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twice-inamillion · 4 months

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First Date

Fluff (First Date, holding hands, first kiss)

Chapter 2

2,000 Words

(You go on a date with Minji after inviting her a few days before. You confirm your feelings and with a surprise at the end.)

It’s been a few days since you met Minji for the first time. You haven’t gotten her out of your mind and keep looking at the photo you took of her. After some thinking, you contemplate texting her, and you give it a shot, “Hey, it’s me. I want to ask you if you are free sometime this week. I want to ask you on a date, maybe lunch or dinner?” You click send and hope for her reply.

You wait for an hour, the evening, and no reply. You tell yourself, “She must be busy with her group. She’ll text me when she’s free.”

A day passes, and there is no response; you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed, but you have too many things going on yourself, so you try to keep yourself busy.

A few days pass, and you are currently at the gym with one of your friends from school. “Hey, you seem distracted, what’s up?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You sure? You’re not yourself. Look at you; you’re running and lifting less than usual. That’s not you, bro.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ve been distracted.”

“Tell me. If it's something I can help you with, I don’t mind giving you some free advice.”

“Haha, you know that advice should be free; you don’t charge someone for it.”

“I mean, you’re not going to pay me per se; you just need to pay for dinner.”

“Ohh, then something from the convenience store, then.

“Don’t be like that; how about some fried chicken or some meat?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll think about it.”

You tell your friend about Minji, how you met, and the text message you sent her. “Dang, bro. She’s cute. I mean, there are three options: either she’s busy, bad at texting like my girl, or ignoring you.”

“I hope she’s just busy. I think she’s cute, and I really want to get to know her better. Hopefully, I didn’t come off too strong and scare her.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it too much. If she blew you off, my girlfriend has a single friend. Maybe I should introduce you to her.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, don’t say I never help. Let’s hope she’s busy and forgot to text you back.”

“Yeah…”

The two of you continue your workout for another hour. After finishing, you go to the shower and change into different clothes. You gather your things in a rush after noticing you’ll be late for class, “Hey, bro! You dropped your phone.” You don’t seem to hear him as you leave the changing room in a rush.

“Hmm… there’s a few messages.”

He looks at your phone and sees it’s from Minji. He runs out of the changing room and tries to catch up to you when he notices her calling your phone. He answers your phone, “Hey.”

“Sorry to call you this early, I’ve wanted to…”

“Haha, sorry. He forgot his phone at the gym. I’m trying to catch up to him; just give me a bit. Oh, I’m his friend, Jin, by the way.”

Minji can hear Jin running and panting as he runs as fast as possible to catch up to you. “Dude, wait up.”

You turn your head and see Jin running frantically towards you, “What’s up?”

“Phone… here, it's her. Your girlfriend” passing you the phone.

“Hello, Minji?”

“Hey, sorry I haven’t replied back. I was really busy with practice.”

“Haha, it’s fine. I’ve been busy myself with class.”

“Oh… so that means you’re not free today?”

“No, I’m free. I have two classes today, but I’m free after 4 pm.”

“Oh, that works. Where do you want to meet?”

“Hmm… are you up for some Fried Chicken?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, there is a place near the company building. I’ll send you the directions and see you at 5 pm.”

“Okay, sounds good. See you then.”

After your class, you rush back to your apartment and tidy up, shower, and get changed for your date with Minji. You debate what to wear since it's been a while since you had a date, and you really want to impress Minji. After much debate, you decide what to wear, do your hair, and go to the restaurant to meet her.

You arrive at the restaurant, find a seat, and wait for her to arrive. You text your friend and tell him how nervous you are, and he wishes you luck.

Suddenly, you hear the door chime go off and see Minji looking for you. You wave your hand, which catches her attention, and she walks toward you. You stand and pull the chair for her, “Did I make you wait long?”

“No, I just got her about five minutes ago.”

“Oh, okay, I was afraid I was going to be a bit late.”

“Haha, no. You made it just on time.”

She smiles and places her phone on the table before picking up the menu. “I come here a lot since it's close to the company; they really have some good chicken.”

“Oh, if that’s the case, then I’ll leave the ordering to you,” giving her a smile.

“Okay, but don’t be upset if you don’t like it.”

“If you ordered, then I know it's going to be good.”

“Haha, okay,” she blushes. She calls over the waiter and places two orders of fried chicken and two cold sodas.

“Sorry for leaving you on read; I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay; I assumed you were busy. I’m happy you messaged me back, though.”

“I kept looking at your message, and when the manager said that we had time off, the first thing I did was message you.”

“Oh, so that means you were thinking of me.”

Minji gets red by the way you phrased it and tries to play it off, “Haha, no, well… I didn’t want to be rude.”

“Well… you’re here, that’s all that matters. Also, you look beautiful, by the way.”

“Ehh…” Minji’s ears turn hot red, getting caught off guard by the sudden comment.”

The waiter arrives with a platter of food and drinks. “You two look like a lovely couple,” she says as she places the food on the table.

Minji is startled and says, “Oh, we’re not a couple, just friends.”

“Haha, she’s not my girlfriend yet,” she said with a smile.

“Aww, what a daring guy. I wish my boyfriend was like that when he asked me out. Took it a while.” She looked at Minji and leaned towards her, “He's pretty hot; you two should date,” and walked away, grinning.

“Omg, that was so embarrassing. So sorry for that; she likes to tease.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I only said the truth.”

Minji bites her lip and turns her face to the side, avoiding her embarrassed expression.

You grab a piece of chicken and take a bite, “Hmmm, it's good. You weren’t lying when you said the chicken was good.”

Relieved that you changed the conversation, she replies, “See, I told you. My members and I come here often because it’s good and the price is reasonable.”

The two of you continued with small talk on what you had been doing the past week. So far, the vibe between you two is great; she laughs at your jokes, and you listen to what she says and even give some input. You could tell that she was enjoying the date and hoped to ask her for another one. You can’t help but admire her beauty, personality, and how she makes you feel. You know that she’s the one you’ve been searching for.

“My members said that you seem like….” she stops mid-sentence when she tilts towards you, extending her arm and placing her thumb on your lip, “Sorry, you had some sauce on your face.”

You feel embarrassed and try to say something but suddenly react to the flash from the window. Four girls are standing in front of the restaurant window with their phones out. “Oppa, I’m so sorry. Those are my members; they must have followed me. Let me talk to them,” she said as she stood, making the four girls run away in laughter.

You yourself can’t help but laugh at the situation and say, “Hahaha, don’t worry about it. My friends are the same way. All they are going to do is tease; just don’t be too hard on them.”

“Watch, just wait until I get home,” frowning at the members that ran across the street.

After calming down, the two of you continue to eat and decide to grab some dessert. “Want to split the bill?”

“Actually, let me pay. I invited you on the date.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, if anything, you can spot the dessert.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

You call for the waiter, pay for the bill, and head out for a short walk before grabbing the dessert. As you two walk down the street, try to walk as close to her as possible and eye her hand. You see it swaying back and forth from the side of your eye and make a daring choice. You slowly interlock hands and see her reaction. Luckily, she doesn’t reject it and instead turns her head away from you, but she notices that her ears are turning red. The two of you walk in silence and enjoy the scene until Minji stops in front of an ice cream shop.

“Ice cream.”

“You want to get some ice cream?”

“Yes, ice cream,” and pulls you into the shop.

“Chocolate?”

“Yea…”

“Can I have two orders of chocolate?” turning your head and signaling two with your fingers.

“Can it be two scoops for both?”

The both of you enjoy your ice cream and see how much she enjoys every scoop. The way she smiles and squints her eyes makes your heart flutter.

“Cute”

“Wha? What you say?”

“I said cute.”

“Nooo, why?”

“You look cute when you eat the ice cream.”

“Nooo, stop. You’re going to make me blush again.”

“Haha. Kim Minji is cute. Cute when she eats her ice cream, just like a little teddy bear.”

She covers her face with her hands, “Haha, stop. You’re going to make me cry.”

“Okay, I’ll stop. I’ll just eat your ice cream since I’m done with mine.”

You try to grab a scoop of her ice cream when she says, “No! Mine!” Her reaction makes you burst into laughter. “Haha, haha, see, you’re only proving me right.”

“Meanie,” pouting and crossing her arms.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. For real this time.”

“Okay. Promise?”

“Promise.”

—————

“Thank you for inviting me out on a date; I really enjoyed it.”

“Would you be open for another date?”

“Hmm… Yeah… I’ll really like that,” with a gummy smile.

“Should I text you?”

“I’ll text you.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

“Hmm, okay…” She waves you goodbye and walks towards the entrance of her building. You wave goodbye and start walking when you hear, “Oppa!” You turn around and see Minji behind you, “Hey.”

Suddenly, she walks closer to you, gets on her tippy toes, and kisses you on the cheek. “Thanks for the date” she smiles and speeds back to the entrance of the building and goes inside.

*Minji inserts the passcode to her dorm and sees her younger members on the living room couch, watching television and eating snacks. They all turn to look at Minji who is smiling from the kiss when she hears the members sing, “Minji unnie has a boyfriend, Minji has a boyfriend” in sync.

“Yah! Come here!” as she grabs her shoe and holds it up in the air, making the members run around the living room, trying to avoid being smacked by Minji.

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daesukiii · 6 months

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Shut Up Before I Fall In Love

Pairing: Jongho x f!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, childhood f2l, family au

WC: 3729

Warnings: Cursing, absent family is a big part of it but not explored too much.

Summary: After you finish college, your parents ask you to move back home to help with your nephew. As much as you are bitter about your older sister dumping her child to go “find herself”, you’d do anything for little Jihoon.

When you return home, you’re surprised to see your childhood best friend, Jongho, still around, after growing up hearing him talk about how he’d love to move to America. But you won’t say no to his company.

This is written for @pirateeznet's anniversary project! My quiz result was Illusion :) Go and check out the other authors' works!

I do have an idea for a continuation of this more focused on the family part of it so if you want to see that too let me know ^^

As you leave the taxi, you hear your nephew screech your name before he can barrel himself into your legs. “Auntie!” You gasp playfully as you wrap your arms around the ball of energy clinging to you. “You’re here!”

“I am!” you cheer as you sweep the preschooler up in your arms, spinning him around once before setting him back down. “You’ve gotten so big, baby. Soon I won’t be able to pick you up anymore!” Jihoon puffs out his chest, proud of his achievement.

“Yeah! Soon I’ll pick you up instead!” You laugh, ruffling his hair. “Will you take me to the park instead of Gramma and Grampa?”

“Yes, baby. We can spend all summer together.” Jihoon cheers, his little fists pumping up in the air, and you smile at the cute action.

When you finally look up from the top of your nephew’s head, you first see your mother waving languidly and then your eyes catch on a familiar figure. “Jongho?” the name falls out of your mouth and the man in question smiles and raises a hand in acknowledgement.

“(Y/N), it’s been a while.”

Your heart is overflowing with such warmth at the familiar sight. “It certainly has been. Still in the same neighbourhood, Mr America?” you tease, grinning at the sight of Jongho’s ears turning red as he averts his eyes.

“Yeah,” Jongho rolls his eyes at your jibe good-naturedly. “I was six, dude. You’re never gonna let me live that down.”

You laugh, shoving at his shoulder. “You were six, and then you were twelve, and then you were eighteen and still talking about it. No, I will not be letting it go. But really, it’s good to see you again. Hopefully we can catch up at some point.”

Before Jongho even gets a chance to respond, Jihoon pulls at your pant leg. “Auntie, talk grown-up later! I’m more important!” At his straight-forward demand, all three of the “grown-ups” laugh and you’re quickly ushered into the house by the child, looking back and giving Jongho a quick wave. His pealing laughter follows you even after the door closes.

It’s only been about a week since you’ve returned, and it feels like both nothing and so much has changed. Your room has been changed into a storage unit and you’ve currently taken over the guest room, but the rest of the house’s layout remains unchanged save a few decor. Your mom also remains unchanged, and the only large difference is, well, the presence of Jihoon.

Every so often, you don’t expect him barreling around the corners into your knees and every time you see him, your disdain for your sister grows. It’s not his fault, and it’s definitely not her fault that the father is a deadbeat and out of the picture. And it’s not her fault that she wants to be able to have fun in life, but you also think that her time spent “finding herself” should not be spent partying it up dangerously and only showing up when she wants something from your mother. She doesn’t call him her son unless it’s to his face, but still won’t give him up for adoption for the pity points. It’s despicable in your eyes. Jihoon needs his mom but he doesn’t need your sister.

Thinking about the situation just causes you stress each day. You dropped everything to come here to care for your nephew, but she can’t even spare time to see her son win an award at his preschool. Jihoon is always asking about his mother, and neither you nor your mother has the heart to tell him the truth. Not just yet. His world is full of empty promises and you don’t know how to fix it.

Today’s another day of your mother desperately begging your sister to spend time with Jihoon and you taking the few school hours you have left to sit on the porch and contemplate life. Every so often you can hear another door slam as your mother paces from room to room and you wonder how you got here.

A gentle nudge to your shoulder makes your eyes fly open as you stare up at Jongho. “Falling asleep on the job?” he teases, a crooked smile on his face as he dodges your swat.

“It’s not a job,” you snark, even though you and Jongho know that’s a lie. “I’m just waiting for him to come barrelling down the sidewalk.”

“Spoken like a true mother hen,” Jongho laughs, and judging from his facial expressions he immediately regrets his choice of joke. You don’t point it out, however, and so neither does he. Instead, you scoot aside on the porch swing and Jongho plops down beside you.

You decide to ignore the heat of his body next to you and the press of his thighs against yours, just closing your eyes and letting your head fall against the back of the swing. A moment passes.

“What time is Jihoon’s bedtime?” The question makes your eyes open as you turn your head to look at Jongho’s soft side profile. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“How’d you know I was looking at you?” you ask without expecting an answer. “Anyways, he goes to bed around nine, why?”

Jongho still refuses to look at you and you wonder why in the back of your head. “Wanna get fries afterwards?” You raise an eyebrow at the familiar olive branch, poking at Jongho’s leg with your foot. Every time he felt like he hurt you somehow, he would always offer to buy you food, starting way back in grade school when he accidentally broke your glasses.

“Slick, dude. But yeah, I’d like to.” No more words are spoken on the matter as Jihoon runs up the driveway, just a nod and then your attention turns to the three-year-old. Once again, it’s time to forget you are your own person and become a parental figure for Jihoon. With a sigh and a shake of your head, you will those thoughts out of your head and prepare for a busy afternoon of watching Jihoon.

“Okay, I'm home free,” you announce as you come down the stairs to where Jongho is waiting with a patient smile on his face. “Let’s go get fries.”

“The usual place?” Jongho asks and you nod excitedly.

“I haven’t been to that diner in forever! Ahjussi still going strong?” Your eyes are practically sparkling at the prospect of going to the “old” spot.

Jongho smiles knowingly and that gives you the only answer you need. “And he still hates being called Ahjussi. Come on, I’ll drive.”

Excitedly, you follow him out to his old sedan, hopping into the passenger seat. “Any better at driving?” you tease and he smacks your arm without hesitation. Some things never change.

And just as you remembered, the drive takes a meagre ten minutes, most of which was you singing along badly to the radio with Jongho laughing at your pitiful attempts. Not that you were actually trying.

Giggling, the two of you stumble into the 24/7 diner, placing orders through laughter and you’re pretty sure the worker is already sick of you two. Jongho makes sure to tip her well and you ignore the warmth in your stomach again at seeing his warm smile and hearing his low ‘thanks’.

“So!” Jongho proclaims in a news anchor voice, holding his straw as a makeshift microphone, “Here we have Ms. (Y/N) (L/N), home from college! Please, update us on how your life has been in the great shining city of Seoul!”

You’re laughing too hard to answer him properly and Jongho smiles at you fondly. “You’re just as weird as I remember, huh,” you finally manage to say, wiping the tears from your eyes. “It’s been nice. I really enjoy all the little hole-in-the-wall stores I chance upon there, but it’s really fast-paced there.”

Jongho nods understandingly. “Small towns are really nice in that way. Not so much getting everywhere at all times.”

You frown, leaning forward. ‘That reminds me…why didn’t you go to America? You certainly had the grades to do it.” You didn’t mean to be direct about it, but it’s been pressing on your mind since you returned to town. “I left quickly for college, so I don’t know what was up with you for so long.”

Jongho grows silent, his eyes darting away. “It wasn’t much. I just wanted to stay instead.” But alas, Jongho can’t lie when it comes to you, and he never could. All it takes is one look from you for his resolve to fold. “I…you can’t hate me for this, okay?”

You frown, tilting your head at that. “I could never hate you, Jongho. Come on, just tell me.”

Jongho bites his lip and averts his eyes, but finally speaks. “I stayed for Jihoon.” You blink, confused, and Jongho rushes to explain himself. “You couldn’t just drop college—you were in your second year—and your mom couldn’t handle both your sister and a newborn. I didn’t want them to have to call you back if they could help it. I didn’t even apply to colleges at that point so I didn’t lose anything. I just–”

“Jongho,” you whisper, feeling your heart bloom with affection for him. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Jongho smiles weakly. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. All you knew was that there was a baby, but not all the issues that came with him.”

You smile back at him, reaching out to take his hands. “I don’t hate you, you know. You’ve done so much for us, and I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like without you here. Jihoon loves you.” Jongho peeks at you and you squeeze his hands comfortingly. “Thank you for all your help.”

Jongho’s eyes are suspiciously shiny, but before anything else can happen, the girl who took your order shyly approaches the table. “Uh, I’m sorry to interrupt…but we’re closing and need to wipe down the tables.”

You and Jongho both stand up startlingly fast, averting both of your eyes in embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. We’ll be out of your hair,” Jongho reassures before turning to you. “Let’s get you home. It’s a school night after all.”

At that, the tension is gone and you smack his bicep with a snort. “Yeah yeah, dad, let’s go home.”

When the two of you finally arrive home, you pause in the driveway. “I don’t want to go in,” you blurt out and Jongho frowns, coming up behind you. “I know I’m being dramatic, but it feels like if I go in, my life will be gone. I’m twenty-three, Jongho. I can’t be a parent. I love Jihoon but I don’t want to live my life being his mom for my sister.”

Jongho’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder. “I get it. But you know, I think you’re doing great. Jihoon will get older soon and he’ll understand. And you have me and your mom to lean on.” He squeezes your shoulder, and in typical Jongho fashion, winks to brighten up the conversation. You roll your eyes but smile at him, thankful for his comfort.

“Thanks, Jongho. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When he leaves, his words stick with you up until you get ready to sleep and lie in bed, and you dream of his warm smile.

“Fries?”

“Fries.”

Those two words became a staple of your and Jongho’s relationship. About once a week, you’d go get fries and just chill and feel like the young adults you actually are. But a new problem has occurred.

You have a crush on Jongho.

And maybe in any other circumstance, it would’ve been fine. Perhaps in a different life, you would’ve been happy with Jongho, starting a life together. But not now, not like this. Not whenever you think about having a life of your own guilt wrenches in your gut because of Jihoon.

So like any self-respecting human being would do, you start to avoid him. At first, it wasn’t an issue. You didn’t mind hanging out in groups, but you avoided one-on-one time like the plague. It helped to use Jihoon as an excuse, but sooner or later, that wasn’t going to fly.

But on a day like this, when it’s just you and your nephew, you feel at peace. Your mom is having a luncheon with her friends and Jongho is at work so you’re watching your nephew yourself, something that surprisingly doesn’t happen too often. But your mom deserves some time with her friends too and you like having alone time while Jihoon plays by himself.

The pitter-patter of his feet does not catch your attention right until he stops at your side. “Hey, auntie?” Jihoon tugs at your pant legs as you cut vegetables in preparation for lunch. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you smile at him, putting down the knife and wiping your hands on your apron as you crouch down. “What’s up, kiddo?”

“Are you my mom now?” Your jaw drops and you’re pretty sure you’re not blinking because your eyes are stinging as you just stay in the same position. You both knew this question would be coming and yet weren’t expecting it at all.

“Jihoon, what do you mean by that?” You do know what he means by that but you need to get to the root of his thoughts.

Jihoon shrugs, no longer looking into your eyes as if he did something bad, and you feel guilty over your reaction although you don’t think you could’ve helped it. “My teachers always say mommies are always here and you are! So can you be my new mom?”

You try to speak but nothing but a strangled sob comes out and you clear your throat. “Jihoon, honey…it’s not quite how that works. I take care of you but I can’t be your mom.”

“Why? Grandma’s too old so it’s you!” He sounds almost angry about it and if not for the context you would laugh.

You frown as you think of the best way to explain this to someone whose knowledge of the world consists of LEGOs and Frozen. “It’s just a lot of adult problems that need to be solved first. Just like when you play with building blocks! You gotta build the bottom before the next part!”

Jihoon nods sagely. “Okay,” he agrees easily, patting you on the knee before going back to colouring pages on the couch. You’re left in the kitchen on your knees, silently letting the tears fall as your family breaks apart even more.

You want someone to come. You want your mom, you want Jongho. Distancing be damned. You just want someone. You try your best to wipe away your tears furiously when you hear the door creak open. “Uncle Jongho!”

Oh shit. You didn’t mean to actually manifest Jongho coming around, even if you knew that it was very likely that he would just go over to your place instead of heading to his own. It was almost like his own home at this point, no matter how much you and your mom tried to convince him that he didn’t have to let his life be taken up by your little family.

“Hey, kiddo,” you hear Jongho high-five your nephew and you smile despite your overflowing emotions. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Kitchen,” your rascal of a relative rats you out with relative ease (not that he would take that much interest in your forest fire of a crush). “She’s making lunch.”

“Thanks, kiddo.” You can practically see Jongho ruffle Jihoon’s hair, an action the toddler absolutely adores. And soon enough, his heavy footsteps make their way to where you’re standing like a buffoon.

As you’ve mentioned, you’re a self-respecting human. So self-respecting that you whirl around to hide your red eyes and overall pretty shabby appearance. “Hello, Jongho,” you greet him a little too casually and Jongho is immediately on high alert.

“What happened?” is his first question, with no hesitation whatsoever and you silently curse at how well he knows you. “Are you all right?”

“Oh yeah, I’m okay.” You’re not fooling anyone, not with a voice thick with tears and you’re refusal to turn around. “Uh…do you mind finishing up lunch for me? I think I need a moment to myself.”

“Yeah, of course…” There’s confusion and worry prevalent in his voice, and before you can escape to your room, you feel his hand grip at your shoulder as he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

The warmth and sturdiness of his arms comforts you more than you can explain and it takes all your energy to not let the tears break free as you squeeze his waist before pulling back and sighing deeply with a whispered “thank you”. You’re still not ready to talk to him but you will never take his consideration for granted.

“Let’s talk later, okay?” Jongho raises an eyebrow and you know it’s not really a question. You can only nod and hope that you can escape the questioning for a little longer before you get your thoughts under control.

And you’re caught not two precious weeks later when Jongho corners you before you can go to bed, raising an eyebrow along with his request “fries?” and you know you can’t back out this time.

To your surprise, he doesn’t pull into a parking space, instead utilising the drive-through, before going down an old road you almost don’t remember. It’s only when you reach the destination that you remember—the open field you and Jongho used to skip classes at.

“Jongho?” you start to question but he holds up a hand.

“Not yet. Let’s set up first.”

“Set up?” Your words are stopped short when he pulls out a large picnic blanket from the backseat.

Not moments later, Jongho motions for you to come join him on the ground, smiling to himself at his little impromptu picnic. Unsure, you slowly lower yourself on the ground, and it’s only when you get comfortable he finally speaks. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

You blanch, not ready to have been called out so quickly. “What? What do you mean?” you try to defend but it comes out so squeakily that you know there’s no escaping the conversation. With another look from Jongho, you sigh. “I just needed to think over things. Nothing against you. Getting my life straight and all that.”

Jongho frowns, his concern sweet. “Is it about Jihoon?”

You almost laugh at how close and yet so far he is. “Basically. Just a lot of things adding up and I don’t know…just trying to sort through it.” It’s so hard to lie to him, even if your ability to is a little better than his. It takes everything in your willpower to not spill everything like you’re so used to doing.

Jongho tilts his head adorably and you can feel your cheeks warming up. You turn your gaze away lest you fall further. “I can help you, (Y/N). You don’t have to shoulder it all by yourself.”

Before you can stop yourself, the mental blockade falls and you blink at him, before blurting out, “Stop.” Jongho stares at you, surprised and maybe a little hurt, but your big fat mouth can’t stop moving. “Shut up before I fall in love with you, okay? It’s so hard, Jongho. I just want to be able to live without the guilt of Jihoon and eonni over my head but when you’re so perfect, so pretty and so kind it’s so damn hard to not love you.”

Jongho opens his mouth and nothing comes out and it’s only then you realise the weight of your words. “I…I’m sorry. Just forget I said anything,” you mutter, turning away in embarrassment. You didn’t mean to let it all spill out, and now what is Jongho going to think of you? You want to go home and hide under all of your blankets but the issue is Jongho is your ride home. You’re in no mood to walk and there’s no way Jongho would let you walk home either.

As you sit in awkward silence, a single fry coming into your line of vision baffles you enough to look up. Jongho sits right in front of you, his expression stone cold as he attempts to feed you a fry. When you open your mouth to question him, he just sticks the fry in your mouth. Unfortunately, he is a little too enthusiastic and basically shoves it down your throat and you cough violently.

“Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to do it that harshly,” he panics, rummaging around the bag he brought trying to find his water bottle, and you almost laugh but choke some more instead. “Stop talking you’re making it worse!”

With some patting on the back by Jongho and an unholy amount of water, you finally manage to swallow the fry properly. “What was that for?” you croak out and it’s Jongho’s turn to look away bashfully.

“I just wanted you to shut up and stop being stupid.” Jongho scolds, his hand coming up to rest at the top of your head. You can’t help but notice the way his fingers slowly stroke at your hair. “You shouldn’t hold all that to yourself. Talk about it, you idiot. How else would I know you like me too?”

You stare at him, unblinking as you process his words. “You what?”

Jongho rolls his eyes before leaning closer so his nose almost touches yours. “I like you, you fool. Don’t feel guilty about it, idiot. Jihoon would want you to be happy, and I won’t be weird about it. I practically raised him too, you know. It hurts a little you think I wouldn’t care that much.”

You don’t know what to say to that and instead just opt for something more simple. “Can I kiss you?”

All Jongho does in answer is press his lips to yours. As soon as your faces meet, you feel the warmth in your stomach bubble up so intensely that you fear you might melt with all the love you have for him. “What did I do to deserve you?” you mumble and you can feel Jongho’s smile against your lips.

“You were you.”

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heartsiez · 2 years

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JEALOUSY.

⌗ ayato, thoma, ??? and f!reader

⌗ angst and plot twist

— ayato

he’s always so busy with work that you are only able to see him two days a week and that’s usually only at night.

you understand but you can’t help and feel selfish, wanting him and his attention all to yourself. so that’s why you have a plan to get what you want.

with a lot if persuasion and bribing, you were able to get thoma to help you out. the plan was simple; just hang out a lot and do the stuff with him you always did with ayato.

when ayato was finally back in inazuma your plan had began. you and thoma were waiting in an alleyway anticipating for ayato to walk near. when you finally saw him you dragged thoma out by the hand and acted casual.

you made sure to almost shout, just so your lover could hear you speak to thoma. “so, what shall we do today?” you asked him.

ayato overheard and saw you two together, he frowned at the sight. you two only hung out when ayato was around, never alone. though, it didn’t matter, ayato started making his way over to you two which you noticed nudging thomas shoulder.

“hm, i don’t know my lady.. maybe we should get boba?” thoma said giving a sweet smile to you which you nodded. ayato stopped in his tracks, only he calls you that. why is thoma calling you such an endearment? and boba? you hate boba, why would you get it with him?

“here’s the stall, i’ll pay for us.” you said getting mora out of your pocket which thoma held your wrist down. “there’s no need! i’ll pay for us.” he smiled.

“really? you’re such a gentleman…” you said hanging off of thomas shoulder. he could feel ayatos burning glare in the back of his head because he started shaking you off instantly with a nervous laugh. “an— anything for you my lady! you totally owe me a big one for this…” he said whispering the last bit making you laugh a bit.

ayato just watched from afar with jealousy and anger bubbling up inside him. how badly he just wanted to confront you guys, but he had pride, so he wouldn’t dare.

you noticed how he was about to just walk away making your reflexes take over you. you turned thoma around swiftly so his back was faced towards ayato and you brought his face right up to yours, covering his mouth with your hand and pressing your lips against it to make it look like you two kissed.

ayato froze when he saw what just happened. his heart dropped and he could feel his face fall, if he was holding anything it would’ve dropped to the ground. his fists clenched and he ran off instantly, only feeling betrayal and heartbreak.

you instantly pushed him away afterwards realising what you did. thoma stared at you anxiously. “uhh, you know we’re meant to make him jealous, not make it look like you’re cheating…”

“oh my fucking god what did i just do? he’s gonna think i kissed you!” you angrily whispering at him. thoma wasn’t even paying attention, he was totally getting fired…

when you saw ayato walk off, you instantly pushed thoma away from you running after him. thoma was quick to run with you and hopefully help explain what happened to ayato. you were able to catch up with him at the centre of ritou. you shouted out his name and ayato stopped in his tracks, his hands loosening. “what?” he mustered out, venom dripping from his tone.

“it’s— it’s not what you think…” you tried catching your breath as you bent down, holding you knees. thoma finally made his way to the sight just quick enough to agree. “what y/n said, my lord…” he panted out.

ayato gave a mocking laugh, turning his head to look at you two with back still faced to you. “what do you mean by y/n? don’t you mean ‘my lady?’” he quoted from earlier.

“no he doesn’t. look please just let me explain, love. it’s not what you think at all.” you tried putting your hand on his shoulder but he flicked it off. ayato finally turned around looking down at you two. sighing to himself. “explain, it better be good.”

“well you were always busy with work so-”

“so you went off to thoma because i was never there?” he glared. n— no my lord. please just let them explain.” you felt so guilty dragging thoma into this mess but you had to shake the thought from your head as you continued,

“... so i came up with a plan that would make you finally pay attention to me rather than work, it was to make you jealous. thoma and i were just meant to do stuff you and i did but when i saw it wasn’t working, i turned thoma to me and made it look like we kissed. which we didn’t! i covered his mouth with my hand and kissed that.” thoma nodded, refusing to look at you in case that somehow raised suspicion.

ayatos eyes darkened as he turned away. “you think i would believe that? how pathetic.” you stood there confused, giving a weird look to him. “what do you mean? i promise it’s the truth, i wouldn’t do that to you. i love you.” you went to grab his hand but he brought it to his chest and crossed his arms instead.

“do you seriously think i didn’t see the pictures?” ayatos voice sent shivers down your spine. “what? pardon? what pictures?” you looked confused. “oh don’t act stupid. i saw the pictures of you and thoma hanging out and kissing while i was away for work. i didn't believe them, of course, but with what happened just then i seriously don't know anymore." your eyes widened and you backed away from him, what the hell did he mean? you and thoma did none of the sort.

“what are you on? me and thoma barely spoke while you were gone.”

“is that true? then explain these.” spoke ayato turning around, handing pictures to the two of you. thomas heart dropped as his eyes widened. you just looked at them and scoffed. “do you honestly believe these are real? i would never cheat on you.”

“right.” he snatched the pictures back from you and put them in his coat pocket. “just please, stop lying. it already hurts me enough that the person i love is cheating on me.” ayato whispered, trying hard to not let his voice break.

“ayato, can’t you see it? these pictures are obviously edited. someone’s trying to set me and thoma up.” your boyfriends eyes squinted as he looked at you weirdly. “why would someone do that? and who would do that?” he gave a laugh.

“we would.” said a familiar voice.

⌗ woop woop, no part two i’m so sorry

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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So, for the Sicktember prompts, could you do pneumonia/bronchitis/general respiratory infection with Wars and Twi? I love their dynamic but sickfics with them are so rare! Thanks in advance ^^!

Brotherly bonding time! <3

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He’d known it was going to be unpleasant when the coughing had become productive. Warriors had done everything in his power to isolate himself from everyone else; he didn’t want to get anybody sick. He’d offered to patrol the perimeter and still be useful while also maintaining a safe distance from everyone. He figured it wouldn’t take long for some of the others to notice he was sick, but if he assured them that he had the situation under control they’d probably leave him be.

Probably. Hopefully.

Warriors coughed again, feeling his chest rattle with congestion. He just couldn’t get the blasted stuff up.

“That doesn’t sound fun.”

Warriors sighed. He’d heard the oncoming footsteps and already had a hand on his sword, but the subtle drawl in the voice gave it away. Turning, he said, “Yes, well, it’s all right, Rancher. Just a cough.”

“Uh huh,” Twilight huffed, crossing his arms. “I know. I’ve heard you coughing for the past couple of days. Did you think we wouldn’t notice?”

Warriors glanced around uncertainly, making sure no one else had tagged along for this confrontation. When he only observed the rancher, he sighed again. “I don’t want to get you sick. Just leave me be, okay? I’ll be fine.”

“You practically missed dinner because you were too busy avoiding everybody,” Twilight noted, his brow furrowing. “If you’d just admit you were sick then we’d get stuff for you.”

“Yes, and then get too close,” Warriors immediately interjected. “Look, you haven’t traveled in large groups like I have, so trust me: when one person gets sick, if you’re not careful, everyone gets sick. This stuff can spread like wildfire. The entire operation is crippled at that point, and if we’re all ill we can’t help each other. I’m—I’m not—”

Here his breath hitched, and he tried again, miserably, to bring up the junk clogging his lungs. He managed to spit out a little phlegm, but the majority of it was still stubbornly planted in his chest. He leaned heavily against a tree, exhausted.

“I’m not risking that.” He finished with a little defeat in his tone.

Twilight sighed and tutted like a mother with an unruly child. “And here I thought you were trying to maintain that pretty knight in shining armor façade. Captain, you of all people should know that being part of a group means we look out for each other.”

“Yes, you’re doing a great job of that,” Warriors commented, panting a little to catch his breath. “Splendid, even. Congratulations. Your concern is noted. Now get back to camp, please.”

Twilight watched him a moment longer, narrowing his eyes. Then he took a deep, exasperated breath, and reached into his tunic, pulling out a black pendant. “You underestimate a lot of us, Captain. I am more than capable of taking care of you without getting sick.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Warriors snapped before coughing some more. Blast, his chest was hurting so much. “You can’t just assume you won’t get sick.”

“I don’t have to assume,” Twilight replied evenly. “Wolves don’t get sick like Hylians do.”

The captain started, confused. “Wait, what?”

Grasping the pendant itself, Twilight started to bend down towards the ground, being encased in a familiar bizarre shadow he’d seen once on that horrid day two weeks ago. Warriors watched, alarmed, as the cloud coalesced into a wolf.

Warriors’ mouth dropped open. “That’s how you do it?”

Wolfie—Twilight—snorted, his ears a little peeled back in annoyance. Then they perked up as he walked towards him calmly. Out of sheer habit, Warriors shuffled away, holding out a hand. “N-no, Rancher, don’t—”

He doubled over as another coughing fit tore through him. A cold nose sniffed at his cheek tentatively, and he heard a small whine.

Blast it all, he could easily say no to a Hylian, but not those eyes.

This was a cruel move.

Grumbling, Warriors slumped to the ground, leaning against the tree. “Fine. But I don’t see how you’ll be able to help much as a wolf, you cad.”

Wolfie wagged his tail and traipsed off happily. Warriors watched him go, confused. Just as he was starting to accept the fact that he might be in the clear, Twilight came prancing back, still in wolf form, carrying Warriors’ bedroll and supplies slung over his furry back.

Exasperated, Warriors took his supplies and glared at the wolf. “Now what?”

Wolfie pointed sharply at his bedroll with his nose. The captain rolled his eyes. “Come on now, I don’t need to sleep, it’s not that bad.”

His lungs decided to argue against his point, making him finally cough hard enough to nearly throw up. Admitting defeat, the captain wordlessly set up his little sleeping space and sat down. Wolfie nipped at his scarf and bopped his armor with his nose. The captain grumbled, pulling the articles off, and glared irritably when the wolf wagged his tail in victory.

“I can see the smug look on your face,” Warriors harumphed as he settled against the tree, crossing his arms.

Over the course of the next hour, Wolfie came and went with delivery runs, bringing food and water. When there was nothing left to do, the wolf stretched out with a loud yawn and settled beside the captain, nearly throwing himself to the ground. Warriors automatically reached over to pet him and then paused, remembering who it actually was. Sighing, he slid into his bedroll and tried to ignore the burning in his chest. He fell into an uneasy sleep, the soft fur beside him keeping him warm.

He wasn’t sure how long he was out, but it didn’t seem to be long enough when he woke up hacking and spitting up some phlegm.

A wet nose sniffed at his cheek, and he turned and saw blue eyes staring at him. It was uncanny seeing Twilight’s eyes in the wolf’s face, seeing the familiar markings, having the realization that it was so obvious who the wolf was slam into his skull. Sighing, the captain waved his friend away. “S-sorry. I’m okay.”

The wolf’s ears peeled back, his fur ruffling a little, hackles clearly raised. He let out an entirely too grumpy sounding woof.

Warriors narrowed his eyes. “Are you… back talking me?”

Twilight snorted, sitting. Warriors sighed, rolling his eyes. He was about to respond when his throat caught on even more phlegm, making it suddenly difficult to breath, and he wheezed, sitting forward with his hands on his legs. He took a deep, shuddering, involuntary breath and then coughed so hard he grew dizzy.

The coughing fit lasted entirely too long. Warriors got on his knees, trying to open his lungs up as much as he could, and he felt guiding hands assist him to sit up more. By the time he was finished he was crying silently from the effort and completely exhausted.

“You know, you don’t have to be the captain all the time,” Twilight muttered as he rubbed Warriors’ back. “You can just be Link. You can just be a part of the group. You can just be our brother.”

Warriors felt his heart clench, but instead of commenting, he asked between little coughs, “Why—are you in—your Hylian form?”

“Because I can’t do this as a wolf,” Twilight answered as he pulled him into a side hug.

“Rancher—”

“Relax,” Twilight interrupted him with a low, rumbling tone, setting the captain at ease despite his best efforts. “You’re not going to give me your sickness, Captain. It’s okay.”

Warriors sighed in defeat, resting his head on Twilight’s shoulder. “You don’t know that.”

“Well, if I do get it, then you’ll look out for me, right?”

Warriors smiled, closing his eyes. “Of course I will.”

The two sat in stillness, listening to the crickets come forth from their hiding places as evening fell. Warriors wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but when he awoke the next morning wrapped in a wolf pet with the younger Link curled into his side, he didn’t bother arguing the fact that he was still in his Hylian form. Feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks, the captain—Link pulled his brother closer and fell back asleep.

#you ask skye answers #writing #sicktember #ask game #writing prompt #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #lu twilight #I love these two <3

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hetr0ph0bic · 1 year

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summary : riri bestie come to wakanda and shuri is kinda selfish

its mature they not hunching frfr

the fits if you need a visual/ want

riri https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1a/d9/2f/1ad92f47b48b21361a2b6a77fd7c03ef.jpg

shuri https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/d2/2e/2bd22ea92a6aff5a0169d25c2cdaa8f4.jpg

ray https://www.instagram.com/p/CkSHQj3sAL3/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

and i posted 2 times this week stop play with me. also the bestie is bdtrelilbrother from tictok i love him down .i never tried anything like this fr, yall know this only my second fic so give tips in shit i neeeed it!!!!! also this can be a part to i think i got a couple ideas!

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riri looks up from the board she is writing on. in the lab, she’s making updates to shuri’s panther suit.

“hey baby” shuri peeks up at the call

“ remember my friend is coming into town for this week he’s staying for like 2 days. i’ve got a list of things planned for us. you can always join” she smiles turning back to the board.

“knowing you get clingy and jealous as hell” she mutters to herself

“what I do not, I’m not clingy! have fun with your little friend.” shuri tells the lie so smoothly. riri rolls her eyes at the tale

“ oh, you don’t? wanna bet? I think I had seen some shoes I wanted” shuri tutts her

“ you can scam them lil college students, but you can’t scam me” she ends with booping her nose.

days pass by rapidly

riri’s heals clack with the materials of the landing deck. she walks up to the landing shuttle. okoye pops out of the aircraft with her bestie ray trucking behind her.

“ ms. willams I’ve delivered your weird, talkative friend”

“fast and safely thankyou, thankyou, general”

black pants sagging, white tee, white air force 1’s and a shiny necklace on his neck. sticking out like a sore thumb. a classic african american in wakanda. in his left hand is his large suitcase.

finally, they spot each other. ray drops in suitcase immediately, they run and capture each other in a warm embrace. holding each other tight with arms wrapped around each other. unaware to the two shuri is spying above, looking out from the lab window.

‘they don’t have to hug for that long’ shuri sneers out

“ bitchhh you look good” the two down below, began to catch up.

“ no, ray literally missed you so much them calls just wasn’t cutting it no more” riri wipes a dry tear from her clear eyes.

“i knowwww! okay so I look good now, where are we going” ray spins around showing off his outfit

“yeahh, head to show wakanda how we get’s down, yeahhh” a nasty giggle is delivered from the two.

“okay, wait. so first I’m hungry so food, and then after that we can come back change and go out to the club” on queue riri stomach marks a monstrous growl.

“oooooo you got it all planned out for lil ole me” ray is jumping at squealing.

“ but..” riri causes him to stop jumping

“ I did invite shuri with us, she is always cooped up in her lab and I want her to bond with you also.” she nervously says.

“oh girl you had me stressed! yeah I’m down with the queen for sure” “do she know how to party tho?” he whispers, with a nasty smirk riri nods her head.

“umm she can party forsure , hopefully she just has the strength to get out of the lab”

“girl you know what! keep them lil nasty thoughts for later you have to tell me everything later about you and the fucking QUEEN”

they enter the palace, going to ray's guess room

“ oh my god, bitch , this my room?!?”

“ uhh yea something wrong”

“ nah it’s giving black luxury!!! giving i needa find me a lil wakandan man so I can settle down here” he drags out, causing a series of laughter to erupt from the room. they put away the items and head out for food.

“okay so I know you love your nigerian food but we just gonna go by the vibes tonight” riri states while playing with her gifted personal beads

“yeah, I’ll buss it down for sum greens, ANY TIME AND DAY! plus I don’t want to get anything I can get back at home.” he speaks while looking over to what riri is playing with.

finally getting her beads to corporate “ hey baby me and raymonte finna head out for some dinner, after we eat we was thinking about coming back here and getting dressed to go out to the club. I’ll keep you updated if anything changes. also, if you're going let me know! bye, love you.”

pointing to the kimoyo beads, “friend why is you taking to yo bracelet”

“oh these my kimoyo beads i can do a whole bunch with them. video call, regular call, record, do the lil cpr thing with them” ray pokes the beads.

“ oh okay I knew you said wakanda has technological advancements but dang”

“ yeah just wait till you see the rest of the city”

they exit the palace heading to the maglev train.

“ ri where the fuck the rails at omg”

“ ray get on the fucking train please. even if I did explain how it works, you still gone be confused.”

“ I ain’t even mad, you know me so well, I missed you so bad.”

they finally reach the city floor, orange skies complemented the tall building and buzzing streets.

“ you know wakanda give new york but like… without all the bad shit.”

“what the hell is you talking about”

“ new york like the best state kinda right, everyone loves new york. but they got high ass rent, trash, bugs, terrible homes everything is so much for lackluster. wakanda is just like new york but make it no bad shit oh and african- girl why it’s a whole mexican pop up thingy” riri just listens as her friend talks rambles on and on.

“oh since shuri made an alliance with the man namor”

“ wait the the bitch who was tryna murk you??”

“ yeah him, the talokans really like wakanda so some of them bring their food over here so yeah, but wakanda ain’t completely cut off we got food from like every african country and even soul food”

“ oh snap so they still knew the world, but was hiding from it ??? crazy”

“uhhhh yeah and yeah kbbq”

“ohhh okay well ms international want to share a torta?”

“ they got a wakanda inspired one, this beans, meat, and cheese different”

they order the food, sharing the sandwich while exploring the golden city. they stop and see different neighborhoods and downtown and malls.

soon rays legs start hurting so the exploring is cut short.

“ girl, wait, pause, my feet thobbin i need lay down”

“oh look here go the train just in time” they hop onto the maglev making their way to the palace. stepping into the entrance ray goes to his room to rest up and to get dressed, riri goes up to check on shuri. trotting into the lab,she finds it empty, still thinking her lover could be in there, she enters even further.

“shuri you in here” silence greats her.

‘hmm, maybe she’s in her room’

quickly reaching the room, she greats the queen.

“hey baby I’ve been looking for you”

“oh I was up here I stopped working a little early, how was the food?” shuri kisses the small girls forehead pulling her into her lap on the bed.

“ good we shared a torta. sooo that means you coming out with us?”

“uhhh I don’t know all about your friend”

“what baby, you never even met him”

“I’m just saying he’s really close and touch with you” riri gives a look to shuri

“see! I want my money I knew you was gone do this” shuri rolles her eyes at her

“yeah whatever I'm not going” shuri pushes riri off her lap trying to get under the covers. riri goes into the closet pulling out a dress.

“oh baby calm down, that’s just how we are. you have literally nothing to worry about I promise. this is a person that means a lot to me. he’s closer than family.” riri finishes as she slips up the short dress, “can you zip me up”

“wha what your wearing … that” shuri stares at her blankly

“umm yeah? it just a dress you should get dressed” picking up her phone riri calls ray

“are you ready”

“ yeah i’m puting on my shoes right now.”

“okay let me see the fit.” ray turns the camera around towards the full body mirror.

“okay lil gangsta” rounds of high pitch yeahhhs are said.

“yeahhhh”

“yeahhhh! you look good real bad”

“oh ooo lemme see you” shuri is already on edge. riri props the phone up on a dresser and backs away giving a 360

“my GAWD you big booty bit-” shuri slams the phone down ending the call.

“shuri… for real? why you do that” riri says with big pout

“ really…” shuri rolls her eyes at riri’s confusion. shuri zips up her low rise jeans, ready to go.

“you're deadass giving him a 360, I need you, to be for real” riri sends a text message

‘meet me at the club, and go with one of the doras’ she then drops the location

shortly riri and shuri are walking up to the club. shuri’s arm rest around riri’s waist as they walk in. the club atmosphere is surrounded with yellows and browns.

“want a drink love”

“yeah baby and can u get ray some shots of tequila” hesitating she agrees.

the scientist stalks around the club looking for the man, once she spots him she waved him over.

“girl let’s go dance” ray damn near yanks riri out of her heals to her dance floor.

the club is loud, lights bright, speakers blasting music. songs switch fast, at first freak hoe by speaker knockers is blaring. ray naturally turns around to riri and dances on her. creating a small crowd to hype him up. shuri is on her way back to the spot she left riri originally. spotting all the commotion, she makes her way to the dance floor. people naturally parting ways once they look up and see its shuri that’s cutting through. before she reaches the two, ray is still dancing on riri. then the song changes again and city girls is playing, the two irrupt screams.

“do it baby stick it baby suck up on that” riri screams

“WHATTT” ray answers

“until that”

“WHATT”

“hickey baby” they both scream the lyrics in sync, adding their own twist to the song.

riri then begins to dance on ray, in return he catches her as she did to him. riri dress rides up a bit and ray goes to pull it down.

“hold up bookie your dress”

shuri then closes the remaining distance, stepping into riri’s front line of vision. the younger head shoots up at the touch.

“ oh hey baby, ray this is shuri, shuri this is ray”

“heeey miss queen” shuri’s eyebrows rise to the top of her forehead, she didn’t expect him

to be so nice, but she is still pissed.

‘maybe riri was right, well we will see’

“hello good to finally meet you ray, you know since you stole my girlfriend away from me” she passes all the drinks around.

“shuri stop” riri smacks her arm.

ray give a loud cackle, “ms shuri you could have joined us earlier when we went and got some food. i never wanna steal her away from you, even though she was and is my first.”

shuri tries to bite her tongue, but she can't hold back.

“yeah, that’s cute, but I’m who she belongs to, so now what.”

shuri snakes her arm around riri’s waist, causing her dress to ride up. sensing that she then places a hand on her ass giving it a squeeze.

“OOOOO you said she was pressure, BUT GOOD GAWD” ray and riri giggle and geek over shuris possessiveness.

they dance all night, the queen finally letting loose for real. the club is jumping, the room to move gets smaller and smaller. after a few rounds of drinks and shots riri starts to feel the effects. Rihanna’s work seeps into the loudspeakers. as work plays riri grinds her hips on shuri. she turns around placing her hands on her knees fully loosing any shame or decorum. they dance to the beat, as ray tells them he’s going to the bar. riri turns around to put her hands around the queen's shoulder. out the corner of her eye she spots ray. her best friend is seen talking to some tall guy with muscles the too leaning on the bar. she is pulled away from her nosy antics by shuri.

“your lucky i love you for real.”

“I know I’m very lucky, but what made you think that this time”

“your dance on your little friend”

“love it’s my body I can dance on whom I want” they still continue to dance despite the weight on the conversation. work fades in quickie by Miguel.

“I understand that, but it’s just like, why she can’t dance with me, I’m her girlfriend. I’m the one who can make you scream, nobody else can.” shuri tightens the hold on riri’s waist.

“you are mine love, you know I don't sharing what mine love.” the queen snakes her hands down to riri’s core, delivering light touches. she knows the little drivers her insane, continuing, she rubs her clothes clit in circles. riri leans her head back on shuri’s shoulder, releasing moans that the music hungrily swallows. shuri front to riri’s ass, she persists putting the girl through hell, riri can’t wait to rip off her tight dress. the night slowly comes to an end, the boy and the couple slowly walks back to the palace.

“girl wakanda party a lil too hard for lil ole me” the group cackled

“nahh, but I did see that man you was talking to at the bar”

“you always been so noisy, stay otta grown folks business”

“but nah I never got his number, I don’t know if he forgot or that’s just wakanda’s customs”

“It's not”

“well damn, I guess that's it for that then”

they enter the train platform and ray bumps into someone “ooop sorry bookie.”

ray looks up and see it’s the guy from the bar from. feet away, the couple sees them exchange numbers and socials. shocked and amazing at the perfect timing.

walking back to the couple “yeah, yeah! better hind your mans raymonte outside y’all”

they ride the train, walking into the palace.

“oops sorry bookie” shuri repeats in her accent tears in her eyes.

the couple head up to their room. while stripping off her dress riri sparks the conversation back up again.

“but what makes you act that way, you know I love you”

“yeah, but it just doesn’t feel good being selfish. I know it's irrational, but I do try.”

“plus, I just met ray and I thought he was some straight man trying to steal you away!!”

“first of all good thing we both gay” riri laughs at shuri’s misunderstanding.

“and also you really thought I’m gonna give up you! YOU! wakanda, the relationships I’ve built her for some man… ewww!” riri slips out of the dress heading to the shower, shuri in tow.

“even if I was into men, he can’t do nothing. somebody that can’t even cook noodles right ? somebody that calls me when he gets scared of spiders and shit.” riri pulls the nob for the hot water to turn on.

“wow that’s crazy but not too much on bookie okay!” they giggle as their bodies become clean with the soapy suds.

#shuri udaku #shuriri #princess shuri #shuri fanfiction #riri x shuri #shuri #riri williams #shuri x riri #queen of wakanda #wakanda forever #black panther #shuri black panther

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partyanimal167 · 6 months

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The Informant PT 2- Miguel x F!Reader

Wow, so I'm pretty surprised by how much I've gotten into this story. I haven't written a multi-part fic in awhile~ Let's see where things go

Part One

cw: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind

There was a difference between being a nosey gossip and a trusted confidant. It wasn't your fault that people felt safe enough to tell you what they know as a way to get rid of the burden. Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge you carry forever.

Your mind kept going back to the other night's event of meeting Spider-Man. You heard the stories. Who hasn't? He had been in the news solving crimes and catching criminals who were too strong for ordinary cops. Everyone wonder who he was. You somehow got an opportunity to figure that out.

You were lost in your thoughts as you shopped for your personal groceries. Your grandma went on a rant about how you needed to take some time for yourself and not hang around an old woman. 'How else are you going to find a man?' You sighed and placed some tomatoes in your hand basket.

What was it like being Spider-Man? He definitely had resources. It wasn't common for someone to just pop up and ask for your services. You handled things word-of-mouth. Something must have leaked, but you would worry about that later. Apparently, you would be meeting with the hero tomorrow, and you weren't sure how to handle that. Originally, you thought that you might have been set up, but after seeing him fling his webs and even ask about your wellbeing, he seemed like the real deal.

"Hermosa, fancy seeing you here."

You looked up to find one very casual Miguel O'Hara in a simple dark jeans and a fitted white tee. You subconsciously licked your lips. "Miguel, what are you doing around here?" You weren't sure where the man lived, but with a big fancy job you assumed he was in that borough.

The man leaned against the shelves and shrugged his shoulders at you. He had a knowing glint in his eyes as he smiled at you. "Had a day off during the week, so I'm just going through the day." You glanced down and saw he had a few items in his basket.

"Well, my day is definitely nicer seeing you."

Miguel chuckled a little and looked away. "You flatter me."

You winked and shrugged. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Mmm, well how about I take you out tomorrow night. Just some drinks--casual." Miguel went on.

You weren't sure if your ears were deceiving you or not. Of course you liked the flirty banter, but spending some time with the man? Finally! "Oh well maybe, I have some other...thing to attend to. I don't want to keep you waiting." Fuck, you were suppose to meet with Spider-Man! "Actually,"

"No need to explain yourself, bonita. I don't mind waiting for you." Miguel didn't look too disappointed so that was a relief. He smiled before walking away. "Just call me."

You waved and dropped your shoulders. Hopefully things work out.

~~~

Miguel looked below at the deserted park. He watched as you peaked around as you sat. You were on time; he could appreciate that. He was finding little things to appreciate about you from this new light--seeing how you handle him contacting you from a burner and used a number that was definitely not the one he had saved under your name.

He collected his thoughts before quietly swinging to the tree that was above the bench. He was about to jumped down, but you looked up at him with a smile.

"Spider-Man." he replied with your name, and though you looked like you wanted to know how he found that out, you figured it was pointless asking.

He landed on the hard grass and leaned against the tree trunk. "I hope I'm not keeping you from anything." he looked at how you were dressed with loose dress pants that flowed down to your heels and how you hugged a blazer around yourself.

You huffed. "I actually have a hot date after this, so I'm hoping this will be quick."

Miguel felt a sense of pride in his chest. "Hot date? Well I'm sure I can keep some decent company for now." He mused.

You chuckled as you fully turned in the bench and sat on your knees. "This is work. I bet you have a nice bod under all that, but that's not why you're here--to get compliments from a normal civilian."

He liked how to the point you were. "Ah, but you're not a normal civilian. You know things." it was time for business. "So what's your price?"

You grinned as you took in the Spider before you. "A favor." you simply answered.

You could tell he wasn't expecting that answer; his general expression went along with his suit. "A favor? That's all?"

You kissed your teeth and waved a finger. "Favors are important. I get money from these usual thugs of course, but a superhero? You have something others don't."

Miguel wanted you to elaborate more, but he knew when to take things as they are. "Fine then." he straightened up. "There's a new boss in town it seems--Kingpin. What's his deal? Why are people so scared of him?" Why aren't you?

You stood up and walked on the other side of the bench, so you could be closer and lean on its back. "That's the thing, Spidey. He's not new at all. He's been making a name for himself for the past decade. All those big names who threaten you and the cops are all his underlings. He's coming out of the shadows for some reason."

Miguel was a bit taken back and took a moment to process. He let his gaze trail up from your calves all the way to your eyes. They were mischievous. "Do you know why?"

You hummed. "Not really. He has some business going on with the execs at Alchemax, but I don't know the details."

And of course things went back to work.. Miguel groaned internally. There were pros to being at a groundbreaking science company but definitely cons as well. He nodded to himself. "People...know you. Important ones. I need some assurance." He trailed off hoping the silence would state his point.

"I don't know anything about you, Spider-Man. As far as I'm concerned, you're another customer. Others should be able to understand that." You were confident. That was certain, but Miguel wasn't sure still.

"What's keeping you safe?" Danger could find you anywhere. He needed to know what you could do.

You smiled. "I'm protected. Those guys who you used to go to blabbered off to anyone for any piece of change. I have more sense than that." And something to protect. Your phone alarm went off, and you glanced down. "Ah! Well I have to go. Hot date and all." you handed a piece of paper to Spider-Man. "Stay safe out there."

Miguel watched you walk off before something went off in his head. "Yeah, get going Romeo. Or you're going to be more late than she is." Lyla chirped.

...

Miguel sighed in relief as he rushed to the lounge you suggested and saw that you had just arrived. When you both made eye contact, he grinned and saw that you were wearing a cream crop top underneath your blazer. It really completed the outfit.

He ran a hand through his hair as he approached. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually late."

You smiled and shrugged. "It's okay. I got caught up in something." Miguel held out his arm which you took before entering.

The lounge had a chill vibe to it with dim lights and music flowing from vinyl speakers. The first couple of rounds passed easily, and Miguel was trying to get himself to focus solely on your company instead of earlier's conversation. Frankly, he was more intrigued with you knowing you had your own thing going on outside of work. It was to be expected of course, but he wasn't thinking of Nueva's underground. Most people had more...normal hobbies. Not that he was one to talk.

You two were hugged up in a booth--enjoying each other's company, chatting about everything and nothing.

You fiddled with the straw in your drink as you peered into Miguel's eyes. He was delicious eye-candy, and you were shocked that you finally got a chance to see him outside of the day-to-day grind. You had met when you both were just out of undergrad. You had gone back to help your grandmother's business while he was studying for grad school. He always seemed out of reach in that big, fancy tech life, but you were fortunate to still see him thanks to the nature of the food business. Everyone needed to eat, and you were serving up some good food.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, hermosa?"

You grinned a little and shrugged. "Ah, nothing."

Miguel pulled you closer with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your breath hitched a little. "No need to be shy. It's just me."

That's the problem. "Heh, you are not 'just' anyone, Miguel." you corrected as you rested your fingers gently on his chest. It was firm and strong. No, Miguel was definitely not a simple scientist just going through the norm. You knew he had something going on himself; you were curious as to what.

Miguel took your hand a placed a kiss on your wrist. His eyes were hooded. "Neither are you." Somehow, his eyes glowed a bit in the darkness. You always noted a hint of red in them, but it seemed to be real now.

You opened your mouth to speak, but a presence neared your booth. The two of you glanced up to see a tall, lanky older man stand straight in a suit. He had a rugged face that reminded Miguel of the bouncer from when he saw you that night. The man looked solely at you.

"El jefe quiere a hablar con tu. Tenemos una trabaja para ti." he droned at you. (The boss wants to speak with you. We have a job for you.)

Miguel was confused by the sudden situation and was about to intervene considering the language difference when you leaned in his arms and replied. "Eso hombre no es mi jefe. Por favor, no soy una candidanta para contratar." You then turned smoothly and gave sultry to look to Miguel. "Estoy en una cita. Tengo una papi chulo a mantenaer la compania." you winked. (That man is not my boss. Please, I am not a candidate for hire./I'm on a date. I have a handsome man (slang) to keep company).

Miguel was shocked to say the least, but he was also concerned about who was asking for you. And the fact that they knew where to find you.

"Mija, please-," the man went on, and you felt Miguel tense, but you placed your hand on his leg under the table. He seemed to understand your gesture and remained still. The man still didn't even spare him a glance. He seemed to know you considering the endearment. He stared at you for a moment before sighing. "Just stop by. Please. This is more serious than you know." And with that he finally passed a look at Miguel before walking off.

You both were quiet for a moment. You lazily sipped your drink--unsure how to continue. "...sorry if that spoiled the mood."

Miguel blinked before smiling at you. He had so many questions going on in his head. "Where did that come from?" he chuckled.

You turned your head a little though your grin proved you knew what he meant. "What?"

"Aye que linda. You know what."

You covered your mouth as you giggled. "We're in Nueva York. We all need to know a little something to get by." Miguel was impressed even though you had a point. You swirled a finger around the rim of your empty glass. He could tell there was a little something on your mind.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah of course. Just something I gotta take care of." It wasn't quite convincing, but Miguel knew not to push. He wasn't Spider-Man right now. He wasn't supposed to know much about the mobs and slums.

Your chin was gently grabbed and you were turned to face your date. "Don't think I didn't hear your little comment." he grinned.

You returned the expression and chuckled. "I'm glad you caught it." The tension was growing in the air, but you wanted to play a little more. This was a moment where you didn't have to be in control or decide things. Your hand felt just on Miguel's shirt and you tugged a little.

Miguel immediately leaned in and met your eager lips in a kiss. He cradled your face and groaned when you bit his bottom lip. "Ah, I don't think you want to behave," he panted before kissing you some more.

You giggled right against his lips and felt up his abs. "Maybe not, mmm, but we can stop here." you certainly didn't want to, but you needed to go home. That warning wasn't something to ignore really, and you didn't want to drag anyone into your business.

Miguel pecked at your cheek. "Tease." he pouted before standing up and taking your hand. Together, you walked to the bar to pay, but the bartender waved off Miguel once he reached in his wallet.

"The gentleman early took care of it."

"Aye cabron." Miguel muttered. (Oh fucker.)

You laughed and tugged him out the door. "Don't worry. That just means you can take me out another time. To make up for it."

Miguel's eyes softened at the suggestion. You two stood under the overhang as it rained. "Everything is alright, chica?" Miguel asked gently.

You looked at him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "No need to worry about me." Your voice was confident now. But he did worry about you.

Even after your cab pulled up and took you away, Miguel stood and watched it drive off--splashing in puddles and disappearing into the night. Someone was looking for you, and he had a bad feeling he knew who it was.

~~~

If I could flirt with this man in real life, who knows what would come out my mouth.

Thanks for reading! I don't know how soon I will update this bit. I'm kinda considering writing a little nsfw piece probably with a Vampire!Miguel to get some practice in (and celebrate October). I would love to hear some feedback.

See ya next time~

Part Three

#spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #fem reader #black reader #mine #informant #atsv fanfiction #partyanimal167

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osakigitsune · 6 months

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Naruto Kinktober 2023 Day 6: Kitsune

Born into a wealthy, well-established Japanese household, Hinata quickly learned the family and cultural dynamics. However, she was expected to lay low with the rest of her family. There was no reason for her to be flashing their wealth around - luckily, she never had that interest.

—

Staying to herself, Hinata tended to be a loner in college. She was in med school and was on a full ride through her family. Something she hadn't taken for granted. It was infuriating how people treated her due to who she was. Still, she figured they had their own insecurities to battle. She had her own, but they didn't need to know that!

—

Currently lost in her studies, Hinata was utilizing the hours she had left before she ought to turn to bed. Then, she could attend her lab tomorrow and be set for the rest of the week!

"...Hey! - "

Her eyes lift from her notes to his. He was so charming somehow. She couldn’t explain how that was, but she wanted to trust him. Despite his features, she ignored his whiskered face. She assumed it was facepaint, which didn’t make sense, but she didn’t care.

“... Do you need something?”

Taking her hand, he yanks her.

“Come on! I’ve watched you for days, and you don’t do anything fun for yourself! You need to learn how to live a little!”

Hinata’s brows knit together, and she has no words. What did she respond with?

“I’m in school! I don’t know what you want me to say, but your attitude won’t help!”

“All you do is focus on school!”

Releasing her wrist, he takes hold of her bag and begins packing it.

“Now, come on! Let’s do something!”

A smile spread across his lips, and he was ready to take on the town. There was something this girl was hiding, and he would figure that out! Watching everyone at this school, they were so rigid, and some were living on the edge daily. It was something she had to experience for once, and hopefully, that would awaken something in her! She could be more lively compared to living life like a loner.

Mouth agape, Hinata was speechless at this man’s behavior. Never had anyone treated her like this, and somehow thought they could get away with it! A quick inhale, and she jabs him under the rib.

“Leave me alone!”

Magically catching him off-guard, she scoops her bag and sprints out of the library. Who would have thought she would have to use her Kyokushin training? She had thought it was a waste of time, having been taught what her father and those before her were introduced to, but it finally came in handy. Then she didn’t ever wish to use it on anyone either! She felt horrible for attacking that man mere moments before, but when her life was at stake, there was nothing she could do other than attack!

Sprinting across campus and onto the subway, she grasps the nearest pole and pants. Now lost in her thoughts, she didn’t know what she came upon! Who that was, or how to address it? Did she dare go home? Was it safe? Was he following her? She didn’t think so and scrutinizing her surroundings, she didn’t see anyone like him!

Clenching the pole, she drops her gaze onto the floor. She was mortified, and she wasn’t on the brink of death. This was why she liked to mind her business and avoid people. She never knew their intentions. Then she was raised that way, to never trust anyone. That wasn’t fair to those around her - her peers. She strived to be kind and polite, but that only did so much.

—

Stepping off the platform, it had been roughly thirty minutes. Hinata decided to return to her apartment was ideal. No one knew who she was here, and she planned to keep it that way.

She kept to herself, only a ten-minute walk to her place and quietly trailed up the stairs and into her home. Unlocking her door and setting her bag down, she exhales only to be shoved against the wall with a hand against her mouth.

“Shhh. - “

Keeping his hand against her mouth, Naruto peppers her skin with kisses and uses his tails to keep her hands against the wall.

“... I won’t hurt you… I want to have some fun, okay?”

Her pale lilac eyes widen; he couldn’t be serious. Here, he followed her home, but connecting what she was experiencing, he wasn’t just anyone - a yokai. A kitsune. Tears fall down her cheeks, and she’s already dissociating. Why would he want anything to do with her? Weren’t they usually female anyway?!

“... stop struggling; I want to taste you, is all!”

Naruto whimpers, his gaze meeting hers. His hand slips away, and he licks her lips sensually.

“... please… I’ll give you anything…”

Hinata’s brows furrow. She didn’t follow, nor did she want to. Aggravated, she snickers.

“... No. I didn’t ask for this. Now, leave me alone!”

His calm blue eyes switch to something more demonic, and she’s suddenly on the floor.

“... I’ll give you the best night of your life! No other man will be able to touch you like I do!”

“LIAR!”

Naruto’s nose crinkles, and he tears her top, revealing her brallet.

“... I have to have you… I’ll give everything to you.”

“...”

No words left the female's mouth. She didn’t know him or understand what the kitsune could do. Was he aware of the power dynamic he had over her?

“... will you leave me alone after this?... if I let you touch me?”

“No.”

Her lips press together, and she’s stunned by his bluntness. Did he think that would get her to accept his proposal?! Her pale eyes dart through him hatefully. For him to enter her home and attack her was distasteful! Didn’t he have any understanding of his actions?!

“...”

Naruto blankly stares at her. Eyes narrowed in on her, and his tails waving every which direction, he waited patiently for her to give in. He hadn’t ever had anyone bluntly refuse his proposal before!

“... -

Will you let me go now?”

“No.”

Her hands held by his tails, she huffs. There was no way out of this.

“Tell me what you want from me.”

“Your life.”

“...”

He couldn’t be serious.

“I’m not giving you my life.”

“But whyyyy?!”

It was simple. Hinata gave Naruto hers, and he’d do the same. It was an exchange. A foolish one at that, considering who he was.

“... Why? -

I don’t know you, and you, upon meeting me, harassed and assaulted me. Tell me why I should.”

“Because I’m giving everything I have for you!”

“... I don’t think I can believe that.”

Naruto purses his lips and gawks.

“For someone who’s supposed to be so smart, you’re dumb!”

She didn’t know anything about mythology or lore! Or all she knew about it was not to trust Yokai! That had to be it. The younger generation tended to be so ignorant about their mythology that they didn’t believe any of it true!

“... you’re one to talk, kitsune.”

Immediately, Naruto scoffs and grasps her by the jaw.

“I have a name, y’know! Uzumaki Naruto, and I wouldn’t use that if I were you. It’ll only piss me off!”

Quickly swallowing her pride, Hinata nods. There was no way out of this; her only way out was to accept his proposal.

“Fine… but leave me to my studies and my career.”

Again, Naruto’s nose crinkles, and he’s dumbfounded that Hinata would want such a thing. Didn’t she want more out of life?! He could provide that!

“... You’re not doing anything! You’re just sitting there reading books and typing on that device! I can provide you with more than that!”

Hinata shakes her head and doesn’t want more than she indicated.

“... What about I give you the best sex of your life, and you decide from there what you want to do?!”

For someone who called her dumb before, she had to say he wasn’t very knowledgeable.

“... I’m not promising you anything, but do your best.”

Those words triggered him, and he wouldn’t take her shit. Claws digging into her side, he growls.

“You’re going to regret saying that!”

She squirms beneath him and fights the pain of his nails digging into her.

“You’re hurting me!”

He lets go and tears her bottoms off, now revealing her in her lingerie. She was all his, and he would make her regret it all! Grasping her panties, he tears them too and shoves her legs apart, revealing her cunt. Returning to his humlike state, he slips his fingers into her and fucks her with his thumb against her clit, rubbing it profusely.

“I’m going to have you screaming for me, slut! I can see through that innocent demeanor you pull off to everyone else! I can smell it off you!”

Hinata was at a loss and wanted nothing to do with this, but he made her feel good despite tearing her clothes apart. It was humiliating!

“... Wait! Please! Be more gentle!”

“No!”

Naruto snaps. Yanking the fabric between her breasts, he tugs until it breaks apart, revealing her luscious mounds. He needed these… and they were real! She had no idea of how perfect her body was. Fuck. It was arousing! Latching his mouth to her areola, he suckles and flicks his tongue against her growing bud. Moaning against her breast, he stimulated the other with his free hand, fumbling with her areola and nipple.

Listening to her moans was blissful. Naruto couldn’t get enough! Speeding up his penetrating fingers, he craved her climax. Yet, he could sense her battling against her body. Briefly pulling away from her breast, he unlatches and attacks her neck with light nips and kisses.

“Let go… cum for me…”

It was so erotic, hearing him say that. Hinata was supposed to study here, but her mind didn’t care. It was becoming mush anyway. It was what he desired, regardless.

“... ah! - “

Having never experienced something so intense, she didn’t know how to wrap her mind around it all! She had just met him, and already he wanted her to vow her life to him?! And thinking back on it, she did. Was that a mistake?.. But then, no one made her feel this way, and he said he would continue. It could have been what she needed to attend med school and get some relief after her long days. Then, she didn’t know a thing about pleasuring the male body. She had gone down on a guy once, and they fucked, but she didn’t get anything from it! It was rather distasteful when he was the one to take her virginity. She was only twenty-five, but she figured she would find someone her father matched her to or maybe find someone with the same interests! This was nothing like that!

“Naruto!”

His lips curl, hearing his name; it was like music.

“Cum! Cum for me, dammit!”

There wasn’t supposed to be that much resistance. Still, knowing her, Hinata didn’t believe she deserved this or understand the sensations of allowing her body to get the most out of intimacy.

“CUM!”

Instantly, her body lets go, and her cunt clasps around his fingers, milking them. Her back arches, and her eyes roll back. This was her first experience climaxing - not that she would express or say anything to him! It was again humiliating!

Naruto’s fingers slip out of her and pull away from her breast. It was now for the final ceremony of establishing their connection or agreement, but she didn’t need to know that. He would have what he wanted eventually! Undoing his pants and shirt, he stands up only briefly and slides out of them. Hooking his thumbs underneath his boxers, he slides them down and turns toward her, now revealing himself to her. It wasn’t his proper form, but it was enough. If this is how he won her, it was enough for him. However, it may be the form she prefers to be with him. He’d deal with that. He had to.

“... Come.”

Hinata remained on the floor, breathing heavily. It was her first time climaxing, and now she was expected to do more! Then he indicated that she would experience something she never had before or would again with someone else.

“... will you help me? - “

He had to be able to do that? He probably could tell she was so inexperienced, too! It was embarrassing, but he was sticking around, so that meant that they were perfectly fine, moving forward, right?!

Naruto sighs and nods. Slipping his arms underneath her back and legs, he carries her bridal style to her bed and plops her in the center. Climbing over her, he beams.

“You’re not regretting anything, are you?”

“...”

Shaking her head, she gulps. Within moments, he’s inserted himself inside her, and they’re connected. Whincing slightly, she bites her lower lip.

“Be gentle with me…”

Loudly, Naruto laughs, mocking her request. Did she think that she could attain that with him?

“... you expect me to be gentle?... that’s not who I am… I told you I’d give you the best night of your life, and I’m sticking to that.”

Upon hearing that, her hands clench the bed, and she buries the side of her face into the mattress. There was nothing she desired more than to get this done with now!

“...”

Noticing her demeanor change, Naruto grasps her by her jaw and forces his lips against hers. Lustfully, he slips his tongue past her lips and hungrily takes her. Already, he’s begun thrusting into her and establishing his dominance. She wasn’t getting out of this, and he would ensure that.

Taking her wrists, he holds them beside her head and persists in thrusting into her. As long as her attention was directed at him, they would make it out of this! He would ensure that!

Their kiss showed her inexperience, but he eventually left her where she needed to be. He was convinced of that.

Gasping against his lips, Hinata needed air. Pulling away from him, she shifted her face slightly.

“... I’m sorry! Be patient!... I… I can’t keep up with you!”

He had to understand that, or so she hoped that he would!

Naruto ignored her pleas. She could wait! Filled with lust and desire, he slipped one of his hands from her wrist and began fondling her breasts.

“Moan for me, Hinata…”

He leans in and whispers, now tugging her earlobe, he groans. He could feel himself building up; here she was, so fragile! He needed so much more of her!

“Please! I want to hear you! - “

Her chest rises and falls, and she has barely any words left. Naruto was mesmerizing, but she didn’t want to do all of it. It was new ground, something she hadn’t ever experienced. He understood that, right?...

Hinata closes her eyes and moans. It was so exotic, and she didn’t want to connect herself with it, but it only encouraged her lover. Upon hearing her, he quickened his pace and groped her breast more profusely, his forefingers rubbing against her bud.

“... Naruto! - “

Crying out his name, she could feel something building up inside her. It was toward her back around her stomach region and grew. She had felt that before, but this was a bit different. His shaft filled every inch of her, and now he was making haste of that. Then she had to question if that was part of him being a demon. Maybe…

Sensing her loss in thought, Naruto lifts his remaining hand from her wrist and onto her jaw, establishing all contact.

“Tell me you’re mine!”

“...”

Her eyes widen. That had to be what locked them together, but how was she supposed to back out now when they had already done so much?! Besides, he was on top of her; it wasn’t like she could change anything!

“Naruto! Please!”

“Say it! I want to hear it!”

His grip tightens, pressing his hand further down her throat.

“Hinata! I won’t repeat myself! Now say it!”

“...”

Frozen, she’s lost it, and her mind disconnects from what’s happening.

“Please!”

“...”

Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, she left things. There was no point; besides, Naruto would wrap her around his finger later. That was always an option! After she experienced this with him, she would never be able to go to her life before! He could tell her he won her!

“... Then cum for me!”

Her pale eyes burst open, and she was slightly relieved, but she could feel that incident slowing her enjoyment.

“... Then make up for it!”

Naruto’s nostrils flare, and he tackles her neck, biting and nipping at her soft tissue - nothing to break the skin. Switching hands and breasts, he uses his now unoccupied hand to rub her sides and sensually work her up. Hopefully, it would melt her senses, and she would be falling for him again.

“Hinata… I want you to come for me… Do it! -

NOW!”

She didn’t even know him well, and here, her body relented, and her barriers broke to him.

“YES!”

“Now say you’re mine!”

“...”

She didn’t want to say that, but he couldn’t thrust into it nonstop, and it was sending her riling! It was mindboggling, suddenly unable to control her body or what she knew!

“... Hinata! I won’t stop!”

Once more, Naruto speeds himself up and is set on making her cum multiple times if she won’t give in! He would get his way one way or the other!

“CUM FOR ME! HARDER!”

“I AM!”

Screaming, the tears fall harder, and the drool she cannot control. It’s excruciating, but she couldn’t help herself in falling apart!

“SAY IT!”

“!!!”

Her back arches further, and her legs begin shaking. She had lost all ability over herself!

“Please!”

Unfortunately for her, he could control himself regarding this sort of thing, only leading him to go at her harder and more forcefully.

“Not until you say it!”

Realizing that he meant that, Hinata swipes her hand at him, only for it to be meaningless. At that moment, he presses his lips against her and retakes hold of her wrists.

“Let go and accept it, Hinata… I know you love it.”

She's tongue-tied without a chance to breathe or relax from her ongoing climaxing, but this is his plan. To have her give in to him.

“... C’mon. Are you seriously going to keep fighting after I’ve told you I would give myself to you?... A fox keeps his word.”

He nuzzles and executes some chatter-like sound.

At this point, she didn’t know what she had to lose, and giving in didn’t seem as bad as it appeared; then she could be wrong.

“I’m yours!”

Savoring that, he cheekily smiles.

“Say Uzumaki Naruto, I’m all yours!”

Was he serious?! -

“NO!”

“C’monnn!”

At this point, she wanted to get this over with, and hopefully, she wouldn’t ever have to repeat it! It was only for that stupid smell or enchantment, right?! She prayed to Kami it was!

“Naruto Uzumaki, I’m yours!”

“YES!”

She had no concept of how euphoric that was to him! Hearing those words escape her lips, he loses control and returns to the speed he was at before. Thrusting into her madly! He needed this more than anything!

“Look at me!”

Their eyes lock, and he’s in heaven. Instantly, he releases into her with a few final thrusts.

“ FUCK!”

She had no idea how great she was, then he could sense something about her too! She was different, and it was why he desired - craved her.

With his seed emptying itself into him, he leans forward and pridefully growls into her ear.

“You’re mine, Hyuuga.”

#uzumaki naruto #naruto x hinata #naruto #naruto uzumaki #naruto au #hyuga hinata #hinata hyuuga #hinata #hinata hyuga #smut #narutokinktober2023

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 2 years

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Linzin

Sober proposal

MAKE IT REALLY REALLY SWEET AND ADORABLE, SO MUCH LIN ALMOST WANTS TO RUN AWAY IN SHAME.

OKAY I WILL TRY MY BEST. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

And here's Part 5 and on AO3!

Kya ran like she had never run before. She finally figured it out. It wasn't her fault. It was Tenzin's. It was partly her fault- but not nearly as much as it was Tenzin's.

If only the Republic City Police Department wasn't so far away from Air Temple Island.

For someone as free-flowing as Kya, this would have to be the gravest situation she must have found herself in. She hurried and scurried across the bay and to the station. She was a woman on a mission.

All of the officers made note of the racing waterbender, but seeing as she was the daughter of the Avatar, and sister of the Captain's boyfriend, most people knew better than to pay much heed to her strange bustle. Kya was grateful to the ignorance- for one, she had no time to explain, and secondly- she'd be in danger if she was forced to explain.

As soon as Lin's office came into view, Kya didn't even think to knock. This was no time for time for a formality of that sort. Even if she had Lin's wrath to face at first, she would receive forgiveness as soon as she relayed her reasoning behind the intrusion.

She slammed the door open, deciding to lose no time to panting.

"LIN! I misdiagnosed you! It isn't a stomach bug. YOU'RE PREGNANT!"

However, the back of the chair was facing the desk.

Kya finally granted herself a moment to catch her breath. The news was out in the room and the ball was now in her court. Hopefully, Lin hadn't already eaten anything she shouldn't have, but again, knowing Lin, had she even eaten yet?

The chair slowly turned around to face the intruder.

But while she was expecting a face of shock from behind the desk, Kya landed up being the one whose jaw dropped to the floor.

"What did you say?" Came the whisper.

Kya's eyes blew open, "Tenzin!?"

Oh dear, what had she done? She should've thought this through- why would Lin's chair be facing away from the desk? Stupid, stupid, stupid-

"What are you doing here?" She shouted.

"Me?" Tenzin shook his head, "It's my girlfriend's office! What are you doing here?"

"Obviously delivering some very important news about your girlfriend!" She folded her arms in front of her chest.

Tenzin stood up slowly, trying to alleviate the shock of this moment so that he could process the shock from what he had just heard. He walked up closer to Kya, shaking slightly in half disbelief and in half fear of having heard it wrong.

She took his obtuse demeanor in, realizing what this means for him. She gave him a relaxed smile, hoping he'd let it comfort him and said, "She's pregnant, Tenzin."

Bingo. He smiled.

"And it might be yours."

Aaaaand there's that frown. Now he was back to normal.

"What are you doing here though?" She finally asked.

"I was going to propose," He seemed to not believe his own words, "And- I guess- Yeah! This.. Is... Happening! She's pregnant!" He suddenly jerked up, "I'm going to propose. You need to leave!"

As soon as he started directing Kya back towards the door, she shoved him off.

"First of all, are you really proposing in her office?" She slapped the back of his head gently. Gentle enough to force a grunt out of him though.

"No, I'm taking her out to lunch. I have a whole day planned for us, so you need to leave! You can tell her after-"

"No! I need to tell her first, Tenzin! She has been sick for a whole week and I don't want her doing anything she should really be avoiding in her condition!"

"Oh- I'll take good care of her," He started leading her back to the door.

This time she elbowed his ribs, heavy with the sarcasm, "Of course, since you're the one who irresponsibly got her pregnant in the first place!" She pulled him away from the door with her and softened her voice, "You know Lin- you know she likes do things her way and if you try controlling anything, she's not going to like it and she'll be suspicious. And then you can kiss your proposal goodbye!"

"Kya please!" He held her hands up in front of him, almost begging, "It's been a year. Exactly a year today actually."

Something about his sobriety made her snort. She burst out laughing.

Tenzin turned his usual grumpy red.

"This is not funny!"

Kya managed to get her words out despite hysterics radiating through her body. Spirits, he'd turn redder if she laughed any more, "How do you forget whether or not you proposed, Tenzin?" She bent down in half trying to curb her laughter, "I mean, fine, sure, Lin might've been asleep. What were you doing? Dreaming? Teleporting to the spirit world-"

"Kya!" He grumbled, "Please. I was drunk and so was she and now it's high time. I need to propose. I even have the betrothal necklace with me. Just-" He sighed, "Please wait it out? Just let me ask her and then you can tell her."

Kya wiped a tear now, finally relaxed, "Tenzin, as a healer, I need to let her know of her condition first thing."

Tenzin plopped himself onto the couch clumsily and Kya followed after him, looking poised beside him.

"I'll give you fifty yuans to push your news until after my proposal."

Something inside Tenzin had clicked: he had lightened up. He was going to be a father. Father to Lin's child. They were going to be a family. This child would be the foundation of the life he craved so badly with her for years. It was all finally happening.

"Make it two hundred, and you have a deal." She chirped back.

"Fine." Tenzin snorted, pulling out the monetary notes from his pocket to hand it to her.

"Although..." Kya pondered, snatching the money, "Why do you want to go first so badly? Even after knowing what you know now."

"I-" Tenzin cringed at his thoughts, "I don't want her to think that the proposal has anything to do with me getting her pregnant. And I'm afraid she'll just say yes if she knows I knocked her up."

Kya guffawed, "Exactly! She'll definitely say yes! Don't you want her to say yes, you lychee nut?"

But before Tenzin could respond, the door to the office swung open harshly. Whoever was opening the door seemed reckless about their boisterous action. Someone who certainly knew where they were. Someone entering with a purpose.

"AH! What are you two doing here?" Asked the surprised voice.

Or someone who just didn't care where or what they were walking in to.

"Bumi?!" The two of them exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

"I just got arrested." He shrugged.

"First thing in the morning?" Kya asked with shock.

Tenzin saw her shock and topped it, "What even for?"

"Public micturition and intoxication." He sounded through a casual yawn.

"Wha-" Came the unanimous confusion, "Why were you- You're not even that intoxicated!"

"No, I'm not." Bumi shrugged happily, "I took a couple of swigs once they found me."

"Why would you-"

"Would you rather I got arrested for peeing in public while sober?" He countered.

"Well, fair, I guess." Kya stood up along with Tenzin, uncertainty avid in her voice.

"And what are the two of YOU doing here?" He continued.

She glanced over at her little brother and then at her older, who was waiting for an answer. She sighed, but then quickly perked up and smiled, "Tenzin is going to propose to Lin and I'm here to let her know that she's pregnant."

"LIN IS PREGNANT!" Bumi screamed.

"SHHHH!" The two of them hushed him.

"Lin is pregnant!" He cheered in a whisper, "I'm going to be an uncle! To a sweet, little baby who might be mean, but also knows nothing-" His face dropped, "That's too much- I can't handle that kinda-"

"Bumi, can you relax? It's not your child!" Kya scolded.

The non-bender shook his head. Tenzin wasn't freaking out, so neither did he have to. He immediately composed himself and got into strategy mode, "Okay, so you two go first so that she's in a good mood and then we can tell her I got arrested.. or actually," He continued as the two of them sighed in defeat, "Knowing Lin, I doubt she'll like the idea of being pregnant or married to an airhead. Why don't I go first so isn't in a bad mood-"

"No, no, no!" Kya interrupted, "I need to-"

"Both of you! Let's follow the natural order of things and let me go first. Proposal, pregnancy and then perjury!"

However, Bumi had yet another strategy in place, "What if we all delivered a different thing?"

The two of them looked at him with minor interest. So he started, "Tenzin can tell Lin she's pregnant, Kya can go to jail- you know, since you've done that a lot, and I can propose to Lin," He had a devilish smile on his face now, "Since Tenzin already tried once and failed."

"You're not proposing to my girlfriend!" Tomato Tenzin was making a reappearance.

"And I'm not going to jail for you!" Kya scoffed, "I go to protests and then get arrested and they're always for a good cause!"

"Yeah? Do you even remember what the last protest you got arrested for was about?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, but-"

"Focus!" Tenzin shouted, "Lin is going to be here in seconds. I need you both to leave so that I can sweep her off her feet with my proposal. And then, we can give her the baby news and then we can deal with Bumi's adult-baby problems!"

Unfortunately though, within just a mere more seconds of chaos in deciding which of the three siblings got to go first, drawing no actual consensus, the office door flung open once more.

This time it was Captain Lin Beifong and she was flabbergasted to find all three of them there.

"What's going on here?" She placed one hand on either side of her hips and glared down her nose at the great Avatar's progeny in front of her.

Despite having zero common grounds established throughout this encounter, two of the three of them experienced some kind of unification and together spoke up, throwing the third under the satobus, "Bumi got arrested."

"HEY!"

As it turned out, Bumi getting arrested for the pettiest of things was just the least of Lin's concerns that day. There had already been one too many arrests, leading to an overcrowded jail, which meant that Bumi was freed before he was even put behind bars. It didn't help that Tenzin had been overly needy that day, buzzing around and following her everywhere she went. For some reason, he had decided that leaving Lin alone for even a second was a terrible, terrible idea- so the Captain had absolutely no privacy- despite her many pleas for the same.

Eventually, Tenzin had to cross off one thing after another on his proposal plan. No picnic in the park, no lunch at Kuong's, no tea and snacks from their favorite hawker, and finally, since most restaurants had closed by night, he couldn't take her out to a romantic dinner either. It was true, Lin worked too hard, too tirelessly despite what her body had been trying to tell her for the past week. However, with Tenzin knowing what was going, rather growing inside of her, he was able to manipulate her into somewhat taking care of herself.

Kya had no choice but to entrust Tenzin with making sure Lin was okay. It couldn't be too horrible to let her think she had a stomach bug for one more day until Tenzin got to propose. But the next day had to be when Lin found out what was going on in her own body.

Tenzin did a haphazard job hiding the dejection from his failed plans from Lin. She was aware that there was something going on with him, but between her work and her frequent trips to the restroom to evict everything up and out her mouth, she found it taxing to bring it up. She just wanted to go back to the Island with him and rest it out for the night. She was inexplicably exhausted, and while Tenzin's hovering may have been annoying at first, she was grateful for his company and the comfort she so desired on such an awful day.

At the end of it though, when it was finally time to call it quits, Lin held his hand as the two of them silently made their way to the roof of the station. It was cool and breezy, but not bitingly so. Oogie was lying there in between sleep and yawns when Tenzin pet his nose to awaken him.

"Come on, big guy." He said softly, "We got to get home now."

Oogie blinked the slumber away from his eyes following another massive yawn, before he shook his head and got on his feet.

Tenzin had his arm around Lin's back, tangling his fingers through hers at her other side. While he was grinning away, amused by his sleepy best friend, Lin wore a tiny smile on her face, the first of the day, as she absolutely adored the animal.

Oogie crawled over in front of Lin, begging for a pet on his nose from her too. But just as Lin extended her arm out, Oogie bumped his nose into her belly, pushing her back a touch.

"Whoa there, big guy." Tenzin stepped forward, "Careful. We have an extremely tired girlfriend with us."

Lin only curled into Tenzin's arm, resting her head under his chin as together, they stroked Oogie's nose gently. However, Oogie was hell bent on touching Lin's belly with his nose again. Of course, Tenzin knew what the sweet sky bison was sensing, but he couldn't let the furry guy be the one to let her know.

"Come on, Oogie." Lin smiled lazily, "It's just a stomach bug. I'll be fine in no time."

Tenzin placed a protective hand on her belly and returned her smile, "Yeah. It'll be out soon, Oogie."

Lin turned to Tenzin in amusement, but let out a giggle instead of saying anything. She stroked Oogie with one hand, combing through his coarse fur as a bunch of it entangled itself in her fingers.

"Someone's shedding more than I am, it seems." She commented with a smirk.

"Maybe Oogie's more stressed out than you." Tenzin smirked, kissing her temple quickly.

Oogie shook his body, let loose a pound or so of his fur into the wind. Tenzin was right, in part, Oogie was stressed; his young, tiny humans were together going to be having a tinier one of their own.

The two of them climbed on top of Oogie's saddle and just as they cozied up in a corner, the bison took flight, scattering some more of his fluff into the wind behind them. Lin curled up into Tenzin's embrace as she always did when she was flying, and Tenzin held on to her tightly, one hand unconsciously on her belly.

"This bug is the worst," She sighed, "I can't believe I'm motion sick too."

"Oh are you going to-"

"No, I'm just dizzy." She exhaled into his neck, "I'll be fine. Remind me to ask Kya for some medication for this tomorrow. I can't keep going like this."

"Mmhmm." He didn't know what to say.

After a few silent moments in each others' embrace, something stirred inside Tenzin. Even though all his plans for the day had failed, having the love of his life in his arms at the end of it didn't quite feel like as much of a loss. She was warm and cozy in his ensconce, eyes closed and relaxed; feeling safe far from the ground.

"Lin?" He nudged her by touching his nose to her head.

"I'm awake," She smiled, "Just resting my eyes."

"I love you so much, you know?"

"That would explain why you were following me around like a lost polar bear puppy all day." She smirked without opening her eyes, "It would be plain creepy if you weren't in love with me."

Tenzin chuckled and pulled her closer into himself, "You remember this time last year?"

"Mmm," She hummed, "Weren't we on vacation?"

"Yes." He kissed her hair, "We got really wasted."

"Yeah, I don't remember a thing from that night other than riding on Xinyi. Her flight is just as smooth as Oogie's."

Oogie bellowed happily at the sound of his name, making the two of them laugh.

Tenzin clutched on the betrothal necklace that was placed safely in one of the pocketed folds of his robes and made up his mind. He didn't need a perfect moment. Every moment..

"... I spend with you is a perfect moment." He began.

Lin moved away from him, but when he looked at her face, her eyes were blown wide in fear. She looked like she was about to say something- something urgent.

"Tenzin, I'm going to-"

And there it was. Lin projectile vomited all over him and his perfect moment. Luckily, Tenzin didn't take this in response to what he had to say.

"I'm so sorry!" She cried, "I don't know- I'm so- I hate-"

Tenzin quickly hushed her, "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're sick and you're tired, it happens- you're-"

"No!" She whined, "I don't even know-"

"Shhh." Tenzin whispered, reaching his arms out to her carefully, "We're almost home and-"

Lin shoved a bunch of Oogie's fur onto Tenzin's body to wipe whatever she could in some kind of frantic haste. He helped her get most of it off of them- thankfully, there wasn't much to begin with anyway- though, it was enough for Lin to feel embarrassed.

However, it didn't ruin any of the magic from Tenzin's moment, at least not for him. The necklace was still inside his pocket, and his feelings for Lin had only grown throughout the day.

Just as they were done wiping off his robes, Oogie carefully descended onto the grass outside his stable. Tenzin held Lin close to him and hopped off, using his airbending to break their landing. The sky bison roared and yawned once more before heading inside.

"I'll just go tuck him in. You wanna come with?"

Lin nodded and followed behind into the stable. Oogie went to his usual spot and immersed himself under the mixture of his shedded fur and hay. She went up to the front of the animal and rested her nose against him, giving him gentle kisses while Tenzin grabbed the pale of water from the hose on the side. The two of them paid no mind to the airbender, who bent the air to create a fluid with the water and clean his robes up. He certainly couldn't pull out the necklace while his folds may have Beifong barf running through them.

Lin extended her arm to the side when she noticed Tenzin walking up them, all cleaned up. He fell into Lin's embrace and onto Oogie's face trying to catch some of the kisses his girlfriend was laying on the fluff. Lin giggled and alternated between kissing Tenzin and Oogie's face until she fell into his embrace. The sky bison yawned again, dropping them both onto the hay-fur mix under him; creating a soft landing for the lovers.

"Sorry I threw up all over you." She grinned.

"I wouldn't have anyone else throw up on me, love." He smiled back, "I mean it."

Lin laughed. She had the most infectious laugh he had ever heard.

"Besides that though, I'd never want anyone else in my arms this way, covered in fur, sweat, water, puke and hay. I'd never want anyone to hold meaning to my life the way you do, come what may."

"Tenzin-" Her face grew serious like his tone.

"I mean it. I'd never be able to love anyone nearly as much as I love you."

He cupped her cheek with one hand to turn her face towards his. He looked deep into her eyes. This was it. This was the moment.

"And I you, Tenzin, I love you." She beamed.

"So, Lin Beifong," He began, "Will you do the honor of making me the happiest by letting me be the only man you'll ever throw up on?"

Lin scoffed, but then she snickered. So Tenzin continued, bringing his other hand into his pocket, "Will you-"

Lin's jaw would've dropped had she not immediately fallen into hysterics. You see, with the amount of hay and fur they had been lying in ever since they left the city, Tenzin's pocket had saved some of its own. So when he pulled out what he thought was the betrothal necklace he had spent months working on, he also brought out with him a comically large amount of Oogie's fur.

She laughed again; in what was the most infectious laugh to his ears. Giving in to her completely, Tenzin burst out laughing too. The two of them spent the next few minutes digging out the necklace from amidst the fur. It sure was the best unwrapping Lin could've asked for.

When the ochre ornament adorned in deep blue sapphire and rich green opal stones was finally visible, Lin pulled her hands away.

This was the moment Tenzin had been waiting for. It was their moment.

"Will you marry me?" He whispered delicately.

Lin's eyes had turned glassy just looking at the way Tenzin held up the necklace. He had certainly put a lot of work into it. The gems meticulously arranged to form the air nation symbols within the earth kingdom sigil in alternating colors. It wasn't just a betrothal necklace- it was a jewel by itself; a jewel of Tenzin's creation.

Lin ran her hand over the pendant softly and moved her gaze onto Tenzin's expectant eyes.

"Obviously," She cried, "Yes, Tenzin, yes. I will marry you."

Another yawn sounded out of Oogie as the couple giggled, giddy with excitement as he fastened the necklace around her neck. It graced her neck beautifully; with the opals bringing out her eyes. The ochre complemented the yellow of her uniform perfectly while the blue was reminiscent of the waves the flew over so often.

"I guess, second time's the charm then, yes?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," He considered, when suddenly an alarm went off in his head, "LIN! YOU REMEMBERED?"

She laughed hard this time.

"Only airheads forget their own proposals, Tenzin."

He scoffed, "Why didn't you say anything? I- I thought you fell asleep when I asked! I couldn't remember if I did it and I was certain you didn't as you always maintained!"

"What was I to say? You already asked? I didn't want to ruin the surprise you'd been working so hard on." She smiled politely, caressing his cheek, "I did say yes when you asked me the first time though. But you had fallen asleep."

"So we spent a year pretending like neither of us knew about the proposal?" He shook his bewildered head.

"That is correct." She snorted.

"Gosh, Lin." He nuzzled into her neck, "We could've already been married by now!"

"Well, you're the airhead and I'm just not easy to surprise." She shrugged within giggles.

Tenzin picked her up and turned on his back, placing her on top of him, "Oh, I am yet to surprise you, Captain Beifong. Just you wait."

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jackrrabbit · 3 years

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open season thirsts [3/?] /// Dabi x f!Reader (18+)

Request: my darling sara dm’d me this request for halloween-themed dabi creeping on poor innocent reader <3

@printhes ily for getting me to make a halloween playlist in fucking september. your mind unparalleled. this is just a drabble but i’ll consider continuing it for real halloween…

Tags/warnings: stalking, mentions of alcohol/drinking, drugging, angel costume ok ok

everything seems a little more spooky on halloween.

your mouth tastes like cranberry juice and white rum and bacardi breezers and you wonder if it stained your lips red. the halloween party you were at was fun, but you shouldn’t’ve had that fourth drink…and you shouldn’t’ve said you’d walk home alone. it’s cold. you didn’t bring a jacket because you thought it would ‘ruin the outfit’, or something—and hey, 5-hours-ago-you has a point. this year you decided you were going to be an angel for halloween, and you don’t own anything that fits over the wings.

still. damn it, why didn’t you bring something to change into? sure, you’re probably not the only pretty girl stumbling down the sidewalk in a too-short costume and too-high heels past midnight on october 31st, but the stretch of pavement you’re walking down is weirdly deserted. no fellow post-party walk-of-shamers, no random teens in ribcage t-shirts smoking in huddles, not even the perpetual annoying men who seem to think yelling about your tits as you pass by should be taken as a compliment.

you don’t know this area of the city well—you took the bus here, and by the time you left the party the buses weren’t running anymore. according to google maps your place is less than a mile away, but everything around here looks unfamiliar. chain link fences, brick walls, rows of iron grating covering closed storefronts. you pass a club you’ve never heard of and hear a snatch of the music pumping from inside—‘this is halloween’, the marilyn manson version. so stereotypical...the clubs have to stick to the theme, right? they played this song at your friend’s party too, and now it’s going to be stuck in your head for weeks.

but the music’s fading into the background now, and the only thing you can hear is the clickclickclick of your shoes against the concrete and the buzzing of the streetlights overhead. mist is hanging low and thick in the air, seeping through the thin satin of your slip and lifting cold sweat onto your skin. the dark feels darker than usual. you check your phone for the dozenth time since you started walking…

no signal.

that’s weird, isn’t it? the neighborhood you’re passing through has gotten steadily more residential than urban, but it’s not like you’re in the middle of nowhere. you stop dead, hold up your phone and turn in a tight circle, trying to coax out a few bars of data.

nothing. damn it. well, you know you have to keep walking in this direction for a while. hopefully if you go far enough, you’ll get somewhere you recognize. you take a step forward, making for the next orange halo from the streetlight at the end of the block.

god, it’s so quiet. shouldn’t there be—like, a dog barking or something? a couple yelling at each other, crappy teen music from a house party, some kids snickering to each other while they TP their principal’s house—something. it’s halloween, for fuck’s sake. it shouldn’t be this quiet. it’s making you imagine things…

…like another set of footsteps behind yours.

click. the heel of your strappy white pump hits the sidewalk. click. you take another step. thud.

you’re imagining things. you stop in your tracks again and twist around to look behind you. there’s no one there, just the blue-black expanse of sidewalk disappearing between the trees. you’re just imagining it.

you start humming. just to have something to listen to that isn’t your shoes and your own nervous breath. as predicted, that fucking song is stuck in your head, so you start murmuring the lyrics quietly.

“come with us and you will see—“

keep going. keep walking. the house next to you is decorated like a 9-year-old’s halloween fantasy—big inflatable jack-o-lanterns lit from the inside, plastic bats hung on strings over the stairs, cotton batting stretched out to look like cobwebs. there’s even a hunched-over witch mannequin sitting on the porch swing with an empty bowl in its hands, the kind of thing you’re sure would bust out a terrifying animatronic cackle if a kid got too close. the next house has foam gravestones sticking out of the yard. the next house has gigantic purple-striped stuffed spiders twined into the trees near the entrance, and the next house—

“—scream in the dead of night—“

the light overhead flickers.

someone’s behind you.

you heard it for sure this time. footsteps, not yours. and the sound of someone flicking a lighter on. you’re not sure why that knowledge makes you shiver—weren’t you wondering why the hell no one else was on this street just a few minutes ago?—but you pick up the pace, almost skipping in the direction of the next light down the block.

don’t look back, you think. maybe you’re still imagining it, maybe the atmosphere is getting to you and you’re nervous for no reason. keep singing. “—everybody’s—everybody’s waiting for the next surprise—“

someone laughs—low, a man, mocking—but don’t think about that. your heart is beating like crazy, fuck, you’re an idiot, who walks home alone on halloween while dressed like the sluttiest angel since lucifer? damn it—your little white slip is riding up on your thighs and you smooth it down with cold damp palms. you can’t run in these shoes, not really, but you want to. he’s probably just passing by. he probably thinks you’re an idiot for running away. you’re being really rude, it’s really—you’re panting—

you hit the circle of light and the rush of adrenaline from being able to see around you makes you pause, turn involuntarily behind you to look for him. but once again, there’s nothing there. maybe you really were dreaming it up. maybe you’re too tired or you’re drunk or maybe you’re losing it.

either way, it’s time to call a damn uber. no more walking in the dark in a nightdress and fluffy white wings. you shrug your phone back out of your purse to check if you have signal yet—one bar, but the map isn’t loading. it feels quiet again and you realized you must’ve stopped singing so you pick up where you left off while you twist around again seeking a better connection. “something’s coming…no, what is it? something’s waiting now to pounce and how you’ll—“

“scream?”

weight on your shoulders. you whip toward the yellow streetlight and he’s in front of it. he’s dressed up, you think dazedly, he’s dressed up for halloween—dark eyes dark hair all those piercings and his face—but then your brain catches up and you try, you try to scream, except a hand is folding something over your mouth and pinching your nose shut and he’s squeezing around the grip you have on your phone until the pain is unbearable and you have to drop it—

you hear it hit the ground. your phone. it probably cracked. but you can’t look, can’t check, can’t bend down. how are you supposed to? a man, a man has you, he has you. the cigarette hanging out of his mouth glows blue and then a cloud of bitter smoke hisses out into your eyes.

his face. god, that has to be a costume, it has to. you need to breathe but he’s holding a damp rag over your mouth like some movie villain but you need to breathe. you shove a fist into the hard muscle of his torso and nothing happens. could you kick him? your legs feel shaky.

you make a whimpering sound and the corner of his mouth curls up into a smile. “are you trying to fight?”

your lungs are screaming. you need oxygen, your head is starting to spin. air rushes into your lungs before you even realize you’ve taken a breath and it tastes wet and warm and sickly sweet. he adjusts his grip so he’s holding you more securely, ready to lift you up when you fall. feels warm against him. you’re already getting dizzy but you shake your head, push weakly against the dark fabric of his shirt.

“save your strength, angel,” he laughs softly. one of those horribly scarred hands cups the side of your face where you’re staring up at him and he pinches your cheek. “…you’re gonna need it.”

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ohpuckthat · 2 years

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Spooky... (Auston Matthews)

For Anon. Sorry, it's a little short 😕

Laying back on the couch, I relished in my free day. I had been working my ass off all week and decided to take a day off and enjoy a long weekend. October was always a weird time for Auston and me. He was extremely busy trying to get back into the swing of things. With him out of the house, I've been working especially hard but I was starting to feel burnt out.

All day, I had been catching up on some mindless reality tv, cuddling with Felix, and turning off my brain. What I wasn't expecting was the onslaught of calls I was about to get. it all started with a frantic phone call from my mother.

"Oh honey, it's great to hear your voice."

"Yeah, it's great to talk to you too mum. What's up?" I asked, confused at her relieved tone.

"Honestly hun, we heard you had died."

"Mom, what?"

"Your dad was offered countless condolences on our loss at work. It's all over the internet." She said, sniffling through tears.

"What the-" I started under my breath. "Mom, will you give me a minute?" I asked, feeling my phone vibrate against my ear.

"Of course. I'll let everyone here now you're alive and well. Hopefully, that'll help a bit."

"Yeah, thanks, mom. I'll call you later." I said, changing from one phone call to the next.

People from work, friends from school, and people from the Maple Leafs organization. Before I could text Aus, I heard the keys in the lock and the door swing open.

"You didn't fucking call." He let out a breath, dropping his bag at the door. He ran over and hopped onto the couch next to me, pulling me into his side.

"I couldn't. People wouldn't stop calling me. Every time I went to call you, I had another call coming in. I didn't mean to scare you at all. I'm sorry."

"It was definitely a weird conversation with Dubas."

"He called me too. What'd he say?"

"He wanted to warn me that there were rumours about your death but that he talked to you and you were fine."

"Well, that's nice."

"You should probably post something. End the phone calls." He laughed, pointing at my phone that had rung four times since he came home.

"Can you post something too? Most of the headlines go along the lines of 'Leafs star Auston Matthews girlfriend dead?'."

"For sure. Smile." He laughed, shifting on the couch to take a picture of the two of us.

I then laid my head on his lap as we both posted everywhere we could that I was still alive and kicking. Just like that, the phone calls had ended but the dms started. I looked up at Auston before looking back at the phone, watching the numbers go up.

"God, I'm tired," I whispered, curling closer into him.

"Go put your pyjamas on. I'll order some food and we'll watch a movie."

"Thank you," I muttered, getting up and walking over to our shared room.

I changed into a pair of pyjama pants and one of Auston's shirts. As I went to grab my phone from the bed, the sheets came up with my hand and gave me an idea. Grabbing the sheet off of the bed, I threw it over my head and snuck out of the room. Once I got my bearings, I started running down the hall and making spooky noises.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm deeaad." I laughed, saying it in a stereotypical ghost voice.

"Shut up." He chuckled, picking up his phone and taking another picture of me. "Are you done?"

"Yeah." I moaned, lifting the sheet above my head and letting it rest on my shoulders.

"You're cute."

"Thanks." I winked, sitting down next to him. "What a day."

"It's not every day you get a death hoax. How many phone calls did you get?"

"Too many to count. I thought I'd have a relaxing day but there was so much talking today." I yawned, laying my head on his lap again. He shuffled slightly, getting comfortable and running his fingers through my hair. "But there was one good thing about today."

"And what was that?"

"I got to talk to a bunch of people I haven't talked to in forever." I grinned, looking straight into his eyes. "Oh! And-"

"There's an and?"

"Yup. I think I figured out my next Halloween costume."

#auston matthews imagines #auston matthews imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #austonmatthews

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agentmaxa · 3 years

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Running Home (Krashlyn x Reader) Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

As usual sorry for any mistakes, please enjoy.

“... Heath you’re looking good for this week’s weigh-in. Press you’re at a good spot as well...”

Y/n rolled her eyes as their Coach revealed to the team your weight in total, in fat, and in muscle. And reprimands you in front of everyone if you need to fix one of them.

“Y/n... you’ve dropped in all of them but especially your body fat. If this is some type of revenge for the problem you and I have, drop it. And get those back to normal.”

“You wish you were worth that kind of revenge.”

Y/n comment wasn’t meant to be a quiet one but it wasn’t shouted either. So Coach heard it and said, “Something you wanna say L/N?”

“You heard me.” The rest of the team was in shock, none of them expecting this behavior from the normally calm Alpha.

“Laps L/n until you want to act like an adult and be a part of the team.”

“Because it’s so mature of you to send your problems away until it fixes itself.”

Y/n felt the sarcastic comment roll off the tongue as she walked to the outskirts of the field and started doing laps before Coach could say anything.

Tobin and Christen look at each other baffled, noticing almost all of their teammates in the same state.

-----

The couple followed Y/n after practice, thinking Y/n would just go back to her flat but they were shocked when Y/n kept going to the beach.

Before Y/n got to the sand Y/n took off the shoes, walking across the sand. Heath and Chris did the same.

Y/n then rolled up her pant legs, feeling the cold water wrap around them. Y/n didn’t mind the feeling, loving the ocean as much as Ash did.

Christen and Tobin just watched Y/n, Tobin took a picture of Y/n and sent it to her. Y/n ran her hands through her hair, hearing the sound of the phone in her pocket.

Y/n pulled it out to see a message from Tobin and when she saw the photo Y/n turned around and saw the two.

“What are you two doing here?”

“Maybe we should be asking you that, Y/n.”

Y/n let out a huff saying, “I just needed a minute to forget where I was. Maybe get back to my roots. It isn’t the same though.”

“What was that with Coach by the way?”

“Oh come on, he deserved it.”

“Believe me, I know. It just wasn’t like you.”

It was silent for a minute before Y/n said, “This isn’t an ideal time to bring it up but can I stay with you guys the last week of the season? The person I’m renting the flat from is an ass and won’t let me out in the middle of the month.”

“Yeah, maybe you can help us plan the wedding.” Christen gave a playful side-eye to Tobin.

“I’d love to help.”

-----

Y/n cracked her neck, trying to relax while feeling the tension in the locker room, Y/n got up and started pacing, feeling the pressure for this game.

Tobin and Chris recognized this, remembering what Ali and Ash always did for Y/n when she was this nervous.

Y/n kept pacing but abruptly stopped when Christen was in the way.

Y/n was about to walk past Press and continue but when Chris held out the headphones Y/n looked skeptical.

Chris gave a small smile before slipping them onto the Alpha’s head.

Guiding Y/n to the locker, Chris looked at Tobin who had started to play the music. Y/n’s eyes widened, stomach tightening. Y/n took off the headphones as fast as possible without breaking them.

“I’m going to get some air.”

Christen barely heard Y/n before Y/n took off to get out of the locker room.

Tobin had been recording the entire time. To hopefully show Ali and Ash, Y/n was relaxed before the game but now she debated showing them out of concern.

Y/n tried to catch her breath, leaning against the wall. Suddenly feeling sick like she did a few days ago.

Trying to keep mainly water she had been drinking the whole day to keep hydrated, Y/n forced herself to breathe deeply.

Back in the locker room, Christen debated going after her while Tobin decided to send the video.

Tobin saw Y/n’s phone light up. Taking a moment to admire the photo as the screen saver; it was Ali on a surfboard, Ash behind her while Y/n was smiling in the water after Ash had probably pushed her off her board.

Heath broke out of it when the phone rang for the last time, texting the two that Y/n left her phone behind.

Y/n’s body started shaking while another wave of nausea overcame Y/n.

Y/n tried again to calm down but feeling faint Y/n collapsed to the floor. Back against the wall, feet out, Y/n finally felt like it was possible to get her bearings.

“You okay, Y/n?”

Y/n looked over to Christen’s voice, weakly nodding.

“Yeah I just needed a minute.”

-----

All Y/n saw was red when Tobin went down.

Jogging to the player that knocked her down Y/n realized that it was the same player that took Christen down.

“Hey! Pup!”

The player looked at Y/n and rolled her eyes.

Y/n got in her face, “What’s your fucking excuse now?! Have you gone blind?!”

The player tried to look unaffected by Y/n but it was hard to not cower at the power in her voice.

“You’re friend should have just gave up. She saw me coming for the ball so back off.”

Y/n snarled, at the pathetic force of submission. Then giving the alpha a taste of her own medicine.

The pup fell on her knees, shuttering at the older Alpha’s sent.

Y/n knelled down, almost hovering over the alpha, “What’s wrong? Can’t handle it pup?”

Y/n stood up, stopping her scent. Getting ready to turn around she heard the player say, “You miss your mates so much you had to resort to forcing me to submit?”

Y/n forced herself to keep walking while the Alpha in her wanted to turn around and rip that player’s throat out.

Jogging towards Tobin, Y/n saw the medic team with the stretcher.

Y/n heard the ref giving her a yellow card with a heavy warning while she looked at Coach. He looked disappointed but also frustrated he’ll probably have to sub three players.

Tobin, there was no question.

Christen, maybe but she’ll definitely be stressed not being with Tobin right now.

Y/n? He wanted to leave in one piece tonight.

-----

Pacing around the flat, Y/n had debated on calling Ali and Ash, let alone what she would say to them.

Y/n jumped when the phone went off, walking over to it, seeing that they had forced her hand.

“Hey, you two, long time no see.” Y/n gently smiled at the two even though it was obvious that Ash was concerned, Ali was still asleep against the Alpha.

“What happened at the game, is Tobin okay?” Ashlyn asked a little panicked about her friend.

“Tobin is okay but her injury might put her out for a while. The game was rough. And as far as that one player, she deserved it.”

“I know, she probably did. I feel so bad for Chris and Tobin, they already have to go through so much.” Y/n nodded agreeing, debating if she should bring it up.

“Ashlyn...” Y/n tried to summon the words to come out of her but it wasn’t working.

“Hey what’s wrong baby?” Y/n took a deep breath and forced the words out.

“I can’t come back home.” Ash froze, wondering what was happening. “Not during the season, anyways.”

Ash let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, “What do you mean?”

“It’s some stupid part of the contract that wasn’t mentioned to me but it basically means if I leave European soil without approval from management or coach that can end my career.”

“This fucking sucks.”

When Ash said that Ali moved against Ash, now right against Ash’s neck. Y/n smiled at them and asked, “How are you two holding up? Honestly.”

Ash looked hesitant to say something but figured it would be better if Y/n knew.

“Ali’s heats are being a little rough. And I just really miss you, Y/n. We both do.”

Y/n felt her anger rise, not angry at Ash. Never. But at that dammed contract and her damn inability to be there for them.

“I know Alpha. I know.”

There was a little bit of silence before Ash asked, “What happened with that player? I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone collapse so quickly in a dominancy battle.”

Letting out a huff Y/n began explaining, “She acted like she owned the field and what had happened was Tobin’s fault. Then she was the one that started it. I thought her first one was a joke, honestly.”

Ash had a sense of pride knowing she was mated to one of the strongest Alphas she had ever met, even before this.

“Then she said I was doing it to basically get off because I didn’t have you two around. It was so hard not to just kick her in the face with the ball.”

Ash chuckled at how adorable Y/n was when she was frustrated even though she understood what it was like to be in Y/n’s shoes.

“Here I was thinking I was suppose to be the knight in shining armor.”

“Mmm, I’ll keep that in mind next time.” Y/n tried not to sound sleepy but Ash saw right through it.

“Get some sleep baby girl, you need it.”

Y/n shook her head, “I’m fine.”

Ash gave Y/n a certain look that just made Y/n nod, “Okay, I guess. I love you guys.”

“Love you too Y/n.”

Ash hung up feeling Ali move and waking up.

“Go back to sleep, little one.” Ash rubbed calming patterns onto Ali’s back and Ali let out a small little huff.

“Y/n will be back soon I promise.”

-----

"And you’re sure you two are okay with me staying here?”

There was still a little more than a week and two more games of the season but Y/n was moving in with Pressy and Tobs.

“Don’t worry about it, maybe you can keep Tobin in check.”

It’s been a few weeks since Y/n lost it after Tobin got tackled and taken out for the rest of the season.

“I am not that bad.” Tobin grumbled as she hobbled around on her crutches, Press slightly raised a brow at Tobin’s remark.

“Well it’s going to be hard to book a hotel for more than a week this time of year, just focus on getting sleep for now.” Christen tossed Y/n a blanket for the couch.

They bid each other good night and Y/n tried to settle in. No surprise her mates were keeping her awake until she passed out.

-----

Y/n opened her eyes, feeling sick in her stomach, her body quivering.

Stumbling to the bathroom, Y/n splashed her face with water making Y/n more stable.

Y/n slowly walked to the kitchen, getting an apple.

“Same thing as last night?” Y/n slightly jumped at Press’s voice then slowly nodded to answer her question.

It’s barely halfway through the week and at the start of it Christen had woken up in the middle of the night hearing growling from Y/n. Since then Press had been watching Y/n sleep.

Sometimes Y/n shakes and at first she tried to stop it by covering Y/n in more blankets thinking she was cold.

It didn’t help.

Sometimes Y/n wakes up sick to her stomach. At times it’s nothing that lasts other days it doesn’t go away for the rest of the day.

And when the feeling was short it was more powerful or it was a constant ache throughout the day.

Today it decided to be both.

Y/n kept that from the Omega not wanting to worry her.

-----

Y/n was stretching for today’s practice when her body quivered. It let Y/n know even if she barely ate anything it would still find something to throw up.

Taking deep breaths Y/n settled her stomach down, hoping it would stay like that at least until the end of practice.

Coach told the team that they would be focusing on scrimmage and he started calling out the names to divide the teams.

Just a few more days.

And one more game.

-----

Y/n was huffing trying to keep up, going at a slower pace to reserve herself for the rest of practice.

“Pick up the pace L/n!”

Christen had noticed Y/n’s behavior since the start of practice, she was starting to worry about her. Talking to Tobin, who was doing lighter exercises, about it on her water break to make sure she wasn’t going crazy.

They were only able to talk about it briefly before the break ended.

Y/n felt like the world was blurring, shaking her head and squinting, surprised to hear the final whistle.

“Y/n.” She whipped around trying to see where the all too familiar voice came from.

“Ali?” Not even counting as a whisper, Y/n felt the rest of the strength she had leave her.

Her world is turning sideways, turning black before it went to a bed, both of her mates laying beside each other.

It changed once again to the field, feeling the turf on her skin becoming silky sheets again.

“Ali... Ash.” Y/n didn’t feel like the voice was coming from her but didn’t complain when her mates smiled at her.

“Stay with us, Y/n.” Ash’s voice almost echoed.

“What?” Y/n was so caught up in the bliss, she was caught off guard by Ash.

“What happened to her?” Ash’s and Ali’s facial expressions started to turn sad as soon as Ali said that, the echo more audible.

Before Y/n could ask what was happening Ash said, “Wake up.”

Then the echo became a voice, “Wake up, Y/n!”

Y/n forced her eyes opened to see the blue sky and Tobin was over her tapping her cheek, trying to get her to consciousness again. Someone else dabbed water on her face with a cloth.

“Y/n!”

Coming to her senses, Y/n groaned at the pain she was in.

“Don’t move too much Y/n, don’t worry we’re going to help you.”

-----

Y/n was hooked up to IVs that were feeding her body medicine that was trying to replenish her.

Tobin and Christen had been by her side the entire time, reluctant not to call Y/n’s mates. Not going to the hospital and just the medical team’s room.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to call Ali or Ash?”

“Guys I’m fine, and this will only worry them more and I don’t want that.”

Before anyone else could say anything the head of the medical staff came in.

“Good to see you’re up Y/n, I wanted to let you know that your hormone levels were a little off balance and a few other things. But we have some medicine already helping you out with that.”

The staff member walked over to Y/n, checking the IV drips.

“I’ll let these go for a little longer but I think you’ll be safe to leave later today, but definitely take it easy okay?”

“Noted.”

It was silent for a few moments until the staff exited the room, “I still think you should tell them about this.”

“I know but not like this.”

-----

Y/n and Christen were getting ready for the last game that they would play for Manchester.

Christen watched Y/n as Y/n traced her mating marks, happy this was hopefully the last few hours Y/n would be this miserable.

The team was talking about strategies at times but mainly the locker room was quiet and everyone’s nerves coming out.

Then they all walked out to line up to walk onto the pitch.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to feel fatigued, still not fully recovered from that freak accident at practice. The weeks of the slow decline weren’t helping.

The rival team was taking advantage of the tired player in the first half of the game. Y/n getting even more tired when she realized she’ll have to deal with Coach after this.

Hearing the whistle Y/n’s muscles relaxed, following the team back.

“What the hell was that, L/n?! You’re the fucking worst trade I’ve ever made. An amateur could have beat you!”

Before anyone could go to bat for Y/n, she stepped up to the plate herself.

“Agree to disagree.”

The coach didn’t even want to deal with Y/n so he subbed her out as soon as he could.

Y/n found her way next to Tobin, simply wanting to pass out.

“You know you can probably get out without anyone noticing, right?”

Y/n looked at Heath perplexed.

“Just saying you’ve played in all the practices and games, Coach can’t do anything if you walk away now.”

Y/n looked skeptical before Tobin handed a polaroid picture to Y/n. Looking up from the picture, “I’m too tired to chew you out for going through my stuff, what’s your point?”

“Well, see those two women there?” Tobin pointed to Ash and Ali who were in the picture.

“I think they’d be very happy if they saw that person, right there.” Tobin had pointed to Y/n in the same picture.

Y/n smiled at the old picture, it was a memory from one of the many Christmases they had shared.

Ash was in the middle, a bright goofy smile on her face standing below mistletoe while Ali and Y/n were on opposite sides. Each one kissing one of Ash’s cheeks.

Y/n huffed, “punching” Tobin in the arm.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“I think I’ll live.” Y/n chuckled at Tobin’s response, hugging her friend goodbye.

“Now move your ass before you miss your flight.”

-----

Y/n didn’t wait at the airport, not wanting to be recognized, getting a cab to the house she had barely spent any time in before she had to leave.

Ali and Ash were at Pride’s practice, so she pulled out her key and walked inside. Y/n was still quiet not knowing if Alex forgot to text her that practice had ended.

Walking around she put her suitcases away and unpacked a little bit before realizing it would be best to get a shower after the long flight. Also making sure to get off any unwanted scents.

Once Y/n was done she decided to wander the house.

Becoming more aware that her inner Alpha was getting more anxious not seeing their mates but knowing that’s where they should be.

Y/n nose sniffed for her mates’ strongest scents, trying to convince herself not to look them.

Thinking sleep would pass the time, Y/n headed to the bedroom and rolled herself up in the blankets.

Y/n ended up spending most of the time watching the door, waiting.

-----

The sun was about to set and Y/n was really starting to get worried, those bad stomach aches already wanting to make a comeback.

Y/n almost wanted to ruin the surprise and call her mates before she heard the keys to the front door. Getting up and somewhat making up the bed, Y/n quietly walked to the staircase to see her mates hanging their coats.

Y/n hid a little at the top of the stair trying to stay calm about seeing Ali and Ash again.

“I think tonight would be a good night for a nice warm bath, maybe relax with a movie?” Ali weakly nodded her head at Ash’s suggestion, Y/n fighting every fiber in her being to not rush down and comfort her mate.

Ash kissed the top of Ali’s head before going to get things ready for her, Ali lingered back.

Ali’s back was to the staircase but Y/n could somewhat see her nose and it was twitching as she sniffed, Y/n knew Ali had picked up on her scent.

Y/n made her way silently down, only having a step left before Ali turned around.

“Hey stranger.”

Barely above a whisper, Y/n was worried Ali didn’t hear it.

Ali blinked a couple of times, her eyes getting watery. Y/n walked closer to the Omega before they met halfway with an intense kiss. Y/n now shedding her own tears.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Ash was preparing the bath, and once it was done she went to look for Ali knowing she might have spaced out because she has been doing that more.

Ashlyn slowly walked to the entrance area of the house, mainly just focusing on the floor for some reason.

When she had a familiar scent hit her nose Ash’s head shot up to see her two mates resting their forehead together. Y/n saw the moment out of the corner of her eye, looking to see Ash.

Y/n smile grew, a few small tears falling still, walking over to Ash who also met her halfway in a searing kiss.

Right before parting, Y/n felt Ali rest on her back, sandwiching Y/n between her and Ash. Y/n nuzzling herself in Ash’s neck.

“I missed you guys so freaking much.”

-----

They were all laying in bed about to go to sleep, Y/n being spooned by Ash while Ali was facing them. The movie they had watched a million times before was close to ending and Ali noticed Y/n dosing off.

“Rest, Alpha. You probably need it.”

Y/n shook her head, no, “I don’t want this to be a dream, again.”

“Again?”

Y/n nodded her head, mumbling, “When I fell asleep in Manchester I’d dream about you two visiting or me coming home. I want it to be real this time.”

“It’s real this time, Y/n, I promise.”

Y/n nodded as she slowly fell asleep thanks to Ashlyn softly rubbing her head.

“Love you guys.” was the last thing muttered before Y/n got the first decent night of sleep since the trade.

#krashlyn imagines #krashlyn imagine #krashlyn x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine

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honeytae · 3 years

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We both know naps are more romantic in the rain.

first and foremost, i’ve gotta thank @stayjimin for inspiring me to write this. she’s definitely got a little thot in her..and i love it. luna, hopefully this lives up to your expectations! i wouldn’t exactly call this filth..i tried to make it equally soft and dirty?? but i hope you all enjoy <3

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @jjlovr2015

genre: smut

warnings: making out, heavy petting, dry humping, face sitting, cunnilingus, jimin’s a Tease, brief descriptions of a handjob, mentions of cum, hints of condomless sex

word count: 3.0k

The muffled rain pattering against the roof was barely audible through your concentration on the words stretched across the pages of the novel resting in your hand, eyes diligently skimming the pieces of paper in your dimmed bedroom.

Your other hand was buried in Jimin’s hair, fingers threading through the soft tendrils as he rested his head on your stomach, subtly encouraging your touch as he leaned into your palm. His own hand rested over your ribcage, fingertips soothing over the material of your shirt with a content sigh escaping his lips every few minutes.

The house was calm. After all, it was a rainy Sunday afternoon, both of you off from work yet lethargic from your countless chores and errands this morning. Moments like these were rare during the week, so you appreciated the needed downtime with him.

Turning the page with a flick of your wrist, you continued soaking in the script in your hand, arm flinching slightly when you felt a sudden tickling sensation on your skin. Glancing down at the area, you were met with a grinning Jimin, leaning back down to continue pressing gentle kisses up your bicep before stopping at your shoulder.

“What’s that for?” You smiled, pushing his hair back from where it’d fallen from his hunched-over position.

“Just love you.” He answered, causing you to raise your eyebrows as you hummed in response.

“And?” You asked, waiting for him to continue with a knowing smile.

“I’m bored.” He informed you, your smile widening at his abruptness, stifling a chuckle as you hummed sympathetically.

“I’m sorry.” You said teasingly, causing him to roll his eyes before climbing further up your body, resting his face in the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms tighter around your body.

“Dove.” He whined, you laughing in response as your hand went to the back of his head, affectionately scratching at his scalp.

“What would you like to do about your boredom?” You asked, Jimin taking a moment to think before glancing up at you with a smirk.

“I can think of something we can do.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, giggling when you scoffed at him.

“Gross.” You smiled anyway, the man humming in response before lifting his head up to look at you.

“I only meant we could take a nap, love. We both know naps are more romantic in the rain.” He said, comically widening his eyes to convince you of the innocence of his statement.

“And naps are meant to be romantic?” You chuckled, Jimin shrugging with a small grin as he let his hand trail underneath your shirt, fingers stroking the warm skin underneath your navel.

You sighed knowingly, placing your thumb underneath his earlobe to trace your finger over the sensitive skin.

“Is this the kind of nap where we sleep? Or the kind of nap that involves more activity?” You raised an eyebrow at the return of his smirk, dropping his head to your neck again to press his lips to your throat.

“Probably the latter.” He mumbled, you humming in response before guiding his head back up above yours to steal a kiss, laying back down below him as he smiled at you.

“I love you.” He said softly, brushing your hair back behind your ears with his fingers and gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“I love you too, Chim.”

Leaning down to join your mouths again, he went in with slightly more fervor, capturing your lips with his over and over again.

Letting your hands roam his chest, you were thankful he always hung out around the house without a shirt, his smooth skin contradicting the ridges of his abdomen. Your touch had him melting into you further, a soft hum of approval coming from his throat when your thumbs soothed over his belly.

Relaxing back into the pillows as he began pressing kisses to the corners of your lips, trailing them down to your chin before swiftly moving his lips over your jawline and down your throat, you pushed your chest up at him, your boyfriend immediately taking the hint as his hand landed on your covered breast.

His lips left feather light kisses on your pulse point as he kneaded the flesh in his hand, thumb swiping over your nipple making you let out a sigh.

Nestling your fingers in the hair at the back of his head, you tipped your head back to allow him more access, Jimin easily following your silent instruction as he let his lips travel as he pleased.

He smirked at the soft moans you responded with when he opened his mouth on your skin, sucking dark enough marks into your complexion that satisfied him yet light enough that it wouldn’t get you ogled by your mother when you went to dinner together this weekend.

Fingers gathering the hem of your shirt, he tugged the material up over your breasts, groaning at the visual of your cleavage spilling out of your bra before he nodded at you to remove the shirt fully.

Sitting up slightly, you laughed as Jimin desperately fumbled to get the fabric off of your head, shrieking when he somehow got the shirt stuck on your face.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, dove.”

You could hear the smile on his face as he spoke, gently working the material up over your mouth and nose before releasing your head from it entirely.

Grinning at the feeling of your static-filled hair frizzing up around you from the release of the tight fabric, you raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend, seemingly not noticing the way your hair had blown up from the removal of your shirt.

“Does this do it for you? This is sexy?” You pointed at your messy hair, Jimin laughing as he once again collapsed with you on the bed, caging your body underneath him as he adoringly swept your hair back behind your ears.

“Incredibly. The sexiest.” He affirmed, his genuine tone causing you to snort back a laugh as he beamed down at you.

“Come here.” You held your arms out for him to lower himself, wrapping them around his neck to secure him there when he pressed his chest flat to yours.

Leaning up to catch his lips, the man instantly hummed in reaction, letting his hand soothingly rub up and down your torso before traveling up to your chest, groping your breast atop the lingerie you still adorned.

“Hm, you up for that nap?” He mumbled, fondly listening to your chuckle once you felt his not so subtle length poking at your thigh.

“Always.” You simpered, pushing on his chest slightly to get him to roll over onto his back, the man easily complying with a dopey grin on his face as his hair flopped onto the pillow around his head.

Placing your chest down on his, you cupped his face to cement your lips once again, the kiss lazy and languid, easily matching the pace of the trails of water sliding down the windowpane a mere few feet from you.

You chuckled at the disappointed noise from his throat when he reached for your chest, discovering the rough fabric of your bra instead of the familiar soft feel of your skin.

“Take this off.” He whined, tugging at the strap of your bra in a desperate attempt to remove it from your skin.

Giggling, you sat up, Jimin moaning as the action caused your hips to rub down on him as you reached back to unclasp your bra, breasts falling free once you pulled the garment down your arms.

“Jimin.” You exhaled when he eagerly sat up to take your right nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking at the hardened peak as his other hand appreciatively squeezed at your neglected breast, thumb swiping over your opposite nipple.

He groaned when you began moving on his lap, rolling your hips down as he eagerly met your movements with a few rather desperate thrusts upward into your core, responding to your needy whine with a hand tucking underneath the waistband of your shorts, quickly bypassing the thin layer of your underwear.

“Oh fuck.”

Jimin’s eyes rolled back into his head when his fingertips made contact with your dripping entrance, taking a small breath to regain composure before lazily dipping his fingers inside.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you placed your forehead on his shoulder, gasping as you moved your hips to chase more friction from the pads of his fingers against your walls.

“That’s right, baby. Back and forth.” He murmured, watching in amazement at the sight of you rocking your hips to get more stimulation from his hand, purposefully grinding the heel of his palm against your clit to increase the volume of your whimpers.

With his fingers curling to brush against your g-spot, you helplessly flopped your body down onto his, the man intercepting your frame easily as he locked an arm around your torso.

Flicking his wrist a bit faster, he set a steady pace, noticing the way your breathing quickened at the action as your hips responsively rutted into his hand.

“Is that good?” He wondered, pride filling his chest when you desperately nodded your head as an answer.

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you cupped his jaw once again, bringing your lips down to his in a searing kiss as he continued pumping his fingers into your entrance.

“Babe, hnngh fuck,” he paused as you clenched around his fingers, effectively stilling their curling motions as he panted against your bottom lip, “sit on my face.”

Your core throbbed harder at his words, eyes catching his own lust-blown pupils as his flushed cheeks glowed in the dim light of your bedroom.

“I- what?”

“Sit on my face,” he repeated, then seemingly remembering his manners, “please.”

Exhaling shakily, you whined when he removed his fingers from you, instead tucking them into the waistbands of both your shorts and underwear to remove them from your hips.

Gently guiding your ankles out of the final barriers blocking you from view, he pressed a kiss to your bottom lip before laying down, beckoning you up his body when he was flat on his back.

“C’mere.” He emphasized with a curl of his fingers toward him, causing you to clamber atop his torso all too eagerly as he caught you by the elbows, guiding you up his frame until your pussy was hovering mere inches above his face.

Your entire body tingled in desire as his palms trailed up your thighs, greedily groping at the flesh as he smirked up at you.

“Is this what you wanted?” You asked, smiling a bit when the man nodded in response.

“I’ve got the best view from down here.” He answered smugly, his crudeness making you gasp with a scolding exhale of his name.

“Ready?” He asked, causing you to hum with a slight raise of your brows, opening your mouth to ask him what exactly he was implying by that before suddenly all breath was stolen from your lungs.

“Jimin!” you gasped as he picked his head up off the pillow to stick his wet tongue between your folds, traveling up your slit to circle your clit as your mouth gaped open at the sudden stimulation.

Flicking at the nub with the tip of his tongue, he pulled your hips down for easier access, making you shudder as he sucked your swollen bud into his mouth, his wet muscle continuing to soothe over it causing you to tremble at the lewdness of it all.

Jimin was a fantastic lover in that he always knew what you wanted. He knew precisely what every little gasp or moan meant, taking note of every move you made and the timing of every contortion of your face.

So when you bucked your hips in search of more, he easily moved his fingers that had been latched around your thigh to the area that was begging for attention the most, absentmindedly reacquainting them with your entrance with a gentle prod of his fingers.

You moaned at the sensation, the soft thrusts of his fingers coaxing you along to reach your high as he continued stroking your clit with his tongue.

Whining when he removed both his fingers and his attention from the bud, you took a glance down at him, scowling when you were met with a shit-eating grin on his face at your obvious frustration. Moving his thumb to swipe back and forth along your inner thigh, he raised his eyebrows challengingly at you, causing you to let out a sigh as you glared down at him.

“Jimin,” you whined, “play nice.”

The man only chuckled beneath you in response, his teasing touch only increasing your pleas as you not so subtly rocked your hips in search of any kind of stimulation.

“Jim-ah,” Your scolding of the man got cut off by a broken inhale as the tip of his tongue teasingly trailed back down your slit, pushing into your entrance and mercilessly curling to brush up against your walls.

“Fuck!” You swore at the sudden intrusion, his expert touches forcing your knees to buckle below you, much to his delight. The man had a smug grin on his face as you practically rode his tongue, causing you to scoff as you redirected your eyes to the wall in front of you.

Reaching out for the headboard, you tried your best to steady yourself, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Jimin moaning against you. Your knuckles paled with their tight grip on the dark stained wood, rocking your hips onto Jimin’s tongue as he poked it around your entrance, brushing your walls with a calculated curl of his muscle.

“O-ohh,” you whimpered as his nose nudged at your clit, his face moving along with your hips as you continued grinding down on his soft, sinful lips. You let your eyelids fall shut as Jimin locked your hips down onto his face, subtly nodding his head along with your movements.

You barely had time to register the removal of his tongue before his fingers were plunging back into you, his mouth moving back to your clit to concentrate on the special button.

The combination of his fingertips brushing against your inner walls and his velvet tongue stimulating your tingling nub had you gasping for air, stars erupting behind your eyelids as you clenched your fists on the headboard.

“Gonna cum, fuck.” You warned, trembling when the man hummed against your clit and jerking your hips when he cockily did it again.

Moaning out his name when you felt the tension in the pit of your abdomen finally snap, you could only focus on the white dizziness you felt as Jimin’s tongue stroked between your folds, lapping up the spill of your release as you panted for air above him.

With a sigh, you leaned your forehead down onto the top of the headboard, blinking down at the man with tired eyes as he sucked his fingers into his mouth. You already felt something stirring inside you once again at the sight, swallowing harshly as you ram a hand through your hair.

Breaths evening out, you remained leaning against the headboard for another moment, Jimin stroking the backs of your thighs with soothing fingers as he lovingly peered up at you.

“Fuck.” You said once you finally caught your breath, body absolutely spent as you retreated down Jimin’s torso with his hands guiding your hips, settling atop his lap and chuckling at the obvious bulge beneath you.

“Would you like some help with that?” You raised your eyebrows, letting your hand rest over the tent in his sweatpants, relishing in the whimper he let out when you squeezed it.

“P-please.” He stuttered when you began palming him over the material, bucking his hips into your touch as he took his bottom lip into his mouth, watching with hooded eyes as you lifted his hips to tug his pants down his thighs.

His boxers were soon to follow, revealing his erection standing proud and tall, begging to be touched. Deciding to ‘play nice’ yourself, you did exactly that.

Easily wrapping your fingers around his length, you set the pace you knew he liked and squeezed at his base every so often in the way that made him gasp your name, leaning down to lick at the fluid leaking from his tip before you were stopped by one of his whimpers.

“No, kiss me, baby.” He whined, your brows furrowing at the man as you glanced down between his legs.

“You don’t want my mouth on your-”

“No, fuck, I do, just,”

You raised your eyebrows at his internal conflict, face screwed up in agony as your hand paused it’s motions on his throbbing length.

“Just please come here.” He said breathily, you immediately following instruction as you crawled up his body, letting him guide your lips into a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Picking up your previous actions on his cock, you moaned in response to his, noises muffled against each other’s mouths as he thrusted into your palm.

You heard the way his breath got caught in his throat when you squeezed him just so, loved the way he hummed from the depths of his chest when you trailed your fingertip up his veins and ridges, and strived for the whimper of your name when you told him to cum.

With a few more jerks of your wrist, you could feel his body tensing, continuing the routine set of actions and swallowing his long moan when the mess of his cum pooled into your palm.

You imagined you looked much like teenagers, getting off on almost nothing as you desperately made out in your dark bedroom. But it was difficult to care when it was always so easy with Jimin, so easy to feel loved and make each other feel just as so.

And as you dazedly looked into each other’s eyes, only shutting them at the feeling of him lining up with your entrance, you squeezed at his bicep in silent communication, heart fluttering at the feeling of him squeezing your thigh in response.

I love you.

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Man (and TARDIS)’s Best Friend

Hey! Thanks so much for the request, I had a lot of fun with this one! Most of the dogs in this fic are either dogs I had when I was little (and currently) and a few are my friend’s dogs.

The TARDIS being a troublemaker is my new favorite thing, so hopefully you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,700

Summary: Check out the prompt above :)

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the rightful creator!)

In your defense, things had probably gotten out of hand. You really hadn’t meant for it to happen, for one to turn into two, two into three and... well, three into seven.

It really had started with one.

Just a few weeks ago. You were on earth, which, for it being your home planet, you didn’t tend to spend much time around anymore. You and the Doctor hadn’t exactly split up, but he’d left you to your own devices while he went off doing whatever it was he was doing on earth. The man had an agenda, and earth was the only place you didn’t mind being by yourself on.

It was later in the evening, street lights illuminating the darkness around you as you strolled. It was nice to just be back on earth for a while, where you knew the terrain, and the people. Where things weren’t completely surprising, or shocking.

You’d been so caught up in your own head as you wondered around, you’d barely noticed the creature cowering on the sidewalk that you tripped over. The creature whimpered, and winced down, and it instantly broke your heart.

You’d always been an animal person, sympathizing with those neglected, or abandoned, or abused. You couldn’t imagine ever intentionally hurting, or leaving a pet alone, so this was hard to see.

The dog, you realized, stared at you fearfully. Cowering down like you were going to hit it. It was an older dog, dirty and scruffy, some kind of shih-tzu mutt if you were to guess. Its fur was matted, clearly left to on his own for a while at this point.

You didn’t even want to think about what this dog had been through, just from his attitude towards humans, as well as it’s neglected state. He’d obviously been abandoned—maybe grown too old and lost that cute ‘puppy’ image that some people craved. The thought disgusted you.

The poor little guy was skin and bones, shivering where he was tucked in on himself despite his coat of matted fur that was probably too warm for even the late-night chill.

You knew you couldn’t leave him. Not in good conscious. He obviously needed someone—he needed a person to care for him, and do the right thing for him, which is... well, it’s how you found yourself sneaking into the TARDIS with the poor little dog swaddled in your sweater.

The Doctor wasn’t much of an animal person. He’d never outright said it, but you’d never really seen him interacting with creatures. Not like how a human would love and care for a stray dog, or cat. He never seemed the type.

You weren’t sure how he was going to react to the dog.

You moved swiftly through the TARDIS, your little companion wiggling in your grip as you snuck through the TARDIS halls. You weren’t even sure if the Doctor was in, or out.

“(Y/N)?” His voice called from behind you. The bundle in your arms froze, as did you as you debated your options. You were a ways away from your bedroom—the safety of it where you could clean up the little dog and think of a better plan than to be caught in the hallway with a stowaway in the Doctor’s space and time machine.

The Doctor’s steps were approaching, following behind you. He was so close. You turned to look behind you, afraid he’d catch up and you’d have to explain the dog so soon. You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking about making a break for it as you turned forwards again--

And there before you, was a doorway. Which didn’t make sense, because you’d been in the hallway, at least twenty steps away from your bedroom door, if not more. You knew for a fact there wasn’t any doorways for a while, because this corridor often felt endless. You looked around in confusion, frowning to yourself as you let your hand settle on the doorknob.

“(Y/N)?” The Doctor called again, confused, and so much closer than before. You barely had a second thought as you pulled the door open, tumbling in as your feet moved before your brain could process the action.

The door shut behind you, which you had absolutely no part in as you tried to finally catch your footings, arms securing around the bundled dog. It was only when you looked up to see where you ended up that you realized you were in you room.

It didn’t make a lick of sense, but you were quick to settle the dog into your closet as you heard steps approaching, managing to jump onto the bed and pretend to be reading a book that was on your bedside table just as the door opened.

The Doctor furrowed his brows at you, gaze looking from the book in your hands, up to your face in confusion, “I could’ve sworn I just saw you returning to the TARDIS,” the Doctor commented, voice almost distasteful as he eyed you.

“Nope,” you forced out, hoping you didn’t sound as much like you were hiding something as you did to your own ears, “been here a while, Doctor.”

The man casted his eyes around the room again, looking for anything out of the ordinary, before he settled on you again, clearly coming up short.

“Uh huh, well, we’ll be leaving shortly if you’re good to go?” he blinked, leaning just the slightest bit against the doorframe, and giving the room another thoughtful onceover.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out, cursing your anxious nerves internally before flashing the man a grin to hide you panic.

“Alright, well,” The Doctor frowned as he moved to pull the door shut behind him. He paused before it shut, standing for a second before he spoke again, “I was unaware humans could read upside down.”

The door clicked shut, and it was only then you let out a breath, eyes snapping down to the book you were indeed holding upside down. You groaned to yourself as you righted the book before dropping it back on the bedside table annoyed at that tiny detail that could’ve ruined it all.

You pushed yourself off the bed, moving swiftly to the closet where you pulled the door open and smiled down at the nervous little dog. He was still mostly wrapped in your sweater, but his head and shoulder were exposed.

“C’mon,” you offered your arms, “let’s get you clean up, huh?”

The dog only hesitated for a second before moving close enough for you to pick up. You cradled him in your arms, pressing your cheek against his head as you stared up at the ceiling for a second.

You weren’t entirely sure what had happened just then, but you know one thing. You definitely hadn’t done it alone.

“Thank you,” you smiled up to the ceiling, knowing exactly who’d helped you protect the little dog.

----

You’d given the little dog the name Teddy. He’d been a nervous wreck when you’d been snipping away at his matted fur with the scissors in your bathroom, but he’d warmed up to you a lot while you bathed him warm water with a sweet-smelling dog shampoo that was, confusingly enough, hidden away in the bathroom cabinet.

The name had only really come to be when bedtime rolled around, and you found yourself with a cuddly, snuggly little dog tucked in your arms. It was like snuggling with a teddy bear, and you couldn’t imagine naming him anything else as you stroked his ears as he slept.

You really had just meant to leave it at Teddy, and see how long you could get away with hiding him away in your room. You snuck him food from the kitchen, set down a bowl of water in the bathroom, as well as a bowl of kibble that you had absolutely no idea where it had come from. You suspected the TARDIS helping you out where she could, and the thought made you smile.

It was almost a game at this point, and it was a funny thought that it appeared to be you and the TARDIS against the Doctor. Finally, the odds seemed a bit more well-rounded.

Hunny and Saidy had come into your life unexpectedly.

You knew the two German Shepherd Rottweiler mixes well. You’d gotten the call from your friend, the one who owned the two, that she could no longer keep them. She was being evicted, and it was quite hard to find a flat that would allow someone to have two medium-big sized dogs.

You knew you really shouldn’t take them—but you knew the girls, and they loved you, and the thought of them being rehomed, or given to the pound or something else just because no one wanted to take them made a weight settle in your stomach. The thought of them being separated tore at your heart.

You weren’t sure where you were going to keep them, as you walked into the TARDIS holding both a pink and purple lead as you led them into the time and space machine. The girls were quiet, silent besides their paws tapping on the floor, as well as their panting as you led them along.

You bit your bottom lip as you opened your door, stepping in quickly as you ushered them in, before closing the door and leaning your back against it. When you looked up, your jaw dropped.

Your room was double the size it had been before. Three food bowls, and three dog beds—one small, and two big enough for Hunny and Saidy to sprawl out on. It warmed your heart to see, the effort the TARDIS was going through to make room for the dogs was honestly adorable.

There’d been that inkling of worry that you wouldn’t have enough room to house these dogs and that you’d need to start rehoming them.

You grinned up at the ceiling, “you go, TARDIS,” you laughed out as you kneeled to scratch at both Hunny and Saidy, then, to the dogs, you continued, “welcome home, girls.”

Teddy wagged his tail happily from the bed, hopping down to greet the new dogs, and you were overjoyed to see them all getting along.

----

Gizmo was not a dog. Well, he wasn’t an earth dog, at least. You and the Doctor had been on a planet in a universe you hadn’t even known existed when the two of you stumbled upon a pack of little creatures.

They were babies, you could see.

You’d never seen anything quite like them. They were tiny—like teacup chihuahuas, fluffy like them too. They were a bit bigger than palm sized, and you were sure they didn’t weigh much more than half a pound, if that. They almost... well, they kind of resembled dragons too. It was like an earth dog and a dragon procreated.

Their colours were vibrant, an orange one with purple markings, a green one with red patches. One tri-coloured one, which was two different shades of blue with patches of white.

They were rainbow chihuahua-dragon hybrids.

The babies flocked around you and the Doctor, attempting to crawl up your shins. They made little sounds of excitement, not quite a bark, but close enough, and you instantly fell in love with them.

“Awh!” You swooned, kneeling down so the small creatures could finally make their way up you. You’d learned early on to only be afraid of things if the Doctor appeared to be afraid of it—or if it was threatening you with weaponry, or violence. The Doctor never really seemed afraid of that. “What are they?”

“Tricos,” the Doctor huffed, crouching down so he was lower, but not quite at an angle for the little creatures to crawl on him. “They’re easily domesticated creatures, but are more-so viewed as nuisances by the locals.”

You frowned, looking down at all the little faces. They didn’t act much different than puppies on earth would. “Why do the locals not like them? They’re like little dragon-dogs—look at how cute!” You grabbed the blue and white one under the arms and hoisted him up for the Doctor to see his face.

“Well,” the Doctor clicked his tongue, crinkling his nose at the little Trico, “They’re scavengers. Like earth raccoons and rodents. Besides, they don’t quite have the intelligence for violence, so they’re pretty low on the food chain. Some locals have domesticated them, but lots don’t want to put in the effort.”

“Well,” you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, “I like them.”

“I know,” the Doctor’s smile was small, his hand reaching out to stoke one of the Trico’s backs, before he was standing up again, “well, c’mon then. We can stay here all day. There’s things to be done.”

You pouted, taking the Trico’s off your lap one by one, petting them before settling them on the ground before you were standing as well, ducting yourself off. You looked back at them, frowning as you waved before you followed after the Doctor.

It was only when you were tucked away in your room that evening, surrounded by Teddy, Saidy and Hunny that you noticed the sweater you’d shrugged off and tossed onto your bed shift as if something was in it. You froze, watching the sweater move, as the dogs around you growled—Teddy being the only one confident enough to draw closer.

Your heart stopped for just a second as Teddy sniffed the sweater, only to cry out in surprise as the little blue and white Trico’s head peeked out from under the folds of the sweater, tiny tail wagging against the weight of the sweater.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you laughed away the fear, sliding off the bed to kneel beside the sweater. The Trico’s nose pushed into your cheek, before it gave you a lick like earth dogs did when they liked someone. “Have you been hanging on all day?” You asked, knowing the creature wouldn’t respond now that his attention was locked onto Teddy, who was reversing cautiously towards the girls.

“It’s alright,” you hushed the dogs, offering your palm to the Trico; the little creature didn’t hesitate for a second before pulling himself up, tail whipping back and forth happily as he did so—and you could see a bit of the lack of intelligent the Doctor had mention, but it just warmed your heart. “It’s okay.”

The dogs took the evening to get used to the little Trico who you named Gizmo. You’s fallen asleep boxed in by German Rotties, with Teddy tucked against your side, and the tiny little Trico snuggled up on your chest.

That following morning, you found a book on Trico knowledge and care instructions on your bedside table and whispered a hushed thank you to the TARDIS as you propped it open and read about the newest addition to your dog pack.

----

After the Trico, you weren’t entirely sure how you’d managed to find Chloe, Bella and Cohen. They were a package deal, Chloe, an older Pitbull, who’d trailed behind you, hesitant but trusting all the same as if you gave off some kind of calming pheromone that attracted dogs in need. She walked slow with Bella and Cohen following behind her like ducklings.

Bella was a French bulldog, and you weren’t entirely sure why someone would abandon such an expensive dog so young, but you’d taken her in easily. Cohen was the smallest of the three, a chihuahua mix that pressed in tight against the Pitbull.

They were all strays down on earth, and you’d just happened to stumble upon them while the Doctor was chasing some alien criminal around for the safety of earth. You almost felt bad sneaking away to lead the trio of dogs into the TARDIS where she welcomed them with open arms, and three additional dog bowls, and a huge cushion that the three of them could curl up on.

“I knew you were up to something,” You spun quickly, mouth dropped in a hurried attempt to get something out as the Doctor stood with his arms crossed in the doorway, scowl on his face.

Before you could say anything, your bedroom door slammed shut, much to your own surprise, and the Doctor’s as well, who you could hear jumping back in shock.

“TARDIS,” you gasped, attention shooting up to the ceiling.

“(Y/N),” The Doctor’s voice travelled through the door, as the knob turned but wouldn’t open. “What in the world?”

You almost would’ve laughed if you weren’t busy ushering all the dogs into your adjoining bathroom and closing them in. You tried to make yourself look natural, standing awkwardly in front of your bathroom door, and it was only then that your bedroom door finally open, the Doctor stumbling in like it had pushed open as he’d been leaning on it.

“What,” he gasped out as he tried to regain his footings, “is going on here?”

“Nothing,” you squeaked out.

You’d known that at some point you wouldn’t be able to hide the dogs anymore. You knew the Doctor was clever, and you were actually a bit surprised it had taken him this long to figure you out. But that didn’t mean you weren’t afraid that it was happening now—you'd been holding on the idea that it would happen eventually.

The Doctor stepped more into the room so he couldn’t be locked out again, where he eyed everything in your room, his gaze settled on the dog beds and food bowls. His gaze raised from the beds and dishes to your face, where his features were unreadable.

He was a smart man, so he obviously knew what he was looking at when he asked: “what’s all this?”

You couldn’t seem to come up with a logical explanation besides the truth. But you still stuttered over your words.

“What’s in the bathroom?” the Doctor asked calmly, stepping closer to you, as you stepped back, blocking the bathroom door more urgently.

“W-what bathroom?” You asked dumbly, but to your surprise, the Doctor’s eyebrows shot up as he angled his head to look around you. You turned to look back at the door, stumbling away as you blinked at the now vacant bathroom entry. You gaped, glancing towards the ceiling before focusing back on where the bathroom should be.

The TARDIS never ceased to amaze you.

The Doctor’s face was pressed into a look of uncertainty as he stared at where the bathroom door should be. It was the most shocked you’d seen the Doctor in all the time you’d known him. His gaze fluttered in your direction, where his eyes narrowed on your shoulder, “that’s a Trico on your shoulder.”

It wasn’t a question. You hand flew up, where it indeed settled on the tiny little creature. You groaned aloud as Gizmo made a similar noise. You should’ve known he was going to cling to your clothes as you tried to get them all into the bathroom—that was how he found himself a home here.

“I knew I heard barking,” the Doctor’s eyes blinked rapidly like he was trying to understand, “and it certainly wasn’t him—” the Doctor’s gaze settled on the Trico, “what else do you have in here?”

You let out a long sigh, moving towards where the bathroom door should be. “The jig is up,” you called loudly, and almost immediately; the bathroom door was back. You ignored the mystified look on the Doctor’s face as you pulled the door open and the dogs all trotted out, barely batting an eye at the Doctor’s shock.

“You’ve brought dogs into my TARDIS,” the Doctor had a distant look in his eyes, “my TARDIS helped you hide these dogs from me. How did you turn my TARDIS against me?”

“I didn’t turn her against you,” you huffed, voice bordering on annoyed, “she just has a soft spot for dogs, I guess.”

You instantly felt bad, swallowing before you mended your words, “it really did start with just one, and then... well, how can you say no to them? Look at their little faces. And... I think the TARDIS really likes them too, because she’s been helping me out.”

“You stole a Trico--”

“Hey!” You frowned, “technically, the Trico stole himself. I didn’t know he was clinging to my sweater when we returned, he was just there. Look... I’m sorry.”

The dogs had all mad their way up to the bed, laying and watching the exchange. The little Trico though, refused to move from your shoulder. “They all just needed a place to be, like... like I did too when you found me. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not,” the Doctor’s voice was low, “frankly, I’m just a bit confused about why the TARDIS is so keen on these pets.”

“She’s a dog person—err, uhm, a dog time and space machine?”

The Doctor let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah,” he agreed, “I suppose she is. She’s always had a soft spot for misfits.”

The Doctor doesn’t look unhappy, or upset. He looks thoughtful as his gaze sweeps over the dogs, lingering on both you and the Trico before he’d looking back to the earth dogs, “quite the collection.”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “so, uh, can we... can we keep them?”

“How long have they been here?”

“Teddy- the uh, the little white one- has been here about a month. Since that earth visit.”

“A month,” the Doctor’s face scrunched up, almost in disbelief, “I don’t see why not then. I doubt I have to tell you they’re your responsibility, which I’m sure isn’t a problem considering they already have been for an upwards of a month, right?”

“The TARDIS has been helping too,” you remind, smile slowly crawling onto your face.

“I’m only allowing this because the TARDIS is so keen,” the Doctor informs, but you can see through his words. He always has a hard time saying no to you, the TARDIS just sealed the deal for him. “You’re lucky I love you,” his gaze casts upwards and his smile appears a little crooked, “the both of you.”

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Trico is the name of the Last Guardian, who wasn’t quite the inspiration behind the hybrid alien dogs, but I was picturing them looking a bit like Trico as I was writing. Body wise, at least, and I’m awful at naming things, and thought Trico would be a cool species name :). I thought an alien dog would be fun, since they travel space lol

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Harry felt a bit creepy.

It wasn’t as if it was on purpose! No... but she was at all of the places he went. At first he had thought it was a coincidence, but as he developed a routine for his classes, he found that they were often around each other for similar reasons. And usually? He would try and go up, introduce himself, and make a friend. The problem was... she was pretty.

Not like normal pretty. Pretty as in, holy fuck you make me so nervous and perhaps I’ll word vomit, pretty. He was shit at making the first move. She was in his Monday and Friday classes and sat not far from him, he noticed. And they always ended up at the Coffee Bean on Tuesday and Thursdays, sitting not too far from one another again. She got tea with a few cookies, and he got a black coffee and an orange scone. They’d work on their coursework and Harry would wait for her to leave and see her make it to her car before he would leave, not wanting to make it seem like he was following her. He’s found out her name through friends stopping in to see her. It was Y/N. Gorgeous, just like her.

Funny enough, Harry wasn’t the only one who had a bit of a crush. Y/N realized in the second week of classes that Harry was in fact one of the most intimidatingly cool and attractive men she’d ever seen. College boys weren’t supposed to look like that, but he was all soft in his sweaters and baggy pants. She wasn’t sure how he pulled it off so well, but she could admit she was jealous.

Seeing him at the Coffee bean was a relief because well, he walked in after her every time. She assumed it was because he had a class that ended later or something, but it didn’t go unnoticed that he was there. Usually it wasn’t too busy or loud so she could glance at him from the corner of her eye as they sat at one of the big tables. She felt like it would be too weird to talk to him, he seemed so... quiet. She’d never heard him speak, hell, she’d only ever locked eyes with him for milliseconds. Y/N wished she could be one of those girls that could effortlessly flirt, ask for a pencil or something, but she knew she’d freeze up and forget her rehearsed line.

Today however, when Y/N arrived, Harry was already there at his usual spot. Okay, Y/N... act natural. She thought to herself, going to order her usual before walking to boldly take a seat across from him. It would have worked out fine if her tote bag didn’t accidentally catch the corner of one of his books, sending things flying.

“Shit— sorry, I—” Y/N swore, setting her bag on the table before bending down to get the book and a few papers and a pen. Real smooth.

Harry was slightly startled when his shit went flying, but when he saw who had knocked it over, his heart picked up. Oh, shit.

“Oh— it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Harry’s voice was a bit gruff from not using it much today, pushing his chair back and bending down to grab the stuff with her. “S’my fault for putting it so close to the edge. I used to do that at home and my cat would knock it all off.”

Great. Already rambling.

Y/N didn’t register it at first, but he was british? Fuck. If she wasn’t already on her knees she would dropped down anyway, biting her lip to stop any noises that could have escaped. She giggled when he said his cat used to knock things over, “mine too.” She mumbled and went to stand up, feeling a tug at her arm.

“Ah, shit.” Harry had caught his ring in her sweater, pulling one of the threads. “Damn, I’m so sorry.” He blushed slightly, knowing how annoying it was to have a pulled thread. His collection of sweaters was immense, thanks to his nan— and he felt terrible. Damn his chunky things. “They always get caught in mine too but I wear them anyways. I can replace the sweater, if you need.” Damn it. He was trying to come off as smooth... not so nervous. But he was. She was so pretty and she was up close, she smelled like peaches and vanilla and a bit of sweet mint and her hands were so soft.

“Oh no, It’s fine! it’s old anyway— I can just cut it off or tuck it in or something.” Honestly, Y/N would figure it out. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad, it was an accident after all. She let him untangle it, holding her hand still though it seemed like he needed some help. “Smaller fingers...” She mumbled, using her nails to get the thread gently off of the ring. “‘s a nice ring.” Y/N complimented, finally meeting his eyes and feeling the breath leave her lungs at the close proximity. Her lips parted naturally, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort.

She was beautiful Harry though he may get sick because wow. Wow. He had imagined holding her hand and kissing her but this exact moment he hadn’t a clue on what to do. So he improvised.

“Are you in the 8 am psych class on Mondays?” He tilted his head. “I know I’ve seen you before.” Oh, he had seen her a lot. Especially in his dreams, day and night. It had been a bit intoxicating, really. At her nod, his grin came on his face. “Sick. S’that what you’re gonna study for?” He didn’t bring up the other class because... it would be embarrassing if she hadn’t noticed him before and he knew all too much. He needed a refill of his coffee though so he grabbed his cup, gently taking her things and placing them on the table next to his. “At least let me buy your stuff though. I feel awful about your sweater.”

“I’m actually just waiting on them to finish making mine, I was on my way to secure a spot but—” Y/N blushed, realizing the mess she had made. “Could you get it for me while you’re up there? It’s for Y/N. I can sit here and watch your stuff.” She felt like that was a subtle way for her to tell him her name.

This was the most she had ever spoken to him and it had been about a month or so that she’d been eyeing him up. She knew he was in her English literature class as well, but psych was her major. Y/N wondered if maybe he too was a psych major, maybe that’s why they sort of had the same schedule? Regardless, she felt a bit nervous making conversation so she spent the time he was away coming up with what she was going to ask him and how she was going to keep the ball rolling. Hopefully she didn’t interrupt his studying, if anything she’d leave him alone.

“Y/N?” He tested it on his tongue out loud for the first time. It tasted good. “Yeah. M’Harry. I’ll be back.” He nodded, going towards the front. His heart going a mile a minute, he couldn’t believe how quickly his luck had changed. He ordered an extra cake pop today, for her. she had said it didn’t matter but to him, it did. Eventually he hoped he could buy her a replacement. Or... maybe she could wear his around. Wow. That would stroke his ego and his fragile heart to the core. He could already see her on his lavender fishermen’s sweater, in front of his fireplace back at home. She would be so cute. The voice calling her name snapped him out of the fantasy, Harry grabbing it and then his own shortly after before returning to the table. “Here. I got the last cake pop for you. Don’t tell anyone I’m the offender.”

“Ooo you’re a dead man if they find out.” Y/N said, looking around before gently taking it from him. “Thank you... that’s sweet.” She blushed, taking a bite of it before taking a sip of her chai latte. Now that she had stuff to fiddle around with she could take a breather and not have to worry about filling space. “But um.. did interrupt something? Don’t want to distract you...” Y/N nodded over to his laptop, secretly hoping that he wasn’t up to much so that she could chat to him. She just wanted to know the basics, literally anything would satisfy her craving. Harry was quite literally her wet dream, she’d been looking all around campus for someone like him to come around. “I uh... I think I’m also in your English lit class? I feel like I see you around often.” Y/N spoke, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. “What’s your major?” She felt like this conversation was light, something that would eventually lead into other things like... if he was single and looking for a girlfriend.

“Oh, you’re not bugging me. I’ve kind of been staring at the screen and zoning out if m’honest.” Harry chuckled, embarrassed a little to admit it. But everyone could relate to that, right? “And yeah... actually I think so.” He smiled lightly before taking a sip of his drink. Victory! She had noticed him too. He wasn’t the lonely creep who stared at the first who had no idea who he was. She knew who he was, kind of. He gently drew his sweater over his hands like little paws before going to her question. “English. I want to write and stuff, edit maybe. My dad has a publishing company so, I’m lucky I like a bit of the family business.” He tried to joke, looking at her. God. It was unnerving how beautiful and also, how fucking comfortable she was to be around. What a contrast. “And you? What major?” He took a nibble of his scone, not wanting to make a mess.

English? He’s a writer? Goodness. She was going to lose it.

“That’s cool, any specific genre you like to write?” Y/N asked curiously because well, it would actually tell her a lot about him and the kind of person he was. “I picture some mystery or possibly poetry, could go either way.” She said and squinted her eyes as she looked at him, pretending to size him up. “I can’t say I’m all that interesting, a psych major. Just like every other artsy person who doesn’t exactly want to commit to an art degree.” Y/N chuckled, “still deciding between criminal justice or counseling but... either way I’d be happy to get to pick someone’s brain. She did have the habit of analyzing people but only so she could understand them better. Y/N knew that all people wanted at the core was to be understood and loved for who they are, for the most part. Harry seemed reserved, calm and relaxed, secure in himself that’s for sure. It was extremely attractive.

“Oh? That’s really cool though.” Harry was genuinely interested in what she had to say either way. The major didn’t matter in his interest in her but it gave him information and something to talk about. If she was marketing or math he would be just as interested. “Criminal seems particularly interesting. Like that criminal minds show then? You’ll learn how they work and all of that?” He didn’t really know what it meant or why she had chosen it. “But close. I write romance novels.” He blushed fully. “Don’t judge me for it. But s’easy for me and I’m good at it, or so I’ve been told. I’ve been writing for a while.” He felt himself loosen up as they talked. Even if she intimidated him, she was really nice and sweet. “Poetry too, lots of it. But romance is my main thing, I’d like to do novels and that sort of stuff.” He could see she didn’t think it was lame, rather interesting. Which was a major relief. He wanted to impress her, so so badly.

“Sorta, yeah. Like... being able to predict a criminal's next move, psychologically.” Y/N explained and shrugged, “feel like it’s really fun and interesting but terrifying all at once. Dunno if I could actually interview a criminal without feeling like it was going to cry.” She let out a laugh, knowing she was quite soft. Her face lit up when he said he wrote romance novels. Wow. Well, as if he wasn’t a character right out of a romcom himself! She felt like that’s what this was. A romcom. Bumping into him at a coffee shop like a scene straight from one. “Really?! So you’re a proper romantic then? Buy the last cake pop for every girl, hmm?” She gave him a bashful smile. The very last thing she was doing was judge, she was more so thinking about their wedding. Yep. Already. Daydreaming because she swore she’d hit the jackpot. Wasn’t even sure if he liked her yet, but she was hopeful. After all, she’d turned on her charm.

“I guess I am.” Harry smirked to himself slightly at the good reception. Damn. He had been so worried and hesitant- he should have just talked to her. She wasn’t... that scary. Only a little bit.

He let her talk a bit more about her degree and Harry went on to speak about his favorite authors, and then the conversation shifted towards their classes and how he had been struggling slightly in psych— which led to her offering to help. Harry was shocked because honestly he hadn’t expected it from her, but he was pleased. He was happy to have an excuse to hang out with her more. See more of her and be able to teach himself to relax properly around her. He felt like a damn wind up toy, giddy and excited.

“That would be so helpful, if you could. And if you don’t mind.” He stressed. “I have a place off campus, if you’d want to go there? I’ll buy you some pizza or something for your help.” He was a giver and if it meant getting a $20 pizza for her because he wanted good quality, then he would!

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Y/N was practically jumping up and down with joy in her mind, this was a turn of events. She went from secretly crushing on him to being invited over his house in only a few hours. “I can never say no to pizza, but it’s really no problem. They say if you can teach it to someone else then you truly understand it so it’ll be a good test for me. Y/N also knew that they wouldn’t just study. Come on. It was a Friday night and study was practically code for hook up, especially considering he had invited her to his place and not the library. She had to prepare, had to make sure she looked cute and everything. She’d shower before hand too, the whole nine. “I can be there around 6?” Y/N suggested, checking her calendar app even though she already knew when she could come. She had to at least look like she wasn’t jumping at the idea.

“That’s cool. Uh— here, if you want I can put my number in your phone and whenever you want I can text you the address?” Oh, fuck. How, how the tables have turned. He had gone from wistfully staring at her every day to having a scheduled study session with her, the girl he’d been practically having wet dreams about. Having a full conversation and then her having his number! He was giddy and playing with the sleeves of his sweater as a result of the excited nerves. “Do you have any allergies? I do have a kitten at home.” He wanted to make sure he wouldn’t have to put Marie away. He loved his baby but he wanted to try something and see if she would be cool with him in a private setting. It would be less hard to talk about deeper things without people around. He took her phone from her and typed in his number, adding his name with a little 📚 after it. That wasn’t too much, right?

“Aw you do! I have one too, well... he thinks he’s a big boy.” Y/N shook her head at the thought of her sweet little Milo. Despite not doing anything she planned to do at the coffee shop, it still felt like a productive day in her eyes. Finally getting to chat with Harry felt like a breath of fresh air and he wasn’t all that scary now that she got to chatting with him. She took her phone back and smiled at the cute little emoji, sending him a text to let him know it was her before hesitantly getting up. “Alright well, I gotta get back to my kitten... but, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N smiled, watching him stand up as well. The two of them walked out of the coffee shop and to their cars, Y/N being bold enough to give him a hug before opening her car door. “Night!” She was surprised with herself. Y/N was proud, completely over the moon and honestly she wasn’t sure how she was going to sleep tonight.

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Harry laid out on the bed that night with Marie on his chest. He had told her all about how the pretty Y/N had met him and that she would be coming over. The pretty cat was a long haired white kitty, and she purred along with Harry as he spoke. She liked hearing Harry be happy. It made him want to squeak when he heard his phone buzz and a little text from her popped up— he saved her as ‘Y/N 🌼’ because he felt like it fit. Part of him wanted to put a heart but he would be mortified if she saw and thought it was weird. She wore a yellow flower shirt one day so he figured that’s what he could excuse it as.

‘Hey, happy to hear from you! :) I hope your kitty is doing well. I meant to ask, you aren’t vegetarian are you?’

Y/N smiled at his text and attached a photo of her gray kitten laying across the top of her head while she laid down.

‘Yes, he’s quite cozy.’

‘I am actually! But I’m not too fussy.’

She couldn’t help it, she loved animals and she couldn’t bring herself to do it anymore. Occasionally, she would indulge in a chicken nugget or seafood, but for the most part she didn’t feel like she had to.

‘I’m going to get some sleep though, Good night Harry 💓’

That wasn’t too much was it? It was just a heart! She sent them to everyone. Y/N stayed up for a good ten minutes just digesting the day. Tomorrow would be even better, she had a feeling.

——

Harry was... well, he wasn’t sure how to describe the emotion. When Niall inevitably quizzed him on why he was acting strange, the best he had come up with was a mix of nerves and giddiness, also terror and extreme happiness. He was going to hang out with the girl he had been silently crushing on— and they had been texting quite frequently in the short time they had each other’s numbers. Was this going to be a regular thing? Was it going to blossom into more? He knew that he had wasted time before, not talking to her. She wasn’t scary! No... she was so sweet and kind and beautiful and everything she said made him a literal heart eye emoji. She had taken to sending him random photos, even so quickly in and it felt comfortable. He had even sent her a shot of Marie on the counter this morning, on top of his school notes. It was odd. The excitement he felt when he heard the bing from his phone of the vibration in his pocket... it was incredible. He liked this feeling. Damn it. This was such a new thing. He wanted to do more.

He saw her in class, watching as she crept in a bit after the last call should be with a sheepish smile on her face. He waved to her silently and watched her climb up, his heart beating quicker when she chose a seat closer to his than before. She wanted to sit near him? He clutched the rainbow patchwork sweater by the sleeves and fiddled with the cuffs, nerves and excitement swirling in his tummy.

If class wasn’t already on, Y/N knew she would have tried to spark up some conversation with Harry, but for now all she could manage was passing him a note.

‘I like your cardigan :)’

It was really cute. Most of Harry’s wardrobe was and in her dream world she already stole a few to wear. English literature wasn’t exactly the most exciting class, but Harry seemed invested. Y/N enjoyed watching him focus and take notes while she mostly doodled some random flowers and bears in her notebook. Her mind was thinking about what she was going to wear to his house and how she definitely needed a shower before and that she had to put on the lotion that matched her perfume. Was she overthinking this? Maybe. Of course it was just a study date, but you could never be too sure where things could go. And if they did— she wanted to be ready.

He knew that he needed to contain himself but his smile made it hard. She liked his cardigan. The random compliment had him feeling mushy and happy and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks as he clicked his pen and wrote back to her.

‘Thanks :) my nan knitted it for me. I like your little head band.’

He passed it back before opening his notebook back up. Her stare could be felt and he wanted to smirk a little at it because, well, who wouldn’t? She was so great, and he wanted to experience more of her but he was trying to not rush shit. He was a romance writer after all. All of it felt so in tune with his own wants and he had a hard time believing it was real. Sweet little Y/N wanted to hang out with him and she complimented his cardigan!

‘Awe!! That’s cute and thank youuuu 🥰’

She drew him a little smiley face with hearts around it, felt like it was very on brand for her and her emotive texting. Y/N felt all giddy because she had made a new friend but she was really hoping they wouldn’t just be friends.

Y/N knew she was hard to read because she was generally nice to everyone and honestly, Harry seemed to be the same way. She could only assume he liked her because he asked her to hang out so quickly. And he’d bought her a cake pop and was planning on buying pizza tonight. Was it a date then? Gosh, she needed to stop reading into it. Her leg kept bouncing up and down, mind trying to refocus and thankfully, their professor was discussing something she too had noticed in her reading. She still managed to steal quick glances at Harry for the rest of the class, giving him shy little smiles. It wasn’t till class ended that she ended up speaking to him, but even that was quick. She needed to get home and get ready.

Harry had gotten a quick hi, and a ‘see you tonight!’ With her hand brushing his arm before she skipped off to.. wherever she went. And that had him nearly sprinting home. Cleaning top to bottom, vacuum, scrub, vacuum again. Changed his sheets— why, he wasn’t sure— put his laundry in the basket, filled up Marie’s food and water, fluffed the pillows, cleaned the windows and coffee table... he did it all. Even cleaned out the fridge! Like she would care? Harry didn’t know. All he did know was that he was finally showered and smelled nice, hair fixed and the pumpkin patch candle was lit! The tv was on low because he was nervous and needed some filler noise to keep himself from overthinking.

Y/N was doing the same, not cleaning her apartment but cleaning herself. She stripped out of her clothes when she got home and immediately got into the shower, taking one of those full maintenance ones for good measure. Once she was positive she was squeaky clean and smelled nice, she jumped out to take the next steps. God, she really wanted to impress him. He’d been her crush for a while and she needed this. She wanted to look like she didn’t put in my effort when she did so she decided to put on some light makeup and chose an outfit that was more laid back. Usually, she was seen wearing sweaters and jeans, nothing too fancy, so that’s exactly what she settled on. Y/N wanted to look warm and inviting.

Milo mewed beneath her feet as she collected all her study supplies, rubbing against her ankles in need of attention. “I’m sorry bubs, I know I didn’t get to spend lots of time with you today but don’t be too mad.” Y/N pouted, picking him up and giving him a cuddle for a few minutes. She held him up to her chest as she finished up, deciding she needed to leave now.

‘Leaving now, be there in 20 ✨’

She sent, hopping into her car with nerves bubbling up in her stomach. God, she really hoped tonight went well.

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When Harry heard the knock at the door he shot up, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before forcing himself to be slow, walking to the door. And when he opened it, it really did feel like being hit in the gut. Seeing someone so beautiful, so up close? It got to him. He had to admit that. Y/N has this natural beauty that he drooled over. That felt like a hit. Every time he saw her he swore she got more beautiful.

“Hi.” He spoke with a smile, opening the door up for her. “Come inside. Marie is wandering around so I have to close the door. A little escape artist, she is.” He joked, letting her scurry in and close the door behind her.

“Hey! Oop— okay!” Y/N giggled and stepped past him into his apartment. It was very cute and very tidy. Y/N felt a little flutter in her belly, it was freshly cleaned. She stepped out of her shoes before further examining the decor. The style was something she very much expected for Harry, it was cozy and artsy. Lots of earth tones and that sweet autumn smell coming from the candle made her feel that much more excited. “It’s so nice in here! I love the pillows.” Y/N complimented, liking how some were fluffy and some had funky patterns on them. It was then that she heard a meow from below, Marie sniffing at her sock covered toes. “Oh hi there... sorry if you can smell Milo on me, gave me lots of snuggles before I left.” Y/N cooed down to the kitten, dropping down so she was closer to the ground and extended her hand for her to sniff and get used to.

Y/N realized this was very real now, especially because he had gone out of his way to make his place look nice. Most guys wouldn’t care, but maybe Harry did this for everyone. When she stood back up and turned to face him, she got a whiff of him and noticed his semi damp hair. He showered too. Oh—

Harry smiled at her and Marie, happy his kitten seemed to like her. Usually she would sniff his friends and run off but she began to weave over her legs and beg for pets. He was in awe. Christ. She had him by the balls already.

“Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got diet soda... apple juice, lots of teas. And water.” He hummed, going into the kitchen with her behind him. It was an open concept though, the kitchen the first thing near the door and it opened into a large living area, the hall down going to the master bedroom. It was simple but perfect for him in college. He gave her a moment to think it over as he looked at her. So cozy and... cuddly. He wanted to slide his hands under her sweater and feel her warm skin and nuzzle into the crook of her neck, let her fingers play through his hair.

“Apple juice sounds good.” Y/N smiled, having picked up Marie at this point to carry her into the kitchen with them. She had a feeling she’d get along just great with Milo if they ever got to meet. “You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” Y/N cooed at the kitten, seeing her comfortably settled against her. “Does your Daddy spoil you with snuggles too?” She asked toying with her little paw before looking up at Harry with a smile. He had fumbled a bit with the lid of the juice at her words which made her giggle, “How are you? How was your day today?” Y/N was genuinely curious, deciding to make some small talk before actually sitting down. In her head she could already imagine the two of them hanging out here constantly, tangled up in one another, kissing and laughing and doing all the cute things that Harry likely wrote about in his stories.

“I’m— im good.” Harry’s mouth was dry. He knew that she hadn’t meant anything by it, but he heard her say ‘daddy’ in reference to him, and his stupid cock had jumped, tummy felt hot. Damn it. He wished he wasn’t so deprived but... she had been at the forefront of his mind. “It was a good day. I was happy to talk to you. You’re fun to talk to.” He meant it too. She was so interesting and funny and he was completely whipped and okay with it. Damn. He wished he had maybe a bit more restraint with his imagination but he didn’t. Not at all. “I have a harder time meeting people... i can be a little shy sometimes. I’m in my own head a lot you know? I have my core group of friends but... it’s hard to get to know people. I want to know them.” Her. That translates to her.

“Yeah?” Y/N felt her heart jump. He was happy to speak with her even just a little bit? He wanted to talk to her and get to know her? It wasn’t just a one sided thing. They were both making an effort in their own way and she was thinking someone had to break the tension. “I’m happy you think so.” Y/N blushed, “I um... I also like talking to you.” She had her little friend group as well but she never thought she’d actually end up being friends with Harry. Listening to him explain how reserved he was definitely made her feel special though. He chose to open up to her, she was special enough for that and that made her cheeks grow warm once again. “I’ll tell you just about anything you want to know.” Y/N smiled, hesitantly placing Marie down before taking a few steps closer to him to get her glass of apple juice.

“Ooooh, a little daunting. Anything? Your social security number?” Harry was joking. Trying to clear the air and make her relax because she was a bit shy too and he wanted her to be comfortable here. This place should be a good spot for her. He motioned for her to come sit on the couch with him, Marie trailing after Y/N. Little traitor had a new favorite already but... he couldn’t say he could blame her. “I dunno... it’s hard sometimes, in this age to make genuine friendships. Feels like everyone’s already got their friend groups and you don’t want to infringe upon them yeah? And... I write a lot. I’m not a partier. Not to sound cliche but again.... I’m a writer.” He chuckled.

“I said just about!” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head to herself at his joke. She felt like she was an open book, she was pretty open with the things she liked and generally she aimed to spread positivity and love where she could. Her hobbies included lots of things, music, knitting, reading, gardening. That kind of stuff. “But yeah, I get that... I’ve been pretty content with my group of friends, though I think most people are open to making new ones. At least I am... I am a bit shy though.” Y/N took a sip of her apple juice before setting it down on the coffee table again. “Yeah, you said. Romance novels.” She smiled and leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable. “What sorts of romance novels?” What? Could you blame her for wanting to know what sort of content was in them? Maybe it could give her some insight on what he wanted.

“Oooooh. Hard hitting stuff.” Harry huffed out playfully. “I’m... it’s a variety, I think. I’ve done supernatural, classic tropes, historical romance was very fun. I am partial to enemies to lovers or forbidden romances though. They’re the most fun to write.” Y/N genuinely looked like she cared so he continued. “I’ve been trying out different stuff but....” he blushed again. “I’m... looking at erotica right now.” It wasn’t something he usually would blurt out but hey, she seemed trustworthy. Plus she didn’t seem like she would judge either. It was a new favorite of his. The rawness of it and writing sex scenes... it was amazing. Reading it, writing it, he thought he could do some on the side and sell it under a pen name. It would be a fun thing to try.

Erotica. This man sat down and wrote detailed sex scenes, likely kinky, for fun? Thankfully she didn’t have any juice in her mouth because it surely would have been spat out.

“H-how are you finding it?” She asked, reaching for her apple juice because she felt like she couldn’t sit still now. How else was she supposed to go about things when all she could think about was sex. Sex with him specifically. Y/N wasn’t blind, she knew that Harry was very attractive and very much gifted with beautiful hands. She could only assume he would have a wonderful cock as well. She knew there was no way someone so quite couldn’t have the filthiest of minds, she knew hers was. Her fantasies were where she roamed free.

“I mean... I do like it a lot, actually. I hope that doesn’t come across as creepy or pervy but I like to be able to write something like that. It’s freeing, in a sense.” Harry couldn’t really properly describe why but, he was a kinky dude. You’d never think it. He was soft and wore sweaters a lot and drank tea at home from a kitty mug but he was.... a kinky fucker. And he loved sex. There was just something about it. He wanted to try more and more of it but he had a tendency to get attached to his partners, even hook ups... so he had put that on a hault.

“I’d like to read some...” Y/N felt like at some point, she’d want to read his writing. If he felt comfortable now she didn’t mind. It was just writing, wasn’t it?

“You want to?” She looked at him with bright eyes and her a fast nod so Harry decided to say, fuck it. If they were going to work as friends... or lovers, which is what Harry really wanted... she would need to accept this side. He grabbed his laptop and boosted it on, letting himself grab the latest completed scene. “Here. You can read this, i'll order the pizza.” There were obvious nerves in his belly from letting her read filthy smut from his computer but Y/N... she was different. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but she was.

They were meant to be studying.

That was long forgotten though as Y/N nodded and got comfortable on the couch with his laptop sat in her lap. It felt a bit taboo, but she figured she could separate the writer from the story.

The scene was from a male character’s perspective, describing him having a long and hard day at work where all he could think about was his partner. Y/N felt her face get progressively warmer as the character spoke about his partner, she couldn’t help but imagine this was how Harry was when he was horny and needy.

Y/N knew that if she was his, she would certainly brighten up his mood after a tough day at work. Seeing her own name in the document however proved that Harry thought the same. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head, her eyes lifting from the screen to look up at him as he ordered the pizza completely unaware of her discovery.

This is what he imagined? This is what he wanted to do.... with her?

Harry ordered two cheese pizzas and some cinnamon dessert thing because there was a a special going on. He had thought about getting more but he didn’t want to go overboard with it, so he finished the order. Thank god for online ordering.

“Okay... it’ll be here in 25 minutes I think.” He hummed, looking up and freezing slightly. She looked blushy and her eyes wide as she read the post and he wondered why she looked a bit startled. “Hey... y’alright love?” He asked quietly. God damn it. Had he freaked her out too much? Was it just too much in general for the first time they properly hung out? He couldn’t remember exactly what scene he had pulled up. Just that it was recent, a billionaire type of thing.

Y/N casually moved the laptop on to the coffee table without answering his question. She didn’t think twice before she climbed on to his lap, hands settling on his shoulders. Sure, it was a risky move, but after what she’d read? She felt like she had to make her move. She wanted to be just as hot and sexy as he had imagined her to be. Harry’s shocked expression made her smile, hand going up to cup his cheek.

“You left my name in the document...” Y/N’s voice spoke low and slow, thumb brushing over his now parted lips. Never did she think she could be so bold so soon, but fuck did it feel good. She felt so powerful, so sexy, and so so horny. “Thought about me riding your cock so much you wrote about it?” Y/N whispered, leaning in to kiss the skin just below his ear before nibbling at the skin. “Noticed me before we properly met... thought about me... is this what you wanted, baby?”

Harry blanked.

Oh. fuck.

He hadn’t expected her to climb into his lap. Climbing on and straddling him, cupping his cheek, talking in that hot little voice that had his cock filling a bit. Holy fucking shit.

“Oh—” He was cut off by her thumb over her lip. She was into it, into him. How had this happened? He had to be dreaming. But... no. Her heat was too real to be a dream. Her eyes too clear and dark, her smell too real. It was real. “Y-yeah...” He whispered, gasping when she kissed his skin, hand grabbing her waist. Oh, hell. Under his pants, his cock was quickly hardening. You couldn’t blame him, his dream woman, his crush, was straddling his lap and kissing his neck. Talking like this.

“Thought about it ‘lots.” He muttered. She was so bold for this and that was something he found so sexy. When her teeth scraped his skin and bit down a bit harder, a dark groan left his mouth, hand on her waist tightening. “Holy shit... Y/N.”

“Hmm... feels good?” Y/N questioned, licking over the spot that she bit before moving to a new one. “Think I can make you cum in 25 minutes?” Y/N felt like she could take on the challenge, his cock was already hardening beneath her and she was a bit of foreplay away from being completely soaked. “Wanna try all of it, yeah?” Y/N muttered, nipping at the spot just where his jawline met his neck. “Riding your cock.... you bending me over, can choke me too. Please do...” She moaned at the thought, her hormones completely taking over. He still seemed to be frozen, despite his hand now on her waist so she moved her hips forward a little bit and tugged at his hair. “Wanna make you feel good.”

Y/N had a kink for giving but it seemed Harry did as well. She expected a needy hook up, rough touches, quickness, pure lust. It’s exactly what she needed. It’s been a while since she’d hooked up with anyone and she was desperate for Harry to break her dry spell.

“Ah, shit.” Harry hissed. The tug at his hair sent a shock of hot arousal down his spine. That got him going so quickly. She wanted to fuck? Right now? He would be a fool to say no, and he wasn’t raised a fool. “Yeah? Y’want to ride my cock?” He asked lowly. “Fucks sake... I didn’t know you were so dirty.” He never would have guessed it from her either but... they were here. And he was snapped out of his shock by the tug, and now he was ready to do whatever the fuck she let him. “What did y’want the most, love? Tell me.” He had taken into account that she wanted to be choked, raising a hand to gently cuff her throat, bringing her close to his face. The confidence was soaring now, and all because she was leaking it. She wanted it, desperately. “I said, tell me.” He gave a quick squeeze to her throat. “Want to know what you need.”

“Need your cock, daddy.” Y/N moaned out, eyes blown and glazed over with desire. Y/N could feel the tension in her bones, cunt throbbing and aching to be touched. “Need you so bad, please— wanted you for so long, please make me cum, please!” She pleaded, fully giving into the fantasy. Y/N was never one to hold back and from what she had read, he certainly didn’t want her to. Her body felt like it was on fire, hands grabbing fist fulls of his sweater in hopes that he’d just take it off. Y/N wasn’t sure what type of body would be beneath it, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel his warm skin, lick and kiss all that she could while she worked her magic. Y/N waited for his directions, falling into the submissive role easily despite her initial approach. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna have to re-write that scene.”

Harry was going to give this girl any fucking thing she wanted. He let her guide his sweater off, the cool air hitting his skin not even getting a chance because her hands and mouth were all over him. It was like she had fallen into a heat, and Harry.... he loved it. He placed his hands under her sweater, feeling her hands smooth over his chest as she kissed at his neck and over his jaw. Her skin was hot under the sweater, his hands gripping her waist and smoothing over her hips, going up and sip to her ribs where he realized— fuck.

“Not wearing a fucking bra?” He hissed. “Jesus... you’re a little minx, aren’t you? Off with this.” He spoke lowly, grabbing the ends of it but barely had a shot before Y/N ripped it off of her body. Fucks sake. She was sexier than he had ever imagined. “My god... you’re so sexy, baby.” He whispered, sitting up and burying his face between her breasts. Kissing the hot skin between them, working his way up with the wet, open mouthed kisses to her throat.

“Oh Daddy...” Y/N’s body shuddered at the feeling of his mouth on her, head falling back as she let out a happy sigh. He seemed to like her hand in his hair so she happily gripped at his locks as he scattered kisses over her skin. “Come ‘ere...” She whined, guiding him up to her lips. “Wanna taste your mouth.” Making eye contact with him in this moment felt intimate. All those quick glances in classes and at the coffee shop, all the day dreaming, it all built up to this moment where she fully felt she could let herself let go. The both of them wanted this, it was so reassuring, this was a safe space and they could do whatever they wanted. Y/N’s body rolled forward, pushing him further back onto the couch and angling her hips so she could tease the both of them before she let herself have it. Fuck was he hard... and full. Another moan left her lips, sounding more like a plea and cry for more.

“Fuck me... you’re needy. I love it.” Harry hissed, pulling her mouth to his. It wasn’t soft. No, this kiss... it was hot. Heavy. Her mouth opened and immediately he dragged his tongue inside, meeting hers. She tasted like the apple juice and a bit of mint, and he could groan just from how good it was. Sweet little Y/N wasn’t too innocent at all. “Fuck— keep teasing me like that. S’like you want to end up crying.” He had a feeling now that she did. She wanted his cock inside of her pussy, thrusting in and out and letting herself soak him. Yeah... he wanted it too. “Keep calling me daddy. You’re so dirty. Who would have fucking... known.” He spoke between the kisses, hands going for her jeans. He wanted them off, like hours ago. He was finally going to get her. “M’gonna lay you out in my bed after... first m’gonna fuck you, but M’gonna clean out your cunt with my tongue. And then M’gonna take you again. Yeah?” She has come for studying but was staying for hot sex and he hoped to turn it into a nice marathon. He had all weekend and he was hoping she wouldn’t have to go. He had too many idea for her. “Gonna let daddy lick it up?”

“Fuck— yes, gonna let daddy have his way with me...” She kept her hips rolling against his slowly, keeping the rhythm in check with the passionate kiss they were sharing. Y/N already knew this was going to be the best sex of her life, the kiss alone let her know that. His tongue would work wonders on her cunt and she’d be more than happy to return the favor. Hesitantly, Y/N began to stand to get her jeans off, one of her hands staying put on the back of his neck so the kiss didn’t break. She let him fiddle with the zipper, feeling his fingers hook both her jeans and underwear before yanking them down to which Y/N let out a little squeal.

Y/N knew she had to pull away from the kiss for air but she didn’t want to, waiting till the very last minute until she couldn’t anymore and went to get his jeans off.

“Come on. Be good.” He murmured against her lips, brushing his hips up so she could get his pants off. She tugged and easily they came down, Harry kicking them off as he pulled her back in his lap. His hands gripped her bare ass and groaned when she pushed into them, not thinking twice before pulling his hand back and smacking it the sound rang in the room and she let out the most sexy noise against his mouth, making him hiss. Fuck. He wanted her so fucking badly. This girl... she was everything. One hand went to feel and fuck. Fuck shit, motherfuck, it was wet. She was so, wet. “Jesus— you’re so wet. Baby— holy shit, you’re soaked.” He whispered. “S’cause of me? You wanted daddy’s cock this bad?” He pulled his fingers off slightly, the arousal still stringing to his fingers. He placed them at her mouth and pushed them in. “That’s it. Clean them up, sweet girl. You’re so filthy, y’know that? Precious little thing. So slick and hot, want cock so fucking bad don’t you?” He cooed, feeling her suck on the digits. “Now.... rub it against your pussy. Don’t put it in yet. get it wet.”

Y/N sucked at his fingers as if it were her job, making sure to treat it like she would his cock which included eye contact. She loved looking at him, seeing his hungry expression and his eyes that seemed to say so much more than he did. Even the feeling of her cunt sliding over his cock sent tingles up her spine. It had never affected her this much with other guys, but she assumed it was different with Harry because she had wanted him for so long. Y/N let out a whimper, feeling a gush of wetness accumulate when he pushed his fingers in farther. Harry was hot in ways she couldn’t explain, there were little things he did that just hit the spot and made her want to fuck him even harder. Y/N was practically bouncing on his cock, aching for him to let her have it inside.

“You’re such a good girl. Listening so fucking well.” Harry took his fingers from her mouth, smirking at the whine and slight chasing of his fingers when he placed it on her breast. She gave it all to him and honestly, he was ready to just... lose it. “Go ahead. Take what you want.” It was not even a moment later that he felt her begin to sink down. She was tight— so damn tight, and he choked slightly at just how good the squeeze was. He let out a hiss, head thrown back in the couch as the slick, hit cunt sucked over him, squeezing hard as she stretched open slowly. “Holy fuck.” He growled, gripping both hips now and looking at her with a darkness in his eyes. “You’re so bloody tight— Christ, you’re squeezin’ me so good.” He whispered.

“Daddy!” She whimpered as she slid farther down on his cock until she couldn’t fit anymore of him in. “I’m so full— feels so good.” Her eyes rolled back a bit as she began to bounce at a slowed rhythm. Small moans and little huffs came from her throat with every stroke of her hips, it wasn’t until she felt warmed up that she actually went for it. Y/N shifted so that she had better balance, keeping her hands on his shoulders before dropping back down on his cock. “Fuck!” She squeaked, making sure to clench one her way back up before repeating the action at a quicker pace. It felt incredible. He was touching every little part of her, feeling small waves of pleasure spread throughout her body. “Daddy! Fuck— feels so good ahhh!” Her moans were pornographic, whiny, desperate and needy. She didn’t even know she could sound like that, but apparently it was possible when she was as thirsty for cock as she was.

Never would he have guessed that this would be the outcome of their hang out. He had hoped, sure. Dreamed? Absolutely. But the reality was so much better. He had the hot, wet and extremely tight pussy gliding up and down his cock. She was moaning, tits bouncing in his face, and she was vocal. More than he could have asked for. The infatuation he had with her was only growing.

“Fuck, you’re a good girl. Such a perfect little cunt. Like bouncing on my cock, hm? Knew you’d be the perfect girl for me. Keep going.” His hand squeezed her ass, encouraging her to work herself on him. “Feels so full, yeah? Such a big cock filling such a little pussy. A nice stretch for you hm? So eager to be filled up...” her face was of pure bliss and Harry couldn’t help but take a mental photo. He hoped this could happen more than this once. “Knew you’d be good for me. Throwin’ yourself in my lap and begging to be fucked. Never guessed you’d be such a little slut, but I love it.” He took his hand, bringing it down sharply on her ass.

“Fuck!” Y/N gasped, her own hand moving to cuff his neck. It wasn’t as effective as him doing it to her, but it got the point across. The both of them grabbing at each other roughly, him thrusting up into her each time she slammed down. It could only be described as pure ecstasy, surely the hottest sex she had ever had. She needed him, she needed him to cum. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from leaning down to kiss his mouth again, making a mess of the two of them. “You’re so fucking good— love your cock, daddy... fucking love it!” She moaned between kisses, increasing her pace just enough so she could fuck him hard and steady. “I want you to cum for me daddy, wanna feel it nice and deep.” Thank fuck for IUDs. “Want you to fill me up while I cum all over your cock, can you do that for me? Can you cum with me?”

He was panting, lowering himself so he could properly thrust into her sopping cunt. He hadn’t gotten any in so long but this blew any and everyone out of the water. No one could ever understand how good this was. All the pining and imagining had come to an even better conclusion.

“I’ll do it... but you... gotta promise me.” He growled, giving a particularly sharp thrust inside of her, making her wail. “Promise me I can do it again. Let me have this pussy more.” He didn’t want it to end if it was the only time he could get it. It was too good to let go of. Drooling all over his cock and her soft whimpers and dirty words had him more worked up than anything else. “Promise, baby, and I’ll let you have my cum.”

“Promise— I promise— fuck!” She felt her breath get caught in her throat at the particularly hard thrusts Harry was giving her. “Please Daddy, please give it to me.” Y/N whimpered, moving her hands so they cupped his cheeks, keeping eye contact with him as they continued to relentlessly thrust into each other. There was nothing more satisfying, nothing that managed to hit every part of her both physically and spiritually and made her feel so alive. When you’ve wanted something for so long it makes getting it that much better and she knew that she’d always be chasing this high that only he could give her. “I’m so close, fuck, daddy—“ She mumbled between kisses, squeezing around him and continuing at her pace to bring herself to the perfect high. “Cum with me daddy, please— ah!”

Harry would work on his stamina next round. But after the whole thing, he was close to losing his mind. She was giving him the most tempting offer and he wasn’t going to give it up.

“Oh— fuck me.” He thrusted in again and again before he let himself go. Feeling her clench up around him and sob against his mouth, he let out a deep growl as he buried himself deep. Hot cum shooting inside of her cunt, rocking his hips in to get it all in there. There was no doubt that this was some of the most intense sex of his life but he was almost ready to go again, as soon as it ended. Holding her shivering form, her orgasm was tapering, he could feel her clenching still. “That’s it. Take all of it inside of you. Good girl.”

Y/N gripped Harry’s shoulders, loud screams of pleasure coming straight from her throat. There were no words to describe the high, she almost felt out of her own body as he showered her with praise. With her body shaking and face contorting with a silent scream, she found it in her to come back down letting out a pathetic whimper.

“Daddy—” She swallowed thickly, mouth finding his messily, pressing kisses to his lips and his face. The two of them were both lightly covered in sweat, breathing heavily and enjoying each other’s company. Y/N was far too blissed out to think about what just happened, but blissed out enough to know there would be many more rounds of this tonight. Y/N smiled as she nuzzled against his neck, still sponging kissing to his dampened skin. “Better?” She mumbled, smirking against his skin a bit.

“Mm.” He hummed, hands holding her hips still. Holy hell. This was the beginning of an amazing weekend- because he didn’t plan on letting her out at all, if he could help it’ he wanted her to stay, to let him indulge in her. “So fucking good.” He muttered lowly, rubbing his hand up her back and smoothing over her skin. Fucks sake. This was paradise. Nothing could pop him out of this.

At least, that was until the doorbell rang.

“Ah, fuck. The pizza.”

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