhere else. At least she hoped she was just somewhere else. But Ida didn't let these thoughts bother her too much anymore. She had grown to like it when it was quiet. The silence helped her listen and learn about herself and the things around her.
The rather petite girl looked out the window of her little forest cottage she used to share with others. The morning sun just barely shone through the crosses that sat in front of the glass panes. Vines and flowers covered and flowed throughout the kitchen. Mushrooms and herbs growing in between the cracks of the stone wall. Ida eyes continued thoughtlessly looking at the same scenery she’s seen for years now. Beyond the window was a large field with a dry dirt path. Surrounding it was grass greener than emerald and flowers of all sorts spread across the ups and downs of the hills forward. On the side was a green house where Ida got most of her food, if not from the walls of the kitchen. But in the middle of it all, was a big weeping willow tree. She used to think that it looked to be taller than the gods sometimes. Its slumped branches simply danced with the wind.
Swaying with the leaves was an old wooden swing Ida would use so often in her youth. She would sometimes think of fixing it but always talked herself out of it. She constantly told herself that there would be no use for it. As nowadays she simply wanders around looking for anything new. For she was now too big to fit the swing. But that didn’t matter much anymore.
Ida didn’t like to linger on the past. She thought it was a waste of time. It wasn’t like Ida had anything else to do though. She told herself it was all the king’s fault. It was his fault that she’s miserable. It’s his fault her mother was gone. It was his fault she lived this boring life that only kept on looping over and over.
Though deep down inside, she knew that to be false. Accepting that was hard. One of the hardest pills to swallow. But Ida wasn’t ready to take her medicine yet. What she was ready for though, was another day full of dull adventures and almost tripping on wet leaves. Well, I suppose that the adventures weren’t that dull. When you can see spirits and creatures of the unknown, it spices things up a bit. However the interactions with said creatures were give or take, the same. They would say hello, have some small talk, then leave. On Tuesdays she would have tea with some of the mushroom people. And on Thursdays, read to the baby JHj'Hanfog. She had a set schedule that she didn’t mind, she quite enjoyed the mushroom people gossip, but it wasn’t fulfilling enough for her.
Her mother always said she was one for adventure and danger. Always out and about breaking bones and messing with the wrong group of knights. She basically craved the adrenaline of danger and high tension. Time obviously gave her more self-control and calmed her down but even so, parts of someone never die that easily. Which leads us to our current situation.
After saying goodbye to the emptiness inside, she left the house with pep in her step and a blank stare. Walking down the same dirt path she looked down, then at the sky. The early morning gold slowly transforms into the blinding light of day. She took her usual route, down the river, find the bridge and cross, forward until you pass the mushroom peoples village. It wasn’t Tuesday so she waved and left. ‘Today is looking like a good day for me’ she told herself before completely spacing out.
Continuing on she realized that she was lost. Confusion filled her brain as she frantically looked around. She said, “HOW AM I LOST I BASICALLY GREW UP HERE??????” None of the trees look familiar and she had no recollection of her previous turns. ‘I take back my thoughts...’ she thought, annoyance quickly rising to her face. She had no way of getting back. No magic tools, no signs from the forest, and no random creature to help. Ida sighed; her mind still boggled on how she got lost. She obviously didn’t know every nook and cranny of the forest but still. Getting this utterly lost? ‘Must’ve been the work of Sir Thomas’ ghost I say!’ she dramatically thought, a small giggle coming out.
Without anything else to do, she continued to wander. Seeing the trees around her pass by. Small rays of sunlight peeked through the trees as she walked. The deeper in she got the darker it became. At first, she didn’t notice it, but sooner or later it seemed like it was evening. Becoming kinda spooked, she tried to search for a speck of light. Any would do. For what seemed like hours Ida ran around lost. Every direction turning into one. No matter where she looked, she only found the darkness growing.
‘I just had to not learn fire magic...’ She thought, rolling her eyes. Ida was about to give up, and just try again later. “Sleeping in a tree doesn’t seem too bad.” She said, too quiet for anyone to hear aside from her. Then from the corner of her eye, “LIGHT!” She excitedly jumped up and down and immediately dashed towards the source. Twisting and turning throughout the trees, the wind making her eyes tear up. A small sliver of hope gleaming in her mind. Footprints running deep in the mud as a smile formed. The blue gleam became closer and closer and then, falling.
Ida was falling. A pretty deep distance might I add. Ida didn’t even realize she was falling until she was halfway between the air and the floor. She was too scared to even scream, her face frozen in fear. She quickly accepted the fact that she was probably going to die, as sad as it is. Her face trying their best to close her eyes shut as her body awaited the incoming crunch of her spine. But... it never came.
The radish haired girl was super confused, opening her eyes again to the sight of the pitch black in the forest; except this time she was surrounded by the lush blue light she was chasing. “Oh god am I dead? Is this how I die? Curse you Sir Thomas!” She remarked, putting a weak fist in the air at the end. Kinda like an old man saying, ‘dagnabbit you little scoundrels!’ to the youngin’s passing by. Ida decided to close her eyes as a final act of closure to her supposed death. Her head moved with her eyes, her hood falling off in the act. Her hair falling out with it having one of her side braids fall on her nose.
“Umm, miss? Are you gonna thank me for saving your life or what?” A masculine voice appearing out of seemingly nowhere. The girl’s eyes shot open as she frantically looked around, pulling her hood up with it. “Right here ma’am.” The same voice spoke.
Her vision finally clearing she was met face to face with a transparent boy holding her in his arms. They stared at each other for a good 5 seconds before Ida screamed and fell out of said arms. The pain she awaited from the top of the cliff finally came but not as spine crunching as expected. A stifled laugh soon erupted from the boy, wheezing and coughing filling the dead empty silence of the cliff- ravine thing they were in. Sitting up she frowned at him, obviously not liking the fact he laughed at her pain. While starring, she noticed 3 major things about him.
One was that he was very much see through, him and his entire body was see through. His clothes, his face, his everything! Then, the uniform he wore was one a top general would wear, at least that’s what Ida thinks it is. She’s a country bumpkin so she doesn’t know much about the city. The jacket was black with gold and red accents. He rocked lots of leather straps and a cape around his body. Honestly, some of the straps just seemed to be there to look cool. He had many pins and ribbons of honor on the left of his chest, despite the dark atmosphere they seemed to shine very bright. Along the side of his sleeve were 5 embroidered gold stars, therefore proving he was someone super duper important.
And lastly, his eyes... or at least what was supposed to be his eyes. All that was there were hollow sockets. But they weren’t as bad or scary as one might think. Despite the lack of emotion in his eye holes they seemed friendly enough. If it weren’t for their current situation Ida would’ve thought that he was pretty handsome... for a ghost of course. The more she starred, the more her frown turned into fascination. The ghost noticed this and smirked.
“Awe, you think I’m pretty right?” he said with the same teasing tone, floating towards her in one swift motion. Ida simply rolled her eyes and said, “First off no, and secondly, where am I?” The ghost boy faked his shock and slowly floated down as if he was falling, hand on his heart like he was having heart burn. “Oh random girl I just met! How dare you break-eth my heart with such cruelty?” He shouted in an overly dramatic fashion, maybe even more dramatic than Ida…
“Oh my god you’re worse than me- Is this how my mom feels? I kinda feel bad now.” Ida remarked, only half joking. The ghost boy quickly floated back up and chuckled, holding a hand out to Ida as she was still on the floor. She reluctantly took his gloved hand and patted the dirt off her. In the silence Ida came to a realization. If he’s a ghost, how in god's name did he catch her, hold her, and help her back up? He’s a ghost you shouldn’t be able to do that! Suspicion rose, Ida’s eyes narrowed at his nonexistent ones.
“...what?” he sighed. “Oh gosh, look I know I’m like the most gorgeous person you’ve ever met but you don’t have stare~” he fake whined. Ida shook her head, clearly annoyed by this man’s actions.
“Correct me if I’m wrong but you’re a ghost, right?
“Hmmm, let’s see, transparency, floating and weird hollowed eyes... no I don’t think I am.”
She groaned at his sarcasm, only earning a smirk on his end. Hand on her eyes, Ida continued saying, “Look, if you’re well... a ghost, then how can you touch me?”
“That’s a secret toots.” He winked at her.
“Why?”
“Because I’m cool now, you want to know where you are right?”
Ida remembered her initial question and nodded. Now that she thought about it, she was in this weird reveen thing with glowing blue things around her. They looked like flowers, but she’s never seen them before. ‘A new species maybe?’. The sky was still a void and the floor was rocky. Not like sharp rocky but the smooth stones you can step on. The ghost then started walking- er- floating? It was really confusing; the bottom of his legs would sometimes blend with the light of the flowers so you couldn’t really tell. Ida followed behind as if it were a house tour. Then it turned into a house tour.
“Welcome to my humble abode! Where the weird glowing flowers are plenty and rocks are, uh, also plenty!” He said in his best salesman voice he could muster. Putting his arms out to present the beauty of this dark dark rocky hole. “IF you take a look to your left, you’ll see a big rock! If this were in the city, I would be super rich cause I can make profit off of people taking pictures with a rock!”
“Wait, people pay to take pictures with rocks!?” Shock filled Ida’s voice.
“Only if they’re super big!”
“That’s stupid...”
“I know!” He said in an overly jolly voice.
Continuing on, he explained that they were in a deeper section of the forest. One that she’s never ventured in, or well many have. And when they did, they usually never came back the same. Ida would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a tad spooked but she put on a brave face as to not fuel this guys need to tease her. She could already tell this guy’s personality. He was a cocky bastard that she hoped was lovable because who knows how long they’ll have to be together.
He also told her about a way out, a staircase to go up back to the surface. Which was awfully convenient but who cares? Curiosity struck Ida, just who exactly was this guy? And why was he helping? She went to tap his shoulder but tripped in attempting to do so. “Pfffffft, are you okay?” turning around to check on her. “I- I’m fine, I forgot you were a ghost for a second.”
The sentence made him smile a bit before, turning back around. Leading her to the supposed stairs. They walked together in surprisingly comfortable silence. Ida was scared that it would be too awkward for her to handle so she was glad about this. The tall ghost then put his hands on the back of his head and turned a bit to look at Ida.
“Oh, by the way, what’s your name?” He asked in a very nonchalant tone. Ida’s eyes widen a bit at the realization of the fact they haven’t properly introduced themselves yet. “Oh right, my name’s Ida...yours?” putting her hand out.
“My names Kia...”
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Ever since that day in the reveen Ida regularly went out to see her new and, I guess, first friend. She would venture out into the dark parts of the forest she used to be scared to even go near to meet up with him. Together they would wander with each other and just chill. Every new day, a new adventure. Ida would actually leave earlier to see him. She would even take him to her weekly mushroom kingdom gossip.
“Can you BELIEVE that Mushy actually said that to her husband!?” Ida yelled to Kia as she hopped on rocks; trying her best not to get water on her socks. Kia, simply floating ahead yelled back “I KNOW RIGHT? You’d think after 10 years they’d be past this...” he sighed. Ida shook her head “Gosh I hope she wasn’t being serious about that... we might have to get interrogated by the MPD!” she giggled.
“OH GOD I HOPE NOT- I will not be able to take it seriously. Imagine the officer is like “DID YOU KILL HIM!?” then you look up, it’s a mushroom.” He laughed
“KIA STOP- I- *wheeze* I’M TRYING NOT TO FALL YOU DUMBASS!” She basically screeched. The laughter that erupted from them was probably enough to fill the entire forest. This continued for some time. Their cheeks and jaws hurt from smiling, continuously adding to each other’s jokes. Once Ida finally made it to the other side, she sat down on rock to catch her breath. Kia started ranting about the MPD and Ida simply listened. Finally calming down she stood up.
“I was actually almost arrested by the MPD... Not that I did anything I was just framed is all. Yeah, the officer would not let me go even though I was completely innocent!” He whined. Ida simply hummed a response and started following him again.
“He started to threaten me too! He said he was gonna ‘make sure I got the punishment I deserve’ or, something along those lines. Then I told him I could cook his entire family and he let me go.” Kia said as if it was nothing. Ida only looked at him with a shocked smile, stopping right in her tracks. He looked back confused, his face only saying ‘what?’ as if he didn’t just admit he threatened the life of an MPD officer. I mean like sure they are just mushrooms but still.
A blanket of silence fell on them again. It was the same comforting silence from the first time they met. It was all familiar. Ida walked behind Kia in silence in a dark area with only small specks of light to guide them. The only difference now is that they both know they have problems and have to take their medicine sooner or later.
Ida never noticed this, but Kia had a soft glow around him. It was almost majestic with all the sparkling particles as well. Finally deciding to break the silence, Ida spoke in a quieter voice.
“So Kia, mind telling me where we’re going?”
“Hm? Oh, we’re just going to a spot I like to hang out in. Also what’s in your basket? You’ve been making me hold the entire time.”
Ida forgot about this basket. She scrambled to take it back from him, but he floated higher. It didn't help that he was tall as well, I mean yeah was on the shorter end of the stick, but she can at least reach the tops of cabinets. Quickly admitting her defeat, she said, "Fine, there's cake it there... I just didn't want it going stale okay??"
From the time they spent together she had learnt 2 things. One, Kia has no memory of his past life. And 2, the only thing he remembers is liking cake. Not being sure if he can even eat it as he was a ghost made him sad. He hasn’t had ever since he died, but the few precious memories of it made him wonder why it brought him such joy. Ida felt guilty for bringing it, but she didn’t want it to get stale and dry as she stated earlier.
Kia’s form floated down like a feather and slumped on a rock. Ida decided to sit next and try to comfort him. Ida’s knees went past his own legs as if he weren’t even there. She told him a quiet sorry and went to hold his shoulder. Her hand stayed there.
“Hey if I stab the cake do you think you can eat it…?”
“....Fuck you Ida.” Kia said with a small smile.
“I mean can you even f u c k things? Like a ghost ween or whatever?”
“Would you like to find out?” He said, obviously as a joke. He wore that same fuckboy smirk that he always did.
“Shut up you have no eyes fucking loser.”
A fake gasp escaped his lips. He put his gloved hand to his mouth. He tried his best to look like he was about to cry but motherfucker couldn’t stop smiling.
“Ida! You whore! I’m gonna fuck your mom.”
“BRUH MY MOM IS PROBABLY DEAD- WAIT AREN’T YOU DEAD? YOU GONNA FUCK MY MOM AS A GHOST??? HOW DOES THIS WORK? UGHHHH”
End.
#my writing#writers on tumblr#writing#concept stuff#fantasy#this was super rushed#I dislike a lot of stuff about this but it's fine#ghost stuff#romance!? maybe...#new writter#project make brain go brrrr
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