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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 9 months

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I need some Theodore nott or Mattheo riddle x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and maybe soft smut and she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-) can it be a longer fic?

Theodoreee's scenario

Imma see what I can do about the length babes dw about it

You avoided Theodore's eyes because you didn't trust yourself. And for good the reason. Not only did his voice hold a power over you...so did his arms. You were laying in his arms reading The Potrait of Dorian Gray with him. It was an interesting book. If only you could concentrate.

His long fingers gripped the book, a singular one Flipping the page ever so often, his veins on show. You sucked in a deep breath as you tried to focus away from him. You kept reading the same line over and over again.

Your mind however disagreed with the idea of ignoring him, flashing you with images of his arms doing questionable things. Your face flushed slightly as you curled in more into your self.

Theodore Nott was bored out of his mind, The potrait of Dorian Grey was something he'd read a million times. You began to trace his arms bringing his attention to you.

Glancing over at you a small smile light up his face. He notice the light pink on your cheeks, how your eyes were clearly unfocused, how your legs seemed to press together closer than normal.

"What's on your mind love," he had an educated guess but wanted to hear it from you. You didn't respond which only feuled his guess. But he needed to test the theory.

You were incredibly zoned out that you didn't hear him. Theodore smirked and started his attack. One hand held the book and the other hand snaked around your waist. Theodore Nott knew what was going through your mind and he planned to replicate just that.

He flipped a page one handed as his other hand fumbled which your thin shirt. He swore when he first saw you come in, your breasts greeted him first.

He'd been itching to take it off you ever since. He innocently slid his hand up you stomach slowly. You were still calm as having not noticed. He tested the waters and put the book down. You were too zoned out to care.

He wanted to laugh at that but kept calm. Later

He continued his quiet trek up to your breasts he didn't touch them just yet instead his now freed hand journeyed south towards your shorts. He slid past the elastic barrier.

He knew it.

Your cunt was warm and soaking wet, his index finger made contact sending shocks up your spine effectively waking you up. You lurched sending your breast into Teddy's hand. With a smirk he gripped it and with his thumb and index twisted it slightly.

"Teddy~" you gasp which turns into a whimper as he continues his assault. "Theo what ah-" your objections turn into soft mewls.

"Need your shirt off love think you can do that for me," your hands claw at the hem before tossing it. His thick veiny hands around your breasts made you clench around his finger.

Theo's low laugh sent shivers all over you.

"The mere sight of my hand had you clenching so tightly around my finger, look how much of a whore you are..." he falter as you clenched around him again this time rewarding him with an orgasm.

"Fuck, I wish I could take a picture of you," your face was sublime in his eyes. He lowered his head onto your neck and lightly sucked on your neck going down.

"I'll mark you another time love," he said everytime you'd lurch from pleasure. He sucked hard on a piece of your skin leaving a slight mark.

He reached your nipple and with a slight lick electricity shot through you. You jerk causing you ended up face planting into him.

"Shit, love sorry," he said as he pushed you up slightly not quite getting you off him. Now you were sitting on him your knee on both sides of him. You watched as his hands flexed behind him supporting the weight of both of you. His shirt rose up and you locked eyes with his abs, his chest was muscular yes but you'd never really seen beneath it. You reached out and traced it enamoured with his beauty.

With a sharp breath he sat up and his back was against the bed. His shirt slowly and sadlyy moving down. You tore your eyes from his arms trying not to focus on him. His tousled black hair, his soft looking pink lips, his leg opening smile.

Fuck he was gorgeous

Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you watch him. He knew how well his arms turned you on. He knew how much one look from him would have you down and out. He knew how much you were fighting yourself.

He knew.

Even now as you muttered apologies and tried to get of him he knew it was futile.

"Stop, please," he said halting your movements. "Don't move,"

"What? Am I crushing you?" You asked moving even more. His arms reached up and held you down forcing you to stay still. Then you felt it.

"See what you do to me love," he chuckled. "Moving around so innocently not know what effect you have on me," his hands on you moved you up and down on him. "Want me to stop."

"No," you answer quick and fleeting. "Please." He laughs at your desperation.

"But first tell me what had you clenching your legs earlier hmm, before I decided to have a little fun" he continues moving your hips.

TPC.exe. has crashed

[Your thought processing capabilities have crashed.]

He stops and you whine. "Theodore," he smiles at how his name sounds from your lips.

"Answer me love,"

"You, your"

"Me, My?"

"Arms," you try to continue grinding against him but his hands hold you firmly in place.

"My arms?" He says his voice low. Suddenly he he pushes you off him as he climbs above you while you're wriggling beneath. "Tell me more."

"So strong and-and" your mind is muddled with pleasure.

"All big and strong?" He offers.

"Mhmm," you mumbled losing yourself down the rabbit hole that's called Theodore Nott.

"Fuck," he whispers into your neck. Suddenly he stands up and puts you upright. Accioing your shirt onto you, he carries you bridal style your face falling into his neck. You're confused for a minute till you notice Draco coming and the rest coming in. Theodore makes a manner of talking to you but all you can do is mumble a soft really.

"Look at you Teddy, you've bored to girl to sleep," Draco drawls. Theodore raises his wand and Draco is left pantsed. His silk underwear on show.

"OI!," But Teddy is long gone. When they reach his Dorms Theodore let's you down as he closes the door.

"We don't have to do anything," he whispers although his need seeps through his voice. "What I did earlier if you weren't comfortable or maybe you had a lapse of judgement...

"Maybe I want to do anything," you shyly say meeting his eyes.

"Fuck love," he days before he grabs your waist and brings you closer. "I plan to worship you my love,"

♡Hope it's long enough if not I can add more lmk in the comments♡

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remusluvr · 1 year

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lovers rock | remus lupin

summary: remus can't help but love you and you can't help but love him. content warning: female reader, reader has hair that at least touches her shoulders, no usage of y/n, sappy love, oral (f receiving), p in v, mid editing and first time writing smut

Coming home, Remus is immediately greeted by you running up to him. It's been a long day, not a hard day, but long. You miss him. You miss him all the time. He worries, "Had a bad day at school?"

"No." He's not entirely convinced but it's fine. You're with each other now so everything is fine. You love him and he loves you and everything is perfect. "I cooked dinner."

You part from his side, and he can see the table is all set. He just now realizes how amazing it smells in the house. Remus smiles, "Come on, I don't want your hard work to go cold."

Sitting at the table, he can't help but watch you. Watch the way you chew your food, the way you're genuinely interested in what he has to say, the way your hair lays on your shoulders, the way your nose scrunches when you laugh. It's all things he's noticed before but for some reason, right now, it's making him feel so shy. He doesn't know how to express how much he loves you in this moment. When you're both done eating, neither of you move, continuing with your conversation. The only change is how your hands meet each other on top of the table, his thumb brushing over your knuckles gently.

It's as though a switch has flipped in his brain. He's known for a while now that you're the girl that he wants to marry but, right now, he wants that more than anything. He wants the entire domestic thing with you. He wants to come home and have dinner with you. He wants to just lay on the couch, spread across each other as you watch a stupid movie. He wants to see you pregnant. Wants to have little yous and hims running around the house. He knows none of this is very plausible right now. You're still in school, not done for another year, and he's not financially stable enough to provide that life for you and him yet. Remus notes anyway that he needs to start seriously saving money and looking at rings because there is absolutely no doubt in his mind that he wants to marry you and be with you for the rest of his life.

He insists that he do the dishes himself, but here you are, on the counter next to him, helping him dry them after having cooked the whole meal yourself. If he was a better man, he'd tell you to go get ready for bed but talking with you makes the boring chore bearable. It doesn't help that you're wearing a pretty sundress. All he wants to do is touch you and feel you and look at you until his eyes fall out.

Once you're all done with the washing, Remus helps you off the counter, his hands resting on your waist. He can't bring himself to let you go just yet, lips finding yours in a gentle kiss, his hands remain innocent, one on your waist and one holding your face to his. If he could do this forever, it wouldn't even be a second thought for him. It only spurs him on further when you moan into his mouth. His tongue probes at your lips, and you part them, letting him press you against the counter behind you. He parts from the kiss, out of breath. His thumb wipes at them, swollen from him. If this were a cartoon, there would be hearts floating above his head.

"You're so pretty," you tell him and he laughs, dipping his face into your neck to hide. You've given him a million compliments before but he's in such a strange mood that he could die from how happy he is. He nips at the sensitive skin there, and you laugh at the way it tickles. Remus pulls away, pecking your awaiting lips once more before getting onto his knees. He presses his lips all over your legs, starting at your calves. You have never felt so beautiful than when you're with Remus.

His mouth is everywhere, it's dizzying. He spends extra time on your thighs, sucking and biting marks into the skin. His head is under your dress, his hands holding you still, not letting you squirm away from him. He slowly pulls your underwear down, soaking in the way your breath hitches as he drags them all the way off, putting them in his pocket so they're not lost later.

Every single time you and Remus have sex is amazing, but it's never been like this. It's incredibly intimate and intense, and you realize just how in love with him you are. His lips suck your clit into his mouth. Your back arches and your hands tangle into his hair. He groans into your cunt. Remus is focused as he works his tongue through you.

"F-f-fuck, Remus! A-a-ah." There are no coherent thoughts moving through your head. You can only think about Remus. He's enjoying every part of this as you squirm underneath his mouth. He loves knowing that he can make you feel so good. So when your hands tighten even more into his hair, he knows you're about to cum. He helps you through it, licking and sucking. You feel so light and relaxed.

Remus is kissing your thighs again as he waits for your breathing to return to normal. Leaving one last peck, he stands briefly, removing your dress and tossing it on the ground beside you. You fist at his shirt, urging him to take it off. He obliges before pausing, and kissing you, really kisses you. Your hands grab at his belt, unbuckling it. "You're foiling my plan with this kind of behavior," he groaned playfully.

"Oh yeah? And what's your plan exactly?"

He drops to his knees once again, starting where he's left off, kissing up your stomach, taking his sweet time when he finally reaches your boobs. Remus loves every part of you, this has shown you that. You're actually quite surprised he doesn't turn you around and start all over again. Instead, he sucks at your neck.

He knows it's childish, to feel a need to mark you up, but he does. He wants everyone to know that you're his. His girlfriend. Only he gets to see you like this.

"Remus," you moan out and, god, he's never wanted to fuck you more in his entire life he thinks and that's saying something. "Please. I need you. Please." Your begging does him in, he can't resist any longer. However, he does take a minute to bite at your ear lobe, enjoying the way your head tries to press down to your shoulder. He knows how much you love it, how sensitive you are there.

"You're lovely, you're so lovely," he mumbled, just now noticing how hard he's gotten. You start to drop to your knees but he catches you before you can. "Any other time darling, but I need you right now. I need to feel you. Is that alright?"

"I'll try not to feel rejected but, yes, that's more than alright."

"God, please don't feel like I don't want you to. I-I just need to be inside you." You smile, nodding, eyes hooded with lust as he helps you get comfortable before pushing inside of you. Everything about it is perfect, the way he thrusts into you, so slowly, like he's savoring every last bit. He can barely even kiss you, mind too foggy. He's muttering incoherent words under his breath as you hold him to you. His hand is on your bent knee, keeping your leg held up on his waist. He speeds up, and you can't help the way your head falls back and hits against the cabinet. He feels bad, letting his hand come up behind your head, stopping to from hurting.

"I love you so much, Rem. So, so, so much."

"Oh my god, I've never loved- fuck, you know I'm gonna marry you one day? Huh? Make you my pretty little wife? Come home to your every single day? Shit."

"Rem. I-I'd marry you right now if you'd let me." It's all the both of you need to finish, him falling against you, burying his face in your neck. Your legs shake around his waist and the moan you let out would make the devil blush.

His hands massage at your legs as he pulls out. Helping ease the inevitable soreness that will be there. "I meant it," you murmur, wanting to keep the peacefulness of the moment.

"Huh?"

"I meant it. When I said the thing about marrying you. I want that too. With you." He's not sure how he doesn't die in that very instant. He says nothing, pulling you into his chest and resting his chin on the top of your head as your arms wrap around him. It's such a peaceful moment, one you never want to leave. "Come on, sweetheart, we both need a shower."

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scuttle-buttle · 2 months

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BEEEEE I HEARD CROZ AND ROSIE HCS??? 👀👀👀 I WILL TAKE LITERALLY ANYTHING YOU HAVE but also I’d absolutely love anything related to the Co-Pilots universe if you have anything 👀👉👈

Hope you’re having a good day!! 🥰

- Sage 🤍 @sagesolsticewrites

Bestieeeeee 🥰

18+ under the cut

Crosby discovers he has a thing for mustaches. After he and Rosie give in to each other he learns that the feel of those little tiny hairs on his upper lip feels really really good in many places. Whether it's his mouth, his neck, his tummy, his thighs, or his - 🐛. He loves that scratch. He revels in the patches of beard (mustache) burn that redden his thighs, how nobody knows his secret under his trousers. Nobody but you and him and Rosie.

Alternatively, rosie discovers he has his version of the kink. He loves Crosby's nose. How it gives Croz such a unique and beautiful side profile. How when Croz laughs too hard it sometimes makes a little snort. The feel of it dragging up his shoulder blade, his neck, his calves, the ridges of his - 🐛

#harry crosby #rosie rosenthal #crosby x rosie #Crosie #masters of the air #mota #anthony boyle #nate mann #harry crosby smut #rosie rosenthal smutt #scuttle-buttle #personal

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1d1195 · 2 years

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Therapy II

Part I

Warnings: 18+ content mentioned

“Do you even know any single guys?” She said knowingly. “I’m not doing this to mean, I honestly thought the idea of you finding your own date would be the death of you...”

So naturally she thought of the one date that would be the death of her. She muted her phone as her friend rambled.

“Harry,” she said breathlessly. He looked up at her with a grin and was about to ask her what was going on, but she continued hurriedly before her friend got suspicious. “I need you to be my date to my friend’s birthday dinner. Everyone is bringing a date and she’s about to set me up with someone I don’t even—”

“Sure, kitten,” he said sweetly without even missing a beat and then just looked back at his book. “Just write it on the calendar,” he told her. Then flipped the page.

Would you mind if I came and grabbed something to eat? Or you can bring it to me if you don’t mind. I just don’t want to bother you and your friends. The text message read.

Harry got up from the couch with his friends as they watched the game with intense gazes, they hardly noticed Harry had gotten up. I’ll bring it to you. He didn’t want his friends to see her and get any ideas. He needed to slowly introduce her. So, they didn’t drool over her. Plus, if she was still half naked, he would definitely start a fight over her. He grabbed the Tupperware from the fridge labeled Friday. She was really good at meal prepping and all that, so he heated it in the microwave.

“That smells good, you’re holding out on the good stuff, Harry?” Niall called over his shoulder not moving his eyes from the screen.

“S’not mine. S’not for you either,” he smirked.

“Oooh, is it for kitten,” Louis chuckled. They had heard about her since he moved in. “She on her way home?” He asked.

He wouldn’t lie to his friends. “Uh...no. She’s in her room.”

There wasn’t much that could pull Niall and Louis away from a football game. “Well, are you going to introduce us?” Niall wondered. This was the one thing that could pull them away. Harry had told them all about his sweet kitten and how she was going to be the death of him. They were anxious to meet her.

“No,” he said simply. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, the heated food from the microwave and he started down the hall for her room. He could hear them following. He stopped and turned. “Please don’t scare her,” he said and eyed them both. “I like living here.” They were smiling mischievously ready to ask her a hundred questions. They looked at each other.

“Scare her?” Louis questioned.

“We would never!” Niall continued.

Harry sighed. “Kitten,” he knocked on her door. “M’friends want to meet you.”

“Uh...” he heard a tiny clatter—the sound of her book hitting the floor. Niall and Louis waited impatiently behind Harry. Niall was grinning like a madman and Louis was rocking back and forth on his feet. They looked like children who just played a prank on their sibling. Not grown adults with real jobs that were about to meet their friend’s roommate.

A roommate so utterly pretty and lovely that his heart just twisted to think about not being near her after only a month of knowing her. “Just a second,” he could hear the rustle of her making her bed again and she was straightening. It seemed silly to do all that for his friends. But she was so good about being perfect. It made his heart flutter as he waited patiently. She pulled the door out of the way.

“M’sorry,” Harry said immediately and then he was shoved out of the way doing everything he could to keep her food from spilling all over the floor.

“Whoa,” Niall said simply. He was drinking her in. Harry wanted to kill him.

“Kitten, a pleasure to meet you!” Louis said quickly sticking his hand out to take hers and then kissed her knuckles. “We’ve heard so much about you. I simply cannot wait to have these brownies Harry won’t shut up about,” he said.

“M’very interested in the cupcakes, m’self,” Niall said and ducked his head to kiss her on the cheek. “Harry said you have a secret ingredient, and you won’t tell him,” he said.

She giggled cutely and Harry waited patiently to the side of the door while his friends ogled over his roommate. He felt awkward. With the exception of covering her, he tried to stay out of her room. There was one time with a spider, and a picture that needed hanging, but it was strictly business. “That’s right,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you both,” she said sweetly. “I offered to bake something, but Harry said no,” she explained.

They turned to him and looked utterly betrayed. “You denied her baking and us the products?” Louis asked.

“She doesn’t—”

“Kitten, if you ever want to bake something for me, do not let Harry stop you,” Niall said resting a hand on her shoulder. “He’s an idiot.”

She grinned. “I-I can still make something,” she said looking at Harry a bit nervously. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but she really would still bake something for them. Harry knew she would. He wasn’t denying her. He just really wanted to not bother her and take advantage of her kindness.

“No,” he said definitively. She was too much for him and he wanted to protect her. Even if she didn’t really need protecting from his friends. “Y’need to eat.”

“Oh yes, right,” Louis took the food from Harry’s hands. “The reason we’re in here. This smelled really good too, next time you make it, you should make extra,” he told her handing it to her with a wink. Niall took the water bottle from Harry and placed it beside her as well. He patted her head sweetly. Harry wanted to kill them.

“There ya go, kitten,” Niall smiled impishly and sat beside her on the bed. Harry really wanted to kill him.

“She’ll actually make y’some, don’t tease her about it,” Harry chided.

“S’pretty easy to make,” she told Louis and looked at Harry. “I don’t mind.” He rolled his eyes from the doorway—mad that his friends were invading her personal space while he felt like he couldn’t. “I can make something after I eat,” she said sweetly again.

“Y’don’t have to, kitten,” Harry said folding his arms over his chest.

“Stop denying her the pleasure of baking,” Niall said shaking his head. He looked right at her. “He’s so inconsiderate,” he rolled his eyes.

“The worst,” she said taking a bite of her food with a sweet grin and winked at Harry. He rolled his eyes but the wink in his direction melted another piece of his heart. He softened at her sarcastic joke and sighed heavily. He wasn’t going to win against his two best friends and the sweet girl he adored so much.

“Okay, well, we’ll let y’eat in peace,” he said, and he grabbed Louis by the shoulder as he ran his fingers over her books on the shelf. “D’you mind?” he grumbled pulling him from the shelf.

“She’s way too smart for you, Harold,” he told her knowingly. She giggled in response, but Harry swore he saw her cheeks pink at Louis’ assessment.

“Enough, Louis,” he said shoving him out of her room before he got any more ideas put in Harry’s head that would never be. They were just roommates...that was it. “Niall, pretty sure I heard a goal,” he said knowingly.

“Sorry, kitten, that’s my cue,” he said pecking her on the cheek again and then following Louis back to the living room. Jealousy coursed through his veins because while he had no problem pecking her with a kiss and being a bit affectionate—he wanted to be the only one to do that too her. It was irrational and stupid to feel that way.

“M’sorry,” Harry repeated shyly looking at her from the doorway.

“That was cute,” she giggled around another bite of food. “I like them,” she said sweetly. Of course she did. They were Harry’s friends. “I can make brownies,” she said.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I wouldn’t want to deny you of anything you want to do,” he said knowingly. She giggled cutely again. Harry loved that giggle. He would put it on a record if he could.

“I’ll be out in a bit...and not for nothing, Harry: my friends will be way worse when they meet you,” she said sighing heavily.

He smirked. He was grateful she understood that was annoying and hard to watch. “Can’t wait,” which was definitely, not a lie.

He closed her door so she could eat in peace without hooligans bothering her. He returned to the living room ready for the onslaught of questions. “She’s an absolute smoke show,” Niall whispered peering down the hall just in case she was listening.

“Shut up,” Harry practically growled. He agreed with him in some ways...but that wasn’t how he would say it. She was stunning, beautiful, alluring, captivating, he could go on. Smoke show sounded so juvenile compared to her beauty.

“No wonder y’don’t come out anymore,” Louis smirked. “I wouldn’t either if she was around,” he said wiggling his eyebrows at his friend.

“Seriously, shut it,” he repeated.

“We’re not going to take her from you, Harold,” Niall rolled his eyes. “Would be easy, but we won’t.” Harry bristled with annoyance but ignored his taunt if only because he knew both were happily taken. “No wonder you didn’t want us to meet her. She’s hot as hell.” They didn’t even know she was so much more than that.

“She’s not just hot,” he grumbled.

Louis smiled at his friend and winked at Niall. “Course not, Harry. She’s so sweet. We’re just teasing you. Take your time with her. We just like her, is all.”

And Harry was glad his friends liked her. “Y’won’t tell the others that she’s pretty, will you?” He asked them shyly.

Niall cheered as his team scored again. “No...that’s something they’ll need to see in person.”

“We’ll tell them she looks like a troll,” Louis promised with a grin. Harry glared at him and was about to tell him something mean when the object of all his affection appeared from her room and entered the kitchen.

“Do you want walnuts or anything in the brownies?” She asked putting her dish in the sink. Niall and Louis both looked at her and then turned to Harry. They stared at him with a knowing smirk. The same one on both their faces. They knew he was done for it was only a matter of time. So did Harry.

“Kitten, you are the sweetest,” Louis said simply.

Another month passed before Harry met her friends.

“Just ask him, he probably gets asked all the time!” It wasn’t her voice. He was barely awake having just woken from his coma nap. This was the last week before his vacation started. The one he so desperately needed, and he could feel it in every nerve of his body. It felt lame to start with a three-hour nap in the middle of the day, but he needed it. She warned him of her friends coming over.

“That is precisely why I will not ask him. He works all day. M’not gonna have him work when he gets home.”

“I bet he could get you to cum faster than anyone,” he heard the second voice say.

“When’s the last time you had an orgasm that your vibrator didn’t give you?” She wondered. The silence was deafening. Harry’s heart ached for her. “That’s tragic,” she said. It really was. “I want to give you one,” she said. Harry couldn’t argue with that either.

“Oh my God,” she said simply. “Why did I even invite you guys over?”

“We were supposed to meet Harry!” The other voice cried.

“He’s asleep,” she said. “He’s had a long week,” she said knowingly.

“Let’s go look at him!”

“You’re a fucking creep, no. In fact. Why don’t we go get dinner? You can meet him later.”

“Look, your roommate is chef? Instant food tester. Your roommate is a fashion designer? Free clothes. Yours is a sex therapist. You should be cashing in on free orgasms at least once a day. Maybe even twice. I bet he would love to give you one.” He couldn’t disagree with their assessment. He knew she was probably mortified. But he liked that idea too. Not because it made her uneasy, but because she was adorable, and they were right. He wanted to fuck her senseless, taste her, touch her, finger her, kiss her, breathe every part of her in and then do it again as soon as humanly possible. He wanted to make her feel good because she was stunning and lovely and he doesn’t know who decided in heaven he should meet her, but he would pray every night in thanks.

“It’s harder for some women,” she said knowingly. That was true and Harry would bet all the money he had that she had spent many nights scouring the internet for what was wrong with her. It was something he heard in his office all too frequently. He felt bad she did that. It probably made her apprehensive about having sex in general and he knew that was no way to live. It’s not like her friends were being all that loud, but Harry was on high alert for her as always. Listening to her talk was his favorite thing. Once a week she called her mum and chatted for well over an hour. It was one of his favorite times of the week to eavesdrop on part of the conversation just to listen the melodic voice. She sang in the shower in the morning, and it was by far the best way for Harry to wake up. She was dreamy. Every part of her.

Plus, the chance to learn some inside information about her? He was surely a happy camper.

He needed to make some noise though that he was awake and aware so they wouldn’t find out he was just eavesdropping on a very sensitive topic. He knocked his water bottle off his nightstand, so it clattered loudly. “Shit,” he hissed tiredly faking that he’d been asleep for the last few moments.

“Shit,” she repeated under her breath.

“Oh, thank god,” one of the other girls said quietly. Harry smirked.

“Hey kitten!” He called.

There was the distinct sound of someone smacking someone else and he swore she actually growled. “Hey!” She called back cheerfully.

“You still going out tonight?” He wondered yawning through the question. He always wanted to be an actor. He already knew the answer.

“Yeah...” she sighed. “Uh...my friends are here now, actually. They would like to meet you before we go if you’re...not busy,” she grumbled at the end.

He chuckled quietly. “Just a minute,” he said.

“Shut up, just shut up!” She hissed under her breath while Harry fixed himself a bit. “I swear to God...if you scare him off, you’ll be paying the other half of my rent,” she said glaring at her friends. One snickered and sipped the drink she had been milking since she got here waiting to go out. The other held her hands up defensively. She could see Harry coming down the hall before they saw him, and he grinned at her so sweetly it melted her in place. He was too handsome. Too smart. Too perfect. They were going to ruin this. Sleepy Harry was a treasure to behold. His cheeks a little puffy and his eyes were glassy green. He was just so sexy it ached her to the core. “Sorry,” she said quietly to the hallway.

Their bodies snapped to attention and turned to him. They froze in place at the sight of him. “Hi, ladies,” he said gently. “S’nice to meet you,” he said and stepped toward each one to give a hug and peck on the cheek. “Sorry, m’a bit affectionate,” he said sheepishly in greeting. She knew that all too well and it still made her utterly jealous of her friends to be the ones receiving Harry’s hugs. He was so warm and lovely. She knew it wasn’t fair, but it was Harry.

As he turned to her second friend the other looked back at her and her jaw dropped. Oh my God, she mouthed at her. She rolled her eyes and blew a breath out in exasperation. “We’re going to dinner and then maybe get some drinks after,” she said again reminding them of the plan and they would not be monopolizing Harry’s time.

“Sounds like a nice night, I’ll be here if y’need a ride home or something,” he said kindly.

“Ooh, we may have to take you up on that. Once she starts drinking it leads to dancing...once she starts dancing, it’s all over,” her friend giggled and the other followed suit.

“A dancer, huh?” He said mischievously eyeing her suspiciously. It melted her like butter on the spot. “Didn’t tell me you enjoyed dancing, kitten,” he remarked. “I have t’see that,” he chuckled.

She shook her head instantly. “You will not. I don’t enjoy it. Alcohol-in-me-me does,” she explained.

He laughed and her friends were in awe of him; nearly speechless thank goodness. “Please tell me there are videos,” he inquired the pair of friends as he leaned against the counter. He smirked at his sweet kitten. She was lovely and he would love to see her dance.

“Oh, Harry. We will definitely make sure there’s a video.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Okay on that note, we should get going.”

“Bye kitten, be careful,” he chuckled as she forcibly shoved her friends toward the door. “Don’t forget the video,” he stage-whispered.

“I heard that,” she grumbled.

“You were supposed to!” He sang.

The door slammed shut. “He’s so hot,” he heard it from behind the closed door.

“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. Harry smirked gathering the things he needed for his dinner tonight. He was grateful she wasn’t immune to him like he previously thought, and he smiled all night thinking of her little intoxicated self, dancing her little heart out. He prayed they remembered the video.

It wasn’t too bad at first. She had some food in her system, she had two drinks at dinner. They talked about their jobs, she explained she was doing really well and on track to earn a promotion by the end of the quarter. They only asked ten questions about Harry—she put a limit on the number allowed.

But then they made it to the bar. She never drank in excess so having more than three drinks...that was too much for her. Too much and she was too in love with Harry.

It was a stupid idea to think she could do this and not talk about Harry the entire time. Her friends found it entertaining knowing that she was long overdue for a guy that would treat her right and make her smile the way Harry did.

Drinking was supposed to take her mind off him, but naturally it only amplified the thoughts of green eyes, curly hair, and pink lips that seemed utterly too sinful. She had so many questions for him in her head that her sober mind would never ask. She never got drunk it was a great way for her to lose control of herself and she was terrified of looking stupid.

“I think I love Harry,” she pouted at her friends tossing her head back to get the last bit of her drink down. He was the only thing her brain could comprehend right now. The smile, the voice, the body. He was so smart and so sweet. He was created in a lab. Surely.

“I don’t blame you,” she giggled as she grabbed onto her friend to keep her from stumbling when she tossed her head back to stand straight. “He’s quite taken with you too, I think,” she said knowingly. She looked at her friend in surprise and shook her head hurriedly. There was no way he liked her. She was just his roommate. And he probably had sex appointments with girls that would cum just by him breathing on them.

“There’s no way he likes me,” she grumbled bitterly asking for another drink from the bartender but unbeknownst to her, her friend signaled for it to be a water. She downed that drink as soon as it was in her hand too.

Her other friend had her phone for safe keeping. She saw long before she needed to that the phone was going to get lost...or she was lost...or she would accidentally call Harry and confess her love to him. “Don’t worry. We won’t tell him.” She promised.

“Hi, kitten. Having fun?” He asked answering the phone on the second ring when he saw her name pop up on his screen interrupting the music he was listening to while he read. A quiet Friday night.

“Hi Harry,” her friend said with a giggle. “She is very drunk.”

He chuckled standing up immediately, marking the page in his book, shutting off the lights and making his way toward the door to put his shoes on. “Dancing?” He asked, grabbing his keys off the table by the door as he started for the lobby of the apartment building.

“Oh, so much,” she said. “She won’t leave with us. She says you have to get her. Normally we would fight her...drag her into the Uber...but—”

His heart fluttered at the idea she wanted him and no one else. He could only think about how she said his name in her sleep. She must have liked him as much as he liked her. Well...probably only almost. There was no way anyone, in the history of mankind, liked anyone as much as he liked her. “Oh, she’s going t’hate that in the morning,” he chuckled. “Be there soon, just text me the address.”

“Harry!” She cheered the second she caught sight of him. The bouncer had barely put a stamp on his hand when she took off running toward him. She was quick for a tipsy thing. Didn’t even stumble. Her friends shook their head at her as she bolted away from them, but they were just grateful she was no longer trying to climb the table. They looked at Harry gratefully as they waved at him.

“Oof,” Harry grunted catching her as she finally made it to him. This was perhaps the best, most sweetest thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. Her body felt so warm against him, and he was aching to hold her like this and while he wished she was sober for it, he would forever thank their alumni association for setting up those profile pages just for the chance to hold her like this. If he wouldn’t worry about her liver for the rest of his life, he would have considered letting her get drunk every day just to have her catapult herself at him every night. “Well, hi,” he chuckled wrapping one arm around her waist and rubbing his free hand up and down her back as she nuzzled her face into his chest.

“I missed you,” she said into his shirt. He would have been okay with the world ending right in that moment if it was the last thing to ever happen to him. If she was the last person to ever speak to him and say those words.

His heart sang and he nodded with the happiest smile on his face. He probably looked utterly smitten and stupidly in love and he didn’t care because he really was. She was so lovely. “Missed you, too, kitten,” he chuckled, and her friends handed off her phone to Harry.

“Good luck, Harry,” she said shaking her head.

“He didn’t see me dancing, right?” She asked nervously turning back to the pair of them. They snorted with laughter shaking their heads. One turned back for the bar.

“Not this time,” he answered with a smirk. “Maybe next time.”

“Oh, you’re taking her out then, if there’s a next time.”

That was fine by Harry.

“A date?!” She asked her phone as she tossed her dishes in the sink and looked to the calendar hung on the side of the fridge. In a week she had a date that she didn’t even ask for. A date for her friend’s birthday dinner at some fancy restaurant. “M’sorry, have you met me?” She wondered. Hearing the d-word sent him spiraling because he thought he would implode seeing another man pick her up from their apartment...or worse bring her home. “Well...why do I have to have one? S’just...” She glanced at Harry who hadn’t even moved hearing her words.

“We have one lined up for you,” her friend said.

She gaped. “You...you have one for me?” She asked incredulously.

“You remember him,” and she gave a description of the guy from one of their shared upper-level accounting classes. He was fine. But he wasn’t Harry, and she hadn’t spoken a word to him since their class.

“M’not going with him. Please tell me you didn’t ask him.”

“You have to go with someone!” She said. “Everyone else has a date!”

“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. “Can’t I bring someone I know?” She wondered.

“Do you even know any single guys?” She said knowingly. “I’m not doing this to mean, I honestly thought the idea of you finding your own date would be the death of you...”

So naturally she thought of the one date that would be the death of her. She muted her phone as her friend rambled.

“Sure, kitten,” he said sweetly without even missing a beat and then just looked back at his book. “Just write it on the calendar,” he told her. Then flipped the page.

She felt tongue-tied as she processed his reply before she finished her explanation. “You will?” She said in surprise. He nodded easily while he continued reading. “Y’don’t have to if you—”

“Kitten, I’d love to, your friend is on the phone,” he reminded her. Truthfully, he wanted to pick her up and spin her around because the idea of being her date sent him to the moon, around the solar system, and all around their apartment. So being short with his response was his only saving grace along with the cover of hiding behind the pages of the book he was now only pretending to read.

“Harry will go with me!” She said quickly into the phone. It was quiet for a moment as she interrupted her friend’s rambling while she thought that over.

“Harry is still single?” She said back in shock.

She sighed heavily. “Yes.”

“For the love of God, will you please fuck him already and get it over with?” she begged. Her face turned bright red, and she turned toward the fridge so Harry wouldn’t see. “You deserve a certified sex therapist orgasm as much as a certified sex therapist date.”

“I am not going to do that.”

“We’ll see...tell Harry he needs a suit. I bet you don’t even last through dinner.”

She was wrong. She did last through dinner. But only because Harry had to come straight from work to meet them at the restaurant so he would get there on time. She imagined if they had gotten ready together at home, she might not have made it. She waited outside the restaurant while her friends checked in at the hostess stand when Harry started walking up.

To say he looked like a model would have been an insult to him because he simply should have been on every cover of every fashion magazine on the planet. He looked like a James Bond double, and she desperately wanted to leave the party before it started and somehow find the strength to convince Harry that they should make out for the rest of the night. He was sexy, handsome, and she was floored he agreed to be her date. It took every bit of her strength to keep her jaw from unhinging.

Harry didn’t see her waiting outside yet. He was adjusting his jacket, his hair, his watch, everything before he entered the restaurant hoping he wasn’t late. He wanted to make a good impression on the whole group of friends and wanted to look good for his lovely kitten. When he finally looked up at the entrance he nearly stopped in his tracks. His heart actually skipped a beat and he blinked in surprise as she sent a little wave in his direction.

Breathtaking was an understatement. Angelic was insulting. Beautiful was too mundane. There was literally not a word that described how gorgeous she looked. Her hair flowed in wavy curls around her face making her look like a princess. Her skin glowed in contrast to the bright blue of her dress.

Oh, the dress.

A slit ran up her thigh and he wanted to follow it with his tongue. It hugged every curve of her body so tastefully. Harry wasn’t even an artist, but he felt the need to paint her. He had to remind himself that getting excited to meet the rest of her friends would not be appropriate. He cleared his throat and continued forward.

“Wow, kitten,” he said softly as he made it to her side. He could feel his entire heart melting in his chest, and he knew he wouldn’t make it through the night without telling her his feelings. “You look...” he shook his head. “Captivating,” he decided on. It still was a gross understatement, but it would suffice. He took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

She smiled, her cheeks warming at his appraisal. “Captivating, huh?” She asked shyly.

“Extremely. You always are...but...” he murmured looking over her face. She was covered in makeup, and he wanted to say she didn’t need it, but it looked like the most beautiful painting on her face and only enhanced how gorgeous she was...and enhanced how much he adored her. “Gonna upstage the birthday girl,” he smiled knowingly. He kept his hand in hers, used his other hand to trace her palm and fingers with his fingertip.

“You look incredible,” she told him and squeezed his fingers.

“M’not late, am I?” He asked nervously unable to take his eyes off her face.

“No, I just...didn’t want you to have to walk in alone. You’re doing me a huge favor here,” she reminded him. “Another couple is just a few minutes behind...the birthday girl is arriving a bit after that.”

His heart continued to melt at her thoughtfulness as she explained the situation. “Y’didn’t need to wait, kitten,” he said softly. She nodded simply.

“Yeah...I really did,” she said softly and squeezed his fingers again. He knew they must have looked idiotic standing outside the restaurant gazing at each other like lovesick idiots. But it was the best thing that could have happened to him in that moment. “Plus...m’not big on heels and you’re gonna have to make sure I don’t trip walking in there,” she smirked.

He grinned and nodded. “Don’t worry, kitten,” he said softly, placing a secure hand on her lower back as he opened the door for her and ushered her inside. His hand was just above the curve of her dress that extenuated the bum. “I won’t let you fall.”

But she knew it was already a lie.

Her friends that had already met him were not surprised he cleaned up nice. The others took to him warmly, the men in the group intrigued by his line of work to say the least. Harry was wonderful, not that this surprised her. She knew she was staring at him and her friends pointed this out by repeatedly taking turns to tap her shin under the table.

Dinner seemed endless.

Harry kept his hand in her lap for the better part of the evening while they weren’t actively eating. Squeezing her fingers as a reminder he was beside her while they chatted with her friends. When she was eating her dessert, Harry had opted for an after-dinner tea and so he let his hand rest on her thigh, letting his thumb stroke careful circles against the fabric of her dress and making her ache to her core further.

But finally, Harry was ushering her to the car, opening her door like the gentleman he was and making sure her dress was all inside before closing the door. He grinned at her as he pulled out of the parking lot making the short trip back to their apartment. They were quiet, and bravely she reached out and put her hand on his thigh rubbing a small circle against his pants. He thought he might crash the car. Instead, he put his fingers through hers and held it there while he made it home.

He held each of the doors as they walked up to their apartment, hand in hand. Again, they were silent but happy. She giggled at him when one of their neighbors asked if she won the beauty pageant and Harry responded “yes, absolutely,” very quickly and enthusiastically.

“I gotta get these heels off,” she said as soon as they were inside. He chuckled at her taking a seat on the couch, untying his shoes and undoing his bowtie while she went to the kitchen to put her leftovers in the fridge and started untangling herself from her strappy heels. Her phone started vibrating. The birthday girl—must have forgotten something or needed some picture ASAP.

“Yes?” she said tapping the speaker button as she started with the second strap of her shoe.

“Please tell me you’re going to beg Harry to fuck you now that you spent the entire night eye-banging him,” she said.

“Oh my God,” she choked out in shock. Her fingers locked her phone as she attempted to tap every button her screen desperately trying to hang up. She fell to the floor in a mess of her shoes, purse, her leftover bag tipping, her phone...her stupid phone. She was shaking trying to stop her friend from revealing any more secrets.

“You deserve an actual orgasm, my friend--,” she said knowingly.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She hissed at the phone.

“Especially from a sex therapist! He even looked like he was ready to give you one at the table in front of everyone.” She finally managed to hang up her phone and promptly threw it across from her seat to the dining room. She pressed her hands to her face and tried to quell the emotion in her throat before she threw up or cried or both. She refused to look up. If she looked up, she was afraid Harry would laugh at her or make fun of her...or worse...reject her.

He cleared his throat after a moment. “Kitten,” he said softly. She shook her head trying to not hear him. She wanted to die right there. How embarrassing.

“She’s—” she could hardly breathe.

“Kitten,” he whispered again kneeling beside her. He grabbed her food and set it flat for the moment.

“Harry,” she croaked embarrassedly. “I’m...” her lips were moving trying to figure out what to say to make this moment less horrible.

“Kitten,” he said firmly, and he tilted her chin up so she would look at him. “M’gonna kiss you, now,” he told her rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. Her breath caught in her throat, and she didn’t trust her voice at all, so she just nodded.

As good as Harry looked, he tasted even better.

His lips moved over hers so expertly she knew she would be done for if she asked him what her friend suggested. He was gentle but firm and of course the ache between her legs was amplified by her need to taste him for as long as possible.

He pulled away briefly looking to get her shoe off and he pulled her to her feet. She was only standing a moment before he somehow managed to weave his arm through the slit of her dress, drape it away from her body so he could scoop her up and place her on the counter. He settled his waist between her hips and cupped the sides of her face before he kissed her deeply again. She wound her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her pulling him in with her legs.

“Bedroom?” He asked. She nodded, still unsure of her voice. “Hey kitten?” He wondered between kisses as he carried her down the hall to her room.

“Yeah?” She asked nervously.

“You don’t have to beg,” he said impishly. She wrinkled her nose at him and smacked him against the chest as he placed her on the bed carefully. He chuckled at her which caused her to giggle. “I’ve been dying t’give you an orgasm since I move in.”

“Just kiss me again, Harry,” she said.

“Anything you want, kitten.”

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lilliankoo · 11 months

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“Titanic” series masterlist.

cast: jeon jungkook, y/n, kim mingyu, yoon jeonghan, sana, kim jennie and more.

pairing: artist! jungkook x rich y/n

synopsis: the year is 1912, the ship of dreams titanic is set to sail, among thousands of people abord, a twenty year old young woman falls in love with a young man she is supposed to stay away from. the fate plays its own game and the pair keeps tangling in each other’s life. when the pair decides to start a new life together, the fate rolls the dice once again, and the star crossed lovers are faced with an ill-fated conclusion.

first & second chapter is out! 2/7

inspiration: the movie titanic: not the entire plot but some aspects of it; the aesthetic, mild story line, symbolism etc.

genre: strangers to lovers, smut, star crossed lovers but with a twist!, happy ending.

rating: 18+

word count: seven chapter series, tbd.

warnings: tbd. more will be added as the series progress but overall: smutt (it is going to be intense) , age gap (jk is 24 and yn is 20) death (not main characters), descriptions of nud3 paintings, descriptions of violence (mild), ocean/water (?), rich/poor themes, classism, mild racism etc.

series playlist: the night we met- lord huron, i wanna be yours- arctic monkeys, brooklyn baby- lana del rey, apocalypse- cigarettes after sex, always forever- cults, until i found you- stephen sanchez, video games- lana del rey, fine line- harry styles.

author’s note: omgg finally im going to post this instead of debating and thinking abt “what ifs”. i have so manny ideas and stories i wanna share i hope u will like it! im going to start these series sooon so yes lets get it.

disclaimer: in no way, shape or form i intend to copy or plagiarize, this is just for fun, i do not own the pics, this does not describe jungkook hes just a “cast/actor” and so does everyone else in the fic.

chapter I: ship of dreams

chapter II: brooklyn baby

chapter III: like one of your french girls

chapter IV: letters i never sent

chapter V: diamonds, wax candles & stars

chapter VI: you jump, i jump

chapter VII: heart of the ocean

let me know if you would like to be tagged!

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cilliansmesoftly · 1 year

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only angel

summary: in which austin knows you’re bad for him, but he can’t get enough.

warnings: smutt, smut, more smut, austin pining over you, priscilla!actress reader

austin knew the two of you could never get away with it. he knew you would break his heart, get onto the next person, and act as if he never existed. he knew once the movie press was over, you two would go back to just being “friends” but he couldn’t stand it.

he couldn’t stand the men who looked at you like you were a piece of meat, couldn’t stand the media publishing every encounter you had, he especially couldn’t stand the way you looked at him when he passed you in the hallways of your hotel.

you both were on your way back from an event and he had just went to get some snacks. you were dressed in your nightie, but makeup and hair still done, a bottle of water tucked under your arm. he was still dressed in his slacks and button down, but had tossed the jacket haphazardly in his room as soon as he had got in. your eyes wandered down his chest, where a few buttons were undone, and caught a glimpse of the hairs littered about the exposed area.

he nearly broke his finger knocking on your room door, praying that you would let him in. you couldn’t get out two words before he pushed his way in, closing the door harshly with his foot as he pulled you into a kiss.

“aus,” you spoke breathily, pulling back from the man who was still gripping you as if you’d disappear into the air. “slow down.”

“why, why, baby.” his voice wavered, but you had caught it. a slight whimper in his tone and you rolled your eyes with a smile as he tucked his face into your neck.

“we got all night.” you laughed, looking over his shoulder to check the time. “it’s literally only 9 o’clock.”

“please, been wanting you all fucking day.” he purred, pulling back just slightly to look you in the eyes. you bit your lip, eyes scanning his face.

austin was one of the few guys you could see yourself with for a long time. he treated you like a princess and you soaked up every minute of it.

“been wanting you, too. know how hard it was for me to sit in that event for hours and wasn’t even allowed to touch you?” you whispered in his ear, feeling his body shudder underneath you. his kissed your neck, licking and pecking that sweet spot he knew all too well. you felt his hands roam the backsides of your thighs, up to your ass where he smoothed his hands over the silk material of your pajamas.

“let’s take it slow then, huh?” you could hear the smile in his voice. he’d been growing out his facial hair for a week or so and you could feel the tamed hair tickling your skin in the most delectable way. his hands went back to your thighs, lifting you easily in his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he laid you down on the bed. you lifted his head from the crook of your neck, admiring the way his eyes shone under the golden hue of the multiple lamps in the room. you admired the way his cupids bow curved so prettily and you couldn’t help yourself but to your bring up your index finger and trace it. austin opened his mouth slightly, taking the digit into his mouth and you moaned as he swirled his tongue around it. he dragged himself away, kissing the pad of it, then bending down to kiss you. “wanna taste you, angel.”

austin’s lips traveled from yours, down to your chin, your jaw, your chest, your clothed stomach, and finally to your parted thighs. he lifted the hem of your nightie just above your belly button and groaned at your lack of underwear. “you know me too well.” you couldn’t respond back, a choked moan escaping your lips when he licked a stripe up your wetness, collecting all that he caused prior. you grasped his hair, tugging the roots in the way you knew he liked. his tongue moved up to your clit, circling the bud before closing his lips around it. his name was falling from your lips and your body was arching from the pleasure. it only intensified when he brought two fingers up to your entrance, slowing scissoring his way in. you sighed as he hit your spot, thrusting his fingers in and out at a perfect pace.

austin always knew how to touch you. how to make sure you’d unravel just for him, so you weren’t surprised when you could already feel your orgasm approaching you.

“s-stop, aus.” you breathed out, tugging the roots of his hair three times as he looked up at you, lips, cheeks, and chin glistening with your wetness. he looked at you questioningly, you never told him to stop while he was going down on you. “wanna cum on your cock, honey.”

he groaned, burying his face in your thigh, biting the skin teasingly and you giggled leaning up to meet him in a kiss. he sighed into it, hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he pressed deeper onto your lips.

lips still locked, you reached down, undoing his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. he kicked them off his ankles and lifted the silk pajamas over your head, tossing them somewhere on the floor. hips trailed from yours, found solace in your neck for a while, before kissing the valley of your chest. you sighed as he took your nipple into his mouth, biting softly to tease you.

you felt him against your thigh, length hard and precum spilling from the tip and you let your hand wander to it, spreading the seed around his head before jerking him in your hand. austin groaned, face buried in your chest, breath hot and heavy against your skin.

“let me fuck you. god, let me fuck you.” he whimpered into your skin, pressing sweet kisses here and there while you guided his cock to your entrance. you both moaned in unison at the feeling of him stretching you out. “so tight f’me. like you were made just for me.”

he pulled out, leaving just the tip, before snapping his hips to yours. your head was tossed back, jaw slack and panting breaths escaping your lips. austin’s hands went down to your legs, bringing them up as he leaned back and laid them over his shoulders, hitting an even deeper angle. you moaned loudly, watching as he hugged your legs to him. your calves were smushing his cheeks and he turned his head to press a kiss to each. his dynamic never failed to amuse you. here he was, fucking you like he had something to take out on someone, yet pressing sweet kisses to your skin and looking at you lovingly.

austin’s heart was never as full as it was when you were with him. he never smiled as much, never laughed as much. you were so, so important to him. he begged and begged to himself every night when he laid his head down to sleep that you’d wake up and want to be with him, but it never happened. as long as you two had your secret moments in quiet rooms, he’d suffice.

“god, angel, taking me so good.” he moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. you bit your lip to contain the noises begging to escape, austin caught onto your act. he brought his finger to your bottom lip, pulling it from your teeth and leaning down to kiss you. “none of that, let me hear you.”

“god, austin,” you whined. “harder.”

“as she wishes.” he snapped his hips harder into you, moans reverberating off the walls and back to your own ears. all of your senses were overwhelmed with him. his lips, his eyes, his golden chain hanging in front of your face, it all too much. you felt your climax approaching, clenching around him and he panted as you squeezed him. “perfect pussy. you close, angel?”

“yes, yes. aus,” your legs wrapped around him tighter, meeting his body with every thrust. austin leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before tucking his head between your jaw and shoulder. every noise, every breath he let out sent you closer and closer. “come with me.” you breathed into his ear, kissing his cheek sweetly and austin whimpered, nodding against you.

“ready?” he asked, hips losing their pace as he twitched inside you. your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. the coil in your stomach tightened before it released, a loud moan drawing from your lips as austin thrusted even harder. he went to pull out, but you stopped him and he whined.

“look at me.” you held his face in your hands, admiring every detail at its finest. his eyes locked on yours as he came, pushing his seed further into you. you smiled, pushing the hair out of his eyes. he leaned into your touch, a sigh leaving his lips. “what’s wrong, blondie?”

“let me be yours.” you knew it was coming, it always did. he’d make love to you, milking you for everything you had, then he’d have that crashing wave of sadness and yearning. you thought about it every time, all the time really. you thought about him every hour of every day, but you were scared. you didn’t want to be hurt again. you knew, logically, that he’d never hurt you. still, the thought of being treated like shit lingered in your mind. “tell me what’s going on in that pretty head.”

“i—” you looked away from his piercing gaze. his fingers drew shapes on your skin, his lips kissed your skin anywhere he could reach. he won’t hurt me. “okay.”

“w-what?” austin stuttered, his lips stopping their movements and his pupils blown wide when you looked back at him.

“let’s try it.”

“oh, my god.” he laughed, kissing your lips and you smiled into it, giggling when he gripped your face between his hands. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, angel.”

“and you’re mine.” he left another searing kiss to your lips and you felt him harden inside of you again.

“round two? as an exclusive couple?”

“fuck, yeah.”

#austin butler #spotify #austin butler smut #austin butler imagine #austin!elvis x reader #austin x reader

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baddestbittyontheblock · 5 months

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┈୨♡୧┈ she's jealous by @flosbelova florence pugh x fem!reader | 1k

-you visit florence on set and you bump into a crew member who is slightly flirtatious. florence sees the interaction and gets jealous.

┈୨♡୧┈ whatever you want us to be by @flosbelova florence pugh x actress!reader | suggestive content, 2.6k

-you’re an actress and florence pugh is one of your competitors. you’re both really good actors, but one tends to outact the other during auditions. this creates a small competition between the two of you. when you both get cast in a film where you both play a couple, your world turns upside down.

┈୨♡୧┈ touch by @flosbelova florence pugh x fem!reader | 1k, smut (+18), cursing, fingering

-florence has been away and you miss her. when you get intimate with yourself, she catches you and finishes whatever you started

┈୨♡୧┈ friendly competition by @rollingsins harry styles x florence pugh x reader | smut, oral, strap-ons (seriously, this is filthy. read at your own peril)

-harry and florence are competitive. a little too competitive, when it comes to you.

┈୨♡୧┈ lights camera action by @rollingsins florence pugh x reader | smut (oral, fingering), 4.8k

-you catch florence’s eye on the set of her latest movie.

┈୨♡୧┈ love scenes by @rollingsins florence pugh x reader | smut (oral, fingering, dirty talk, face-sitting, f/f), 2.1k

- florence gets jealous after you film a love scene.

┈୨♡୧┈ the don't know about us by @flosbelova florence pugh x reader | fluffy with a hint of angst, smutt-ish (18+), 3.2k+

-you and florence have been dating in secret. however, when she’s involved in a dating pr stunt to promote her new movie, you start to get worried and wonder if your relationship will ever meet the public eye.

┈୨♡୧┈ three's company by @meetmymouth florence pugh x reader x harry styles | polyamory relationship, 2k

-you liked the attention.

┈୨♡୧┈ cute fic by @marvelous-harry florence pugh x reader x harry styles | polyamory relationship, 1k

-harry and florence taking reader or for a bath

┈୨♡୧┈ cooking with flo by @marvelous-harry florence pugh x reader x harry styles | mentions of blood, passing out, Little angst/fluff, 2.5k

-you join florence for a 'cooking with flo' livestream... It ends in tears, blood, and lots of cuddles.

┈୨♡୧┈ cute blurb by @marvelous-harry florence pugh x reader x harry styles

-someone says something mean to the reader about her relationship with harry and floss and they comfort her

┈୨♡୧┈ your lips are my comfort by @flosbelova florence pugh x reader | mention of anxiety and school, 1k+

-college has been stressful and because of it, your mental health hasn’t been the best. your girlfriend, florence, comes over to comfort you.

┈୨♡୧┈ mine by @flosbelova florence pugh x actress!reader | implied sexual themes (?), 1.6k+

-you’re a lead actress in a movie and one of your male co-stars keeps on flirting with you. you tell your girlfriend, florence, about it and she insists on showing him who you belong to.

┈୨♡୧┈ three's company pt: 2 by @harrysgloves harry styles x reader x florence pugh | language, angst, pretty sure I made the reader an alcoholic, smut!! (threesome so proceed with caution, thanks), 5.5k

-you deal with your breakup.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh imagines #florence pugh x you #fic recs #fic rec #smut

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onlyangelsupremacy · 5 months

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SMUT WARNING!

Welp sorry for disappearing i was having exams. Well im back and im gonna be posting every week hehe.

So moree smutt coming upp

This straight up just goes to the scene so get ready...

Subrry,mommy kink, bondage,overstimulation,teasing...

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"Please Amelia" he whined as he tugged on the handcuffs cuffed on his wrists. As i grabbed his dick in my hands using my thumb to graze his tip as he hissed.

"What's my name again?" I asked as he jumped and cursed at my touch making me smirk. I love seeing him like this, so helpless and needy.

I bent down, licking his tip while looking at him with a mischievous glint. His eyebrows raised as he let out a loud whimper. I bit my lip as i looked up at him as i licked a stripe from his shaft to the tip.

His mouth formed a 'O' shape as he let out a loud moan, raising his hips for more contact. I didn't waste time taking him all in as his dick hit the back of my throat.

"Fuck...mommy" he said letting out a throaty moan. He tugged on his restrains once again but to no avail making me giggle.

"Its not gonna work baby so stop trying will ya?"

I reached for the nightstand beside the bed as I took the blind folds and blindfolded him. 'What are you doing, Amel-' I shushed him before he could finish his sentence and placed my hand on his neck, tightening my grip.

He whimpered closing his eyes as I placed my hand back on his cock. Slowly sliding up and down. He thrusted up into my hand desperate for more.

'Pipe down, will ya? If you're not going to be a good boy, I'm not going to be nice, Harry.' I stated in a firm tone making him whine and bite his lip trying to control himself. Pre cum was already leaking out his tip it was pathetic. So pathetic.

'You're so fucking pathetic let me tell you' I stated smirking at the sight. He blushed and looked away, avoiding eye contact as I looked back at him.

'Mommy, can you go faster, please...please' he huffed out the last 'please' in utter desperation. My hand picked up its pace a little, going up and down. I watched him as he let out the most obscene moan as he tilted his head back. His Adams apple popped out. I bent down, kissing his neck and sucking it.

He stuttered as he moaned out my name multiple times. His cum ended up all over my hands and his stomach as his dick continued to twitch in my hand spurting cum in small amounts. I bent down licking the tip. He tasted so good. God. He whimpered as his body twitched. So terribly sensitive. I looked up at him as his chest heaved up and down. His lip was bleeding from all the aggressive biting and chewing of it.

I moved back up as I kissed every part of him. His dick to his neck. I smashed my lips against his when I reached his lips. He slid his tongue between my lips as he pushed it further in finding my tongue. I could taste the metallic taste of his blood. I pulled back as I connected our foreheads.

'I love you,' he said as he closed his eyes right after. Dozing off in just a few seconds

'I love you more,' I said as I closed my eyes and fell asleep on his chest.

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Finally back please do like if you guys want me to write more like this!

I love you guys stay healthy and hydrated.

P.s. I'm gonna see taylor next year!!!

-Jan

#harrystyles #harry smut #subrry #dom reader #harry styles fan fiction #oneshot #harrystyles masterlist #harrystyles boyfriend #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry

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slayingqueenchal · 11 months

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my favorite fanfics!

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these are my favorite fanfics of all times from all of my favorite fandoms

If you (the writer) of one of these fanfics want me to delete your work from here go ahead and comment!

if one of these are copied by another writer please tell me and I'll credit the actual writer!

also, the following fandoms are : MARVEL, AVATAR (james cameron), HARRY POTTER, MARAUDERS

click here to see my favorite fanfics (I'll be making a separate one for Harry Potter/marauders and if you can't click this that means I'm still making it! )

this contains angst, fluff, smut!

Let me know if I tagged/do something wrong!

MARVEL :

◌ moonknight (steven,marc,jake)

come out (jake lockley) by @eyelessfaces | implied smut

drenched flowers (marc spector) by @eyelessfaces | angst

silence (steven grant) by @mknightgrant | angst

am I not what you wanted (marc,steven,jake) by @inpraizeof | very heavy angst

◌ this is just bucky barnes lol!

more by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine | overall my most favorite here, cause it consists fluff and angst and I'm a sucker for that!

marked by @jadedvibes | smutty smutt

Hooked on a feeling by @jobean12-blog | flufff

I like me better when I'm with you by @themorningsunshine | fluffflufffluff

Something to smile about by @jobean12-blog | fluff (also as a tlou fan reader gives off tlou 1 ellie vibes)

little lavender friend by @thepsychewrites | this is so good oh my gosh, also this is smut!

AVATAR :

◌ platonic tropes

every corner of this house is haunted by @avatarkv | gut wrenching angst.

the nightmare by @peacelovepandora | one shot of angst and a pint of fluff

◌ aonung

soft aonung!!! by @aonungspartner | ARGHHHH FLUFFY FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

punchable by @neteyamslovrr | flufffyyy

#fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic reccomendation

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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Hi liv!

First up looove your reclists! I read through so many in your pinned post and whenever you rec something I gotta check it out even if at first it doesn’t seem like my thing - and you’ve never steered me wrong!

If you like, I would love some recs for really cheeky, snarky sharp-tongued maybe posh/high society Draco!

Im thinking of the hilarious draco in Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by loveglowsinthedark it just always makes me laugh or Nights with you by the_sinking_ship for something that’s currently ongoing.

I just love myself some fun and snark (and occasional smutt👀) sooo maybe you can help me find more?

Anyway, hope you’re doinh well!

Love

Vik

Hi Vik, thanks for the lovely message! Your ask truly made my night 🥰 love those bangers by @l0vegl0wsinthedark and @the-sinking-ship btw, Size Queen is a classic and I’m so hooked on Nights already, the UST is killing me! I can’t wait for next Sunday after that cliffhanger 😩

I also adore snarky posh Draco even if I don’t read crack-y fics very often, here are some of my favourites. Enjoy!

Student Digs by Lokifan (2016, E, 4k)

Harry’s living in *student accommodation*. Just the phrase makes Draco shudder.

Stand Back: I'm About to Perform Archaeology by Blowfish_Diaries (2018, E, 9.7k)

A new Muggle Studies professor takes the Eighth Year students to work on an archaeological excavation. In which Draco is lazy, Harry is sweaty, Hermione is drunk, and Ron turns red.

On Target by @the-sinking-ship (2021, E, 13k)

A charity dunk tank, some sorry excuses for friends, a Slytherin with freakishly good aim, a (mostly) empty locker room, and one very small towel. Because, apparently, everyone is dying to get Harry Potter wet.

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (2014, E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had.

Reparatio by astolat (2016, E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (2022, M, 18k)

Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.

amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (2019, E, 21k)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

Slithering by astolat (2016, E, 27k)

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier (2007, E, 44k)

Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (2016, E, 57k)

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

The Trouble with Wanting by waldorph (2021, E, 60k)

Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (2017, M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #posh Draco #humor

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 9 months

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I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET-

You said or... babes i can do both 😩Imma do Matheo cus he was first

Arms

You needed Matheo's potions homework and Draco said you could find him in the Slythering dorms he even gave you the password. Usually when Draco is nice something is going to to happen but as you stood at the door of his dorm.

You were gobsmacked.

Matheo was leaning on a chair in his room, shirtless save for his black trousers which were hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"Hey Teo," your voice an octave higher than usual. As he lifted his hand to wave you over your eyes landed on his arms. He pushed himself off and made his way to you and all you could hear was your sharp intake of breath.

Matheo couldn't help but notice how your eyes seemed to trail down his neck, down his chest landing on his arms. He thought he was just putting to much into it. But he couldn't also help but notice how your eyes were locked onto them. He even started using his hands while he spoke, silencing fighting the urge to laugh.

But now as he saw the look on your face, he was surely a lost cause.

You however were clueless.

"What brings you here lovely," his voice making your brain melt. His eyes twinkling. As your eyes trailed down his face you realised just how attractive Matheo Riddle actually was.

And just how much he affected you. Now as he stood no more than centimeters between you felt it.

"You're handsome," you hadn't noticed you'd said it till he chuckled. You noticed how his eyes crinkled at their corners showing his youth. How he seemed to throw back his head and how his arms flexed shoeing more of his veins.

"Thank you lovely, all this is yours,"

"Mine?" You asked your hands unconsciously reaching over. Your hands latched onto his arms running up and down slowly. "Really?"

"Really,"

Your knees felt weak. He closed the gap between you two and his lips hovered over yours.

"Please," his lips held yours, your teeth painfully gnashing together. You felt your back against the door of his dorm.

Click

Suddenly you were on top of him slowly grinding on his lap. He laughed at how needy you were.

"What brought this on lovely," he sucked in a breath as you grinded over his dick. "Not that I'm complaining,"

"I-" your face flushes with embarrassment. "It's um," you pant as you pick up the pace. He suddenly flips you both.

"Hmm? Now I'm curious," You finally break under his gaze.

"You-your arms...I-" you falter.

"My arms turn you on?" All you can do is nod at him. He hums as his hands trace your thigh bring your panties down with it. [look at the gif] he grips you tight.

"I guess I'll take care of this then, since it's partially my fault" he grins. That's all you remember before your eyes are quite literally tuck at the back of your skull, due to his 'care'...

#matheo riddle fanfic #matheo riddle fanfiction #matheo riddle #matheo riddle x y/n #matheo riddle x y/n fluff #Matheo Riddle smutt #Matheo Riddle x fem! Reader #harry potter #Matheo Riddle x reader #Matheo Riddle x you #arm kink #veins #slytherin #Slytherin Matheo Riddle

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dhr-ao3 · 7 months

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Walking In A Winter Wonderland

Walking In A Winter Wonderland https://ift.tt/gInmZWR by potterhead25919 Hermione Granger Portkeyed into France. Or what she thought was France until she looked around, pushing the hair being whipped around out of her face. Everything was blanketed in layer upon layer of snow, giving it an innocent, serene look. Trees stretched for miles, surrounding one solitary cabin. Well, the word cabin might have been an understatement. It looked like someone made the smallest mansion, at least 7000 square feet by the looks of it, and then dropped it in the middle of nowhere, sticking out like a sore thumb. Since she didn't have anywhere to go because technically she should be in a warm villa with Harry and Ginny for the holidays, she started the trek on foot to the front of the "cabin." When she reached the front door, she knocked twice, praying someone would be there. In the meantime, she cast a warming charm and huddled under the front stoop. A series of locking noises could be heard from the other side, and finally, a head peaked out of the door. A blond head, with silver eyes and a surprised expression on her face. "Granger?" Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, looking very confused. Words: 2412, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Language, Winter Time, Christmas Time, Fluff, Smutt via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/7Cm2Bcn November 09, 2023 at 02:47PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years

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The Bet

A Harry Holland Mini series

Part 4: let the peices fall where they may

Warnings : smutt (unprotected sex, oral) , probably swearing.

Masterlist

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Word count: 4.1k

(I didn't edit this in depth, so if there is any mistakes I apologize)

You had the drive to yours and Harry's place memorized even though you were never the one driving, even after your fall out, it seemed to be the one place you had longed to go to, because he was always there with you.

You saw his car parked up in the little lot and parked right beside him before climbing out and making your way down the little path.

His hair came into view first, the red hues looking like fire in the moonlight. You stayed out to just admire the view for a minute, it was after all, your favorite view.

"I had a plan," you announced, stepping forward towards Harry.

His head shot back to look at you as you made your way closer to him, shock and confusion written all over his face. "So when I showed up to your house and you weren't there, I realized I had to drive all this way, and I hate driving," you admitted.

You were only a few feet away from him now, a smile on your face as you watched him struggle to find words.

"You're here?" He asked, as though maybe he had been imagining you.

You nodded, "right where I want to be," you admitted.

You hadn't even registered that Harry had moved before he crashed his lips to yours, his hands grasped your ass pulling you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. Your back met the wall of the bridge as Harry kissed you like he may never get another chance.

"I missed you," you mumbled against his lips.

He lifted his head looking into your eyes, "you did?" He asked.

You nodded, placing your hand on his cheek, "so much," you whispered as you felt a tear trail down your cheek.

"Hey," he whispered, "none of that ok, let's go somewhere, do something!" Harry exclaimed.

You nodded as he set you down, "ok," just then the distinct rumble of thunder sounded, right before a torrential downpour began.

"Was rain even in the forecast?" You yelled to harry over the rain.

Harry shook his head, "I don't think so, whose car do you have?" He asked as he glanced back towards the cars that he couldn't even see through the rain.

"Mal's," you told him.

He nodded. "I'll have Tom bring her for it in the morning, come-on," he grabbed your hand as he began to run up the path towards the dirt lot but you stopped mid path making him stop and glance back towards you. “Let's go Y/N, we're going to get sick,” he yelled over the rain.

You shook your head before you tipped it up letting the rain pellets fall onto your skin. “I've never been kissed in the rain,” you exclaimed before looking back at him.

“Wha- Kissed in the rain?” he asked you with a smirk, “Is that what you want, Me to kiss you?” he stepped forward his wet hand finding your cheek, pulling your face close to his, your bodys were flush together, as the rain continued to fall. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered to you.

“Kiss me,” you told him, “Please kiss me Harry?” you pleaded.

Then his lips were on yours, and the world and all of its problems seemed to disappear.

The rain was loud and cold, but with Harry's hands on your lower back holding your body tightly against his while his lips devoured your own in an extremely desperate kiss, you could barely feel it.

"We're going to get sick," Harry mumbled against your lips before pulling away and scooping you into his arms.

You squealed as he began to jog to his car, helping you in before he rounded to the driver's side.

As soon as he was in he started the car and blasted the heat. "I'm soaked," you admitted as you glanced down at your sopping wet clothes. You turned to see Harry's brows raised with a smirk at your words.

"Perv," you chuckled as you rubbed at your split knuckles. You hadn't even noticed that after the punch you threw that you had split them.

Harry must have noticed cause he grabbed your hand bringing it into his view. "What happened?" He demanded.

You chuckled as you thought about what had happened. "Um, do you know Olivia?" You asked him.

He nodded as he stared at you.

"Well, I kind of- punched her," you admitted with a wince.

Harry stared at you with wide eyes before laughter rumbled out of his chest. "You punched her?!" He demanded, "god I wish I could have seen that," he shook his head as he brought your hand to his lips. You glanced out the window noticing the rain had gotten worse. "Are you going to be able to drive in this," you wondered. You glanced over to where Harry was staring out the window shaking his head.

"No, it's coming down too hard," he told you. He looked back at you and then glanced at his back seat.

You watched as he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head before he pushed his seat back and shimmed out of his pants. "What are you-" you were cut off as he climbed over the seat and began to lay the back seat down and grab the few blankets he kept in the back hatch.

"Get your clothes off," he instructed.

"Get my-" you looked down at yourself and back up to Harry who was trying to lay out the blankets to make a makeshift bed.

"Your clothes y/n-" he nodded, "off,"

"I cant- I can't just get naked," you argued, "what if someone comes?" You demanded.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "First of all," he paused as he looked up at you, "that is the plan, second, we have come here so many times and we have never seen anyone else, no one's coming," he assured you as he nodded at your wet clothes again. "Now get out of your clothes before you get sick," he instructed again.

This time, you had no argument, because he was right, you had never seen another person out here, and if you stayed in your clothes, you would more than likely become a walking plague, and that was something you didn't need.

You pulled your shirt from over your head and slipped your leggings off, letting them fall to the floor before climbing over the center console into the back seat with Harry.

He glanced up from where he was messing with something as you settled onto the blanket. "You came back," he said.

You smiled and nodded, "I couldn't stay away," you admitted quietly.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I should have told you, I should have never taken that stupid bet, I just -"

"I know," you interrupted, "we all make mistakes Harry, hell, I made the biggest one," you exclaimed.

He furrowed. His brows at you as you shook your head.

"When I left Markus, I swore that I would never fall in love again, I didn't want it, not then at least, I couldn't. It was so hard to put the pieces back together, and the crazy thing is I was relieved when I left him," you sighed. "When you walked up to me that first night, I knew, I might not have realized it, but I knew. And then the more I got to know you, the harder it became. You were like coming home after a long day, and taking my bra off, I fell so hard, I don't think anyone could have caught me," you admitted through tear soaked eyes. "I swore I wouldn't fall in love, and here you came, practically pushing me off a cliff," you chuckled.

"So, you love me?" He wondered with a grin.

"Bask in those bragging rights baby, cause I'm in love with you," you chuckled.

"Pretty girl, your love is more than I could ever need," he told you before closing the distance between the two of you and fitting his body above yours.

His lips smashed into yours as his body settled on top of yours. His hands were everywhere, grasping at your hips and tangled in your hair, everywhere, and yet not where you wanted them.

"Harry," you groaned against his lips.

"What do you want, pretty girl?" He asked you as he peppered kisses down your jaw and towards your collar bone. He slipped your bra strap off of your shoulder before his lips trailed down your chest. He pushed the cup of your bra (which was wet) down before attaching his lips around your nipple, making an audible moan erupt from your lips.

"Harry," you groaned, "take it off," you sat up slightly as you reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra. Harry helped you pull it down your arms, throwing it to the front of the car. He sat up biting his bottom lip.

"Jesus, pretty girl, what are you doing to me?" He groaned as his eyes settled on your naked chest.

"Just showing you how good it can be, baby," you whispered, pinning your bottom lip between your teeth.

You were thankful for your choice in undergarments tonight, because we'll.you were a bit presumptuous with how your reunion with Harry might play out, and you were thankful it was going in your favor.

"You want to know how many times I've imagined this?" Harry asked with a husky voice.

"Yes," you whispered.

"You want to know how many times I've thought about burying my head between your thighs and devouring your sweet cunt, or how often I'd get myself off to the thought of having my fingers buried deep inside you while you screamed my name," he teased as he crawled towards you, "or how many times, I've imagined sinking into this pretty pussy and having it milk me of my release," he whispered before his lips connected with yours.

It was official, you were a whore for Harry's potty mouth because with just his words your body was quivering.

His hand trailed down from your throat to your chest as he circled your nipple with his index finger loving the way you arched into him, but he was a man on a mission, and he was determined to find a territory he had never discovered.

His hand glided down your stomach until he made it to the hem of your panties and stopped.

He ran his finger along the elastic band not actually dipping his fingers beneath the fabric. "You remember when you asked if you could watch me?" He asked with a wicked glint behind his eye.

"Mhmm," you moaned.

"Can I watch you?" He asked, you glanced up to find his eyes swimming with a mixture of emotions and fuck if you didn't want to fulfill every dirty fantasy that had ever crossed his mind.

You didn't even speak, opting to just go for it and pull your panties down your legs, but he briskly beat you to it, hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down your legs until you were completely exposed to him.

You let your fingers trail down your stomach much like his had, but instead of stopping above your mound, you continued down until your index and middle finger were circling your clit.

You had never done this before, don't get you wrong you had tried desperately, especially the last few months, after experiencing orgasms at the hand, well thigh and bulge, of Harry, you had been desperate, but you could never quite get to that point.

But now. With his eyes locked on your fingers working your clit, you felt the unmistakable building of an orgasm. You let your fingers slip down from your clit to your entrance, before teasing yourself and gathering your arousal and retreating back to your previous position.

You watched as Harry's hand fell to his crotch squeezing the most obvious bulge that was there. "Fuck pretty girl, look at you," he groaned. You slipped your fingers back down pushing two of them into your entrance before arching your back and letting out a moan.

Harry wasn't one for restraint, actually that is why he had joined rugby so young, seeing as the sport let him get out any pent up anger and frustration, so when he saw you working your fingers inside of your tight pussy, he couldn't help himself. Your eyes were closed as you pumped your fingers in and out, and he took the opportunity to lean down and attach his lips around your clit making you gasp in surprise followed by a pornstar-esqu moan.

"Holy dear God, don't stop, please," you begged as he lapped at you like a starving man.

You had pulled your hand from your entrance and now had it tangled in Harry's curls completely oblivious of the fact that your fingers were probably a mess and now so was his hair, but if he cared, he didn't show it. He trailed his tounge down your lips before pushing it into your enterence tounge fucking you into oblivion, and you shattered.

Your whole body quivered as your release washed over you and he. Didn't. Stop.

"Harry, Harry," you gasped, pulling him up as you became sensitive.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he wiped his face with his hand, "you tasted so sweet, I just couldn't get enough," he admitted.

You chuckled as you pulled him towards you kissing him desperately and tasting yourself on his tongue. "I love you," you mumbled against his lips.

He stopped and pulled away staring down at you with his pretty hazel eyes. It was dark in the car and the rain was still pouring down outside, creating a perfect little bubble for the two of you. "I love you," he told you, "I'm in love with you," he said before smashing his lips back to yours.

Everything about this moment was perfect, even if the two of you were currently making out nearly all the way naked in the back of his car

Harry kissed you like there was no tomorrow and when he slotted his body to yours you could feel how much this was affecting him. You pushed your hands between the two of you as you rubbed Harry over his boxers making him groan loudly.

"Fuck," he grunted. "It's been a while, so this will probably be fast," he explained as you slipped your hand into his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his length.

"How long is a while?" You wondered with a curious gaze.

He looked down at you with lust filled eyes before saying, "since about two weeks before we met," he admitted.

That shocked you.

That was months ago. Like nine whole months ago.

"Harry," you whispered. "You didn't -" you bit your lip shaking your head, "while I was gone?"

He chuckled at that, "couldn't get my mind off you pretty girl," he told you, "as soon as you walked into my life no one else has seemed to compare in the slightest," he shrugged his shoulders.

You squeezed your hand around his length, pumping faster. You wanted to make him fall apart how he had made you.

"I don't want to come in my boxers," Harry gritted out between clenched teeth.

You nodded before pulling your hand away and helping him slip them down his thighs.

You had felt Harry, but seeing him? That was a whole nother thing, and you were shocked at the sheer size of him, sure he wasn't short, but he also wasn't tall, he wasn't the biggest guy you had ever met, but what he was packing beneath his belt made up for any thing he was lacking, which in your eyes was absolutely nothing.

You hadn't even realized you were staring until Harry chuckled. "Why are you staring at it like that?" He wondered.

"Harry that thing is going to split me in two," you exclaimed.

"That thing?" He laughed.

"Yeah your thing," you said gesturing to his impressive dick.

He chuckled before leaning forward and bringing his lips to your ear, "don't you worry about a thing pretty girl, I'll get you all good and stretched by my fingers and I'll be able to just slide in with how much you'll want it," he told you before nipping at your earlobe, and oh God if you weren't ready to melt into a freaking puddle.

You leaned your head to the side as Harry kissed and sucked along the column of your neck making his way down your body again.

Little did you know he had sworn if he was ever given this chance, he was going to worship every inch of you, and not leave any spot of skin untouched, he wanted to show you how much he loved you, and cherished you, and if working you over until you couldn't take it anymore was what it was going to take then dammit he was going to.

It wasn't until his lips finally made it to your waiting nipple that Harry realized something. "I don't have any condoms," he told you as he pushed himself up.

You shook your head in a lustful confusion. "What?" You wondered.

"I don't have any condoms," Harry repeated, feeling like an utter idiot. He didn't think he would need any because to be frank he never thought he would see you again.

"Forget them," you rasped as you pulled him into a kiss.

He hadn't really registered what you had said in the moment, so it took a bit until he pulled away from the kiss.

"Forget them?" He Wondered with wide eyes. He had never gone bare with a girl before… ever.

Frat rule number one was wrap your willy and don't be silly, but the thought of there being no barrier between the two of you? Fuck that made him want you that much more.

"I'm on birth control," you admitted, "and I'm clean, haven't been with anybody in a long time," you stared up at Harry who looked mystical in the light of the moon.

"So just what- pull out?" He asked.

You nodded your head as you watched him thinking. "We don't have to har, if it's not something you want then-"

"Not something I want?" He interrupted. "Pretty girl, you would be making all of my fantasies come true, but only if you're sure." He stared down at you waiting for your answer.

"I want to make every one of your fantasies come true, and yes, I want this Harry, I'm sure," not even a second later his lips were back on yours and his hand was sneaking down your body to your core.

He circled your clit gently until you were a moaning mess and only then did he push further down and inside of you.

He pumped his fingers in and out of your entrance while he trailed his lips all over your neck and jaw, all the while you were clutching onto his hair and shamelessly enjoying the feel of his fingers.

"Think you're ready?" Harry asked you suddenly.

"Please," you begged.

"Please, what a pretty girl?" He asked with a smirk.

"Please, I'm ready, yes Harry," you groaned in frustration as he pulled his fingers from your core.

He leaned forward capturing your lips in a desperate kiss as he lined himself up at your entrance and began to push in.

There was a stinging as he slowly sunk into you, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as his lips attached to a sensitive spot on your neck that he had become quite accustomed with in the last few minutes.

Once he began to move, his thrusts were slow and deep and there was nothing at all hurried about his movements. You quickly realized you and Harry weren't just having sex.. he was making love to you.

"Har-" you gasped as his thrusts quickened slightly and the tell tell sign of an orgasm began to dwell in your lower belly.

"I love you," he mumbled before bringing his lips to yours again, and kissing you fiercely as you finished.

As you clamped down on him it nearly made Harry finish but he held back to work you through your own release before pulling out and pumping himself a few times and coming all over your heaving chest.

You glanced down at your messy self and couldn't help but giggle. "Well that was hot," you told him.

He glanced around his car noticing all the windows had fogged up during your guys activity. "Literally," he agreed swiping a finger along his window.

The rain was still pouring down outside of the car with no looking of clearing up. Harry rummaged around his rugby bag before finding a towel and a bottle of water and helping you clean up.

"Are we just going to sleep in here till morning?" You asked as Harry laid down beside you and wrapped the two of you in one of the blankets.

Harry nodded, "might as well be right," he told you before kissing your head. "Go to sleep pretty girl," was the last thing you heard before the exhaustion of the day finally hit you.

Harry jolted awake to the sound of rasping knuckles on his window. It took him a moment to remember exactly where he was, and when he did he was greeted with Toms sly grin on the other side of the window.

Harry shook his head in confusion as he went to sit up, noticing he was very much still naked and so were you.

He pushed the back door open. "How did you find us?" Harry asked his older brother.

"Your location is on," Tom chuckled glancing over to where you were still asleep like the dead. "Car sex? Kinky,"

Harry rolled his eyes, "what are you doing here?" He wondered.

Tom shrugged and looked behind him to where Mal was sitting in the passenger side of his car. "She was worried, and you guys have her keys," he explained.

Harry nodded looking around the cluttered inside of his car before finding the keys and handing them to Tom.

"Here you go," harry said as Tom nodded.

"You get it all sorted out?" He asked his younger brother.

Harry glanced back at you and then to Tom, "no, but we will," Tom nodded before he took off to his car and shortly after both of the cars pulled away leaving Harry wide awake and you next to him peacefully sleeping.

There was still so much the two of you had to talk about, and Harry didn't know what last night meant. Have you forgiven him? Did you want to be with him?

He knew you would need to talk, but he just wanted to stay in this bubble a while longer, so he laid back down beside you and shut his eyes once more.

The weeks following your return, were hectic to say the least. Between trying to make it up to Mal for leaving and trying to convince the school board to let you return, with the help of a generous check from your grandparents you hadn't had much a chance to do anything else.

The morning after yours and Harry's reunion you had gotten dressed in your still damp clothes and he had driven you home and told you to take any time you still needed. You didn't need any, but with how hectic it had been yours and Harry's conversations had been scarce and mostly over text.

But today you finally had a minute,and you knew Harry was home because he had texted you saying he was. so you took the opportunity to go over and talk.

You knocked on the large oak door and were greeted almost instantly by Travis. "Y/n, it's good to see you," he told you as he stepped aside. "He's up in his room,"

You nodded in appreciation before bounding up the stairs towards Harry's door that was cracked slightly.

"I'm telling you mum, I'm going to marry this girl, she is who I see at the end of every line," you stared at his open door in shock with his words knowing he was talking about you.

"You'll love her mum, as soon as I make her mine we will come down and you can meet her," he told his mom.

You felt your eyes water at the thought that he wanted you to meet his mom and more importantly that he thought she would love you.

You felt guilty for eves dropping, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn't matter, Harry was it. Just like he saw you at the end of the line, that's where you saw him too.

So when weeks had passed, of the same old thing, you were confused.

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