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Surprise! We're Making Love

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this is my first real like... real smut fic? so do take that into consideration [and please be nice to me lol] but also feel free to send me a message if you have any feedback or pointers.

this is a fic based on this trope that was sent to me by @bobluvbot like a million weeks ago and became my hyper fixation for far too long. I finally decided to put it into words. thanks to @unstablereader for championing me as I wrote this and convincing me it was decent enough to post lol

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

CW: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, coming inside of someone, AFAB reader, reader is a Pureblood Slytherin, has hair long enough for Rem to feel it on his shoulders when you're straddling him, reader has hair texture that sticks to you when wet, mentions of smoking weed and being high, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of arranged marriages, use of mudblood and blood supremacy

Remus doesn’t know how exactly this thing started for him.

Perhaps it was the day after a full moon when he forgot to lock the door behind him to the Prefects Bathroom and you let yourself in, nearly fully stripped before you realised he was sitting in the steaming, bubbling pool-sized tub with a spliff hanging lazily from his mouth.

“Circe’s tits!” You screeched as you hastily pulled up your towel to keep your modesty. “You didn’t think to alert me to your presence, Lupin?” You sneered half-heartedly at him as you tried to regain your composure.

“Sorry.” Remus chuckled, voice gravelly from a mixture of last night’s howling and tonight’s smoking. “My brain is moving a little slowly right now.”

You looked between him and the spliff and sighed. “Think you’ll be much longer?” You asked him quietly, cautiously, reticently. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you look so dejected.

Slytherin princess; though you never really let that dictate how you treated people, just that it levelled you with a certain notoriety within the school. You were the only one who could talk sense into Barty Crouch Junior; Pandora Rosier’s biggest defender and advocate; Snape, Mulciber, and Avery’s biggest adversary; the one who encouraged Regulus Black to reach out to his estranged older brother; and the least likely to enact revenge on the Marauder’s for their pranks.

Though Remus had never shared more than a few words with you in passing, he knew a lot about you. In addition to the aforementioned qualities, you were a Pureblood, the eldest daughter and heiress to your family’s name and fortune, Prefect, received top marks in Charms and Transfiguration, and hated the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

Knowing all of that made Remus rather rueful that he hadn’t spoken to you before now.

“Listen, this tub is nearly the size of an Olympic swimming pool.” Remus started, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. “It’s big.” He clarified. “I don’t mind...sharing if you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable; otherwise, I’ll pack up and leave it to you.”

He didn’t really want to leave; not whilst he was still nursing his post-moon hangover and the warm water was finally starting to relieve some of the tension in his bones. But you looked forlorn, and damn Remus and his bleeding heart, he’d give it up if you needed it.

“I don’t want to kick you out... you were here first.” You murmured, apparently weighing your options in your head.

“I will leave if you want, L/N, but I’m more than willing to share.”

You searched his eyes for what, Remus wasn’t sure, but you seemed to come to some decision. You threw your head back and let out a strangled groan which Remus was certain was more for dramatic effect than it was indicative of any real ire.

“Fine, turn around.”

Remus smirked at you and tried to ignore the protesting of his joints as he stood in the pool and turned to face the opposite wall, allowing you to drop the rest of your clothes and your towel and sink into the water.

“Okay...” You whispered quietly. “You can sit back down now; thank you.”

Perhaps it had begun then; he’d offered you a puff from his joint, causing you to move closer to him. He was a gentleman and avoided noticing the way your breasts sat high on your chest, buoyant in the bubbly and fragrant waters.

He ignored the feeling of your elbow brushing against his. He ignored the way your hair, damp from the steam and humidity, stuck against your skin. And he definitely ignored the way that as the weed started to affect you, you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

What he couldn’t ignore? When you asked him what you could do to help him.

“Help?” Remus asked you bemusedly, jostling his shoulder and forcing you to sit up and return his gaze.

“Yeah; you seem tense, stressed.”

Remus let out a confused chuckle from his nose. “That’s really not anything you need to worry about.”

You laughed back at him, nudging him with your elbow. “Lupin.” You chided. “You were willing to give up your private pool time, you’ve shared your weed with me, and you’ve let me intrude on your bath; let me worry about it.”

And he doesn’t know how you did it, he’s not even sure he remembers how the rest of the conversation went – one moment the two of you were sitting an entire swimming pool apart and pretending the other wasn’t there, and the next moment he was sitting on the edge of the pool with his hands tangled in your hair as you took him in your mouth.

“Christ, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He tried warning you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

Like the watery siren that you were, all you did was moan and take him deeper, and in another moment, he was spilling down your throat.

Remus was sure he looked absolutely wrecked; naked, soaking, exhausted, a few fresh wounds from last night, and his permanent eye bags a more dramatic purple today on account of his lack of sleep last night.

Not you though; somehow even though you’d just done all the work, you looked ethereal. Wet hair pooling in the water around you as you sunk into the suds up to your collarbones, your lips swollen and glistening from your fantastic work if you asked Remus, and eyes a mischievous magnet nearly luring Remus back into the pool completely against his will.

“Godric, you’re good at that.” He breathed embarrassingly. Thankfully, you only laughed at with him.

“I’m sure you meant that as a compliment, Lupin; but it sort of sounds like you’re calling me a whore.”

Remus cackled at that, thankful that his time in the water eased the soreness in his ribs before doing so.

“If you give me a few moments, I’ll return the favour dove.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You offered, moving back to the other side of the pool to retrieve the book you’d deserted in favour of pot, and then in favour of cock. “I’ll just take an I.O.U.”

Or maybe it started at the Ravenclaw afterparty following their win against Hufflepuff. You showed up with your friends fashionably late and clearly having pre-gamed to some extent if Barty’s uncoordinated movements were anything to go by.

He noticed you every once in a while, flitting around the party with various friends, dancing to various tunes, participating in various games over conversations; but something was different about you. You weren’t as...glowy.

Your smile never met your eyes, and your laughs weren’t carefree – not like they were in the tub. Not like they ought to be.

But hey, you helped him when he needed it, and he did technically owe you.

He brushed past you and gently pulled on your elbow as he continued moving. When you turned back to see what had happened, he nodded toward the exit.

He didn’t bother turning around to see if you were following him, he just carried on down the stairs of Ravenclaw tower before turning the corner to an empty corridor.

“Oi, Lupin; your legs are longer than mine. Slow down!” You called.

He didn’t realise at that time how much it meant to him that you had followed; hindsight being 20/20, and all.

“Where are we going?” You queried as you caught up and walked in step with him.

“You’ll see.” He said simply, cutting across the hall and opening the door to an empty classroom.

“Going to teach me how to translate Ancient Runes, Lupin?” You joked, though your affect was clearly lacking.

“I’m going to help.” He responded simply, leaning backwards against the professor’s desk.

“Help?”

“Right.”

You smirked and raised a singular perfectly manicured eyebrow at him, looking him up and down with a suggestive glance.

“What exactly are you to help me with?”

“You seem worried, tense.” He repeated your exact words from the tub a little over a week ago.

You offered him a half smile that, once again, never met your eyes. “That’s not something you need to worry about.”

He offered you a soft smile in return. “I do owe you, though.”

Remus doesn’t know what it was that convinced you to accept his offer. One moment he was leaning casually against the professor’s desk as you watched him warily from the door to the classroom, and the next moment he had you splayed out on the desk before him with the skirt of your dress bunched up around your waist and his head between your legs.

Now, it’s important to note that Remus is a humble and modest person. In fact, he’s really quite self-conscious. He didn’t come from a notable family and compared to his friends he was basically a pauper, he was scarred and tall and lanky, and due to his lycanthropy, he avoided meaningful relationships; meaning that whilst his friends all enjoyed relationships and situationships, he stayed religiously single.

All that being said, there was something Remus knew to be true that he felt worth bragging about.

He was fucking good in bed.

So his ego was properly stroked when you threw your head back so hard that it made a painful whacking sound against the wood of the desk with just the first stripe of his tongue through your folds.

Like a man starved, he buried his face between your legs and hardly ever came back up for air. He pulled your hips flush to his chest with your legs thrown over his shoulders and his arms hugging your thighs that he used as earmuffs.

Remus could easily call this one of his new favourite places to be, especially with the sinful sounds escaping your mouth.

He used his thumb to tease your clit, thrusting his tongue in your hole a few times before bringing it back out to run through your lips.

“Oh, Merlin!” You cried, causing him to chuckle, which caused you to flinch slightly at the feeling of his cold breath against your cunt.

“Come now, L/N; you know that’s not my name.”

You let out another cry as he wasted no time diving back in, his nose rubbing at your clit as his tongue continued its assault.

Remus’ efforts were rewarded in the form of you cumming on his face and your body falling limp below him.

He allowed you to catch your breath as he fought to catch his own, ignoring his knees crying in protest from having spent the last however long supporting his weight on the hard stone floor.

“Oh gods.” You breathed finally, opening your eyes and stealing a shy glance at Remus, still stationed near your core.

He smiled wolfishly at you. “Better?”

You laughed; a real, hard laugh that had been missing from you all night. “Much.” You agreed readily, accepting his outstretched hand and sitting up on the edge of the desk and pushing your skirt back down to cover yourself. “Thank you, Lupin.”

Remus shrugged nonchalantly as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a snap of his fingers, pushing open a window with a flick of his wand. “What are friends for?”

You snorted inelegantly; a far cry from the proper Pureblood heiress you’d been raised to be as you pulled your panties back on and took careful, albeit slightly wobbly, steps to join him at the window.

“Are we friends now?”

“Were we not friends before?” He countered, offering you a drag from his smoke that you easily accepted. He was sure his lips, tongue, and now the end of his cigarette still tasted like you.

“I didn’t think your kind was supposed to be friends with mine.” You offered, not looking at him as you passed the cigarette back.

“Blood status, really L/N?”

You scoffed derisively. “Please, Lupin. Give me some credit.”

It seemed to Remus that you looked almost hurt at his insinuation.

“I meant Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s.”

“Perhaps we can be the first.”

“Do many of your friends see you naked, Lupin?”

Remus grimaced at that. “Honestly? More than I’d like, yes.”

And there it was again, that uninhibited laugh. Remus felt vindicated in his task for this evening.

“Alright, friends then.” You agreed, reaching out for his cigarette and taking a long drag before returning it to him. “Let me know when you might need my help again, Lupin.”

“Likewise.”

And maybe it was the day that he had Avery pinned against the wall by the collar of his shirt for calling a first year Hufflepuff a Mudblood.

There was blood dripping from Remus’ nose onto the collar of his uniform shirt from an elbow to the face as he spat various threats promises of pain and maiming, when he felt a gentle hand on the small of his back.

Due to the tension radiating through Remus’ body considering how close it was to the moon, his first reaction was to throw an elbow behind him. He thanked every deity possible that you were shorter than him when you ducked expertly to dodge his assault.

“Let him go.” You said simply.

Remus felt his brows furrow as he let out a protesting grumble.

“McGonagall is coming.” You continued.

Remus looked from you back to Avery who was now smirking at him. If Remus left now, Avery would tell McGonagall what Remus did; if Remus stayed, he could tell McGonagall what Avery had said.

“He won’t say anything.” You argued - as if you had heard Remus’ internal conundrum - causing Avery’s face to fall and both boys to whip their heads to you.

“And why the bloody hell won’t I, L/N?” Avery spat.

Your eyes moved from Remus’ to Avery’s where they took on a horrifyingly cold quality, no doubt the result of your cold and indifferent parents raising you like a proper Pureblood heir.

“Because I know where you sleep.” You spat lowly.

Remus watched as Avery fought to remain defiant, but as he heard the sound of McGonagall’s footsteps approaching, let out a frustrated groan.

“Fine. Sod off.” He barked, pushing Remus away from him roughly and stalking off towards the Slytherin dungeons.

Remus angrily picked up his book bag and began stalking down the corridor in the opposite way.

His blood was boiling, the tension in his shoulders and neck was starting to give him a headache and every step he took aggravated the matter.

He turned hastily around a corner when the strap of his book bag was pulled off his shoulder.

“What?” He hissed when he turned to see you with the other end of his strap in your hand.

“This way.”

“L/N.”

“Lupin.” You countered severely, voice intoning no nonsense.

Remus allowed you to drag him by his bookbag like a dog down a seemingly abandoned corridor and into an empty classroom before you locked the doors and threw up a silencing charm.

“What are you doing?” He muttered admittedly far more petulantly than you presently deserved from him.

“Helping.” You answered simply as you began undoing your school tie.

“I’m fine.” He spat, plopping himself down roughly into a chair.

“Right.” You said sarcastically. “And you wouldn’t have continued to punch the first arse you saw on your way back to Gryffindor, huh?” You asked as you started pulling off your top and exposing your lacy black bra. “And I may not be an expert, but you’re a long way from Gryffindor tower which means your chances of running into an arse were really rather high.”

Remus held his hands up to his face and pinches at his temples, trying to stave off the incoming migraine and the overwhelming urge to tell you to fuck off, which he knew he really didn’t want to do.

Suddenly you were in nothing but your bra and panties, kneeling before him and fussing with his belt.

“This really isn’t necessary, L/N.” He offered without much fervour.

“What are friends for?” You asked quietly as you pulled his belt from the loops of his trouser.

“You don’t have to.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked pointedly, pausing your movements and looking up at him. You were giving him a choice; an out. Did he want to blow off some steam, or did he want to spend the rest of his day pissed off and tense?

Did he want you to stop?

“No.” He admitted.

Your eyes softened, though everything else about your face remained impassive as you undid the button and zip to his trousers and began encouraging them down his legs.

He decided to give up on his temper tantrum and assist you in the unenviable task of disrobing him and pulled you up into his lap.

“I don’t need anything.” You squeaked as he had you straddle his lap, your hair falling over your shoulders and tickling his own from your place above him.

“I’m not going to get in a fight and be a selfish lover all in the same day, L/N.” He said in faux admonishment. “Friends look after each other, yeah?”

And he’s not sure what swayed you. One moment he had you perched precariously above him as he gently nipped at your neck, and the next moment he was brutally thrusting up into you with no lack of desperation.

“Fuckin’ hells you feel amazing.” He grunted as you mewled above him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut causing Remus to worry momentarily.

“Are you okay?” He asked breathlessly. You moaned in response and dropped your chin onto his shoulder.

“Hey, dove, you okay?” He asked again, pulling you from him and slowing his movements.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Lupin.” You barked before you pulled his face to yours by the ends of his hair for a searing kiss.

He grinned somewhat maniacally into the kiss and lifted you from his lap as he stood with his cock still lodged deep within you and perched you on the edge of the desk.

“You’re a bossy girl, aren’t you?” He taunted, pushing roughly into you from this new angle and causing you to cry out. “You like telling men what to do, dove?”

You gasped as Remus found the magic little spot he’d been searching for and he doubled down in his thrusts with renewed vigour.

“That’s okay.” He continued, brushing a strand of hair away from your face that had gotten stuck in some of your lipgloss. “I like being told what to do.”

“Please! Please, please please.” You whined, a pretty sheen of sweat dusted your skin and began to pool on the divot of your collarbone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me.”

“Working on it.”

You were apparently coherent enough to laugh at that which was torture for Remus who was currently hanging on by a fucking thread as your giggles caused your cunt to clench torturously around his cock.

“Come on, pretty girl. Come on, cum for me, yeah? You’re close; I can tell. Cum for me.” He started chanting, moving his hand that was currently holding your knee up near his ribs to rub circles around your clit.

“Cum for me, L/N.”

“Oh fuck.” You shouted as your orgasm tore through you; Remus felt almost sick from the effort not to follow you over the edge immediately, wanting to help you ride out yours to fruition, but your walls pulsating around him left him very little control over the matter.

“Fuck.” Remus growled, and unfortunately that was the only warning you got before slammed into you once more, twice more, and was then spilling inside you causing your cunt to grow impossibly more wet and warm.

You let out a desperate breath and fell forward into Remus’ chest; he was ashamed to admit how much he relished in the intimacy - ignoring the very intimate act that had already taken place.

“Fuck Lupin, you’re an animal.” You breathed out with a laugh.

Remus let out a surprised bark of laughter as he looked down at you.

“You have no idea.”

And if it wasn’t any of those, perhaps it was a few weeks later, when Remus saw a regal looking owl fly into the Great Hall over the Slytherin table, and with a grand war cry dropped an important looking letter in front of you, causing the rest of your table to fall silent.

Remus watched as Regulus Black’s jaw tightened and Barty Crouch Junior’s spoon fell back into his porridge as they watched you open it.

Remus watched as all colour seemed to drain from your face and your jaw fell slack, though not open.

The rest of the Hall seemed completely unaware of the turmoil taking place over at the Slytherin table; everyone but Remus and, apparently, Sirius Black.

“Shit.” Sirius whispered under his breath quietly, alerting neither Peter nor James who were currently in a heated debate about whether pumpkin pasties or sugar quills were the better treat from Honeydukes.

“What is it?” Remus asked him quietly. Sirius seemed nearly surprised that Remus had noticed, though schooled his expression quickly.

“Marriage announcement, she’s been betrothed.” He sneered the word, his nose actually wrinkling in disgust. “‘Sold off’ is a more appropriate term. It’s too bad, I quite liked her.”

Remus didn’t really like the feeling that settled in his stomach when he considered you being married off, but he didn’t have time to think on it too hard before he watched you storm over to Avery, Mulciber, and Snape before grabbing the former by the nape of his neck and slamming his head down into the table.

Remus was up and over to you in an instant with Sirius close behind, beaten only by Barty and Regulus who had the advantage of proximity.

“You miserable fucking wanker! You’ll fucking rot for this!” You screamed as Regulus fought and nearly lost in his battle of holding you back as Barty began sparring with your newfound enemy.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this Avery! You watch your fucking back!” You screeched. Regulus - for what reason, Remus couldn’t know - thought now a good moment to put you down, and as you launched yourself once again for what he was sure was Avery’s jugular, Remus threw you over his shoulder and took off out of the Great Hall.

“Put me down!” You shouted.

“No.”

“Fuck off, Lupin.” You cried, grabbing at his jumper and slamming your fists into his lower back as he took the stairs two at a time.

“You’re fine, L/N.”

You squealed and began kicking your legs out, causing him to use both arms to pin them to his torso.

“Stop it.”

“Put me down!”

“Stop it. Stop fighting me.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s fine.” He said, though it felt anything but. But he knew, you weren’t really mad at him, you perhaps weren’t even really mad at Avery.

“I hate you.” You said quietly this time.

“That’s alright.”

You had given up on your fight by the time Remus got to his destination. He was sure his shoulder in your stomach was causing you issues and the blood had to have been rushing to your head, but you remained placid as he hoisted you back up right and set you down on the floor of the Astronomy tower.

Your face was wet and your hair was a mess as you took gasping breaths.

This was beyond Remus’ wheelhouse when it came to you; he was good for eating you out, blowing off some steam, quickies, and the odd toke or two, but this? This was beyond his area of expertise.

He decided to sit down beside you - both your backs pressed against the cold stone of the castle in a way he was sure felt good against your skin that was sizzling and crackling with fury. He didn’t say anything; there was nothing to say, nothing that he could say, and nothing he’d really know to say at a moment like this. Perhaps he should have left you to your friends; to the Purebloods who got it. Though, Regulus seemed willing to let you help Barty kill Avery, so perhaps it was better that you were up here with him instead.

That's what he’d tell himself for now.

It could have been minutes or even an hour before you finally took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?” Remus asked quietly.

“Stop me.”

“You stopped me first.”

You let that sit in the air as you looked out into the horizon.

“What do you need, L/N? What… what can I do?” He begged desperately.

Remus was certain the entire school could hear the sound of his heart breaking at the devastated expression that graced your face when you turned to make eye contact with him; your eyes seemed to beg Remus for something but he couldn’t decipher what it was that you were asking of him.

“I want to…to forget.” You sobbed. “I want to not think, I want to turn it all off for a fucking, god’s damned minute. I want it all to stop.”

“Okay.” He offered readily.

“I want it to stop.”

“Okay.” He repeated, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m right here.” He encouraged you. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to forget.”

“Okay.” Remus said again, pulling at your hand and encouraging you into his lap. “I’m right here; take what you need.”

And Remus wasn’t sure what went through your mind as you searched between his hazel eyes. One moment you were carefully perched above him in his lap; tear tracks staining your cheeks and eyes full of sorrow. And in the next moment, your uniform skirt was hiked up and panties pulled to the side, and Remus’ belt was undone and his trousers were pulled low around his thighs as you bounced up and down on his cock like it was the solution to all of life's problems.

Remus wished it were true, he really did. But if all he could do at this moment was help you turn your brain off and forget the unpleasantness waiting for you back in the castle for just a little bit, then that’s what he would do.

You had your face shoved into his neck and he was quite sure you were biting down on the junction between his shoulder and his neck - in an attempt to quell your moans, your crying, or just out of frustration, Remus didn’t know, and quite frankly he didn’t care either way. You grinded down onto him and he felt you applying pressure to your clit against his pelvic bone, prompting him to start rubbing it with his thumb.

“You can let go, gorgeous. No one’s here.” He whispered.

You bit down harder in response and began riding him with an air of desperation.

“I’m right here.”

And then he felt it. First, he felt your tears fall onto his shoulder, then he felt your teeth break his skin, and finally he felt your walls clench around him.

You stayed latched onto him; your arms around his waist, your hands clenched into the fabric of his jumper, your teeth on his skin and your cunt on his cock as he thrusted up into you and found his own release with very little effort on account of the aftershocks still shuddering through you.

You sat like that for some time afterwards; the gentle breeze causing goosebumps to cover each of you as the sweat began to cool on your skin, and Remus rubbed circles into your bare thighs with his thumbs.

Unfortunately - for reasons Remus wasn’t willing to ponder on at present - you pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips to the place on Remus’ neck he was sure now adorned the shape of your teeth.

“Sorry.” You rasped, running a hand over the newest of many wounds now decorating his skin. He didn’t want you to be sorry, though, he thought perhaps this might be his favourite one; it wasn’t the result of some hideous monster who took out its rage on him, but instead marked a tender moment between him and his…friend.

You pulled your wand to cast a healing charm over it when Remus grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t.”

Your reddened and swollen eyes looked at him inquisitively, causing Remus to flush in embarrassment.

“Leave it, I’ve already got so many; what’s one more?” He tried to joke, though he could tell as you looked back down at the bite mark, it fell flat.

“I’m sorry.” You said again, and Remus shook his head.

“Don’t be.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly, looking into Remus’ eyes imploringly, as if trying to convey your gratitude through your very soul. “For stopping me.”

This moment suddenly felt too charged for Remus; it was different somehow, something had happened, though he wasn’t sure what.

Not then, at least.

“That’s what friends do.” He said noncommittally. “It was an I.O.U.”

He managed to force a small smile out of you for that, and he was grateful.

So perhaps it was all of those together, in addition to the many blowjobs, many quickies, many quiet, loud, rough, or awkward fucks the two of you had in between.

But maybe…

Maybe it was the way your smile lit up the room when Barty or Pandora said something particularly outlandish or funny; your laughter echoing through the halls like an invitation to experience a secret joy that only you and your friends knew about.

Or maybe it was the way you seemed to be the only one who could weasel a smile, a laugh, or a fond eye roll out of the notoriously cold and apathetic Regulus.

Or maybe it was how a dimple in your left cheek only appeared when you were particularly proud of an achievement you made or a grade you received.

Or maybe it was the kind way you sheltered the younger Slytherin’s from the brunt of the Marauder’s pranks without impeding their more good natured ones.

Or maybe it was the way you hexed McLaggen for hitting on Lily Evans, and then again for calling her a filthy Mudblood when she refused his advancements.

Or maybe it was the way that you could always tell when Remus was feeling sad or low and needed help, needed something, needed you.

And fuck.

He needed you.

Remus wasn’t exactly sure how this thing started for him.

One moment you were on your hands and knees in his bed and he was fucking into you from behind; his body curled around yours as he rubbed at your clit expertly to push you over that edge for the third time tonight. And the next moment you were spread out and pliant beneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy as he lazily pushed into you.

He didn’t often get moments like this; moments to just sit and admire you.

This thing he had with you, it was delicate, precarious. It was precious. And he wasn’t going to go fucking it up by forcing it to be something it wasn’t.

You were friends.

You were friends who helped each other.

You were friends who have seen each other naked; who have tasted each other’s sweat, skin, flesh, blood, and cum.

You were friends who have spent time with each other, on each other, and in each other.

You were friends.

That’s what you had agreed to, that was the arrangement, that was all this was supposed to be.

And then Remus’ stupid sodding heart had to go and fucking yearn for you.

It ached to sit beside you in the library without it being a precursor for one of you to be on your knees in the stacks moments later.

It ached to ask you about your day for the sole purpose of getting to hear about it and not just as a means to help you take your mind off it by bending you over in an empty classroom.

It ached to watch you, uninhibited throughout the day, without it causing grief, or angst, or hungry looks being exchanged.

It ached to taste your lips without tasting the leftover sex from previous actions.

It ached for you to climb into the shower with him after this, to throw on one of his ratty old band tees, and to stay.

It ached for you to stay.

He wanted you to stay.

But you guys were friends.

And that was enough, it had to be enough. He would make it be enough.

So sue him; sue him for taking this extra moment to admire your form below him, when you were only his in this moment. Sue him for memorising the way your hair pooled around your head like a halo even after all the tugging and ruffling that it has been subjected to. Sue him for watching the way your breasts bounced with each gentle thrust of his hips, the way your ribs expanded and contracted with each breath, the way the two of you fit so perfectly together; your body accepting him with grace and ease as he slotted the two of you together over and over and over again.

He ached for you.

And damn him - damn him and his bleeding heart and this beautiful girl beneath him - he reached out to pull a strand of hair that laid plastered to the side of your sweaty face.

He didn’t just ache for you.

He yearned for you.

He loved you.

He was in love with you.

And Godric only knows how far gone he was or for how long now. But it didn’t matter; none of it mattered. All that mattered was this ethereal being that, for just this moment, was all his.

He doesn’t know how long your eyes had been returning his gaze. He supposed it didn’t matter, because he knew; he knew it was written all over his face.

He may as well have been flashing a neon sign on his forehead: “My name is Remus, and I’m wildly in love with you”. And if the sign hadn’t been enough, he was sure his actions were.

There was no longer any desperation in his actions; no destination in mind as he slowly pulled out of you and pushed back in again. His hands weren’t placed in precise locations to elicit a specific reaction of any sort, but rather roved languidly over your body in meticulous worship.

And if that hadn’t been enough, he was sure that the way you were staring deep into his eyes, into his soul; you saw. You knew.

The jig was up.

He had been outed.

Your eyes widened minutely and began to flit around Remus’ face as your grip on his arms stationed on either side of your body loosened.

You knew.

Though it was all for naught at this point, Remus scrunched his eyes closed as if he could save any of his remaining dignity; not that there was much left.

This was it, it was all going to be over.

He lowered himself over your body and pressed his face into your neck, hiding like the coward he was as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

Gently, tentatively, he felt you press a cautious hand between his shoulder blades and another to the nape of his neck.

Somehow, the tenderness in your touch hurt more.

He came with a strangled cry, feeling humiliating tears fall from his eyes as he filled you up for what he was certain would be the last time.

He melted into your hold and cried silently into your shoulder, and you let him.

Your hand that was stationed between his shoulder blades never moved, but your hand in his hair kneaded gentle, soothing circles into his scalp.

He wanted you to stop; he wanted you to stop because this was all he really wanted... to be here, with you, like this.

He wanted the rough and the fun and the biting and the hair pulling, sure. But he wanted the gentle, the soft, the affection, and the innocent intimacy, too.

That wasn’t fair though; it wasn’t fair to you. You never asked for it, and you never offered it.

You never asked for it.

You never offered it.

He decided that he’d been hiding in your neck for far longer than he had any right to, and slowly pulled his face away from its sanctuary.

He looked up at you through his curls in shame to see you had tear tracks down your cheeks too.

What a fucking mess.

He was a fucking mess; and he’d dragged you down into it.

He slowly pulled out of you and summoned a tissue to clean up the cum leaking from your folds. You hissed at the sensation and he whispered an apology before pulling on a pair of pyjama pants and throwing you a t-shirt that he hoped to fucking God was clean, and sat on the edge of James’ bed; facing you, though his head was bowed in shame.

“I’m sorry.” He offered pathetically, knowing it was not even close to helpful in this situation.

“When…” You started, voice both gravely from the sex and tight with emotions as new tears fell. “When did this happen?”

He didn’t have an answer; he didn’t know. He couldn't say.

“When,” you tried again. “When did this change?”

Your face fell into your hands as you began to cry in earnest.

He wondered what part of this upset you the most; the loss of this friend that you had in him? The pressure to offer him more than you were willing to give? The feeling of guilt over not being able to return his feelings?

You didn’t seem to be waiting for an actual answer from him, but were rather voicing the thoughts running through your head as they came to you.

“I should go.” He whispered, even though this was his room, even though you were wearing his shirt.

“Don’t.” You demanded harshly, eyes blazing with a fire he never imagined ever being shot at him. “Don’t you dare leave me here like this; not after that.”

He nodded quickly, sitting back down on James’ bed as you wiped angrily at your face.

He wished you wouldn’t; he wished you’d be more gentle.

He didn’t get to wish things like that, though.

“When, when did this become love?” You asked in a mixture of shock and bemusement; the thought of an equation you couldn’t solve was clearly insulting to you.

Remus shook his head in disgrace. “I’m sorry.” He offered weakly.

You scoffed out a sarcastic laugh. “Sorry for what, exactly? Making me fall in love with you? Making me fall in love with you and not telling me about it?”

“You... too?” He rasped, looking at you with a slack jaw.

“Fuck.” You seethed, standing up and beginning to pace the dorm room for a few moments as you seemed to think back on the entire duration of this situation.

“When!?” You demanded again after a few moments.

“I don’t know.” He admitted honestly, placatingly.

“Fuck.” You paused in place, bringing your hands to your mouth. Remus hated it, but you paused right in front of the hearth, causing your form to be illuminated by an ethereal glow. He thought you looked beautiful.

“I’m sorry.” He said, for daring to even think such a thing.

But, maybe…maybe if you loved him too, he could think such things?

“Fuck.” You said again, still staring unseeingly at the wall of his dorm as you stood in nothing but an oversized shirt in the middle of the room.

“What-” Remus started, taking a cautious step towards you as if you were a wild animal poised to run at any given moment. “What do you want, Y/N?”

Not one muscle in your body moved save for your eyes as they shot over to him.

“Anything.” He whispered.

I’ll give you anything you want; be anything you want. Say it and I’m yours. I’m yours.

I’m already all yours.

“I need to pee.” You said plainly.

Remus’ chest deflated in relief that you weren’t asking him to obliviate this memory from your mind.

“And then…” You took a shuddering breath that made Remus want to fold you up and keep you safe in his breast pocket for the rest of his life. “And then I want to talk. About this, okay? Please?”

Remus nodded quickly, readily, so unbelievably willingly.

“Don’t leave, please. Please be here when I get back.” You whispered; eyes, voice, and body language far more vulnerable than he ever remembered seeing from you (and ever cared to see from you again).

“Always.”

And he kept that promise.

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Sooo my request is threesome Oscar-Y/N-Lando

Smut and Fluff

Y/N is a YouTube bloger and interviewer, she managed to make big interview with Oscar and Lando about everything: races, games, music and personal life ofc. At first Lando and Oscar sort of thought that YN sending them signals (way she is sitting, lip biting, teasing or too personal questions). They had a little pause during interview, and guys discussed what should they do next - ignore it or face it and try some fun. Obviously, they choose last option. At the second part of the interview its their turn to tease YN with flexing, slightly dirt chatting. Finally one of them asks YN - did she ever had threesome because now she has chance of her life. And that's where real smut starts! I could see guys not as Doms but I definitely can see them as cocky , especially when they maybe would have fuck-race - who could make YN cum faster in which position. But also I can see Lando and Oscar as gentle guys, which means that it will be awesome if you'll add fluff moments

I would appreciate if your smut would include dirty talking (but no too dirty) , female receiving fingering, males recieving handjob, female oral recieving, males oral recieving, various - 2,3 or more poses - with guys (but no female/male anal involved), maybe even Oscar or/and Lando like to be praised about their bodies and physique; while YN has some hands kink (who has better hands - Lando or Oscar...?) And some gentle , fluffy and warm ending

Maybe even with allusions to sequel... Haha

Hope that you will find this request interesting you may even let us know from your feed if you like it or not hahahah

Sending my love! 🧡

To my friends- do not read this if it is the last thing you do.

The Big Interview (LN4 and OP81)

Summary: Y/n never expected that the superficial questions she was asking the two racers would turn into very, very interesting questions

Warnings: plz yall will never be able to think of me the same, all the warnings are in the anon lol

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When she got the confirmation she was authorized to hold a sit down conversation with Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri, Y/n never expected to be where she was; sitting across from two men with rippling muscles and rideable thighs. Her mind was constantly wandering to the idea of her hands running down Lando’s arm whilst having Oscar run his down her body. She could imagine the way it would feel when his fingers delicately snapped the hem of her panties against the skin of her hips, pulling and tugging like his life depended on it.

Her thought process warranted subconscious efforts to display her sexual attraction to the two. Through the biting of her pen, her eyes trained on Lando’s subtly, and the crossing of her legs which brought the hem of her dress up to fall right at the top of her thigh, the two boys were left to wonder the same things.

Lando was barely paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth as he imagined that very body part dragging down the ridges of his abs and Oscar was finding it hard to not make it obvious he was staring at her boobs.

True gentlemen.

Nonetheless, her intricate flirting continued on with her impromptu question, “So, what do you two look for in a girl?”

Truthfully, it wasn’t that surprising. They had been discussing past times in which relationships didn’t work out because of specific issues, so Y/n’s question didn’t raise any eyebrows. However, with the way her eyes fell down to obsess over the shape of Oscar’s lips, had the racers thinking differently.

Lando chuckled, flashing her his charming grin that was undefeated when it came to women, “Conversational and beautiful.”

She restrained herself from commenting on the fact that her job was surrounded around her ability to be just that: conversational.

She nodded and smiled at Oscar, signaling his response. He shrugged, looking her up and down, “The same for me.”

Y/n’s giggle escaped her before she could think about it, a silence falling over everyone in the room as they all stared at each other like they had just stripped of their clothes.

“Seems like a good place to stop for now!” Charlotte yelped, hands clapping together as she began to sweat. This interview was gradually making its way onto her list of things to make sure didn’t get posted.

Oscar and Lando hopped off their stools, turning around and giving each other side glances as they noticed their interviewer walk in the other direction.

Lando hit Oscar’s forearm discreetly, “What the fuck is going on?”

The Australian nodded, looking at him in disbelief, “Do you think it’s a come on?”

Lando scoffed, nodding as if it was obvious, “Of fucking course it is! Have you seen the way she’s been practically eye fucking us this whole time?”

“Yeah, of course! But, you’re more knowledgeable about this stuff than I am.” Oscar countered, looking at Lando for guidance.

When the Brit couldn’t think of something to give, he gave the one thing he knew he needed to breach as soon as possible, “I like her and I know you do too.”

Oscar slowly nodded, eyes glinting with a certain mischief Lando knew meant they were thinking the same thing, “I’m down if you are too.”

Lando chuckled, “Oh, fuck, I’m so down.”

—

The flirting was taken to an extreme that had Charlotte wanting to scream at the top of her lungs and run out of the room. This interview had been so highly anticipated and the fact that its ability to be released went to shit when they came back after the break made her want to rage.

Still, she watched on as Lando licked his lips seductively at the woman in front of him, the girl with the rosiest cheeks.

“What do you look for in a guy, Y/n?” Lando tilted his head, hands rubbing up and down his thighs slowly as if he knew the picture playing out in her head.

She pondered superficially, “Mmm, I think I like a guy in orange.”

“You mean, papaya,” He winked as she laughed and nodded.

“Yes, Lando, papaya.”

Oscar was quick to jump in, “So, does that mean you’d-”

“OKAY!” Charlotte yelled, hands coming up to interrupt the banter as she walked in the middle of the shot, “This interview is over.”

Lando gasped, “What?! No!”

Charlotte groaned, “Lando, you can still get her number, dumbass. Don’t worry.”

She walked out of the room, huffing as the crew looked around and began to hesitantly pack their things.

Oscar and Lando looked at each other, at a loss for words at their PR Manager’s behavior. They persevered, however, and got out of their seated positions, walking the short distance to Y/n.

Lando started, “You know, Charlotte’s not wrong. I would love to get your number.”

She looked up from her notes, smiling and eyes drifting to Oscar, “Oh, yeah. I’d love to get your number too.”

Oscar’s lingering had her chuckling, “You wanna get my number too?”

She was joking, that was clear, but the way Oscar’s eyes lit up, her mind began to understand the implications of both of them coming to her.

“O-Oh,” She stuttered, mouth falling open a bit as she tried to reel herself in.

Lando, being as bold as he was, challenged, “Ever had a threesome?”

Both Oscar and Y/n choked on the air they were breathing, leaving Lando a giggling mess. She shook her head, “Um, no, but I’m not opposed.”

Oscar’s teeth peaked through as he clapped his hands together, “Perfect!”

His teammate rolled his eyes, “Oscar, too transactional.”

The three of them giggled, tension in the air lightening as they began to plan for the night they wanted to have.

—

“Okay, she says she’s in the elevator.” Lando said, eyes looming over Oscar.

Oscar rubbed his hands together, “Okay, okay.”

Lando’s about to ask his teammate what their exact plan was for positions and the way they would want to be placed, but a knock on the door interrupts him. Oscar’s quick to open it, smiling brightly at the girl they had seen just a few hours before.

She walks in, timidly, and looks around at the space before her. The hotel room is spacious, perfectly situated for the endeavor all three of them are about to partake on, and Y/n finds herself yearning for them even more when reality hits her.

It’s as if Lando’s reading her mind with the way he steps forward and assertively crashes his lips onto hers, his hands cradling her face as he watches Oscar in his peripheral lean against the wall and watch them predatorily.

She groans into his mouth when his hands smooth down the length of her body and move to grab her ass, kneading and pulling harshly. He digs her hips into his, grinding them onto him as to show her just how much she’s effecting him. It’s when Oscar catches sight of Lando’s erection that he moves in, body interrupting their ministrations so it can meet Y/n’s lips just the same. Wanting to be involved, Lando grabs at her waist, kissing the side of her neck, nipping and sucking harshly. It’s when Oscar accidentally caresses Lando’s hip that the two men stop briefly. Y/n looks at them questionably, but realizes they’ve had a moment of revelation at how good it feels to be touched by the other. Oscar steps closer, his neck leaning over Y/n as he kisses Lando, the two making out slowly as Y/n watches from between.

Their lips smack together while Y/n allows her hands to roam about Oscar’s body. Down his arms to trace over his back, and then to the waistband of his pants, playing with the hem lightly as if to get his attention again.

He pulls away from Lando, his eyes blown wide as she smiles up at him. His hands find her hips and he walks her to the bed as he kisses her, tasting the sweet gloss that makes her lips shine.

He can hear Lando’s footsteps behind them. The sounds are slow and looming, asserting his dominance even when he’s not fully participating. Y/n falls onto the bed, sitting before Oscar as his finger traces over her lips. There’s a small smile on his face as he stares down at her, “So beautiful, huh?”

His eyes are on her, but Lando responses quickly to an inflection directed at him, “Yeah, thought it the second I saw her.”

Y/n blushes under their words as her hands move teasingly up Oscar’s thighs. His gaze is locked on her as her fingers play with his pants once more. Finally, she moves farther, slipping her hand over the zipper and pulling it down. There’s an immediate bulge from the moment the clasp comes undone and her mouth waters at the sight. His boxers are bunched out, peeking out from his jeans, yet the hole strategically placed in the clothing’s design makes it easier for her to pull him out. His cock stares her down and she licks her lips unconsciously at the sight. Her mouth opens and she moves closer before Lando’s voice interrupts, “Ah, not yet, baby. Tease him first. Without your mouth.”

Oscar draws out a breath and throws his head back to look at Lando, the Australian’s panicked expression causing Lando to laugh.

“Mate!” Oscar exclaims, frustrated at the order.

Lando only shakes his head, “It’ll be more fun this way.”

“For you.” Oscar shoots back, to which Lando responds, “Try getting snarky with me again. You’ll see what happens.”

Oscar moves to counter, fire back something about wanting to provoke it, but Y/n’s hand wraps around his cock and he moans loudly at the feeling.

“Shit, Y/n,” She squeezes him perfectly, creating pressure and warmth as she begins to move up and down his length.

Lando watches on, his hand pawing at his dick in his pants. His eyes are fixed on the way Y/n stares up at Oscar, lips pouted slightly as she watches Oscar’s face scrunch up in pleasure. He loves the way Oscar grabs ahold of her hair, messily tangling it in his hands as he begins to buck his hips against her hand.

Oscar’s head falls back as Y/n increases her pace and he groans out, “Oh, yes, baby. I can’t wait for your mouth.”

At his pleading tone, Lando moves closer. He stands next to Oscar as he moves Oscar’s hand from her hair and replaces it with his hand.

“Open,” Lando says as he looks down at Y/n. When her mouth falls open, he directs her head toward Oscar’s red cock, nudging her mouth onto the tip before pushing it down further and making her take it.

There’s a small gag, but it’s drowned out by Oscar’s wanton moan. His head is still back, but his mouth is gasping for air at the feeling of Y/n’s wet, hot mouth sucking him so harshly.

She can feel Oscar’s hand tangle back in her hair, along with Lando’s, and the two boys begin to force her mouth further down Oscar until her nose is pressed tightly up against his body.

Lando’s coaxing Oscar as he continues to yell out, “That’s it, Osc. Face-fuck her.”

Oscar’s chaotic in his movements, hips snapping against her mouth as tears begin to leak from her eyes at the pressure. There’s a ringing in his ear as her tongue smooths over veins and certain dips of his cock. He can’t get enough of her and the feeling only intensifies as Lando whispers in his ear, “Like her mouth? Like the way it sucks you off? Use it, Oscar. Use it to get off. You’re right there, yeah? Come on, Osc, cum into that warm, small mouth.”

Oscar’s moan is choppy as he holds Y/n face against his body while he cums in her mouth. Y/n moans around him at the feeling as Lando watches her throat move up and down, swallowing harshly.

Oscar’s ears are still ringing and his eyes are still slightly seeing black while Lando pulls Y/n from Oscar’s cock. He smiles at her softly as he leans down and wipes cum from the side of her mouth, “Lay back on the bed for me, love.”

She scrambles to the top of it, laying her head between the pillows as Lando follows after her. She can see both of them clearly in this position, Oscar still panting whilst ridding himself of his clothes and Lando slithering up the bed with a mischievous grin, the buttons on his shirt already half undone.

“I say you deserve a reward for that. Hm? Does that sound good to you?” His fingers delicately clutch the top of her pants, pulling them down her legs while his eyes stay locked on the dark red panties he’s found beneath.

She nods eagerly, watching as Oscar rounds the bed to sit by Lando. The British racer pushes her panties to the side, the two boys spectating at the image before looking back up at her with dark eyes.

“Wet already?” Lando teases while Oscar praises, “Perfect, baby.”

Lando’s head dips down and his tongue licks up her slit. Her hands immediately find his hair, pulling at it when he nips at her clit.

Oscar has his cock in his hands, moving it up and down while he watches her and the work Lando puts in below.

“You like that?” He says breathlessly, “You like it when Lando sticks his tongue in your pussy? I bet you do, baby. Such a needy slut.”

Y/n moans at the words as well as Lando’s tongue finding her hole, slipping in and roaming around tantalizingly.

Oscar’s hand, the one that’s not forcefully moving on his cock, dances up the skin of her body to find her throat, squeezing lightly, hesitantly.

“Is this okay?” He says softly, an endearing look in his eyes as Lando slows on his movements, each boy watching her carefully.

When she nods with a smile, their ministrations continue, yet Lando’s are harder, faster. Oscar’s fingers pulse at her neck as Lando continues to tongue fuck her, all three of them moaning at the sounds emitting from the room.

Lando’s hands grip her thighs as his hips rut against the fabric of the bed. Her legs shake slightly and he’s quick to pull away, “Nuh uh, baby, not yet. Want you to come on my cock first.”

Her eyes fill with despair, “But-”

He shakes his head, “No, baby, what did you expect? For me to let you cum on my tongue that quickly? No. I want you to be pent up and ready to squirt on my dick by the time I get inside you.”

Her eyes roll back as Oscar’s fingers twirl against the skin of her cunt, massaging before slipping in her hole. Lando sits back on his knees, looking down at Oscar’s disappearing fingers in her pussy.

He can see her wetness pooling around Oscar’s knuckles, a sight so dirty, he wants to throw any caution and fuck both of them right there. He takes a breath, his cock painfully hard in his trousers and pushes Oscar’s fingers away.

Y/n whines, her head lulling to the side as she gathers breath. Lando looks at Oscar dearly, the Aussie’s dick still standing erect, “I have an idea.”

Oscar nods at him, his fingers slightly teasing the skin of his cock, before Lando looks down at the half-naked body of Y/n, “I say we see who can make her cum faster.”

Y/n’s head turns quickly as Oscar clarifies, “Like a sex race?”

Lando nods triumphantly, “Exactly.”

Oscar shakes his head with a bewildered look in his eyes, “Fucking insane, but yes.”

At that, the men pounce on her. Their lips meet parts of her skin she was never truly aware of and they fight for her attention, her direction as to who she wants to fuck her first.

Lando’s hands grip her waist as he runs his tongue down her thigh and her eyes are suddenly drawn to the way his veins flex. Taking his warm palm in hers, she studies the way his large hand grips hers. Her body lights up at the image, arousal coating her insides further while Oscar meets his hand with her throat once more.

“Like his hands, baby? Remember, I was the one to figure out you had a choking kink,” He smirks, fingers squeezing once more at the space just below her jawline.

Lando scoffs, “It’s a hand kink, not a choking kink.”

Oscar’s about to rebuttal, but Y/n gets there first, “It’s both.”

The two give each other wild looks, loving the woman spread out before them.

“You can have her first seeing as I was too quick to assume apparently,” Oscar gives, his body retreating back slightly as he prepares to assess how quickly it takes Y/n to fall apart on Lando.

Lando positions himself at her entrance, discarding her top and giving quick attention to her boobs before sliding in. His mouth falls open and his eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, “Fuck, Y/n. Oscar, she’s so tight. She feels so good.”

Y/n’s hands claw at his abs, their flexing turning her on immensely, before moving to his biceps and obsessing over the muscles there. Lando moves, slowly at first, and leans into her touch, “Handsy, baby, aren’t we?”

She licks her lips, “When you look like that, yeah.”

Lando shoots Oscar a look over his shoulder before moving quicker, “There’s a goal at hand, love, yeah? Will you be good for me? Cum all over my cock?”

Y/n nods as he positions himself upward so he can pound into her at a harsh pace. Her head gets close to the headboard and Lando moves his hand to cradle her hair, creating a barrier between her and the wood. His hips snap harder when her safety is ensured and his other hand lifts her each leg up and over his shoulder, reaching deep within her.

His cock springs up from inside her stomach and Y/n stares at it, moaning at the sight outrageously. Lando keeps ramming into her as he rambles dirty statements in her ear, “Cock-drunk, huh, sweetheart? For daddy’s cock, yeah? Like the way my thick cock reaches so deep inside you, you can see it in your stomach? Like the way my tip nudges your insides? Hm? Are you going to answer for me, love? Or are you too fucked out already to comprehend me? Such a fucking slut, you’re already gone.”

Her hand lays flat against his chest while her nails lightly scratch at his nipple, her eyes roll back and all she can get out is, “So good, Lan.”

He can see the way her eyes trace over his body and his heart soars with pride, “Like the muscles, sweetheart? All for you, yeah? Like the way my arms can hold you down? Or maybe the way my legs have the strength to fuck you like the dirty whore you are? Oh, no, maybe it’s my fat cock and its ability to make you stupid for me?”

She moans, “Yes, Lan!”

He can feel her walls squeezing at him and he increases his speed, if humanely possible, thrusting into her at a rate so aggressive, Y/n sees stars. There’s a moment of clarity, where all she sees is him, before the world bursts around her and her body flames. The orgasm ripples through her harshly while Lando coaxes them through it, his own orgasm shredding through him at an Earth-shattering rate. His hands graze her body softly, whispering to her about how good she did for him.

Oscar sits behind them, still entranced by what he just witnessed. His dick strains in his hand and he feels as though he’s edged too far, sensitive to the slightest of touches. Nonetheless, when Lando pulls out, Oscar slides in and he’s absolutely lost to the world the moment he feels her wrapped around him.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” He moans, hips beginning to move as she clings to him.

Her legs are wrapped around his waist as he pushes in and out of her. At first, he’s slow, wanting to drink her body in and the way she looks beneath him yet his sensitivity and blue balls push him to go harder, faster, chase his orgasm.

His hips snap as he holds her thighs, pushing her closer to him in an effort to spur her on. Their moans and groans fill the room as Lando tries to decipher how long she goes until she finishes.

Devastatingly, coupled with the sensitivity and the overstimulation, Y/n’s legs shake earlier than they had with Lando and her jawline tenses when Oscar roughly gets out, “Cum, baby, cum. Show him how good my dick is for you.”

She cries out as white squirts around Oscar’s cock, his hand gripping the pillow beside her as he grits out a low moan. Juice flows out of her; hers, Oscar’s, and Lando’s.

The two men fall onto their backs beside her, panting along as Lando whispers, “That was rigged.”

Oscar rises up on his elbow, teasingly looking at him, “Don’t be a sore loser.”

Lando shakes his head as Y/n smiles at the two, “Oh, come on! She was still on the edge from me and that was an advantage for you! I say you’re a cheater.”

Oscar gasps, the kind that leaves Y/n giggling, “Am not!”

Lando waves a finger in his face, “Are too!”

“Guys, guys,” Y/n laughs, her hands coming to rest on their chests as they avert their gaze down to her, “Anyone want to get me a towel so I can clean up?”

The men are suddenly taken from their argument, reminded of the more important matters at hand. They spring from the bed, rushing into the bathroom and murmuring to each other about their plan for aftercare.

Y/n hears the bath go as Lando comes out with a warm towel, cleaning her up for her while she lays beneath him and he creates random jokes in his head to make her laugh.

Oscar comes out a minute later, grabbing her from the bed and pulling her into the bathroom, Lando in tow. The three wind up in the large bathtub, suds and bubbles surrounding them as Y/n lays against Oscar and Lando massages her feet which lay in his lap.

His eyes dance around the room as their comfortable silence goes on, but his mind brings him back to Oscar and his previous debacle.

He looks at the two across from him and sneakily states, “Next time, we do things differently. She gives me a hand job or something while we wait for her to calm down, so it’s fair game.”

Y/n cries from her laughter at his vulgarity and Oscar just nods along, seemingly used to Lando. Her brain catches up to the wording of his sentence and she smiles, “Next time?”

Lando nods, “Oh, yeah. I have a feeling Oscar and I won’t be letting you go for a long time.”

Oscar’s hands rub soap over her shoulders as he whispers in her ear, “Next time are code words for we are never letting you out of our bed.”

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eveningepiphany · 7 months

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go with it | H.S oneshot

my masterlist!

summary: your ex boyfriend— someone you never want to talk to again— is searching for you at a party. trying to do anything to deter him or get away, you spot harry, and a plan comes to fruition.

warnings: cheating ex, surprise kiss, sexual tension, partial mentions of sexual stuff, love/hate relationship, protective! h, fluff, cuddling and lots of kissing

a/n: I’m sorry but this gif actually has me in a chokehold. his jawline, his chewing, his FROWN. literally melting 🫠

———

There was never a day you thought you’d be b-lining to Harry of all people.

Especially not with the intention of once getting there, that you would be slamming your lips against his.

However, you already know you’d rather face a pit of blood-thirsty snakes then be forced into a conversation with your asshole of an ex boyfriend.

Who you know is currently seeking you out, because when you’d caught glimpse of him scouring the groups of people inside the kitchen, after coming back from the bathroom— your stomach dropped, and someone tapped your shoulder.

“He’s your ex, right?” The girl had said this with a light scrunch of her nose as she looked over to him. Her face riddled with a sense of disgust you couldn’t relate to more If you tried.

You had nodded, to which she replied, “Well, he’s asking everyone if you’re here and where you are. Going by his personality I’m assuming you’re gonna want to avoid that.”

You’d never wanted to hug someone more then her in that moment.

At the information she’d so kindly shared with you, your first priority was getting out of the house.

The front door wasn’t an option since he is near the only hallway that leads it it. So out through the back patio, where a smaller group of people were mingling by the fire, was easily your best option.

You knew this was where he’d be likely looking next, so you ran out the door. Unsure if you are about to just find a way to jump the fence and make your escape or…

Either way, you knew if he managed to talk to you, you’d be getting an unwanted earful of advances.

He’d beg with his nasally voice for you to give him a chance, and then go on about the same bitter ending you’d both faced. To his own fault, of course.

He was talking to multiple other girls over the damn state while you were together. And once you found out, it confirmed your outlook on his person.

He of course was charming and nice at first. But it was almost in a sleazy way when you think back to it. He’d yelled at you when you bought up his adulterous habits, and you never looked back after that.

Once you were outside, you were considering your options, but you spotted a person on the other side of the decking.

The second your eyes locked on Harry, it was a done deal.

If you were to seem like you were in another relationship, he would be much more likely to back off. Much more likely to never contact or try to find you again.

He was petrified of other men. Always felt so inferior around them. So this would be perfect, if you could just make it work.

All your past with him fell from the forefront of your mind as you practically ran in his direction. Maybe you had argued countless times over college projects and he could be a bit of an ass, but you still knew you could trust him.

He was leaned against the wooden beam of the patio, skin casted with a warm glow from the fire a few feet away, down on the grass.

He had a signature frown. One that creased between his brows and pouted his pink lips. Creating his almost intimidating persona. Protective in a perfect way.

“Harry.” You state frantically, moving at a pace you’re not used to, shoes hitting the wooden decking hastily.

His scowl deepened as he heard his name, being pulled from his intense train of thought.

“What—” He looks honestly pissed off, but when his gaze snaps to you, it softens a tiny bit. Still annoyed, but just a sliver less.

Also confused at your frantic and rapidly approaching frame, which is now suddenly breaching the usual metre-wide distance you both would maintain on any other day.

“Y/N? What are you—“

You plant your hands on the side of his face, and the look of surprise in his eyes is evident.

His cheeks are warm and smooth under your palms, “I need you to just go with this okay? Can you do that for me?”

He is struggling to make sense of the situation, let alone get a sentence out without being interrupted.

“What do you—“

“I— I’ll explain later just—“ you take a final glance over your shoulder, and see your ex inside still, but seemingly headed for the sliding door to come outside.

This drives the final surge of adrenaline you need to tug his face to yours, melding your lips together. His are puckered in tense shock, and a noise of surprise sounds from the back of his throat.

His hands jump to your hips, gripping them like he’s not sure whether to pull you closer, or push you away.

Your mouth moves against his, and he reciprocates with a sense of hesitation.

His own brain is in absolute overdrive. The interaction far to short to go from being people who merely tolerate one another to people who are currently kissing.

And somewhere inside of him he acknowledges the feeling of how warm your lips are pressed to his.

He senses your urgency now though, hands tensing around his jaw at the sound of the access door getting slid open.

Parting his lips, he impulsively drags his tongue over your bottom lip. You sigh a sound of almost gratefulness at his action.

Harry turns his body swiftly, pressing your back into the railing, his lips moving harder against yours.

“Y/N! Are you bloody out here?” A grating voice sounds, and he quickly picks up the pieces of the story he was missing.

The voice also pulls him out of the half trance he’d gotten himself in. Your mouth so warm, he genuinely forgot his own name for a second.

One of your hands slide down to the neck of his black shirt, securing it in an anxious grip.

The pace quickly picks up, him plastering himself to you as close as physically possible. Clashing mouths as he shadows your body with his.

“Oi, mate!” He ignores the yell, and is met with the footsteps of this guy coming closer.

“Have you seen—“

Harry pulls from your mouth, turning his head to look at the dickhead who you’re clearly attempting to get away from. And who just hypothetically interrupted someone’s makeout session— which is just fucking rude anyway.

“Do I look like I have?” Harry scowls, an angry tone over his voice.

The guy frowns, an ugly look casting upon his features, he steps closer, “No need to be a fucking di—“

He moved just close enough to see you, frowning, making sense that you were just essentially making out with someone, “Y/N I—“

“Can you fuck off? We’re in the middle of something here, that you’ve just so kindly interrupted. Read the room you twat.” His sentences come out harsh, and it’s clear he means it.

Your ex tries his luck a final time, “look I just want to talk with—“

And Harry interjects it again, “She’s not interested.”

You stay quiet, and at this he gets a disgusted look. It appalls you that he thinks you owe him anything.

There’s a stare down between the two men. But you can see in his face he’s intimidated. Also humiliated, that you’ve seemingly moved on with someone else, and that he’s clearly got no shot at winning you back.

“Fucking ass.” He hisses, and turns around, storming down the patio and back inside.

Harry turns back to you, shielding your frame with his. A sigh of relief passes through you.

You look a little shaken up, and he loosens the grip he has on you slightly. Both your lips still puffed and shining from the exchange you unexpectedly shared.

“Thank you…” you pant out, not sure if you’re out of breath from the situation or because of Harry.

The reality of what just happened comes pelting down on you both.

And it’s quiet a moment as you both clock over in your brains that you just practically made out. It takes a second for him to break the silence,

“So, stalker? Ex? Random guy who can’t take no for an answer?” He quizzes.

Feeling embarrassed, you purse your lips— but are able to to taste the remnants of his own mouth on yours. “Ex.”

“Ex?”

You nod.

“You sound surprised. Didn’t you think I could land anyone?” You scoff, trying desperately to bring back the usual snarky vibe between the two of you.

“No, not at all. Just that he was clearly batting above his level. He was a proper dickhead, and that’s rich when it’s compared to you.” You thank god he plays back into your banter.

But he pries further, “What exactly did he do to you?”

“Long story.” You attempt to brush it off, but he has none of it.

“Love, y’just came over here and slammed your bloody mouth over mine, and now you’re not going to tell me why?”

“But—“

“No,” he interrupts, still very close to you as he shakes his head, “No buts. Y’said you’d explain after.”

A sigh rattles out of you, feeling a little pathetic you’re telling Harry you got cheated on.

“He cheated on me. Like with multiple girls.”

To this, his face immediately drops.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

He fights the overwhelming urge to go hunt him down and lay a hand into the side of his fucking face. An absolute scumbag.

“What a pathetic excuse for a man.” He scoffs, “Lucky to have even got a pretty girl like you, and he blew it.”

You flush, another brief wave of quiet falling over the two of you. His compliments throwing you.

You quietly speak again, “I’m sorry about the… kiss. Didn’t really get as much consent as I’d have liked.”

You did feel guilty, you don’t usually go forcing your mouth onto unsuspecting men.

“No, it’s okay. You did it for a reason.” He shakes his head at your apology, and in all honesty, he enjoyed it.

Somehow it meant more than many of his others have. And he can’t quite pinpoint why.

“I… I carpooled here so, I think I’m gonna call an Uber and go home ‘cause…”

You had no interest in sticking around, incase your ex comes back— and you don’t want to spend the rest of your night glued to Harry’s side, because you doubt he’d want that.

“You’re not catching an Uber home.” He scoffs aloud, fishing his keys from his back pocket, “I’ve only had one drink, I’ll be fine to drive, so I��ll take you.”

“Harry, no. You’ve already done plenty for me tonight, I’ll be fine—“

He grabs at your hand, lacing them together and beginning to walk you down the patio.

“I’m driving you home.” He states, leading the you inside.

He clutched your hand tight, eyes forward and uncaring of the heads that had turned your way.

You on the other hand had burned up at the curious— and quickly jealous— eyes.

Harry was by no means a whore. There were plenty of rumours of him sleeping with certain girls. Mostly outlandish stories that eventually fizzled out to nothing.

He’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but it’d been a while since. And he’s maybe had one actual fling over the last couple months.

It just seemed he was harder to get. And many women tried their luck around the school. Yet to no avail.

You cast your sight down, walking behind him out the front door. Relishing in the quiet surroundings of the front lawn, free of prying glares.

He unlocked his car that was parked on the side of the road, and he opens the side door for you to get in. Chivalry mustn’t be dead.

Once you’re both in the car, you fight the urge to say again that he really doesn’t have to take you, because it’s clear there is no other option on his end.

So instead, you let out a tiny thank you, and he nods while starting the car.

However, your self restraint only branches so far— matter-of-fact, you weren’t even out of the street— before you blurt out, “Everyone was staring.”

He veers his gaze momentarily to you, then flicking it back to the road. Silence stretches a moment, and he recalls the heat of your lips pressed to yours with no real prompt.

And when he thinks of it, the image doesn’t leave his head. It unwillingly transpires, into something that bubbles into the pit of his stomach.

He had to blink it away, grounding himself when he hears your nervous swallow.

“I— what?” He’s confused at what you mean, while you kissed? When you walked out?

“When we walked out.” You reply, and he makes sense of what you’re talking about.

“People will always stare. They’re nosey.”

“I know.”

There’s another breath of silence, until he laughs, so suddenly that it almost makes you jump.

“Where am I going?” He asks, still chuckling as he realises he’s literally just driving aimlessly.

“Oh.” You sputter out a laugh as well, rattling off the side of town he needs to start driving to.

You wish you had more to say to him. That’s conversation usually flowed easily— filled with the sarcastic retorts it usually is. But now all that sat between you was a thick, hot slab of tension.

It wasn’t bad— not by any means— but it was easy to tell both of you were stuck in your own head. And you fear you’ve fashioned a permanent problem between the two of you.

Your voice only cut through the quiet once you were a few blocks away from your house.

He hummed acknowledgements to your each set of directions, and before you knew it, you were pointing out your house to him.

As his car pulled to a stop in the driveway, he didn’t hesitate to turn off the engine and get out.

Confused, you follow suit anyway, but wondered if he was about to walk you to your door.

And you weren’t wrong. Somehow, the guy who seems hardly like a gentleman, is waiting to walk the maybe 15 steps with you from his car to your front door.

You get your keys from your small bag, looking at him with an undeniably curious gaze as you meet his side.

He follows in sync by your side, hands in pockets. All the way up the patio steps, and he falls to a stop when you do, still next to you.

“Thank you for driving me home…” you smile, and can feel an unwilling red colouring spread over your cheeks.

“Was nothin’. Glad you’re home safe.”

“Were you seriously worried about me?” You frown, yet it’s undeniably endearing his concern for you.

A tiny scoff sounds from him, “Obviously?”

“That fuckin’ twat of an ex you have hardly seems like a good person. And who’s t’say he wouldn’t follow you home from that party and…” he stares off in thought, jaw clenching.

“Harry.” You state, stepping forward, wrapping a single hand around his wrist.

“Thank you.”

His distant gaze was snapped away at your touch. He’s never really considered himself an overly violent person, but your ex was easily about to change that.

And he hardly can pinpoint why. Or not yet.

The only thing he knows he wants to do again in sudden clarity, is kiss you. It almost shocks him, because he hasn’t felt an urge as strong as this in forever.

“Can— I need you to just go with this.” He mutters, being the one now very suddenly invading the gap between you both.

He’s mimicking what you said when you kissed him, yet you don’t realise “I’ll explain later.”

His hand cups the side of your jaw, and he leans to brush his lips against yours, a breath of relief fanning out his nose after finally feeling the contact.

You’re stood on your porch, and Harry is kissing you.

And somehow you’re all the sudden kissing him back.

Not because there’s someone you’re running from. Not because you have to. Because you want to.

He pulls you closer to him, allowing his teeth to graze your lower lip. Causing your hands to card through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You both play a back and forth game. Full of lips against tongue and tongue against teeth.

Until you’re both panting and running out of new places to map out with your hands.

“Care to explain?” You retort gently, stricken of breath.

He hums in the back of his throat, barley a rumble as he trails his mouth along your jaw, and down to the base of your neck.

“Is this enough of an answer?” He asks, sucking the skin between your two collarbones between his teeth.

Your knees almost give out at the sensation, and even the pressure behind his harsh mouth.

A near whimper comes from you, and he licks over the slightly bruised spot before he pulls back.

He cocks an eyebrow, expectant of your answer, despite having such a skilled mouth you’re pretty sure you forgot your own name for a second there.

“I— yes. That was… plenty.” You nod.

“Did it because I wanted to, and y’have an incredibly hot little mouth.” He provides anyway, a laugh coming from him as he pecks your cheek. All gentle, all loving.

You’re lacking for words completely, and can only lean your head against his broad chest. Unsure what exactly you’ve sparked between the two of you this evening, but simultaneously not caring of the future right now.

“I’m also probably not going to be able to stop thinking about it…” he whispers.

“Stay.” You blurt out, and then clarify a few seconds later, “The night.”

He chuckles at this, “Are you trying to get in bed with me now? Moving very quickly, sweetheart.”

You flush, “Not everything is about sex, you fucking addict.”

“So you were inviting me to stay the night so we could cuddle?”

“I was.” You affirm, despite not being opposed to his idea either.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your front door. Unlocking it and making quick work of sneaking him inside without the one of your three lovely housemates hearing.

All the others were luckily out at varying parties, and the only girl still home— Grace— sleeps like a log.

“You seem like a bit of a professional at sneaking people in.” He smirks, kicking his shoes off and leaving them in the corner of your room.

With only the lamp turned on, he’s lit with a warm glow, and he looks beautiful.

“Comes naturally when you live with housemates that are like your best friends. They wanna know everything.” You go to your cupboard, pulling out a jumper to change into.

He watches as you pull it over your head, yet managing to unclip your top and bra off underneath it.

“Impressive.” He nods at your easy change.

“I’m taking my pants off.” You state, “and not in a sexual way, perv.”

He lets out a defensive laugh, “I’m not a perv! You’re the one stripping off.”

You unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs to change over to sweatpants. His gaze strays around your room and you smile at his respectfulness.

Once you’re changed, you sit on the edge of your bed.

You lock eyes, and he gives a sly smile, not waiting to tug his shirt over his head and unbutton his own jeans.

You cover your eyes, sarcastically scoffing, “yea well, I didn’t plan on getting fully naked, but you go right ahead.”

“No different if we went swimming, darling. Still have my underwear on.”

You don’t get to reply as his hands tap your knee, “Budge up.”

You uncover your eyes, being met with his toned chest and calvin klein briefs.

Obliging silently, as he gets under the covers with you. The two of you rearrange until you’re comfortable.

Your head perched on his side as you cuddle into him, arm over his abdomen. His own arm curled underneath you.

“This is… an awfully weird situation we’ve ended up in.” You laugh. Because you’re cuddling in your bed right now, and if you told yourself even yesterday that would be happening, there no way in hell you would have taken it seriously.

“Guess it is.” He shrugs, turned his head to look down at yours.

“Still hate your guts.” You whisper.

“Mm, i don’t think I ever even hated you.” He muses.

You laugh, “Is that so?”

“Seriously,” he nods, “you’re too pretty. And even though you’re annoying, and can’t admit when you get a project question wrong, i think I have a little bit of a soft spot for you.”

“Gross.” You say, but he can hear in your tone— and the way it nearly shakes— that you actually are a little worked up over his minor confession.

“Cmon, you can’t even admit you like me a tiny bit?”

You shake your head, blushing profusely as you try to hide it.

He tugs you further up, so he can look at you properly, “You’re blushing though. Like you always seem to do when I get a bit sappy. Which is my most recent observation of you.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he presses another kiss to your lips again. And you smile into it unwillingly.

He pulls away mid-kiss, letting you whine a little at the abrupt ending to it.

“Admit it, and we can keep kissing.” He says, and it draws an eye-roll from you.

But he somehow knows it will work, because you quickly crack under his ultimatum, “Fine! Yes. I like you— just a little bit.”

To your response he laughs, murmuring against your lips, “I’ll take it, I suppose.”

He presses another kiss against you, and you press back again.

It becomes another makeout session, but despite being the third one of the night, it’s the first time hands can skate against mostly bare skin.

Which his own palms find their way under your jumper, and one cups gently at your breast, flicking over your nipple while his tongue dips into your mouth.

That’s as far as it goes for tonight though.

He kneads the flesh there softly, until you’re panting into his mouth with a heat budding between your legs.

Somehow there’s an unspoken not tonight agreement.

And you know that despite how needy you feel for him, it’s definitely for the best. And you’re still shocked you made it this far with him.

You roll into him further, chest rising and falling quickly as you sigh out to him, “I lied.”

“When?” He sounds completely unconcerned, despite your risky sentence starter.

“Before, when I said I only liked you a little bit.”

He chuckles at your response, “How was that a lie, hm?”

“I like you more than a little bit.”

“You’re sweet, darling.” He strokes his thumb against your ribcage, “so do I.”

To this you smiled. Eyes growing heavy at his rhythmic touches and soothing voice.

And his gentle words are the last that you hear before you fall asleep against his chest.

Both filled with a warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.

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trashmouth-padfoot · 11 months

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Transmasc!James who hasn’t told a single person outside of his family, not even Sirius knows until he begins to live with the Potters. It got sorted out at Hogwarts so no one would ever know, and it wouldn’t get figured out, he would just be James. No one knew what was in the past. James had always been James. No one could ever figure it out.

Ideally.

James’ whole perfect set up seemingly crumbled to the ground after a Quidditch game against slytherin that ended too quickly and resulted in an overall win, but didn’t really commemorate toward the House Cup due to lack of points and a too-quick catch of the Snitch. James was eager, sue him.

He was alone in the locker room, as usual, as he always waited for the rest of his team to exit before even beginning to change. He had been in the middle of changing when Regulus barged in, clearly in the wrong locker room.

Dread was barely enough to explain the way James felt, yanking his robes to his chest to hopefully cover the dark crimson binder that constricted his chest. Regulus noticed it. Of course he did. He was too observant not too.

Regulus wasn’t stupid. It clicked awfully quick for him, and then how drastic this must feel for James hit him like a brick. Eyes widening, he made quick work of an exit, huffing out an apology.

James nearly cried that night, and decided confronting Regulus would be the best option.

So he managed to find the younger before Quidditch practice, tugging him into a random empty classroom.

“What, Potter?” Regulus asked with slight annoyance at being disrupted. James swallowed.

“Yesterday. About yesterday.” It clicked in Regulus’ head what James was getting at. Regulus blinked up at the brunet. “Can you not…tell anyone? Like- please? I just-”

“That I walked into the wrong changing room? Potter, why in the world would I tell anyone that?” Regulus quickly covered, shaking his head in mock annoyance. James blinked. He wasn’t stupid. He knew Regulus knew. He also knew Regulus was obviously already denying the concept. A warm smile spread across James’ face, one that made Regulus’ heart skip.

“Thank you, Regulus.”

“Sure, Potter. Sure.” Regulus left the classroom as quickly as possible, desperately attempting to shake the feeling in his chest.

Months passed, and with each one, James and Regulus grew closer. It wasn’t intentional at first, James would beg to be Lily’s plus one to Slughorn’s Slug Club parties, and Regulus was a part of them, and who could really blame James for gawking at Regulus when he first saw him in dress clothes. They’d talk at the parties, more words being spoken at each one until they started hanging out outside of these things; sneaking up to the Astronomy tower at night, huddling under James’ invisibility cloak as they searched the castle for places to just hang out without the chance of being caught.

Until one day, James trudges into breakfast looking like fresh hell, and barely speaks to any of his friends. As if knowing this was a monthly occurrence, none of his friends even batted an eye at the mood shift. Sirius even continued on like nothing was different. Regulus had noted this during prior months, but didn’t care as much as he did now.

Again, Regulus wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together.

So after James rejects Regulus’ offer to hang out after practice, James is wholly shocked to find a pile of items sitting on his bed when he enters the guys’ dorm that night. Peter and Remus had already knocked out, it being so close to a full moon that Remus was too exhausted to even bother going to Sirius and James’ practice. Sirius was too clingy to notice it, crawling into bed with Remus almost instantly.

James, on the other hand, was gentle with his random gifts as he examined them. On his bed sat a dark green blanket and a small box with a note placed atop it. He unfolded the note gingerly, smiling stupidly at Regulus’ neat handwriting.

My sun,

The blanket has a heating charm on it for you, and the box has some chocolate frogs and also chocolate from the kitchen. I had a House elf deliver it for me. I hope you feel better.

-R.A.B.

James couldn’t help the grin that plastered over his face. He sunk into the bed, positioning himself with the new blanket and popping a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

The next morning, Regulus was hit in the temple with a paper airplane. He gave an irate glance toward the origin before melting at James’ goofy grin. He neatly unfolded the parchment, smiling at the messily scrawled out ‘thank you I luv ya’ in still wet ink.

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unreliablesnake · 3 months

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Tough choice (Simon Riley x reader)

Summary: After a successful mission, you get a lot of job offers. But there's one that gets your attention.

Note: We lost a hero, it's hard to fill his shoes. / This will probably get another part where Simon confesses his feelings. And tells the reader about what he thought of them during the first meeting.

Warnings: character death mentioned

Ever since that mission last year, people have been extremely interested in getting you on their side. You were swimming in options, going from briefing to briefing to find that one job which managed to pique your interest. The CIA wanted you higher up the ladder, giving you more responsibilities, while some PMC’s sniffed out what happened and were now trying to sweep you off your feet. Shadow Company offered a fortune for your services, but even Phillip Graves’s charm wasn’t enough to convince you.

And now Laswell brought you an opportunity that made you think. Task force 141. “Ask Alex for reference,” was all she said before handing you the number of Captain John Price.

It took days to get a hold of your friend, but once you did, he spoke highly of the team he helped out every now and then. “I think they need you to fill some big shoes. A sergeant was KIA and now Ghost needs a partner on the field,” he explained.

“Ghost?”

“Mhm. Man’s a mystery, but he’s damn good at what he does. If I were you, I would go for it.”

So you called Price and organized a meeting with him. This was the first round of the interview process, the opportunity to learn more about your possible future boss, the team, and, of course, how they operate. The captain works with a sergeant called Gaz, while Ghost had worked with Soap, another sergeant who had been KIA. That latter you already knew from Alex.

Price told you to visit the base the next time they're all there, and you gladly accepted the invitation. The team’s mystery man, the one you would have to work with, grabbed your attention. His superior spoke highly of him, and the fact Alex also emphasized that he was excellent at what he did made you curious. He certainly lived up to his call sign by keeping his identity so hidden. You didn’t know his name, you didn’t know his age, you didn’t know what he looked like. All you knew is that he was a Brit, just like Price and Gaz.

It took your schedules to align almost four weeks, but eventually you made it to their location and were greeted by the captain as if you were already a member of their team. His warm smile brought one to your lips too, and you soon found yourselves deep in a conversation about Kate and Alex. He liked working with them, and despite Alex being labeled a deserter, the team often crossed paths with him. That was good. Meeting him every once in a while would be nice.

“Ghost is waiting for us in my office,” Price began to say, only to pause for a brief moment when he stopped in front of a door. “But I think I’ll give you two the chance to talk alone. I already told him about you, even mentioned that I want you to work with us, but he has to be the one to finalize our decision.”

Nodding, you waited for him to open the door, then stepped inside the dimly lit room. The window shades were pulled down and the only source of light came from the small lamp on the desk. Ghost was sitting in the swivel chair behind it, his eyes scanning a file that you assumed was yours.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Ghost interrupted you right away. “I want you on my team,” he stated sternly as if it was an order, then threw the file on the top of several other documents.

Despite your best efforts to keep things professional, a snort coming from you filled the room upon hearing his words. “So does everybody else,” you informed him, slowly folding your arms over your chest. “I already turned down several offers. Convince me; why should I pick this team?”

The lieutenant stood up and walked over to you, finally letting you realize just how much bigger he was. He was intimidating, yes, but that didn’t stop you from keeping eye contact with him. “You know Laswell. If you trust her, you can trust us,” he said.

“It’s not a matter of trust.”

“Then what do you want to hear?”

A sigh left your lips. It wasn’t about the money. If it was, you would be working for Shadow Company now. To be honest, you didn’t even know what you wanted from the job. But there was one question that bugged you since you first heard about this guy. “Are you a good person?” you asked him seriously.

Since you could only see a small part of his face, you almost missed that surprised glint in his eyes. “No,” came his answer.

For a few moments you just watched him, thinking about his response. He was honest, that you truly appreciated, but you could hear something in his voice that you couldn’t quite place yet. Regret? Pain? Doubt? Self-hate? Whatever it was, it made him sound and look human. Without realizing what you were doing, you took a step closer to him, making this giant man lean his hips against the desk to build back some distance.

“When can I start?”

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the way his large fingers tightly gripped the edge of the desk at your words, as if he was trying to ground himself. Was he thinking about the sergeant he had lost? If it was you, your mind would always return to the person who died under your command. What if this one dies too? You would be asking yourself this over and over again. So you didn’t want to rush him, you just stood there and waited for him to pull himself together.

And then, after several minutes of deafening silence, he finally spoke up. “Good decision. Price will tell you the details,” Ghost informed you before moving past you to rush out the door.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #modern warfare #call of duty #mw3 #mw2

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kakushino · 5 months

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Cold?

Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

Christmas present for dear @kanao-tsuyuri-art inspired by this post.

Tags: fluff Word count: 0,6k

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AN: It may be a early, but I hope this makes you smile and warms you a little in these cold times.

Kyojuro could be a dense man at times. For all his book-smarts, his ability to pick up on hints fluctuated around level 0, and it always took you pointing out something you wanted him to notice for him to actually take note of it.

You getting a new outfit was always met with his falcon-like stare, an absent-minded smile and a “Did you get a new haircut?” He always knew something was off, but he never picked up on the right thing.

Which made it all the more surprising he noticed your shivering and correctly guessed the source.

Kyojuro was also getting better at using his ‘inside voice’ though he forgot at times. Like now. “Are you cold, my love?!”

“Yes, a little.” You disliked the cold but you could hardly pass up the opportunity to go to the Christmas market with your boyfriend. You were both so busy at times it was hard to schedule dates; of course you would brave the Arctic to be with your Kyojuro, even if you hated the temperatures.

His smile diminished - a winter sun compared to his usual summer cheer. He didn’t hesitate, however, and quickly pulled off his right knitted glove, offering it to you. The grateful smile lighting up your beautiful face was his reward.

Kyojuro always ran a little hotter than you, so he was sure the garment would warm your right hand. He took your left in his right, bringing it closer to his face as he intertwined your fingers. “Worry not! What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t warm you up!”

His searing hot lips kissed your icy fingertips, making blood rush to your cheeks even more than before - this time not from the cold. “A terrible one to be sure,” you teased lightly, burying your face in your scarf to hide your shy smile.

“Well, at least you know what kind of wish you don’t need then!” Kyojuro puffed up his chest. “I promise to be the best partner you’ve ever had!” His passionate declaration prompted a slew of giggles from you. He was so silly, yet so sweet.

You had already done your shopping, gotten some of the mulled wine, and tasted the amazing food served at your local Christmas market. The last item on Kyojuro’s imaginary itinerary was wishing on the bell.

It wasn’t a custom native to either of your country of origin, but the market offered the option this year. You could make a wish and ring the bell to make it come true before the New Year.

Kyojuro dragged you criss-cross through the entire square to find it. It was a bell hung above a small stool, there was a rope hanging from the middle connected to the clapper to ring it once you made your wish. There was no queue at the moment, though you remembered seeing one when you came to the markets.

“Come on! Time to make a wish, my love!” His grin lit up the square more than the Christmas tree lights as he took all your bags and urged you forward.

With a wide smile at his antics, you stepped on the stool to reach the rope and made your wish, the clanging of the bell sounding somewhat sweet, and you believed, right then and there under your love’s fiery gaze, that your wish would come true.

The moment passed, and it was Kyojuro’s turn.

He might be the one who represented a flame, but it was your smile, your charm, and your love that set his heart ablaze as he walked towards the bell. The small box he kept in his pocket burned through his clothes as he fervently wished:

May my love say ‘yes’.

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hearts-4-vicky · 3 months

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can you do quarterback minji x shy cheerleader reader? i literally just thought of this and i think it’s adorable

ty baby<3

warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing…, minji is cringe…(shes a loser to me) kinda short😭and um thats it😜

i only know a few things abt football so 🫠

(not proofread…)

The championship football game was already in its fourth quarter, with 50 seconds on the clock. To say Minji was stressed was a HUGE understatement, being the quarterback was cool and all😵‍💫 but when her team’s losing by 3 points its gonna get to her🥺The pressure was getting wayy too much for her since the school has been winning for 9 consecutive years. If they lose, not only will she be failing her school and her teammates, but also you🥺🥺🥺You were the reason she started playing football in the first place, her good luck charm, her cheerleader 🎀 Co-Captain and one of the flyers (someone thrown and lifted in stunts) in the schools cheer squad, y/n l/n (basic asf but shit thats the only option 😭)

Calling a timeout was the best option, all they needed was one touchdown and boom, win😝 though its gonna be harder since their best wide receiver, Yunjin, had suffered a bad shoulder injury just a few minutes before (idk who to put on this team😭) Minji had no game plan since it all relied on Yunjin’s speed and agility, she needed to think of something😵‍💫 Getting in a circle with her team, she speaks up “Okay guys! Just one more push and we win the whole thing right?” Minji flashes a grin, trying to be optimistic “how are we gonna score? Yunjins out and Yujin can barely run without staring at the cheer captain.. Look! She has heart eyes right now!” Haewon was right, Yujin wasn’t even listening to the team but staring at Wonyoung🥺(i love them) Minji noticed you were there too, talking with wony, laughing at something she said🎀 She unconsciously smiles at you, your smile brought light to the dark skies of the night and your laughter made her feel warm🥺 “Fuck.. I forgot you’re both down bad…” Ryujin mentions, the whole team starting to tease those two😭”Alright alright! Yujin, lets do this for our girlfriends… Everyone make sure no one is guarding her!” “Gotchu bro, but I think we need your pretty girlfriends to cheer us on real quickkk” Yuna pokes both Minji and Yujin🎀 “Suck my- “LETS GO BEARS!” (idk man😭) You and Minji make eye contact, “You got this” is what she reads from your lips. A fire lit in her heart as she saw you throw her a kiss, she’s ready for the game.

“HUT HUT! HIKE!” Minji scans the field for Yujin, seeing her in the open, she throws it to her. Caught it. Yujin sprints with everything she had as both teams were after her. One of the opposing team members came out of no where, making Yujin trip. Minji winces at it, must’ve hurt bad. She only thinks of one think,

We fucked it up. We lost.

“HOLY SHIT I DID IT?!” Yujin’s piercing shout got the attention of everyone, she got the ball past the goal line🙏

The stadium erupted into cheers as people started running to the field to celebrate😍😍😍 You full on SPRINT to see your girlfriend, pushing everyone out of the way (r u the football player now or what😭🙏)

Smiling brightly as you spot each other. Minji throws her helmet to the floor to catch you😵‍💫

“YOU WERE SO GOOD OUT THERE BABY!!!” You said as you jumped into Minjis open arms, kissing her face between every word🥺(me when) “I’m all sweaty babe! hol-“”don’ttt care!” Minji stifles a snort as you pepper her face so more, “couldn’t have done it without you, my sunshine” accepting your soft lips against every inch of her face while spinning you around had you both in your own world🥺🥺🥺 Both of you were giggling like teens in love (duh) as your lipstick stains her still sweaty face😛 you guys are taken back to reality as the school journalists come to interview you guys “Who would like to thank for this win Kim Minji?” the camera pans to you guys, still in her arms as she replies,

“My gorgeous girl right here!!”

you hide your face in her neck, blushing at her words

“And those marks on your face?”

“M-minji wait-“

“Also from this gorgeous girl!”

She’s never seen your face as red as it was before😭

with annyeongz

“but I scored the touchdown…”

“Let them have their moment love”

ive been wantin to write fluff again omg 🙏🙏

im sorry i havent been doing many requests lately, ive gotten a bit busier than usual😭 I need to get my grades up or else im out☹️Ive only been writin for school this week im so sorry if this isnt that good😭😭😭

Im really sorry my loves❤️ Stay safe and love you guys!!

-Vicky💋

#kim minji x reader #new jeans x reader #newjeans fluff #newjeans minji x reader #newjeans kim minji x reader #vicky’s asks #anon ask #wlw #Kim minji fluff #when is my bf asking me 🤬

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middlenamesage · 1 month

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I’ll let you in on a little secret: “Pretty privilege” is not nearly as real as Venusian privilege. 🤫 💖

Disclaimer: I’m not speaking on the latter from personal experience, as my natal chart does not grant me the status of “Venusian” in the slightest. But Mars conjunct my Venus has made me very motivated to understand Venus; seemingly especially when I’m going through Mars transits because these two characters can not be separated in my psyche!

Before I even learned astrology in depth, I always noticed it wasn’t necessarily the physically prettiest people/women who get all the offers, praise, and support coming to them. The way I used to term it, “personality privilege” is a lot more substantial than the concept of “pretty privilege” that people like to cite. Because I always noticed the privileges were most coming to those whose vibe felt most warm and open, and/or whose vibe had an aura of knowing and exercising their deservingness when it comes to receiving support or attention.

Now I know that this is Venusian energy in a nutshell. And I’ve confirmed the presence of a strong Venus in the people I had always known that struck me as having a lot of offers and support coming to them and being well-liked and recognized by others, but who weren’t necessarily all that conventionally physically attractive.

What matters more if you wish to manifest people giving more to you is in most cases not a major physical makeover; it’s an energetic makeover. Having “I’m pretty and deserving” consciousness and feeling energetically open to people is where the “privilege” most lies!

I’m not exactly the one to give advice on how to project more Venusian energy, and frankly I’m personally not even really trying to gain more of the stereotypical Venus energy embodied by The Empress. While it would be nice to ultimately have a less conflicted relationship with my own Venus, I’m not conflicted about one thing: She’s in fire🔥♌️, so the interpersonal prowess of Venus truly isn’t my main focus with her; learning to self love and self validate has been. I’m proud🦁 of my emotional independence, even if it can be a little extreme, and the stereotype that Leo Venus needs undue attention from others has never resonated with me! Have we forgotten that fire is individuality and independence? Most of my life experiences have given me no other option than to learn how to self validate if I want more validation. This also is due to having multiple neurodivergencies and having built some walls around me due to trauma, that make me seem less open… but I think that still fits a Venus placement not most focused on social graces, and a wounded Venus from a lifetime of being conjunct a stronger Mars! ❤️‍🩹

Maybe other fire Venuses or Martian Venuses or people that have Venus in any setup where she’s not in an advantageous position to charm people with her social skills will relate. 🤗 Our paths might be different; for us embracing that we’re focusing on self acceptance in our journeys to find peace, and recognizing that we possibly also have very emphasized lessons in our journey on how to keep certain people out of our lives, is likely to be the best way to remain authentic to ourselves while helping our Venuses.

So it appears I do have advice for people who have walked a similar path with Venus as me. 🔥♂ And I have plenty of observations about the energy of Venus that can draw privileges from others to it, even though I think that for a fire Venus, continuing to focus on embracing my authenticity even when it’s in no way popular is how I’ll eventually start feeling more capable with the social sides of Venus, and feeling more others appreciating her too.

⭐️🪐 Basic astronomical fact I only learned recently: Venus has the hottest climate of all the planets! And the reason she’s hotter than the planet closer to the Sun is because Venus’s atmosphere is made up of gases that trap heat. To me this represents the way Venusians have honed the skill of radiating warmth themselves. All that alluring heat she puts off can really draw in others. But it’s also her responsibility to use the warmth to be reciprocally giving in her relations with others… if Venus doesn’t give much and just takes, her atmosphere can start to feel more like Hell than like inviting warmth.

Wishing a successful journey for all in evolving with and embracing your Venus… however that may look! We all deserve to know comfort and peace. 🌷

#venus in astrology #venus #astrology #venus signs #leo venus #venus and mars #planets in astrology #astrology blog #astrology tumblr #astrology community #the empress #libra #taurus #venusian #astrology observations #zodiac

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regscupid · 7 months

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10/3 prompt: zombie (1,022 words) - @jegulus-microfic

“Reg, you have to get the next one.” Sirius groaned as he flopped back onto the sofa, throwing his feet into Regulus’ lap. The trick-or-treaters had been especially brutal this year, coming in never-ending hoards of demanding children with variations of the same three costumes and sticky fingers.

“Just turn the lights off so they stop coming.” Regulus shoved at Sirius’ legs.

“Then what, get egged? They know we have the big candy bars.”

“That’s your own fault. I was perfectly content buying one of those mixed fun-sized bags,”

Just as Regulus turned to resume their annual rewatch of Night of the Living Dead, the doorbell rang again.

Sirius looked at Regulus expectantly, nudging his leg with his socked foot. Regulus rolled his eyes and made a show of begrudgingly standing up. He just hoped it wasn’t teenagers this time.

“Trick or treat!” The voice of a small child called out just a bit too loudly when he opened the door. The boy couldn't have been older than four or five and was dressed as an impressively realistic zombie, the illusion only slightly shattered by the pair of little red glasses wrapping around his face. His arms visibly wobbled with the strain of holding out a Lightning Mcqueen pillowcase nearly full to the brim with candy.

“Wow, you’ve worked very hard tonight, haven’t you?” Regulus’ voice lilted with the effort of trying to contain a laugh at the expectant way he glanced between the pillow case and Regulus.

“We heard this is where the good candy is,” A warm voice called from behind the kid. Regulus met the eyes of another much taller, adult zombie, making his way up the porch steps.

He also wore glasses that took the edge off the undead part of the costume- though the smile on his face had Regulus thinking there wasn't a costume the man could wear that would come off as anything other than charming.

“You’ve heard correctly. But don’t go spreading that around,” Regulus joked.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” The man chuckled. The laugh resonated through Regulus’ skull and he became hyper-aware of himself, quickly turning his attention instead to the cheap plastic cauldron of chocolate bars on the table by the door.

“Well I think this is the scariest costume I’ve seen all night, so it’s only fair you get two candy bars,” Regulus crouched down in front of the kid, scratching his head in mock consideration, “What do you think?”

“Yeah!” The kid dropped his pillow case without care, leaning toward the cauldron with the kind of excitement you only see in children. Candy poured out of the case and the man, presumably his father, huffed out an exasperated sigh.

“Harry,” The man warned kindly, bending down to clean up his child’s war spoils.

“Sorry. Yes please, thank you.” The kid, Harry, smiled sweetly.

“Why don’t you pick,” Big green eyes widened and he leaned forward to peer at his options.

“There’s so many kinds.”

“There are. Don’t worry, take your time.” Regulus shrugged, setting the cauldron on the ground in front of Harry to poke through, and stood back up. He wasn’t sure where the patience was coming from. With most trick-or-treaters, he’d usually throw whatever candy bar he grabbed into whatever bag, bucket, or pillowcase he was presented with and send them on their way as quickly as possible.

Standing up brought him back to eye level with the man behind Harry. Ah, that’s it.

Sure, he was covered in prosthetics, fake blood, and tattered clothes, but Regulus could see right through it. The wide-set broadness of his shoulders, the easy confidence in his smile, the kind crinkle of his eyes. Regulus wasn’t ashamed to admit he had a type and this guy fit the criteria. And something in the way his eyes lingered on Regulus’ skin above the waistband of his joggers and below the hem of his t-shirt had Regulus thinking it wasn’t entirely unreciprocated.

“So, do you guys live in the neighborhood?” Regulus asked as Harry continued to slowly weigh his choices.

“Yeah, a block over. We actually just moved in a few days ago.”

“Ah, well, welcome. I’m Regulus, and my brother Sirius lives here too.” He cringed at himself internally, wanting nothing more than to ram his own head into his door. He hated small talk, and there was no reason to mention Sirius at all, but something in him needed the guy to know he didn’t have a partner to live with. Though, he showed no sign of being thrown off.

“I’m James, this is my son, Harry.” James settled his hand on top of Harry's head, “It’s just us.”

Regulus couldn’t help his smile at the way he emphasized the last part, James’ grin shifting just to the right of flirty.

“Okay, I picked!” Harry called out, turning to James with his small fists curled tightly around his clearly well-thought-out choices.

“Well done, Haz,” James leaned down to scoop up his son, settling him on his hip with the full pillow case still clutched in his other hand. “Say thank you to Regulus,”

“Thank you Reglus,” Harry gave him a wide smile lacking a few teeth and Regulus felt something in his chest turn warm and gooey.

“Of course. Gotta give the zombies plenty of candy so they’re not hungry for my brains, right?”

Harry giggled and the conversation lulled.

“Happy Halloween, neighbor,” James slowly backed up on the porch.

“Happy Halloween. See you around,” Regulus fiddled awkwardly with the door handle.

“Yeah. I hope so.” James winked and turned around, starting his way down the path to the street and Regulus flushed despite himself.

When the door closed, Regulus peaked through the window by the door, ducking when James looked back at the house.

“As sweet as that was, can we please get back to the movie before I throw up?” Sirius stared at him from the entryway to the living room.

Regulus couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed or embarrassed at the eavesdropping, too distracted by the giddy thrum in his chest.

“I’m going to fuck the neighbor.”

#is it too soon to be throwing them straight into halloween night #it's fine #jegulus #starchaser #jegulus microfic #my microfics #regulus black #james potter

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oph3liatlou · 6 months

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— WHITE ORCHIDS

pairing(s) - prince!nikolai lantsov x sarcastic!f reader

word count - 920

warnings - none, just pure fluff.

proofread? - yes

note from author - totally not based off nikolai and zoya 🫣

summary - nikolai is looking for a queen, for ravka - he knows what’s best for the country yet, he can’t stop thinking about you.

Nikolai was forced to pick a Queen for the Ravkan court - and quite soon. He sighed gently looking over possible suitors for himself.

He had always been a man of business but, he also tended to follow his heart - which, made options practically impossible. He thought of the perfect person for himself.

“Hello?” You asked, pulling him out of his day dream. You didn’t care that he was the future king, nor did you care about labels like moi tsarevich. Regardless, you liked to believe Nikolai thought of you as a friend. “Are you even listening to me?” You snapped, in your usual blunt way.

“Huh?” He asked looking up from his idle staring, now looking at you. Your beauty radiated, warming his otherwise dullened heart.

“Sorry…yes, yes - I’m listening.” He says, smiling softly as he gazes back at her through his green eyes. “What were you saying again?”

You rolled your eyes at him in annoyance. “If you were listening, you would have known what I said." You grumbled, as you flipped through a stack of papers. Nikolai had asked you to help him narrow down the suitors for a Queen - he said you had great judgement.

Nikolai ignored the fact that you were obviously irritated with him. “Well, let’s see…” He looked over your shoulder at the papers you were reading. “Do you have any favourites for me? Any names that stick out at first glance?” His voice had his usual arrogance and charm to it.

You shook your head in disgust. “All of these people are-“ You went to say an inappropriate insult, but decided against it. “-unqualified.”

Nikolai laughed. “Well, that’s quite…frank, isn’t it?” He chuckled again in amusement. “We do have some time, I can arrange for some new suitors after all. Perhaps we can also consider other countries?” He suggested.

This brought a small chuckle out of you - even though it was still sarcastic. “Like any Fejerdan or Shu Han would marry you…”

“I don’t see how that’s so far-fetched. Plus, we could make an alliance out of it.” Nikolai said, slightly annoyed at your comment. “I’m the future of Ravka - also handsome and intelligent…who wouldn’t want to marry me?”

You raised another eyebrow at him, looking up at him from your papers. “Was that a rhetorical question or - should I answer you?” You smiled sarcastically.

Nikolai smirked at you shaking his head. “I do enjoy your…remarks - it’s amusing.” He said playfully. “So go ahead - who wouldn’t want to marry me?”

“Lots of people.” You scoffed.

He gave you another smile. “You are quite the wit.” He said, “Does my status alone, not make me desirable?”

You sighed. “Ravka is poor now, since the Darkling destroyed it. Your status doesn’t matter anymore.” You paused before continuing. “You should change the currency into gold, that way we’d profit more with the ports and the ships.” You trailed off flipping through more papers.

Nikolai thought on your solution for a moment. He knew you were right. “Doing that would also make Ravka more desirable for the other countries - not that I really want to marry into them.” He muttered the last sentence under his breath.

But you heard him anyway. “Why not?”

He wasn’t sure if he needed to explain himself or not. “The Shu Han have their strict cultural rules, the Fejerdans have their…obsession with blood.” He said carefully. “I doubt they’d want to make an alliance with Ravka - and I doubt I fit their criteria.”

He had a point. “Well, then what do you want?” You continued. “Because I hate to break it to you but, these women are all useless.” You grumbled pointing to the papers again and walking towards the window.

Nikolai sighed. “I know these candidates are not…good choices. Which is why I had asked for your help.” He paused thinking and then speaking again. “I have…a personal preference, you know?”

You laughed turning back towards him. “You’re seriously an idiot if you marry one of them-“

Nikolai was getting a little annoyed at your statements. “You’re saying I should ignore the expectations and rules of the monarchy and instead, marry someone I desire?” He asked in a teasing voice. “Because, I already have someone in mind I’d want to be my wife.” He said charmingly.

You knew what he was getting at, you had known all along but - you were also too stubborn. “Good for you,” You paused. “I guess you don’t need my help anymore then.” You also, didn’t want to make the situation more awkward.

He was your best friend. And admitting it, would make it all too real.

Plus the fact that he was a prince and you, we’re just a simple Grisha.

Nikolai chuckled, he knew you knew. It was all just unspoken words. “Who’s to say she’d want to marry me anyway…” He stated.

“She wouldn’t.” You admitted. “Not yet anyway.”

“You sound quite confident about that.” He said teasingly. “Are you suggesting that I need to win her over?” He asked with a smirk.

You smiled at your banter. “I’m sure she’d appreciate some flowers.”

Nikolai rolled his eyes at your suggestion with a smile. “You seem to know a lot about her.”

You smiled with a nod before turning to leave the room. You paused for a moment. “I prefer white orchids.”

Nikolai was at a loss for words for a moment as his eyes followed you walking into the hall.

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starluvsx · 6 months

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★𝐎𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚

Chris sturniolo x fem!reader

Proofread:Yupp

Word count:559

WARNINGS:nothing!

A/N:this is pt2 of love birds so if you haven’t read that then you should bc it’s like the set ip for this, also it’s just rlly cute so yea.btw I’m working on the pt2 for ‘jealous girl’ I swear, I just don’t know how to end it rlly😭

𖦹 𖦹

“Jesus it’s cold as fuck in here, can someone turn the heat on” I asked once I got in my seat.i don’t even know how the two boys were in here for so long.it was like 30 degrees.Boston winters are too much sometimes

“Nah cause the heaters super loud and the camera will probably pick it up.”Matt responded as he set up the camera in question.I didn’t want to be rude so I just nodded and opened my phone to answer some snaps while Matt placed the camera on the dashboard and went outside to check if we were in focus.

“You can have my hoodie, I don’t really need it.”Chris suggested, probably not realizing the camera was on.before I could even answer he was taking his sweatshirt off and passing it back to me.

I thanked him as I slid it on.the smell of cologne hit my nose almost immediately. “Cold as fuck out there jeez”Matt huffed as he got back into the car.

“It’s not that bad”Nick, who was decked out in warm clothing, responded.

It had been about 5 minutes now and I realized that I hadn’t opened either one of my drinks yet.when I was in the store I didn’t realize that the Fanta I had picked up was in a can,meaning I couldn’t open it due to my nails.

“Matt, can you open this?'' I asked over Chris and Nick bickering back and forth about if dogs were really dumb or not.normally I would’ve turned to my right and just asked Nick but I didn’t want to interrupt this sibling bonding moment he was having.

Matt didn’t respond in words.only showing me his freshly painted nails which were black and white.there was no use in asking Nick seeing as he was knee deep in his run-on sentence at the moment.

Chris, who was actively making fun of his brother, was my last option. Just as he was about to yell back at Nick I tapped his shoulder.halting his sentence.he turned his head back to look at me.

“Can you open this for me”I said in a regular tone in contrast to everyone else in the car.his face softened once he saw me.his hyper,loud personality dropped as he answered my question.

“Yea sure”he said in a normal voice as well.his actions were simple.he grabbed the can, popped it open and then handed it back to me.such small,basic movements but charming nonetheless.

We were now on the outro.Matt had grabbed the camera and turned it towards Chris, expecting him to do something weird like he always does.but instead of that he was turned around again,talking to me.

“Did you do something new with your hair,it looks nice.''was all he said.no more than 15 words but enough to turn me a flushed color.

The look in his pale eyes was genuine.not a glimpse of anything but the truth in them.something I wasn’t used to with him.we would make fun of each other constantly.compliments either way we’re weird.maybe if he saw how I felt for him and we became something more they wouldn’t be as rare as they were right now.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #influencers #sturniolo triplets #x reader #youtube #celebrity #fluff #cute

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digitaldiarystuff · 23 days

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Enemies (To Lovers?)

so i’m shocking myself with how many stories i upload in one day but let’s not jinx it lol

this was a request but i can’t find where, anyways hope you enjoyy💖

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pairing: Declan Rice x Y/N

summary: you and Declan never really clicked but now that you’re locked in a room what other option is there than to talk it out

genre: slight angst maybe also slight smut

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“Ugh I hate him” you told your friend Ariana the minute you entered the villa.

“Who?” she asked not understanding how you got involved in beef even before talking to anyone at the party.

“Who do you think?” you asked her in a duh voice.

“Dec? Girl you two seriously need to drop this petty act.” she whined fed up with you.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t just stop this childish hate for Declan Rice, the Arsenal ‘superstar’ You have been in the same friend circle since last summer. When your friends first told you about him you were pretty optimistic actually, everyone told you what a great and genuine guy he was and you thought ‘wow we’d get along well’ but it wasn’t the case. From the moment you first met, Declan had a weird vendetta against you. He showed how much he didn’t like you from the first day you met by spilling his drink on you, granted he might’ve accidentally do it but his actions after were enough.

“Stop laughing” you snickered trying to get the red stain out of your white blouse but Declan kept on smiling.

“At least now you have some colour in your life.” he bit back and you couldn’t believe this was the guy everyone told you about. He certainly didn’t look that great to you, apart from his piercing blue eyes and charming smile that obviously didn’t work for you.

If he’d just apologized like a normal person you’d of course let it go but he didn’t, in fact he constantly made fun of how angry you were and poked fun about it. That’s why you didn’t want to be here today, at his multimillion dollar mansion celebrating his team’s newest win but all your friends, especially Ariana, told you you had to be there. They had this weird fantasy about Declan actually liking you more than you realize and trying to show it like a third grader, pulling your hair and throwing erasers at you. You found it stupid, he was a grown adult and showed how much he disliked you like he was and you returned his hatred by hating him.

“Did I hear my name?” Declan suddenly appeared behind you and put his arm around Ariana and you were thankful he didn’t try it with you.

Deep down, what upset you the most was his behavior towards everyone else. He was seemingly cute and warm with everyone else while he always made fun of you and that made you feel uneasy, what was it that made him dislike you this much? You felt left out but you’d never admit it of course.

“Y/N was just telling me how proud she is of you.” Ariana tried lightening the mood and offer peace but Declan had to ruin it by rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m so proud you make millions by kicking a ball for 90 minutes a week. That’s really noble of you.” you sarcastically said.

“Not all of us has to be chained to a cubicle 40 hours a week” he quipped back and you felt even more angry at him.

“Yeah because some of us need money to pay for real things like rent and food.”

He thankfully left you alone after that and went back to being his other persona.

“Y/N I know you don’t want to hear this but you need to stop being so hostile towards Dec. He’s really not that bad.” Ariana said.

“You’re right Ari, I don’t want to hear it.” you shut her down and grabbed yourself a drink.

You weren’t usually this cold but he had something about him that made you snap instantly. But there was no way you’d be the person to break the friend group so you were just going to have to deal with him.

It was well into the party and you felt the buzz from all the alcohol you consumed which was a lot. You needed it very much to calm your nerves and not start any more fights. You were just sitting on the sofa humming to the song in the background when one of your close friends Kayla suddenly turned to you.

“Y/N can you grab me some painkillers from the guest bathroom? My head’s killing me.” she whined.

You really didn’t want to go snooping around Declan’s home, one because you didn’t know the house quite well and two because you didn’t want him to say anything negative about you.

“Is there anyone else who could do that? I don’t know the house well enough.” you tried but she insisted everyone was either too drunk or outside so you reluctantly agreed. She even gave you the directions to the room and you went upstairs, you’d never admit it but Dec had a good taste in interior design. He didn’t have one of those all white lacking personality type of home, his space had character with some pops of colour in every room including the guest bedroom which was the size of your apartment. You cursed yourself for liking something about him and went into the en-suite connected to the guest bedroom trying to look for the painkillers Kayla described.

You were shuffling around the cabinets having a hard time because you had to steady yourself a few times a minute when you heard some footsteps and figured you took too long and she came to get them herself but as luck would have it, it was actually Declan.

“Oh, it’s you” he said with more softness than he did when you first walked in so you figured he must be intoxicated as well.

“I thought someone was trying to steal something.” he said as he walked over to you.

You didn’t stop looking around to look at him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t accuse me yet.” you scoffed.

“Oh I’m getting to it.” he laughed dryly. “What are you doing here anyway? Trying to see if I have a girlfriend?”

You couldn’t even comprehend his sentence when you heard the door shut. You immediately looked back and saw Declan lean against the en-suite door with his arm. His muscles were flexed as he turned to the bedroom door surprised it has shut down.

He made his way over to the door trying to open it only to be unsuccessful. He wiggled the door knob a few times.

“Why don’t you open it?” you asked and he looked back at you like you were stupid.

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“I don’t know, you look like you built those muscles for nothing.”

He tried again but in vein. The door was stuck.

“What the fuck?” he said still trying and you started laughing at your faith.

“You’d think after spending millions of pounds the doors wouldn’t be stuck.”

“Would you stop whining?” he asked clearly agitated.

“Only if you open the door.”

“Do you think I want to be stuck here with you?” he harshly asked and you felt your confidence slipping. You were always self conscious when drunk.

When you didn’t respond he turned his attention to you.

“Y/N, I-

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked finally trying to get an answer to the question you’ve had for months.

“What?”

“Why do you hate me so much?” you repeated.

“I- I don’t hate you.” he murmured but you knew it was a lie.

“Yes you do, you love everyone else. You’re so nice with them but you’re rude to me. I know I’m not the best either but I feel bad when I see you with the others. What is it about me that you hate?” you felt the weight lifting off your chest as you spoke. Yes it was the alcohol that made you say those things but they were true.

“I think we should talk later when you’re not drunk.” he dismissed you and it only angered you more.

“I’m not drunk.”

“Yes you are, you’ve had a million cocktails.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I watch at you anytime you’re not looking!” he raised his voice startling you. In all the time you’ve known Declan he’s never even gotten mad.

“Why? So that you can use the things you see against me?”

“Do you really think that’s what I’m doing? You can’t seriously think I’m going out of my way everyday just to argue with you. I’m watching you because I like seeing you interact with people and it kills me that you’re not that kind to me. I wish you’d be like that with me but if bickering is what gets you talking to me I’m okay with that.” he finally let go of the door and went over to the bed sitting on it without looking at you.

You were in shock about all the things you just heard.

“Declan you’re being mean, you can’t play with me like that!” you shouted at him thinking this was his way of messing with you.

“Do you really think that low of me?” he finally looked up at you and you saw the sincerity in his eyes that everyone was talking about. He looked more genuine than ever. He combed a hand through his hair.

“I- I don’t know.” you murmured conflicted about the whole situation. On one hand you really didn’t think he’d stoop so low but on the other hand you couldn’t believe his admission that easily.

“Why do you act like a prick then?” you asked trying to get to the bottom of it.

“Because that’s the only way you’ll talk to me even if it’s to argue.” he admitted with his head low.

You stood in front of Declan with your hands against your hips trying to wrap your head around the situation but it was hard considering he was wearing a tight shirt hugging his body perfectly and his hair disheveled. With a sudden confidence, you walked closer to him and stood in between his legs and he immediately looked up at you with confusion. If you didn’t have any alcohol in your system you’d never be this forward but with it you could actually do something you actually want for once. You placed your hands on his shoulders as his hands went over to your hips. He was still wary of your reaction but you threw every sane thought away and pushed him onto the bed he was sitting on. He pulled you with him so now you were straddling him, both of you were shocked by your sudden boldness but he didn’t complain. In fact, he never said anything but sat up properly holding you down and started devouring your lips. You kissed back immediately with months of pent up frustration and infatuation.

“You’re so perfect.” he complimented you as his lips found your neck kissing and sucking on your skin. You felt electricity from his touch and cursed yourself for not doing this earlier.

By this time he was slowly pulling your dress straps down your arms and continued his kisses against your chest and you hastily lifted his shirt finally coming in close contact with his abs.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” he murmured as he rolled you over so he was on top of you.

“Then why didn’t you?” you asked.

“Because I thought you’d slap me.”

“I’d much rather if you slapped me.” you said without thinking and his eyes turned even darker if that’s possible. His movements became more rough as you gave him the permission and he peeled your dress down your legs leaving you only in your underwear. You’d normally feel vulnerable and exposed if it was any other man but given the circumstances you just felt hot because Declan told you a million times.

“You’re so beautiful.” he kept telling you as you tried reaching for his belt. He let you take it off and now you were both in your underwear.

He did everything right in that moment, making you reach your orgasm multiple times even before he entered you and made everything about making you feel good. Even if it’s the first time you’ve ever had sex with him, it felt like he knew you better than anyone and you loved the feeling.

After both of you reached your highs moaning each other’s name once more he finally pulled out and laid on the bed pulling you to him. Your head was resting on his chest as he played with your hair occasionally leaving small kisses on it.

“I hope you know I meant everything I said.” he whispered and you looked up at his beautiful eyes knowing he wasn’t lying.

“I know.”

“And I’m not letting you go now that I have a taste.” he smiled.

“Does this mean this isn’t a one time thing?” you teased with a smile on your lips.

“Oh definitely not, in fact I was thinking about having a second round right now.” he wiggled his eyebrows as you laughed and lightly smacked his chest.

“Are you guys cool now that you’ve had sex?” you heard someone yell from outside of the door startling the both of you.

“What the hell?” Dec asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah idiots, we locked you in there hoping you’d talk it out but this is even better.” you heard Ariana yell and your cheeks flushed knowing they must’ve heard somethings but right now you were more thankful than angry.

“Now come out we’re starving.” one of your friends said and you got out of the bed putting your clothes back on with a smile on your face.

Declan Rice wasn’t that bad after all.

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[ ☆ ] ── REALITY CHECK️❕️

TWENTY-FIVE | CHOCOLATE CRAYONS

wc: 2.3k

warnings: just apologizing beforehand for the tragic writing. Writers block got me in chokehold rn

── ✰. [ 7:00PM ] "YOU'RE PRECIOUS AND SHIT"

The knocking at the door echoed through the large dormitory Yn and Ning Ning shared. A few moments ago, Yn had buzzed up the landlord, giving her a heads up that she was going to have a visitor. She had given the kind lady his name and told her to let him in when he arrived. However, she didn’t expect him to make it this early.

Perfectly ten minutes. He didn’t miss a second.

“Coming,” Yn shouted, frantically pulling her hair into a slightly more presentable bun as she raced over to the door.

She was nervous — nervous because she had been lying to him, lying to all her friends. Of course, the comments bothered her. No matter how strong she was, she was still a person with emotions — emotions easily swayed by lies and the feeling of being utterly defeated by people who only saw the negative parts of her. If she could control her feelings, and glance at her locker, completely unfazed by the slander that vandalized her it, she would gladly take that option and go on with her day. But she wasn’t given the luxury of choosing that option, nor could she control the sense of defeat that welled up in her chest. She could stay strong, pretend she was unaffected and put on a smile for every student that shot her a worrying expression. She could, but only for the short minutes it took her to calmly walk out of the main gates. When no one was around anymore, she couldn’t help but break down in tears.

Heeseung, on the other hand, also felt nervous.

Sure, he was the one who suggested to come over and comfort her. But on days like this, he didn't know what to make out of his own feelings.

She opened the door, greeted by Heeseung, who lifted the bag of snacks he had bought with a grin spread wide across his face. She hesitated to look at him, worried he'd notice her puffy eyes, but she forced a smile, taking in the sight of his charming grin. He wore black sweat pants, the one with "Decelis football" written on the side specifically, and a loose white t-shirt, which was tucked it his baggy pants, topped off with an oversized flannel. His hair wasn’t the neatest, rather it was messy and shielded the top half of his eyes. She wondered how he was able to see, but at the same time, she wondered how he was able to look this good in a casual fit.

“Hey." she greeted him softly, looking back into his eyes.

He returned the smile, casually leaning against the door frame. “I brought you snacks, it was the least I could do.”

Yn's mouth fell open, turning her attention to the white plastic bag filled to the brim with snacks and goodies. “You didn’t have to!” She spoke in a slightly scolding tone. She already felt bad for having him trek all the way here, but now he even brought snacks?

Heeseung laughed at her reaction, raising his arm to hand her the plastic bag. But before the boy’s arm reached halfway, his laughter abruptly came to a halt, as his eyes scanned Yn’s face, eyebrows furrowing as if he was analyzing her.

Noticing Heeseung’s sudden switch in emotions, she realized what he was looking at.

Her eyes.

Of course, he could tell, no matter how many times she splashed her face with cold water, attempting to ease the swelling. “Heeseung,” Yn chuckled awkwardly, aiming to break the silent tension. “Why don’t you come in.”

The boy’s gaze didn’t falter, and neither did he budge from the door frame. “Yn” he spoke in a gentle, worrying tone.

The boy inched closer to her, dropping the bag of goodies on the ground before slowly pulling her into his arms. "It's okay," he spoke in a whispering tone. "You can let it all out."

She didn't know if it was the sudden shock of his arms wrapping around her, or the warm feeling of his hand patting her head while bringing her closer to him that made her emotions melt. But as soon as she was met with the warmth of his embrace, tears streamed down her face, painting his white t-shirt with blotches of tear stains.

The boy didn't care, rather his arm around her tightened while he patted her hair, letting her know that it was okay. "I know it's been tough for you," he spoke. "These past few weeks have been hell, and you don't deserve this pain at all. Whoever did this was stupid, and I just want you to know that you did nothing wrong. So don't blame yourself, and don't listen to what those random schoolmates have to say. You're a good person Yn, and they don't know that. They don't know how kind you are, the way you put others first, and always work your hardest to make your friends happy. They don't know how brave you are for trying to bring light to Yui's personality, and they don't know how compassionate you are to listen to Sora's worries without any prejudice. But your friends know, your friends know you're special, someone who deserves to be cherished by the world — and I know. I know you're someone who deserves nothing but the best."

Heeseung paused slightly after hearing Yn's sniffles grow louder as she grabbed his white shirt, scrunching the material while attempting to hide her face even more. She was crying harder now, but Heeseung didn't panic. He kept patting her head softly, allowing her to let all her emotions run free. "It's okay, you can cry. Don't worry." He spoke again.

Her sniffles continued, and the two stood there in silence for a while until Yn's breathing began to stabilize. She hated bothering others with her feelings, she hated the feeling of weighing her worries and concerns on others. She feared people would get sick of whatever she had to say, call her picky, emotional, or a drama queen for letting a tear roll down her cheeks.

She was used to being thrown to the side, ignored by her friends who didn't care to reciprocate her words of concern. Her reality was like that. She felt alone in the real world and always turned to novels and her imagination to make up for the pain. In the real world, no one cared to comfort her. Instead, they'd tell her to "stop acting weak" or to "stop being so emotional." She was embarrassing to her friends back in the real world — she was a burden.

But Heeseung didn't seem to mind, instead, he welcomed her with open arms, comforting her and telling her that it was alright. He wanted her to share her concerns with him, he wanted to be someone she could rely on. He wanted desperately to hear her daily rants, and he wanted her to cry freely without feeling any ounce of shame. He cherished her — for all her highs and lows.

"This is so cringe isn't it?" Yn suddenly broke the silence, face still buried in his shirt.

Heeseung chuckled, ruffling her hair. "No, it's not. It’s good to let your emotions free every once in a while. Crying is actually a good stress reliever.”

“That’s silly,” Yn mumbled, receiving another laugh from Heeseung. She moved her face away from the boy’s shirt, shifting her attention to the dropped plastic bag of snacks Heeseung had brought. Her eyes landed on a familiar logo on one of the items cluttered in between the bags of other snacks. “Heeseung is that ice cream?” Yn almost shrieked, breaking out of his embrace, quickly crouching down to the bag and collecting the now room temperature tub. “It’s gonna melt if it doesn’t go into the fridge.”

“You’re feeling better it seems,” Heeseung grinned, leaning against the wall as he watched Yn scurry towards the fridge, placing the tub into the freezer. “Ice cream is the key to happiness I guess.”

Pushing the freezer door close, Yn hummed in response. “Ning will be so excited to find a tub of ice cream in the freezer tonight.”

“But I bought it for you.” Heeseung pouted, walking to the area Yn was, with the bag of snacks in his hands.

Yn rolled her eyes, smacking the boy’s arm slightly. She had stopped crying now, and she appreciated the fact that Heeseung didn’t bring it up again. He began to make jokes like he always did, which was a relief. She was thankful for him, but still, she realized that she had wrecked his shirt.

Heeseung noticed Yn staring at the tear stains on his shirt and chuckled, ruffling her hair. “You’re too easy to read Yn.” He smiled, leaving his hand on her head. “But it’s washable, you don’t have to worry. It's just a shirt, right? You being alright is way more important than a stupid shirt. Shirts are replaceable.”

Yn blushed slightly at the boy’s words, nudging his hand off her head. “Okay.” She mumbled, looking down at her stripped slippers that somehow began to grow more interesting.

“Come,” Heeseung spoke again. “Let me show you what I brought.”

Yn followed him to the couch that was located near the window as she watched the boy place the bag of goodies on the coffee table in front of him. “Can I sit here?” He asked, pointing to the sofa.

Yn nodded in response, taking a seat beside the area Heeseung had pointed to.

The boy sat down beside her and grabbed the bag of snacks, searching for his first show-and-tell victim. “Look at this,” He laughed, bringing out a pack of what seemed to be crayons. “These are chocolate crayons, I thought you’d find them interesting.”

Yn furrowed her eyes at the boy who seemed to be emersed by the realistic design of the chocolate. She honestly found it cute how he was so intrigued by such a minor thing, but she couldn’t tell him that. “What do you think I am? A child?” She grumbled.

Heeseung continued to laugh even harder, scooting closer to her. “Yeah, you’re like precious and shit.”

What. What did he say?

Yn’s face burned at his comment, but the boy didn’t seem to notice as he was too busy laughing at the chocolate crayons.

“Whatever, what else did you get?” Yn asked Heeseung, whose uncontrollable laughter didn’t seem to stop.

He smiled at her and dug into the bag once again. This time instead of pulling out something to show her, he dumped the whole bag of different snacks onto the coffee table. “Feel free to choose.” He gave her a sly grin.

Yn’s eyes widened in shock. There were so many different options to choose from, and she didn’t even know where to start.

“You’re practically drooling,” Heeseung joked, proud that his snack-buying mission was a success. “Do you need my shirt again to wipe your mouth?”

The girl shot the boy a glare, sending the boy into fits of laughter once again.

“Do you wanna watch something while we eat?” Yn spoke, grabbing the remote control that had been flung to the edge of the coffee table after getting attacked with bags of snacks.

“Sounds good.” He grinned, stealing the blanket that was perfectly folded on the right arm of the sofa and pulling it over his shoulders to cover his upper body.

Yn switched through a few channels before landing on a random movie that was being broadcasted on cable. She didn’t exactly mind what was playing, as there was always entertainment no matter if the acting was bad or good.

Leaning back into the couch to get comfy, she noticed Heeseung, who was now cocooning himself with her favourite blanket. “Hey, why’d you steal my blanket?"

“Wanna share then?” He replied, lifting his arm up for her to join him.

“W-what?” Yn sputtered. “No way in hell!”

She wasn’t sure what to think at this point. He was being too flirty for his, and her own good, but the boy seemed to enjoy every moment, as he watched her blush.

“Aw, are you sure? It’s warm though.” Heeseung bargained.

“Yes, I’m certain.”

“Your loss then.” He winked, leaning back as he munched on his stupid little chocolate crayon.

___

The two of them spent hours on the small sofa, going back and forth from watching the movie to chatting about random topics. It was now late, but the both of them didn’t seem to care, intrigued by the movie that was playing.

Well, at least that’s what Heeseung thought until he saw Yn nodding off in the corner of his eye. He softly smiled at the girl’s cute actions before placing his hand on her head, guiding her to rest on his shoulder. Yn, who was too tired to even notice anything, found comfort in this newly acquired pillow. Maybe if she was awake, she’d notice the boy’s heartbeat quicken and the way his ears turned a bright shade of pink.

Heeseung lifted the blanket from his body, scooting slightly closer to the girl before covering her body with the other half of the blanket. He brushed Yn’s hair out of her face, before turning his attention back to the film.

However, in reality, he was anything but focused on the film.

His mind was racing, and his heart was too.

But he couldn't look back at the peaceful girl resting on his shoulder.

Maybe it was the guilt of lying to her.

He knew he didn’t deserve any of this.

And he also knew one more thing —

That she hadn’t read his letter.

But before the boy could do anything, he too, drifted to sleep, his head landing softly on top of hers.

✰. PREVIOUS / MASTERLIST / NEXT

SYNOPSIS › Shocked by the sudden revelations, yn realizes that she has been pulled into another world belonging to her favourite reverse-harem novel as the female lead’s best friend. Content with her new life, she excitedly watches from the sidelines knowing every single encounter in the novel would be unravelling right in front of her. However, as time goes on, she slowly comes to the horrifying realization that the characters she seemingly idolized are not who they seem to be.

[ ☆ ] — author's note: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 but helppp Ning's reaction to walking in on them just peacefully sleeping 😭🤧

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devilfic · 1 year

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hi!!! it’s not very original but i’ve a request for a steve, rivals to lovers kind of scenario dhahdhs the idea of him constantly being shown up by a cool mc when he canonically cannot win fights is fucking funny to me

❝rival coworkers to lovers with steve harrington❞

pairing: steve harrington x coworker!gn!reader. cw: fluff, rivals to lovers, coworkers, workplace romance, steve is steveing. words: 1.9k.

I just think it would be SO funny if steve started a feud with you for employee of the month

it starts when steve realizes he needs a second source of income when his sweet ride starts breaking down on him and his parents decide that now is the right time to teach him some personal responsibility

robin as his best friend Obviously would find places to apply with him but between graduating and entering her hot lesbian summer era, she’s just gotta pat him on the cheek and wish him luck

there aren’t a lot of great options in hawkins, and since the mall got destroyed, he’s gotta scour smaller shops for places to work

but try as he might, his world-renowned Harrington Charm isn’t enough to land him a position (or at least not one that’ll pay for the repairs he needs on his car before he’s 30)

and it’s just as he’s starting to give up, spirit almost completely broken, that a lady in a boutique flags him down for how easy he is on the eyes

talking to him for like five minutes gives her all the reason she needs to practically shove an application into his hands for the new sales position at the boutique

the boutique for… clothes. women’s clothing. women’s underclothing

it’s a lingerie shop

it serves the ladies of hawkins and steve has to ask why he got hired instead of someone like. nancy or something

and all he gets back is “a compliment from a looker like yourself goes a long way in business, sweetheart”

and I mean. between folding stacks of lingerie and ringing up every hottie within a 10 mile radius… how could he resist :)

his main job is standing around and offering uncertain customers that little nudge to hand over the money

“that color is stunning, but you blondes can pull off anything. oh, you’re actually a natural brunette? I could’ve sworn with the way the light hits you… maybe you’re just this radiant all the time?”

“you really don’t wanna get that top? listen, I know the cut is a little *makes vague gestures* out of your comfort zone, but take it from a guy… it’ll drive your husband wild”

“oh, please diane. it’s your retirement! get a trip to the bahamas, drink a sex on the beach, treat yourself to something nice and get that set. you know you want to~”

god he’s INSUFFERABLY good at it

he’s just so personable and always knows just how much to push it

he’s also got a surprisingly good eye for fashion

he knows what colors suit warm and cool tones, what kind of cup style is most comfortable, how to pick flattering clothes for every body type

whenever robin visits and sees him in action she gets all starry-eyed at all the hot mamas that STEVE of all people gets to hang around

her poor gay heart is overwhelmed

she even begs him to get her a job at the store, any job at all. she’d mop walls and change doorknobs if it meant she could scope out cute ladies for a few hours a week

but steve wouldn’t let her work there anyway, even if it did mean he’d make employee of the month by default

he probably would be employee of the month by now too… if it wasn’t for you

you, who was in his graduating class and would have given a speech for valedictorian if you hadn’t gotten caught in a senior prank two weeks before the ceremony

you, who has been working at the store an entire year longer than he has

you, who could secure any sale without even trying

you, who, despite welcoming him with open arms on his first day, reminiscing about hawkins high even though you two had never had a full conversation a day in your lives, had this strange look in your eyes that steve just couldn’t shake

it was always there, teetering beneath your fluttering eyelashes as you did inventory

as you tidied the dressing rooms

as you lingered at the register, fingers tapping out an unnerving rhythm while you followed him around on the floor with your gaze

it took him his first shared shift with you to realize exactly what it was

"I don’t know, diane,” you’d whisper, slithering between the two of them with that knowing look on your face, “steve’s right about everything except the color; it won’t be nearly as sexy on you as the teal one. sex on the beach should be colorful, no? I mean the drink, of course. what do you think?”

and just like that, you swoop diane right off her feet and steal his entire sale within less than a minute

because you’re evil. you’re the devil. you’re employee of the month.

and goddamn it, steve harrington doesn’t have a lot going on for himself right now but being employee of the month at lace and vice™️ NEEDS to be one of them

and robin thinks this is the funniest shit she’s ever heard. she also suggests you two should just suck it up and suck face to get it over with

steve: I would NEVER suck their face. if and I said IF... I were ever going to do that—which I wouldn’t!—it would only be to take their breath away... in a murderous way, I mean. not like in a “I like them” way. cause I don’t. I don’t like them.

robin: I Know What You Are O.o

it sounds pathetic when he’s working a shift with her at family video because why wouldn’t it. it’s just another minimum wage job. no one their age would care this much. SHOULD care this much

steve usually wouldn’t care at all

he’s never cared about being a model employee at family video. hell, he didn’t even care about it at scoops ahoy

but every time you give him that smug little look, he cares just that little bit more

he sounds insane every time he tries to explain it to robin (and god forbid dustin when he dares to ask why steve looks so mopey all the time) but it’s like you’re deliberately targeting his ego. you know he preens like a peacock in a talent show every time someone falls for his charm

so the fact that his best bet, the one that got him this job in the first place, is under threat from you has his pretty little feathers all ruffled

after a few weeks of staying silent, he tries befriending you to see if that might help, turning his weapon on you

he calls you pet names that would make any one else in hawkins weak in the knees, holds the door for you when he times you coming in for your shift just right, turns that signature Harrington Charm up to 11

but you give him this knowing smile and throw it right back at him

(which, not gonna lie, it’s been a while since someone has made him blush like this and it’s really killing his reputation)

he then tries to ignore you, but the way you deliberately intercept his sales makes it damn near impossible

you’re always right around the corner, always hovering nearby

even when you’re not there, he feels like you are

in his head, making him nervous, thinking every voice with the same pitch might be yours

robin had taken to saying your name on their shared shifts just so that he’d fuck up whatever he was doing for shits and giggles

he even tried going against you head-to-head, but without fail, you beat him every single time

and if he didn’t think it was actually kinda hot he’d be way more pissed than he actually is

eventually, the tension grows so thick that steve thinks he might actually boil himself alive from the inside out

he’s seething with rage! inconsolable! hell hath no fury like a steven scorned-

and then the sweet young lady clutching a bralette to her chest for dear life between the two of you whispers, barely audibly, “do you guys need a minute?”

steve had completely forgotten he was supposed to be making a sale because you’d swooped in with your stupid pretty eyes and your stupid sultry voice and your stupid little grin and made him look like a whiny, blubbering fool. he was still red in the face with the mirror staring back at him

so he does what he should’ve done months ago. he grabs you by the arm and drags you to the break room for a “chat”

“alright, WHAT is your goddamn problem with me? I’ve tried to be nice to you, I’ve tried to give you your space… clearly you have some agenda against me, so what is it? was it my friends? we were assholes in high school, sure, but I’ve changed! I left that crowd years ago. and I’m sorry if I swept in and tried to steal your thunder, but I need this job to get out of this town one day and I’d really appreciate it if you’d just tell me what the deal is”

and for the first time in all the time he’s known you, you actually look… shocked. confused, even, “are… sorry, did I get the signals mixed up? were we not flirting with each other this whole time?”

steve… uh… well

he doesn’t know what to do with that

you look completely sincere

what the fuck

he would’ve said “no” but he’s so embarrassed that he starts to question himself

had he been flirting with you this whole time? more importantly, had you been flirting with him this whole time? was it some unconscious crush masking itself as envy? had he been so focused on your perceived villainy that he hadn’t considered, for even a moment, that you weren’t playing along?

he kinda blabbers a bit, struggling to voice his predicament, “well, I… I mean I thought that you hated me”

you blink, “where in the world did you get that idea?”

“you just seemed like you liked bullying me. stealing my customers and stuff. looking all… smug”

you kind of deflate and it’s unfortunately quite adorable now that steve isn’t blinded by senseless hatred anymore. your frown is the first time he’s seen you look so dejected, “I just thought... I mean, I used to see you flirting the same way with robin at scoops ahoy so I thought that maybe you liked that, you know? since you had a massive crush on her”

“it wasn’t that big of a crush-”

“and then she turned you down so i thought that maybe I might have a chance-”

“she didn’t turn me down, there was a- we mutually turned each other down-”

“but I don’t hate you, steve, honest. I really, really like you actually. I didn’t mean to freak you out”

and then you hold out your hand, the most timid he’s ever seen you do anything, as you ask for a truce

his hand meets yours in a gentle grasp

but all he can think to ask is “I don’t have a type, do I?”

you giggle, “what, people who are completely out of your league?”

had you made that same joke a week ago, steve Might have even been a little upset

but as he slowly processes your confession, his burned ego is immediately soothed

I mean, it was one thing to be bullied by you because you didn’t like him

it was a whole other thing if you actually did have feelings for him

mans isn’t above a little humiliation

“I resent that, but also you... definitely fit the bill, so you might be onto something”

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tea-with-eleni · 15 days

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Ladies of Barovia: Meanwhile, In Ravenloft

From Ireena's point of view, as she's spent a couple of sessions (and several days in-game now) trapped at Ravenloft. Fortunately, she isn't quite alone. Unfortunately, for better or for worse, she has been adopted by the brides. Or, at least, the two that actually have free will and are, in fact, true vampires: Ludmilla and Volenta.

Being adopted by a vampire is emphatically Not Great, but it does help a little when your adoptive vampire has decided that, if it comes down to a choice between siding with you or siding with Strahd, they're quite tired of Strahd von Zarovich.

“As much as I appreciate you serving as my emergency guard vampire, you do have to sleep eventually. Also… I’m pretty sure you have to eat.”

“Sweetness, I have slept. Enough. Every night, after I cast the spell for the little hut, I do sleep. I’m fine.” Ludmilla isn’t looking at you. You think you have it figured out. You’re not sure she can charm you the same way Strahd can. She isn’t looking at you because she’s uncomfortable. Or, and the possibility terrifies you, she’s ravenous.

You groan.

“And eating? You clearly haven’t, and it isn’t like I don’t know that I’m food. How long until you slip?” She does look at you then. Her eyes are wide, crimson, and… afraid.

“I won’t.” She doesn’t sound certain. Ludmilla crosses her arms and almost runs to the window. “I won’t, Ireena! I’ve dealt with far, far worse for your sake. Doing it with you here? That’s nothing. I can keep you safe.” She’s shaking. You join her, looking out over the garden you’ve come to detest. Cautiously, you take her hand. It’s as cold as the stone of the windowsill, but warms slightly at your touch. Her fingernails are like talons, but she does not clench her hand and does not draw your blood. You’re a complete and utter fool, giving her an opening like this when she must long to drain you dry, but she still seems in control of herself for now. Barely. What gave her that iron self control?

You don’t want to ask. She almost certainly does not want to answer. You wouldn’t. There are plenty of things about your past, from this life and previous lives, that you don’t want to revisit in any way — the fire in the church. The pure dread when you realized your sister was missing. The now-tainted memories of the mysterious visitor who was so romantic when he snuck into your little cottage. The gory feast of St Andral that, and you would be a fool to forget, the woman next to you caused.

The woman next to you who, with her free hand, is gripping the windowsill as if her life depends upon it. The woman next to you, who has not left your side since Strahd returned. She does not seem to completely share your fear and loathing of him, but it is clear that her relationship to the lord of Ravenloft is far from idyllic. And… she has tried to prove her use to you. It is almost certainly another mind game of some kind, but she has crafted spells to keep Strahd from intruding on your sleep. At your request, she made sure that your friends were alive and, although you definitely don’t trust Volenta as far as you can throw her, Volenta also wasn’t lying when she said she had no interest in hurting your friends. Ludmilla sent Volenta to help them escape the amber temple. Volenta was not lying when she swore to Ludmilla that she would do her best.

You can’t trust Ludmilla.

You would be a fool to trust Ludmilla. No matter what she says, no matter what she does, she has killed countless innocents.

But she has never done anything to directly harm you. Strahd, your only other option at the moment, has. Even at his most romantic, even in the lives where you almost might have come to return his affections, Strahd caused your death. Strahd killed or endangered your loved ones. Strahd has been the source, ultimately, of everything bad in your life. Memories of past lives threaten to overwhelm you, to the point where you almost miss that Ludmilla has released her death grip on the windowsill to focus back on you.

“Once Volenta returns, I’ll see more to my own needs. Non-lethally, if that’s a concern. Despite what my previous actions may have indicated, we don’t typically kill. There are few enough souls in Barovia as it is.” She pulls her hand away from yours and recrosses her arms. “Thank you for your concerns.” She almost looks vulnerable. You could try to find out more about her. If she’s been here for centuries, why have you only met her now? What is she hiding?

Do you want to know badly enough to risk alienating her?

Not yet, you decide. Not when… you remember the edge of the thirst you barely experienced, in the last days before they drove a stake through your chest. Whatever she endures must be worse. You want to keep her as happy as you can until she has had a chance to do something about it. Although…

It’s a terrible idea. You know how Strahd’s teeth feel at your throat, life after life. You know how it left you, afterwards. The marks have finally faded, hidden beneath your mother’s crimson scarf. It’s almost inevitable that Strahd will try to take your blood again and if he were to find out about anyone else doing the same, it would put your protector in danger. She clearly hasn’t considered it as an option, so it must be a danger she isn’t willing to risk — or, unfathomably, she won’t take anything from you without your consent.

You would probably be safer, though, if you were less worried about your protector losing control of her instincts. And it would probably put her in a better mood. You could ask, then, just what her centuries of unlife have contained.

A plan begins to form. You focus on your breathing, try to consider how every choice you could possibly make can only lead to your next death. Perhaps you should write a letter to your future incarnations, just in case, if you survive your next stupid decision.

“I know you don’t need to kill to feed,” you say. You loosen your scarf and tug at your collar. Ludmilla’s hand goes to the identical scars at her own throat, two ragged holes made by the same fangs. You swallow. “Milla, I trust you not to kill me. I need you. I don’t know why you’re really doing this, and I know you aren’t telling me everything, but… you need blood. I’m offering.” Her eyes dart towards yours.

“You don’t mean that. I’m not asking you, not for that. I won’t hurt you. I’m not him.”

“I know you aren’t asking,” you say. You try to hold her gaze, even though her eyes are exactly the same color as Strahd’s. They’re different, though. She sees you. She’s asked questions about your life, about who you are, about who you were, about what you want. That is why you are offering. “I’m offering, freely. I know the risk and I’ll be alright. You’re risking a lot for me and this…” you shrug. “I can heal myself.” You can feel the inexplicable holy magic that lay dormant through so many of your lives. The dancing lights you summoned earlier flare slightly.

“It will still weaken you,” she protests. “No, Ireena.”

“You can feed from normal people without killing them,” you point out. “I’m not normal people; you have more reasons to make sure you don't take too much blood, so you'll barely inconvenience me. Don’t be stupid.”

Why is she fighting you on this? Gods, why are you trying to convince her? What is wrong with you? Have centuries of rebirth made you this eager to throw your life away?

A second mad, impulsive idea occurs to you.

You take all of two seconds to consider how it would infuriate Strahd, how you’re pretty sure she’ll take it exactly as you think you want her to take it, and how you don’t have any reason to care about anything else. Anyone else who would care is dead already and doesn’t own you anyway.

Before she can protest further, you kiss her.

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kimbappykidding · 7 months

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You liked to think you were super professional after being a stylist at SM for 3 years. It didn't matter if you'd had a bad day or felt a certain way about an idol, you were always smart and formal. Then you got transferred from Chanyeol to Sehun while he was in the military and that notion completely left your mind. You'd heard Sehun’s reputation of being a strong visual and agreed he was good looking but thought that about most idols you worked with and it never usually affected you...Sehun was a little different. He was just effortlessly beautiful without even striking a pose or wearing anything fancy. To prepare for styling him, you studied his past looks and photoshoots to work out the best outfit for him and were left exasperated. This might be one of your hardest jobs but not because Sehun was hard to make look good but more the opposite. You felt like anything you put on him would look amazing and were spoilt for choice. So you had lots of things you wanted to see him in and brought several options to your initial fitting, quite excited. Sehun arrived bang on time and walked in with the ease of someone who either doesn't know they're good-looking or doesn't really care. He bowed to you and introduced himself and you did the same. A few of his members were here for their fittings too and you'd also be styling Baekhyun so greeted him and tried to be just as warm as you were to Sehun. You did Baekhyun first because you thought he would be the quickest and he was. You found he looked best in longer garments as opposed to skin-tight ones and liked him in darker colours. You took a few photos of him and declared him done moving on to Sehun.

Sehun stepped forwards and you didn't know where to start. "I've seen lots of your campaigns and have quite a few ideas, so I'm going to have you try on a few things if that's okay?" you asked. Sehun nodded "yeah of course" smiling at you slightly and you noted his smile was really charming before telling yourself to focus. "Excellent, let's start casual with the black jeans, boots and t-shirt jacket" combo" you said passing them to Sehun and he diligently went into the dressing room. You knew Sehun would look good but when he stepped out in just a casual outfit looking amazing you did pause. "That looks good on you" you said before going closer "how does the fit feel? The jacket looks really nice on your arms". Sehun told you it all felt good and you nodded. You took some photos and then moved on to the next outfit. 4 outfits later you realised your hypothesis was true and Sehun looked good in everything. With his dark hair and features a pop of colour looked great on him but so did muted colours. With his height, he could easily pull off the bad boy looks but put him in a pastel and the boyfriend look also worked. You'd finally narrowed it down to one last outfit but were still debating the top half. Sehun was in a red top which made his chest look amazing but you were trying to remain logical and the red wasn't working. You frowned "I'm not sure if it goes with your shoes...can you try it with the navy blue?" passing him the top and Sehun nodded "sure" and swiftly took off his top without a care in the world. You stepped back stunned and lowered your eyes. Baekhyun had been on his phone through the fitting but happened to look up when this happened. He immediately noticed your reaction and laughed to himself. Sehun obliviously pulled a shirt over his head and turned back to you "I like this one". You nodded smoothing it down with your lint roller "it clearly likes you too, this is the one. You're all done" you said. Sehun smiled "great! Thanks Y/n" and went to get changed. D.O. and Xuimin were also finished and the 4 of them left together. Baekhyun only lasted to the elevator before he burst. "So our stylist totally had a thing for you" Baekhyun said and Sehun paused "the cute new one?". "Y/n" D.O. said and Baekhyun nodded "yeah Y/n". Sehun smiled "how do you know?". "Her reaction when you took your shirt off. She was a mess". Sehun's smile grew "really?". "Don't" D.O. said and Sehun paused "don't what?". "Don't do whatever you're thinking, leave her be". "What if she'll like it?" he asked. D.O. sighed "don't tell me I don't want to be involved in any way". "Don't worry I won't" Sehun replied smiling "when's our next fitting?". The answer to that was 1 week later. Exo had a press event and you'd be there to ensure Sehun looked good both for the day event and for the award show afterwards. The second Sehun walked in he spotted you steaming some outfits and he smiled. You were really cute and as he checked you out he realised you were hot too. You had a good body and an air to you which Sehun liked. You were clearly good at your job and looked really cool in what you were wearing. He made his way over to you and you turned before jolting when you saw him. "Did I make you jump?" he asked smiling and you paused before nodding "just a bit, I've got both your outfits ready, we're going for the navy blue one for the daytime and for the award show I've got that white shirt with the suede look". Sehun nodded "whatever you want to put on me Y/n" and you blushed. That's how Sehun knew you were definitely into him and the fun began. He got through the first event and then when he came back into the changing room for the second one he started. He took the clothes you passed him into the dressing room and waited 2 minutes before calling you in. You were getting the accessories ready, debating a gold chain for Sehun or not when you heard a sigh come from inside Sehun's changing room. "Y/n can you come here and help me?" he called "but just you". "Just me?" you asked and he nodded "I'm a bit tangled so just step inside the curtain". You looked around unsure what to do but everyone else was focusing on something else so you did as he said. Sehun was in his underwear with his mic wire caught around him. "I figured I shouldn't put anything else on until I can get this off" he smiled at you. You blushed and averted your eyes, looking down which made Sehun smile. He hadn't noticed it the first time but Baekhyun was right! You were totally blushing and couldn't seem to bring yourself to look up. "Y/n?" he asked and you nodded "yeah I can sort it, how did it get so tangled?". "No idea" Sehun said pretending like he didn't spend 5 minutes doing it to himself. You hesitated "can I unclip your mic pack?" which was on his boxers. He nodded "sure want some help?" and turned to face you making you blush at how close to his bare chest he was. Given the height difference, you were inches away from his pecks too. "No it's fine!" you said and quickly, hardly touching him, unclipped it. Then you began to unwind the wire and did it so carefully not to brush him with your hands. "You don't have to be so gentle" Sehun smiled "I promise I'm not fragile, you can touch me". His words made you blush and you couldn't disguise your flustered response. "It's okay" was all you managed and finished taking the microphone wire from around Sehun's neck. Sehun smiled at you as you did it and kept eye contact. "Thanks Y/n you're amazing". "No problem" you said and went to leave when Sehun kept talking. "I have a question about this" he said pointing to the shirt you'd given him. You nodded trying to act like he wasn't almost naked. "Yeah so which order did you want the clothes in again.". You explained he should put on the vest then the shirt and finally the jacket. He nodded "a lot of layers, anyone would think you like covering me up" and he stretched his arms behind his head exposing more of his chest. You shook your head "no it's just a winter concept" "oh good so are there any hot summer ones?" he asked "maybe I can go like this, what do you think?" he asked gesturing to himself. You blushed and Sehun smiled "Y/n you're not looking". "I am" you argued very focused on his face and Sehun smirked "yeah but not at the rest of me, you need to look to work out if summer looks would work on me. It's okay, inspect me". His eyebrow rose as he said that and you got the feeling he was enjoying this. So trying to remain professional, you looked at Sehun's body from the bottom to the top and ignored the look on his face. "You look very good" you nodded and Sehun smiled "you think so?". You nodded "yes" and Sehun noticed you swallow. "You seem tense" he said laying a hand on your arm and then he moved it to your forehead brushing your cheek with his fingers "why is that?". You blushed "I'm not sure?". "Really?" he asked "I don't think you're telling the truth" and you blushed even more. You sent to speak when a voice called "Y/n where are you?". Your boss. You blushed "I have to go" and stepped out of the curtain. Sehun wished he just got 1 more minute with you then he'd have gotten you to crack and the fun stuff would've started but it was okay. He'd find another time. Now he knew you were into him, he'd stop at nothing to seduce you.

He told his members as much on their way home and some were shocked having not heard this before. "You like your stylist?" Suho asked and Sehun nodded "she's really attractive and totally had a thing for me". "How do you know?" Xiumin asked and Baekhyun smiled "because her eyes nearly popped out of her head seeing Sehun topless". Sehun smiled "and I did more tonight and she was like putty in my hands". "What do you mean you did more tonight?" Chen asked and Sehun grinned "I got her to come help take my mic pack off, in just my boxers". "You did what!" Suho cried and the guys were a mix of mortified and amused at Sehun's nerve. "In the room full of people?" Lay asked and Sehun nodded "yep and she was so close to cracking too. I got her to inspect me and tell me what she thought. The look on her face was so hot! We were inches apart and she wanted me so bad". Lay shook his head "you are brave, anyone could've walked in and caught you". "I know that's what made it so hot" he laughed but Xiumin shook his head "not really, you know Y/n would've been fired if you'd been caught right?". "What? No, I've got naked in front of plenty of stylists" Sehun said. "Wait what?" Kai asked but Suho sighed "Xiumin's right, any compromising position you two find yourself in Y/n will be blamed. You could cost her a job if you're not careful". "I'll be careful" Sehun said "but there's no way I'm giving up". Kai nodded "great now want to explain that whole naked with stylists thing?". Sehun shrugged "it's easier than getting changed behind a screen so if there's only a few of us I'll change in front of them". Baekhyun shook his head "you are a leaked photo waiting to happen" and Sehun shrugged "everyone's already seen that" making the guys laugh. "That might be true but save it for Y/n ey?" Baekhyun asked and Sehun nodded "good idea". So Sehun figured he couldn't get naked at work again. He didn't want the managers to think something was going on and fire you before he got to go out with you so he was more subtle. He flirted with you at work, made lots of eye contact and just tried to do everything to increase the budding sexual chemistry between you...then one day he was rewarded for all his hard work. Through some asking around Sehun knew you lived near him but he had no idea how close until he turned down a side street to fix his sunglasses and saw you there. You were fiddling with a car he assumed to be yours and looked anxious. Sehun hopped out of his car and tried not to smile too much as he came over. "Everything okay?" he called and you looked over. You saw him and did a double take "Sehun...what are you doing here?". "I was on my way to work and spotted you. Turns out we're neighbours". You paused "oh really?". Sehun nodded "do you need a lift?". "It's okay I'm sure it will start soon" you said. "Are you sure?" he asked "I can take you it's no bother and you can call breakdown in the car. That way you won't be late". You paused looking at your watch and then at him "you don't mind?". He shook his head "not at all" and you nodded "okay yes please". Sehun practically beamed and led you to his car happily. A huge smile on his face as he opened his door for you. Sehun set off driving very excited to have you beside him in the car and was doing some chatting and flirting when you happened to mention the event where Sehun got you to help untangle him from his mic pack. It was too good an opportunity to pass so Sehun smiled. “Yeah it was a good event but I was annoyed when we got interrupted in the dressing room". He glanced over and saw you pause "you were? Why?". "I felt like you were going to tell me something important". You were obviously less susceptible when Sehun was fully clothed because you laughed. "Was there something you wanted me to say?". Sehun loved your flirty tone and smiled looking at you "many many things Y/n but all in good time". You chuckled and Sehun looked over at you "I'm really glad you got transferred to me, gave me a reason to look forward to work". "What doing your passion for a wealthy living while wearing nice clothes and being surrounded by talented good looking idols wasn't enough?". Sehun shrugged "you're an added bonus but going back to that comment. You think my members are handsome?". You shrugged "yeah they all are". "But who do you think is the hottest?" Sehun asked. "I'm guessing there's only one right answer?" you asked and Sehun laughed "no answer honestly. I want to know who you're attracted to, if there are any guys that are your type". You'd done well to dodge his questions this far but realised now you were parked and Sehun with Sehun's gaze directly on you, there was truly only one name coming to mind.

"Probably you" you admitted and Sehun smiled "are you just saying that to please me?". You shook your head "no I think you're the hottest" and Sehun smiled "what a coincidence, I feel the same way about you". You blushed as he moved closer. "You know if your manager hadn't appeared I would've loved to kiss you that day" Sehun said. You blushed and he smiled "but maybe I can make up for it now...if you want me to?". You stared at him conflicted before nodding and Sehun moved in. Sehun moved quickly like someone who knew what he wanted and he set the pace from the start. He was very good and you quickly realised this was the smartest dumb decision you'd ever made. When Sehun's neck started hurting from bending over he asked if he could move you onto his lap and you agreed coming to straddle him. That drove Sehun crazy and he ran his hands up and down your waist and thighs while kissing you anywhere he could. You sighed when he got a sensitive part of your neck and Sehun paused. "The way you say my name is so hot" Sehun said and you blushed "it's just how I say your name" but he shook his head "no it isn't...you do a little moan when you say it and god I want to hear you do it more". You paused feeling very warm and were aware if Sehun kept talking like this you'd become very acquainted with one another very quickly. "Sehun I...maybe we should pause" you said and Sehun looked at you "you want to stop?". You shook your head "I don't want to but we're in the company car park anyone could walk past". Sehun paused before nodding "you're right, I can't get good movement in here and I want nothing stopping me with you". You blushed at how casually he said that and he smiled "so what are you doing after work?". You could see the want in his eyes and a thought occurred to you. He knew you were into him and purposefully stripped off to tease you, so some payback was due. "Hmmm I'll have to see, I might be busy tonight" you said and Sehun paused "busy?". You nodded "yeah I'm a popular girl Sehun but thanks for the lift" and with a kiss to his lips, you climbed off him and got out of the car. Sehun lay back in his seat very frustrated and confused but more convinced than ever that he wanted you...and that he'd get you. Sehun came in a little later and his members all gave him grief for being late and got on with rehearsal. "Why were you late?" Chanyeol asked and Sehun smiled "Y/n's car broke down so I bought her into work and we got distracted". The guys all looked at him and D.O. paused "you didn't". "We made out" Sehun smiled "and man she was so good!". The guys all laughed and Kai shook his head "I'm surprised you made it in at all". Sehun shrugged "well I nearly didn't but Y/n stopped me and erm kinda left me in the middle of it". The guys laughed "ahhh so that's why you look so moody!" Chen said and Sehun frowned "I asked her if we could finish it after work and she said she might be busy with this beautiful smirk. She's teasing me now!". "Well you can't say it isn't deserved" Lay said and the others all agreed, making Sehun pout until Baekhyun suggested "if she's teasing you why don't you just do the same thing?". "What?" Sehun asked and Baekhyun smiled "you know she likes you and she works here so go find her and tease her back. It's a game of chicken and I don't think you can outlast her but go remind her what she liked about you in the first place". "But what if someone catches them?" Suho asked and Baekhyun shook his head "I'm not telling him to go sleep with her! Just flirt and drive her a little crazy". Sehun loved that idea and was out of the door before Suho could even remind him he'd done zero rehearsing. Sehun headed downstairs to the costume department and knocked before entering. "Hey" he said waving to your boss who was standing in the middle of the room. You were in the back behind her and the look on your face when you spotted him was beautiful. "I had some free time and thought I'd hang out up here if that's okay?". Your boss paused before nodding "of course Sehun but isn't there anywhere else you'd rather be?". He made eye contact with you behind her and shook his head "no, I've always been interested in this and thought I might learn a thing or two from Y/n. If she doesn't mind me watching". "No of course not, do you?" your boss asked and you shook your head "not at all" and turned back to what you were doing. Sehun came to stand behind you. Close enough that you could feel his presence but not so close that it would look odd to anyone. Sehun stayed close behind you in silence for a few seconds before speaking. "Who are you styling this outfit for?" Sehun asked and you paused "a member of NCT". "Cool... which one?" he asked. "Yuta" you said and Sehun paused looking at it "that's a lot of exposed skin...are you into Yuta too?". "Too?" you whispered, "who said I'm into anyone?". "Your panting in my car when I ran my hands up and down you" Sehun said making your stomach clench "but you didn't answer my question". "Yuta is very fashionable and easy to style" you said "but no I'm not into him". Sehun smiled "why do you never put me in stuff like this?" leaning over you to touch the material "I know you'd love it". You swallowed "I don't know..." and Sehun smiled "or maybe you want the first time you see me like this to be where we're alone? Then again you have already seen me naked". "I haven't seen you naked you had underwear on" you said and Sehun smiled "yeah but they didn't leave much to the imagination and I saw you looking...you don't have to imagine you know. I can show you very easily". You stepped away and moved to the accessories and Sehun followed. "So that's why you followed me? To get me to sleep with you?". Sehun shook his head "I merely came here to show you I want you and can play seductress too. I know you want me and wondered if you wanted to call a truce yet?". "Hmm not quite yet" you said and turned back to the mannequin. "Fine by me" Sehun said "but you'll be seeing a lot more of me...unless you want me to leave and never bother you again?”. You paused as Sehun stared at you and couldn't bring yourself to say some witty remark. So you just looked down, shaking your head and Sehun smiled "see you very soon beautiful" and he walked out of the room. Even after he'd left your heart was still hammering and your hands were shaking...but you also felt so excited and turned on. You had no idea what you'd gotten yourself into but couldn't wait to find out.

Okay but I genuinely think Sehun is one of the hottest idols in the industry, he’s just so naturally beautiful it’s no wonder he got discovered!

So because I couldn’t cope with Sehun’s hotness this will be a longer series with four parts and they will be released weekly.

Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three and Part Four

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