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#but like underneath everything i still feel so fucking empty like there is nothing that could possibly give me meaning. and i know im suppos
predestinatos · 5 months
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warm enough for you | CL16 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
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chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary: charles has a special way of getting under your skin, especially when he insists on staying after the party is over. chapter 1 of an ongoing series.
tags: enemies to lovers, smut with a bit of plot, cocky!charles, bratty!yn
word count: 3.6k
minors dni ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! warnings & note underneath
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warnings: smut, drunk (tipsy) sex, oral (f!receiving), penetration, unprotected sex.
author's note: first time attempting at writing smut and posting anything so please keep up with me. currently working on part 2.
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Everyone was slowly leaving your apartment, the party reaching its natural end. Bottles were scattered across your living room, but apart from that, the flat was not as messy as expected. The party was more of a get together, given the small venue where you lived.
You were dizzy, the alcohol getting to your head and body, but conscious enough to decide that you could still clean things up before going to sleep. You waited for everyone to leave, and as you were getting ready to finally let out a deep breath you seemed to be holding the whole night, you notice someone standing, leaning against the kitchen doorframe. “Fuck you scared the shit out of me,” you start. His tall figure contrasted with the multicolored shadows of your living room, still dancing to a rhythm that was no longer there.
Then he chuckled. You knew it was him, he did not have to make a sound for you to recognize his frame, the way he always crossed his arms when he looked at you, as if in constant judgment. But if you had any doubts, that sound gave you all the certainty you needed. It was the chuckle he let out before a snarky remark. “I’m sorry, princess, I didn’t know you were so sensitive…” and there it was. The pet name used solely to annoy you, the tone that clarified his only purpose was to get under your skin.
“I would argue with you, but honestly I just want to clean up so please leave, thank you.” It was true. You enjoyed entertaining this back and forth, feeling him getting more and more irritated yet pleased with himself. But you were not in the mood for it, at least not now. Your head was softly spinning and taking your mind off of things is exactly what you need.
As you walk past him to the living room, in an attempt to showcase how you were not going to even acknowledge him, let alone join him in his games, he pushes himself off of the doorframe. “Just thought you could use some help.”
This was ridiculous, and you let out a loud, obnoxious laugh. Since when does he want to help you? Ever since the day you two met, he made it his mission to be as unhelpful as he could, rolling his eyes at everything you said, giving counter arguments to your opinions even if he agreed with them, all whilst smiling towards you with the look of pleasure over someone’s anger. You tried your best to avoid him, but it was impossible to do so, since your friend group was the same. Wherever you went, there he was, and vice versa. Eventually, obviously, you started acting the same way towards him as he did with you, and this just amused your friends even more. That was why he was here, in your apartment. He comes with the friends package, whether you like it or not.
Once again, apart from the laugh, you said nothing else. Instead, you leaned down and started picking up the empty bottles from the floor, whilst the lights kept changing colors from blue to purple to red. To your surprise, you hear him do the same, although he stumbles on himself a bit more than you. “Lightweight” you say, smirking, making your way towards the kitchen to put the bottles in a trash bag. That, and because the silence in the living room was too loud, made it too tight for both of you to fit.
As you placed the empty bottles carefully in the bag, avoiding the loud noise of glass on glass to heighten your soon to come headache, you feel a hand on your waist. His hand. His grip was tight and soft at the same time, sending shivers down your body which contrast with your annoyance. “Excuse me” he said behind you, almost whispering in your ear. His hand left your waist as fast as it got there, an indication of how he was aware you wanted more. “Was this less scary?” he asked, ironically.
You turned to look at him, almost ignoring the fact that you were trapped against the balcony as his body. You could feel his gaze on yours, and while you tried to hold it, you realized you couldn’t. The best you could do was run a hand through your hair in an attempt to disguise the tension running through your body. “You’re such an asshole” you said.
He finally looked away while smiling to himself, staring out the window. You took a second to notice the way his throat bobbed up and down, his hair was messy and careless due to the alcohol on his system which lowered his inhibitions. “You like it though.” Before you could turn away, his gaze stared at your again. His breathing was heavier than usual, the drunken smirk on his face juxtaposing with his furrowed eyebrows and darkened eyes. His face was so close, too close, for you to think straight. You looked at his lips, breaking eye contact once again, letting him win once again. “You wish” was all you could reply.
Without moving, his voice asked in defiance, “so what if I do?” You could feel his eyes exploring your body, his chest rising and falling in deep, steady, too controlled breaths. The red light in the living room shone behind him, highlighting his shape hovering above you. “That’s rich coming from you” you snickered. As much as you were feeling the tension between you both, as much as your teasing and bickering was reaching to a degree of immense repressed desire every time you two were in the same room, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You couldn’t.
The first time you two met, he went out of his way to drunkenly inform you, at a club, that you two “would never happen” and that he “would never fuck you.” To this day you fail to understand where the comment came from, to this day you don’t understand why he hates you so much but insists on making his presence known to you.
At first he seemed confused at your comment, his eyes searching your face for an explanation, but soon enough they widen in realization. Letting out a soft laugh, Charles ran his hands through his hair, making it even messier. “You still think about that?”
It was a ridiculous question, and he knew it. It was hard to hear something like that from someone who you basically had just met, even though he was drunk when he said it. You had not even had time to consider any sort of thing happening between you two and he had already declared it impossible. It seemed unbelievable that someone could be so full of himself to the point of declaring he was not going to bed with you, even before you showed any interest.
You pushed him away softly, and he did not stop you, despite his clear disappointment. That emotion was quickly replaced by a raising of eyebrows as he saw you open the door to the fridge and taking out two cold beers, handing him one. “You don’t seem to be leaving anytime soon, so help yourself.” Was all you could say.
This behavior could be explained by the alcohol running through both of your veins already, by your tiredness over the night, or the sheer need for company you had been needing for a while. You moved towards the living room again, slouching down on the sofa, and you needed not look back to know Charles was following you.
He lifted your legs, which were resting softly on the couch, only to sit down and place them on his lap carefully, with a grin splattered across his face. His side profile revealed a certain rigidness, his jaw tight and tense, but his eyes were soft and calm. “Did you mean it, though?” you asked. You seemed to have interrupted his thoughts, because his expression was lost at your sudden break of silence in the dark room.
“What do you think?” he asked back, never willing to give you the upper hand or satisfaction of a normal conversation. You tried to distract yourself from his cold hand caressing your leg, mostly because you did not know how much of it was intentional. He seemed to be doing it so nonchalantly and carelessly, you wondered if most of it was just instinct.
You tried to calm your voice before you replied, even though the first word that came out of your mouth sounded deeper and higher at the same time, uneven and nervous. “Well- I think, according to what you said that nigh-“ you started, but couldn’t finish. He did not allow you to, interrupting you and turning his face to you for the first time since you two sat down. “I know you’re not that dense, princess.”
Even in the darkly lit room, you felt his gaze burning your skin, focusing on your lips, then your neck. Meanwhile, you stared at his hand, moving slightly up your leg, sending shivers throughout your whole body, shivers you wish he did not notice, but knew, deep down, he was aware of. He knew the effect these had on you, he knew how to please, because that was his reputation. And you hated it at first, hated that he was so confident in his skills and so utterly arrogant about them, but now it only aroused you even more. You took a big sip of your beer, in an attempt to cool your now burning body.
That seemed to remind Charles he was himself holding a bottle of beer in his own hand, because upon seeing you swallow the liquid, he looked at the hand which was holding it. Moving it in order to hold it by the neck, grinning to himself in proud arrogance, he brought it close to your skin, your body hissing in pleasure at the temperature. You closed your eyes and exhaled softly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much this seemingly simple action affected you, but also not wanting him to stop.
He whispered your name, the request for you to look at him implicit in his voice, and you complied. His movements did not stop, a slow game he seemed to be playing with you, in an attempt to see how far he could go. “You look so fucking hot,” he breathed.
Your body was aflame with lust, and so was his, you could tell. You could see him struggling to even speak clearly, to move clearly, trying his best to control his movements which threatened to unleash themselves. “Careful, Charles, you don’t want to break your promise,” you teased, as you slowly moved closer to him, both in defiance of his actions and tempting him to proceed with them.
He freed both of his hands as you placed yourself directly in front of him, sitting on his lap, feeling his erection through his jeans. “You’re making it very hard for me not to do it” he murmured. “Am I?” you asked again. You were feeling bold, enjoying how both of you were toying with the thin line between hate and desire, between forbidden and allowed. Charles merely nodded hungrily, his hands placed on your hips, caressing them softly.
Your pulse quickened at the touch, but also at his greedy and dark expression. You moved your hands towards his shirt, which you start unbuttoning slowly, revealing more and more of his skin slowly. Before you could move to the fourth button, he abruptly grabs a hold of your wrists and pins you to the sofa, underneath his frame. “Stop being such a fucking tease,” he demanded with an aggressive ardor in his voice. With that, he guided your hand which he was still holding towards his erection. You realized the agony he must be in, how his cock must be throbbing underneath those layers of fabric. You felt weak yourself, with an intoxicating need to undress, to ignite the fire that was visibly about to burst into crimson flames.
“You deserve it” you replied with a smirk. It didn’t seem to convince him, this attempt of yours at seeming stronger and unaffected by what was happening. You and him were playing a game but it was getting too real, too intense, too tempting. Letting go of your hand and getting closer to you, his lips mere inches away from yours, he placed a hand between your legs, feeling the pooling wetness growing. Your whole body shuddered at this, a moan escaping your lips and giving you away. “You’re just making it harder for yourself,” he whispered smugly, lips brushing against yours.
Desperately you pulled him in for a kiss. His kiss was filled with intoxicating craving, a groan escaping his lips at the sudden action, his hips grinding against you in frenzied movements. Breaking your kiss, his lips moved towards your neck, softly biting it and leaving wet marks as he kept going down. You undid the knot holding your short dress together, thanking yourself for the easy-access choice of wardrobe.
As he kissed your stomach and paused at your navel, looking up at you as if asking for confirmation. You looked at him and saw how he looked: disheveled and flushed, his cheeks red and messy hair. He looked absolutely mesmerizing, the mix of complete submission but demanding attitude affecting your body through a quickened pulse. You could only nod your permission, finding yourself at a loss of words. He did not hesitate to pull down your lacy underwear, leaving you exposed to him, feeling his warm breath against you. All at once, his lips were exploring your opening, followed by his tongue, moving with ravish.
You cried audibly in pleasure, your back arching against him in untamed pleasure. Unable to hold his own need for pleasure, Charles unzipped his jeans and began stroking himself. His ragged grunts made your body melt in jolts of bliss, and watching him touching himself as he ate you out sent you completely over the edge.
He raised his eyes at you as he kept savoring you, some of his hair sticking to his forehead, his gaze filled with contrasting innocence and total control over you. He pulled his lips away from you, placing himself above your frame, making you look so small in comparison to him. He hovered over you, shirt completely unbuttoned, hand still pleasuring his cock, visibly throbbing with need. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him, face wet from your juices and his saliva, chest rising and falling incoherently. “I knew you’d love it” he breathed out.
It was admirable, really. How he still teased you and made it his mission to get under your skin, even like this. “That’s all you’ve got?” you replied, eyebrows raised, eyes half closed in unspoken defiance. “You’re jerking yourself off like a desperate teenager and I’m the one ‘loving it’?” you were testing him. Trying to see how much you could push him over the edge, annoy him, how he would take it out on you – or not.
“God you’re such a fucking brat” he hissed, holding your body with ease and turning you around, lying on your stomach. With his knees, he spread your legs apart and positioned himself between them. You felt him lower himself down, preparing yourself to be filled up, to quench the thirst growing at every passing second but- nothing was happening.
“What the fuck-“ you complained, annoyed. It was slightly embarrassing, your frustration over how long he was taking, and when you turned your head around slightly to see what was wrong, you saw that he had won. He was doing it on purpose, despite his own desperation to bury himself inside you. Amused, he chuckled bringing his hand to your back, caressing it as if to ease your pain in mocking comfort. “You have to tell me what you want, princess.”
“You can’t be serious” you hissed back. But he was, and you knew it. You had gotten this far already, and yet he would not let this go, and you did not know why he insisted so much. You had no idea how much it turned him on to see that only he could affect you like he did, to see how much control he had over you.
Rolling your eyes and doing your best at a monocordic voice, you complied “fuck me, Charles.” Yes, you were being bratty and petty, and yes, you would do anything just for him to fill the emptiness you were feeling inside you.
“You’re such a brat,” he growls as he thrusts himself into you. Your instantly arch your back in pain ad pleasure, feeling his whole body vibrating into you with untamed hunger. His hands grip your waist and force you to switch from a lying position to all fours, allowing him to access you easier. He continued his thrusts as he left bites on the back of your neck, and you filled the room with your cries.
He was not being soft or sweet about it. Charles was completely immersed in his need to have you, so much so that he could barely see anything apart from you, back arched in pleasure for him, the switching lights illuminating every curve of your body in sensuous effect. He dreamt about possessing you like this so often, thought about how good you’d feel so many times, that what was happening seemed to him unreal. He felt himself close to coming as you clenched around him, but before he could so, he pulled himself out of you.
 “Not yet,” he started. His voice was husked and lazy, a reflection of how much restraint it was taking him not to fill you up already. You were about to protest, being so close yourself, but as you turned around you found yourself mesmerized by the sight of him. His green eyes were glossy, his face completely flushed and sweaty from withhold pleasure. As you stared at him, he raised an eyebrow and gave you a half-smile. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, doing nothing to fix it, but it didn’t matter. He seemed almost shy about how you were looing at him, which was insane and ridiculous, given what you were doing, what you were.
 “I want to look at you” you said. This caused Charles’ eyes to widen in surprise, not expecting your bluntness. Even you were shocked at what you said and how demanding you sounded, but you couldn’t help yourself.
Holding one of your ankles and placing it on his shoulder, Charles entered you with unleashed violence, his gazed interlocked with yours. You thought about how pornographic the view must be for him as well, your swollen lips, some tears of pleasure running through your cheeks, and a sloppy smile plastered across your face. You feel absolutely lightheaded, almost drunk with ecstasy. “Putain, j'aime quand tu me regardes comme ça” he said, French escaping his lips as he loses all capacity to form coherent thoughts. This just made your pulse quicken, your skin bursting with fulfillment.
 His pace fastened even more, as he grunted and throbbed with how good he felt inside you. “Your cunt feels so fucking good” he kept repeating, his eyebrows furrowed as if attempting to delay his orgasm. “Charles, I- I’m gonna cum” you try telling him, between breaths and moans. “Fuck, fuck, look at me” he demanded, holding your face so it wouldn’t move away from his gaze. With that, you erupted in pleasure, completely undone beneath him, body trembling.
The view was so overwhelming, Charles couldn’t help but come as well, filling you up with fervent ardor, his body falling limply on top of yours. He remained there, his breathing uneven and erratic, just like yours.
You both lost track of time as you lay there, together. You could have fallen asleep like that, maybe you had, there was no way to tell. He felt warm and comfortable against you, and you felt so close and secure to him that neither of you dared to move.
After a while, his fingers starting drawing small, invisible designs on your still sensitive skin, causing you to giggle. For some time, you two just existed together with nothing else retraining your behavior, your own hands playing with his soft hair, a tired smile on his face.
You wake up with light filling your living room, giving you momentary blindness. The headache was done with its threat to show up, now attacking you with full force, limiting your movements and thoughts. Despite everything, you remembered the night before. Even if you did not, there was evidence that something had happened – or, better, there wasn’t any, and that’s what caught your attention.
The living room was pristine and looked untouched. You were fully dressed in some comfortable clothes, and the TV was on despite the fact that its volume was almost fully off. It seemed as if this was an ordinary day, but you knew it wasn’t.
You grabbed your phone and stared at its screen empty of any sort of texts, notifications or messages. Nothing to prove the night before. You knew it was a mistake to do so, but you couldn’t help typing out the text:
To: Charles (Asshole) Hey, got home safe? (11:33am)
All you got back was a small text underneath yours, which said “Read (11:47)”
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gaiussleechtank · 2 months
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It was one of those nights: the peaceful ones where both King and Court Warlock could shed their titles and just exist as two friends sharing cups of wine beside a fire. Both were silent as they nursed their drinks and basked in the dim lighting the fire provided Arthur’s dark chambers.
Merlin was lying across the floor on top of countless pillows and blankets, parallel to the hearth of the fireplace. His feet were bare as he had kicked off his boots hours earlier and the cords of his tunic were pulled extremely loose. Merlin’s legs were crossed one over the other as one hand played with a lock of his own hair as the other blindly traced the engravings of his goblet.
Arthur was sat his chair above Merlin, facing the fire and looking down at the peaceful man. He was glad that Merlin’s eyes were closed because it allowed the King to openly stare. For someone who was regarded to be so aware of everything all of the time - Merlin has not once ever cottoned on to Arthur’s gaze on him. In a way, it was reassuring that Arthur didn’t have to fear being caught by the very man he was observing. But it another way it was far too frustrating: Arthur nearly wanted to be caught and then in turn be forced to admit his reasons for staring.
For the Goddess’ sake, how could Arthur not look anywhere but Merlin with the man lying so enchantingly in front of him, doused in the golden light of the flames?
How could he lay his eyes elsewhere when nothing and no one else brought him nearly as much happiness and fulfilment in his heart than Merlin?
How could he when Merlin was everything that he loved?
The nearly empty goblet rested on his lap with his hands encircling the rim, it would be stupid to say it.
“Merlin?” Arthur broke their silence.
Merlin hummed in response, he didn’t move nor open his eye, but the tone of his voice easily told Arthur that he was listening.
“I’m in love with you.” Oh, fuck.
The body in front of him stilled. Merlin’s hand retracted from his hair as he slowly sat up. Arthur couldn’t tell you when the Warlock’s eyes had opened but he could give you a thousand words at least on what it felt like to be under their unending gaze. Merlin didn’t look away from Arthur as he got to his feet and came to stand in front of his King.
Merlin might not have ever been aware of when Arthur’s eyes were on him - but Arthur was far too aware of Merlin’s piercing stare. The King averted his eyes and stared down at the lingering mouthful of wine in his cup, listening to Merlin’s few footsteps.
A hand slid underneath Arthur’s jaw and half cupped the side of his face: hesitantly, Arthur let himself be guided to look up at Merlin. Had it been anyone else, this would have been so dangerous - to willing put his heart and mind at risk by giving someone else so much control over him would have been a death wish if it were anyone else.
Yet this was Merlin, the one person in his life that he would faithfully trust the world with to the ends of time.
It was sad eyes that Arthur saw. Not angry. Not disgusted. Not hurt, or even happy. Sad, sad, eyes that Arthur would nearly say were brokenhearted.
Merlin sighed with a pained and defeated expression. “Not again.”
“What?” Arthur felt his breath catch in his throat.
Merlin smiled with a soft pain, his thumb stroked over Arthur cheek as he said, “You don’t love me, Arthur.”
“I- I do.” Arthur stammered, he hadn’t anticipated out right refusal, denial and disbelief as an outcome. “I do love you, Merlin.”
Merlin swallows and seemed to choke back tears.
“No, Arthur, you don’t.” He repeated. “This is a love enchantment, this has happened before. You aren’t in love with me.”
The words were far too rehearsed, Merlin’s expression too knowing and understanding. Arthur felt like a petulant child being gently corrected on the truth. Had this really happened before? Had Arthur been enchanted to be in love with Merlin before?
“Merlin, I know my feelings, please believe me.” Arthur begged in futile.
“I don’t think you realise how badly I want to, but I can’t.”
Arthur’s eyes widened at Merlin’s confession - even though the feelings were reciprocated, Arthur was still being rejected - but he saw it. He saw all of the held back and restrained love Merlin held in his eyes for Arthur. He finally was bearing witness to Merlin’s affection, only because the Warlock was allowing him to.
“Is it really so unbelievable that I love you that you are convinced my mind is under the control of a spell of potion?”
“I know you love me - in the way friends love one another, brothers even.” Merlin stressed, his words clearly hurting himself. “But you don’t love me the way I want you to, you never have and you never will.”
“You do want me to love you like this?” Arthur countered.
Merlin closed his eyes and shakily let out a sob, his hands ran from Arthur’s jaw and face, around the King’s neck and weakly grasped at the back of Arthur’s head. He pressed his face into Arthur’s hair, Arthur pulled Merlin in closer and strung his arms around the Warlock’s waist and back: he could feel Merlin weep.
“You won’t remember this conversation, you never have, so why not?” Merlin muttered with a bitterness that surprised the King. “I have loved you for years, Arthur, what I feel for you goes beyond the devotion of prophecy and bond of friendship. I’ve always known that you will never feel the same.”
How his heart ached on the verge of breaking: Merlin loved him. He was in love with Arthur. He felt the same as Arthur but clearly awful past experiences that Arthur cannot remember are preventing him from acting on the truth.
Arthur tried to speak but was cut off before he could even utter a syllable.
“No, Arthur, please stop.” Merlin said, slipping out of Arthur embrace. He looked so guilty.
Merlin believed Arthur not to be in control of his mind and actions, he believed Arthur to be susceptible to anything. Though Merlin was nowhere near the kind of person to take advantage of someone under the influence of something mind altering. Even though this ‘supposed potion or enchantment’ was giving him what the Warlock wanted, Merlin still held back and refused.
Even such a simple embrace, the kind of embrace that was becoming more commonly between them as the years progressed seemed to wreck so much regret through the man - Arthur wanted to shake him and scream at how wrong Merlin was: that he could and was consenting to any any hold or touch Merlin could or would give him.
Arthur stood up and met Merlin far too closely. Their faces were mere inches apart, dangerously so. The King saw how badly Merlin wanted to give in, he could see the arguments and thought process that Merlin was going through.
His hand hovered over the side of Merlin’s face as leaned in closer.
“Don’t.”
He froze.
“You’re not in the right state of mind.” Merlin breathed out, more for his own sake than Arthur’s.
Arthur hand fell to his side but he didn’t move away.
“Please tell me how I can prove my honesty.” He asked.
Merlin looked down with resignation and then turned away to the doors.
“Come, Sire, follow me.” Merlin murmured as he left.
He hadn’t called Arthur ‘Sire’ in years, not even in heated arguments did Merlin enforce that distance between them. It spoke tales to Arthur on how hurt his best friend was. He dashed after Merlin, it wasn’t hard to follow the sound of weary footsteps.
They were heading for Merlin’s laboratory. Arthur caught up with broken hearted Warlock and joined their hands together - Merlin allowed it.
Met with the smell of dodgy potions, old books, strong herbs, ash and numerous other smells that Arthur had grown familiar with associating with Merlin’s experiments, Arthur saw and felt Merlin relax slightly. They were on his ground now, they followed his rules.
Arthur let go of Merlin’s hand and took his chair that he always sat in when observing Merlin work.
“You stare a lot.” Merlin said as he leafed through shelves of bottles - no doubt searching for a cure-all potion that he had concocted in earlier years.
“I always have, you’ve just never noticed.” Arthur replied honestly.
Merlin sighed for the thousandth time that hour and stood up straight and returned to Arthur, bottle in hand. It was a small vial with opaque pink liquid filling less than a third of the bottle. He stood on the other side of the work bench and handed over the vial of anti-serum.
Wordlessly and without hesitation Arthur uncorked the bottle and drank his mouthful. Setting down the bottle, he leaned closer to Merlin, head propped up by his elbow, hand under chin, staring at Merlin patiently.
The Warlock also leaned closer, gold creeping into his eyes without a single incantation as he analysed Arthur’s reaction to the potion. The world seemed to hold its breath as it waited for the two men to get onto the same page.
“Well, am I really under an enchantment?” Arthur asked after a very long pause.
Merlin’s mouth fell open as his brow and eyes once again creased into tears.
“No… You aren’t.” Merlin managed to say, covering his face as he cried.
Arthur stood up and joined Merlin on the other side of the workbench. He pulled the shocked and relieved and sobbing Warlock into another hug. Both holding onto each other equally tight.
“I love you, Merlin.” Arthur promised his Warlock firmly.
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be-my-sunrise · 5 months
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8:25pm
pairings: churchboy!mark x fem!reader
genre: smut, minors pls dni
word count: 720
warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, teasing, brat taming(kinda?), hair pulling, edging, creampie
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The day started off quite normal. Although you and Mark slept through the alarm, both of you still made it in time to church for Sunday Service. Most of the seats were taken by the time you both got there, so you had to sit in the back. 
It has only been ten minutes since the pastor started preaching, and you were already distracted. You might look like you're paying attention, but you're actually busy replaying the events from last night in your head. Mark had just returned from his business trip yesterday, so the two of you spent the whole night getting steamy in bed. The sex after his business trips–or whenever both of you have to spend some time apart–is always mind-blowing. Not that it's bad before, but all the waiting and anticipation just make it even better. There's one more thing that also leads to mind-blowing sex: when you're acting like a brat.
You didn't want to do this, but the thrill of doing such sinful actions in a holy place aroused you. You need Mark right now. You started teasing Mark by placing a hand on his thigh, slowly inching closer to his crotch. Mark shrugged it off at first, but then he was kind of pissed when your fingers kept 'accidentally' brushing over his cock. 
Everything after that happened so quickly, and now here you are, chest pressed against the wall inside one of the stalls in a women's bathroom, moaning as Mark takes you from behind. You hiss when Mark yanks your hair back, his hot breath hitting your neck.
"I told you to behave, but you decided to be a brat instead." He said in a low voice. "Last night wasn't enough for you?"
"N-no.."
"No? How pathetic, you can't even last ten minutes without my cock inside you. What would God think about that, hm?"
A loud moan escapes your lips as Mark slams his hips harder against yours, pushing his cock deeper. He covers your mouth with his other hand to muffle your moans.
"Quiet, angel. Or is that what you want, hm? You want the people outside to hear how good I'm making you feel?"
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he hits your sweet spot, making you clench around his cock.
"Fuck–do that again." He throws his head back and screws his eyes shut as you clench once again. 
"Don't even think about cumming, I know you're close. Hold it or I won't let you cum at all."
Not long after, you feel Mark's cock twitch before spilling thick ropes of cum inside you. He lets out a deep growl as he fills you up with his load, the warmth making you hum in pleasure. Mark holds you close, steadying your body when your knees buckle underneath you.
Your muscles go tense as you're reaching your climax, lips tucked between your teeth to bite back a moan. Mark pulls out abruptly just when you're about to cum. You whine at the sudden emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing.
"No! Mark, please–"
"Brats like you don't get to cum."
Mark gives your ass a spank, earning a yelp from you. He fixes your panties before his cum drips out and pulls your dress down. You press your thighs together, letting out a choked sob knowing it won't be enough to give you the relief you wanted. Mark tucks his cock back inside his pants and gives you a peck on your cheek.
"Fix your hair, I'm going back outside."
After Mark leaves, you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. With the messy hair, smudged mascara, and smeared lipstick? Yeah, people would definitely know you just had your insides rearranged. 
Once you feel like you look decent enough, you go back outside and find Mark in your seats. You plop down next to him and he gives you a sweet smile, as if he wasn't just balls deep inside you a few minutes ago. Mark puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to whisper in your ear.
"Wait 'til we get home. I'm not finished with you."
His words go straight to your pussy. Excitement bubbles in your chest, fully aware that your plan had worked. 
"You're in for a long night, angel."
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a/n: i've had this drabble idea on my notes for so long, and i figured it's time for it to see the light of day. it's supposed to be short, but i kinda got carried away👀 thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!<3
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12-7 ROOM (part one)
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Surviving a week to Donghyuck's charms and jokes can't be so hard... Worst case scenario, you end up completely falling for your brother's best friend.
▪︎Pairing: brother's best friend!Hyuck x fem reader
▪︎Genres: poor attempt at rom com, fluff
▪︎Warnings: alcohol consumption, profanity suggestive jokes
▪︎Word count (part 1): 6613 words
playlist | extra content: mc's IG stories
Author's note: Hi every1!!! The fluffy Hyuck fic is here, finally. I decided I'll be posting it in two parts because it ended up being way longer than I planned, and since it's written in the format of timestamps. It barely has any conflict, so I was afraid it would get boring or tedious if I posted everything in just one go. So, yeah, part 2 coming next week. Also, I changed Hyuck's major (it's physics now) for plot purposes lol I figured it would be easier for me to write him if we share majors. Also !! I didn´t proof read it but I will during the week lol sorry. Okay, tysm for all the support on the preview !!! enjoy the fic bye !!!!
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Tuesday, 10:34 p.m.
Mark moves around the small apartment urgently cleaning up. He makes sure to pick up and throw into the garbage bag between his hands every empty Red Bull can that his roommate has left lying around. On the old sofa rests his guitar, and on the little table in the living room his lyrics notebooks and Donghyuck's physics notes.
"Mark," Donghyuck calls for him, to which the older one only responds with a small sound, indicating that he has his attention—partially, as he's still concentrating on his duty of getting all ready for your arrival—, "Your food is getting cold."
Mark lets out an exasperated sigh while getting all his belongings inside his backpack and his guitar in the case. "I'll just order something once I'm at the studio."
"Wait, you're leaving?"
"Yeah, I need to get some work done with TY. And y/n's arriving at any time so this place has to be tidy and clean and–" Mark stops all motions of arranging the mattress you're going to sleep on on the living room floor, to fix his eyes on his friend. "Hyuck, could you like, put on a t-shirt or something?"
Small drops of water fall from Donghyuck's wet hair onto his naked torso, fresh from the warm shower he just took. The young man does nothing but questions his best friend with a lopsided smile as he finishes his bowl of ramen, sitting at the counter in front of Mark's—that remains full and cold by now.
"What, you think y/n's gonna be scared of all this handsomeness?"
Mark's face is expressionless while looking at Donghyuck, who's feeling himself to add to the point. And Mark has missed you a lot, but he thinks that the faster he gets a break from his chaotic roommate, the better; he can't wait to have a week free of the jokes and headaches Donghyuck causes him because Donghyuck will have you to annoy. Even when he will still be working, to Mark, that sounds pretty much like a vacation.
"Nah, dude. It's fucking cold, you'll get sick."
"You will get sick if you don't get anything to eat as soon as you make it to work," Donghyuck answers back as he gets up from his chair and puts his favorite Michael Jackson t-shirt on. "Promise me you'll order."
"Yeah, I promise," Mark sounds sincere. After a quick hug and a few pats on each other's back, Mark is opening the front door ready to leave for a late-night music session. "Please receive y/n well for me–
"Y/n!"
Screams and laughs from both you and your brother fill the little apartment, as you greet and hug him after almost four months without seeing each other. Just in time, is what Donghyuck thinks while observing the cute interaction, and gently caressing his belly from underneath the t-shirt because, well, he is confident but—even though he has known you for years and you've shared many situations—, he's not confident enough around you to show himself with nothing on like that. At least not yet.
His face lights up as soon as he sees you extend your arms in his direction, and Donghyuck manages to squeeze you into a warm hug and spin you in the air while the both of you laugh.
Your brother says his goodbyes, and Donghyuck tells him there's a chance they could meet up at Johnny's later, in case he wants to join in after work.
"Alright, I'll get there with Taeyong later then."
He waves to both of you and closes the front door, leaving you alone with his roommate.
"Take a relax, bro," he offers you to sit at the counter and you laugh after hearing the famous line after months. You observe him filling a cup with water and placing it in front of you before speaking again. "Want some ramen?"
"Hell yeah. I'm starving."
"Let me heat it for you."
But he was already on it even before you answered. Donghyuck knows well he's very good at turning the simple dish into a delicious meal, and that it's one of your favorite things to share since you two met.
You wouldn't say it was love at first sight, but maybe adoration since the first encounter. Only weeks after your brother moved to start studying, he invited you over because he was missing home too much. And Donghyuck wouldn't be his apartment buddy until a year after, but they already frequented the same group of friends. The two of you were standing awkwardly in a corner at Taeyong's birthday party, and ended up at your brother's because you were hungry, eating ramen together: his secret recipe (that wasn't mysterious at all) that included tomatoes and scrambled eggs and that he only made for 'real special situations'.
Donghyuck sets the bowl in front of you, the tomato scrambled noodles and eggs making your mouth water and curve in a smile. A ray of sunshine gets on the chair beside you even though it's almost midnight, and makes you feel at home, warming you even though it's freezing outside.
"So, how's school?" You start talking with a mouth full of ramen, lips moisturized with its sauce that makes Donghyuck smile when he sets his eyes on them. His look makes you blush, but you blame it on the spiciness of the Hot Chicken Spicy x2 package of noodles that he prepared for you. "Hyuck, this is burning my mouth."
"Well, don't put so many noodles in your mouth at once!" Donghyuck brings the glass of water to your hands and you accept it immediately. Its freshness somehow makes you forget the mess that Hyuck's eyes on your filthy ramen lips could have caused. 
Maybe surviving a week living with the guy you like (who is your brother's best friend, which makes things a lot more complicated) will be harder than you thought.
"School's been kicking my ass," the boy continues and you nod your head, sadly sharing the sentiment. "I started my winter break last Friday, but I have to take a final in two weeks so I'll be studying. And Mark doesn't get a winter break."
"Motherfucking TY, won't let him rest."
"That's what I say!" He agrees with you, his eyes widening and sighing in exasperation. "Both of them are workaholics. Won't stop working on their music even for a week."
"Yeah. And knowing Mark, he'll try to make the most of his time since he doesn't have to teach at school for two weeks."
You knew in advance that your brother wouldn't be home much despite your visit, however extraordinary it may be. He warned you about it, that he would be focusing 100% on Taeyong's album, but that he would definitely try to take advantage of the free time to go out with you, or just chill together at home. On the other hand, Mark assured you that Donghyuck would be very happy to spend the time he wouldn't be there with you. The idea gave you butterflies in your stomach when your brother texted it to you; some emojis of a mischievous smile followed the message but you didn't know how to interpret it, since Mark is terrible at texting and pretty much a boomer.
"But don't worry!" Donghyuck speaks after a brief pause. "I'll study early in the mornings while you sleep, then we'll have the afternoons to hang out, and Mark can join whenever he's free. He'll make time for it, I'm sure."
Somehow, the thought of Donghyuck getting up early during his break to have the afternoons free to spend time with you makes your heart melt a little. You lower your head, trying to hide the inevitable smile on your lips, but you fail wildly. You decide to adhere to Donghyuck's plan, nodding and showing the tight-lipped smile that spreads to his face.
"Good." He nods as well. "So, you wanna go to Johnny's later?" Donghyuck asks, his thumb pointing in the direction of the door.
"Yeah, sure." You get up from the kitchen table to start doing your dishes at the sink. "I'm excited to see the boys after so long."
"And we have some new additions to the group."
Donghyuck's voice reaches your ears from behind. You're quickly cleaning the single bowl and glass you used, so you finish and turn around to keep listening to him face-to-face. Donghyuck picks up on his monologue. 
"There's Jungwoo. He's living with Jaehyun and Doyoung and he's about to finish doing vet in college. And it's funny, because he really looks and acts like a doggie, and he's doing vet," Donghyuck finishes the sentence, looking at you with an expression that suggests 'Can you believe that?'.
His silliness makes you laugh, which encourages Donghyuck to continue sharing his first impressions of his new friends. "Then there's Yuta. He came from Japan and opened a café on the first floor of the building where Johnny and Taeyong live, and that's how they met. He's a little cold with me," Donghyuck shrugs at it, yet you can tell in his expression how he gets discouraged when he thinks about that situation. "But he's not cold with Mark. And Mark is, I don't know, he's obsessed with Yuta." There is a brief silence in which Donghyuck only looks into your eyes with a super serious face. "I hate that."
And you burst into laughter. You don't need to ask Donghyuck if he's jealous, because you know for a fact that he very much is. As soon as he doesn't get all the attention, he gets annoying. Don't you dare not answer one of the silly cat reels he sends on Instagram or he will start texting you things like "Pay attention to me" or "Answer or I'll get sad." So you know how it can be. He doesn't get annoyed over the Baekhyun posts he shares with you because you always reply to them. Donghyuck might get jealous of Baekhyun too, but he won't show that to you.
"Don't worry, Hyuck." You circle the island to stand next to him and try to comfort him, one of your hands caressing circles on his back. He quickly seeks comfort by resting his head on your shoulder, and you can notice his slightly wet hair smells like green apple and cinnamon, like baby shampoo. "You're Mark's best friend. The things you've been through together, he won't get through again with anyone else. That's what's special about you two."
"You're right, y/n," he agrees while getting his head off your shoulder. "None of them will ever know Mark ran out of toilet paper at a party once and he sacrificed a sock to clean his-"
"Oh my fucking God" you cut him off before he can finish, not wanting to hear any of it. "Gross! Some things are better kept as a secret, Hyuck! I'll go change."
"But we are like a family!" he screams as you get out of the kitchen and into Donghyuck and Mark's room to get ready for Johnny's house. "Sharing those things helps us get closer!"
The walls are thin, so you don't bother answering Donghyuck from the room. "Honestly, Hyuck, I don't really care where my brother's butt has been or whatever. Let's get closer by sharing some drinks at Johnny's."
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Wednesday, 01:47 a.m.
"So, how did you two meet?" Yuta asks, taking up the free space next to you on the couch and passing you two cans of beer. Exactly what you need after three rounds of karaoke with Johnny and Doyoung that are inexhaustible.
They're still going off strong in front of the TV, waiting for Mark to get back and join them in their madness.
"Oh, we're not together."
"Oh, that's for sure. I know you're not pulling any bitches, Hyuck."
Donghyuck laughs dryly at the Japanese boy, putting on his best expression of annoyance; tongue poking at his inside cheek and rolling his eyes, and he replies, "That's not true. I can pull anyone I want."
"Prove it," Yuta pushes him because he knows that Donghyuck is an easy-going person, and always a good target for a challenge.
Donghyuck quickly scans the room while you busy yourself taking a sip of your can, not wanting to get involved in Yuta's teasing, until he lands eyes on Jaehyun. He knows the boy loves him and is almost always up for some of his affection.
"Jaehyun's not an option," Yuta adds, the always good observant, and Donghyuck sighs very audibly before throwing his head back on the couch.
But he composes himself quickly to ask, turning slightly to you with his arm still firm around your shoulders. "Would you get with me? Hypothetically?"
“Are you asking me because I’m the only girl in the room?” you question him with a raise of your brows.
“Nah, you’re my first option,” he replies with a subtle smile, eyes closing slightly into the shape of two crescent moons.
You like to think he truly has no idea the effect his words have on you, and that he's just messing with Yuta, trying to prove a point. Yet, you can't help feel the heat rise to your cheeks. A deep breath is all it takes you to ignore the intern butterflies and follow the conversation, as if you're not already imagining the thousand scenarios where you and Donghyuck are an established couple living with two dogs (you would like a cat but he's allergic) and a hamster.
“But I thought your first option was Jaehyun–”
“Just answer the question, y/n.”
“Alright, jeez…”
You roll your eyes and give yourself a moment to think. Would you get together with Hyuck, hypothetically? Considering the four-year crush you've had on your brother's best friend since the moment you met him, no, you wouldn't.
You would get with him for real. All of your friends back home said it's time you brave up and just confess to him. You better come back with the signed marriage papers, your best friend’s voice resonates in your head.
"I mean… Yes?" you answer by looking at Yuta, trying to avoid Donghyuck's eyes that you know are set on the blushed skin of your face. "I guess Hyuck is not a bad match," you finish with a shy shrug, sinking yourself deeper on the couch and taking another long drink.
Donghyuck smiles contentedly at your answer, his chest filling with confidence, and kisses you wet with beer on the forehead that gets you squeezed up to his body for a second. By the time he's done, you rest your head on his shoulder to return the affection, trying not to throw up all the butterflies and not noticing Yuta's knowing stare.
"Keyword: hypothetically. And I said 'Prove it.'" Yuta pushes a little more.
"Bro, you're so annoying." Donghyuck gets up from the couch exasperated, and almost makes you spill all your beer while trying to get you up with him. "What, you want us to make out?"
Yuta nods, crossing his arms and spreading his legs on the couch that he has all for himself now, challenging the younger boy.
"Sorry dude, we're not into exhibitionism."
Donghyuck takes your hand to drag you away from the living room, but you can still hear Yuta's laugh and the words the two you would end up choosing to ignore for the rest of the night.
"This is not how you're getting some, Hyuck! Don't say I didn't try to help you!"
Donghyuck's hand holding yours (or rather dragging you into the kitchen) feels embarrassingly good. Worth blushing and having your heart fastening inside your chest. Damn Donghyuck for making you feel like a teenager who had just exchanged looks with their highschool crush. And just when you needed a break from that ridiculous wave of emotions…
“What are you wearing!?” You hear Johnny’s voice coming out of the speakers, as he’s still holding the mic to his mouth while the instrumentals of his most iconic karaoke performance play on the back, A Flying Butterfly by YB.
Mark and Taeyong have arrived at the apartment and they have caught everyone's attention because Taeyong is wearing an inflatable T-Rex costume. Jungwoo is the first one to get to Taeyong with his mouth open in astonishment, an expressión that is quickly replaced with amusement as soon as he gets to hug and squeeze the dinosaur in his hands.
“Jungwoo, stop squeezing my butt!” Taeyong’s voice comes a little distorted from inside the costume, but it’s clear enough for everyone to laugh at his comment. “You're going to make it deflate!”
Jungwoo keeps looking at Taeyong in the costume as if he was a kid who just saw Santa; hugging the dinosaur and saying it feels perfect for cuddling. This is the moment you understand what Donghyuck meant when he said Jungwoo looks just like an excited doggie.
“Taeyong saw it online and got it because it was on sale a couple weeks ago,” Mark starts explaining to no one in particular. “But then he ordered it and we completely forgot about it, until it arrived at the studio tonight.”
“I put it on inside the elevator so I could surprise you guys,” Taeyong adds with a happy smile, unzipping the costume just for his head to come out of it, somehow making it look all more ridiculous. Now the T-Rex looks like he has a floating head right above his stomach.
“Yeah… We had to stop the elevator for some more time because getting it inflated was way harder than I thought,” your brother says as he watches Taeyong and Jungwoo struggle with each other, because Jungwoo desperately wants to get inside the costume too but Taeyong doesn’t want to stop wearing it just yet.
Yuta only judges them from where he’s still sitting on the couch, arms crossed while shaking his head. “I can’t believe you really spent money on this.” Yet his comment is followed by a laugh. It’s not as intense as Doyoung and Taeil’s, though, who have been laughing since Taeyong crossed the door, and haven’t missed the chance to film and take pictures of  him (and Jungwoo who still wouldn’t leave his side.)
"Alright so," Johnny says into the mic to attract everyone's attention. "Karaoke?"
The guys start to team up; some out of affinity or fun, others because they know they will definitely win the most points if they are grouped with certain people who hit all the notes on any song. Donghyuck, however, doesn't team up with anyone right away. He just stands in the middle of Johnny's and Taeyong's living room, watching Mark immediately cling to Yuta (who already had Jungwoo clinging to his other side.) He gestures towards your brother with arms crossed and a roll of his eyes. So, noticing his jealousy over your brother's recent preferences—jealousy that wasn't that hard to notice, he made it pretty obvious—and taking pity on your friend, you offer to team up with him.
"Wanna kick some ass together?" And you observe him playing hard to get. You're not a bad match for karaoke; you might not sing as well as Taeil or Doyoung, but you don't suck at it, and Donghyuck knows that very well. So when he starts doubting over his answer, you know he just wants to mess with you.
Suddenly Taeil is standing in front of the two of you, and Donghyuck, with an incredibly exaggerated face of astonishment, asks him:
"You wanna team up with us?!"
See, you knew he wasn't going to leave you out of his team.
Taeil only shrugs, as relaxed as always. "Sure."
Donghyuck squeezes his older friend in a hug that only gets a groan out of Taeil (and a little smile) before throwing an arm each on your shoulders, and screams to the rest. "Everybody, we got Moon Taeil!"
A punch from your fist to his ribs. A little groan followed by a laugh coming out of his mouth and a gentle squeeze on your shoulder. He's quick to correct himself.
"I got Moon Taeil and y/n! And we're gonna kick your butts!"
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Thursday, 6:22 p.m.
It's been a long time since Donghyuck has had a girl in his room.
It's not like Yuta was right when he said he can't pull anyone, Donghyuck just hasn't had the time nor the energy. His break and free time to do whatever he wants just started. Even when Mark's not home most of the nights, it doesn't feel quite right to him to bring girls over to his shared bedroom when his roommate could come back at any time. And even if he had wished to bring any girls home during his break, he knew you would be here, so he didn't wanna do that either. (Not that he's bothered that he can't bring girls home because of you. Actually he'd rather have you inside his bedroom than anyone else.)
So when he's watching you laying on his bed, reading a silly high-school novel you got from your brother's library and quietly keeping him company while he studies, his heart-rate fastens and he feels his cheeks rise its temperature. He grows embarrassed when, after seeing you smile so sweetly at him when you catch his eyes on you, the only thing he can think of is leaving those stupid Relativity notes behind, running over to your spot and stealing a kiss from your lips.
Yet Donghyuck remains motionless at his desk. He inwardly curses when you get up and start walking toward him, and wishes you wouldn't ask why he's so red because he can't blame it on the weather—it's the middle of winter.
To his surprise, you're curious about a totally different thing.
"What are you doing with all these comics?" you ask, picking up one of his Flash comics and opening it to a spot that Donghyuck has marked with a post it.
"I'm taking a class about Quantum Physics and Relativity and catching up on some work," he starts explaining, all his romantic fantasies put on pause to focus on the second thing (after you) that occupies his mind the most these days: college.
He watches your eyes grow with interest after hearing the name of his class, and he can't deny he gets all excited thinking about the possibilities: of having a girlfriend that would hear him talk about what he's most passionate about all he wanted. Knowing how much you've always enjoyed hearing the new things he's learned and about his most recent investigations, and noticing his feelings for you have only increased since you came back, Donghyuck's mind wonders.
"You know in the comics Flash supposedly travels at speeds close to light, right?" He watches you nod. "And he throws this infinite mass punch… Well, in one of the comics Flash punches this villain, and his fist is so powerful the villain will fly all over the ocean and land in another continent," he keeps explaining. "What are the chances of this actually happening, analyzing it from the relativistic perspective? That's what I'm looking into."
"And have you arrived to any conclusions?"
"Yeah, I have actually." He stars searching for a specific piece of paper which displays a bunch of calculations and formulas that you don't understand at all, but they look awesome.
Donghyuck doesn't wait for a specific reaction, yet your response cracks him up a little.
"Could you explain this for me? Dummy level?" you ask wrinkling your nose. Donghyuck wants to kiss the confusion off your face.
Honestly, he might be looking for any excuses to kiss you at this point. But, to be fair, he's liked you since that first time he cooked ramen for you the night you met—that was like four years ago. The only reason he has never made a move on you is because you're his friend's sister.
"Yeah, yeah I can do that." He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking these ideas out of his head once more. "Basically, that the mass of his punch is 'infinite' is a consequence of the relativistic effects of travelling at speeds near to light." He points at a calculation on the paper. "And if Flash punches you on the face he won't send you flying to another continent."
This time, Donghyuck watches the disappointment take over your features; smile and shoulders dropping at the same time. "He won't?"
Donghyuck denies with his head. "You would disintegrate in an instant. The energy of his punch is 750,000 times greater than the energy released by an atomic bomb exploding in your face."
You're not saying anything. You're just looking right into his eyes and it's making Donghyuck considerably nervous. Thankfully, he's been sitting all this time, because considering how close you're standing in front of him he's sure his knees would've given up on him a while ago.
He gulps. "I did the maths."
"You're a fucking genious."
Donghyuck melts hearing you praise his work.
“Okay. I’m ready,” Mark says as he waits for you at the room’s door.
Right, you and your brother were scheduled to have dinner together.
Donghyuck doesn't want you to go just yet, he doesn't want to stop chatting with you about irrelevant-to-the-society stuff like this, but he understands this is one of the few moments you’ll get to hang out with Mark alone, so he doesn’t tag alone when Mark offers him to.
“I’ll just have a light dinner and study a little bit more,” he politely declines. Then, he’s looking into your eyes once again. “Wanna chill together when you’re done with your brother?”
“You wanna watch Oppenheimer?”
Does he want to spend three hours watching a movie about an international bunch of nerds who just argue for more than two thirds of the plot, and some awfully awkward scenes of Mr. Oppenheimer flirting using physics that he definitely didn’t think of replicating with you? Again?
Donghyuck thinks you might be the love of his life. 
“Of-fucking-course I wanna watch Oppenheimer.” He thinks this might be a better answer, rather than confessing his undying love to you (in front of his best friend) (that is your brother.)
“Nobody’s gonna ask me if I want to watch Oppenheimer?” Mark questions with arms crossed and narrowed eyes.
“Mark, you were snoring inside the movie theater when we went to watch it together.”
“I had a long day, dude!”
“You literally came out of the theater and said ‘this was fucking boring for a World War Two movie’!”
“Well, I mean yeah–” Mark starts trying to defend himself but gets interrupted by you, when you start pushing him towards the door saying you’re hungry, and reminding him how most of the times they argue he can never win against Donghyuck. “But you gotta accept it was missing a little action, man.”
Donghyuck throws his head back, and then looks at your brother with his eyes squinted and a fake smile. “They were scientists, Mark, not soldiers–”
“Whatever!” you say when you’ve managed to get your brother out of the room. “We’re leaving. Hyuck–” Donghyuck notices his eyebrows relax, and the frown he had while arguing with Mark is gone as soon as you’re calling his name with a smile on your lips. “Looking forward to movie night.”
“I’ll get some beers for us,” Donghyuck adds, to which you agree excitedly.
Mark sighs once you’re on your way out of the apartment. “I swear to God,” he starts. “You two are like made for each other.”
You just punch his shoulder as a defense mechanism, not knowing how to react or manage your emotions when it comes to Donghyuck. And you definitely don't know Donghyuck catches a glimpse of your smile and your reddened cheeks before you close the front door.
That simple thing, maybe gives Donghyuck a little hope.
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Friday, 11:13 a.m.
You can't believe you're jealous of a dog.
You watch the video play over and over on your phone screen. Donghyuck was literally rubbing his face on the little fur ball, using it as some kind of cotton pad, then showering the dog with kisses all over her little face.
Chenle's friends with the boys and he recently got a dog that he named Daegal. Today, Chenle and Mark were going to be working together since early and Chenle didn't want to leave the dog alone. Apparently, Donghyuck and Daegal love each other, and that's the reason why you're currently at Chenle's, at fucking eleven in the morning during your break.
Donghyuck and you were the designated babysitters of the dog.
You wonder over the video on your phone a little more, thinking of what to put as a caption to share it on your story. Maybe some emojis? Some angry emojis because Donghyuck won't even look at you now that he's with the doggie? Maybe cute emojis… Something like a sun, a heart, and a dog. Maybe the caption boyfriend material, or something in the lines of pay attention to me followed by some exclamation points.
You decide to post it with the text 'taking good care of the baby' and tagging Donghyuck and Chenle's account. It doesn't take long for two notifications to arrive. One is from Donghyuck, who just re-uploaded your story, and the other is a reply from Chenle. 'Who's the baby? Donghyuck or Daegal?' followed by a cracking up emoji.
A smile takes over your face reading it, and it stays there when you get your head up and your eyes meet Donghyuck, who's laying relaxed on the couch with the little fur ball on top of his belly. He has his cute transparent glasses on, and he's wearing some comfy pants and a hoodie that makes him look incredibly cozy and huggable.
His eyes find yours, and an arm extends in your direction, inviting you to join him on the couch with a pat besides his spot. His body radiates an enveloping heat that makes you forget it's winter, but it seems that it's not enough for Donghyuck, who grabs one of the soft blankets laying around the couch and puts it over the three of you.
The characteristic sound of Netflix reaches your ears and then Donghyuck is looking for the drama that you started watching together a couple of weeks ago, from your homes and when you both had some free time through Netflix Party. The third episode of My First True Love starts playing on the TV screen while you wait for the food you ordered earlier, and you feel content. Everything about the situation is too domestic and feels familiar, and you're not surprised when you think that you wouldn't mind getting used to this.
What is a surprise is when Donghyuck puts his arm over your head and offers you to get closer to him, resting a little more on his body.
"This is nice." You hear him say, almost in a whisper. The midday sun illuminates almost as much as his smile when you look up at him.
"It is," you agree, focusing once again at the TV (because looking at him was making you melt inside.)
"We could do it more often."
And by the increasing rate of his heart and the soft caresses in your hair, you knew he didn't mean just babysitting Daegal.
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(Still) Friday, 04:02 p.m.
Donghyuck wakes up from his nap on the couch to the smell of coffee and missing the warmth from his two personal heaters, Daegal and you, who he remembers were still with him before he fell asleep. He sits and stretches in his place before moving towards the kitchen, where he already visualized your figure in front of the counter, with your back to him. You don't seem to notice him, so as he walks into the kitchen, he makes sure to greet you with a little hello.
You just look over your right shoulder at him, but you have to raise your head because Donghyuck is closer than expected. You greet him in the same way, but with a sweet smile on your face. "Hi, Hyuck."
Now that Donghyuck is so close, he can notice that the smell of coffee is coming from the machine in front of you that is filling two mugs with particular writings: one says 'best dad in the world', and the other says 'MARK' in big colorful letters (someone also took it upon themselves to print a photo of Mark holding a watermelon on it.)
"Chenle's mugs are fucking weird, don't you think?"
Donghyuck laughs hearing your question and decides to explain. "These are part of an inside joke. Chenle always says someone like Mark would be his ideal son, so your brother got these made for Chenle for last year's fathers' day." He finishes standing against the counter by your side, and thanks you when you handle him a warm home-made latte.
Donghyuck can't take coffee so well since most of the time it makes his stomach hurt, and you know this.
"You don't have to drink it. I remember you're not good with coffee," you tell him, but it's too late when Donghyuck's already sipping the first drink.
Yeah, he might have to use Chenle's bathroom later, but he's willing to face a shit rather than miss out on the opportunity to share a coffee made by you, on a winter afternoon where it's just the two of you and the sun filtering through the kitchen window falling on your face.
"I just thought it would've been disrespectful not making you one too."
You finish your sentence but smile watching him enjoying the coffee anyway, and Donghyuck thinks that maybe, just maybe, he's a little in love with you.
So he takes a deep breath, takes a lot of courage, and sets out to do what works best for him when it comes to you: pretend he's joking when in reality he's only on the verge of confessing his feelings. "Do I have something in my lips?"
"You do, actually," you answer his question pointing at your own upper lip with your finger to make him understand. "A little bit of foam around here–"
"Please do the Secret Garden scene."
"What?"
He's not hesitant to repeat it. Donghyuck internally questions himself though, wondering where all this confidence has come from. Because, yes, Donghyuck is very confident, naturally. But not when it comes to you. His knees go weak and his stomach starts to ache with nerves when he thinks of things like kissing you. In that sense, he will not waste this sudden confidence-rush.
"Please do the Secret Garden with me."
And this time around he can confirm you understood 100% what he means because your laugh and your punch on his arm indicate it. He notices it might be a reflex act of yours—punching people in the arm when you get nervous or don't know what to retort. He's glad he won't have to worry about punching mean guys when he makes you his girlfriend, though; you'll probably take care of that yourself.
Donghyuck still catches you staring at his lips the moment he gets rid of the foam with his tongue. And when you snap out of your trance, your eyes meet Donghyuck's and his eyebrows that move up and down, just to tease you a little more. A mischievous smile is also adorning his face.
He only watches you shake your head while your cheeks grow red, even when you try to hide it behind that big mug with the picture of your brother holding the watermelon.
"Anyway," he decides it will be better to change subjects. "Where's Daegal?"
"I thought she was sleeping with you?" You ask before you start looking around the place for the little fur ball.
"I mean, she was as long as I remember." Donghyuck watches you leave the kitchen and move around the living room, checking every corner for the dog you two were supposed to sacrifice your life for if needed (that's how Chenle described the seriousness of the duty). "You were too…" But you're far enough not to hear the disappointment in Donghyuck's voice after waking up all alone.
"She wasn't here when you woke up?" you ask, standing in front of the couch.
Donghyuck shakes his head no. You start picking up the tangle of blankets and throwing them in the direction of Donghyuck, who hardly catches them in his arms. It's confirmed that Daegal hasn't been trapped under the blankets and at least she hasn't suffocated to death. Although that doesn't give any of you any comfort; the doggie still is nowhere around.
"Oh my fucking god," you say, trapping your head in your hands. "We lost Chenle's dog."
"She has to be somewhere around."
"We lost Chenle's dog and we didn't even go out with her," he hears you repeat all the way from Chenle's bedroom, where Donghyuck checks if the little dog is hiding. He looks under the bed, inside the closet, and inside the bathroom, only to find nothing. "We must be the dumbest babysitters in the world," you finish when he's back in the living room.
He looks down at the watch on his wrist and notices it's almost four thirty, which makes him start to sweat from the nerves. "Chenle's about to come back. We need to find this dog right now."
"Chenle's gonna kill us."
"y/n, just look for the dog."
"He will find out and probably hire a contract killer to deal with us for losing his baby." Donghyuck sees your desperation and calls your name once more, but you don't listen to him. "I'll never see Baekhyun live again!"
And the doorbell rings, followed by a knock on the door and Chenle's screams coming from outside, telling you to let him in.
"Fuck my life," Donghyuck mutters and goes to open the door.
"Hyuck!" you hiss while following him closely. "What are you gonna tell him?"
He silences you, looking back at you and placing his index finger over his lips. Donghyuck takes a deep breath, puts his hand on the handle, sweats a little more despite fighting to calm his nerves, and finally opens the door. Mark is the first to enter, anyway, and he doesn't greet any of you; he simply calls for Daegal, and Donghyuck knows that this is the moment where he should start begging Chenle to let him keep his life and promise him that he will find another dog that looks exactly like–
"Daegal!"
Like the little white ball of fur in your brother's arms.
Donghyuck looks back at you once more, his eyes and mouth wide open in astonishment, and you return an equally astonished look.
"Thanks guys for taking good care of the baby," Chenle says once he's done greeting his dog, who appeared literally out of nowhere and left you and Donghyuck stressed enough for probably three or four months. "She didn't give you any problem, right?"
"Oh, no. Definitely, no." Donghyuck and you are quick to deny at the same time, which might sound a little suspicious as Chenle looks at both of you with narrowed eyes.
Then, he's moving his head to focus his gaze on the mess you left behind when you were rummaging through the couch and the blankets, looking for the dog. "Alright, lovebirds. Then I hope that disaster isn't because you two fucked on my couch while I was gone."
part two coming next week !
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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟰]
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synopsis. you got your period & satoru bought too many pads.
words. 996
warnings. reader cusses like once
note. i got my period and thought, hey why not turn this into some cute fluff for the series 😔🤞🏻
comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3
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odd.
no calls, no text messages and the ones satoru sent you all remained on delivered.
usually, you’d ask satoru how megumi was doing, ask for pictures of the dogs, but this time it felt like your very presence was erased from the face of earth aka the display of his phone. a coil of worry sat in his abdomen like a snake, just waiting to crawl up his neck and slowly suffocate him before it’d eventually eat him up in one go.
“are you still alive?”
after thirty minutes of no reply, satoru got up from his seat on the couch and made his way over to your apartment. with a spare key — which you’d given him for emergencies — he unlocked your door with a quiet creak. “[name]?” he called out carefully, but got no reply. satoru swore he heard a shuffling of blankets from the living room.
with the curtains half-drawn, only a few sunrays dappled the living room. on the coffee table rested an empty pack of painkillers, a half-empty bottle of water and an empty bowl of chili chips. the tv was still running on the lowest volume, playing some movie satoru didn’t care about; not when you laid on the couch curled in on yourself and buried underneath a fluffy blanket like a hedgehog.
“satoru?” you raised your head from the pillow and rubbed some sleep from your eyes. you’d been taking a nap, satoru guessed.
taking a seat on your couch, satoru peered into your tired eyes and the pained expression painted across your face when you moved. “you look like shit,” he deadpanned, “what’s up? you haven’t been answering any of my messages.”
with a little hiss slipping through your teeth, you sat up on the soft cushion. a hot water bottle was stuffed in the waistline of your sweatpants. “sorry. i got my period and i’ve been feeling like shit all day. thanks for pointing it out, by the way.”
there was a little tug at satoru’s heartstrings when he saw your face so unusually pale and the discomfort in your body. he knew there was little he could do, yet he still asked. “is there anything i can do for you?”
satoru was too good for his own good. he didn’t have to check up on you and make sure you were alright. after all, you were supposed to be nothing but his son’s babysitter. or nanny. or whatever satoru called that arrangement. yet, here he was, in your home and looking at you with eyes that betrayed the worry in his abdomen. how could you refuse such an offer? you couldn’t, that’s how.
“actually..could you fetch me some pads and painkillers? i’d go myself but– oh fuck.”
as another cramp seemed to stab your womb, satoru gently put his palms on the slope of your shoulders and pushed you back down onto the soft cushion of your couch. to see you so out of commission tugged at his heartstrings in way it probably shouldn’t. “say no more. you just rest. i’ll be right back.”
all you managed was an affirmative grunt and a nod of your head before satoru made his way out of your four cozy walls to fetch you some pads and painkillers.
about half an hour later, he came back with a bag of the things you asked for and some salty and sweet snacks as well as some heat patches for your lower back.
“..why’d you get so many pads? these are enough to last me a year.” a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled out item after item.
satoru shrugged his shoulders, a sheepish smile on his handsome face. “you didn’t specify which pads you needed, so i asked the lady in the aisle for help. well, in the end, i wanted to be sure and bought a little bit of everything.” he filled the bowl on your coffee table with some salty chips and stole one or two chips for his own before letting you have a taste. “i think i did a good job. i made sure all of them have wings, too!”
laughter bubbled in the back of your throat and for a moment, you forgot that your uterus was made of knives – or maybe it was thanks to the painkillers you had swallowed. “yeah. you did the best job.”
when your praise went in his ear like sweet honey and you looked at him with those sweet eyes, satoru swore his heart skipped a beat under his ribs. a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long, but it wasn’t too bad. at least, it was better than the snake of worry in his tummy.
“you didn’t have to buy all these things though,” you said and turned around so satoru could reveal the skin of your lower back. with careful fingers, satoru stuck the heat patches to your skin before pulling your shirt back down.
“you’re right. i didn’t have to, but i wanted to,” satoru replied, sitting back on the couch and casually draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you a bit closer to him. “besides, you looked so miserable that i took pity on you.”
“..i’m gonna pretend like i didn’t hear the last part,” you grumbled and snuggled up to the taller man who took up half of your couch, but you didn’t mind. in fact, you appreciated the warmth he radiated and so willingly shared with you.
satoru found a piece of home as you were cuddled into his side and watched the movie running on tv. how sweet it was to have a pretty woman in his arm, finding amusement in the silly lines of the characters and eventually snoring away on his shoulder like it was where you belonged.
satoru made a mental note to come by in four weeks again when your period would start just so you’d let him cuddle you.
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temis-de-leon · 1 month
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Obey Me and Lonely MC
How I imagine the very few moments before MC was summoned to the Devildom
Gender neutral reader (please correct me If I'm wrong)
Masterlist
CW: angst, panicking and body pain, nothing explicit, college student MC sharing apartment, shitty college experience, lonely MC but the sad type of lonely, they're kinda depressed. Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer welcome MC, but they're barely there
Please enjoy!
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You only had time to close the door before the floor under your feet started sinking like quicksand, bending in waves and violently shaking your body.
Everything beyond the entrance seemed completely normal: the wood was as hard as it could be and the tiles shone as they always did, yellow and cheap thanks to the faded lights in the apartment.
Still, nothing there was brighter than whatever the fuck was illuminating your body from underneath. Where exactly you weren't sure, but it came from below.
It was weird.
It was too much.
You threw your backpack away from you, your computer possibly breaking with the fall under the weight of multiple books, before rummaging through all your pockets in search of your phone.
There had to be someone you could call. Someone. Anyone.
The blood pumped in you ears and your fingers struggled to unlock the screen while you screamed your roommates' names with a trembling voice.
You were alone.
How in fucking hell could you be alone?
Maybe you were dreaming or hallucinating! Stress could do that to you, right? Exams had been hectic those days and your sleeping habits had been disastrous for weeks, often leaving you empty at best and anhedonic at worst. That had to be it! Your brain was malfunctioning due to sleep depravation and high cortisol levels, also causing a decrease in balance and a permanent state of alert.
You were unnecessaryly panicking because your body was tired. It was as simple as that.
You. Were. Fine.
So you let your knees give up, wincing a little when they hit the floor. Your coat, always your favourite, was warm as a blanket and taking it off felt like a herculean task.
Your body followed its own weight, leaning forward until your hands touched the wood and kneaded like it was some kind of weird bread dough before you fully laid down. You felt as if it was absorbing your energy, draining it completely and making you lose your vision.
You thought you saw red surrounding your siluette in a circle, but your mind was too far gone by then, too tired to process anything that catched your brain's attention.
It could've been seconds or hours until you opened your eyes again. The possibility of being days was also there, but how could you be sure?
Flesh hard under your skin and blood slow through your veins, there was nothing you could feel but pain and the faint smell of sulfur.
Was there a leakage in the building?
And since when did your apartment have such high ceilings? Made of stone with stained glass... You'd never seen them, haven't you? You'd remember if you did.
Someone was talking to you. Not any of your roommates, of that you were sure. The voice was too deep.
You sat like a spring, dizzy and too aware of your surroundings, adrenaline kicking in. It did smell like sulfur, but it was going away, letting your nose catch instead what was probably a really expensive cologne.
There were men around you, you realized, all staring at your perplexed expression with amusement, as if you were a new addition to the zoo. And they were tall. Like... tall tall.
One of them, dressed in red, spoke to you again, but your ears were clogged. You weren't intentionally ignoring him, you just couldn't hear a single shit. You could barely hear your own heartbeat.
Were you still alive?
"Hey... Ah!"
Your voice sounded like a whisper for only one second, but it was enough to pop your ears and make you scream and grab the sides of your head in anguish. Someone, not the one in red, spoke again in a tongue you didn't recognize and made the pain disappear like mist.
"... where you are?"
"Human"
"Human! Answer the prince!"
What fucking prince?
"What?" you finally asked in a creaky voice.
"Do you know where you are?"
The redhead spoke one final time. He seemed to be the nicest one, but you couldn't fully trust the tallest dude you'd ever seen who also had yellow eyes.
Not light brown. Yellow. Bright yellow.
"I don't know, man... Hell?"
You were being sarcastic, but the smile in his face told you something completely unexpected.
"You see, Lucifer? Barbatos? They seem to be aware of their surroundings!"
"I'm not sure that's the case, my Lord"
Hell.
You were in hell? Of course you were.
It did make sense once you thought about it. Come on! Floor sinking under your feet? And your dumbass believed it was due to stress! How could it be stress, dummy? Hell was the obvious answer!
Although conscious, you became too foggy to coherently answer any of their following questions. It sounded like they already knew what they wanted to hear and they were just making sure you also knew it.
Name, age, gender, nationality... Not even your rommates knew half of that, so how did they?
Maybe you were schizophrenic. How far could schizophrenia go?
"So, do you agree?"
The redhead with yellow eyes... A demon? Lord Diavolo. The Prince of Hell.
He looked at you with childish eagerness. Lucifer and Barbatos, if those were their actual names, didn't seem as happy.
Diavolo wasn't asking for your permission. If he actually wanted your permission, he would've sent you a letter or even waited for you in your own apartment like a creep. But you were already there. Asking that was just courtesy. Politeness.
You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, maintaining direct eye contact with him.
You remembered your backpack, computer surely broken and library books all wrinkled and smelly, reeking of mold. The two roommates that never came to your rescue and your inability to think of someone that would come in a second just because you needed help.
You'd be an unsolved crime. A YouTube clickbait.
That seemed better than letting college steal your money and will to live before throwing you to the wolves.
"Sure, man, why not?"
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Fool For Love
part 2
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part 1
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Author’ Note: For one, I’m still on my first play-through and this will definitely stray from canon, but hopefully some things will give a nod to some of the actual events in the game. (Also there will be no Wyll or Minthara because I haven’t gotten to know them for…reasons 👀)
(As for when this takes place, I’m thinking around late act 1, early act 2-ish)
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Astarion x reader/Tav
Tags: (mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, eventual happy ending
Summary: You thought knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… Now you do. And the question is, how will you deal with it?
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“Have you been crying, Tav?”
Fuck. You should’ve known Karlach would notice. “Yes,” you admit, knowing it’s no use lying. “Nightmare,” you add, because it’s not entirely untrue.
“Ah, yeah, that’ll do it.” The hand Karlach places on your shoulder feels reassuring. Supportive without a speck of judgement. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it, you know.”
You smile, because you don’t know what you have done to deserve such a great friend like her. “Be careful,” you laugh, “otherwise I might take you up on that offer.” Gods knows you’re in need of someone to confide in. It’s just that you’re not a hundred percent sure she’s not one of Astarion’s other conquests.
“My tent is always open for you, Tav. I hope you know that.” Karlach’s soft smile quirks into a grin as her eyes shift to look at something over your shoulder. “Oh, hi, Fangs. Trying to sneak up on Tav, are you?”
“And a good morning to you too, Karlach.” You don’t need to see him to know that he’s rolling his eyes. “Of course not, I just did not want to break up what looked like an intimate moment.”
Strange. Underneath the snark, Astarion almost sounds… jealous. That doesn’t make the least bit sense, so you brush the notion away.
“Nothing intimate about it,” you press out. “Just Karlach being a good friend.” One deep breath, and then you turn around to face him. It takes all of your determination, but you make sure to keep a neutral expression. Except you catch his eyes narrowing, and too late you realise that he, too, notices the small but telling signs of the tears you shed not even an hour ago. Unlike Karlach, he keeps his thoughts to himself, because of course he does. You’re not even sure why you’re not surprised, but deep down you knew he wouldn’t acknowledge it.
You momentarily stop breathing when the truth slams into you like a blow to the gut: he doesn’t care enough to ask. Or if he does, asking could mean complicating things he wants to keep simple.
“Tav?”
You hear Astarion addressing you, but you’re stuck inside your own head now. Of course he doesn’t want to know. Freedom and survival are the key factors driving Astarion in everything he does, and getting entangled with you beyond pleasure and safety — and feeding — could compromise both of those things. While he probably does consider you a friend at this point, it’s only surface-level. In all honesty you can’t blame him. After all he’s been through, trust doesn’t come easy to him.
You could hold a grudge for the lies he told you, but the truth is, you went into this with your eyes wide open. You could’ve called him out on it, but you were so curious about what it would lead to that you let him believe that you were fooled.
“Tav?”
A cool hand on your arm snaps you back to the here and now.
“Sorry, did you say something?” He’s eyeing you warily, and you wonder fleetingly how he would react if you told him the half-lie about the nightmares.
Astarion’s brow twitches as he opens his mouth to speak. “Tav–”
“Gooood morning, everyone!”
Gale. Of course. “Good morning, Gale.” Not letting yourself ponder what Astarion might’ve been meaning to say, you fling yourself at the opportunity of a new topic of conversation as if it was the last potion of healing in an otherwise empty pouch. “Aren’t you chipper this morning?”
“I saw a falling star just before going to bed last night, and it felt like a sign that this day would be an exceptionally good one.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Speaking of.” Lowering his voice, Gale slides closer to your side. “I was thinking of doing some stargazing tonight. Want to join me? The sky should be clear enough for it.”
You can feel Astarion’s eyes on you. “Sure,” you hear yourself say, immediately regretting it.
“Perfect!”
“What’s perfect?”
Saved by the Tiefling. “Gale says tonight should be perfect for stargazing.” When you turn around to face her, there’s no Astarion in sight. That should feel like a relief, and yet, you can help but worry. Why that is is beyond you, but the guilt is still there, confusing you even more.
“That’s not–”
“Why don’t you join us? We can ask the rest of the group too.”
“Excellent idea, Tav!”
“Mm, yes. Excellent.”
Gale sounds disappointed, but it’s better this way. If you were more callous you would use Gale to try to get Astarion out of your system and out of your heart, but that is out of the question now. During your weeks together, he has become a friend. They all have.
Perhaps you can find yourself a handsome druid when you all go back to the Grove to trade with the merchant Arron later today. If for nothing else, you desperately need to work on your flirting game because it has never been your strong suit to begin with.
“Tav?”
“Yes, Halsin?” You don’t know it, but the druid can tell that something is troubling you.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, never been better.” If you keep saying it out loud you might perhaps believe it at some point.
“Right.” His seemingly all-knowing eyes scan you up and down, making you feel like he can see into the deepest parts of your heart and mind. You’re not entirely sure that he can’t. “I heard from Karlach that you’re going to the Grove,” he continues after a moment of heavy silence. “I have other business to attend to today, but I wanted to ask if you could do me a favour while you’re there.”
Your body relaxes with relief. “Yes, we are. What do you want me to do?”
The fictitious druid can wait for another time.
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shower sex with 07 raph?! 🤭😩
Shower Sex (18+)
2007!Raphael x reader
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A/N: And two weeks later, it is finally here! Some quick shower sew with Raphie boy! Hope you enjoy❤️
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All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Sex (of course. Very creative of me), spelling.
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“Fuck”, Raph groaned as he slowly pulled out of you your still swollen cunt. You whimpered at the loss of Raph’s cock, filling empty as you clung around nothing. Raph down beside you, his eyes closed with heavy breathing, sweat running down his skin, just like yours. “That was exactly what I needed”.
You chuckled at your boyfriend, snuggling closer to him, feeling his toned arm wrap around you. “Too tired for a second round?”, you asked in a teasing tone, resting your head on his chest, sneaking your weak naked legs around his, whimpering slightly at the small pain in your muscles.
“I’m never too tired for a second around”, Raph laughed, pulling you in closer to him. “But I could use a shower”.
“Me too”, you said, grimacing at the smell that came from your sweaty skin. You could only imagine how badly you smelled to your boyfriend with his heightened sense of smell. It could not be nice.
You and Raph went into your bathroom, turning on the shower head, letting it run as you got ready. Finding towels for the two of you, making sure they were ready when you got out of the shower. Raph took off his bandana, before reaching a hand into the shower, feeling the temperature, acting like he couldn’t feel your eyes on the back of his head.
You often found yourself staring at Raph, wondering how you could have been so lucky to have a boyfriend like him, admiring his features when you thought he wasn’t looking. A mutant turtle with the wildest stamina, and the most caring personality you had ever encountered. He was incredibly handsome and extremely talented in everything he did. He was everything you could have ever wanted and yet so much better.
Your eyes traveled over Raph’s body, the curve of his shell and the form of his toned muscles, and how they flexed whenever he moved, along with the soft movements of his small tail that poked out underneath his shell. Your thoughts went straight to what you and Raph had been doing in your bathroom just a few moments ago. How he had been pounding into you, keeping you moaning and whimpering in absolute bliss. The small flashback made your stomach tingle, a small rush of excitement running down between your legs.
Raph turned to you, his eyes doing a quick run over of your still naked body, lingering at your mount between your thighs. Even with the water running next to him, he knew what you were feeling. He could smell it, a smirk spreading on his face.
“Like what you’re seeing?”, he asked, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine, directly towards your lower region, only making your sweet scent stronger for Raph’s nose. There were still times where he almost couldn’t believe that this was real. You, such a beautiful human, being in love with him, your body reacting to him in such beautiful ways.
“Of course I do”, you said, taking a few steps towards him, your soft fingertips reaching for his toned biceps. “I could stare at you for hours”.
“You’re saying it like you don’t do that already”, Raph chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, keeping his still wet hand inside the shower. His dry hand going a little lower on your back, reaching closer and closer to your ass, slowly grabbing on to it, enjoying the small sound that came out of you. “You stare like I haven’t just fucked your brains out a moment ago”.
You bit your lip, not sure what to say. Raph would always shock you with such comments, causing excitement to build up inside of you. The glint in his eyes and the smirk that played in his lips. You could feel the heat build up between your legs, slowly moving them together in an attempt to create some type of fiction. And Raph loved it when his straight-forward comments did such things to you.
“I can’t help it”, you smiled, feeling your cheeks getting hot, not from embarrassment but by the increasing beat of your heart. Yet another bit to your lips as you took in his features once more. The things just the sight of him could do to you. You still remembered the days before you got together, where you could only pleasure yourself to the thought of him. “You just look too good for me not to stare”.
Raph chuckled, pulling you with him under the rushing water of the shower head. You hummed in delight at the comfortable temperature, as it fell over you and Raph, wetting your skin and slowly washing the sweat off, drop by drop.
The hand that still rested on your butt cheek another squish, making your jump a little, your eyes meeting his playful once. Obviously your previous comment had stroked his ego just the right way, making his thoughts and hands tingle with the desire to feel around your skin once more.
You didn’t get to say a word before his lips found yours in a playful kiss, just like they had done inside your bedroom. You hummed against his lips and rested your arms around his neck, parting your mouth slightly as his tongue asked for entrance.
Raph’s other hand found your other ass cheek, pulling you closer to him, grinding you ever so slowly against his cloaca, churning as small sounds escaped your lips, being just loud enough for him to hear through the sound of water hitting the bathroom tiles.
One of the hands went from your ass, slowly over your hip, getting closer and closer to the growing heat between your legs, that was only getting stronger. Stronger for your nerves, and stronger for Raph’s nose.
“Already ready for round two?”, he asked in a low voice, that almost made you close your breath, as his lips still lingered against yours. His hand dipping down between your legs, doing a smooth sweep over your already slick folds, making sure to give your still sensitive clit a small flick, making you shiver at his touch.
“I’m always ready for you, Raph”, you smiled, leaning your head back just a little.
In one swift move, Raph picked you up, once again with both hands on your cheeks in order to support you. You yelped and brought your legs around his torso, as far as his shell allowed you to. He was quick to press you up against the tile wall, making you squirm a little as your back came into contact with the cold stone. However you soon felt warmth spread through you once more, as you felt Raph press his cloaca up against your entrance, lining himself up with you.
“Then let’s skip the foreplay”, he groaned as he slowly humped against you, listening to your heavy breathing. “I’m going to drop straight into you”.
You whimpered a little, feeling yourself getting wetter by his words. Raph had never been a Shakspear, but his words did something to you everytime. Making you hot and excited for when he would fill you out, even if he had done so a little earlier in the day.
“Please do it, Raph”, you whimpered, clinging onto him as he continuously grounded himself against you, already feeling the desire burn inside of you at the thought of him filling your freshly fucked cunt up once again.
“I love it when you’re eager”, Raph growled with that self satisfied smirk of his, feeling himself getting closer and closer to drop inside of you. His lips found yours once again, pressing himself closer to you, you breast pressed up against his plastron - a feeling both of you loved.
You gasped, your mouth open wide as you felt Raph drop into you, stretching your very sensitive walls as made his way into you. Raph groaned, not letting you relax before he was fully inside of you, your walls instinctively clinging around his shaft and sensitive head.
With the water still raining down over you, Raph started moving, pulling himself out of you before pushing back in, making you rest your head against the wall.
“How can you always feel so good?”, Raph asked between thrust, slightly increasing his speed, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck!”
The sound of your wet skin slapping together started to echo against the tile walls, only becoming faster and faster as you bounced against the wall, Raph’s dick hitting the most amazing spots inside of you.
You were surprised at how fast the pressure was building in your lower region. You blamed the good fucking Raph had given you just before the shower, and all of your overly sensitive spots, but you could not complain. It felt amazing, just like any other time Raph pounding into you.
Raph felt your walls slowly close around him, groaning as he rested his head against your shoulder, pressing small kisses to your pulse point.
“Raph!”, you called out, your nails digging into his skin. “Keep going! Fuck! I’m getting close!”
Raph growled, quickly pulling your legs up over his forearms, before thrusting into you once again, his speed only getting greater, the bottom of his plastron rubbing deliciously against your clit. You cried out in pleasure, not caring one bit that your neighbors might have gotten very tired of you at that point.
Your toes started to curl as you felt yourself getting closer and closer, fighting to ground yourself with the grip you had on Raph’s shoulder, the water rolling down your body making all of your nerve endings light on fire, along with Raph’s heavy breathing and beautiful voice.
With a scream of pleasure, your second orgasm of the day rolled over you, causing your walls to clench around Raph, pushing him over the edge as well. With a loud and raspy moan, Raph came, emptying himself inside of you with each of his strokes.
Raph got ready to pull out, only for you to stop him, still with your legs over his forearms.
“Not yet”, you breathed, remembering how empty you felt when he pulled out of you earlier. “Just a little longer”.
Raph chuckled with a slight head shake, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re something else, (Y/N)”, he said, making sure he had a good hold on you. With his strength, he could easily hold you up for a little longer. “Thought we agreed to take a shower”.
“Just a moment”, you smiled tiredly. “And then a third round after a few snacks”.
“Deal”.
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Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. Where y/n and Harry have their last night together.
Warning: smut!!! penetration, anal, shibari, dirty talk, spanking, whipping, being tied up, overstimulation, mention of safeword, daddy kink, dirty talk, spitting.
This is an age-gap romance, do not read if you don’t like it.
Word count: 23k+
Author’s note: I have once again had to split up my chapters due to word count because I got carried away... anyway. Most of this is smut, a little is Harry being annoying and lying (what's new).
This is a visual for the shibari used! If I have gotten anything wrong in terms of shibari techniques or anything else, PLEASE let me know. I did a lot of research, but I'm still an amateur so if I've misconstructed anything I'd love to be educated to better my writing. Happy Reading!
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You had been anxiously sitting around waiting for Harry for what felt like forever.
After the phone call with Harry and the new steps you had to take to prepare for tonight, the rest of your plans didn’t change a lot. You lounged around for a couple hours then took Archie for a walk and managed to walk all the way to Clancy’s to get a sorbet before walking back home and demolishing it on the way.
With all the walking you had done today you were absolutely famished, but Harry recommended to not eat a lot until dinner, so you settled on a light smoothie before you decided it was time to start prepping.
You were fucking terrified to be honest, and it kinda felt like the first time you ever put a tampon in. Not the physical sensation, because it was a completely different hole and it was nothing like using a tampon, but the mental experience. You didn’t know what it was meant to feel like or if you were doing it correctly.
Not having Harry there to guide you kinda sucked because you were used to having him always there when you were trying new things. But you also would’ve been mortified to have him be near you while you were spraying water in your ass and pushing it all out into the toilet over and over again.
It wasn’t a glamorous feeling or experience at all and you weren’t even sure if you’d ever want to do it again. You could admit though that you felt very cleansed afterwards, but it was an odd sensation to be walking around Harry’s house just feeling so empty.
He was adamant on you doing everything in his house and you weren’t particularly sure why. He wanted you to shower there and doing everything you needed to do before you left to go do your makeup and hair. Because of that you were suffering terribly all through doing your makeup.
The plug you put in was probably half the size as you had used before with Harry, but it was still enough to fill you up and stretch you in a way that made you horny beyond relief. If it weren’t for the loud music you had on and the one drink you had just to take the edge off, you would’ve been panting and writhing for hours.
Which is exactly what you were doing now.
Harry told you that he’d be home around 6:30pm so you’d both be ready for a 7:30pm dinner reservation. You made sure you were ready a bit earlier than that so you could relax a bit and wait for him to get home, but all that did was make you nervous and incredibly horny.
The house was quiet and not even mindless scrolling through tiktok could help distract you from the fullness between your thighs and how wet it had made you. The pretty lingerie set underneath was barely containing your arousal. Your nipples were hard as anything and pushing through the material of your bra to your dress and your underwear was already soaked with how wet you were.
The more you shifted your thighs the more your clit just ached, so you had to will yourself to spread your thighs apart and focus on your phone instead of the problem between your legs.
You weren’t even sure if your outfit was appropriate for tonight. When you texted Harry later on in the day and asked what you should wear, all you got back was ‘something nice’. He was the driest fucking texter in the world and it was almost painful to get a response out of him, but you just couldn’t be bothered calling. After a bit more pushing, he confirmed that dinner tonight was nicer than your lunch yesterday, which gave you some idea on what to wear.
You settled on a black linen midi dress and a pair of chunky heels to dress it up a bit more. If Harry didn’t like it, he could tell you to change, and you would without any issues. But there weren’t a lot of nicer dresses or outfits in your cupboard that didn’t look like a clubbing outfit, business attire or was simply just too casual for tonight.
Archie’s sudden barking alerted you to Harry’s presence. For the first time in a long time, you took your time in greeting him at his front door. It would be the last time you ever greeted him before your weekly dinner, and you were trying to savour the entire experience as you walked down the hall from his lounge room to go open the door.
You were also incredibly nervous to see him properly after your little outburst last night and the phone conversation you had today.
Harry’s voice was heard before you even saw him due to him entering before you even got there, having his usual ‘hi buddy, how are you? Did you have a good day?’ chat he had with Archie every day. He started to question if you were even there, even asked Archie too until he heard your footsteps coming closer then you emerge from the hallway, looking utterly gorgeous.
Just seeing you sent a rush of exhilaration through Harry’s body, and his attention quickly switched from Archie to you. His eyes widened slightly, and he looked you up and down to take in every single detail of your outfit, hair and makeup.
Your sweet perfume filled the room, and he had a craving of having it all over his body. He wanted you all over his body. Your scent… your soft skin… your delicate touch then your rougher one when your manicured nails dug into his skin… your arousal, slick and sweet and tangy all over his mouth and cock. He wanted it all.
He wanted you.
“Wow, love. You look absolutely breathtaking” he breathed, walking towards you to meet you halfway.
His brief case was dropped near the front door like usual, as was his suit jacket from being too warm after wearing it all day. You blushed and had to tip your head up a little to keep eye contact with him, your hands landing on his upper arms when his grabbed onto your waist and pulled you closer.
“Thank you.” you looked down at your outfit then back at him, “Is this okay for tonight? I can change if it isn’t”
“No.” he shook his head firmly, squeezing your waist.
The dress fit you like a glove and showed off your figure perfectly. He had a good handle on his self-control but the way your cleavage was perfectly supported and shown just enough to tease him and have his mind racing made him struggle not to just rip it off you already.
Harry knew what was underneath, and what was underneath that and deep inside you. He had been thinking about it since that phone call you two had and he was barely able to get any work done all fucking day.
“it’s perfect. You’re perfect”
You bit your lip and tried to control the heat rising up your neck. Your fingers dug into his arms a little and as you went to reply he quickly spoke again. “Don’t do that…” his hand cupped your jaw, and his thumb tugged your lip free from your teeth, dipping into your mouth so his fingertip got wet. Your body was frozen in place, already flustered like he hadn’t done that same move a hundred times already. “Drives me fucking crazy when you do that and we have a reservation we can’t be late for” he smirked and looked between your eyes, his eyes dipping to your mouth momentarily.
The way he was staring at you had your entire body coming alive with need. You were already so so needy just thinking about tonight and from the jewelled butt plug but being in Harry’s presence was making it 10 times worse.
“I’m just going to shower and quickly get changed, alright darling? Sit your pretty self in the living room and I’ll come get you. Okay?” he said softly, dragging his thumb down your lip before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean. Your eyes drew to his mouth as you nodded and replied a soft ‘okay’.
If you didn’t stop looking at his mouth he was going to ravish you. He hadn’t kissed you yet nor did he plan on doing so. Tonight, was all about the tease, delayed gratification if you will.
He left to go shower and change while you headed back to the living room and distracted yourself on your phone again. Archie had followed Harry upstairs since he missed him which left you alone with your thoughts.
The brain-numbing entertainment on your phone seemed to lull your brain trying to scream at you to realise the significance that tonight was, but you just didn’t want to think about it.
You wanted to live in a pretend dream world just for tonight otherwise you’d get upset and that was the last thing you wanted. You didn’t want Harry comforting you tonight, you just wanted to enjoy your physical connection with him and explore the many things you hadn’t yet.
This dinner was important and bittersweet, but if you thought about it too much, you’d start to pick it apart and focus on the things that made you upset about it.
“Alright, love. You have everything?” Harry asked, walking into the room. The sound of his voice made your head tip up from your phone and when your eyes landed on him your entire body tensed.
Oh my fucking god.
Green. All you saw was green, and it wasn’t envy. No, it was a gorgeous deep emerald green suit; a pair of slim fitting pants and jacket to match with little white embroidery details at the cuffs and chest. He paired it with a satin light silvery green button up that was tucked in and only had the bottom two buttons done up.
You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think or articulate any words. His entire fucking chest was on display. Those yummy chest hairs littered across made you ravenous, and all you could think about was that cross necklace and those little dainty pearls of his dangling in your face as he fucked you. His hair was a little messy, less pulled back and slick than how he wore it to work and it just made him look so incredibly boyish and young.
God, he just looked gorgeous.
You didn’t even hear his question, and he was too busy running those damn ringed fingers through his hair to notice right away until your obvious silence registered to him. “Y/n?” he questioned, a smirk growing on his lips as he took in your expression.
“I’m sorry… what did you say?” you tried to shake out of your lust daze and stood up, grabbing your little shoulder bag and phone.
“I said, do you have everything. Are you ready to go?” he repeated slowly, making sure you understood every word. He watched as you walked up to him, unapologetically checking him out even though you weren’t trying to make it obvious.
“Yeah… I’m.. I’m ready to go” you smiled, trying not to pass out when you got a whiff of his freshly applied aftershave as you approached him. He smelt fresh and clean, and the heavy scent of his aftershave was quite literally making your mouth salivate.
“A little distracted, are you? You know I don’t like when your attention isn’t focused on me” he cocked his head and grabbed onto your waist, pulling you flush against him then tipping your head up to look at him.
“My attention is focused on you, I promise” you replied sheepishly, blushing and just wanting to run your hands all over him. The urge to press your palms flat against his exposed chest was almost too compelling to fight.
“Just not on my words, though? Feels rather objectifying having you stare at me like I’m a piece of meat” he joked, cockiness oozing with every word. He stared at you like that all the time. ‘Objectifying’ wasn’t even in the realm of words that he’d use to describe how he felt when you did it back.
“We both know objectified isn’t how you feel, Harry” you snorted, tentatively grabbing onto his collar to feel the silky material of his shirt. When Harry joked around with you it made it easy for you to do it back. If he had said some out-of-pocket sexual phrase you only would’ve gotten flustered and unable to throw anything back. God, you wished you had a bit of wine for courage. “You look really good” you mumbled, looking up from where your attention was focused on your hands playing with his shirt. “I think this might be my new favourite suit of yours”
“I love when you compliment me, it’s a real boost to my ego” he smirked, sliding his arm around your waist and turning so you two could start walking to the front door.
“I don’t think it needs any more boosting” you rolled your eyes, wincing when he pinched your hip.
“Don’t be cheeky. Having an ego is healthy. It’s important to have self-love” he admitted it proudly and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Self-love, right” you snorted, opening the front door as he grabbed his car keys.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he acted mildly offended, but he knew you were just joking. He closed the door behind you two and made sure to walk ahead so he could make it to his car before you.
“Self-love is being comfortable in yourself and loving who you are, not thinking the sun shines out of your ass” you snorted. He stopped suddenly and spanked you right on your ass, making you help and press your hands to the sore spot. The pressure of his spank jolted against your butt plug and made you squirm at the pleasure that shot through your body. “Harry!”
“That was for not being very nice to me, even after I gave you all those gifts” he tutted, opening your car door for you. Your mouth gaped as you stepped into the gap between the open door and his car.
“I was joking!” you exclaimed, the glare on his face turned into a grin as he grabbed your face gently and ducked to whisper in your ear.
“I know… you just have a very spankable ass” he leaned back and pressed a chaste kiss on your cheek before letting go. “Now get in, baby”
You glared at him just for principle then got in the car, watching him wink at you as he shut the door and walked to the other side. Ever since you brought up his dad jog, he refused to do it, which was disappointing. Now you wished you had never said anything because it was a very adorable trait of his.
The car drive was a good 30 minutes and the two of you spent that time talking about your days or humming to whatever song played from Harry’s playlist. It was a very relaxing drive for Harry at least. For you, you were struggling to concentrate on anything he was saying.
Your plug was pressed right into you from sitting down, and the heat from his hand on your thigh through your dress was just riling you up in all sorts of ways. Watching Harry drive was an erotic experience, especially when his pants hugged his thighs just right and his shirt was barely even buttoned up and you could see his full chest and nipples.
You wanted to just bend over his lap and take his cock in your mouth like you had done on the night of his birthday party.
Harry parked the car in a familiar underground carpark right near the Yarra River in the heart of Melbourne City. He hadn’t told you where he was taking you just yet, but the entire riverbank was full of good restaurants or bars one after the other, so the options were endless. You knew wherever you were be going would have great food, even though you were much hungrier for something else.
“So… you have a favourite suit of mine? Which one is it?”
He had been thinking about your comment since you said it, and he was keenly interested in the answer so he could wear it over the next couple days for you. He hated repeating outfits during a week, so he hoped he hadn’t already worn already. Although, remembering back to your responses to his different suits, he had a rough idea of which one it was and he hadn’t worn it yet.
“I’m not exposing my secrets Harry” you replied teasingly, loving the way his hand felt on your hip.
He had been touching you somewhere the entire walk from his car to the restaurant. A hand on your hip or lower back, or his knuckles grazing against yours. There were couples walking everywhere, hand in hand or arms wrapped around each other.
He could’ve easily touched you how he really wanted to - your smaller hand intertwined with his - without anyone thinking anything weird about you two as a couple. But he had to be careful who was around to see how you two were interacting, especially since this area of the city was frequented by a lot of upper-class men and women.
Since it was Valentine’s Day, every couple on your street had organised a babysitter and was out for dinner, so he was hoping that no one would be here so you two could enjoy your dinner without any problems.
“Come onnnn, you’ve brought it up now. You have to tell me” he pressed, looking down at you and being unable to help himself from smiling just at the cute one on your face.
“Nope!”
“Come on, you know I’m gonna treat you so nice tonight. Gonna let you have whatever you want so the least you can do is entertain me a little” his voice dropped lower, and he pressed you closer to your side so no one else could hear.
You could practically feel the double meaning in his words, and it sent a shiver up your spine. Harry always made sure you were satisfied in bed, but now he had made it clear that you’d be getting whatever you wanted and the thought of that was driving you crazy.
The plug in your ass suddenly didn’t feel big enough, and you were clenching like if you didn’t have his cock in your ass soon, you’d die.
“If you can guess I’ll confirm or deny” you compromised.
“Hmph, fine” he sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, making you laugh a little and nudge his side. He listed off a couple suits and to each one you replied an enthusiastic ‘nope’ which resulted in him glaring a little and thinking of another. This happened until you made it to the restaurant, a very luxurious looking vegan restaurant and bar.
You hadn’t been here before, but you had heard about it and always wanted to try it. You were quite hungry after not eating a lot today either, so you were excited to try whatever Harry had already picked out for you two. You weren’t certain for sure that he had prepicked food for you but knowing his history you assumed that he had.
Your little guessing game was interrupted by the hostess asking for your reservation name then promptly leading you to a table right near the large glass windows overlooking the Yarra River. It was covered in a thick white tablecloth and had a little candle and a vase with a single red rose in it, assumingly for Valentine’s Day.
It was a gorgeous view, one that was accompanied by a gorgeous man. You would’ve loved to take a picture of Harry with the river and skyline in the background, but you never would’ve asked. It was an urge you kept inside.
“This is amazing Harry, have you ever been here before?” you asked, looking around the restaurant and observing every detail.
The tables were decorated very traditional and romantic, however the actual restaurant was dark and modern. The bar in the front of the restaurant was made of navy glass and fully stocked to the brim with every drink you could imagine, and the floors were a navy polished concrete to match. It was a simple design, with the view of the Yarra River being its focal point. Everything had optimum views to the river, however the row of tables you were sat on definitely had the best.
Everyone surrounding you were couples. Different types of people and types of relationships, all in different stages of their meal or drinks. Most were laughing or sharing romantic glances to each other, some were holding hands over the table or leaning in to talk like they were sharing a secret. You could tell who came from wealth and who just decided to spoil themselves for Valentine’s Day based on subtle details, but everyone was dressed impeccably.
There was love oozing from every corner of the restaurant. In comparison, you and Harry just felt so cold… so disconnected. You weren’t in love, and you weren’t a couple and even though you had that lusty gaze and could share a laugh, it felt obvious that that’s all there was. At least to you anyway.
This was another one of the reasons you didn’t want to be sharing Valentine’s Day with Harry. Because you wished it was real and instead you were sat here confronted with the reality that everything you were feeling was just a dream. A silly little dream for a silly little naive 20-year-old.
“I haven’t actually. But I’ve been wanting to for a while” he replied, looking down at the menu even though he had already looked at it in detail when he booked the restaurant. “The cocktails look nice, love. Would you like one?” he looked back up at you, waiting a reply.
Yes. If you didn’t get at least a little liquid courage into you, you wouldn’t survive the night.
“That sounds great” you smiled, looking at your menu and deciding on one that seemed the strongest while simultaneously tasting like alcohol the least. You’d only have one because you wanted to be sober when you got home, something Harry has made clear time and time again that was important to him.
“So, I’ve already picked a few dishes we could share that I thought you might like. Nothing too heavy but enough to get a good taste of the restaurant. What do you think?” he asked, even though he wasn’t really asking if you were happy with him choosing. He knew you were, and you were happy not to have to read through and try and pick between everything on the menu.
“I’m happy with that. You chose well yesterday so I’m sure today will be the same” you closed the menu and propped your chin on your hand, having a look out the window to watch the people walk by on the footpath on the storey below. “It really is so pretty”
“I know. ‘s exactly why I picked it. I thought you might like it here” he admired your side profile and followed a line down your neck to where the neckline of your dress had lowered, showing a sliver of your lingerie underneath. He swallowed thickly and forced himself to look away, not wanting to get too excited before you had even eaten.
The waitress came back at this point and Harry was thankful to have the distraction. You just looked so… good. You smelt pretty and your skin looked soft, and you did your makeup in a way that complimented your skin and eye colour beautifully. His mind flashed to what it would look like all smudged and ruined, your false eyelashes cried off and found somewhere tangled in his sheets.
He ordered the food, a range of different types of dishes that all sounded delicious then ordered a glass of wine for himself and your cocktail, after asking you which one you wanted. You thanked the waitress then looked around the restaurant again, finding yourself focusing on this gay couple a couple tables over. They had an obvious age gap, much like you and Harry but had their hands intertwined on the table and were playing footsies under the table as they laughed about something.
Your heart started beating so damn fast, almost painfully fast as you swallowed a lump in your throat and forced yourself to look away and out the window again. You just wanted that.
“So… is it the Yves St. Laurent suit? The all black one?”
Your head snapped to him instantly at his guess, making a cheeky smile erupt on his face. “I knew it! That actually was my first guess, but I wanted to egg you on a little” he seemed very proud of himself and tapped a little drum pattern with two fingers on the table in triumph.
“I didn’t even confirm or deny!” you protested, taking a sip of water from the drinking glass Harry had poured for you at some point since you got here.
“Your reaction was enough” he laughed, “So tell me, what about it do you like?”
What about it do you like? The real question was what didn’t you like?
“Everything” you admitted, running your finger around the rim of your glass.
“Everything, huh?” his brow quirked, and he scanned you up and down. “Wanna be specific?”
You shrugged, “I feel like it sums up your style. It’s simple and classic, but incredibly well-worn and stylish. You also look really good in all black…” you blushed, squirming under his heated gaze.
His eyes searched your own and he let out a little chuckle, running his hand through his hair. “I wore that one the day we first slept together … guess you really liked it because you practically destroyed my neck that night”
“Harry!” you gasped, looking away around the restaurant to see if anyone had heard.
Your cheeks flushed with nervousness at the memory of you assaulting his neck as he carried you upstairs. To be fair though, making those little hickeys and seeing them on his neck would’ve had to be one of the hottest things you had ever seen. But you didn’t necessarily want him to bring it up in a restaurant full of people.
“Hey, don’t do that” he tutted, grabbing your chin, and turning it so you were forced to look at him. “Don’t be so shy, darling. I liked it and I know you liked it too, there’s no shame in that” he looked down at your lips, brushing his thumb against your lower lip. The touch relaxed you, as did the soft gaze in his eyes.
“Will you let me do it again then?” you asked softly, reaching up to cup the side of his neck and brush your thumb against his skin. He swallowed thickly and you could feel the way his adams apple moved under your thumb.
“I did say you can have whatever you want tonight, darling. You want to mark me up? You can do it anywhere you like” he smirked, eyes darkening at the feeling of your hand against his neck. It was a soft touch, yet it was your soft touch and he was revelling in it.
“I’ll remember that” you whispered, looking down at your thumb grazing his adams apple. He smiled softly and grabbed onto the back of your hand, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. He did it casually before placing your hand down on the table, playing with your fingers while he started telling you some story.
There was always a story with Harry, or rather from Harry. He always seemed to know some new event that had happened around the world or be reading a new book or something just so interesting it made your life seem boring in comparison. All there was for you to talk about was your move back to university, which neither of you seemed to want to talk about.
Your drinks came and the food soon after, and after a very enthusiastic ‘yum!’ after each dish that you tried, the two of you fell in a comfortable silence as you ate. You found yourself looking around the restaurant again, commenting on little random things you saw that looked interesting, but mostly you were just focused on all the happy couples having dinner around you.
Harry could see it and he had been noticing it ever since you sat down at the table. You were looking at all the different couples, the Valentine’s decorations, the way people were intimately interacting with their partners. You were eyeing it all and you just had this real sadness in your eyes that you were trying to cover up with your comments and responses to things Harry had said.
He thought back to last night, where you seemed just so panicked and upset, like tonight meant a great deal to you. It was clear it did mean a lot to you, otherwise you wouldn’t have stormed all the way to his house to ask him about it. Then you played it off and blamed your cycle for making you so emotional, but Harry didn’t believe that lie for a second.
It had been eating at him all day, why today meant something to you and why you were so upset. He hated it. That look in your eyes killed him and made his body physically ache. He just wanted to get rid of it and make you feel better and he did a little bit, but he needed to know the real reason before he could plan who to hurt or what to do to fix it.
But for the first time in your relationship he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He had such a good read on you, yet this situation felt like a mystery to him. You were never interested in relationships or love, at least he didn’t think so. You were honest in not wanting a relationship or anything serious with him, so he just didn’t understand.
Valentine’s Day had a negative connotation for Harry too, so maybe it had nothing to do with romance at all. He still wanted the truth from you, though, but that wouldn’t happen tonight.
Harry couldn’t help but feel extreme guilt for lying to you on top of the hurt he felt for seeing you upset. He had kept a lot from you and spun lies so he wouldn’t expose parts of him he feared you thought were broken or unlikeable. When he told you he didn’t know it was Valentine’s Day today, it was another lie to protect himself. But it didn’t really help the situation.
Sure, it seemed to calm you down and lessen whatever turmoil was going on in your head, but it didn’t get rid of the hurt feelings you were keeping inside. You left his house still distraught, still so upset about today when you should’ve been excited. Seeing you leave like that was like looking in a mirror to Harry, because he too felt those similar feelings whenever February 14 came around.
He didn’t want you to feel like that. Harry had been dealing with those feelings for years and knew how to handle them and ignore them, but you… you were so young and had so much time ahead of you. He didn’t know the reasoning, nor could he guess which was like a slap in his face because he always knew or had an inkling on things like this, but he knew that you should be happy on Valentine’s Day, not upset.
He wanted you to have good memories today, not bad. Harry wished he could erase whatever bad experience you had that made today so awful.
Maybe that’s why he felt so guilty, because his own reasoning for choosing today may have resonated with you and helped you with your own feelings yet he decided to keep it from you.
Despite all the trust Harry had in you, more than most people in his life, he couldn’t give it all to you just yet. He also couldn’t admit he lied to you again, because he knew how upset you were after the birthday situation, and he didn’t want a round two of that.
But he felt like he owed you something.
“You know… I’ve been thinking about last night” Harry said suddenly. You looked up at him with a mouth full of food and nodded, only humming in response.
“Hmm?”
“When you asked me about Valentine’s Day”
Your eyes widened and you quickly swallowed your mouthful, suddenly very alert to everything he was about to say. “Oh… okay”
“I didn’t know that today was Valentine’s Day when I originally picked it for dinner” another lie, fuck. Once you start, they just begin to unravel, and you’d need more lies to cover up your previous ones. But Harry didn’t want to ruin tonight, he just wanted to make you feel better and explain himself without digging a huge fucking hole that he couldn’t get out of. “But even if I did, I’m not sure I would’ve changed it to another day”
His response made your heart beat in your ears. You could barely hear anything with how fast your mind was racing, but you tried to not let that show to Harry. He was never vulnerable with you, and he rarely shared anything too emotional, so the fact that he was opening up without any push or prompting from you was just so surprising you didn’t know how to react.
You were also confused by what he said, because last night he told you that Valentine’s Day means little to him, and it was clear now that that was a lie.
“W-why?”
“Y/N… I’ve had a lot of negative experiences on Valentine’s Day and it isn’t a happy day for me, it never has been. But you…” he averted eye contact, looking down at his wine glass before looking back up at you “you do make me happy. I enjoy spending time with you, and I knew that when you told me last night about what today is, that I’d finally have a Valentine’s Day with a happy memory. If I was given the opportunity to change our dinner to another day and have to spend today alone, I just wouldn’t do it. I’m sorry this has hurt you in some way and I still want to make it up to you, but selfishly I’m glad this is how things have happened”
Now that… that was the truth.
He knew that he shouldn’t have organised it that way, that it went against every ounce of his body screaming at him to take a step back from you and do anything to get rid of this connection to you. Having dinner on the most romantic night on the year wasn’t the way to go about that, but he just couldn’t help himself.
It was a date he knew all too well. He had gone through many Valentine’s Days with partners and solo, and every single one made him unhappy in some way. When he was with Mel, he never felt that love he thought he should’ve at that point in his relationship. With previous relationships Valentine’s Day was always a day his partner would ask what the next step in their relationship was, something Harry himself had never thought about because he simply wasn’t interested in progressing things.
The ones he spent by himself just reminded him about the loneliness he felt when he sat down and thought about his love life more closely than usual.
Harry was quite fulfilled in all aspects of his life, including his relationship status. He had experienced love before when he was quite young but when he started dating and nothing provided him with that spark or love, it just felt pointless. And he had other priorities that made him happier than chasing something so inconvenient.
But there were moments that even emotionless pricks like him experienced where they wondered what a happy, stable relationship full of love would be like. They questioned why they didn’t have that, or what they were potentially missing out on because they didn’t have it. For Harry those moments came rarely because he was too busy going after his real interests, but they still came up sometimes.
He found himself having those moments around you.
So this Valentine’s Day he just couldn’t bring himself to spend another one alone with his thoughts.
Usually, he’d fill his night with the club so at the very least he got to drain his balls and fuck his frustration out, but it was clear and had been clear for weeks that he had no interest in it.
At least with you he knew he’d have a good day. It wasn’t necessarily about the romance for him, although the day had turned into something quite romantic for you two, it was more of a selfish attempt at self-preservation. He was filling a hole that seemed to rupture every year with the one person he knew could fill it.
You.
Part of you liked that he felt happy around you, and if you focused on that it was almost sweet how he knew he’d have a good time with you. He didn’t know it was Valentine’s Day before he booked it, so it felt nice for him to view it as a happy surprise rather than a shit one like you were.
You didn’t know a lot about his relationship history, just that he had a few serious relationships before he moved to Australia. But it was clear that his view on love had been skewed in some way. For him to turn that around and say that you made him happy on a day that otherwise was bad for him felt… special. You just couldn’t help but feel all warm inside at the idea that Harry found some sort of comfort in you.
It just sucked that you were looking at this situation in reverse. You were trying not to, and up to now you were genuinely enjoying your dinner. But with everything around you just reminding you of the love you were lacking, and the shitty reality of your situation, that same enjoyment was slowly depleting.
While Harry viewed this as a happy accident, you viewed it as your first Valentine’s Day being spent with a man who had zero romantic connection with you but enjoyed sleeping with you and spending time with you. How that worked, you had no idea, but it was getting old.
There was a reason you had been ignoring it all day, because once you started thinking about it, it didn’t leave your brain. So, you just pushed it away for the moment and focused on the part of his explanation you could respond to without exploding.
You’d circle back to his explanation, and you were sure that once you thought about it more you’d find something that angered you beyond relief because everything Harry seemed to do nowadays did that in some way. But for now, you just wanted to focus on this moment and this night, not your future or what has happened previously.
It was a stupid attempt at self preservation, but you had plenty of time to cry and be angry and not a whole lot of time to enjoy Harry and the positives of your relationship.
“Wow that’s…” you swallowed the lump forming in your throat “thank you for sharing, Harry. I really enjoy spending time with you too and I’m glad we were able to have dinner tonight” you smiled softly, pressing your hand to the back of his and clenching hard on the inside to try and not expose everything inside you.
“I am… I definitely am. Thank you for always being so wonderful” he smiled back, cupping your cheek with his hand. He was happy that you seemed satisfied with his explanation, because that was all he was willing to share. That thumping guilt appeared back in his chest, tightening and forming a lump in his throat but he covered it all up with a charming smile.
“Now, this food isn’t going to eat itself, is it?”
You both demolished the food, well, mostly Harry. You were very aware of what would make you bloat or affect your stomach or anything that might make tonight end badly. Harry chose mostly clean and healthy dishes that should react well to your stomach, but you were still being careful just in case.
You had been thinking about his cock all damn day. Between ignoring your problems and spending as much time with Archie as possible, his cock just kept popping up in your mind. It was the same cock that would be deep in your ass tonight and you just couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Skipping dessert sounded like the best option to be honest. When it was just you two chatting about nothing heavy or emotionally draining, Harry’s appearance was heavily distracting you and you were finding it hard to keep your eyes off his chest.
You were ready to make some lame ‘it’s getting late’ or ‘I hope Archie isn’t feeling lonely’ excuse to get you two back to Harry’s house before he decided to ask you another question you just didn’t want to answer.
“So… how are you feeling about moving back to university?”
It was a topic you both been ignoring the entire night. You really had been avoiding it since that day in the pool where Harry first found out the exact timeline for you to return to your own little apartment and life.
After having such a nice dinner, you didn’t really want to explain how depressing the thought of going home was. You had been pushing the reality of your situation far into the back of your mind because frankly, you didn’t want to leave.
You didn’t want to leave your room, your neighbourhood, your parents, Archie… Harry. The thought of leaving Harry was physically painful and that wasn’t something you wanted to explain or expand on when there was so much more to come tonight that you wanted to enjoy.
Bringing up your reality was like a pin bursting your little Harry bubble, and you just didn’t want that yet.
It didn’t help that the little jewel plug you had in your ass was making you drip. Your once cute floral underwear was completely saturated, and it had been uncomfortably pressed against you for the last hour. It reminded you of the first night you two slept together, where Harry dragged out dessert and conversation like he hadn’t insinuated that he was going to fuck you.
So, you decided to be brave. The strong cocktail probably had something to do with your want to take a bit of control. But you hadn’t been brave for weeks and this was your last chance to just take what you wanted. Harry himself told you that you could have whatever you wanted from him tonight, so you were going to go after it.
Talking about university was the last thing you wanted when all it did was make you upset and angry. No more talking. Now you just wanted to skip dessert and go home.
“I’m going to miss everyone and I can’t say that I’m looking forward to it… but I don’t really want to talk about it…” you trailed off, looking him right in the eye while your foot started softly trailing up his calf. “If that’s okay with you?…”
His brow rose and a smirk grew on his lips as he challenged your eye contact, intensifying his gaze like he always did to try and intimidate you. And fuck was it working.
Harry was surprised, but it was a pleasant one. Honestly, he didn’t want to talk about it either, but he felt like one of you had to bring it up. It was like the elephant in the fucking room, sitting right on the table between you two and crushing your bodies with its weight. It was uncomfortable to have such a heavy reality check looming over you, so he was glad that you seemed to be able to ignore it.
Harry could ignore it too, just like he had been trying to ignore a lot of things the past few weeks. He had made good progress in his therapy sessions in terms of acknowledging and processing his feelings, yet since you’ve come into his life, he’s taken a million steps back. Your presence seemed to push on the part of his brain that he actively avoided.
“But you want to do something else, huh?” he teased, taking a casual sip of his wine to try and ignore the throbbing of his cock as your heeled toes made it to his inner thigh.
“I do… I want to skip dessert and go home” your voice was shaky, and you were trying not to crumble under his eye contact. You were determined to hold it, but your body was practically trembling with need and the natural want to just submit to him.
“And what would we do there?” his hand suddenly grabbed your ankle, stopping it from moving further before bringing it on top of his lap so he suddenly had control of it. He kept a firm grip on it with one hand while the other started sliding up to your thigh. The feeling had you panting and gripping the sides of your chair to try and stay composed.
“Harry” you stuttered out, your voice a borderline whimper at the feeling of his ringed hand going further and further up your leg. You were glad the tablecloth was long enough to cover your extended leg, because your dress had ridden up and if anyone looked hard enough they’d see Harry’s fingers crawling underneath.
“Yes? You know how to use your words, don’t you love? Or have you forgotten how to ask for things nicely?” he cocked his head and bent forward so he could graze his fingers along the hem of your underwear, right near your hips so he was nowhere near the place you wanted him the most. The touch still sent you going crazy.
It had only been five days since you last had his cock inside you, yet it felt like it had been weeks. You were desperate, especially since you knew what a big night you had ahead of you.
“I need you to fuck me. Please” your voice was clearer now, with more power this time.
Harry audibly groaned the faintest sound at your words and had to stop himself from taking you right then and there on the table. The restaurant full of people could watch and enjoy for all he cared, as long as his cock ended up deep inside your ass and pussy. Because tonight, he was having both.
“We’re going” he suddenly said, dropping your leg gently then standing up abruptly.
He had already mentally calculated how much dinner was and dropped a few hundred-dollar notes on the table without care of the change. Tips weren’t customary in Australia, but Harry didn’t give a fuck about his change when he had you sitting there like a horny little fox begging him to fuck you.
He grabbed your purse from where it was hanging on your chair and held his hand out for you to take it. Your hand slid in his perfectly then you were standing, and Harry was walking you out of the restaurant with purpose. His hand never left yours until you exited the restaurant, and it changed positions to your waist.
Neither of you could speak. Harry feared if he even said one more thing to you that he’d be unable to control himself and fuck you against a wall and that just wasn’t acceptable. He had to be patient… careful and slow because tonight was all about giving you all the pain and pleasure you could imagine, and that took time.
The drive home was thick with tension. You could barely breathe being in Harry’s presence and you just needed to just rip all your clothes off from how hot with lust you had grown. His sensual aftershave had filled the entire car and it felt like you were completely surrounded by him.
Like all the other car rides you shared together, his hand was on your thigh while the other had a relaxed grip on the steering wheel. Watching Harry drive was one of the most erotic things you had ever seen, and he wasn’t even doing anything on purpose. The entire drive you were just staring at him, unable to help yourself.
If Harry returned that look and saw those horny little doe eyes of yours, he either would’ve crashed the car or pulled over to fuck you. He still had time to calm himself down though and keeping focused on the road did just that.
The moment the car stopped in Harry’s driveway and his gate fully closed he was out of the car without sparing you a single look and stalking to your side. He opened your door and helped you out before tugging you along with him to his front door.
Archie was barking obnoxiously from the inside of the door, and if you weren’t so worked up you would’ve let out an ‘awe’ or made a comment at how cute he was. But you were worked up. So worked up it felt like you’d die if you didn’t get Harry’s body on yours within the next minute.
The house was dimly lit with the entrance lamp on and the main lights in the living area switched on and illuminating some of the hallway. It was all so Archie wasn’t completely in the dark, and you knew if you walked through the house a bit more there’d be some sort of light on in every open room.
“Hey buddy, have you been a good boy?” Harry greeted, letting go of your hand to crouch down and greet his child who was whimpering like crazy and jumping all over Harry. It was an adorable sight to see, but you just couldn’t concentrate on anything else except how good Harry’s back muscles looked through his green suit jacket.
You used the time that Harry greeted Archie to close the front door and undo the buckles of your heels, freeing your feet so you were comfortable and pushing them together near his door. The sound of your heels against his floor made Harry’s eyes meet yours from where he was crouched down, his fingers scratching the backs of Archie’s ears.
From this angle you could see all the way down his silk shirt and the slight glistening at his chest from sweating. You never did quite understand how he wore such thick or unbreathable fabrics during Summer and still smelt like an angel, but you sure were glad that was the case because this outfit of his had quickly knocked his iconic Yves St. Laurent suit from the top of your list.
The green just looked glorious on his tanned skin. It brought out the green from his eyes and the white in his teeth. The contrast between the dark ink of his chest tattoos and the light sage of his shirt was killing you. You just wanted to rip it open and lick the sweat off every inch of his chest. You were tempted to just ask if you could.
“Stay downstairs Archie” his demand was soft and husky, his eyes scanning down your body before coming back up again to meet your eyes. A soft smirk grew on his lips; an expression that never failed to make you completely freeze up.
You couldn’t think or move so you just stood there like an idiot while Archie gave you a kiss on your calf then turned around and trotted off to his bed in the living room. Harry stood right after and stepped towards you, his height making your head tilt back just to keep your eyes on his face.
Now that you two were truly alone, there was nothing stopping you from completely destroying each other.
“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking night” he murmured. Before you had a chance to even reply, his hand darted out to wrap around your neck and his lips were landing on yours.
Your bag dropped to the floor without care as your hands grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket, angling your body up on your tippy toes to lessen the distance that Harry had to bend to reach your mouth. You weren’t even a super short individual; he was just that tall.
His other hand came down to grab onto your waist, pulling you in while he pressed his body out so you were flush together. It was a kiss you were so familiar with yet felt like it was happening for the first time. His lips melted into yours with such passion and lust you could’ve cried; your noses bumped together as he ran his tongue against the seam of your mouth to try and get inside.
Kissing with tongue was never your favourite thing in the world, yet with Harry you wanted his tongue and saliva in your mouth like a permanent fixture.
You let him slip his tongue in without any resistance, whimpering against it at his taste and the sensation of your tongues moving together as one. It only lasted a moment before he was pulling away enough to nibble on your bottom lip, tugging it out until you whimpered again before he sucked on it then went back to kissing you like he was before.
The kiss was absolutely dizzying, and you refused to break off until you were dying for air and needed to ask for the thing you had been craving all night.
“Please spit in my mouth” you gasped, panting against Harry’s mouth as he started walking you two backwards so you were pressed to the front door.
“Barely even started and you’re already making demands, little girl?… Guess I did tell you you’d get whatever you wanted tonight, didn’t I?” he smirked, chest heaving while he licked the saliva from your kiss off his bottom lip. His hand slid higher from your neck to your jaw, his thumb coming to press on your bottom lip.
“You did. Please Harry… want it so bad” you nodded eagerly, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out without him even asking.
God… seeing you open your mouth without being instructed to sent Harry’s brain into overdrive.
In the short time you two had been sleeping together, you already gained so many new habits during sex. You naturally angled your neck when you had an idea that Harry would be reaching for it, and now here you were opening your mouth and begging for him to spit in it.
“I love when you’re a good girl f’me. Makes me so happy” he murmured, his words making your heart break erratically; both at being called a ‘good girl’ and knowing that you made him happy.
His moment of praise didn’t last long before he was collecting his saliva in his mouth and spitting it right on your tongue. You moaned out loud at the feeling and let your eyes flutter closed as you did what you knew he liked and kept your tongue sticking out so he could watch his saliva slide down to the back of your throat.
Instead of giving you further instructions on when to swallow he pressed his mouth to yours again, his tongue sliding against yours and rubbing his saliva all over it. His cock was hardening in his pants, and you could feel it press against your stomach, reminding you that at some point tonight it would be deep inside your ass.
Without breaking the kiss, Harry’s hands moved down your body and he crouched to give you some indication that he was going to pick you up. “Jump”
He picked you up with ease and blindly turned around to walk up the stairs, loving the feeling of your breasts pressed tight to his chest as you clung to him. The kiss only broke when he had to watch his footing on the steps, and while your faces were parted you took advantage and kissed along his jaw.
It all felt very reminiscent to the first time you slept together, except this time there was so much history between you two, mentally and physically and you had better knowledge of each other’s bodies. Harry liked a bit of pain, so you went straight for the base of his neck and nipped there, sucking down on the same spot right after.
“Fuck… cheeky little thing you are” Harry cursed, spanking your ass then digging the pads of his fingertips there. You bit harder against his skin in reaction, your fingers threading into the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
When you got to his bedroom he put you on the floor gently, closing the door behind him. His lips met yours again, this time softer… deeper. He guided you to the bed then spun you around so he could sit down on the edge. He pulled you with him so you were straddling his lap, his hands grabbing onto your ass to press you down onto his hard cock.
You gasped at how hard he was already, feeling a bit chuffed that he was already rock hard and all you had done was kiss him and bite him a little. “You’re so hard” you whimpered into his mouth, starting to grind your hips gently along his length, trying to get as much pressure onto your clit as possible.
“Ah. Didn’t say you could do that” he tutted, spanking you before lifting your hips off his lap, so you were propped onto your knees. It was at this moment that you realised he had cleared the bed of his array of toys from this morning, and that the same items were now arranged on the end of his bed on the ottoman.
“Didn’t you say I’d get whatever I wanted tonight?” you breathed, fingers tugging on his hair ever so gently as you panted to try and collect your breath. He smirked while his fingers went to the zipper at the back of your dress, tugging it down.
“You’ll get my cock when I say you can, darling. I will give you a choice though…” he slid your dress down your arms, so it fell around your waist, his breath hitching and eyes darkening at the sight of your pretty breasts in that see through material. He saw you wear the same thing yesterday and yet it felt like it was the first time. “Gorgeous” he mumbled to yourself.
You blushed, goosebumps growing on your skin where he ran his fingers lightly along your arm down to your wrists, grabbing them and pushing them together. “Would you like to try a bit of shibari? Was thinking your arms behind your back like this…” you allowed yourself to become pliant in his hands, keeping your eyes trained on his face as he gently pushed your arms behind your back, “wrists together like this…” he held your wrists together at the base of your spine, your chest jutting out.
He let go of your wrists quickly after, but you kept them in position as he made eye contact with you “The rope will wrap around your wrists then up here…” he touched some spots on your upper arms, trailing his fingers upwards. The soft touch had you trembling above him, the delicate tone of his voice making your brain go all fuzzy “…then up around your shoulders and through your armpits…” his fingers followed the verbal directions, until his flat palms were sliding along your waist to your back. “…your arms will be trapped behind your back, nowhere to go and completely at my control… how do you feel about that sweetheart?”
Harry looked right up at you and grabbed your wrists again, bringing them gently to the front of your body and playing with your fingers. His gaze was soft, yet still dominating. He was giving you a choice, yet you knew that once you made your choice you were completely under his control.
“I wanna try it” you nodded, voice soft. He smiled gently and caressed your face, bringing you down to kiss you gently.
“I’m glad, baby… but I need you to tell me though if it gets too much, okay? I will check in on you but if at any point it gets too much, or you need a break you tell me. I want you to enjoy it and if you’re not you need to communicate. Understand?” his tone was unwavering but full of care and you quickly nodded, feeling completely safe in his presence.
Even if he didn’t utter the words and explain that you could communicate whatever you needed to him, you knew that you could. Even when he was punishing you (which had only happened once) or fucking you so hard you were a blubbering mess, he always made sure you felt safe and were okay.
Though, you liked when it hurt and sometimes you even loved when it felt too much. Hearing him tell you that ‘you could take it’ or praise you for going beyond what you expected made you feel like you were on cloud 9. All you wanted was for him to be pleased with you, especially tonight when this was your last opportunity to give and receive pleasure from Harry.
“I understand”
He smiled gently again and kissed you, cradling your hands in his face. “Up you get then, darling. On your knees in the middle of the bed”
You nodded and kissed him again before crawling off him and standing, letting your dress fall to the floor. The two of you watched each other intently, his eyes roaming your body as he kicked his shoes off and removed his jacket. You stepped out of your dress at the same time and picked it up, passing to him when he extended his hand to grab it.
His teeth captured his bottom lip while you got back onto the bed, settling onto your knees and watching him nervously. He worked silently as he folded your dress neatly and placed it on his armchair, along with his jacket which he slung over the arm. He didn’t bother putting his shoes away but moved them out of the way near the chair as well.
He then turned back around to face you, his eyes darkening at the sight of you knelt there like an angel. You were truly gorgeous. The lingerie set fit you perfectly, but he knew that underneath was even more perfect. The knowledge that you were hiding that tiffany plug between your cheeks had been killing him all day and he was looking forward to seeing it in person in you for the first time.
It set him back a pretty penny and he was sure you hadn’t quite registered just how much it cost him. He didn’t have to pay for a single item in that entire store due to his part ownership of Pleasing, but that tiffany diamond was the one item he did in fact have to purchase. It was one of a kind after all, but he had no issue purchasing it out of pocket. He could’ve bought himself another car and yet it felt completely justifiable to buy you something instead.
“You look like an absolute angel sitting there…” he rasped, approaching the foot of the bed and running his fingers along one of the lengths of pink rope. There were multiple bundles on the ottoman, all cut to different sizes. You weren’t really sure how he got the lengths right, but you could hardly care when he was staring you down and saying things like that.
“Thank you” you whispered, your eyes drawing to his tanned chest when he bent slightly to pick up one of the bundles. Just the sight of the ridges of his abs and the dangling of his cross necklace had your thighs tensing together, causing pressure to press against your plug and making a little gasp escape you.
His eyes flicked back to you then down to your thighs, noticing how tense they were. “Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already worked up, hmm?” he smirked, walking around and standing at the edge of the bed. “C’mere, face away from me”
You nodded and followed his instruction, kneeling right in front of him on the bed and facing away. Not seeing him sent a rush of nerves through your body, but he was close enough for you to feel his body heat radiate against you.
“Answer the question, darling” he murmured, running his fingers lightly up the sides of your arms. Your eyes closed at the sensation, and you leaned into his touch, your head tipping back gently onto his chest.
“I’ve had this plug in me all day Harry… I need more” you admitted, shivering when he grabbed onto your wrists gently and pinned them behind your back again, forcing you to part from him.
The thought of you being squirmy all day had Harry reeling, and his cock was starting to get uncomfortable in the confides of his pants. But he had to exercise patience as well, because he knew the reward was filling up both of your holes.
“You’ll get more soon, darling. Just need to be patient and I’ll give you whatever you want” he smiled even though you couldn’t see them before ducking in to whisper against your ear. “Keep your hands here” he pressed a kiss to your jaw then straightened back up again.
“Now. I’ll walk you through it, okay?”
You nodded. “Okay”
You couldn’t see anything because Harry was behind you, so you let your eyes close so you could just feel what he was doing and be guided by his voice instead.
“Gonna start here at your wrists, love” he gently ran his hands around your wrists and over the back of your hands before you felt the first touch of the soft velvety rope. You didn’t get a change to feel it at the store yesterday, and after being shocked by the gift of the pink plug today, having a feel wasn’t really on your mind. “You ready?”
You nodded with a lulled “Yes” already getting caught up in the entire experience.
He pressed a kiss to the middle of your back then began wrapping the rope around your left wrist. “I’m starting with a column tie.” His voice was soft and soothing, and his touch gentle even as he tightened the rope and began wrapping it around your right wrist to secure them together. He finished the knot off quickly before speaking again. It was impressively quick to be honest, and you could tell he had a lot of experience in what he was doing.
That both comforted you and irked you. That ugly green jealousy feeling swirled in your stomach at the thought of him doing this to someone else. It was a thought you pushed out of your mind as soon as possible, not wanting the moment to be ruined by imagining him doing this exact tie and having this exact moment with another woman.
“it’s one of the most basic ties out there and its one I can undo in a second” he pulled at something you couldn’t see, and the rope suddenly sprung free from your wrists, loosening so you could easily pull them apart if you needed. You kept your wrists together, anyway, showing Harry your trust. “See? I can undo this at any point, y/n. If you’re unsure or want to stop, I can undo this in 20 seconds. Alright, sweetheart?”
His fingers skimmed up your arms as he awaited your response, noting how relaxed you were in his touch. Good. He wanted you relaxed. He wanted you pliant and feeling safe and comfortable. The only time he wanted you tensed up tonight was in aftershock after he spanked your ass raw, which was next on his agenda after he finished tying up your arms.
“Mhmm. I’m okay, Harry. Promise” you replied, sensing his want to make you feel comfortable.
But you were comfortable. Even though not being able to see what he was doing was making you feel a bit uneasy, it wasn’t out of fear. It was more out of not knowing what was coming next or being unsure how you’d feel once the rope was fully secured around your arms and chest.
You thought you’d like it, but you weren’t completely sure. You loved being tied up last time, but it was also a frustrating experience because you couldn’t touch Harry. You loved being under his control, completely at his mercy. What you didn’t like though, was not being able to touch and feel his body. To tug on his hair or grab at his hips or dig your nails into his back.
That was what you didn’t like. But you loved the control he had. You always did.
“Just making sure, love. Want you to feel good” he kissed your shoulder this time then quickly redid the ties around your wrist. You hummed in response, shifting on your knees slightly to readjust.
“I’m going up and around your underarms now…” he explained, dividing the four strands of rope that had formed and taking two sections, threading them up over your shoulders then under your underarms to your back. Your breath hitched when his fingers grazed against your breasts, knuckles dragging purposefully against your ribs. He exhaled a chuckle at your reaction, loving how even the slightest touch made you gasp or tense up or whimper.
You could feel some sort of twisting before he pulled the right set of ropes around the back of your right arm and wrapped it around, pulling it towards your back. “Going around your arms… it’s gonna get tight now so you won’t be able to move”
“Okay…” you nodded, starting to feel the weight of the rope as he tied it to the vertical section to secure it.
“This okay? Tight enough? Too much?” he asked, tugging at the tied section of rope to test it. You tugged at it as well with your right arm and felt your heart drop at the way you couldn’t move it at all. It was securely tightened, the knot connecting it to the middle vertical sections of rope making it impossible to move. You would widen your elbow a little, but that was it.
“It’s good” you breathed. Your heart was pounding and it wasn’t even halfway done yet.
“Good girl darling, doing so well f’me” he praised, kissing in between your shoulder blades before he repeated the same steps on the other side.
This is when you really got the full effect of the rope. Your back arched as your arms tightened together even further, Harry adding a second layer of wrapped around rope right above your elbows. Once this was tied you couldn’t move at all.
There was no give, no elbow wiggle room, nothing. You were utterly trapped, your arms restricted in every direction and your wrists crossed due to his extra ties at your upper arms. It wasn’t uncomfortably tight, but the feeling of being completely at his mercy was restrictive enough.
If you lost balance on your knees there’d be nothing to catch you, and Harry could literally put you in any position and there’d be nothing you could do about it. Well… there was always your safe word and telling Harry that you needed to be untied but you didn’t want that.
You liked being controlled, and you liked the fact that Harry could do whatever he wanted. It got you off more than anything.
Despite being unable to move, the rope was a lot softer than you expected; velvety, slinky almost. Your hands had been tied up before, but it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t so intricate, and it wasn’t a process where you could feel every single twist and turn. Harry wasn’t walking you through it like he was now; he wasn’t rasping in your ear and calling you a good girl, telling you how well you were taking it and how pretty you looked all tied up.
This was a completely different experience. It was making you unbearably horny, and when the final tie was done right at the back near your shoulder blades all you could think about was him pushing your head into the duvet and fucking you senseless.
“All done honey… god you just look so pretty like this” he cooed in awe, taking the time to step back and appreciate his handywork.
You sat so perfectly still the entire time, and now looking at you from behind he was just breathless. Your back was arched, and your hands were resting right on your pretty ass. The pink rope looked glorious against your skin, and he was having a hard time containing himself when there were so many things he could do while you were tied up like this.
You couldn’t respond, not when you were already feeling so worked up.
“Turn around for me, princess”
Princess… oh that’s a new one.
And fuck… the name sent shivers through your entire body. It made your core and brain turn to goo all at the same time.
You shuffled around a bit awkwardly to face him, his pupils dilated and expression dark. The look on his face had your mouth parting, nerves flooding your body because he looked so ravenous you thought he’d just pounce. Not that you would’ve minded, but your stomach was doing flips regardless.
“Good girl” he praised, looking right at you then cupping your face with one hand. He leaned in and kissed you gently, his hand sliding down to wrap around the front of your throat. He wasn’t restricting air; it was just a classic move of his that told you that he owned you. And he did, god he did.
You kissed him back eagerly, trying to reach him but failing. He noticed your efforts and laughed into your mouth. It was mocking, and his fingers tightened on the sides of your neck as the kiss was broken due to his amusement.
“Already trying to reach me, are you pretty girl?” he smiled down at you, but you could see the mischief in his eyes. You nodded pathetically.
“Yes” you tried to reach him again, angling your head up to capture his mouth but he shook his head and pressed his thumb to your lips.
“Nuh uh. You’ll get another one if you’re good f’me during your spanking, understand?” his eyes flickered down to your lips, wanting to give in and kiss you again.
Your stomach stirred at the thought of him spanking you raw, but you pushed that side to get what you wanted. What you wanted was his gorgeous mouth on yours and is tongue down your throat.
“You said I could have whatever I wanted tonight… please… Daddy” you pronounced the word slowly, fluttering your lashes at him a little then looking down at his lips. While you were submissive, and he could get you to do quite literally anything, you also knew how to get what you wanted.
He groaned and smirked, squeezing your throat in a warning way but ultimately giving in to your little antics. “How can I say no when you ask me like that?”
He bridged the gap between you and kissed you firmly, his other hand rounding your body to grab onto your ass. He finished off the kiss by grabbing your bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it out, spanking you as he released it with a pop.
Harry was still in charge, and while he was going to give you whatever you wanted he was going to do it in his way.
“That’s all your getting pet, now turn around and stick that pretty ass of yours in the air” he spanked you again just because then let you go, heading the few short steps away to his array of toys on the ottoman at the edge of his bed.
You turned around and shakily bent at your hips, trying to press your face into the bed. Your core strength helped you part way, but it failed and made your cheek collide with the bedding a little harder than you would’ve liked. You prayed that Harry didn’t see, but the little chuckle he ket out while looking at you told you that he did.
“Don’t laugh at me” you pouted, turning your head so it was facing Harry. He was very focused on the arrangement, his eyes flickering between objects. When you followed his eyeline, your thighs tensed at the paddle with holes in it and that black leather riding crop you two specifically spoke about yesterday.
He looked gorgeous, always did. His concentration face was one of your favourite though, and he was looking between the options like it was the hardest decision he ever had to make. He was playing with his bottom lip, making his ‘H’ and ‘S’ rings sparkle in the light.
Ugh, you loved this rings. Only harry was narcissistic enough to monogram his clothes and wear his initials on his rings.
It was hot though. So hot and sexy it made you want his initials tattooed somewhere on your body.
“How can I not when you fall on your face?” He looked up at you with an amused expression, his eyes following the line of your body and stopping right at your ass stuck up in the air.
At that, he made his decision quickly.
Both. He would use both to spank you.
You made a little noise of distain, not liking the embarrassment. But the noise got caught in your throat when you watched him grab both tools. You followed him with your eyes until you couldn’t anymore, watching him round the bed again to stand behind you.
Along the way, he reached the crop out and brushed it against your skin, tracing it along your side in soft teasing motions. The motion had your toes curling, stomach dropping in suspense for what it would feel like when he actually used it.
His hand was hard and firm, and you liked the solidness of it. But this was smaller, whackier and you imagined it would sting a lot more.
Harry was obsessed with how goosebumps rose on your skin in a path following the crop, and he couldn’t help but make little swirls and random motions to keep those goosebumps going. From complaining earlier, you had suddenly turned very quiet.
“You’re gonna look so pretty with all these marks on you y/n” he praised, suddenly spanking you quickly in two spots with the crop. You whimpered at the sting, strong but almost light and bitey at the same time and followed by a dull ache. “That okay?”
You nodded against the bed, eyes closed tight. “Yes… god yes… more… please”
You liked the sting compared to a heavier hand (literally). It was sharp but concentrated in a smaller area. That made it hurt more to be honest, and with the way you were bent over everything was turned up by 100.
“More?” He chucked the heavier paddle next to you on the bed then spanked you with the crop again, watching a little red line form with delight. “Just a little pain whore, huh?”
You groaned at his degradation, becoming more and more aroused from his words alone. He spanked you on the opposite cheek with his hand this time, hearing a louder pained reaction that had his cock jerking in his pants. He hadn’t removed his rings yet, and he could already see the little ‘H.S’ marks forming on your ass.
The sight had him groaning and hitting you with his hand again, following it up quickly with the riding crop in a different spot. Your fingers dug into the palms of your hands, your mouth gaped wide against the bed as whimpers and moans fell from your lips.
“Look so pretty like this, y’know? Bent over and taking everything I give you” he murmured, caressing his hand over your soft skin. The g-string you wore barely covered your pretty pussy, and the string was so dainty he could see the round jewel end of the plug inside of your ass.
He made the chaste decision to pull the string aside and press his thumb to the gem, spanking you with the crop once again.
“Harry!” You cried, legs pressing inwards at the feeling of him stimulating the plug. Just having it in there had been driving you up the wall, now that he was playing with it you could barely contain how needy you were.
“Don’t tense your legs, relax” he hit you again, loving the sound of your pitiful cries each time he spanked you. Harry quickly pulled your underwear down and let it rest at your knees, so he had proper access to you. He started to twist the plug inside you, twirling it before pulling it back enough to reach the widest part then thrusting it back into you.
You were moaning uncontrollably, trying to push back to meet his thrusts. But every time you did, he’d spank you which made you lurch forward to try and get away. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, god you were having the best time of your life, but it still hurt.
The mix of the fullness and tight stretch of him using the plug to loosen you up and the sharp stings of the crop had you going delirious.
“Colour?” He asked suddenly, his eyes focused on the fresh marks all over your ass.
“G-green” you stuttered out, tears spilling from your eyes and onto the duvet below you.
“Good girl sweetheart, you’re taking it so well.” He praised, reaching down to kiss your reddened cheek. He switched to the paddle at this point, the flat leather paddle with holes cut out of it.
He spanked you firmly with it, and the pain was dizzying. You cried out his name and attempted to shuffle forward to get away, not because you actually wanted to, but just out of natural reaction. He quickly pulled you back by your hip and spanked you again in a different spot. It felt hot and firm and the pain crawled all the way up your back.
“Don’t do that. You can fucking take it, y/n” he spanked you again, his fingers digging into the meaty part of your hips to keep you in place. “You’ll get a reward for being a good girl, darling. Don’t you want to be a good girl f’me” another spank landed on your body, this time towards your lower cheek and upper thigh.
That pain was always the worst and it felt like your brain just went to nothing. It hurt, fuck it hurt but with every spank that plug was being moved and stimulated and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each one.
How could something that hurt so bad, and made you cry so hard make you so turned on?
“Yes, yes” you cried, your nails digging harder into the palms of your hand. He noticed it immediately and dropped the paddle to the bed.
“Don’t do that either” his voice was softer this time, and he uncurled your fingers from your palm and kissed the crescent indents from your nails. “Don’t hurt yourself, only I can. And if it’s too much you need to tell me, darling. I want you to like it. Do you want to stop?”
“I… no” you stuttered, your words getting caught in your throat. You curled your toes instead to try and make up for Harry’s hands holding your fingers away from your palm, but it didn’t soothe the ache on your ass or the floaty feeling in your brain.
He didn’t like your hesitance. There was a difference between simply feeling too good to get the words out and being unsure. You sounded unsure, and unsure wasn’t ‘green’ in his eyes. It was yellow, red even.
“We’re done” he responded firmly. Your brows furrowed in confusion.
“What?” Your words came out quietly and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach that tonight was over, and you didn’t even know why.
Harry grabbed you gently by your waist and picked you up so you were sat back on your knees, your back pressed to his chest, his arm wrapping around you to support your upper body. You winced at the feeling of your ass pressed against your heels. He grabbed your knee furthest from him and used it to pull your body so you were facing him better, his hand cupping your jaw and his thumb pressed to your chin so he could angle your face to his.
“Look at me” he demanded gently, your eyes fluttering open softly. He searched your eyes, loving the smudged makeup around them but hating how concerned he was. You didn’t say you had enough and when he asked for your colour you said green, but maybe he pushed too far. “You hesitated, so we’re done. The colours work both ways y/n and I can see I’ve pushed you too far. So, no more”
He angled your face around, almost to inspect every inch of it. His words warmed you and just made you crave more of his validation. It always happened when you slept with Harry. Your brain would turn to mush and suddenly the only thing on your mind was him and pleasing him.
It didn’t feel like he pushed you too far, even though you were desperately horny and sore. But maybe he could see something you couldn’t, and you knew he’d always take care of you.
“Thank you” you whispered, looking down at his lips with purpose. “I feel okay Harry… I feel good”
“Okay…” He searched your eyes again, reading your body language then caught on quickly when you stared at his mouth. He slipped his hand further down to loop around your neck. “Do you want something?”
“Kiss me”
He gave into your command immediately, kissing you gently then building up as you tried to take control and deepen it. You wanted him, you wanted anything, and you would’ve done anything to get it.
“Please, please touch me” you pleaded, breaking the kiss and looking at him with desperation in your eyes. He groaned at your reply and pulled you back in for another deep kiss, sensing that you were actually okay.
“Get down like you were before” he let go of you and helped you twist back around so you were in the same position as you just were in.
When you managed to get your face pressed to the duvet like before, Harry pulled your underwear down from your knees off your feet and tucked them into his pants pockets for safe keeping. Even though he wasn’t actively thinking about the fact that this was your last time together, he was preparing himself for when he wouldn’t see you for months.
He needed something to pull him through. Using your underwear to jerk off wasn’t the best idea he ever had, nor the most dignified but he needed a pair just in case.
“Spread your legs for me. Show Daddy all your pretty holes that he gets to play with tonight” he cooed, stepping closer to you and caressing the red paddle marks over your ass and upper thighs. You shivered into the bed at the pain and pried your thighs apart, widening your knees on the bed so you were properly spread for him.
Your ass felt like it was on fire, the reddened marks from the paddle and riding crop pulsing like they had a life of their own. You had already cried into the mattress from his spanking, your makeup smudged and disgusting, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.
Despite all that, there was another pulsing between your legs, one you just couldn’t ignore any longer. With your hands and arms still tied behind your back all you could do was wiggle your ass a little to try and show Harry just how desperate you were.
Your clit was on fire, swollen and begging to be touched and you were so wet your inner thighs were covered in it. From sitting in your own arousal all day, it felt like with one little push your plug could just slide right out and make room for Harry’s cock.
Ugh… Harry’s cock. You wanted it in your mouth, your pussy, your ass… God you would’ve had him fuck your tits or even slap you with it. Just anything.
“Please… please Daddy” you whined, digging your nails into your palm again to try and put pain somewhere else in your body to relieve the one between your legs. The sting and ache from your ass was dizzying, and you just needed something to make it go away.
Harry was mesmerised by the sight of you. That overly expensive plug in your ass shimmered in the light like jewellery on your neck, drawing his eye to the place he had been thinking about all night. Then your pussy… god your pussy. It was puffy and swollen from being so aroused and was so shiny and slick he just couldn’t wait to get a taste.
“Ohh darling, got yourself so worked up didn’t you…” he quickly pried your fingers away from your palms “don’t” he then caressed your swollen labia, so gently it tickled and had you squirming against him. “Don’t. Stay still” he reprimanded again, spanking your pussy quickly and making you cry out against the bed.
Harry let out a mocking chuckle at the visible increase in arousal just at the spank against your clit. At this he pressed his thumb to your swollen bud, making you sigh out in relief just at the stimulation. It was barely anything and he didn’t move it at all, but just the pressure felt amazing.
“Just a little pain whore, aren’t you darling? Got so fucking wet from the spanking, didn’t you?”
He pressed a kiss to your ass, then another right by your pussy on your inner thigh. He audibly moaned at the scent of your arousal, so close to his nose it had his mouth watering.
Harry had been thinking of your sweet taste for days. It plagued his mind like his job did… constantly, distractingly. Although his job didn’t make his cock hard just thinking about getting your pussy on his mouth.
“Answer me.” He spanked your pussy again, a smile curling on his mouth where it rested on your ass at the cry you let out. He got sick sick satisfaction when you cried for him.
“Yes! Yes, God yes. M’ so wet, H please… please” you babbled.
Your thighs wanted to slam shut on his hand, but he quickly pried them open again. Your pussy was pulsing yet with each spank right over your clit, sparks of pleasure shot through you. Part of you even questioned whether he could make you come just from spanking your clit and nothing else.
He probably could. He could probably make you come just by staring at you. That is how attracted you were to him.
The name you used hit him like a ton of bricks and his eyebrows quirked in surprise. He used it on the note, and his friends and family called him H all the time, yet he had never heard it come out of your mouth. You must’ve been thinking about it all day, because when the two of you were playing like this you usually went straight to ‘Harry’ or ‘Daddy’ and nothing else.
He liked it though. Scratch that, he fucking loved it.
It riled him up in a way he didn’t expect, because almost immediately he was burying his face into your pussy, groaning like an animal at the first taste. You moaned desperately when his tongue met your clit after a few experimental licks through your labia, collecting as much arousal as he could on his tongue before he focused on pleasuring you.
“Taste so fucking good baby, gonna miss tasting your pretty fucking pussy” he groaned, spanking your ass then grabbing both cheeks and spreading them wider so he had better access to you.
Harry used his entire face and hands to eat you out, he always did. While his tongue licked at your clit his nose was pressed against the plug inside you, applying pressure and making you grind back into his face. He used his lips and mouth to pleasure your clit, suckling on it and wrapping his lips around it like a straw.
When his tongue was deep inside of you, slurping and thrusting so Harry could practically drink your arousal, his thumb was rubbing against your clit. He just loved your taste, wanted to be consumed by it and have it soaked in his facial hair. He wanted the scent to last days and for your flavour to stain his tongue.
If taste could be tattooed, he’d have yours on his skin forever.
It wasn’t just your flavour that made him love giving you head so much. It was your sound, the way your body reacted. You had been whining and moaning uncontrollably since his mouth met your pussy, but you’d tense up when his teeth grazed your clit, and you let out incoherent jumbles of words when he sucked particularly hard.
When his fingers dug into your cheeks, pressing right into the forming bruises on your soft skin and you cried out his name, he felt his cock jerk in response. You just sounded so fucking pretty.
He almost felt like an addict. Starved and unable to get a fix without a higher dose each time.
Harry decided to take a breather and press kisses against your ass as he slid two fingers inside of you, knowing you could take it. But it was barely 30 seconds, and he was still breathless when he dove in again and attached his mouth to your clit, needing your taste. Craving it.
“Harry… fuck. Don’t stop, please” you begged, burying your face into the duvet to try and muffle the noise coming out of your mouth.
“I won’t. fucking hell, I won’t. Being such a good girl for me, darling… taste so fucking sweet” he groaned, his moan vibrating onto your clit and making your thighs shake.
You could already feel your orgasm approaching fast and without much build up you were crying out Harry’s name and shaking against his mouth, waves and waves of pleasure rolling through you and making your toes curl. “Good girl, fuck baby. Always sound so pretty when you come” he praised, carrying you through your orgasm with his fingers while he pressed sloppy kisses along your ass and thighs.
The first orgasm was always the best, like fresh release after being blocked up for so long. But you knew that it wouldn’t be your only one for the night. Harry never gave you just one.
Harry pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you to pant against the bed as he walked around the other side of it. You felt the mattress dip in front of you but paid no attention to it until Harry helped you sit back up on your haunches like before.
Your eyes met his and found him knelt in front of you. He cupped your face and kissed you, your own arousal coating your tongue before he pulled away to dip his thumb into your mouth to open it.  “Suck.” He guided his fingers, the same two that were just inside of you to your mouth and you gladly welcomed them, sucking them and cleaning them of your arousal.
His eye contact made your entire body shiver, it always did. It was intense, his pupils so large and the greens of his eyes so dark he almost looked evil. There wasn’t an evil bone in Harry’s body, but he could be sadistic, and you knew that he also derived pleasure from spanking you and making you cry.
“Good girl baby” his voice dropped lower while his other hand came up from your waist to the side of your breasts, cupping it and rubbing your pebbled nipple through the see-through mesh of your bra. You whimpered at the feeling and arched your back into his touch, running your tongue up and down his fingers.
“You look so pretty like this… my pretty girl” he murmured, keeping eye contact with you as he pulled the cup of your bra down to expose your nipple then leaned down to capture it in his mouth. Your mouth opened and eyes fluttered shut, whimpers filling the room as he bit your nipple gently.
There it was again… my. His words of ownership always made you feel a different kind of high, like those words alone could provide all the pleasure you needed to be satisfied for the rest of your life.
All you ever wanted was to be his.
His fingers left your mouth and repeated the same action to your other breast, pulling the cup down so he could switch and suck on that one too. The bite of pain hit you right in your clit, growing your desperation for more touch… for another orgasm.
He suddenly pulled off and reached for the set of nipple clamps on the ottoman, two little black clamps connected by chain. Your eyes snapped open at the loss of touch and watched him curiously, tensing your thighs together just at the thought of him using them on you. Every little movement you made had your ass pulsing in dull pain.
“Gonna put these on, is that okay?” he asked, waiting for your enthusiastic nod before he cupped your breast and ran his thumb over your nipple, feeling how hard it was. Once you gave him the consent he was looking for, he put the clamp on without hesitation, loving the sound of your curse of pain.
“Oh… fuck” your body jerked; back arching as soft pants left you. This pain was much worse than the dull ache of your ass, but fuck did it feel good. Your thighs were shifting just at the first one, then at the second you were practically vibrating… needy, soaked, aching for him.
“Feel good, sweetheart?” he smirked, giving the chain an experimental tug. You groaned and nodded, biting your lip.
“Yes… yes… ugh please”
“I know…” he untucked his shirt from his pants, drawing your eyes to where those gorgeous hands of his were unbuttoning the last two buttons on his shirt. “It hurts doesn’t it?”
“Yes… please, need you” you breathed, your chest rising and falling harder from all the stimulation on your body. Your body was aching from every direction, and it was making your head spin.
“I’ll make the ache go away darling. Don’t you worry about that” he stood from the bed and removed his shirt, pants and socks, folding them neatly and placing them on the armchair like you weren’t looking at him with desperation.
You said nothing as he made his way back on the bed, lying down in the centre with widened legs before propping himself up on his arms. Between his intense eye contact, his gorgeous, toned body and his hard cock, you were ravenous. If your arms weren’t tied behind your back, you would’ve pounced and gotten his cock in your mouth so quickly.
But it was clear he had other plans because he hadn’t untied you yet, and he was looking at you with deep hunger in his eyes. “C’mere love, want you on my face” he did a little ‘come here’ motion with his fingers.
What?
The words almost didn’t register until you gave yourself a moment to understand what he wanted. You had watched face sitting on porn, in fact it was one of your favourite things to watch. But you had never done it before, and the thought of being sat on someone’s face was equally as terrifying as it was arousing.
“I don’t want to hurt you…” you bit your lip, feeling hesitant at his request. He sat up at your words, making you yelp in surprise when he grabbed you by the back of your knees and pulled so you were straddled over his lap.
“You won’t” he held your throat, forcing you to maintain eye contact. “Now come here and do as I say”
He laid back down and looked at you expectantly. You still moved with caution despite the warning look on his face, stumbling a little to shuffle up so your knees were on either side of his head. “Are you sure I won’t hurt you? I might squish you”
“What you don’t understand sweetheart…” his hands grabbed onto the back of your thighs, his eyes hungrily gazing at your bare pussy. “Is that I want you to squish me” he looked back up at you and kissed at your inner thigh, “I want your pussy to be the only thing I can think about” another kiss, this time closer to the part you wanted most. Your thighs shook at the feeling of his breath fanning right against you, even though his mouth had already been there no more than 5 minutes ago. “If that means fucking suffocating in your arousal I’ll do it, in fact, I want to suffocate between your thighs. Want it to kill me”
He let out a borderline a growl then widened your knees further on the bed, so your pussy was right at his lips. He swept his tongue through your folds at first, getting a fresh taste of you before he went straight to your clit.
You gasped at the first point of contact, feeling sensitive from your first orgasm and already on edge from those few spanks he gave you. Your immediate instinct was to move towards the pleasure, your hips bucking to grind down onto his mouth.
But you stopped yourself before you fully mounted yourself onto his tongue, not wanting to suffocate him or hurt him in any way. The dull pain in your nipples kept you awake in your pleasure and you were able to keep upright on your thighs despite how amazing his mouth was working on you.
Harry didn’t like this very much though.
“No. Don’t hover, sit” he reached up and tugged on the chain connecting your nipple clamps, making you cry out and drop properly onto him, the surge of pain causing your legs to basically collapse.
He groaned hungrily into you, his hands grabbing your ass and pressing you against his tongue like your full body weight wasn’t enough. When you looked down at him he was in complete bliss, eyes closed and his moans of pleasure vibrating straight onto your clit.
Now that you were properly sat on him you couldn’t help but start grinding. Your hips moved on their own, grinding back and forth along his tongue so your clit was being stimulated exactly how you wanted it to be. The pleasure was dizzying, and you were barely able to breathe due to how many things you were feeling at once.
The pleasure on your clit… the ache on your ass where Harry’s fingers were digging in, the ropes starting to dig into your arms a little too hard… the sharp sting at your nipples. All of it was just too much at once, all you could do was sit there and close your eyes, incoherent babbles and moans of pleasure falling from your mouth.
“Harry… oh fuck” you cried, head tilted back, and mouth parted wide. You wanted to tug at his hair, to feel his thighs in your hands, to just touch him in any way back, but with your hands behind your back you were limited to just feeling the pleasure instead.
Harry couldn’t speak back, but he didn’t even want to. He was so immersed in your taste and how slick you were that he didn’t want to part for a second. Your arousal had already coated his entire mouth and chin, the very tip of his nose wet as well, and he loved it.
He kept his facial hair trimmed today which he was silently thanking himself for because now your scent would linger for days.
He pressed his thumb to your clit to take a breather, stimulating while he panted into your heat and tried to collect his breath. At this moment he opened his eyes to look at you and the sight before him was utterly glorious.
Your chest was rising and falling rapidly and the look of ecstasy on your face was one he wanted to see for the rest of his life. He was going to miss this… miss you. He would miss your taste and your pretty sounds and the way your pussy took his cock so well.
Most importantly though… he’d miss your smile and your laugh, your little jokes and nervous habits. He’d miss your company and your greeting every day after work.
Instead of getting too bogged down with the severe reality check neither of you had addressed yet, he dove straight back in and stuck his tongue out far, giving you the perfect stimulation to grind and chase your own orgasm.
It came fast, but this time a with a slower build up with far more warning than the first. “’m gonna come… fuck, Daddy” you moaned, gasping for air as you looked down to see his face. He moaned into you at the name, his cock stirring and aching for attention. Soon. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop”
He didn’t. He lapped at you and drew you through until you were shaking from overstimulation, whimpering and panting and trying to wiggle out of his grip. As soon as he could tell you had enough, he helped you move back to straddle his hips again.
“Take these off, please” you breathed, wiggling your shoulders to try and get his attention to your nipples.
“I’ve got you, I’ve always got you” He sat up and looked at you fondly then immediately released them, throwing the chain and clamps carelessly behind you. You let out a sigh of relief and tilted your head down, resting your forehead to his chest. The release was both welcoming yet provided more pain, pulsing and making you shudder.
“Did so well baby, sound so fucking pretty when you come” he angled your head up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue as he pulled the trigger strand of rope at your back.
The various knots and twists started to come undone on their own just at the simple release of the finishing knot. With a little help from Harry your arms were free and quickly coming up to cup his face, needing to feel him again with your own hands. Your arms felt sore and jelly like, stiff from being in the same position for so long but that didn’t stop you from needing to touch him.
“I didn’t like it… not being able to touch you” you frowned, kissing him gently before pressing your chest properly against his and wrapping your arms around his neck. The body contact soothed you instantly and lit up another fire inside you at the same time that reminded you of the plug deep inside your ass.
He was solid beneath you, moaning into your mouth and pulling you harder onto his cock as you started to grind down onto him. Your clit was sensitive and aching, but you were still so insatiably wet and just hungry for more. You had been thinking about anal sex non-stop for the last week and you just didn’t want to wait any longer.
“Can touch me however you like now, baby” he panted, wounding his fingers through your hair then tugging back so your neck was exposed to him. His lips met your jaw as you breathed out moans at the feeling, his mouth finding your sensitive spots and nipping and sucking there.
“Want you Daddy… want you in my ass” you whimpered, letting your eyes flutter closed as your hands glided across his shoulders and back to his upper back, just feeling his skin.
Your words made him groan against your neck, barely holding on just from feeling your wet pussy through his boxers. You were practically dripping, even after two orgasms. The front of his underwear was slick and he could feel it right on the length of his cock, like your pussy was begging for him to fuck you.
His movements stuttered, pausing for a brief moment before he kissed back up your neck and grabbed your jaw to angle your head back down to him. Your eyes opened to meet his and found heat and a dark gaze on his face. “And how do you ask? Have you forgotten your manners?”
With one hand on your jaw, the other rounded your ass and pressed on the plug. A chuckle left him at the gaped expression on your face, your thighs tensing up at the stimulation.
“Please… please fuck my ass” you gasped, squirming when he tugged at the plug.
Harry’s eye contact was something you could never get over, but it was the same for him vice versa. Your cheeks were flushed pink at your own words, which told Harry that you felt nervous asking for something like that. But your eyes… your eyes told a completely different story. They were pitiful and submissive, like a little gazelle scared of the stalking lion. But they were alive, desperate… hungry. And he knew exactly what you wanted.
“That’s better” he kissed you again, undoing the clips of your bra and helping you pull it off before chucking it across the room.
He cradled your body in his hands then flipped the two of you over so you were lying on the bed, your legs wrapped around his narrow hips and his hands coming to rest on either side of your head to support him.
“Been thinking about this for too fucking long” he groaned, kissing you firmly one last time before he was sitting back on his haunches to stare down at your naked body.
His eyes scanned your body hungrily, taking in every dip and crease and mark. You looked utterly ruined already and he hadn’t even fucked you yet and he loved it. By the time Harry was done with you, you’d be crying from pleasure, and he was utterly looking forward to it.
You reached out desperately, not wanting to break contact with him which made a smile twitch at his lips. “Just gotta wait one moment, love.” He brought your hands to his mouth and kissed your fingertips quickly before he unwrapped your legs from his hips and got off the bed. You watched him, your knees falling inwards so you didn’t feel so exposed lying there.
Even after sleeping with him so many times, you still hated lying there like a sacrificial lamb while you waited for him.
He dropped his boxers and grabbed a couple condoms from his bedside table then made his way back on the bed to kneel in front of you. You propped yourself up on your arms and continued staring, feeling unbelievably lucky that this gorgeous god of a man was the one pleasuring you tonight.
You always felt lucky when you slept together, like you couldn’t believe this entire thing was happening in the first place. And now tonight was the last time it was going to happen... The thought made those ugly feelings of heartbreak swirl in your chest, how could it not? But you were quickly distracted when Harry ran his large ring-clad hands up your calves, ending up at your knees.
The feeling of his cool rings against your heated skin made you shiver, even more due to the way his fingers danced along your skin, purposefully trying to tease and prolong his journey up.
“You always hide yourself, darling. You should be proud of your body…” he soothed, gently prying your knees apart and running his hands down your inner thighs. A shudder ran through you “This body is your home and it’s fucking gorgeous, from here-“ he pressed a kiss to your knee, “to here” he pressed his thumb right at your clit, making you writhe in sensitivity. “You get me so hard y’know, fucking sore at how gorgeous you are, why don’t you see that?”
He kissed at your knee again, keeping eye contact with you as his fingers drifted lower, pressing at your entrance teasingly before going straight for the plug.
“Harry…” you breathed, looking up at the ceiling and feeling entirely overwhelmed at his words and frustratingly wet at his touch. Your clit was sensitive, yes, but you still felt entirely unsatisfied despite the two orgasms. Empty. You felt empty and longed for him to fill you up and just fuck you silly. You knew he would…
“No. Keep your eyes on me” he firmly grabbed your chin and tilted your head back down, so you were forced to look at him, “you know I hate when you don’t look at me”
“I know… I’m sorry” you sighed, whimpering and trying not to close your eyes when he pulled the plug out of you completely. You couldn’t help but clench around nothing, the sudden emptiness making you feel frantic to fill it back up with something else.
“Don’t apologise, just listen and be a good girl. Want you to keep your eyes on me okay?”
You nodded wordlessly, mesmerised by the sight of him sheathing his cock with a condom. It shouldn’t turn you on to watch a man put on a condom. Yet it was hot watching the way Harry’s abs tensed and contracted with every movement, the vein in his neck popping like the condom was causing him pain. It was erotic. Though everything Harry did was erotic.
“Just gonna get you nice and lubed for me, love” he whispered, more to himself than you as he reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of lube and vibrator from the collection on the ottoman. He grabbed the lube first and squeezed it right over your little hole, spreading it around with two fingers and dipping them past your tight rim of muscles for good measure.
You squirmed against his touch which he chuckled at then pulled his fingers away and focused on coating his cock instead. Harry kept the lube and vibrator right beside him on the bed for easy access because he knew he’d be needing them both soon.
There was no natural lubrication when during anal, so everything had to come from a bottle. Harry wanted to make sure there was as much as possible, so you’d enjoy it and not get hurt… unintentionally. There was always room for a little pleasure-laced-pain, which there no doubt would be.
The plug was enough prep for you to take his cock, but Harry knew the stretch would still sting, just like it did when he fucked your pussy.
Harry gathered your legs in his hands, pushing them against your chest with one hand so he had easier access to your holes. With the other hand he guided the head of his cock to your ass, pressing against it but not enough to actually go inside.
“You ready? Just gotta relax…” he looked up at you, meeting your gaze and making sure your response was one with confidence instead of hesitance. You nodded quickly, eagerly.
“Yes… please”
The first push of his cock had you gasping and clutching onto him for dear life. It hurt, a lot more than you thought to be honest. With the plug in you all day, and him already playing with it tonight you thought it would be enough. But you severely underestimated what it would actually be like. He didn’t get very far, unable to even push inside at all really.
“You need to relax.” He repeated, feeling a lot of resistance from your body. He stopped completely, not even getting his head past your rim of muscles due to how tensed you had become.
“’m sorry… go… go, it’s okay” you relaxed immediately, grabbing onto his arm firmly and relaxing your body. He nodded and watched your face as he tried again, this time easily able to push his head inside due to your relaxed body.
“Ohh fuckk baby” Harry groaned, the vein in his neck popping out from how hard he was restraining himself from just diving straight into you. He couldn’t and he wouldn’t because he knew it would hurt you, but fuck. Just the feeling of your tight ass around the tip of his cock had his thighs shaking, like he had never fucked someone there before.
He had, many times. Yet every time it felt like the first time, tighter than he had ever experienced with more resistance than a pussy could ever give. It didn’t help that it was you who was under him, squirming at the pain and grabbing onto his arms so tight he thought you’d break skin with your nails. You were letting out obscene noises; throaty whimpers and gasps, and a high pitched “Oh my god”.
Now that he was properly in you, you were really feeling the pain. But it was worth it because for the first time all day you felt properly full and stuffed, something you had been craving since you prepped for anal sex in the first place.
Every noise and move you made was sending Harry into overdrive, and he was grabbing onto the back of your thighs tight to try and control himself.
“Relax y/n, gotta relax or it’ll hurt” it would sting either way, especially since you had never done anal before, but if you were so tensed then Harry wouldn’t even be able to get his cock in halfway and it would hurt beyond what you enjoyed.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… fuck” you panted, trying to make your body melt into the bed. Just the tip of his cock was already overwhelming you. The stretch was tight and painful and had knocked out all the breath from your lungs. You didn’t know if you’d even be able to handle his entire cock without crying or passing out from being so stimulated.
“it’s okay, it’s okay darling, just relax… there you go, good girl baby” he murmured, feeling your body relax in his grip.
After feeling you completely calm down, he pushed further in… slowly, gently. There was no such thing as too slow or gentle in anal, nor such a thing as too much lube. You’re dealing with a muscle that isn’t used to things going in it instead of out, so everything had to be done with extra care. And Harry wanted you to enjoy it, especially for your first time.
Incoherent babbles and noises left your mouth the further he pushed in, your lower half feeling full in a way you had never experienced before.
“Fuck… that’s it, love. Being so fucking good for me” he groaned, pushing until his cock was all the way inside you. When his balls touched your ass he stopped completely, panting above you to try and calm himself down before he completely wrecked you. It just felt so fucking good he was worried he’d come after three little thrusts.
Having his cock inside you was nothing like either plugs you two had played around with. His cock was wider, longer and filled you up in a way you couldn’t compare to anything else. The sting of pain that accompanied his length only made it a more intense experience and you knew it would only get better once he started fucking you properly.
It wasn’t pleasurable yet, but you knew it would be as soon as he fucked into the spot inside your ass that had made you come multiple times over the last week.
“Please… please daddy, fuck me” you cupped his face, “use me… need it so bad. Just fuck me”
You were babbling, pleading like you’d die if he didn’t just take what he wanted. You needed it badly like you needed oxygen to breathe.
“Fuck” he cursed, your filthy words turning him on in unspeakable ways. “You want it rough baby?” he let go of one of your thighs, letting it fall open onto the bed as he grabbed onto your neck instead. You nodded enthusiastically, placing your hand over his on your neck. Just the pressure of his hand there had your head spinning.
“I’m gonna fucking give it to you and you’re gonna take it like the little slut you are, understand?”
“Yes… yes, please” you chanted panting as he pulled his hips back just enough for his length to rub against that spot inside you. You didn’t even know what it was called or how to find it yourself, but that didn’t matter when it felt this good when Harry did it. Everything always felt better when Harry did it. “Yesss!”
Your back arched, and suddenly your mind was going numb as Harry started thrusting into you properly. The first few thrusts were painful even despite being lubed up more than ever before, but that quickly subsided and was replaced with pure ecstasy.
“Jesus Christ baby… so damn tight” he moaned, head tilting back momentarily as he used his grip on your neck for leverage to fuck into you harder. Once your ass was properly accustomed to his cock he didn’t hold back. He fucked into you rough and fast, his balls slapping onto your ass and the noise filling the room.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You were trying hard to keep your eyes opened but with the way Harry was fucking you, you couldn’t even breathe or think let alone maintain eye contact.
“Daddy… daddy” you cried, gripping onto the pillow on either side of your head and fisting it in your hands. Your eyes fluttered shut but he quickly reprimanded you by letting go of your neck and spanking your breast, kneading it roughly and making them fly back open in shock.
“Keep those pretty eyes open” he demanded, pinching your nipple before reaching over to the vibrator he grabbed earlier. You cried out when he switched on the small handheld wand and pressed it right to your clit, your legs snapping around his hips in reaction to the stimulation.
“I know… feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” he chuckled, loving your reaction to the vibrator. “Hold it there.”
Your hand shakily approached the wand, grabbing it from Harry and replacing his hand to hold it against you. The ripples of pleasure going through you was otherworldly and you were squirming on the bed intensely, unable to stay still from all the sensations.
“So wriggly” he chuckled, hooking your legs over the crook of his arms and using his grip to fuck you even harder. Now that you were adjusted to him, he was fucking you exactly how he wanted, using you like a flashlight to stimulate his cock. He knew you could take it, and he also knew it felt good by the way you had gone dumb with pleasure and could barely say anything let alone moan.
The added stimulation from the vibrator was like the detonation of a bomb, and within barely a minute you were crying out Harry’s name and coming all over his cock. Arousal flooded out of you, dripping down to add extra lubrication to his already drenched cock. You turned the vibrator off when it got too much and chucked it beside you, crying out loud at how Harry’s thrusts never stopped even when you felt too much.
“I love when you come for me… sound so good for me baby” he praised, pulling out suddenly and grabbing your hips to roll you onto your stomach. Your body felt like jelly so the move was easy and met with zero resistance. He pulled them back up roughly, dragging your chest along the bed until you were in the doggy position, and he was fucking his cock back into your ass.
He made sure to pour more lube over your hole, loving the way it was gaped and waiting for him to dive back in. He did it would precision this time, watching the lube drip down over your pussy and onto the bed as he slid right into you again.
Having that barely thirty seconds break of stimulation made his first thrust in feel like every nerve in your body was being touched at the same time. It was cruel the way he started thrusting back into you immediately, making you cry and claw at the mattress at just how good yet completely overwhelming it felt.
“Give me another, give me another orgasm pretty girl” he grunted, grabbing the vibrator and turning it on again then forcing it into your hand.
“Harry… I can’t” you protested, knowing using the vibrator again would only make your clit hurt. He paused his thrusts for a moment, pressing his fist to the duvet beside your head before wrapping his hand around yours and the vibrator then manoeuvring your hand under your belly and to your pussy.
“You can. You can because you’ve done it before so I know you can do it again” he spoke right in your ear, his chest pressed to your back. He let out a mocking chuckle when the head of the vibrator hit your clit and you squirmed beneath him, squealing into the bedding at the vibrations. It was only on the lowest setting, yet it felt like the highest.
“See, you can handle it…” he started moving again, letting go of your hand holding the vibrator and pressing his fist to the other side of your head. “Handle it so fucking well… like your ass was made for me” he groaned, kissing your back and driving into you with all the might in his body.
“You love it don’t you? Love being fucking owned like this” Harry spanked your ass, biting down on your shoulder at the sheer pleasure he was experiencing. “My fucking ass and my pussy isn’t it… you’re all mine aren’t you?”
You nodded against the bedding, “Yes… all yours… all yours daddy”
“That’s right. I own you, no one else can do what I can for you baby. But you know that don’t you? Know that only I can make you feel like this, only Daddy can fuck your little ass like you need it…”
Your legs were widening on the bed until you were practically lying flat, spread wide with your hand trapped and the vibrator pinned to your clit. You couldn’t think or even see anything, all your senses completely overworked and just existing in a whole heap of nothingness. There was nothing in your brain, just complete mind-numbing pain-laced pleasure that had you sobbing (literally) into the duvet and just taking whatever Harry gave you.
You couldn’t even respond to his words, but with every claim of ownership and dirty depraved word you could feel your body getting floatier and floatier, and closer to another orgasm. Being manhandled and being spoken to like that just did something to your mind and body that couldn’t be explained.
Your fourth orgasm built up quickly, but it was different than the others and produced a feeling you were now very familiar with.
Harry’s ability to make you squirt never ceased to amaze you, yet time and time again you still felt very unprepared for how it felt and the after effect it had on you.
“Harry… ‘mgonnasquirt!” that was all the warning you managed to give, though it was muffled by the way your face buried into the duvet when you released and just let it happen. The pure relief and stinging pleasure you experienced when your orgasm sprayed over the bedding and over Harry’s balls had you screaming into the bed, shaking and tensing up at how intense it was.
“Oh fucking hell” Harry cursed, feeling the first spray of your orgasm on his skin. Your body suddenly turned completely rigid as you practically convulsed and came over and over again, spraying down all over the bed until you shoved the vibrator away from you and collapsed. “Knew you could do it, angel. Just the best fucking girl for me. Make me so proud, you do”
You could barely respond and was completely deaf to his words, your mind ringing and dazed as he slowed his thrusts but still kept going. Your lack of response and the very visible change in your body worried Harry, so even though he hadn’t come yet he immediately pulled out and pushed you onto your back. He tucked his arm under your head and hovered over you, brows furrowing in concern at your closed eyes.
“y/n, are you okay?” he checked, brushing his thumb over your cheek and feeling relieved when you nodded, eyes still closed.
“Mhmm… just… just give me a second” you responded, grabbing his arms and squeezing your thighs together like it would help subside the thumping pain and pulsing aftershock of squirting and coming for the fourth time.
“You can have all the time in the world, just open your eyes when you’re ready pretty girl” he soothed, running his fingers delicately up and down your arm as he just looked at you. Even like this, with ruined makeup and sweaty hair, you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
From the beginning you weren’t his usual type, but that didn’t matter when you made him feel like this. You turned him on like no one ever had, his still hard cock was evidence of that, but you also made him feel alive. Just looking at you made his entire body feel alive and exhilarated and he was afraid he’d never find someone who made him feel like that again.
When he thought about sex he thought about you. Looking back on all the experiences he had in his life, none compared to what it felt like being with you, both physically and emotionally. He didn’t like feeling so connected, he hadn’t for weeks. But looking at you, he realised that this just couldn’t be the last time he saw you like this.
He needed you again and again and again. It was dangerous, unhealthy even and part of him knew he’d regret continuing anything with you. But he knew he’d regret it more if he didn’t get a chance to be in your sweet pussy again.
He wasn’t sure how it would happen, but he knew it had to. In any way.
When your eyes opened to look at him he smiled gently and cupped your face, leaning down to kiss you. You hummed into his mouth, cupping his face in return and pressing closer to him. In your daze you just thought he’d came, but the feeling of his hard cock against your thigh told you otherwise.
“You didn’t come” you frowned, voice strained from moaning so much.
“No, but it’s okay. Tonight was about you, darling and I still enjoyed myself even if I didn’t finish” he assured you, attempting to reach down and kiss you again.
It was the truth, because he felt enough pleasure just seeing you have fun and enjoy yourself. Finishing was always a bonus, but he didn’t need to, especially after being rough with you. You experienced many firsts tonight and he didn’t want to push you too far just for his own pleasure.
“No” you protested, holding his face so he couldn’t kiss you. “It’s not okay. I want you to come. I like making you feel good Harry”
“You have, you have darling” he smiled, pushing against your hand to kiss you. “I’ve already pushed you enough tonight and I can tell you’re tired”
You shook your head, wrapping your hand around his cock and making him groan into your mouth. He was already close to orgasming and just your hand had his hips shaking from being so close yet not close enough to having release.
“I want you… here” you let go of his cock and grabbed his hand, guiding his fingers to your dripping entrance. “Please” you looked at him pleadingly. Although you were tired your pussy hadn’t been used yet, and you just couldn’t end tonight without feeling his cock everywhere it should be.
“Are you sure?” His brows furrowed and you nodded. “Okay…” he whispered, sitting up and finding the other condom in its wrapper to change them over. He couldn’t fuck your pussy with the same condom he used for your ass, it wasn’t healthy and he wasn’t about to risk you getting some sort of infection.
After changing the condoms over he got back in position, spooning you and sliding one arm under your neck. His other hand cupped your face, kissing you again like he couldn’t get enough of it.   
“Are you sure?” he double checked, his eyes searching yours and his hand soft and delicate on your face. You nodded softly, feeling tired and sore but still wanting to please him and feel him inside you properly.
“Want you to come, Harry. Wanna make you feel good” you whispered, kissing him and lifting your leg up to show him that you were okay. His hand captured your leg in the crook of your knee and supported it upwards so you were spread open for him.
“Put me in then princess” he paused his kisses only long enough to speak before his mouth was on yours again.
You reached between your bodies and grabbed his cock, guiding him to your entrance. As soon as he was in position he pushed in slowly, the stretch of his cock making you whimper into his mouth. He had fingered you tonight so you had some prep for his cock, but your body was so sensitive that the burn was felt more than usual.
“Fucking love your pussy baby, always feels so good wrapped around me” he praised into your mouth, rocking gently once he was fully sheathed inside you. You moaned into his mouth, loving how deep he was inside you.
His thrusts weren’t rough, or too fast. He rocked deep and slow, like he was chasing his pleasure but careful not to go too hard to hurt you. Your mouths were connected, open against each other as you both panted in pleasure, not wanting to disconnect but unable to catch your breath.
It just felt different, like you had done the rough sex and were now experiencing something deeper and more meaningful. With your bodies pressed so close together, it felt like you were making love out of longing and feeling instead of something that was just for the end goal.
He fucked you like he was going to miss you, like this was a goodbye.
“‘m close baby, so close” his voice was more strained than usual, whimpery and desperate. “Gonna miss this, gonna miss you so much”
“Gonna miss you too, just don’t stop” you pleaded. You couldn’t come, and even if you wanted to it wouldn’t be for a long time. But this wasn’t about you, this was about Harry and his pleasure. Just having him close to you like this was everything you could’ve wanted.
His words hit you hard too, and you could feel tears springing in your eyes at the fact that this was the last time you’d ever be close to him like this again. “Come for me H, please baby”
That word of endearment had never left your mouth before, but it felt natural and right. He whimpered, full on whimpered at your words and let go of your leg, hugging you close instead as he reached his peak and desperately pressed his mouth to yours.
His heart was beating uncontrollably at the pet name, and it was like it filled his body was so many emotions at the one time he didn’t know what he was actually feeling. All he knew was that he needed you, closer, deeper.
He needed you in a way he had never needed anyone before.
When he finally stilled at the end of his high, you quickly angled your head away and breathed heavily while rubbing under your eyes, ensuring that you didn’t actually release all the pent up tears that you wanted to.
Harry buried his face in your neck, hugging you as you both laid there silently. You were still connected in the deepest way, but neither of you wanted to move just yet.
“I need a bath” you breathed, once air had properly returned to your lungs. Your body ached in every direction and even though it was hot outside, and the room was hot from your activities, it felt like the perfect thing to soothe your muscles.
“Mmh, a bath sounds lovely” Harry replied, closing his eyes and kissing the back of your shoulder haphazardly, like it was natural to him. “Why don’t I run one for us? Then I’ll change the sheets and rub some cream on you”
“Cream?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. He lifted his face from your neck and nodded, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face.
“To help with the bruising, ‘s important so it doesn’t hurt too much and heals properly”
You nodded in understanding, feeling so many things just looking at him. The knowledge of your parents being away tonight suddenly entered your mind, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench at the idea of going home to an empty house and being alone.
It was like Harry suddenly read your mind, or just happened to be thinking the same thing. “Would you like to stay the night? I know your parents aren’t home and I hate the idea of you being alone”
That was just an excuse really, because truthfully he just couldn’t bare the thought of himself being alone after everything that you two did tonight. He was nervous to ask, and he almost didn’t out of shear fear that you’d say no or take it the wrong way.
He never felt nervous to ask something like that, yet with you it felt like he was teetering on the edge of something dangerous and any wrong move could have him falling into the wrong side. One was losing you forever, which he just couldn’t handle and the other was finding himself hopelessly in love with you.
He had been fighting it for weeks, yet both extremes felt like they were the paths he was going down. He didn’t want either. But how long could he stay on the edge without falling into one?
There had to be a way to find a happy middle, one where he had you in his life but wasn’t utterly consumed and going against his core life goals and values just to have you.
Harry just wasn’t sure how to find that middle.
“I’d like that, thank you” you replied, sensing a shift in his attitude. He had suddenly turned quite serious, like he was caught up with something in his head. But his expression suddenly changed to that soft caring one he always had when he did aftercare with you.
“Good, stay right here and I’ll be right back”
You were fucked. Because while Harry got out of bed and walked into his ensuite you suddenly realised why you felt all this heartache all the goddamn time when you were around him.
You didn’t know why it hadn’t hit you before, really, but in the blink of an eye that realisation made everything make sense. You had feelings for him yes, that had been clear for weeks. He had single handedly completely flipped your whole world around and changed your attitude about everything romantically.
But it was more than that.
You were hopelessly in love with him.
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hey i had an idea for an avanger!steve smutty request? set in post cap and the winter soldier where the reader is a very close friend of steve and she’s been helping him in finding bucky and one night they are investigating desperately until late and they are pretty much frustrated and somehow end up releasing that frustration with seggs, and eventually express their feeling to eachother?
thank u so much i love ur writing <3
hi baby! thank you so much! I hope you like it, and I do apologise for the short smut.
summary - you and steve have spent hours trying to find his best friend, and it ends with him taking his frustration out on you.
warning - smut, creampie.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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You rub your eyes, yawning as you continue to look at the laptop in front of you. “Still nothing.” You shake your head, lifting your cup to take a drink, only to notice nothing left. You stand, slowly walking over to the coffee machine and sighing as that’s empty too. “Where’d all of the coffee go?” You turn and look at Steve, seeing the bags underneath his eyes. 
“We drank it all.” He groans, rubbing his face and tiredly blinking his eyes. His gaze lands on the time, and notices how late it is. “Jesus, we’ve been at this for hours.” You hum, looking at the time as well. “Maybe we should get some rest, but…” You both look at the one bed, the place didn’t have a room with two, but you and Steve were so focused on investigating the whereabouts of Bucky that you didn’t really notice. 
“I don’t even care at this point. I’m fine with sharing if you are.” You make your way over, not bothering with changing into pyjamas, just stripping into your underwear, no care that Steve is in the room. You slip underneath the covers, sighing from frustration. Steve follows suit, his cheeks red as he catches sight of you. 
“I can’t believe we haven’t even found anything yet.” He strips down to his boxers, climbs into bed and lays on his side facing you. “I’m so frustrated, he’s out there, possibly freaking out, and I can’t do anything about it.”
You touch his arm, looking at him. “You are doing everything you can, Steve. We will find him.” You stare at each other for a while before he launches toward you and latches his lips against yours, pushing you into the mattress.
Steve pulls back. “Tell me if this is okay.” He grips your hips, feeling his cock throb and harden as he lies between your legs, pressing his bulge against your core.
“It’s okay. Please.” You grip onto him, wrapping your legs around him and moaning as he surges forward, pressing his lips into yours again and grinding into you, swallowing the sweet sounds that escape you. “S–Steve, don’t tease… Please just fuck me.” He groans, quickly reaching down to take his throbbing member out before swiping your knickers to the side. 
“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” Steve growls, rubbing his tip against your sopping cunt before pushing in. His eyes roll to the back of his head at how tight and warm you are. “Jesus, you feel so wonderful!” You both can feel the frustration building inside both of you, and it becomes unbearing to the point where you lock your legs around his waist, begging him to take it out on you.
“Harder, Steve! Take your frustrations out on me!” His piercing blue eyes stare down at you, furrowing his brows, and you nod. Steve tucks a pillow underneath your hips before gripping them and pounding hard and fast into you, letting go of all the anger and pent-up frustration. He uses your body for hours until the two of you collapse. His cock twitches inside of you as he cums, filling you. “Oh god… I love you.” Your eyes widen, wondering why the fuck you said that. 
Steve smiles, lifting until he rests on his elbows and strokes your cheek. “I love you too. Have for a very long time.” He cleans you up before pulling you into him. 
You smile, snuggling into the large man. “That’s good. I’m glad.”
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˗ˋˏ multitasking ˎˊ˗ | 18+ Only
synopsis: multitasking only saves time when it's done right.
pairing: mingyu x reader (gn)
genre: smut
tags: college party, mention of drunk people, extremely conceited mingyu | big! dick! mingyu!, choking, crying, c*m eating, degradation, dirty talk, facesitting, handjob, mirror sex, oral (m receiving), pet names
wc: 1.1k
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The sound of a plastic ping-pong ball bouncing click, clack, clonk against the wooden floorboards, and a couple of groans from the living room downstairs escape through the tiny aperture underneath the closed bedroom door. Still, the liveliness of the party downstairs, the rhythmic thumping of the EDM song playing from the speaker, and the screams and shouts of drunk college students envelope his bedroom door like a protective barrier - a natural sound-proofer for the noise coming from inside the bedroom. 
“Fuck you look so good today,” he grunts from above you. 
Even now, in this bedroom, everything in the world arrives in your ears in a muffled manner - muted, with little substance left to decipher. 
Kim Mingyu, who is a little too conventionally handsome for his own good, sits above your face. Thick muscular thighs crush both sides of your head as he leans his upper half over your naked body, planting himself firmly against his mattress, and pushing himself deeper into your mouth.  
“So, so good,” he moans into the open. 
An automatic reply attempts to escape your mouth as your hands fling onto his knees for support, “Thunfk yth.” But he peels your sweaty hands off his knees, plucking them between his thumb and pointer finger, and plops them to the side despite your feeble response. 
Tongue swirls around his round and smooth tip, licking a long stripe down his shaft. You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel his veins against your tongue, the minuscule grooves created from veins underneath the soft epidermis, and the salty-musky taste mixed with your saliva. You swallow his taste like the sweet lukewarm soda in a red plastic cup to cut any bit of bitterness that coats your mouth and throat. 
He doesn’t care about you. You know he doesn’t care about you. You’re just a random stranger at a party who is remotely good enough to even be considered a candidate for Mingyu. 
Now, even when you’re sucking his dick from below him, he’s not staring at you. Instead, he stares at his naked torso reflected in the mirror, flexing his biceps - watching them contract and relax - and smiling at how handsome he looks tonight. 
To him, you’re more or less an afterthought. There is nothing in this bedroom that intrigues him more than himself. And when he finally sees you between his thick and glistening thighs, he can only think of one thing to say: “Take me in deeper and I’ll let you be seen near me when we go back downstairs.” 
Incomprehensible is the thought of how you can take him even further down your throat; you somehow open your mouth wider and dig the back of your head further into the mattress. But it’s huge. It’s fucking huge. From the base of his cock to his ego, Kim Mingyu is fucking massive in every aspect of his body. And he assails your throat from above, pushing in, pulling out, angling in, and angling out. 
The fact that you’re gagging against his cock, struggling under his touch actually annoys him severely. He knows that he is Kim Mingyu. And if anything, you’re the one who should be trying to accommodate him. If it weren’t for the fact that he could see the shape of his organ outlined against the inside of your throat, he would already be out the door. And seeing himself move inside your throat only fuels his ego and makes him hornier than ever. 
Purring, he takes time to trace his right finger pointer along the outline of his cock, mumbling about how gorgeous he looks. Lauding his size, he only stops when he feels the pressure against his fingertip. The way his lips stretch thin, eyes open widely, and pearly whites show is diabolical. And he has to stop himself from orgasming when he realizes he can feel his cock through your stretched throat and on the pad of his fingertip. Because the only thing Mingyu loves more than sex is himself. 
This new discovery causes him to twitch in your throat. And moaning in response, your throat vibrates around his cock like an electronic toy. This chain reaction leads him to grab onto your throat, covering his embossed outline. To him, it feels like he’s holding himself in the shower - the warmth and silkiness of your inside like the hot water that cascades over his Adonis. Brazen with the ache between his thighs, he takes matters into his own hands, rubbing and pumping himself along your throat. 
Deep and open moans protrude from him like a beautiful low vibrato note on a double bass. Thighs feeling weak from his arousal, he sits on your face to ease his trembling thighs. The newfound action feels so good that his entire body tightens like a coil ready to spring. High building with each calculated yet languid stroke along your vibrating throat, Mingyu’s eyes squeeze shut as his breath hitches and staggers. 
Salty tears roll down your face, and the feeling of him getting himself off via your throat causes you to scream and tremble as you convulse without his touch. You’re trying your best to accommodate his size and the fact that he is currently facesitting and using your throat to masturbate. Yet your climax comes out of nowhere, forcing him out of your mouth while you finish as you get off on the fact that you’re being used as his toy. He seems to pay you no mind as he quickly pumps himself over your body, hissing as he spills his milky honey over your chest - pumping himself empty while using his other hand to massage his balls. 
Purposely, he taps his throbbing and dripping organ against your forehead as if to tell you he isn’t finished with you. But he isn’t a complete asshole. He sees how you’re struggling to recover, so he lets go of his balls so that he can dip his thumb into the pool on your chest and offer his nectar to your lips. And you suck the salty liquid off his thumb, taking his digit in your mouth and swirling your tongue as if you are searching for sustenance to satiate your thirst. 
He plucks his thumb from your wet lips when he feels like it, gloating at how loudly you whine for him. Vainglorious as he is, he knows a single gesture, the twirling of his pointer finger, would immediately get you to go on your knees. Once his organ casts a shadow over your face, he tells you to suck. This time, he requests you to spell his name as you bob your head. And if you’re good enough, then just maybe, he’ll forgive you for spitting him out while you came.
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chvnnie · 1 year
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Hyunjin, who always so calm and collected, pinning your hips to the bed with a force that takes your breath away. Fingertips digging into your skin, bruises blossoming underneath them. Beautiful like flowers, the blueish purple color reminding him of the ones he plants when the weather is warmer. Your body as beautiful as the brightest spring day.
Hyunjin, whose kisses taste like the espresso martinis you two downed at the small cocktail party you just came from. There’s a hint of chocolate syrup, the rich taste dancing across your tastebuds and giving you a different kind of drunk. The drinks came with a roasted marshmallow decorating the top, perfectly golden brown with just a bite of fire and smoke. What was delicious then is even better when the flavor comes from his lips.
Hyunjin, who can’t keep his focus. Moving down your warm body as he kicks the cold hotel comforter off the bed. His teeth dig into your flesh, making sure that you remember how he feels. As if it isn’t branded on you; his touch, his taste, his heat. There’s too much of your body to consume, even if he devoted his entire life to it. Though he’s touched every inch of you, devoured it in whole. He could do it over and over and still be starved.
Hyunjin, whose arms snake under your thighs, the bottoms of them resting in his elbow crease. His hands wrap around, nails scraping the tops. A perfect hold to keep your legs open, cunt beautifully presented to him. The slick rolls down your folds as drool starts to puddle in his mouth. Taste imprinted on his tongue from the hours he’s spent worshipping you.
Hyunjin, who whispers how pretty you are as he applies butterfly kisses to your clit. They tickle, goosebumps starting to decorate your body as it’s complimented with a tingle. This is where he belongs, singing your praises as he gives the most generous of gifts to you. Lovely kisses down your slit, finding peace at your entrance.
Hyunjin, who is convinced you’re not of this universe. Crafted from the brightest stars in the sky, send to live on a planet that doesn’t deserve you. His theory is strengthened by the way you moan for him, fingers curling in his long locks as your hips begin to raise off the bed. Begs of more, as if he wouldn’t give anything to spend his life here. Nothing but your unworthy disciple, forever devoted to giving his goddess all of eternity and more.
Hyunjin, who can’t help but grind his hips against the bed. Just having you on his mouth is enough to make him dizzy, head spinning with a fever only you can cure. The friction of his tight dress pants is really mild at best, but fuck, with the combination of your cunt on his tongue, it’s just enough to keep his urges at bay. To keep his focus on you.
Hyunjin, who hates when you tell him to stop, though the tugging on his hair is something he’ll happily take. Your cries of impending orgasm, approaching faster than you want are so intoxicating it could take his life. Please, he begs, cum all over his face. Give him every drop and then some, not stopping until he’s dripping in it.
Hyunjin, whose moan could rival your screams of pleasure for volume. God, he’s so pussy drunk, lapping at everything you give him. Even if you’ve given and given and he’s never been so full, he can’t stop. Determined to make you cum until you’re incoherent, head empty and voice stolen from you.
Hyunjin, who would marry you over and over again. Deeply in love, deeply enamored. All he’s ever wanted. All he’s ever needed. Forever you’re his, forever he’s yours.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He confesses as you cum again, finally tearing himself away to return to your lips. Letting you taste the universe.
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thewulf · 3 months
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Always & Forever || JJ Maybank
Summary: Request - Hii. Love your work. It's so good. I'm feeling a good hurt comfort fic with the obx cast. Could I get a JJ Maybank x reader (maybe john b's younger sister?) where she's lost everything after they assume John B and Sarah are lost at sea... Read Rest Here
A/N - Ohhh this was kinda hard to write. Being sad is a bitch. Please let somebody know if you're sad/getting sad. People love you! Always remember that <3
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N
Word Count: 2.3+
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TW: Talks of depression, being sad, not eating etc.
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You barely heard the soft knocks on your bedroom door. Currently, you were huddled underneath the comforter of your missing older brother just hoping and praying he was okay. They’d officially called it. Lost at sea. Presumed deceased. Dead. Just like your fucking father. How was this your life? Two years ago, you had the world with the two coolest guys on the earth. And now? Now you were alone. Utterly fucking alone. It’d only been three damn days, but they gave up. There was no funding for a poor pogue boy from the wrong part of the island. Sherriff Peterman just gave you a sad look when she broke the news to you a few days prior. Or it could’ve been yesterday. Time didn’t matter anymore. Nothing really mattered anymore. You were a sixteen-year-old girl alone as fuck in this cold ass world.
“Hey little Rout.” You heard JJ’s kinder than usual voice from the other side of the door, “You need to open this door or I’m going to have to pick the lock. Need to see if you’re okay. You haven’t been at school and Mrs. Smith is getting worries, she said she’s going to report you.” You heard the soft sigh of utter defeat as he waited for a moment for you to respond. To do anything. You didn’t have the energy to respond so instead you just laid there.
“Come on kid.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d long since used on you, “You need to come out. Get some fresh air. You can’t stay in there forever.”
Nothing. You just couldn’t. Depression was a hell of a thing. You just couldn’t fathom getting up and unlocking that door. Your brain knew you should. But the actual thought of moving seemed like a foreign concept you weren’t ready for sure yet.
He didn’t give you much else of a choice as you heard the lock click. You knew it wouldn’t take him much effort to get it but alas, you just couldn’t care. It didn’t seem to matter. Nothing else mattered. John B was all you had left and now you sat here empty and void.
“Oh Y/N…” His voice trailed off as he spotted you withering away underneath a mass of blankets. A blank stare on your face. You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes feeling grossly ashamed you let it get this kind of bad.
“I just…” Your voice croaked out as it hadn’t been used in while, how long you hadn’t used it you really didn’t have a clue.
He shook his head kneeling down beside your bed, “It’s alright mins.” His head was close as he smiled at you with a smile that never reached his eyes. A smile he was putting on for you. He took his hand brushing your knotted hair away from your sunken face.
Mins. You wanted to laugh. It was the first good emotion you had felt in a while. Mins was your current nickname of quite the long line of ever evolving nicknames from the blonde-haired boy. First it was mini-Routledge, then it was mini-JB, then mini and now mins. He didn’t use it all too often anymore, only when he thought you needed it. And you needed it more than ever now. All his love and everything he could give to you.
JJ knew just how much John B meant to you. He was your best friend. The two of you did everything together, practically inseparable. Even when JB met JJ they still included you in on everything. You were his shadow. That didn’t change as you got older. You just had to play it off as something different.
“I’m tired JJ.” You sighed letting your eyes close in front of him. The effort to keep them open was beginning to become too much.
He frowned deeply. This wasn’t like you. You were usually so full of life. The one who wanted to go and do things. The one who called him lame when he didn’t want to try something new with you. You were the one that kept the group going. And now it felt like everything was falling apart. The pogues were without their people and they needed you back.
This was your way of shutting down and he knew it.
“When was the last time you ate honey?” He asked while trying to brush the knots out of the hair he could get to. You were never particular about your hair, but JJ knew how badly knots hurt to get out. He remembered that one time when the both of you were younger, you crying when your dad tried to brush out some gnarly knots after JJ and JB tried to teach you how to surf one afternoon. It broke his heart even as a twelve-year-old boy. He had that same protective love that JB had over you.
You sighed trying to remember, “Before we found out he was missing I guess.”
JJ’s eyes bugged. He knew he should’ve checked in on you sooner. Damn the pogues who told him to leave you alone. That you needed space. You clearly didn’t need space. You needed help.
“That was three days ago Y/N.” His blood felt like it was running cold. How could he let you lay here for three entire days? JB would fucking murder him if he found out. Some friend he was.
You hummed in acknowledgement, “I’ve had some water though. Haven’t been hungry.” You admitted to your concerned friend. Your voice finally started sounding more like your own after the hoarseness had worked its way out.
“Well, that’s a start mins.” He sighed brushing his overgrown golden hair away from his eyes, “Can you get up for me? Get you some soup downstairs or something?”
“JJ.” You whined not feeling up to the task, “I’m too tired. I don’t feel like it.”
He took you hand in his and wanted to cry from how cold it was. You weren’t right. No, you were suffering, and they just let you. He felt nothing more than a piece of shit seeing you so broken, “I’ll carry you. I just need you to eat something honey. John B would be sick with worry if he knew you were starving away.”
“Don’t talk about him.” You turned away from JJ feeling your own blood run cold at the mention of your missing older brothers name. You couldn’t fucking believe he chose to leave you. Fuck, you couldn’t believe he’d ever put Sarah in that position either. It all felt like a fever dream you had to wake up from. But you weren’t waking up which meant this was a sick and twisted reality that you didn’t want to participate in anymore.
“Y/N…”
You shook your head on your pillow, “Please JJ. Don’t talk about him. I can’t take it. Not yet.” You felt the tears that had long since dried up come flowing back in an instant. Why in the hell did he bring out these feelings in you so effortlessly? Leave it to your older brothers cute as hell best friend that was certainly off limits. JJ would never, ever feel that way for you anyway.
“Alright honey.” Honey. That was a new one. You’d heard him use it sparingly on girls in the past, but it certainly was never used for you. But he’d used it a few times in the last few sentences sending your overly tired mind reeling in another direction. He was just being kind, that was all. After all, your older brother did just fucking vanish into thin air, “Can you please get up for me? Please mins? I need you to eat something. Whatever you what. Please?” He added one last please to let you know how dire he felt.
You rolled back over to him exerting far too much effort in doing so, “I don’t think I can.” You sounded defeated as the tears started once more, “I’m so tired J.” You whispered trying to contain the sob that wanted to escape from your throat.
“Cause you need to eat honey.” He spoke with nothing but concern on his face, “Let me take you downstairs? You need to move. Need to be somewhere new. Need to get some calories in your body.” He said so matter of factly you weren’t sure if it was JJ in front of you. But then again, for as much as a mess the boy normally was he thrived in crises situations such as these. He always seemed to know exactly what to do.
“Yeah, that’s fine JJ.” You knew he’d win eventually so it might be best to just give it up.
He let out a subtle breath of sure-fire relief as he scooped you up into his arms. You were light. Far too fucking light. God, he was such an idiot. He knew you better than any of the other pogues. Of course, you needed help.
He set you down at the messy table filled with whatever shit JB had likely left there the week prior. You grew tired of always cleaning so you just started leaving it. Your eyes scanned the table full of junk. A sad smile formed seeing his homework scattered about with an unpaid parking ticket next to it all. He’d never get to finish that homework. Never would have to lie his way out of that ticket. Why him? Why your JB?
“What do you want to eat honey?” He asking running a hand up and down your arm. Attempting any form of comfort for you. He saw the sad look in your eyes as they scanned the table. He had to get your mind off of JB in any way he could.
“Why are you calling me that?” You asked instead of answering him. It was driving you nuts, and you had to know. In your right mind you’d never
“Honey?” He asked, a bit taken aback by your sudden brazenness. The you he knew would never have asked him that. Instead, you would’ve asked JB. Something you couldn’t do anymore.
You nodded in confirmation feeling your eyes droop and your mouth open to yawn. JJ cursed internally making the decision of canned soup for you knowing you needed to eat as soon as possible. Light and easy and calories. That’s exactly what you needed.
“I don’t know mins.” He admitted while heating up your food, “It just felt, feels right. I can stop saying it if you’d like.”
“I didn’t say that.” You spoke back in almost a whisper.
“Honey it is.” He grinned while putting your warm, not overly hot, soup in a bowl. He set it down in front of you waiting for you to eat.
“I still like mins too.” You added admitting to him just how much you did like the nickname. He’d stopped using it as much now that the two of you had gotten older. You’d forgotten just how much you’d liked the nickname. Probably because it was a nickname only you could have. A special one from the boy you surely loved but vehemently denied.
“Noted, now eat mins.” He grinned pointing to the bowl.
You nodded not really sure if your hands would agree with your brain. You were so utterly fucking exhausted. Turns out you did need to eat if you wanted to be able to function. Because it felt like a task you’d never be able to start. As much as you tried your arm just wouldn’t cooperate.
“Mins?” He asked seeing you not really making a move for it.
“I can’t JJ. It’s too much.” You hated to admit how disgustingly useless you felt. Yet here you were.
He nodded in understanding, “Here, let me.” He took the spoon from the bowl and held it front of your face. For the first time in three days, you relished in the taste of food. It did taste really good. And damn, you were a lot hungrier than you realized. Before you knew it the bowl was gone, and you were entirely full.
“Thank you J.” You let your eyes close once more feeling the outright exhaustion of the situation come down over you.
“Anytime mins.” Seeing your eyes close he noted your fatigue, “Why don’t we sit on the couch and watch a movie?” He suggested hoping you’d agree.
“That sounds nice J, I may need your help again.” You let out a frustrated sigh at the state of your condition. You did start feeling a bit better but the thought of walking or even crawling made you shudder.
He shot up from his seat to get you up. He picked you up like it was nothing, “I got you hon. I always do and always will. Remember that alright?” You nodded in his chest doing your best to fight off the sleep that wanted to take you.
“Thank you J.” You whispered into his chest. He set you down right next to him, letting your head fall into his side.
He wrapped an arm around your torso letting you know you were safe and secure. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere without you anymore. Running his hand through your hair he felt a shiver knowing you liked exactly what he was doing, “Always mins. Now, let yourself sleep. We’ll deal with all this shit when you wake up. Together.”
You nodded letting the darkness take over, “Promise?”
“Always and forever.” He gave your head a soft and gentle kiss before the soft snoozes overcame you. He decided he was going to watch you sleep, for however long that was. You were his everything too. He was only just beginning to realize that now. Always and forever. It had a nice ring to it. Forever with you was a life he would dream about. Maybe one day. Maybe after he sorted you through this mess. Maybe just maybe.
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pileofmush · 5 months
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the sun still rises ☼ ii.
pairing ➸ monkey d. luffy x fem!reader
details ➸ tags: pt. ii, hurt/comfort, introspection // wc: 1.4k // series m.list
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The sand burns. 
Not literally, no. It’s not hot to the touch. It couldn’t be, after such a dreary maelstrom as last night’s. But it digs into your knees. It itches. Makes you want to peel off the top layer of your skin just to scratch the bone. 
Your fingers curve around a useless excuse for a chest. You thought you had lost it in the wreckage of your cruddy little boat, only to find it had washed ashore. It’s a miracle, you suppose, but a pointless one. The iron lock you splurged on only a few days ago is unlatched: rusted and broken. None of your belongings remain inside except for a busted log pose. Nothing else—your berri, your tools, your clothing, your journals, your mother’s hairpin—all gone. And all you can think about are the fucking grains of sand pinching your skin.  
It burns. Like the burning in your lungs, as you suffocate alone underneath the swell of the sea. It burns, it burns, it burns, it—
“Tuna.”
There’s a hand on your shoulder. It startles you. You turn; follow the length of the arm to find it attached to the body of Monkey D. Luffy. You don’t know when he approached you. You don’t know how long he’s sat there, watching you stare at your dumb piece of shit chest. 
“What’re ya staring at it for? It’s empty.”
The accusation washes over you like a tidal wave. Threatens to pull you under. 
You don’t know how to respond. How do you explain the quiet devastation this wooden box has put you through? You had your whole life in here at one point. Everything important to you, condensed neatly in one mid-sized treasure chest. And now it’s empty. Now, you have nothing.
“My name’s not Tuna,” you say. Because it’s not—it never was.
The boy retrieves his hand to rest it atop his straw hat, draping a shadow over his face. “You sure?” The boy questions. Something flickers in his eyes that you can’t quite discern through the veil of darkness. It almost… burns. Like the sand. “What is it, then?”
“Yuna,” you reply. Because it is—always has been.
Luffy tilts his head, as if scrutinizing you. He digs a finger in his ear, pulls it out, and scrutinizes that, too. “You didn’t answer my other question. Answer it.”
He’s a little rude, you think to yourself. Demanding things from you when he can’t even bother to get your name right. 
Still, you sigh. You wouldn’t comply so easily under normal circumstances. You don’t make it a habit of obeying the boys you encounter in the waters of a strange island, strange ocean, stranger world. But there’s something in the air, you think. Charged, like the air before a strike of lightning—perhaps the remnants of last night’s storm.
“I’m looking for something,” you admit.
He perks up. “For what?”
Everything. “A reason.” 
“A reason.”
“Mhm.”
“To do what, live?” He asks, setting his hat down in the sand. You tense. He’s a lot sharper than you realized. “You don’t need a reason," he says. "Just do what you want.”
You sputter. “That’s not—Forget what I said. It’s just that—I can feel everything and nothing at the same time, and I… I’m having a mental breakdown, I think.”
A pause.
The pirate scratches his chin. “Oh. Maybe don’t, then.”
Something about his offhand tone startles a chuckle out of you. Luffy peers at you, coal eyes harsh, studying, before his eyes droop in satisfaction, something coy tugging at his lips. 
Another chuckle slips out that blooms into a full-bellied laugh, and then he’s snickering too, and then you’re gripping the sand in an attempt to stay upright because your sides are in stitches, and your cheeks hurt like a bitch, and he’s here and good and free. By the time you calm down, Luffy’s splayed out in the sand, arms pillowing his head, and he’s looking up at you. There’s a gentle hint of curiosity behind his smile, and it warms you and sends something buoyant shooting through your limbs: from your chest to the very tips of your toes. 
Maybe don’t, then. It’s possibly the worst advice you’ve ever heard. Possibly the best. 
“I made you laugh, didn’t I?” The pirate asks.
You freeze.
“I guess you did, yeah.” 
It’s the acknowledgment that reels you back in. Your belongings are gone. Your mother is gone. And you laughed. How? How could you laugh, when you have nothing to your name? How could you laugh, when you have no one to call your own?  
The confirmation makes Luffy’s grin grow wider. “Good,” he says. And he is so wild, and assured, and strange. “I thought you forgot how to.” 
It burns, you realize. His attention. 
For Monkey D. Luffy gets what he wants. If he wants you to laugh, to prove that you can do so, you will. You wonder what he wants out of this conversation. What he wants out of you. What can you give? What will he take?
Maybe he’ll take everything.  
Maybe he’ll want nothing,
Your eyes flicker to the sea. A waxing moon hangs over the horizon. She glimmers, translucent and transient in her waters, ebbing and flowing, flowing and ebbing. Beneath her, a ship with a lion head bobs against the coast. 
The night is still. Hushed.
You look at your hands. There's sand on your palms.
“What are you doing out here?” You change the subject, still watching the tide. A few hours ago you were drowning in the very same sea. Now you sit with the boy who saved you, safe and dry, with rocks clinging to your skin.
“What’re you?” Luffy challenges.
A gust of wind ruffles the trees, your clothing. It tastes of salt, when you open your mouth to speak. “Wallowing,” you confess. For some reason, you cannot lie to this strange, persistent boy. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you owe him. For it’s he who pulled you out of the water. It’s he who dragged you from the maw of death. 
“You shouldn’t be,” he says. 
“And who are you to judge?” You turn to face him and find his eyes transfixed on you.
He shrugs. “I’m Luffy, and ’m not judging ya. I’m just sayin’.” 
“Saying what, exactly?” You ask, voice hushed like the night; desperate like the tide. 
Luffy’s sitting up now, rolling a seashell around his fingers. Your attention is drawn to his neck, where the apple in his throat bobs, and it takes you a second to steer your gaze back to his. 
His eyes burn. Bright, even in the dark. “That sitting here alone, moping around is a waste.”  
A pause.
“I’m not alone,” you point out. 
“Yeah,” he nods. “Not anymore.”
It burns.
You dig your feet into the sand—feel teeny tiny rocks sift through the gaps between your toes. You wonder if Luffy has ever felt doubt. Wonder if he’s ever felt fear. 
For fear has not yet unlatched its brutal grip on your heart. It creeps along the fraying edges of your mind. It cups its hands against your ear and whispers sweet nothings. The fact is, Fear murmurs, this won’t last long. Monkey D. Luffy has always been able to do what he wants, when he wants, just because he can. He doesn’t need the contents of a wooden box to tell him who he is. He has no room for doubt. 
You are not the same.
So why is he here, taking the time out of his night to admonish you? What does he hope to gain? What does he hope to take?
“I wanna hear you laugh again,” Luffy taps your wrist, pulling you out of your spiral. “Get ready for my joke!” And it’s not a request, it’s a command. And, like you’ve been doing all night, you acquiesce. He shoots you a boyish smile for your assent, and your next inhale is shaky. 
There’s a voice in your head advising you to be cautious, however. For embers glow in Luffy’s round, coal eyes. And if you’re not careful, the voice warns, your savior may burn you from the inside out.
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justanamesstuff · 4 months
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Chapter 1
Seasons
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Matty Healy x f!reader
A/N: Hiii guys, I'm so nervous for this BUT very excited too!! I hope you like it <3
Warnings: swearing a bit?, typos maybe.
Word count: 3 K
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Every season has its colours, has its smells, has its traditions. Like every season, this love has its particularities…
Around November of 2020, England
“Matty- Oh my god!!“ 
The constant banging on her wall and the high-pitched moaning at the other side woke Y/n up. Quickly, she took her pillow and placed it on top of her face, trying to muffle the horrible sounds reaching her ears. ‘God, is she having a good time? Or he’s killing her?’, the thought crossed the girl's mind. 
Most of the time they weren’t that loud, but during that morning they just seemed to not care.
It was useless, the sounds were getting louder and louder. Y/n couldn’t bear with it any more and knowing that even if they –luckily– stopped she wouldn’t come back to sleep. So, Y/n decided to go downstairs. Maybe one of the guys was making breakfast, which would help with the awful start of her day.
Her prayers weren’t heard. The kitchen was empty and no breakfast was made. She tried to cheer up a little, because Y/n needed to survive the day. To be honest, every day and morning it was getting harder and harder.
After a quiet but long sigh, Y/n started cooking for everyone. Nothing unusual since she tried to do it most of the mornings in exchange for their generosity letting her stay at the boys' studio –which was half Matty’s house as well. Spending the quarantine rent-free with them, listening how they recorded the new album and messing around was a true blessing if she tried to focus on the bright side of everything. 
Well, they kind of forced her because they were very against Y/n spending those months alone in her flat. The boys cared about the girl as a best friend and as a sister too. They were a bunch of drama queens most of the time, but deep down Y/n was enormously grateful with/for them.
Thinking about the first months, Y/n couldn’t deny those were amazing. The entire group spent a lot of quality time, doing the stupidest challenges, doing Instagram lives for the fans, watching a lot of movies, etc. Although everything took a turn when another person joined the party. When Nadia arrived.
It wasn’t like Y/n hated her, in fact, it was the opposite which created a big dilemma for her. Matty’s girlfriend was nice and the idea of having another girl was actually  comforting during the tough times. But Y/n wasn’t so fond of the situation for other reasons.
For a period –a very long one– if you asked her, she endured with it and put on her best –fake– happy face. Y/n’s acting talents were very handy at times. Although, her true feelings were still there, underneath the surface, where no one can notice them. Specially Matty.
 Time went by and the whole thing was making her more anxious, and although the idea of leaving crippled into her mind at every minute, she couldn’t really decide. Y/n didn’t want to leave but watching Matty 24/7 attached to the other girl’s side was taking the best of her mental health.
Y/n’s mind was running fast with thoughts while she cooked, which made her subconsciously ignore the tall man coming down after he heard movement downstairs. George watched his friend move around, knowing more than anyone in the house about her sorrows. George was probably the closest to her out of the four guys. He was the only one who knew all of her secrets and kept it secured as if it was his own.
The drummer stared at her, expecting for Y/n to notice him, but he acknowledged that the girl was in another dimension. She used to do that more than she liked to admit. George could bet ‘the morning moaning festival’ taking place half an hour prior was the main reason.
Y/n finished cooking a big amount of scrambled eggs and turned searching for a plate when she saw George standing in the partially lighted corridor. “Fuck G! You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed while resting a hand on her chest.
“Sorry!” the big man shrugged his shoulders. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” he apologized, approaching his best friend. “Good morning.” he greeted her properly, and she huffed.
“Good morning to you.” Y/n answered sarcastically after G placed a kiss on top of her head. 
“So, you heard, huh?”
“I can’t stand it any more, G.” she let him know. “It’s just a lot.” she continued, lowering her voice scared another of the boys could hear her.
“I know, love.” the drummer said with an apologetic expression. “But the lockdown is nearly over, and y’know none of us would like you to go.” G said as he searched for mugs.
“Why not? It’s my life, my freedom!” Y/n protested, starting to get annoyed. “It’s getting worse every day…” Y/n desperately moved her hands in the air trying to prove her point.
“Believe me… I know!” George searched for her eyes, keeping eye contact when Y/n looked back at him, waiting for his next words. “I’m not in your…situation, but I’m getting a little annoyed too.” G agreed with her.
“Yes, but it’s his house. He can do whatever he wants…”
“I half agree.” G nodded. “This might be his house, but it’s the place we choose as a studio, so for the time being its our place too…yours too!” George continued rambling, filling the mugs with hot water. “So, they need to stop with the noises.”
A comfortable silence fell between them until Y/n broke it again thinking out loud.
“What the hell can I do?” 
“About what?” A third voice came from the hallway. Matty made his entrance wearing a tired expression matching his gray sweatpants and plain shirt. He approached Y/n, leaving her a kiss on her right cheek. “What can you do about what, love?” he rephrased his question. 
“I- It’s nothing — Morning” she said without looking at him, instead walking towards the table bringing a mug with her.
“There must be something. You sounded worried.” Matty insisted.
“It’s something between Y/n and I, mate.” George said in a joking way, trying to distract him. “Something between best pals, you wouldn’t understand it.” he stated, rounding Y/n with his left arm meanwhile he winked at Matty taking a sip of his morning tea.
“Fuck off!” Matty protested. They usually have a competition about the title which Y/n find equally lame and cute. She easily felt the tension leaving her shoulders, relaxing thanks to their stupid discussion, knowing that for now Matty dropped his interrogation.
“Tell him, darling!” G urged her.
“It’s too early for this fight. Shut up and sit. I’ll bring the cutlery.” Y/n said, detaching herself from George. 
“Y/n is just too nice to tell ya, mate. She loves me more.” the singer continued joking, obviously unaware of the real implication of his words.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Matty.” George answered, sitting at his usual spot at the table.
“Who was the beautiful soul that made breakfast?” Ross entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes and inhaling dramatically.
“You know the answer.” John teased as he appeared from behind Ross. “You know you don’t have to, Y/n.” the musician approached her and helped with the forks and knives.
“Yes, for the hundred times…I know, John.” she looked at him. “But we all know that I would feel guilty since you all never let me pay for anything.”
“Because you don’t have to pay us, love.” Matty said from his place at the table with his sight fixed on his phone. He and the damn nicknames.
“But- “
“No but’s, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here!” Ross said as they all sat around the table.
They were serving breakfast when the conversation took another direction -something about the coronavirus and all of that. At the same time, the last resident of the house made her entrance.
Y/n sometimes envied her. Matty’s girlfriend always looked immaculate to a point that you could never think she just woke up. Y/n knew comparisons were wrong, but it was hard to avoid them. The girl felt awful: her hair was all tangled in a messy bun on the top of her head; only wearing an old t-shirt -from a not so famous band--and a pair of pyjamas short; and she was not wearing any makeup meanwhile she stuffed her breakfast on her face.
Nadia was all classy and perfect, the opposite of Y/n. Maybe that’s why he chose her and not his best friend. Y/n knew thinking like that was also wrong, yet again she couldn’t help it.
Y/n witnessed how Nadia greeted everyone and sat beside Matty, flashing him a cute smile he returned. They were in love, and it was obvious to everyone. Y/n was so happy for her best friend to find someone who loved him, although for many years she hoped that person would be her. For years, Y/n hoped Matty noticed her more than a mate.
When they first met, Y/n thought she felt a connection different from with anyone else in her life, although that changed quickly. Matty proved to her time and time again he didn’t want a relationship with her or nothing similar no matter how flirty he was during that first night. And Y/n forced herself her mind and heart to believe it.
Y/n was very unaware that, at the time she met the boys, Matty felt the same way she felt, but the old Matty didn’t want to lose the new friend he encountered. As another way to self sabotage himself, the young Matty did almost the impossible to show Y/n they were friends and just friends. A decision he took while being drunk became a life rule.
Since that moment, since that night, their relationship was kind of determinate. They were friends, the best friends. Not that night, but after a while, Y/n became part of the family and even Matty’s family –both sides– loved her as another member of their family. Y/n felt safe and loved, something she cherished so much since she hadn’t had that kind of love back home. Her family wasn’t like them, the opposite in fact.
For the longest time, Y/n tried to ditch her feeling for Matty. Every time a new girl showed up, tugged under his arm, Y/n decided it was the time to stop getting hurt and move on. Even though, her heart couldn’t do it. It hurt her. And with Nadia was the hardest since all of them could notice it was different, more mature…more serious. Nadia was more than a random girl for Matty and everyone was sure of that.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Matty interrupted Y/n’s inner monologue, staring at her, while his right arm was around Nadia.
“What?” Y/n answered, coming down to earth, with a question. 
“You were gone.” everyone was strangely in silence while they looked at each other.
“I was just thinking about the government lifting the restrictions. Meaning, now I can go home.” she half lied, while messing with the leftovers of her breakfast. Y/n did chat about it with G that morning anyway, and it was a reality Y/n needed to get away from the lovers for a time.
“I told her, none of us want that.” George interrupted their conversation.
“Of course not.” Jaime, who joined the breakfast table, said to her.
“I know, guys. But it’s been almost four months and I- This is not my- “
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Matty warned her, and she looked him directly in the eyes.
“It’s the truth, Matty.” she said, dropping her fork on the plate.
“It’s not, this is your house too, Y/n/n.” Ross, sweet Ross, reminded her. “At the same time, if you want to go back to your flat, I understand. We’ll miss your meals.” his comment made everyone chucked, except Matty who was studying every one of her movements. 
A weak smile was plastered on her face while she stared down towards her plate unable to make eye contact with Matty. “Don’t get me wrong. I love being here with you guys, but I need my space.”
“If this is about some couple…” Jaime looked at Matty and Nadia “Waking up the whole house.” he finished the sentenced winking like a cartoon.
“For fuck's sake.” Matty swore under his breath. “Is it about that?” he looked at Y/n.
“‘Course not!” she looked at him trying her hardest to hide her feelings.
“I wouldn’t blame you if that’s the reason. I’m sleeping on the other side of the house and I can listen to them. You’re right beside Matty’s room!” John emphatically said.
Before Matty could say a word, Y/n exclaimed, “It’s not about that, okay?” she simply lied. 
Y/n could sense George staring at her. “It’s what I said, I need my space, and it’s not like I’m going to disappear.” another white lie. Y/n was planning to do exactly that for a while until her wounds healed again. “You’ll still have to bear with me.” she finished her little speech.
“We can simply send the couple to your flat, and you can stay here in peace” Ross joked this time. All of them except for Matty laughed again.
“Stop with that, he will get angry.” Y/n defended Matty.
“I know it’s not my house either,” Nadia started saying. “If I can say something, I would like you to stay, Y/n.” she continued rather shyly. “It’s nice to have a girl around.” Of course, she was so nice. “I promised we’ll keep it down.” she looked quickly at Matty for reassurance and then again at her.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry you’ll have to survive with these boys, but I really need to go.” Y/n explained. “Another reason is the fact that I have to prepare to get back to work soon.”
“So, when did you start thinking about leaving? Since you apparently have a lot of reasons to leave.” Matty said with a strange expression on his face.
“Matty-”
“Are you that eager to leave?” ‘He was pissed?’, Y/n thought. 
“Matty- “she protested, not knowing what else to say.  
“No, it’s okay. I get it! You want to leave, it’s okay.” he stood up from his seat gathering the plates to wash them.
“Matty!” Y/n said again.
“It’s fine, Y/n!” he said more sternly, obviously not fine with the situation. 
The rest of the group –included Nadia–, took that as a cue to leave the friends so they could talk. They made stupid excuses, leaving Matty and Y/n alone in the kitchen.
Matty went to the sink, beginning to wash the dishes. After letting a big breath out, Y/n stood up approaching where he was standing.
“Why are you so angry?” she asked him, folding her arms, standing beside Matty looking at his profile. Matty was stroking the plates with more force than needed for the task in hand.
“I’m not. I said that I got it, and it’s fine.” he answered.
“You’re obviously not fine, Matthew.”
“Do you want to know how am I? Perfect.” he stated, turning the water off and drying his hand with a cloth while he turned to look at her. “I really don’t get it why you want to leave so suddenly.”
“It’s not that I want to- “another big lie. She wanted to, she needed to.
“Bullshit!”
Y/n tried to defend herself, “I’m not going to disappear…”
“Bullshit!”
“Can you stop that?” Y/n stood directly in front of Matty. 
“I know you’re going to disappear. I know you. We’re best friends and something is bothering you, I can tell. It hurts that you’re not telling me anything and I fucking bet you told George already.” She couldn’t tell him the truth.
“Is this more about that competition?” Y/n tried to distract him.
“Yes- No- Of course, not- This is about you and me.” Matty said, melting her heart a little. He was obviously troubled with the idea of Y/n leaving.
“Matty, there is nothing…mayor going on. Trust me. I need silence. You said it, you know me. I crave my space…alone.” she told him sweeter this time.
“Yes, I know. But you can find somewhere here-“
“You know that’s a lie.” ‘What a hypocrite I am’, Y/n thought. 
“I know.”
“You aren’t gonna miss me. You have the boy and Nadia- “she moved uncomfortably in her place.
“It’s not the same, you’re my best friend. I’ll miss you, darling.” Matty looked at her with his best doggy eyes.
“Don’t!” Y/n pointed a finger at him.
“What?” he played dumb.
“Don’t give me puppy eyes, it won’t work.” she smiled this time.
“Shit, are you so certain about it?” he looked down, defeated.
“Yes.” Y/n simply said.
“Okay, I understand. You can go.”
“Thanks for your permission that I didn’t ask for.” Y/n tried to joke.
“But- “ he ignored her.
“But?”
“But promise me that you are not going to disappear for too long.” he said, staring directly into her eyes.
“I promise.” Y/n said way too quickly. After a couple of seconds, she had to look elsewhere.
“Can we hug?” he said very slowly. 
Y/n chuckled, placing her arms around his shoulders, at the same time Matty placed his on her waist.
“I love you.” Matty mumbled on her left shoulder.
“I love you too, Matty.” Y/n said, feeling it from the deepest of her heart. There lied the difference. 
Maybe, she couldn’t love anyone like she loved Matty, even though she had to try for the good of their relationship. 
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