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#i hope you had so much fun with harry and that you enjoyed every minute of the concert and that you felt loved and happy <3
eveningepiphany · 9 months
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summary: seeing harry tonguing his guitar last night has you finally admitting the state he puts you in. and that’s never good when you’re a tour photographer. especially now you have photographic evidence of the moment.
warnings: SMUT, oral (fem rec), dirty talk, praise, swearing
a/n: can’t stop thinking about that fucking video? like it’s on loop in my head I can’t. he was so slutty last night it’s illegal. also this isn’t 100% proofread so enjoy I hope it’s okay!
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Some days at work are harder than others for you.
Today, you knew was going to be rough the second Harry walked out in single-handedly the most revealing outfit he could have. Borderlining absolutely slutty.
And as his tour photographer, that is quite a bold statement to make when you’ve seen every single outfit— and when his top half is often found shirtless up on stage.
But tonight, out backstage when you were prepping your SD cards and ordering your camera lenses, he walked out of his dressing room adorning his stage outfit to show you, and your stomach dropped the sight of him.
It was a new style, something he hadn’t worn before. A cropped, tasseled blue vest, paired with low rise pants that looked like they were clinging onto his hips for dear life.
“Alrighty, what d’ya think?” He asked, doing a little spin to shake the tassels.
Your mouth opened and words struggled to form as your head fogged over from just seeing his body. And the way his ferns were fully out— along with almost all of his other ink on display. Arms, chest and all.
You had sworn this, many times, was just your eye for art. For people like him who made photography electric. But as time and the tour progressed on from its earlier start in 2021, it was getting harder to convince yourself. Because even if you didn’t acknowledge it, there was no way to justify the heat that stirred in your stomach as just admiration.
“Oh— wow— I like the tassels,” you paused, tongue swiping over your lips, “they’ll be really fun in the photos, I’ll try to get some motion blur type shots with them.”
Your hand reached out before your brain even computed what it was doing, grabbing one of the rhinestoned threads at the base of his vest and running down it. Knuckles brushing the side of his chest.
“Excited to see them as always, m’lovely.” He smiles, the pet name making you flush.
“10 minutes till you’re on, H!” Someone called out.
You laughed at the panicked expression on his face as he realised he was probably dawdling, and in fact behind on his own schedule.
“Alright!” He confirmed back, then chuckling as he whispered to you, “I still gotta brush m’teeth.”
“Well, cmon let’s go, I’ll see what behind the scene shots I can get.”
And you thought that the time spent with him pre-show would ease your racing mind a little, but now that you’re out on the floor you’re almost jittering.
He looks fucking delectable. And by the sound of the stadium around you, they notice it too.
As he steps out you have to force your camera up to your face, which is something you never have to do? But looking at him through your viewfinder is hardly enough to satiate you.
Especially a little later in the show, when your camera is aimed to the back of him— and he’s squated down to get a drink of water…
His pants slipping so far down his hips that the waistband of his Calvin Kleins are easily visible.
Some girls on barricade behind you are going feral simply at the sight. And you can hardly blame them, because the sight of them makes you a little light headed too. Tonight he’s really not leaving much to the imagination.
You feel obliged to take a photo of it, lens aiming up to him— hearing the girls from behind you as your cameras shutters open to capture the moment. They’re shouting clearly, “Y/N, you get that pic girl!”
Another one yelling from your left, “SHES ONE OF US!”
You laugh at them. The fans are always an amazing part of the show. You leave with an array of adorable bracelets, funny shirts, and always lovely compliments.
You snap a few more photos before someone calls your name again, and you turn. A brunette girl, in an incredible replica of his recent purple and black heart overalls from the recent Wembley show, is standing.
“Y/N!” She reaffirms when you’re looking at her.
“Hi lovely, your outfit is amazing.” You smile, and she has fresh tears streaming down her face— a common love on tour occurrence.
“Ohmygod, thank you so much. I made you this tshirt, i wanted to give it to you!” She pulled a white shirt from her feet, presumably from a bag.
She held it out, unfolding it to show off the print on the front.
You immediately couldn’t help but let out a shocked laugh at it. A big pink shaded heart, with 2 also heart-shaped photos on each side of it— of you and Harry. But the best bit was the bubble written font, “my favourite parents!” that is above it.
“I— can I please take a photo of you with it first.”
She slaps a hand over her mouth, “No way, of course you fucking can.”
You take a few photos of her posing with the shirt, “I have 2, please feel free take them both!”
You can only assume one of them is intended for Harry. And even if it’s a little weird of you to take them, you do anyway because the girl was too lovely to even consider denying them.
“Thank you so much.” You chuckle as you hang them over your elbow. She still looks starstruck at the interaction that just occurred and you’re overly excited to edit the photos later on.
In the time of the short interaction, you turned to find Harry. He’s about to transition into she, and is over on the main stage.
You hustle to get yourself up from the floor and onto the stage area. Moving to chuck the shirts on the bench, where most of the bands essentials are for easy access.
Harry sees you over there and you decide to show him the design on the front before you can overthink it.
He’s beginning to sing the intro, and he chuckles the lyrics into the mic as he sees it. And fans around the whole arena scream at the shirt— which you didn’t realise was being displayed on the big screens.
You shake your head, struggling not to admire the tone of his laugh that just echoed around the stadium.
Also blushing a little at the fact you did genuinely just show him a shirt with both of your faces of it, deeming you both as a fans ‘parents’.
You go back to doing your actual job, moving to get a good angle, aiming to blend back into the background as you take more photos for the night.
Capturing the sway and jolts of his tassels as he sings. Getting a few shots that not only capture his energy but also his outfit perfectly.
You smile at yourself and at your work.
And you glance up as Harry joins in with Mitch while he absolutely shreds his guitar solo.
Sweat is beading on Harry’s chest and you’re all too aware how much money people would pay to see it from your angle. Thank god for Barcelona’s heat.
And, fuck, not only is it that. His arms look perfect as well. This outfit is really just showing as much of himself off as possible.
You change the settings on your camera hastily to alter the outcome of these next few shots.
He’d stepped away from the mic, turning to look at the band, mouthing something you couldn’t decipher.
He starts to lean down head getting closer to guitar. His tongue juts out…
Your eyes immediately pull back a little from your camera because, there no fucking way he’s about to let some kind of intrusive thought win here.
Time seems to slow. But not the movement of his tongue. It’s flicking fast, as if to mimic it playing the strings of his guitar. Or something like that anyway, because all you can think of is… well… something too inappropriate to even be entertaining in your head given he’s literally your boss.
You can hear the piercing screams around you, someone in the front shouting what the fuck loud enough you swear someone in the back of the stadium could’ve heard it.
You’re not even aware you bought your camera back up to your face and that you’d clicked the button a few times until it’s done and the moments over.
Harry’s laughing at himself, and Sarah is face palming at his lewd action. His smug smile after solidifies the fact he knows what the fuck he just did. And exactly the kind of effect it’s left on some people.
Just not aware you’re one of them…
Because you can’t deny the way you spent rest of the night with a nagging warmth between your legs. One that festered long after the moment was over.
After the show came to a close and you eventually ended up in your hotel room, freshly showered as you edited some of your favourite photos. Including the shots you’d captured of him and his guitar.
Which were fucking insane. You had just the right amount of contrast going on in them, and a certain degree of motion blur that indicated the movement his tongue was making.
The final product was amazing once you had edited it on photoshop. But you spent the remainder of the night in your hotel room ridiculously worked up. Left in bed toying with your clit lazily as you stared at the celling, acting like you didn’t have a specific person in your thoughts.
It got to the point in the next day where you stressed about what photos to show him. And whether or not that included the one you literally came to the thought of last night?
Usually you wouldn’t hesitate, especially since it looked incredible. But you were embarrassed internally. What would he think, or say? And could you even play off your sheer attraction to the image.
You placed your head in your hands with a groan, sat in the chair over by the window. You’re tired, and swear on your life your decision making is going to be impaired when he walks into your room.
Which you didn’t have much more time to stress much about it as a knock came to your door that you knew was him.
You rushed over to open it, finding him standing there, hair freshly washed and clad in much more clothing then you last saw him in. A plain white shirt and some gym shorts— that still made him look hot as fuck, without even trying?
He greets you with a good morning, voice a tad hoarse from last nights show. And he’s smiling as he hands you a cup, one you know is filled with hot chocolate. Just for you.
“I owe you like 100 hot chocolates for how many you’ve bought me just in this leg of the tour alone.” You laugh, letting him past you.
He glances at the unmade bed— you stopped making it a while after he started to come visit your room the morning after the show to pick which photos he liked best, and ones he also wanted edited. Sometimes he’d settle himself on it, legs crossed like a cute little kid.
“Think of it as a gift for all your talent. And putting up with me.” He chuckles, and plops himself down on the chair that’s opposite to the one you were sitting in.
So you follow suit, walking back over the your chair. Taking a small sip of the sweet liquid in your hands.
“Have any favourites so far?” He asks, taking a quick swig of his own drink— which you can only assume is hot tea.
Yes, you think, the one where you’re about to practically fuck your guitar strings with your tongue.
You substitute that for, “A few! The tassels were so fun to try and capture.”
You rotated the laptop screen to show him a cool shot you edited of him. It was a front on photo, his arms extended and washboard abs in their full fucking glory along with his tattoos.
He nods, a smile coming across his lips, crinkling the corners of his slightly tired eyes.
You showcase him a couple, all that he gives relentless praise on— regardless of if they had been edited or not. But you just want to show him your favourite.
You swallow as you stare at it on the screen of your macbook. Working up the courage to turn the screen to him as he waits cluelessly. Does he even know you took this?
“This one too…” you hesitate a little as you swivel the laptop around on your lap.
“Oh. I like this one a lot.” He says, nodding and then glancing up from the screen to your semi-flushed face.
“Didn’t know you took that.” He chuckles, shrugging and almost seeming… like he has more to say about this situation.
Like something is laying on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be said.
You think he’s not going to though, after a beat of silence, you nod.
“Yea… what actually are you doing in this photo?” You nervous laugh, and wonder what kind of answer he’s going to provide.
He runs a hand through his curls, brows raised a little at your question.
“What did you think I was doing?” He quizzes, the corner of his mouth turning up.
“I- well it looked quite… everyone in the audience was going wild. Were you trying to be a tease?”
“I wasn’t! I swear. I was playing the guitar.” He confirmed, yet smirking like he knew there was a two-way perception of the event.
“With your tongue?” You sighed out a laugh.
“You still didn’t answer me. What did you think I was doing?” He backtracks, eyes watching you intensely as you’re both entering some rather dangerous, untouched territory.
You’re quiet again, and he raises his brows still expecting a response.
You flush under his gaze, hand coming to cover your eyes. “It just looked very…”
“Very…?”
“Inappropriate.” You laughed, feeling like you were emotionally torturing yourself by letting this situation happen.
“How so?” He continues to push, wanting to hear more. Secretly adoring the way you get all flustered about it. How badly he wants you to tell him exactly what the movement of his tongue reminded you of.
“It just— you know what I mean, Harry!” You say, now being the one trying to backtrack out of this entire situation. That in the end is still technically your own fault.
You distract yourself with other photos, going in and trying to find another possible contender for his new post on instagram.
“Don’t try and avoid the conversation, love.” He chuckles at your sudden shy demeanour.
“Harry.” You place your hand over your face again trying to mentally reset yourself. Put your thinking back in line.
“Cmon! I’m just curious.” He tries to brush it off, but if he has to resort to begging, he honestly wouldn’t hesitate.
“I know you are, but— it’s weird!” You whine, wanting to die at the fact you had let this happen in the first place.
“I promise I won’t judge.” He places his hand over his heart, face serious, like he was swearing it on his bloodline.
You thought about it a little longer. He clearly was not going to leave you alone if he didn’t get an answer. You could try and lie, but he already knows anyway. He just wants to hear you say it.
“You know, Harry. You just want to hear me say it.” You murmur, bringing up the chocolaty drink to your lips to distract yourself.
“Sure, maybe I do. I wanna confirm my suspicions.” He proposes, a small shrug of his shoulders. You place the drink back on the coaster, staring at him. Eventually caving.
“It— everyone definitely thought it looked like you were, uh, giving oral.” You rushed out, trying to now act as nonchalant as possible to avoid further questioning.
I didn’t work.
“So everyone including you?” He asked.
“Well… yea.” Your cheeks were pink, and he smiled at your flustered voice.
“Dirty thing.” He chuckled, and you almost breathed a sigh of relief thinking maybe you could move on and pretend as if this never happened, but he continues on.
“Had you a little worked up, did I?”
“May I touch on how unprofessional this conversation is?” You bring up, trying to save yourself. But it’s evident in your voice you hardly mean it. You are admittedly a little curious as to where he’s going with this. Equally, if not more embarrassed than anything, but still curious.
“I suppose you can, yes.” He nods.
“But may I bring up how you undressing me with your eyes yesterday was unprofessional? Because unless I’m insane, you definitely were.” He’s cocky, and overconfident with his accusation.
Not that it can be really labelled as an accusation, given he’s not wrong at all.
“I—“ you swallow, “Okay. Whatever. Point proven.”
He laughs at your surrender, shuffling forward on the chair.
“So you were— that’s the kind of stuff you were thinking about me?” He rests his elbows on his knees, watching you intently.
“You are really trying to get something out of me aren’t you? What do you want to hear me say?” You raise your brows, adrenaline coursing through you.
“Just want you to tell me the truth. Be honest with me, since we’re talking about being professional. I think that’s a good start.” He sounds so gentle yet firm, and your devouring this dominant kind of trait he’s showing you.
“Communication and honesty is very important when it comes to professionalism.”
Pleasure has been simmering in your stomach since he walked through the door, and his persistence is beginning to pay off, since you’re starting to let your guard down.
“So you want me to tell you how wet I got after your little stunt last night? That if I wasn’t your employee, after the show you would have found me in your dressing room bent over on the table.”
“Waiting for you to come in there, all sweaty and ready to strip that teeny fucking vest off, and put your mouth to use.”
He’s got a dusting of red over his own cheeks now, blood rushing to his cock as he realised he cracked you open now. Your dirty words spilling out of your mouth after holding back seemingly since last night.
“That what you would’ve done? Bent yourself over my dressing room table waiting for me like a pretty little post-show gift?”
“Maybe so.” You feed into it, watching as his eyes darken with desire.
He sighs out, standing up promptly, “Alright, darling. I’m gonna offer you something. You don’t have to agree, but if you do we can stop at any time. Okay?”
“What exactly are you offering?” You ask as leans his tall frame down to you, hands bracketed on your hips.
“For me to pick you up, put you on that bed and strip you until I can bury my head between your legs.” He stated, matter of factly.
Your thighs are shaking so hard you’re clenching them together— clit throbbing at the pressure.
You can only look up at him and nod, to which he doesn’t take as an answer.
“Baby, need you to use your words. Tell me what you want.”
“Yes, Harry. Want that please.” You whine, very quickly becoming delusional at his close proximity.
He grunts as he picks you up, his arms firm around your body and he carry’s you the few feet to the bed. His lips hot as they suddenly come in contact with your jaw.
He pushes your legs open with his thigh, making you moan and push your hips forward.
“Needy girl.” He whispers, voice dirty and hot near your ear as he sucks on the skin below it.
His hands cascade down your body, finding the waistband of your sweatpants and tugging it down.
“Please, please touch me.” You’re wild, bucking your hips up. Wanting to get his tongue on you so bad.
He chuckles at your sudden spiral, how quickly you’ve unravelled before him. Truly like a present, all laid out waiting just for him.
He palms his hand over your damp front, “Soaking through already, fuckin’ hell.”
You groan as he rubs a pressured circle on your fabric-covered clit.
“Want to tell me who got you so wet?” He coos, slowly moving his fingers over you as he waits for an answer.
You give it to him shamelessly, “You. Want you so badly.”
He’s over the moon to finally have you like this. Because it became apparent rather quickly the crush he’d developed on you since you were hired. And he would be lying if he said he hadn’t fucked his fist at the thought of getting to touch you.
“Oh, you’re being so good for me now. Because I’ve got my hand between your pretty legs I bet.”
You cant even respond as he slides your drenched underwear down away from your tingling core.
He audibly groans at the sight of your bare, glistening pussy. Watching as you squirm under his stare.
“Jesus fuck, Y/N. How long have you been hiding this gorgeous cunt from me?”
“Too long.” You whimper.
His fingers slid through you, and he gathered up your arousal to play with your clit. Relishing the way it slides under his fingertips.
You were clenching around nothing as he gently rolled your clit between calloused fingers. Playing with it until you were a mess. Moaning and grinding up against his fingers. Begging for what he’d promised earlier.
“Your mouth, Harry. Need it. Anywhere.”
“S’that why your little hole is clenching so hard? Like it’s begging for me.” He watched, mesmerised as your hole pulsed around nothing, and leaked more clear arousal.
You look so delicious to him. And he took a moment to appreciate the fact you were about to let him clean up all that arousal pooling at your hole
He sunk down between your legs very slowly. Distracting himself a few times with mouthing over your fabric covered breasts.
Eventually making it there, so he could blow over your clit, letting you squirm at the teasing stimulation. You smelt amazing too, your sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.
He was grabbing at his cock, pushing at it trying to relieve pressure down there as he peppered kisses along your inner thigh.
“Stop teasing, H. Please I— fuck.” You hissed as he bit the seam of skin of your thigh.
“Cant handle it huh? Are you gonna come before I even get my tongue on you.”
“Want to finish around your mouth.” You plead with him. And he shakes his head with a laugh, anticipating your reaction as he leans forward to drag a long stroke through your slit.
Your whole body shakes with a moan. His velvety, hot tongue immediately leaving you a wreck.
“Harryyy…” You cry out, bucking your hips into his face.
“Gonna ruin your cunt, darling.” He murmurs into you, and you know it’s true with the way your hole is clenching.
He sucks your clit into his mouth before placing fast strokes over it. Flicking and rolling it between his tongue and lips.
The sounds of him lapping up your pussy are echoing through the room, further fuelling the fire that’s started in you.
Your whole jaw goes lax as he moves further down, gliding over your hole— pushing his tongue past your entrance.
“Fuck!” You moan, hips jolting, causing his hands to slide up and hold them into place.
He slides it into you as far as he can, nose bumping your clit. Making you realise very quickly that you’re going to finish around his mouth.
He moans into you, again the vibrations makes you writhe in his tight grip. “I- Harry- more!”
It’s making your whole body shake, and he’s pressed so far into you that it’s all you can feel. And it’s obvious that you’re about to come, just with the way your cunt is pulsing around his mouth.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck. Harry, please, I’m gonna come!” You felt the burning spark fly through you, hitting you like a truck when his tongue curled and rocked inside you.
He’s humming and pressing himself so close you genuinely think he can’t breathe. And you realise immediately when the rubber band in snapped inside of you.
It gushed through your whole body, making you moan and cry in his grip. He couldn’t even explain the feeling of having you clenching around his tongue. It almost made him finish in his pants.
He lapped up every single drop he could. But he didn’t stop.
Your clit was so sensitive as he came back up to it with the same intensive pace.
You tried to push him off, “be a good girl, baby, give me another one.”
“So sensitive, Harry.” You whined, hand threading into his soft hair.
“Y’can take it.” He states, going back to sucking on your clit, and the outside of your entrance.
It made you a mess. A proper fucking mess.
You legs were being spread wide by the palm of his hands, and you were almost crying at how sensitive your pussy was.
You were always a five-minute-scroll-break kind of girl when it came to masturbation. So this came as a whole shock to your body. And it was so fucking hot from his perspective.
All he could hear was your filthy fucking whines, begging him one minute to stop and the next to go faster. And he was going insane at how sensitive your little hole was.
That was all he could feel. The clenching of your cunt, the absolute shaking mess your body was becoming.
His tongue flicked over your clit, just as you imagined he would after seeing him last night. And it was getting to messy, your arousal absolutely coating his mouth and chin.
“I-“ a deep suck of your clit, “I’m gonna fucking come!”
You writhed the whole way through your orgasm. Fucking into his face like it was a toy, grinding into it so hard your sure he was completely consumed by you.
And as you came down from the high, still shaking, he cleaned up down there again. Too good to waste, was his thought process. ‘You tasted like a dream’ you’re pretty sure you hear him mutter against you at some point.
His thumbs run over the dips of your hips to bring you back down to earth.
“Good girl, Baby. Took my mouth so fucking well.” He presses a final kiss on your clit as he stood up, your hands dragging up his back did.
“Feeling a little better too, i hope.”
“Yes. So good. H.” You panted, still in a bit of a daze.
“Next time,” he peppered a kiss on you shoulder, “tell me when you’re feeling all worked up okay.”
You nodded, hands sliding to rest in his hair.
“Or by all means, lay yourself out in my dressing room so I can make make come like you deserve.” He smiles at your little nod, still so out of it.
“My little gift, hm?” He coos, stroking a gentle hand down your face.
And he knows he’d do this moment a thousand times over with you. Just to see that smile flash over your lips.
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fallinallincurls · 1 month
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pancakes for two, i will always love you
this is my (late) entry for demi's lowkey lovefest 2k24! thank you so much for hosting this fun little challenge @wyattjohnston!
this fic is also a belated birthday gift to the amazing @desiredposion!! inspiration struck and i had to make the most of it so i hope you love this! this was also my first time writing for nico which was so much fun.
prompt used: "don't ever stop looking at me like that."
heavily inspired by the lyrics "maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two, hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you" from keep driving by harry styles
hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx
word count: 1.3k+
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Dating a professional hockey player means that slow mornings are a rarity. Usually, Nico is up and out the door for morning skate before your eyes even open. But today, you’re lucky enough to get the extra time in bed with the man you love for the first time in what feels like forever.
As sunlights bathes the room in a subtle, but beautiful golden glow, you snuggle in closer to Nico in an effort to absorb the heat radiating from his body. His strong arms tighten around you instinctively and even though his eyes remain closed, he presses a kiss to your forehead before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.
“Morning, Neeks.”
“Mm,” He hums contently, making you giggle and you relish in the rough feeling of his scruff against your skin. You card a hand through his tousled hair, earning a soft moan in response.
“Come on, schatzi.” He murmurs, dragging out the syllables of each word as a slight smirk appears on his lips. “You know how much I like it when you play with my hair.”
“Oh trust me, I know.” You chuckle, moving your hand to his cheek just as Nico lifts his head and his gorgeous brown eyes meet yours. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, the playfulness that was evident just seconds ago fading even though the identical tender smiles on your faces continue to grow.
“We don’t get to do this enough.” Nico whispers, gaze never leaving yours as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. You rest a hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart and try to commit every detail about this moment to memory. Nothing but pure adoration rushes through your veins as you admire the beautiful man next to you.
“That’s okay. It makes these rare mornings that much more special.”
“I’m going to tell the team we can’t ever have practice until after 10 at the earliest.” Nico grins, his dimples appearing as he laughs at his own little joke.
“You have that power as captain?” You tease, pressing a kiss to his nose, his cheek, and finally his lips. Nico smiles into the kiss before deepening it for a few seconds, bringing out that familiar need for him.
“I don’t really know, but I deserve some more time with my girl so I’ll make it a rule. I don’t care what anyone says.” He mumbles against your lips, voice low and still full of sleep.
Your heart swells as you drink in the sight of your boyfriend. Nico’s eyes are sparkling with love and his sweet smile is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. His hair is a mess but somehow still looks perfect and you absentmindedly trace shapes on his shoulder, feeling the well toned muscles there. 
He is a dream. And despite all odds, you’re the lucky one who gets to love him every single day. That’s something you’ll never take for granted because you never thought you’d find someone as kind, caring and amazing as Nico.
Yet, here you are. 
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Nico presses another tender kiss to your cheek before pulling away like he’s going to get up.
“Hey, hey! Where do you think you’re going?” You tease him, grabbing onto his forearm in an effort to keep him in bed.
“To make breakfast?” Nico replies, more as a question than a statement. His brows knit together in confusion and the cutest look crosses over his facial features.
“Right now? We can’t stay and cuddle for five more minutes?” Nico can’t help but chuckle at the adorable pout you’re putting on display, but doesn’t give into your antics. Instead, he leans down to give you one last kiss before heading towards the bedroom door.
“Yes, right now. By the time you’re done with your morning routine, everything will be ready. I promise. We have all day to be cozy and do absolutely nothing.” He reassures you, that cheeky smile of his blossoming across his lips and bringing out his dimples again.
“Not fair, Neeks!” You call after him, that giddy feeling of happiness rushing through you when you hear his laughter floating down the hallway. After soaking in the warmth for a few more seconds, you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed to shower and get your morning routine done. 
And true to his word, when you enter the kitchen dressed in sweats and one of Nico’s shirts ready for a lazy day in with your boyfriend, you find the counter covered in a full breakfast spread. A mug of coffee made just the way you like it, pancakes for two, maple syrup, hash browns and eggs are all plated and ready to be enjoyed.
“Nico,” You breathe out, shock and awe evident in your voice. Nico is always doing something sweet for you, no matter how big or small, but you weren’t expecting this at all. “What is this for?”
“Just because.” Nico shrugs, a bashful look on his face. His cheeks are pink with blush and those gorgeous brown eyes are twinkling with excitement. “We don’t get many mornings together like this. I wanted to spoil you. Made all your favorites.” He admits before stealing a kiss from you and passing you a full plate he somehow put together without you noticing. 
“I love you.” There’s nothing else you can say. After all the time together, these little gestures still warm your heart and are the kindest reminders of Nico’s love for you.
“I love you too, schatzi. Now come on, let’s eat. We’ve got a whole lot of nothing to do today.” Nico teases, sitting down next to you at the table. 
As you enjoy breakfast together, the two of you talk about everything and anything. Nico tells you some funny stories from practice yesterday and catches you up on all the drama about how Jack likes a girl, but won’t make a move. You fill him in on your latest project at work and how you scheduled a girls day with your best friend for later that week. 
“We’re going to check out that new bookstore in Hoboken! The one right by the restaurant we really like on the waterfront. I’m looking for the next book in the series I’m reading so hopefully they have it.”
Noticing Nico has been quiet the whole time you’ve been talking, your rambling trails off. But before you can ask what’s wrong, your breath is stolen away. Because when you take in the sight of your boyfriend, you see the fondest look on his face. One that you recognize of pure love and adoration. It’s the look of someone who has found exactly where they should be. The look of someone who has found happiness in the simplicity of spending their life with another person. 
“Please don’t ever stop looking at me like that.” You murmur, the words slipping past your lips before you even realize what you’re saying. Nico’s gentle smile just grows, his hand reaching for yours. 
“Like what?” He teases, that familiar playfulness evident through his question. 
“Like nothing else in the world matters but the love that we have. Like you’re the happiest right here with me.”
“I am the happiest with you. Always will be.” Nico whispers before pulling you in for a deep kiss. He says everything with that kiss, words aren’t necessary and wouldn’t do justice to how he feels about you. You melt into his gentle touch, smiling against his lips as everything else falls away for just a moment.
“And you’re right,” He starts when the kiss breaks, his big brown eyes never leaving yours. “Nothing else even compares to the way I love you.” 
And right then, over pancakes and coffee that Nico made you, you know he’s going to be the man you marry. The one you spend the rest of your days with. Because this kind of love is once-in-a-lifetime and you don’t want to go through life without him by your side.
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jarofstyles · 7 months
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eating from each others plates plsss 🫶🏼🫶🏼
BEAUTIFUL this is bit of dadrry too actually- I kinda changed it a little by accident but I still hope you enjoy it hehe
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It was hard to get a minute alone while being parents.
Y/N and Harry loved their children, don't get it wrong. Being a father had been one of his ultimate life goals and Y/N had fallen in love with motherhood, both of them excited to be at every play, soccer match, doctors visit, the works.
But god, was it nice to have a moment of peace.
The children were finally asleep. It had been the entire routine of homework, bath time, bedtime prep, laying out their outfit for the next day before each of them got a bedtime story. They'd gotten back late from a soccer match and selfishly gotten the kids fast food on the way home because Y/N couldn't even think about cooking.
Her own stomach had growled loudly while cleaning up the kitchen, and Harry had laughed under his breath before giving her an innocent look when she grumbled at him for the action. It was these sort of things, the domestic and somewhat unromantic aspects of having a life partner that had surprised her with how much she loved it.
It was easy. Having Harry around made everything more fun, more bearable even at the tough moments. He had always been a good partner despite their tiffs, and that hadn't seemed to change in their 10 years together.
When he had insisted he finish cleaning while she took a shower, she had finally given in and let the hot water relax her muscles, the lavender body wash aiding in the experience before she applied lotion and pulled on a fresh set of pajamas. That was famously one of Harry's shirts and a pair of shorts that could pass for underwear.
"Made us food." He said as she walked into the kitchen. It was pasta. One plate of pasta. She gave him a look as he walked over to the dining table to place it down next to her glass of wine- has she mentioned she loved him?- and sat on the chair, spreading his thighs before patting his lap. "C'mon, mama. You're sleepy and showered. Let's share."
Y/N simply did as told. Too tired to fight, she collapsed on his lap with a hefty sigh, feeling him scoot the chair further in and bring the fork to her mouth to feed her the first bite. Alfredo pasta. Creamy, rich, and something they'd definitely be having as leftovers tomorrow.
"Guess I did alright?" He laughed at her moan, the clean fork falling back to the plate to get himself a bite.
"Mhm." She confirmed before swallowing, watching as he chewed the food before nodding. Yeah, it was exceptionally good. Out of the both of them, it had always made her grumble that he was the better cook- but now she was reaping the benefits.
"Fuck yeah I did." He nodded, taking a sip of his ginger ale. "Love you too much to let you go to bed hungry. Took care of my babies so well today." He smeared a kiss to the side of her head before feeding her another bite. "So now you'll let me take care of you."
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gucciwins · 11 days
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Love
Love told through actions
A/N: another short story. it's sweet and i hope you enjoy
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Love in movies was always spoken to be about grand gestures and confessing your love in the rain. Y/N had never been lucky to be loved like that. Y/N cut off relationships because her partners never made her feel the butterflies books talked about. It was always an empty feeling, and Y/N held out for that something more.
It wasn’t until she met Harry that she realized the movies had it wrong. Love wasn’t about putting yourself on the line or professing your love in order not to lose the person you loved. Love was in every little act of kindness a partner did. 
From the moment Harry came into her life he showed her love. It’s one of the biggest reasons she falls in love with more and more each day.
Harry loved to have Y/N’s coffee made in the morning because he knew it would put a smile on her face. 
He loved to help her put on her coat before leaving the house because then he would be assured she wouldn’t be cold. 
He loved holding her hand and putting it in his pocket because he loved keeping her close.
Harry made a playlist of her favorite songs because he knew how much she hated the shuffle playing the same three songs in a row.
He learned how to braid her hair because sometimes she was busy cooking and needed it out of the way. Harry knew a braid would keep it tight, which is also a reason why he always has a claw clip clipped at the end of his shirt. 
It also made Y/N reflect that she pours her love for him in acts of love. She texts him during her lunch break so he knows she is thinking of him. She helps make his bed in the morning when he’s in the shower. Y/N will make extra lunch because she knows he’s forgetful in packing his own. It’s the little things for them. 
Y/N had a rough day at work, she didn’t let Harry know but she would be going to his place after work. She had spare clothes in her pre-packed bag and was ready to enjoy the night with Harry. Y/N knew she might not be fun company but Harry always managed to put a smile on her face. 
When she arrived at his apartment, she parked in his free space knowing he saved it for her. He’d never make her walk in the dark, especially not alone. She walked up, knocking one time and let herself in. Harry didn’t lock the door when he knew she was on her way. Y/N thought it was unsafe but he promised her it was only a few minutes. 
She took off her shoes, lining them up next to Harrys. Her bag was dumped on a nearby chair. Y/N walked inside trying to find Harry but instead found the living room set up with blankets and pillows. There were endless of her favorite snacks almost spilling off the coffee table. The tv was set up to show the newest Trolls movie ready to be played. 
Y/N felt herself well up with tears. Harry set this up for her, for no other reason than because he wanted to. 
Harry walked out to the restroom, drying off his hair and his shorts hanging low. “Hi, honey.” 
Y/N felt herself melt and hurried over to be in his warm embrace. He was quick to welcome her with a kiss to her temple, Y/N placed her own over one of his swallows. 
“You don’t want to watch Trolls,” she sputters. Not believing he’d watch a dumb kid movie simply because they’re herfavorite. 
Harry frowns, running his hands down her back. “I’ll have you know, I’m a big Branch fan. His character development is set to be huge.”
Y/N giggles, because that means he must have watched the other two films on his own. These were comfort movies that couldn’t make her sad. Their job was to have her sing and laugh to the silliness of the characters. 
“Any special reason for the set up?” Y/N asks curious. 
Harry smirks, pulling away to look at her shining eyes. “Can’t I be a good boyfriend and surprise you?”
Y/N shrugs, “sure but feels a little on the nose.” 
Harry drapes his arm over her shoulder and guides her into the bedroom. He has a change of clothes laid on the bed for her. “You didn’t text me a single heart.” Harry hangs up his towel. “You love putting ten hearts to everything so I knew you must be feeling down or something.”
Y/N feels her tears start up again because Harry really does notice everything. She gestures for Harry to come back over to her and he does quickly. Y/N leans up on her toes and places a kiss on Harry’s sweet lips. It’s an “I love you” one they both don’t have to voice because it’s felt. 
“I’m going to suck your dick so good after we watch the Trolls.” Harry throws his head back in surprise. 
He pulls her into another kiss, much longer and much more passionate. “Don’t take long, I’ve thrown your favorite blanket in the dryer.”
Another, I love you. 
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monzabee · 11 months
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girl crush – dr3
masterlist || part 2 ||
Summary: The one where both you and Daniel meet your celebrity crushes in the course of a weekend, and decide to give it a go. 
Pairing: daniel ricciardo x actress!reader
Word Count: 4522
Warnings: fluff, shy daniel, shy reader, max being a menace (we love you max), awkwardness, 2023 australian gp, oscars (i love you Jamie Lee Curtis, you rock), slight age gap? (the reader is around the same age as Max)
Request: this is a long one besties, but you can read the request here! + “Hello! Can I please request nepo!reader who's an actress and maybe has an oscar or something? Maybe with Lewis or Daniel”
Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! this title changed so many times i lost track, but at the end, i went with the song – mainly because harry styles. i don’t know what’s wrong with me but this was very hard to write because i had BIG plans for it, so i’m sorry it took a while for me to finish it. also, i listened to a lot of la la land for some reason, so here you go. i hope i did it justice, and this was definitely very fun to write and i had a great time writing it, so thank you, to the anons, for the request, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 
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Growing up with parents who were obsessed with Formula One had finally taken its toll on you, you decide as you walk towards the Red Bull Hospitality. Your father’s sudden retirement from acting, combined with your mother’s stubborn personality is the reason why you suddenly find yourself at the 2023 Australian Grand Prix. You don’t really know why they didn’t wait for the one in Miami, or perhaps Las Vegas, since their primary residence is in the US, but you had no choice but to join them when they pulled out the ‘We’re getting old’ card. So there you are, after 15 hours of flying over the Pacific Ocean, in Melbourne and ready to enjoy the racing weekend. Or so you think – because you spend the entirety of Friday catching up on lost sleep while cursing every single time your parents decide to call you to let you know how much of a great time they’re having. 
In the end, you get ready Saturday morning, to get breakfast with your parents before leaving for Albert Park. Just as you’re about to leave your room, your eyes fall on a familiar hat, adorned with a certain number, and you put it on your head without giving it a second thought. Your parents don’t comment on your choice of merchandise even if they find it odd, which is good, you think, because you don’t particularly want to hear your father tease you over your “teenage crush”.  The whole paddock is buzzing by the time you get there, and you immediately feel guilty because you missed the practice sessions the previous day. You quickly lose your parents to the crowd around you, too busy looking at the action around you, when you hear your name being called from somewhere. You look around trying to find the source of the voice, when you find a familiar face which makes you smile. 
“Oh my god, what are you doing here?” You ask, quickly pulling Samira for a hug, who in return points to the camera. 
“Weekend job, babe.” She laughs. “I’ve interviewed your father just a couple of minutes ago, actually.” 
“Oh no,” You laugh and shake your head. “Did he tell you about his petunias?” “He did, indeed.” Samira nods and hands you one of the microphones in her hand. “Are you up for a quick interview?” She asks you as she gives you an innocent smile. 
You nod while letting out a chuckle. “Well, someone has to save your viewers from my father’s garden talk, so why not?” 
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Samira tells you, her words coming of a bit slurred because of the way she talks too fast. She then turns to the camera after making sure that your mic is working. “Welcome back to the second day of the Australian Grand Prix, I’m here with Y/N Y/LN, whose father we just spoke to; Y/N, is this a family day out, or what?” 
“This is definitely a family day out, Samira.” You laugh, nodding to strengthen your point. “Not a very usual one, we usually prefer to stay a bit more local for the weekend outings, but you never know where we’ll be next, I guess.” 
“By ‘local’, do you mean the Oscars, perhaps? I mean, can we talk about your win for a moment? How does it feel to be the receiver of the award for the Actress in a Supporting Role?” 
You take a deep breath as you feel your smile widen, as you can’t even try to hide your happiness. “It feels amazing, let me tell you. It was an amazing opportunity and I can’t thank enough to the lovely director and everyone who made the movie possible.” Samira nods with a satisfied look on her face as you answer. “Congratulations once again for your win. I have to ask, big Red Bull fan?” She asks you in a teasing voice.
“What?” You asked, confused. Only to realise the hat sitting on your head when she points to it with a silent chuckle. You let out a laugh while instinctively touching the hat on your head. “Oh god, you could say so, I guess; yeah.” 
“I mean, I have to comment on the obvious part here.” She points to the hat while shooting the camera a look. “Number 3? You do realise the changes in the grid, don’t you?” 
You laugh at her teasing voice, shrugging and smiling with an innocent look. “What can I say, I like to avoid the reality and live in my delusions.” After a few more teasing from Samira, you explain with a laugh, “No jokes, though, I honestly hope Daniel Ricciardo returns to Red Bull somehow because I don’t know how I’ll cope without him for another season.” 
“A big Danny Ric fan, then, I presume?” Samira asks, pointedly. 
“Oh yeah, been for a while now.”
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After you’re done with your interview and bid adieu to Samira, who thanks you a dozen times more, you find your parents at the Red Bull hospitality, speaking with none other than Christian Horner himself, accompanied by Max. It’s a slightly awkward transition when you join their conversation, but it passes quickly. It doesn’t take long for your parents to be involved with their own conversation with the team principle, and for you and Max to speak amongst yourselves. Although you ask him every single question that comes to your mind about racing, whether it makes sense or not, and he answers each of them without discouraging you. 
He pulls a funny face when he realises your choice of merch, pointing to your hat with a mischievous smile on his face. “Interesting choice, I would have gone with Checo.” 
You roll your eyes and huff, taking your hat in the process. “You’re just jealous because it’s not your number, Max.” 
“You wanna try that again?” Max raises his eyebrows. 
“So what if I’m wearing his number?” You ask, arms crossed over your chest. “He’s a very good driver.”
“Who is not driving this seaso– Ow! Stop it!” Max exclaims as you hit his arm repeatedly in an attempt to stop him talking. “I hope you’re just as charming when you meet him.”
You pull a face while asking, “What do you mean ‘when I meet him’?”
He gives you an unamused look. “You’re either a very good actress, or you are very bad at checking your social media.” His eyes widen when you match his look, which tells him everything he needs to know. “You know he’s around, right? He’s shooting promo stuff, I think.” 
“What do you mean he’s around?” You shriek in an attempt to hide your hat, as if Daniel is actually around to see it. 
“Yeah, wait, let me call him.” He takes out his phone and quickly dials him before you have the opportunity to tell him not to do that, but he quickly shoves his phone back into his pocket when he spots someone familiar over your shoulder and waves them over. 
Your eyes widen as you hiss, “You’re the worst, you know that?” 
He winks at you a playfully in return, “Don’t forget to invite me to your wedding.” Then, he shakes the hand of the driver, who finally makes his way to both of you, and pulls him into what you can only describe as a ‘bro hug’. “Hello, man.” 
“Hello, mate.” Daniel greets him back. His eyes widen in recognition when he catches your eyes over Max’s shoulder, and he side-steps to shake your hand with excitement, which only makes you clutch the hat closer to your chest. “Hello, you’re Y/N Y/LN. Oh my god, I’m a big fan!” 
“M-me too!” You manage to get out, and then quickly add, “A big fan of you, not myself. That would be very egotistical of me.” You inhale a sharp breath as you ignore the look Max gives you, and close your eyes for a moment before opening them again. “Please ignore that, I think the jet lag is finally catching up with my brain.” 
“Sure, we’ll call it the jet lag.” Max mumbles, which earns him a hit with your elbow in his ribs. “Ow!” 
“I’m this close to switching teams and supporting Mercedes instead.” You lift your hand to show the minimal space you’ve left between your thumb and pointer-finger. 
“I think I should take over, here before you drive her away, Max.” He jokingly shakes his hand in a motion to make him go away, and then turns you with a warm smile as Max leaves the two of you to join some of the engineers nearby. “Now, should we get you a Red Bull?”
Talking to Daniel is very easy, you realise quickly. Once you (both) get over your shyness, the conversation just flows in a way you’re not used to. He, too, answers any questions you might have like Max did, but the look in his eyes are different when you show interest in something he’s particularly passionate about. He asks you about receiving your first Oscar, and you ask him about how his wine business is going – which ends up with him promising to send a few bottles over so that you can give it your stamp of approval; you both decide that your review is going be on the back of the bottles. 
“But doesn’t it get into your eyes when you’re spraying it?” You ask him, trying to comprehend how the champagne they spray doesn’t go everywhere. “And doesn’t it burn? It has alcohol, and… bubbles.”
“You might be onto something here.” He mumbles in thought, thinking whether the champagne burned his eyes or not. “Occupational hazard?” He asks in an uncertain voice, hoping it satisfies your question as an answer. 
“Oh, right.” You nod, taking another sip from the can he got you. “It’s crazy, you’ve won like what? 8 races? That’s crazy, you’re crazy.” The way you keep saying whatever comes to your mind makes Daniel smile as the energy you’re feeling taking over your body for the time being. “Wow, I’ve never felt like this, is this what energy drinks do to you?” 
“Probably why you shouldn’t drink too much.” He agrees.
“Sorry.” You smile apologetically, suddenly very aware of the fact that you are, in fact, rattling nonsense in front of your biggest celebrity crush. “You must think I’m crazy, and I shouldn’t be holding you back. I’m sure you have better things to do.”
Daniel is panicking inside when you start to get up, his mind scrambling up words to find a way to make you stay – he feels like a kid who’s asking his parents to let him play for a little longer. It’s not that he is not a social person, he is, but the conversation the two of you share is one of the most meaningful ones to him, even though you’re not actually talking about anything that deep. But he realises there is no pretences with you, no expectations, nothing to hide. He enjoys the way you speak what’s on your mind, whether it might be complimentary or the opposite, but he enjoys how you present your opinion and why you have it. He knows he’s extremely starstruck at that very moment, god knows he’s met enough famous people to know what it feels like, but it’s the kind of starstruck that makes him want to be not shy about it. He wants to keep talking to you for as long as you can tolerate him, because in his mind, he might be the one who is butchering the whole conversation up just by shutting up and succumbing to his shyness. He’s hyperaware of the fact that he has held himself back over the past hour, just because he was thinking about the fact that your hair is looking very shiny under the Australian sun and it is his number on your hat. It’s not something the two of you talked about, yet, but when he realises that it is his number on it, there is this inexplicable pride surging over him.
So, with his entire courage, he says, “Stay.” He clears his throat to buy himself some time to think of something else to say. “I mean, I don’t have anything else I need to do, and it’s very nice to talk to you. So, you know, if you want to, we could maybe, I don’t know, continue to talk?”
“Oh.” You let out a breath, eyes wide with excitement (and a little bit of apprehension), but despite all the nervousness you’re feeling, you find yourself back in your seat, and mumbling. “Of course, it’s very nice to speak with you too.” 
And so you find yourself immersed in another conversation with the Aussie seated across from you. He is open about the past year – which as a fan you’re dying to know what happened, but don’t want to question him because he is only human after all. But for some reason, it comes naturally to talk about his pseudo-retirement with you. He tells you about his plans for the year, and how he hopes to get back to a seat by the start of the next season. In return, you tell him about the time how you almost stopped acting, but the last project you gave a change brought you an Oscar. It’s a much deeper conversation than before, but somehow you find yourself talking without feeling nervous to do so – without any second thoughts. 
“I, uh, I like your hat.” He smiles nervously, pointing to the discarded hat on your lap. 
You laugh nervously as your fingers occupy themselves with the visor of the cap. “Thanks, it’s my favourite.” 
“Yeah?” The question that leaves his mouth is so soft that you think you would miss it if your eyes weren’t so focused on him. 
“Oh, yeah.” You assure him with a little shrug. “Much better than orange, let me tell you, I look hideous in orange.” 
A large smile finds its way onto your lips when he lets out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “I somehow find it impossible to believe.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re flirting with me, Daniel.” You tease, causing him to smirk back at you. He doesn’t answer you, but instead looks at you with a very particular look which confirms what you’ve just said. Your small stare-down is sadly broken apart by Max, who calls out Daniel’s name to let him know that Christian is looking for him. 
There is a sad look in his eyes when he realises that he has to go for real this time, but you give him a sad smile as you let him know you’ll be watching the screens for him during the quali. As you feel the wind breezing around you, you instinctively wrap your arms around your middle to get rid of the shiver the colder air provides. A look of recognition passes through Daniel’s face as he asks, “Are you cold?”
“A little, but it’s oka–”
“I’ll be right back.” Daniel announces as he leaves you and Max, causing the latter to turn to you with his phone in his hand. Max lets out a deep sigh, mumbling something under his breath in a language you don’t recognise, most likely Dutch. 
“What are you doing?” You ask him, head tilted to the side to try and see what he’s looking at on his phone. He turns it to you after a while, apparently finding what he was looking for. “What’s that?” You ask, pointing to the phone which displays a paused video of Daniel sitting in a chair. 
“He’ll probably kill me once he realises I’ve made you watch this, but the way the two of you looking at each other like lovesick puppies is making me nauseous.” He points to the phone with his head. “Play it.”
You give him a sceptical look, but do as he says and press the little triangle in the middle of the screen. The interview starts to play, and Daniel is talking about racing and the ongoing season. You let the video play for a while before looking up at Max again, more confused. “What am I supposed to see?” 
“For fuck’s sake.” Max groans, taking his phone out of your hand and fast-forwarding the video to find what he’s looking for. “Here.” 
You press play on the video once again, but this time it starts with the interviewer asking Daniel about his celebrity crush. While he’s thinking about his answer in the video, you throw an unamused look at Max, who urges you to direct your attention back to the video. Just as you move your eyes back onto the screen, his answer echoes through the phone speakers which makes your eyes widen. “What?” You ask Max as you scramble to play back the section of the interview. 
“So, any celebrity crushes we should be keeping our eyes out for?” The interviewer asks, out of frame. 
There is a thoughtful look on his face as he thinks about his answer and once he decides, there is a smile breaking on his face. “I mean, probably Y/N Y/LN. I’ve watched everything she’s in, probably multiple times, she’s just so talented.” 
You watch that particular part of the video back a couple of times before Max takes his phone out of your hands with a look asking if you’re okay. “When was this?” 
“I don’t know,” He shrugs. “A couple of years back, but I don’t think his answer has changed over the years.”
You blink a couple of times, trying to digest the fact that your celebrity crush also named you as his celebrity crush. “Oh, wow.” 
Daniel returns a few moments later with a hoodie in his hands. He smiles at you warmly as he hands it to you. “Here, that should help.” 
“Oh, Daniel, you didn’t have to.” You breath out, taking the hoodie out of his hand and putting it on with his help when he gives you a look that says he won’t accept it back. After you fix the oversized hoodie on you, you turn to him with a smile as you also put on the hat on your head. 
The smile he gives you in return when he sees you in his number and merch fills your stomach with butterflies, and Max must be feeling weird about being a part of the scene because he lets Daniel know that he’ll wait at the garage. As Max leaves, Daniel turns back at you with a sad smile on his face. “I really don’t wanna leave, but–”
“You have a job to do, Daniel.” You smile with an understanding, putting an encouraging hand on his forearm. “Although I would love to keep you to myself, I’m sure there are fans out in the world who would love to see you back as much as I do.” 
He lets out a small groan. “Please tell me you’ll be here tomorrow as well.” 
“Well, I came all this way to watch the race too, so I’ll probably be around.” You tease him. 
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asks you in a hopeful voice.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You affirm. 
After a final look, both of start walking in different directions. And just as you’re about to leave the hospitality, you hear him call out your name. When you turn to look at him over your shoulder you hear him yell, “My number looks good on you.” 
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In retrospect, you wanted to arrive earlier to find a certain driver, but you couldn’t sleep last night because you couldn’t stop thinking about the day’s events. So when you wake up later than your alarm Sunday morning, you rush to get ready to leave your hotel room. By the time you arrive at Albert Park, it’s almost noon. You’re not late to see the race, there is still couple of hours until the big event, but your eyes look around the chaotic hospitality to spot Daniel. You can see a few familiar faces, some engineers you met yesterday and the drivers talking to some crew members near the garage, but there is a small frown on your face as you keep looking for the Australian driver. You’re about to give up when, suddenly, you feel someone grabbing your arm – which makes you jump back with a shriek. 
“You scared me!” You exclaim, looking at the stranger who, thankfully, lets go of your arm after your outburst. “Sorry, can I help you?” 
“Sorry! I thought you were lost and looking for your boyfriend.” They respond, pointing towards the garages. “I saw him enter a few minutes ago.” 
“I don’t have a–” You start the say, but the person is already starting to walk away to the opposite direction. “Boyfriend.” You sigh, deciding to take the advice and see if Daniel might be at the garage after all.
If you thought there was a chaos outside the garage, you’re greatly wrong, because the only word you can use to describe the Red Bull garage is chaotic. There are crew members everywhere, trying to get the cars ready for the upcoming race. So, you do your best to slip through them without disturbing their work. Some of the members you met yesterday greet you, which makes you smile as you greet them back. You catch a familiar set of eyes, which lose the boredom in them and widen with recognition once they meet yours and he starts walking towards you.
He's beaming by the time he reaches you, as he exclaims, “You’re here!” 
“Hi!” You greet him and then pull him for a quick hug.  
“I’m glad you made it, Y/N.” He smiles down at you, without letting you go, and then gestures around the garage. “Have you looked around?” 
You nod, matching his smile as you look up at him, “A little bit when I came in, it’s crazy out there today?” 
He lets out an affirmative voice. “It’s always like that during a race day. Where are you watching the race from?” 
“The Paddock Club, I think?” You answer him with a small frown. “We watched the quali from there yesterday.” 
He pulls away from you slowly, and begrudgingly, holding your hand and starts to pull you away from the entrance. “I have a better idea.” He walks you towards the front of the garage, stopping right in front of the barriers and asking a crew member for a headset. 
There is a playful smile on his face when he turns to you with them in his hands, which makes your eyes widen with concern. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” 
He waves his hand, passing the headset to you as he assures, “Of course, it’s the best seat in the house. Plus, it’ll be easier for us to find each other.” 
“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?” You ask him as you do your best to narrow your eyes. 
“Absolutely, yes.” He nods with excitement. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re kind of my celebrity crush.” 
You giggle in response. “Oh, I know. Max made me watch a video.” 
“He– what?”
“It was a lovely compliment.” You assure him, patting his arm with a sympathetic smile. 
“I’m going to kill–” He begins to say, but one of the engineers call out his name, telling him that they need him before the race. He turns to you with a groan, jumping over the barriers instead of going through the door, which makes you chuckle, and points to you while walking backwards. “We have to talk about this.” 
“We will.” You assure him. Just as you watch him walk by, you call out, “Daniel!”
“Yeah?” He calls back at you. 
“You’re my celebrity crush, too.” 
Instead of answering he winks at you over his shoulder, which makes you giggle. You’re sure that you’re also blushing, but decide not to think about it too much and focus on the race which is starting. You’re on the edge of your seat the entire time, from the start to the second restart to the end. The people around you are not much different, everybody holding their breaths every time one of the cars make a sharp turn. You let out an occasional gasp, or wince throughout the entire race, your hands covering your shocked expression. But, at the end, you’re happy to see that Max is P1 and Checo managed to finish the race in P5. Everyone around you seems to be sharing your opinions, since they are celebrating the good results when you take off your headset. 
Daniel finds you eventually, after speaking with some of the engineers and pit crew, and there is a huge smile on his face as he asks, “So, how’d you like it?” 
“Are you kidding me? It was insane!” You exclaim, using your hands to relay your point. “Eight cars, Daniel, eight cars! That’s crazy!” 
“I get you’ve liked it?” He asks, his eyebrows raising. 
You let out a scoff while shaking your head. “Of course I liked it!” 
“I’m glad you liked it, Y/N.” He smiles, “So, I’m your celebrity crush, huh?”
“Oh please, you already knew it!” You roll your eyes at his smug expression. “I’m wearing your number, aren’t I?”
He shrugs, letting his hands occupy themselves with the end of the hoodie you’re wearing. “And it looks good on you.” He tilts his head to get a better look at your eyes as he asks, “You’re wearing it again today? Isn’t it some sort of fashion crime in Hollywood?”
“Well, I’ve never fit in much anyway.” You shrug, letting a smirk break at your lips. “It might just become my favourite item of clothing, just so you know.” 
“Yeah? I’m happy to hear that.” 
“You should be, I’m very particular about my hoodies.”
He smiles at your comment, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes for some reason. “When is your flight back?”
“Tuesday.” You answer him, suddenly very aware of the fact that you don’t have much time left in Melbourne at all. “But I can be convinced to stay for longer.” 
His eyes widen with surprise, excitement taking over the sad look in record time. “You can? Really?” You nod your head, which makes him pull you closer to him with the hand still holding your hoodie. “Let me take you out on a date.” His eyes seem to beg. 
You nod your head once again, tilting your head backwards to keep your gaze locked to his. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 
“Yes? Are you sure? It’s the point of no return.” There is a playful tone to his voice. 
You roll your eyes, taking off your cap and placing it onto his head. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, ‘honey badger’.” You tease. “Who knows? You might just convince me to say a while longer.” 
“Yeah, I’d like that, too.” He echoes your words from earlier. 
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Mutual Help | #07
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𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k+
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⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 
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Exactly two days have passed since you and Jungkook had the whole conversation about how your plan is going to work out, settling a slightly relieved feeling in your chest. It went well, less embarrassing than you thought it'd be. But now you think about it, it wasn't embarrassing at all.
Having no actual schedule made things much more at ease and natural. Jungkook's messages popped on your screen every now and then, even during your work time which caused a muffled giggle to escape your mouth whenever he sent you one of his ridiculous memes. With no actual seeing him, it was the only sort of communication you both had.
That was until he asked about the movie night – something you used to do from time to time.
It brings a weird nostalgia, remembering all those nights you've spent watching horror movies that Jungkook insisted on watching so bad, leaving you screaming, jumping and gasping at every scene in fear. You knew some part of him did it on purpose, knowing you'd have all those reactions and he always had so much fun with that. Snickering and laughing his lungs out, even when you glared at him and smacked him, annoyed by all the teasing and mocking.
But this time, it's different. When Jungkook tells you he has a movie prepared, you thought it'd be just some stupid horror movie or something you've watched hundreds of times, but it's still fun to watch. Like Harry Potter or Fast and Furious movies. However, Jungkook's sly smirk appears on his face as soon as a naked woman appears on the screen.
It's an erotic movie, giving you Fifty Shades of Grey vibes, while Jungkook looks like he's enjoying it more than you do.
"It's a great way for you to find out what you might like." he explains after a couple of minutes, cutting off the loud moaning boosting from the speakers.
His neighbours probably think he's fucking someone here.
Apparently, it's none of his concern, when he's watching the movie with all his attention. A soft snort leaves your mouth, finding it amusing how quickly he shut up as soon as a naked woman appeared on the screen.
"Do you find her attractive?" you ask him after a while, cocking your head to the side as you observe the woman's body, before you pop some more popcorn into your mouth.
She's not ugly, but not overly pretty like they usually cast such a actress. This one looks casual, almost discreet but still holds some kind of confidence.
He mimics your previous action, munching on the salty popcorn as he studies the current scene.
"I mean... she's not ugly." he comments, although doesn't show any more effort to dive into it more.
"Her boobs are small." you say casually.
He looks at you, a grin plastered on his lips as if he finds your comment funny. "Are they?" he asks amusingly, giving you a glance before he looks back to the movie.
The conversation ends there, the confronting scene catching both of your attention as you find yourself to be invested in the actual plot. You're intrigued, because even though there are a fair amount of sex scenes, it doesn't seem to be all about sex which pleasantly surprises you. That's until the two main characters are back on screen, passionately kissing before he decides to punish her. Two minutes later, a spanking sound resounds in the living room as you watch with slightly widened eyes the scene unfolding in front of you. He slaps her naked ass, a camera catching his darkened eyes that are set on her.
It's no news that your sexual experience isn't as wide as you hope it would be. Else you wouldn't be in this kind of position – playing Jungkook's fake girlfriend in exchange for him fulfilling your secret and undiscovered desires.
Your ex never showed any interest in the whole BDSM thing and neither did you. Being called slut, bitch and having someone degrade you, has never occurred to you. It's not something you'd probably enjoy. Although, BDSM is much more than that, probably involving a lot more stuff that you can think about. But watching this movie, which revolves around it, you don't find it uncomfortable.
You're rather intrigued with the way he spanks her ass – her moans which are obviously fake and played, mixing with spanking sounds. It makes you wonder if you'd like to be spanked. The scene in front of you doesn't make you wet or horny, but the thought of someone doing that to you is still enough to spark an interest inside of you.
"What are you thinking?" Jungkook speaks up, his brows slightly pinched together just to show curiosity and confusion on his face.
You must've shown way more interest on your face than you thought, considering he noticed it. But then, Jungkook has always seen right through you.
"Nah, I was just wondering.." you trail off, focusing your eyes on the screen as you unconsciously bite onto your lower lip.
"About what?"
"I don't know. I've never been spanked before. I'm wondering if it's, y'know, my thing or something." you mutter, disappointed when the scene cuts to a different one, much less explicit.
It's quiet for a couple of seconds, your mind already set on the plot of the movie but Jungkook is the one who's staring ahead with a puzzled look. You don't notice it, not until he speaks up again.
"You wanna try it?"
Not expecting it, you almost choke on your spit, straightening yourself as you peer at him with widened eyes. Did you hear him right? Is he joking? But when you notice his neutral, or more like curious gaze, you know he's for real. A smirk curves on your lips, your body turning to Jungkook to take a better look at him.
"Are you offering to spank me, Kook?"
"I mean... yeah. I guess I am." he shrugs carelessly and you take that time to properly look at him.
He's wearing one of his usual comfy outfits consisting of loose sweatpants and black oversized shirt. You've seen him wearing it more times than his working attire, but he looks fucking good. There's no lie in that and you're sure Jeongguk is very well aware of his attractiveness.
"I'm in but what reason is there to spank me for? Me drinking your banana milk?" you snort, laughing at the way he looks offended for a second at the mention of his precious banana milk.
The tantrum he threw a few months back, the one you remember very clearly, because he made sure he gives you a proper punishment for drinking his stupid banana milk that he loves so much. It was funny, until he started to tickle you to the point there were tears running down your cheeks and you were very close to peeing yourself.
One thing Jungkook doesn't like is you laughing straight into his face, making fun of him. But you can't help it and continue to laugh at his sudden expression, jaw locked into its place as he stares at you with dark eyes. It all happens quickly, his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him in a flash. His hands are rough on your skin, leaving prints on it while he makes sure he holds you securely. He bends you over his knee, the cold air hitting the back of your exposed thighs as you grab onto the first thing your hands can reach – his ankle and the edge of the couch.
Unfortunately, you chose to wear one of your pajamas shorts that you forgot here months ago, wanting to wear something more comfortable. Plus, Jungkook's air conditioning is broken, so it's hotter inside than usual. It all makes it even more awkward in this situation. He has seen you in your towel before, but this time it's different. Almost all of your ass is exposed to his dark eyes and you're about to look at him, slowly lifting up yourself just to be pushed back. His knee digs into your lower stomach but you don't mind it that much.
"I'm sick of you making fun of me." he spits, palming your ass through the cotton material of your shorts that makes your breath hitch.
Fuck. Since when are his hands so comfortable?
You're not sure whether he talks about the mention of banana milk or that you've laughed into his face again – but you can't focus on that for too long, not when his hand feels so good against your ass.
Nobody has ever been so rough with you and he barely did anything. Still, it's enough to make your heart jump every time he swiftly moves his hand. Has he ever done this before?
"I'm sorry." you speak up, not recognizing your voice at all. It's so fragile, flattering into the space of your living room. It doesn't sound like you at all.
"Are you?" he dryly chuckles, scoffing right after as he squeezes your ass cheek.
God, it feels so good. He barely started and you already feel yourself getting wet. No, you're wet.
"Oh, bunny, you're about to be sorry."
This is not the Jeon Jungkook that you know. He's showing you a whole new side of him. His voice is dark, filled with dominance and lust, leaving you breathless.
A shiver runs down your spine, anticipating every move he makes with his big hand as he keeps palming the soft flesh of your ass. He plays with the hem of your shorts, before he asks you if he can take it down. Automatically a 'yes' jumps out of you, his amused chuckle following right after as you hide your flush cheeks. Thank God, he can't see you right now.
He doesn't take them entirely, enough to expose your perky ass cheeks to him. You hear him silently curse, admiring your untouched ass that's about to be spanked. He can perfectly picture his red hand prints all over it and it takes him a minute to shake out of his daze. Out of nowhere, he spanks your ass, not too hard though. You can barely register it, but it's enough to make your heart jump from the sudden contact. You understand that he only tested the waters, silently watching your reaction.
But when you shift yourself, pushing your ass up, it's all he needs. It's a silent plea for him to continue, so he doesn't waste any time asking you since you patiently wait for his next move.
"If you wanna stop, just tell me," he speaks up, his tone gentle all of a sudden causing the corner of your mouth to twitch in amusement.
Leaning up, you turn around your head just enough to look at him, tilting your brow. "Okay, bunny."
You just wanted to tease him, using his own choice of words or more accurately the pet name he gave you, but it turns out it wasn't a good idea. Before you can properly lean back, your back arches as soon as his hand is met with your ass cheek, slapping your flesh out of nowhere. The smack sound rings in your ears as you shut your eyes automatically, a surprise gasp leaving your mouth.
"I wish I could ruin you for that smart mouth of yours," he says through his gritted teeth, palming your ass before he smacks the other cheek with the same intensity.
It's almost embarrassing how quickly he got you wet. The wetness between your legs causes you to rub your thighs together. It could be mistaken as your reaction to cope with the new feeling, but it's a completely different story. You're rubbing your thighs together to release some of the build up lust in the pit of your stomach and between your legs. If he knows what you're doing, he doesn't voice it out.
"Ruin me, Kook." you whisper, so silent that you think he didn't hear you, but he did when his next words are like the next wave that's splashing you in the face.
"Oh, I will," It's not a comment, it's a promise. "I want you to count every spank I give you." he demands, his voice shifting to an even darker one and you wonder if he's just getting into some character or this is his persona in bed.
If he's usually like this in bed, you envy every girl that gets to fuck him and experience it.
"Okay." you speak up, knowing he's waiting for your answer.
He's not wasting a second, a palm meeting your clothed skin in a quick movement, not too harsh but enough to let you a surprised squeal. He palms your eyes right after, caressing the thin material as you hear your heart beating in your eardrums. You're surprised by the new feeling, complementing whether you like it or not. You need more to decide on that.
"Count, Y/N." Jungkook says through clenched teeth, reminding you of his rules that completely blew out of your mind.
"One." you cough, hiding your surprising soft voice.
It's clear, even to your inexperienced self, that he's going easy on you. His voice might be rough, showing his dominance over you, but his soft touch that makes sure to caress your attacked ass says otherwise.
"Good girl." he praises, causing a cheeky grin to appear on your lips in an instant, feeling some kind of pride over his praise.
But your grin is wiped off as soon as he slaps you again, this time focusing on the other ass cheek with more intensity, causing you to squirm in spot. This time, any sound that's about to come out of your mouth is muffled by your lips, teeth securely biting into your lower lip.
He repeats the caressing part, which helps the slight stinging feeling on your ass, although you know he's restraining himself. He makes sure he goes gradually and slowly, silently watching your reactions.
It makes you think he had probably done this before, the way he acts surely doesn't look like someone who doesn't know what he's doing. You kind of suspected that he's not boring and sex with him is a different kind of adventure, by the amount of girlfriends he had. But of course, that doesn't mean anything. Maybe his charms and attractiveness helped — but now you know that your suspicion was right.
Rather than to say it's weird, it's new for you to see this kind of side of him. Yes, Jungkook has always held some kind of dominance but he still remained this cute guy who'd pout and laugh in the cutest way. It's new, and you like it.
"Y/N..." he growls, reminding you of your task as you take your time to count for him.
"Two." you say much more stable, licking your lips in anticipation before another slap is delivered onto your lips.
Each slap gets more intense, stinging your skin even more to the point that you squirm on his lap. But every time, a number of the slap always resounds from you, not telling him to stop. It's not enough to get you off, but enough to make your panties stick to your heat, enjoying how wet you've become with each slap. You should be embarrassed when soft gasps of pleasure blend with the movie that is still on, but you could care less. Your mind is purely focused on Jungkook's hand, meeting your now exposed flesh, since he hiked up your shorts.
Skin on skin contact is even better, his soft skin and gentle circles that he massages to your skin leaves you breathless. You crave for him, the burn between your legs almost unbearable as you whimper, silently hoping Jungkook would touch you elsewhere.
"You like that, bunny, huh." he chuckles, his usual light and teasing tone gone and swapped with darkness and mocking.
Oh, you do. Much more than you've ever imagined.
"Answer me," he says, blowing another slap to your ass that makes you flinch in surprise. "You like me spanking your little ass?" he muses, a finger tracing a gentle line across his red handprint that you can't see but surely feel.
You shudder, gulping before you open your mouth. "Yes."
A low hum comes out of him, pinching your reddened skin that makes you whimper. It hurts, but when the pain slowly goes away you feel yourself clenching your thighs together, perking your ass for him.
"I told you to count," he reminds you, pinching your other cheek. "So needy." he comments under his breath, probably more to himself than to you, eyeing your perked ass.
"Nine." you count, your breath hitching in your throat.
"Last one, bunny. Get ready."
He barely finished saying it, his hand slapping over his handprint again. This one is the most intense one, causing you to loudly gasp before a shameless moan erupts in your throat. He massages your ass, blowing some air onto it that makes goosebumps appear on your skin. He gives you a few seconds, taking in your quickened breathing that gradually slows down before he slowly pulls you up.
Your cheeks are red, pupils blown out from what has just happened.
It was fucking good. So good that you wished he'd touch you again, taking care of that burn in the pit of your stomach and between your legs. You've never been turned on from this kind of thing and looking at Jungkook, just wants you to sit on his lap and repeat that time when you made cum each other.
But you stay put, taking in his dark eyes and a few strands of his raven hair covering them, before he moves them away. A slow, but clear smirk stretches onto his lips and you know your best friend is back. 
"You surely liked that." he teases you, wiggling his brows that make you roll your eyes at him.
"Pff, it wasn't that good. Don't flatter yourself." you scoff, knowing he has another thing added to his teasing list.
He's such a brat.
"Hmm, I think your soaked shorts says otherwise." he muses, eyes averting between your legs that makes you react right away, looking there for yourself.
A wet patch soaked through your panties and shorts is visible, your legs automatically closing but it's too late. He has seen it and pointed that out.
He's right. You surely liked that.
His smug smirk makes you annoyed, rolling your eyes at him once more as you quickly sit back, eyes averted to the screen.
What a brat.
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You Can Start a Family (Chapter 4)
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Summary: Your weekend with Mitch and Sarah far exceeds all of your expectations.
This chapter is twice as long as all of the previous ones and is both sweet and spicy. Writing this while upping my hours at work and moving apartments was, a challenge to put it lightly. I've never written anything like this before so I hope I did it justice and you all enjoy!
TW: There's smut. It's not crazy (reader is v innocent) but there is in fact smut
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After slipping on your shoes and your jacket, you meet the couple back in the entrance hallway. You all walk out to the car, Mitch locking up behind him before sliding in the driver's seat. You climb in the back while Sarah plugs her phone in to play music. You make her put on Harry’s first album and spend the whole drive getting Mitch to tell stories about making it. You were fascinated by all the behind-the-scenes info you were learning, both about making the music, and the shenanigans the group got into. 
You were about to ask your hundredth question when Mitch pulled into a parking lot, and you saw your destination. You had been so wrapped up in the conversation that you forgot how excited you were for the adventure park. You throw your seatbelt off and jump out of the car, impatiently waiting for the other two to join you. 
“Calm down kid,” Mitch states. “The place is open for hours; we’ve got plenty of time to run around and do flips or whatever."
“Oh, come on, where’s your enthusiasm?” You reply.
“I’m a musician, not an athlete.”
“What, scared of making a fool of yourself?” You tease. “Let’s go!” You grab each of their hands and start to practically drag them to the door. You’re so focused you miss the look they share the moment you initiate contact. You didn’t realize that sliding your hand into theirs would give both of them butterflies. 
Once inside, Sarah hands over the tickets she purchased ahead of time. You then place your things in a locker and walk into the main area where you can see all the different activities they have. 
“So, what would you like to do first?” Sarah asks. 
“Can we do rock climbing? I haven’t done that in so long. I used to love it!”
And with that, the three of you spend an afternoon trying out every single thing the park had to offer. Mitch did have one spectacular wipe out on a trampoline which left you and Sarah in tears from laughter, and you all had a wonderful time. 
After getting back in the car, you say, “Thank you so much for bringing me here! I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun.”
“You’re welcome darling, we’re glad you enjoyed yourself,” Sarah replies. 
You all lapse into a comfortable silence, and you stare out the window listening to the radio before the motion of the car lulls you to sleep. 
A few minutes later, Sarah glances back to ask you a question and sees your current state. 
“She’s asleep,” she whispers. 
“Huh?” Mitch replies much louder. 
“Shush! Y/N. She’s knocked out back there.”
Mitch catches a glance at you through the rear-view mirror and a fond smile spreads on his face, matching Sarah’s expression. 
“It really is like having a kid sometimes,” Sarah states.
“What?” Mitch replies through a laugh. 
“Think about it! The billion questions on the way here, her unmatched excitement and energy for slides and rock walls and foam pits, passing out on the way home.”
“Yea, I guess.” Mitch pauses for a moment before asking, “Do you ever think about our decision not to have children?”
“I do, occasionally. And I always realize that we made the right choice for us. But it would be nice to be able to take care of, and even spoil Y/N sometimes. I mean the look of joy when we got back in the car? We made that happen. It’s really nice being there for her. I feel like she needs us in a way. And it’s nice to feel needed.” 
Mitch nods in reply, and they sit quietly, lost in thought for the last 10 minutes of the drive. After parking the car, they glance back at you, still deep asleep. 
“If you open the door, I’ll carry her in. Hopefully she stays asleep, she’s probably exhausted between running around at the adventure park and from crying earlier,” Mitch states before handing Sarah the house keys. 
He gets out, opens your door, and reaches to unbuckle your seatbelt. He leans in, planning to carry you bridal style but, sensing him close in your now half-asleep state, you reach out to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He gently lifts you out of the car and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist before tucking your face into his neck. He carries you to the house, and the swaying motion as he walks puts you back to sleep. He stands for a moment just inside, wondering if he should lay you down in the living room or their bedroom. 
“Put her on the couch,” Sarah says as if reading his mind. “She’s never seen the bedroom before. She might be disoriented if she wakes up there.” 
Mitch nods, holding and rocking you for another couple of minutes before placing you on the couch and laying a blanket on top. He can’t help but lean down and place a kiss to the crown of your head before walking back to meet Sarah in the kitchen. 
She’s placing two cups of tea on the counter and Mitch says, “You’re right.”
“About what exactly?”
“It really does feel nice to take care of her,” he clarifies before leaning in to kiss his wife. They pull back and lock eyes for a moment before he maneuvers them until Sarah is seated on the counter, legs open for Mitch to stand in between and be as close to her as possible. They get lost in the moment and lazily make out, hands running over each other’s arms and backs, fingers sliding through hair. Minutes pass this way before they’re interrupted by a number of text alerts on Mitch’s phone. He glances down and sees they’re from his father, and fearing something had happened to his mom, he immediately opens them. 
He rolls his eyes and shows Sarah the screen, full of pictures of his parents and their friends out on the cabins deck, along with the food they’re grilling for dinner. 
“Is it already dinner time?” Sarah asks, shocked to see it was later in the day than they’d realized. She hops down, takes a sip of her now lukewarm tea, and starts pulling out ingredients to make food.
Mitch and Sarah work together to make salad, roasted potatoes, and salmon. You wake up to the smell of spices, confused for a minute about your whereabouts. After a moment you remember where you are. You realize that you have no memory of getting from the car to the couch, meaning someone had to have carried you inside. The thought gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling.
You walk into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You look up to see Sarah leaning against the counter and you go lean and snuggle against her, feeling extra cuddly as you wake up. Without hesitating, she wraps her arms around you, swaying you both side to side. “How was your nap, baby?” she asks.
“Fantastic,” you mutter in response. You hear the oven open and look over to see Mitch taking the potatoes out. He carries the tray into the dining room, and you slip away from Sarah to follow him. After he places it on the table, you step behind him and wind your arms around his middle. He places his hands on top of yours and you snuggle against him for a moment. You pull back, finally feeling more awake.
“Anything I can do to help?”
“Why don’t you grab us all some wine glasses from the kitchen?”
You walk back to the kitchen, Sarah passing you, bringing the final dish of food to the dining room. You look in the cabinets, not remembering exactly where they keep the wine glasses. You finally find them on a top shelf. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to reach them, you hop up to kneel on the countertop.
You’ve already gotten two glasses and set them on the counter, and are reaching for the third when Mitch walks in. He startles you and you jump a little. You don’t really lose your balance, but ever overprotective, he runs over to steady you, grabbing the glass you’re holding in one hand and placing his other on your hip. His fingers wrap firmly around your waist where your shirt had ridden up, sending a shock through your body at the rather intimate touch. You look back at him and notice just how close his face is to yours, and you practically breathe the same air. You’re frozen, tracking his eyes and they move down to glance at your lips before he helps you off the counter. You almost feel guilty about the interaction before you remember you had a similar one with Sarah earlier in the day. What was it with these two and looking at your lips? Did they even realize they did it? Did it actually happen or were you imagining it? Is it possible they felt the same way about you as you did about them?
“Red or white?”
“What?” You finally say, realizing Mitch asked you a question.
“I’ve got plenty of red and white wine. Which would you prefer?”
“Oh! White would be great, thank you.”
“Okay, you bring those in, and I’ll be out there in a second.”
Finally, you’re all seated at the table enjoying your meal together. You start off talking about the outing earlier, sharing what everyone’s favorite part was. You then move on to other lighthearted topics, getting to know more about each other, though most information was still quite surface level.
Once dinner is done you all carry the dirty plates into the kitchen to start cleaning the meal together. At this point you’re all a couple glasses of wine in, and you decide to dig a little deeper. “So,” you start as you take the dishes Sarah hands you to load into the dishwasher. “I opened up about my sad, tragic past during lunch today, it’s someone’s else’s turn to share a deep dark secret with the group.”
Mitch and Sarah glance at each other and you continue, “I mean, not dark. Preferably something happy or funny. Just tell me something I don’t know. A juicy bit of gossip even. I can’t be the only open and vulnerable one today.”
“That’s fair,” Sarah replies. “I know Mitch has some good gossip to share. Oh wait, that’s not under an NDA, is it?”
“I’m pretty sure I know what you’re referring to, and no, technically it’s not. But this story does not leave this room, understood?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a serious look, wildly curious what he’s about to tell you.
“So, when we were in the car talking about the trip to Jamaica to write Harry’s first album, I may have left out one story.” He pauses to take a sip of his wine before continuing. “The first couple days were really productive, so we decided to let loose a bit. We had some drinks, got a little tipsy- “
“A little tipsy?” Sarah interjects.
“Ok, we all got very drunk, whatever. Anyway, most of the group went inside to bed but Harry and I stayed up for one more drink. Next thing I knew he was in my lap, and we were making out. We woke up together the next morning thinking it was a one-time thing but it kind of kept happening, and most of the time alcohol wasn’t even involved. It kind of tapered off once we finished the trip and then I met Sarah and yea.”
“Woah. I honestly did not expect that. That’s so crazy! You’ve kissed Harry Styles! Wow, what was it like? Is he a good kisser? Oh, maybe I should ask him what he thought about your kissing skills!”
You mentally facepalm at letting that last part slip out.
“Do you really want to know?” Sarah asks.
“Oh, duh, I’m an idiot, guess you would be able to answer that,” you say laughing nervously but not denying your curiosity.
“Or you could find out for yourself,” she replies.
Suddenly the whole room is silent. You’re not even sure if anyone is breathing. You and Mitch stare at Sarah and her eyes dart back and forth between you two.
You look over to Mitch and he stares back before shrugging his shoulders and nodding at you.
“Are you two serious?” You question, shocked by the sudden change in atmosphere. You feel like you’re hallucinating, or having an out of body experience, and come to the conclusion that this is all a very vivid dream that you are having. Surely, it’s not real life.
“She’s completely serious,” Mitch replies, taking a minute step closer to you. “And for the record, I am too.” He takes another step, now mere inches away. You’re at a loss for words, simply staring at Mitch as he advances closer to you.
His hand slips up to cup your cheek. “Is this okay?” he asks. You just nod, still unable to remember a single word in the English language. Slowly, as though not to spook you, he leans down, pausing for a moment before softly pressing his lips against yours. It’s one small peck, followed by two more and he pulls away to press one more kiss to the tip of your nose. He slides his hand to rest on the side of your neck and you remain in that moment, fully absorbing what just happened. It’s been years since you’ve been kissed, since you’ve been shown any kind of affection. Earlier that day you thought their hugs had healing powers, but this? This was the most wonderful feeling in the world. You open your eyes to see Mitch smiling at you and you realize you’ve been sporting the widest grin that whole time.
“I have a question for you,” he says.
“Okay,” you timidly reply.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
“Uhm, yea, there were a couple girls in high school.”
“Well, Sarah has never kissed a girl before. How would you like to be her first?”
You turn to look at her, Mitch’s hand falling away, and you see she’s moved closer as well. “If it’s alright with you,” Sarah says, “I would very much like to kiss you as well.”
You once again nod, then finally find words, saying, “I would like that too.”
Her fingertips lightly rest on your shoulders. She leans down and her lips brush against yours before she pulls back.
“It’s okay,” you reassure her.
This time, she firmly presses her lips against yours. It starts off similar to Mitch’s, a chaste peck, but then she takes it further. Her hands slide up, one resting on the side of your neck while the other moves to your cheek in order to tilt your head so she can slot her lips against yours. You place your hand on her hips, resisting the urge to pull her flush against you. She makes the decision for you, stepping closer until her body is pressed against yours. You sigh at the contact, and she uses that moment to slip her tongue between your parted lips to explore your mouth. Mitch watches silently, content to observe two of the women he cares about most enjoy this moment together. He knows what a big deal this is for both of you.
After another minute she pulls away, leaving you with one more peck.
“Was that alright?” she asks as you play with the bottom of her shirt before realizing you’re still holding onto it. You nod, smiling shyly up at her. Mitch places his hand on the small of your back and leans around you to kiss his wife.
“Uhm, what happens now?” You ask, unsure of what exactly this all meant.
“Well,” Mitch says leaning in close. “Now, we can do whatever you want. Or nothing at all. It’s up to you.”
You try to think for a minute, but they’re both still touching you, watching you, and your mind is a jumbled mess. You step out of the embrace and go to the sink to start scrubbing the tray the potatoes had been in. You know they’re both still looking at you, but the physical space allows you to organize your thoughts. Scrubbing the burnt bits off food is oddly soothing to you, and by the time it’s clean your mind is calm.
You turn around to face them again and grab each of their hands. You lean up to give Mitch a kiss before turning and doing the same to Sarah.
“How about we watch a movie?” Sarah suggests. You have a pretty good idea what a movie means. They were handsy enough the previous evening before they had crossed this line and while Mitch’s parents were in the room. You knew a movie now would mean more kissing, more hands on your body, maybe the opportunity to explore their bodies as well. You found yourself hoping that would happen. And terrified at the same time.
You nod and start to follow them out of the room to the rest of the house, until some insecurity seeps in.
“Wait,” you say.
“Is everything alright?” Sarah asks. “Nothing needs to happen if you don’t want to, love.”
“It’s not that, it’s just.” You pause for a second then push through your embarrassment to continue. “I’ve just, never really done anything more than kiss before. So, I don’t have any experience and don’t know what I’m doing and, yea. That’s all.” You keep your head down, not daring to look at them and see their reactions.
Mitch steps directly in front of you, placing his hands on your cheeks and forcing you to look up at him. “We told you earlier that we want to take care of you. And we mean that in every way. Whatever it is you want to do, we’ll teach you.”
“Plus,” Sarah adds. “I’ve never been with a girl before, so this is all new to me too. We’ll be learning together.” You smile at them, and you all make your way upstairs.
You realize you’ve never been in their room before, and walking through the door knowing what might happen has the nerves flooding back. Sarah goes to the TV to turn on a movie (which movie it is you have no idea, you’re so wrapped up in everything else) and Mitch pulls you to sit next to him on the bed. He puts his arms around you, and you lean in against him, feeling calmer in his embrace. Once the movie is playing Sarah turns off the light and climbs in next to you.
For a while, nothing happens. You all just sit cuddled together, hands occasionally traveling over each other’s arms and legs in a way that’s both teasing and comforting. You then feel Mitch move next to you and place a kiss to your head, then the side of your neck, and finally your lips. Your lips move with his, and it sends butterflies not just to your stomach, but your entire body.
At the first brush of his tongue against yours a whimper escapes your lips. You try to pull back, embarrassed at how needy you sound, but Mitch doesn’t let you get far. “Don’t hide, we want to hear you,” he says, voice lower than you’ve ever heard and another wave of desire runs through you. His hand goes to your leg, and he leads you to throw it over his lap, so that you’re straddling him. You hover slightly, too nervous to initiate that kind of contact. Mitch’s large hands wrap around your waist, and he pulls you until you’re fully seated on his lap.
You gasp as you feel his hard length rub against your center, and you tuck your face into his neck, overwhelmed by the new feeling. You feel Sarah run her fingers through your hair and you turn to her. She captures your lips with her own as Mitch encourages you to rock back and forth on his lap. More small noises spill from your mouth, and Mitch joins with a groan as you push down extra hard in reaction to Sarah pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
Sarah’s hands move to the hem of your shirt. She pulls back to look at you, asking with her eyes if she can remove the article of clothing.
“Uhm, could you guys…. first?” You manage to force out, scared to be the first to bare any of your body, especially once you realize by the end of the night, they’ll likely see more of you than anyone ever has.
“Of course, love,” she answers. She and Mitch both move to toss off their shirts, and you take in the sight of all the bare skin in front of you. You place one hand on each of them, running them along their sides, reveling in the feeling beneath your palms. You then reach for Sarah’s hands and place them back on the bottom of your shirt, encouraging her to take it off of you since you wouldn’t have the nerve to do it yourself.
It's thrown on the ground with the other shirts and you feel Mitch’s lip on your collarbone. He maneuvers you until you’re laying on your back and continues to pepper kisses all over your neck and chest. Slowly, piece by piece, everyone’s clothes end up scattered on the floor and you take a moment to admire Mitch and Sarah without any barriers. Never in a million years did you think you would be in this position, and you take a breath to center yourself.
You feel a hand on the inside of each of your thighs, Mitch and Sarah working together to rile you up even more. They slide up further up, one finger brushing against your clit, and you arch into the touch. Mitch notices your reaction and brings his finger back to the same spot, rubbing gently. Sarah brings her hand up to your entrance, slipping one finger inside. You gasp and turn your head, searching for either of them. Mitch notices first and leans in to capture your lips in a messy kiss, helping ground you. They continue to work you up, Sarah angling her finger just right and Mitch rubbing in a way that has you seeing stars in minutes.
The feeling builds and then comes your release. Mitch swallows your whines, and they slow their hands to ease you through it gently.
Never before has anything felt that good, nor has it felt so right.
Sarah tilts your head, stealing you from Mitch before straddling your lap and capturing your lips with her own. You lazily make out for a minute before Mitch says, “Sarah lay down.”
She lays in between you and Mitch, pulling you onto your side next to her as she refuses to stop kissing you.
“Y/N, give me your hand,” Mitch continues, and you do so without hesitation. He moves your fingers to her entrance, and he says, “Start with one.” You again do as he says, sliding one finger inside her and you moan along with Sarah at the feeling. You move your finger back and forth before Mitch tells you to add another.
After you slide in a second finger, Mitch leans down to swipe his tongue against her clit. Now it’s your turn to work together with Mitch, and you do so until Sarah is falling apart, clenching around your finger. She pulls away after a few small pecks, and you pull out of her.
She catches her breath for a moment, then sits up, turning to Mitch. For the first time that evening, you fully focus on his hard length and your anxiety comes back. This is completely new territory to you, and curiosity mixes with the fear. You watch as Sarah wraps her hand around him.
She looks up and catches you watching intently. She holds your hand, pulling it close to him but not quite touching him giving you the option to pull away. But you don’t want to pull away. Instead, you hesitantly wrap your fingers around him, pumping your hand up and down a couple of times the way Sarah had. You’re surprised by the feeling, and validated by the deep groans Mitch lets out. You continue to move your hand, listening to Sarah when she instructs you to change pace, or twist your wrist. After a few minutes his breathing comes out in pants, and he grips your shoulder as he releases on your hand.
Sarah climbs out of bed for a moment and comes back with damp washcloths, cleaning everyone off. Mitch walks over to his dresser, grabbing 3 pairs of boxers and 2 t-shirts. You’re grateful, as you had started to feel a bit exposed. After getting dressed, Mitch and Sarah slide in bed on either side of you, turning so they can both look at you.
“How do you feel?” Sarah asks.
“Wonderful,” you reply immediately.
“No regrets?”
“Absolutely not.”
You kiss each of them before laying on your back, allowing them to curl around you. You fall asleep feeling content, sated, and truly cared for.
You wake up Sunday morning in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, with a body on either side of you. There’s a brief moment of panic before the memories of the previous night rush back. You smile thinking of how wonderfully they treated you, how gentle they were, how amazing they made you feel.
Sarah and Mitch are both asleep, still wrapped around you, and you gently run your fingers along their arms. You cannot believe how incredibly lucky you feel in this moment. A month ago, you had practically no one, and now you’ve found two people who have taken you in, welcomed you not only to their family but their relationship as well. You don’t know if this is a one-time event or if it will continue, but you do know that Mitch and Sarah will always be there for you in some capacity.
Mitch wakes up next, Sarah following a few minutes later. You all spend time sharing lazy kisses, in no rush to get out of the cozy bed. Finally, you’re interrupted by the sound of a stomach grumbling. You glance at the clock and see it’s after 10 A.M.
“Let’s go out for breakfast,” Sarah suggests, and you all agree.
The diner you end up at is adorable, a quintessential small-town eatery. You are sat at a small round booth, and Mitch and Sarah make sure that you are seated in between them, allowing them to place their hands on either of your thighs. You feel like you’re going to explode any minute. Or simply die.
They keep the conversation light and casual, paying no attention to the fact that they’re driving you crazy simply by adjusting their hands every now and then. The waitress comes to take your order and breathe a sigh of relief when they are no longer touching you beneath the table. As lovely as the physical contact is, it’s starting to drive you wild and you need to keep your cool, especially in public.
After ordering the conversation once again turns to music.
“Have you guys been playing much since you’ve been here? I saw some guitars at the house but haven’t exactly seen any drums.”
“There’s a studio in town that we’ve been going to a couple times a week,” Sarah answers. “If you want, we can go there after this.”
“Seriously? Of course I want to! I’ve never seen you guys play up close. I was so far away at the concert I went to, Harry was just this glittery speck running around.”
“You know, I don’t think you ever told us which of Harry’s songs is your favorite.”
“Oh, probably because it’s impossible to choose one? But I mean, Fine Line is an absolute masterpiece. Like, I need to hear that live once in my life or I cannot die happy.”
“Wow, that’s quite a review,” Mitch replies.
The waitress returns with your food, and Mitch and Sarah turn the conversation to you, asking you a million question about yourself that you answer through bites of eggs and bacon.
After brunch, you go to the studio and once inside you immediately ask Sarah to play Satellite.
“Everyone always posts videos of Harry doing the ‘Satellite Stomps’ but never of you playing that part and I think the drum there is so cool.”
You watch Mitch and Sarah, eventually picking up a guitar and playing along once Mitch tells you what chords to do. You’re grateful for the time you spent looking up YouTube videos in middle school that gave you a basic understanding of the instrument.
“Would you like to learn one of the songs on drums?” Sarah asks.
“Of course I would! I’ve literally never touched drums before.”
“Okay, well let’s start with Woman. It’s got a pretty constant beat so it’s a good beginner song.” You watch Sarah play through the song once, mesmerized by the way she holds herself as she plays.
After she finishes, she gets up and hands you the drumsticks. You sit down, excited and nervous to learn something new. Sarah teaches you about all the different parts of the drum set, and how to get the clearest sounds. They play Woman in the background, and she leads your hands through the right movements as you play along. You’ve never had so much fun learning a new skill before. You spend a couple hours at the studio, learning from two absolute masters.
Afterwards you go back to the house and sit in the living room with tea courtesy of Sarah. You’re not sure exactly who initiates it, but you find yourself once again in between Mitch and Sarah, trading kisses with both as hands roam across each other’s bodies.
You all break apart when the door suddenly opens. Mitch’s parents walk into the living room a minute later carrying their bags and you guys great them as casually as you can. They sit down and talk about their weekend up at the cabin, and you fill them in on the adventure park and time spent at the studio.
When the conversation turns to dinner you realize how late in the day it is.
“I should probably be heading home soon,” you say standing from the couch.
“I’ll help you with your things,” Sarah replies. She and Mitch follow you upstairs, closing the bedroom door behind them.
“I only have one bag, I think I can manage,” you say with a laugh.
“I know,” Sarah replies, stepping closer to you. “I just thought it might be best to say good-bye up here.” She cups your face in her hand and leans in to kiss you. After she pulls back you feel Mitch step in front of you to do the same. “We should probably hang at your apartment in the future if we want privacy,” he says.
You smile, elated to hear that this wasn’t a one-time thing. You might not understand exactly what they see in you, or why they would bring you so fully into their relationship, but you’re so glad they have.
They walk you out to your car, each giving you a tight hug and a kiss to the forehead before allowing you to drive away.
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jerzwriter · 9 months
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I'll Have What She's Having... (1/3)
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OK - I had too much fun writing this! This is for @choicesprompts Rewrite Event. I selected this iconic scene from the best romcom of all time, When Harry Met Sally. I will be posting two other scenes from the movie as well.
Background: In this AU, Tobias & Casey are good friends. They're two doctors working at neighboring hospitals. They have a lot in common and love each other's company, but they decided to keep things friendly. Today, they're meeting for lunch, and Casey's becoming annoyed because Tobias is late... again. I hope you enjoy this!
Book: Open Heart (Choices)
Based on: When Harry Met Sally (Movie)
Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Casey Mactavish (F!MC)
Rating: Teen + / Sexual situations (not explicit)
Words: 1,500
A/N: As mentioned above, participating in @choicesprompts Rewrite Event
Casey felt a slight chill run through her as goosebumps formed on her skin. She rubbed her arms to warm up, though she wasn’t complaining. The cafe's arctic air conditioning was a welcome reprieve from the sultry Boston day outside. She glanced at her watch and sighed. Punctuality mattered to Dr. MacTavish. Most people knew that and tried to respect it. Unfortunately, that didn't include her dear friend, Tobias. She was beginning to wonder if he was purposefully late every time, but… her mind shifted as the front door opened, ushering in a hot summer breeze, the sounds of honking horns, and one handsome, smirking physician. Most would look sheepish for making her wait, but not Tobias Carrick. His bravado was as present as the defined muscles visible, even through his t-shirt. All she could do was shake her head.
“Hey there, sunshine,” he beamed, sliding into the booth across from her, and instantly reaching over to grab one of her fries. Casey smacked his hand away, but he was too quick, and happily chewed on the fried treat as she huffed.
“You’re late again! And for your punishment, you can’t eat any of my food! You'll have to wait until your own arrives!” She slid her plate away and protectively leaned over it, inadvertently offering a peek down her tank top. Not one to miss such things, Tobias clearly noticed but looked away quickly. He was not letting himself think of her in that way. He'd give her this battle; she could keep her fries.
“I’m not that late,” he grumbled as he flagged the waitress over.
“You’re fifteen minutes late.”
“If we’re being honest, I walked in the door two minutes ago, so technically, I’m only thirteen minutes late, and I had… reasons.”
“Mmm,” Casey sighed, playfully taunting him with her fries. “Let’s see, you didn’t drive… the T is running on schedule… you’re off from work today… a good reason… what’s their name?”
“Whose name?” He asked that sheepishness suddenly appearing.
“The reason’s name,” she grinned. “Whose bed did you have trouble crawling out of to come to have lunch with little ol’ me? You know you really have to start scheduling better.”
Tobias’s face tensed up as a rare look of exasperation appeared.
“I wasn’t… I didn’t… I wasn’t crawling out of anyone’s bed… OK!” He insisted. But Casey refused to look away, her lips curled into a knowing smirk as her eyes locked on his.
“Fine! We never made it to the bed… it was more like the couch… wiseass.”
Casey popped another fry into her mouth… victorious.
“OK,” he chuckled. “Stop being so cocky… it's not like you know everything.”
“Oh, I know enough! For example, I know. I’m so glad I never slept with you.”
“Really?” He answered, appearing to be insulted. “And why is that?”
“Because… I’d just be another notch on your belt. Another person you rushed out of bed... or off the couch from... to go have lunch with a friend. Late, of course.”
“So you’re happier with the role of friend?”
“Absolutely! I mean, you’re a halfway decent friend..."
"Gee, thanks!"
"Would you shut up," she scolded, reaching across the table to playfully smack him. "I mean, we have longevity. I'm confident you'll still be in my life this time next year, but if I was one of your conquests? I'd just think you were an asshole.”
“An asshole?” His voice and brows were raised, and Casey was unsure if he was really mad, but she didn't back down.
“Yes, an asshole. No one is saying that you have to settle down and get married, Tobias. But you’re like the walking definition of wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. At least I hope you get the thank you out before you’re rushing to the door… manners are important!”
 “You know,” he said, dropping his just-delivered sandwich to his plate. “I don’t promise anyone anything more than that! I’m not a total dick! Besides,” he smiled smugly. “They seem happy enough with the results.”
“Of course they do. You’re out the door before they can offer any constructive criticism. I'll bet half of them never even get your number.”
He aggressively took a bite of his sandwich, confidently catching Casey’s gaze. “Trust me. They’re pleased.”
“Really? How do you know?”
“What do you mean? How do I know… I know.”
“Why? Because they have an orgasm?”
“An? An implies one. That's for amateurs. Please, I'm insulted," he winked as Casey chortled. “Why are you laughing."
“Because unlike your… species…  we can fake it... even more than once. So you don't really know.”
“Do you fake it?”
“Me? Never. I'm not about to give someone a prize for something they haven't earned."
“Mmm, but you’re saying the women I’ve been with do?”
“I'm not saying all of them,” she shrugged. “But sadly, far too many women still do it, so yeah, I’m sure at least a percentage of them have faked it.”
“No, they haven’t,” he snickered, quickly grabbing one of her fries.
“Oh, yes. I forgot,” Casey chided. “You know… because… you’re a man.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning most women have admitted to faking an orgasm, and most men say it's never happened with them… so you do the math.”
“Well, I'm not most men,” he said cockily and returned to eating "I'd be able to tell the difference."
Casey decided not to say another word, but her wheels were spinning. With a sardonic smile, she put her plan into motion.
“Ooooh,” she gasped softly. Doing it again to ensure she had his attention.
“Case?”
“Oh…  oh, God…” she whispered, leaning forward the slightest bit."
Tobias’s brow furrowed in concern. “What is it? Are you sick? You need to leave?”
“I… I… oh God,” she muttered, the volume of her voice increasing as she let out a soft, languid groan. “I just… I just… Oh my... GOD!”
Tobias sighed and placed his food on his plate. The look on his face was a mixture of mortified and amused, and he wasn't sure which side he was going to land on.
Her eyes screwed shut, and her well-manicured hand ran slowly through her long, wavy hair as the other desperately clutched the table, balling the tablecloth in her fist. Her face flushed pink, her breath more jagged, then her head flung back with dramatic flair.
“It’s… you’re… oh my, God… right there… right… you're right there... don't ... don't stop... AHH!” She wailed, now commanding the attention of everyone in the tiny cafe. Normally unflappable, Tobias appeared to blush as the attention grew, offering a half-smile and slight wave to those watching the show unfold.
“Oh, God… Oh, God… that’s it.. that’s so good, oh, God… Tobiiiasssss,” she hissed in a graveled tone as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, alarmed at the effect her saying his name in such a way had on him. “Tobias, you’re … you’re… Oh God… Oh God... Yes! YES! YES! YES!! YESSS!” she screamed as her back arched and her head thrashed wildly from side to side, her hands desperately grabbing the table, causing the ice cubes in their drinks to jiggle with her every gyration.
Without an ounce of remorse, she sat upright, and fully composed, she returned to eating as if she didn’t have ten cell phones pointed at her, capturing her award-worthy performance that was bound to go viral.
Bemused, Tobias studied her with an impish grin.
“Are you done?” he finally asked with amusement.
“Oh, absolutely,” she smirked. “And hopefully, so are your delusions.”
He shook his head with a chuckle. “You know, now I’m kinda happy we never slept together, too.”
“Oh really? I already told you I don’t fake it, I can, but I won't… so you wouldn’t have to worry about that.”
“No, but apparently, I’d have to worry about everyone in my neighborhood hearing.”
Casey’s eyes locked on his, a smile so innocent it defied the moment on her lips. “And that would be a problem for you?”
Tobias reached for his glass, downing the contents in their entirety in the hopes it would quench the heat rising in his body. Heat that had nothing to do with the temperature outside.
“Honesty, no,” he grinned. “That’s not a problem for me.”
“I didn’t think so,” Casey giggled.
“Say, what are your plans for the rest of the day? Wanna go see the game tonight?” he asked, compelling himself to change the subject.
“Can’t,” she replied as she chewed her food. “I have a date tonight.”
“Oh? With who?”
“A resident at Kenmore… but I’m not telling you who unless we decide to go on a second date. I don't need you antagonizing them.”
“Like I would?” he answered as she shot him a knowing look.
They fought over whose turn it was to pay the bill, each insisting it was their own. When Tobias grabbed the check and headed toward the counter, Casey Venmoed him for her portion. And he thought he won?
The hot air hit them the moment he door pushed open. And while Casey relished it for a moment, Tobias did not. He had yet to cool down from all that had transpired inside, and this wasn't helping. He rocked on his feet as they stood outside.
“So. You’re really not going to tell me who it is?”
“I will,” she replied bashfully, “if there’s a second date…maybe.”
“Well, that's definitive," he laughed. "Fine. Have fun… and don’t fake anything.”
“I never do,” she laughed, reaching up to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Hey, you up for brunch tomorrow?”
“I can do brunch,” he answered, quicker than anticipated.
“Good," the smile on her face went all the way up to her eyes, then with a twist of her hips, she was walking away. But not before stopping once more to offer some advice. "Oh, and Tobias," she smiled, “don’t be late.”
He watched her walk away and kept watching until she was lost in the crowd. Then he took his phone from his pocket and lifted it to his ear as he turned to walk in the opposite direction.
“Hey!” he said enthusiastically when his call was answered. “Sally, it’s Dr. Carrick. Listen, can you do me a favor and look at the schedule… what residents are on duty tonight?”
“Great,” he replied. “And can you send a copy of that list to my e-mail? You’re a doll, Sally. I’ll make sure to mention it to your boss!”
His mind kept wandering as he walked home. He'd figure it out. It would be easy, he thought. A simple process of elimination. He’d have the person’s name by tomorrow at brunch. In fact, he’d have tonight before he headed to bed… early. After all, he needed a good night’s sleep because there was no way he was going to be late for brunch tomorrow.
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swiftmendeshoran · 1 year
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For the NYE request what if they all go to a party and Niall is chatting with some girls and Harry is chatting to a group of guys and girls (maybe being a tiny bit flirty) and then y/n can't seem to find anyone to talk to. She would go hang out with Niall or Harry but doesn't want to bother them in case they were looking for a hookup. But when it gets closer to midnight Harry notices y/n is all alone and decides to stay with her. She'll tell him he doesn't have to but he says he doesn't mind. Then when the new year's rings in Harry would turn to y/n and ask if maybe he could be her new years kiss. Not anything too much but just a peck. And she agrees.
Hi nonnie and everyone else! Happy New Year! I loved this request, so back with another Narry Roommate fic. Enjoy!
Also, i changed up the request a little bit. Hope that's ok.
WARNINGS: drinking, kissing, some sexual themes, talks of sex, partying, I think that's it.
wc: 2439
Can be read as a stand-alone or with the trope here
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"Come on (Y/N). It's New Year's Eve. Ya can't just sit around in your PJs and watch TV," Niall said.
"That's exactly what half of America is doing right now. Don't you watch Tiktok?" you asked.
"Well, no, but... Please just come with us. It'll be fun," Niall asked.
"Yeah!" Harry chimed in. "Come with us. It won't be any fun without yeh."
Harry and Niall had invited you to this New Year's Eve party that they go to every year and you really didn't want to go, but you couldn't say no to them.
"Fine," you sighed. "But I'm leaving a few minutes after midnight."
"Party pooper," Harry pouted. "Now, go get dressed."
The guys were dressed in dress pants and button-down shirts, so you figured you had to get dressed a little nicer. You found a gold dress in the back of your closet that you honestly never wore, tan flats because who has time for heels?. A black cardigan, and a small purse.
You had to do something with that rat's nest of your hair. You stuck your head out your bedroom door. "Do I have time to straighten my hair?"
Niall looked at his watch. "If ya can be done in an hour, sure."
You let your straightener heat up as you did some make-up. You didn't apply too much, just some concealer for your under eyes, mascara, a light eye shadow, and lipstick.
By the time you were finished your straightener was heated up fully and you got to work on your hair.
You got done with 15 minutes to spare. When you walked out of the room, the boys mouthed a "Wow" and you smirked as you walked out the door.
"Ready boys?"
They followed you as you all piled into your car since you would probably be the designated driver of the group.
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The party was only 25 minutes away and looked to be in full swing, despite only starting 30 minutes ago. You all got out of the car and headed inside.
Right away, Harry and Niall were given beers and were greeted by everyone when they came in. They introduced you to their friends and the party got going.
You stood with Niall for a bit, listening to a conversation he was having about golf, but you found that you would've rather poked your eye out with one of those mini-forks than listen to any more of that.
So, you made your way over to Harry. He greeted you, but then went back to his conversation. All was going ok until a girl started to flirt with him. His hand was on her lower back and she was giggling in his ear.
You went to go refill your punch and grabbed a slice of pizza from the kitchen. You hopped up on one of the barstools and scrolled through Instagram as you ate.
You sighed, but waved to Niall as he came by to get another beer.
You hated parties where you only knew the person/people you came with and not anyone else. It just made your anxiety go through the roof.
After finishing your food, you went to go sit back down on the couch in the living room. A girl chatted you up about your dress, but then left when her boyfriend came to find her.
You went on Instagram again and saw everyone in their new year's best and at parties. At least they were having fun. You looked up to find the boys and Harry was in the corner flirting with a guy now, who was kissing his neck. Niall was chatting up a girl and they started dancing.
You could dance you figured, but by yourself it was no fun, and everyone would just look at you.
You looked at your phone. How was it only 10:30? You grabbed your coat and went outside to get some fresh air.
While out there, you let the cold air fill your lungs and you sighed in content.
There was one other person out there, smoking. When you made accidental eye-contact, they offered it to you. "No thanks."
"Ah. Germs. I get it. I've got another one in here, I think," the man went through his pockets and handed you an unsmoked joint.
"I'm ok. Really. Thank you though."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged and put it back in his pocket. "It warms you up out here though."
"I'm going inside soon, anyway. Uh, have a good night," you turned around and walked away from the strange man.
10:40. Jesus, time was going slow. You made your way to the bathroom to pee and fix yourself up. You knew you should have just stayed home in your pjs. No guy here cared about you anyway. Well, except for the high one outside.
You smiled to yourself in the mirror and shrugged your shoulders. You loved Niall and Harry, you did. But, sometimes you were very opposite. They loved to party and drink and go out and hookup with random people.
And you liked to stay home and read a book. Occasionally you would date but the ones you've been on recently haven't been all the best.
You just wanted one kiss when the ball dropped. That's all. Just a little peck would do. And it seemed as though the only person that was an option was the stoned one outside.
Harry and Niall were far too concerned with the people inside the party, and good for them, they deserve to let loose. It's New Year's Eve after all. But, you couldn't help but feel sorry for yourself.
You stayed in the bathroom until someone knocked. "Sorry. I'll be right out."
You fluffed your hair and wiped under your eyes before opening the door.
When you opened it, Niall was standing there with a beer in his hand. "Oh hey, love. Sorry. I'd talk more but I gotta piss."
You giggled and stepped out of the bathroom. "Go ahead, Ni."
You ventured back to the party and now that is was 11 o'clock, people started to hit the dance floor.
There were a bunch of drunk people grinding on each other. Harry was dancing in between a guy and a girl. Disco ball lights were spinning above. Niall came back a few minutes later and rested his hand on your back before joining everyone on the dance floor.
You joined in on two line dances and then were exhausted, so you went to go get a cup of water.
When the song was done, Harry pulled Niall aside. "I don't think she's having a good time."
"Yeah. I've barely seen her talk to anyone all night," Niall said.
"Now I feel bad that we made her come to this. And we've been ignoring her," Harry said.
"Yeah. Me too. We'll make sure we celebrate with her at midnight."
"Yes! Definitely. I'll see if she's ok now," Harry said, putting down his drink and walking to you.
"Hey bun. Everything alright?" Harry asked.
You were at the food table, chowing down on mozzarella sticks. "Mmhmm," you said with a full mouth. "Just fine."
"Sorry. We've been neglecting ya all night."
"Oh no," you swallowed. "You're fine. It's New Year's Eve. You're supposed to party and drink and have fun. Be with your friends."
"But, ya are my friend," he said.
"H, I'm ok. Really."
"M'kay," he kissed your temple. "Meet me and Niall on the dancefloor a few minutes before midnight. We want to ring in the new year with ya, ok?"
You nodded and looked at your phone. "I have 11:23."
"Same here."
"See you then," you smiled.
"See ya, love," he winked.
Harry sauntered back over to Niall. "She's fine. She's not mad. But she's gonna meet us at midnight."
"Good. Great!" Niall said. "Can't ring in the new year without (Y/N)."
Harry nodded and clapped Niall on the back.
Niall looked back at you and winked and you smiled.
You grabbed some more punch. The same girl from earlier came up to talk to Niall and held onto his shoulder as he talked to her and sipped on a beer.
Harry went to the bathroom and then met up with the friends he has been talking to all night. You walked around the house and someone handed you beads, a hat, and a noise maker.
You thanked them and then they went around to everyone else. You watched everyone mingle and gather around the flat screen TV to watch Ryan Seacrest talk on New Years Rockin' Eve.
A few more songs played and soon enough it was 11:55. You stood at the edge of the dance floor and Harry came out of nowhere and grabbed your hand.
He led you to the middle, where Niall was standing with some friends. They introduced you and the one guy, Zayn, you think his name was, kept eyeing you. You hadn't seen him all night until now.
Niall put an arm around your waist and Harry winked at you. They were back to their old protective selves.
Everyone talked and danced a bit more until it got to two minutes til midnight. Then, everyone focused on the TV. Dua Lipa sang Auld Lang Syne and some people drunkenly sang along.
When she was done and it was at 30 seconds, the party started a countdown. You looked around at everyone partnered up, even Niall and Harry had people next to them to kiss.
You started to feel a little sad, but joined in on the countdown anyway.
"10, 9, 8...."
Everyone was turning to their partner ready for the magical new years eve kiss.
Except Harry, who shocked you when it got to 4 seconds, and turned towards you. He looked at your lips and then back at you. "Can I?"
You nodded shyly. "2, 1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Harry grabbed your face and kissed you. You thought it was going to be a peck, but he kept his mouth on you for at least 20 seconds. You chalked it up to him drinking a lot. "Happy New Year, darling."
You giggled. "Happy New Year, H!"
"Hey!" You heard Niall say. You turned around to look at him. "I was gonna kiss her."
"Be my guest," Harry said.
Niall pulled you towards him, you in shock, but kissed him back. His was a bit shorter than Harry's, but it was still a long kiss for your best friends.
When he pulled away, you giggled. "Happy New Year, Ni."
"Happy New Year, petal," he pushed some hair behind your ear.
The girl that had been attached to Niall all night stomped her foot and walked away.
"Thank God she's gone. Was trying to shake her all night," he said.
Harry laughed. And you stood there quiet. The boys had plenty of options to kiss anyone in the room. Heck, Harry was practically walking his way into a threesome. But they still decided to spend it with you. To kiss you.
You touched your lips and then looked down at the ground. You just kissed your best friends, full on the lips. They probably felt nothing because they were buzzed, but you still felt them on your lips. Still tasted them.
They decided to leave around 12:30 despite wanting to stay later earlier in the night.
You got into the car and started it. "We didn't have to leave. I was fine."
Niall shrugged. "It was getting boring anyway."
"Yeah. Plus, Dylan was already moving on to someone else, so it wouldn't have been any fun anyway," Harry said.
"Sorry guys."
They shrugged and stayed quiet.
Just before you got home, you spoke up. "Why did you guys kiss me? You both had people next to you that were more than willing to stick their tongues down your throat."
"Are ya saying ya didn't like the kiss?" Harry asked.
"No no not that. Just.... curious."
"Ya were all alone, bun. Wanted to give ya a kiss on midnight," Harry said.
"Yeah. And he beat me to it," Niall folded his arms.
"Well, 'm sorry that I didn't want our friend to be alone on New Years," Harry said.
"It was my idea to invite her over with us," Niall said through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, but I noticed she was alone."
By this point, you had pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex and they were arguing in the car.
"You were too busy grinding on people to pay attention to her!" Niall argued.
"You were too busy downing beer after beer," Harry said.
"GUYS!"
They both looked at you and shut up. "Can we talk about this inside? Please? It's freezing out here."
They agreed and you walked into your apartment and took your jacket off.
You folded your arms as Harry and Niall walked into behind you.
"Now," you sighed. "Can we stop arguing about all of this? You both got to kiss me at midnight and we had a fun time, ok?"
They nodded and stayed quiet.
"Sorry (Y/N). We didn't mean to argue. We're just protective of ya," Harry said.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "Didn't want some sleezeball kissing ya, like that Zayn who was checking you out."
"What's wrong with Zayn?" Harry asked.
"Oh don't act like you don't know," Niall said.
Harry shrugged and looked at you, winking. "He gives good head. I know that."
You cracked up and Niall rolled his eyes. You walked over to them and gave them both a kiss on their cheek. "Good night, boys. Thank you for my kisses. I love you both."
"We love ya (Y/N)," they both said.
"Happy New Year," Harry said.
"Happy new year to you too," you said. "And you too Ni."
"Happy new year, darling."
"Now, I'm going to go to bed. If you guys want to stay up and party that's fine, but this Cinderella turns back into a pumpkin now," you said, turning your bedroom doorknob.
"Goodnight, princess," Harry joked.
"Sleep well, your highness," Niall said.
"Funny. Good night. Oop!" You dropped your purse and leaned down to get it.
But before the guys turned in for the night, they saw the shape of your smooth legs, your panties under your dress, and the wet patch on your panties before you leaned up again.
"Yeah. Good, good night," Niall said, turning the doorknob to his and Harry's room, hus face red.
Harry walked to the bathroom and shut the door quickly. "Sweet dreams."
Why were they thinking of their best friend like this?
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What the wife’s reaction is what’s going to happened between them
A/n: Thanks for the prompt @itsgigikay ! Hope you enjoy! There is no smut here you guys - sorry :/ 900 words
Warning: Angst, fallout from cheating, mentions of divorce
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Shit was going down with Harry and his wife, soon to be ex. She was pissed. She was getting everything she could from him. Their divorce was going to be tumultuous, to put it lightly.
The moment she caught you two on her bed, it took you a minute to really understand what was happening. You had been fucked so good by her husband and his come was still dripping from you when you finally had the wherewithal to pull the sheet over your naked body in shame.
“What do you want me to say Gillienne? I think you just answered your own question,” Harry spoke with heightened emotion.
“So that’s it?! You’re just fucking some young thing on our bed - and what? That’s it? Simple as that?!” Gillienne was loud and her voice wobbled as her pitch increased.
Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He was still totally naked. You saw him look over his shoulder at you before turning back to his wife.
“Yes. That’s it. I’m sorry. I have been seeing Y/n for a while now and was gonna tell you tomorrow.” You’d never heard Harry sound so small like he was in that moment.
He truly hadn’t meant for his wife to find out this way. But he’d been so caught up in the moment he lost his sense and made things worse, causing Gillienne to walk in as he was finishing inside of you and you were still quivering from your orgasm.
“What’s your name?” You heard his wife speak to you, her voice edged with fury. You lifted your head to lock eyes with his wife for the first time. She was pretty. She was fit with a sharp jaw, and pretty eyes but the moment your eyes met you knew she would murder you without a second thought, all the while continuing to crush Harry under foot without breaking a sweat. You were jolted into consciousness.
“Y/n,” you spoke in a small voice that floated to the floor like a dying leaf. You internally cringed at how weak you sounded.
Harry glanced at you again when Gillienne laughed, “Sorry to interrupt your fun, Y/n. You look so upset that you’ve been disturbed while in the middle of fucking MY husband! But I’m going to need you to get the fuck out of my bed and leave my fucking house. Now!” She stomped her foot when she said now and you jumped out of the bed quickly and began picking up your scattered clothes on your way into the hallway.
It was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to you. You were completely naked and had to scoot by Gillienne past the doorway while she kept her eyes on you as you tried covering yourself with each piece of fabric you plucked from the floor.
You could hear shouting. Harry and Gillienne were in a screaming match and you were just trying to pull your panties up your legs as tears splashed from your eyes to the floor below.
By the time Harry made it to you in the living room, you’d just slid your jacket on and were pulling up your Uber app thinking you'd be leaving with him.
“Wait for me outside,” his voice was stern but you knew he was just trying to keep the peace as much as possible. You quickly exited the house and walked to the end of the yard near the street.
It was a long wait. Nearly ten minutes until Harry finally came outside with a rolling suitcase and your bag which you’d completely forgotten about in the rush.
He opened up his trunk and threw the bags in the back, “Let’s go,” he spoke and looked to you as he opened the driver side door.
You hurried toward his car and then in a total blur Harry had somehow driven you two back to your hotel.
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Now you were back in the US. Harry and you spoke every night but things were tense. Harry was going through it with Gillienne. She'd even called his supervisor and told him he'd been caught cheating. Harry didn't think he'd be suspended for something personal, not work-related, as it was a domestic issue but he was on edge about the whole thing.
He'd been staying at a cheap motel while looking for a place to rent. Everything would be going to Gillienne. Harry knew the blowout from this would be bad, but he didn't realize just how bad it would be. He'd be soon hit with maintenance payments ordered by court since he and Gillienne had been married for a long enough time and he made a higher salary than she did.
He'd even asked you to move to London with him, "I need you here with me. I'll take care of everything. I promise. I just... it'd be nice."
You knew that was what you wanted too. You told him that you wanted him for yourself and that you wanted him to leave his wife so this was partly of your own doing. He chose you over his wife. You would have to make arrangements with your job and your family and friends, but there wasn't any part of you that didn't want to be with him, even if it was messy and embarrassing.
And so you had to deal with uprooting your own life. This was what you wanted. This was what you asked of him. Now you had to deal with the ugly consequences.
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lululawrence's March 2023 Fic List
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Happy 28th! I finally finished with reading Christmas, so the last batch of those are found here as well as a fun variety of other fics that kept me well entertained this month and hope you'll enjoy them too.
As always, be sure to show your love and appreciation with kudos, nice comments, and (when applicable) reblogging their fic posts!
it always leads to you (in my hometown) by @insightfulinsomniac / InsightfulInsomniac (41k, E, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, exes to lovers, famous/non-famous, childhood friends to lovers to exes to strangers to lovers, if you want the whole rundown, though not all of it is shown in this fic lol, pining, angst and fluff, this fic was so enjoyable i devoured it and enjoyed every moment, the way they both wanted it so bad and tried so hard to get over each other, it was just so pure and good you know?, i really did enjoy it very much a lot)
A Boyfriend for Christmas by @chelsea-frew / Chelsea Frew (chelseafrew) (6k, G, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, fake relationship, fluff and humor, Louis agrees to help Gemma by pretending to be her boyfriend to keep her family off her back, but then he meets Harry and lmao the STRUGGLE to hide the gay is hilarious I loved it so much, he was trying so hard, and Harry was so conflicted, but it all turned out alright and it's just such a cute fic)
Worries, Kisses and Surprises by @neondiamond / Neondiamond (3k, G, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, established relationship, fluff, mpreg, this short little thing is so funny because Harry is trying so hard to keep it together and not let things slip, and Louis is just really pushing it and not picking up on the clues, and it's just so funny and cute, very sweet)
santa, won't you bring me the one i really need? by @alwaysxlarrie / alwaysxlarrie (6k, T, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, meet cute, Louis is a last minute sub for a mall Santa, and Harry is the last minute sub as his helper elf, so many puns, so much flirting, so many horrible children and parents lmaoooo, this fic was silly and painful and cute and fun, just like a real mall santa gig lol)
when did i first know? i always knew by @panye / eynap (8k, E, Niall/Shawn, Christmas fic, established relationship, I would summarize this fic as anxiety and fluff lolololol, punctuated by some hot smut, it's Shawn's POV and you can FEEL his anxiety as he's starting to worry that he is SO in love and Niall.... is not, but oh gosh it's so perfect really it is, so sweet)
when I'm feeling alone, you remind me of home by pinkbathrrry (14k, NR, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, co-workers, strangers to lovers, closeted in the workplace, Christmas together, listen this fic was so soft, it had a really lovely pacing to it that made it feel like it was gently lilting like a poem or a song, with these sweet little ending statements to scenes, it was just such a soft little Christmas fic)
The Hour of Us by @niallziam / sitandadmire (6k, M, Niall/Harry/Louis, Reverse Bang fic, girl direction, polyamory, established relationship, magic, witches, cottagecore, this fic was unbelievably soft and sweet, and so silly, the scene with the frog was so funny omgosh, but it's just so sweet even with the slight feeling of things going wrong you just know it's going to turn out perfectly, you know?, anyway, this was so sweet)
bitter ends turn sweet in time by @greeneyesfriedrice / me_her_themoon (24k, E, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, childhood friends to ex-friends to coworkers to lovers, miscommunication, homeless Harry, boss Louis, assistant Harry, dog walker/kind of personal assistant/bestie Zayn, this fic was so lovely, it was so interesting piecing together their background and trying to figure out what went wrong, and the PINING oh my word it was fantastic, so good, this fic was so goooood, when they finally come together and figure out what's going on with them and fixing what went wrong it just, chef's kiss, so good)
Let Your Heart Be Light by @cyantific / Cyantific (78k, E, Harry/Louis, Advent fic, Christmas fic, grieving, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, kind of, lol, pining, more grieving, and grief, and love and sadness and the holidays being incredibly difficult because, you guessed it, grief!, this fic isn't a happy go lucky one, it handles a lot of difficult subjects and these characters have a hard time with it all, i cried a lot reading it, but it is so perfectly and beautifully done, it is incredible and such a beautiful fic, the journey the characters all take together, and the camaraderie between all of the friends, it is such a great read, i loved reading it as a wip and cannot believe i forgot the last chapters posted for as along as i did lol)
Teach me how to love by perfectdagger (sincerelyste) (71k, E, Harry/Louis, Bad As Sex AU, Harry is bad at sex, like SO bad at sex lolllllll, it's kind of like, one night stand to enemies to friends with benefits to lovers, but only kind of because enemies isn't quite right and neither is friends with benefits, but it's as close as it gets i guess, anyway there's so much more to this, but it's so much vulnerability, and so much exploration and growth and just, this fic was exactly my shit okay it was so good, i don't even know how to fully explain what made it so special but it really was so good, the smut was sexy as hell and the chemistry between the two of them leapt from the page and it was just, incredible, a truly stunning fic from start to finish)
Late Night Talking by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (54k, E, Harry/Louis, Reverse Bang fic, famous/famous, Harry is essentially Jimmy Kimmel, and Louis is... himself except he'd always been a punk rocker basically?, holy COW y'all, the PINING, the angst, the longing!!!!, you know i'm a hoe for those things so it was just everything i love, this fic i just inhaled it, like so many others this month tbh, it was an absolute joy to read it, so many incredible moments, just, yes, so good lol)
Slide by @this-onegoes / thisonegoes (88k, E, Zayn/Harry, I'm trying to figure out how to summarize this fic lol because it is SO MUCH and doesn't really fit smoothly into any trope exactly, divorced Zayn, father Zayn, music producer Harry, neighbors, sexuality crisis, emotional hurt/comfort, SO much hurt/comfort, puzzles, kid fic, navigating life changes, daddy issues, angst, pain, happy ending, the best happiest ending, i just loved this fic so much, i dove right in and could not handle how incredible it was, if you read rare pairs ever you have to give this a try because it is just stunningly amazing, and the women in it are fabulous, and just wowowowowow, i have no idea how i just discovered this fic now but thank you to @louandhazaf for reccing it because it's a new fav)
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eveningepiphany · 1 year
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bestie i definitely want a part two of the mistletoe!
Mistletoe | H.S, part 2
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summary: Y/Ns flight gets canceled last minute after their morning BBC show, and without anywhere to go she calls harry— and it’s their first time alone together after the kiss they’d shared under the mistletoe.
warnings: smut, soft/bestfriend harry, oral f receiving, PIV unprotected, riding, praise kink, fluff, and dirty talk.
a/n: thank you all so much for your support on part one! I hope you enjoy this just as much, and thank you for your patience in waiting for this— hope your holiday season was filled with fun. I <3 soft harry.
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The morning show had gone great, despite the mountains of tension between you and Harry. Maybe no one else picked up on it, and you were just hyper aware of his every glance and touch.
Hell, maybe you were even reading into it. Maybe last night was just a one off thing. A spur of the moment—never to be talked about— kind of thing. It could’ve meant nothing.
You’d woken up together, his alarm blaring from his phone further down the his mattress. You’d groaned together, collectively complaining about how fucking early it was. But not once mentioned last night, or the fact you woke up together.
But you didn’t have another chance to talk about it— when he and Anne dropped you all off at the airport he hugged you last out of the boys— it was a tight hug, paired with a whispered, ‘I’ll call you when you’re home.’
So you are unsure where everything stands. And you’d been left to mull it over in the uncomfortable airport chairs that you’d already been in for far too long.
You’d been in this damn airport far too long.
You suppose now though, the whole thing with you and Harry is the currently the least of your problems.
The rest of the boys are probably home by now.
“Assholes.” You mutter, cursing them for that exact reason.
Your gate had begun to quieten down since the announcement of the delay.
The boys flights were hardly an hour after you got to the airport, yours on the other hand was about 5.
Within those 5 hours, a storm had came crashing over this part of the UK.
Now you were without accomodation for the next 16 hours, which was apparently the earliest they could reschedule.
It was already 9:30pm– so you didn’t know what to do with yourself, it’s a long time to wait around in the airport.
You knew it was gonna be hard to get a hotel room, given how many flights had been delayed this last minute.
So, you sat for a minute and contemplate it. Without many other options you opened your phone and rung the only person who you could think of. The only person you had been thinking of.
You pressed your lips together as it rung, and on the fourth ring his voice came through.
“Y/N, love?” He sounded a little raspy, tired.
“Harry, im so sorry— you weren’t asleep were you?” You say, quickly feeling apologetic.
“No, no— jus’ laying down on the couch watching friends, why? It’s like 9:30 shouldn’t you be on your flight?”
“Yea uh… I am supposed to be.” Your voice faltered a little at the end, you just wanted to go home. You were already emotionally exhausted, and this on top was proving to be a bit much.
You glance outside the airport windows trying to distract yourself— not wanting to start having a mental breakdown in the middle of the airport and draw unwanted attention your way. It had got dark hours ago but it was clearly bucketing down rain.
“What happened?” He asked, immediately sounding concerned at your wavering voice.
“Is it not raining at your place? It torrential here, my flight got delayed.” You laugh a little, without humour.
“No it’s not— how far back was it pushed?”
“16 hours, not till 1pm tomorrow.” You sigh.
“Holy shit…” He audibly gasps through the speaker.
“I hate to be asking, but is it ok if I catch a taxi or an Uber back yours? I don’t think I’m gonna find anywhere to st—“
“Y/N, you are not catching a taxi or an Uber, I’m coming to get you.” He states, and you hear him shuffling in the background. Keys getting pulled from a drawer.
“You don’t have to come get me, I’m fine to get there—“
He cuts you off again, “Nope, I’m getting in the car now, I’ll be there in about an hour.”
“Harry, I swear I’ll be ok!” You feel terrible, knowing he is probably just as tired as you are.
“See y’soon, stay warm. Buy somethin’ to eat and drink while you wait, love. Call you when I get there.” You hear the engine start, you don’t even have time to protest anymore because he hangs up on you.
You groan aloud, frustration mixed with gratitude coursing through you.
Standing from the chair you’d been sitting in, you stretch. Sunglasses and beanie pulled over your face to try and prevent people from recognising you.
Even though you felt guilty he was driving all this way to get you, you were also relieved. trying to get an Uber somewhere, especially with your status is anxiety inducing to say the least.
You just hoped he drove safe in this weather.
You decide to go and buy food, sourcing a place that served your favourites.
The hour dragged on after you’d ate, and you felt drowsy. You were sitting at one of the tables closer to the exit, charging your phone when it rung.
When you answered, Harry of course was on the other side of the line.
“Hey sweet, sorry for the wait. I’m out the front.” You smile with relief, glad he was here safe.
“Thank you so much, H. I’m coming out now—“
“I parked in the 5 minute ones, you’ll see my car.”
You quickly chuck your charger into your bag, grabbing your suitcase and head straight for the sliding doors.
A blast of freezing wind hits you as you walk out, and you feel it to your bones.
True to his word, you spot Harry’s car a few metres away, and you were grateful he got such a close park.
He gets out the moment he sees you, popping the trunk.
“Are you ok?” He asks the second you’re close enough to hear him over the wind and rain, grabbing your face between his warm hands.
“Mmhm— just emotionally burnt out. Thank you for coming to get me.” You smile, his concern endearing.
He nods, relief thrumming through him. He picks up your suitcase, placing it into his trunk.
You both hurry into his car, trying to get out of the cold.
It’s perfectly warm in there, and you strap into the passenger side.
“You didn’t have to come all this way. I appreciate it though.” You whisper.
“Yes I did. I know you’re safe, and that we’ll get home together in one piece. That is worth endlessly more than an hour drive.”
You feel his words seep into the centre of your chest, warm and soft. You reach your hand over to grab his, squeezing it.
You don’t move it and he starts to drive, and you both talk about random stuff as you usually do together. It half lulls you to sleep, your head leaning against the window.
This hour went much faster, the highway was quiet and his home town even quieter.
You pull into his childhood home, and he turns the engine off.
You force your head up, shaking your limbs out. “I’m awake.”
He laughs at you trying to convince yourself. You slide out the car door, legs feeling a little numb as they try to hold you up.
He grabs your suitcase out for you, wheeling it to the access door and unlocking it.
The lamps are dimly lit, and the TV not properly turned off— it was clear he had left in a moments notice.
“Thank you.” You say, for what had to be the 12th time.
“Stop thanking me, Y/N.” He chuckles.
It was nearly midnight now, and he walked over to flick everything off.
“Is Anne asleep?”
“Yea, mum went to bed pretty early— was too early a start for her this morning. Or yesterday, seeing it’s nearly midnight.”
“I’m feeling her, I could’ve fell asleep at the damn airport.”
You trudge towards the stairs, carrying up your suitcase.
He quickly follows you up once everything downstairs is off.
You stop at the top, placing your bag down with a quiet thump and a pant— it was physical workout, considering how much your bag weighed. It baffles you how Harry carries it like it weighs nothing.
Your eyes flit over to the window without even thinking, straight to where you’d shared that kiss. The one you’d been replaying in your head since it happened.
Your first, and very perfect kiss together.
He’s standing behind you quietly, clocking where your eyes are looking. And he’s reliving the exact same memory as you.
He draws in a breath, trying to stabilise his emotions— his fingertips burning with the pure need to touch you.
You swallow at the thought of stumbling into his room last night, realising you just assumed you were staying in there tonight as well.
“Forget where you’re going, sweet?” He runs his hand down your back.
The touch leaves goosebumps in its wake.
“No… just- distracted.” You mumble, allowing him to slip past you and lead you into his room.
It smells just like him as you walk in, and it will never fail to overwhelm you. How perfect his scent is.
“Mmm, I bet.” He says ambiguously.
“What is that supposed to mean.” It slips out of your mouth shyer than you intended.
He turns, locking eyes with you, “I think you know exactly what I mean by that.”
“I don’t.” You say, defiantly.
He moves carefully closer, “you don’t?”
It’s a challenge when it comes from his mouth, you can only shake your head.
He kisses the pulse point on your neck, just how he had under the mistletoe— except this time he takes the skin between his lips, giving it a harsh suck.
“Remind you at all?” He pulls away an inch, and the blood has rushed into your cheeks— so much so they felt like they were on fire.
You don’t say anything. You don’t know how. Your lips move, but nothing comes out.
“How about this…” he trails up to your parted lips, ghosting over them.
You were awake now. Your whole body pulsing with the thoughts of where his hands— and lips— could touch.
“Harry…” you whined, and the noise was enough to have him seeing stars.
He slid his hands down to the small of your back, tugging you as close as possible.
“I swear, you are unreal, Y/N.” He sighs into your cheek.
You push your lips back into his, and he parts them for you straight away.
You slip your tongue into his mouth, savouring the feeling of it. Allowing yourself to map it out with gradual strokes.
He’s panting already, and he pushes you back, both of you stumbling into the middle of his bed.
He ends up taking the lead again, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth— knowing the kind of reaction it spiked in you last time.
You moan into his mouth, and glide your hand into his soft hair, pulling at the roots.
His have found their way up your shirt, cupping your breasts through the bra you’re wearing.
“If you want to stop—“ he says, breathlessly, “now is the time, because I don’t know if I can do this again.”
The room around you falls quiet and you cautiously look to meet his gaze.
“What do you mean?” You ask— little to no clue what he’s implying, a little panic rising in your chest.
He stares at you, serious, hands roaming down to your lower back.
“Kiss you like this, have you moaning like this— and not have you come because of me atleast twice.”
“Leaving you to fall asleep next to me— wet enough I could feel it through your sleep shorts, and not have anything done about it— is something I am not having happen again.” His words made you shiver, and his admission last night to how bad he wanted to make you finish on his face was ringing in your ears.
“What about Anne?”
“To hell with it.” He huffs, peeling his tshirt over his head, “She’ll be dead to the world at this hour— just try to keep quiet.”
“If this is what you want to do, anyway?” He clarifies, “And if y’wanna stop at anytime y’know y’can.”
“God, Harry you don’t understand how bad I want to feel you.” You affirm, pulling your own sweatshirt off, “I promise I’ll be quiet.”
“Thank you, darling. As much as I’d love to hear your pretty moans…” his sentence trails off, kissing the top of your breasts as he lays you down.
“Want your mouth on me.” You plead, the thought of it being enough to have you clenching around nothing.
“I’m sure you do, ‘specially after I put it in your head last night. Have you been thinking about it all day, hmm?” He teases, shifting down your body.
“Yea— yea I have.” You confess with a whine.
He raises his brows, trailing wet kisses down your stomach.
“What about before? You ever got off to the thought of my tongue in your pussy?” He smirks, knowing he’s venturing into uncharted territory— admissions of want, prior to your first kiss.
“Your ego would love to hear a yes wouldn’t it.” You tease a little, even though it would be a lie to say you haven’t conjured up small fantasies of him late at night. Ones where he’s got more than just his head between your legs.
“Oh, it would. But I think I already know the answer, going off how hot and bothered I’m making you.”
Which is true, you’re squirming beneath him, unconsciously arching up your lower half trying to get any kind of friction.
“Can I take these off?” He asks with warm hands tucked into your waistband, waiting for your curt nod before he shucks your pants down, your panties half going with it.
The energy shifts, his hands coming to a halt.
Like the realisation of what he’s doing and who he’s touching like this has come crashing down, just from seeing your lower half laid bare for him.
Harry is your best friend, your bandmate. Someone who you never thought would actually have their hands on you like this.
“Fuck. Look at you.” The sight of you looking up at him like that, all doe-eyed and shy had his cock aching.
His hands slip back into motion, but this time with less urgency.
He pulls both your pants and underwear off your legs, tossing them somewhere on his floor.
He pushes a finger through your slit, “This why you’re so wet? Been waiting for me to get my mouth on you for longer than you admitted.”
“Please, Harry.”
You push your hips into his touch, groaning into the sheets of his bed as he draws slow circles on your clit.
He leans to press a kiss into the crease of your thigh, so close to where you want him most.
Licking a stripe along the same spot, you begin to plead, “Please just touch me. Need it…”
“My poor girl is so needy. Cant even wait a second for me to get my tongue on her.” He coos, but gives in either way, letting his tongue push through your wet slit.
You’re trying so hard to hold back the moans as he flicks and sucks your clit, but fuck is this the best oral you’ve ever had.
Most guys you’ve been with rush through it, wanting to get it over with because it does nothing to please them. But Harry is clearly a giver, and gets a lot out of pleasing someone like this.
“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna make me come so fast.” You cry, an arm getting thrown over your face as you arch into every movement he makes.
He smiles into you, moving his mouth to your entrance, pushing his tongue in a bit before dragging back up to you clit— his nose bumping it in just the right spot.
Another moan comes out of you, unbridled as your cunt flutters in sync with the licks he’s placing against you.
He swaps between your clit and entrance, making sure both are getting the attention they deserve. Fast firm strokes along you— paired with kisses and sucks — are having you come undone faster than you’d expected.
“Shhh, baby, been doing so well f’me, can feel how close you are.” He pushes a finger into you, and you have to bite down on your lip to try and keep yourself quiet.
Pushing in another finger, he grunts, “God, you’re tight.”
“Been awhile…” you spoke, voice wavering— it sounding distant in your own head.
He hummed into you, the vibration of it pulsing through the whole of your body.
Curse words were flying out your lips, which you were trying so hard to keep shut. But every lap of his tongue against you had your resolve to keep quiet slipping through your grasp.
“I’m going to come, H. Hard.” You moaned— it was tearing out of you loudly, and you tired to muffle it with the crook of your arm.
“You can come, darling, ‘round my fingers and mouth like a good girl.”
His permission and praise was all you needed to tip over the edge, your cunt spasming around his fingers that were still pumping in and out of you.
He licked through your slick until you couldn’t breathe, your legs closing around his head trying to get him off your sensitive nerves.
Your breath was laboured as he pulled back, placing a final kiss on your stomach before making his way back up your body.
“Thank you…” you tiredly said, laying with your eyes half-lidded on his bed. And although you felt like you could fall asleep, there was no way you could not let him fuck you properly after that.
You pushed yourself up, and moved onto his lap.
He watched you carefully, a question in his eyes.
That was answered as you ground your hips carefully into his, the fabric of his sweatpants sending a zip up your spine.
“We don’t have to, sweet. Not if your tired.” His hand fell to your hip.
But when his mouth is still glistening with your arousal and cock is so hard underneath you, how could you not?
“I know, Harry. I really want to though.” You sigh into his neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you rubbed yourself along his fabric-covered boner.
All of the little noises coming from the back of his throat were sounded into your ear, and knowing how good this must be making him feel charged you to keep going.
“That’s right. Rub yourself through it Y/N. Over my cock, dripping all onto my pants.” His tone was deep, dipped in honey as he spoke to you.
You moaned as he snapped his hips upwards to meet the movement of your own.
“I’m clean and on the pill.” You say into his ear, shuddering. You have never wanted anything more.
He pauses, realisation at what your insinuating.
“Are you a hundered percent sure? Because I trust that you’re clean. And so am I.”
You start moving your hips again, “a thousand percent.”
“Can just imagine how easy m’gonna slip into you.” He traces patterns along the base of your spine.
“Just want to make you feel good, H.” You kiss the warm skin of his neck, taking it into your lips and biting it gently.
“Fuck, well y’already doing a good job of that.”
Your hand travels to his waistband, and he allows you to pull him out of his boxers.
He’s thick in your hand, heavy just as you’d imagined. But it’s so much better than you’d thought. He’s warm and smooth, head of him as pink as his lips.
You stroke along it, thumb brushing over his tip, dragging the pre-come that had leaked out down his shaft, indulging in his grunts that are sounding in your ear.
You shift up on your knees— unable to wait any longer, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds with a mutual gasp.
You rub a few circles on your clit with it, until your knees feel like they’re going to buckle. Which no better a time to line him up with your entrance.
“God— are you going to ride me?” He moans, holding you still with his hands for a moment.
“Is that ok?”
“That is so fucking hot.” He states, eyes pinching closed.
You sink yourself into him, feeling the stretch of your cunt as it tries to accomodate his large size.
You scrape your nails down his back as you get to the base of him, moaning in sync with one another.
“Oh my god.” His stomach muscles are clenching, “don’t move.”
The walls of his room seem to be spinning around him, and he inhales a deep breath in attempt to ground himself.
His hands rest on the peak of your hips, as he shudders out the same breath he just took in, “Sorry— you’re just so fuckin’ warm and tight.”
“You’re huge.” You whimper in response.
“Taking it so well. Knew you would, knew you’d be so snug around my cock. Always wanted to have you moan like this for me.” The words spill like a lust-drunk confession from his mouth.
You can’t even find anything to say back, just a passionate kiss over his lips.
“Can move now.” He says into your mouth.
Your hips gradually begin to move, starting with slow and precise rolls that have you both panting against each other.
His cock twitched inside you as you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on him— your fingers finding their way down to your clit.
All you could feel was the hot burning pleasure in the pit of your stomach, and so much was coming from your mouth but you couldn’t even tell what it was. Just a mixture of swearing, moans and his name.
“Shh, sweet girl— fuck— know it feels so good but you have to stay quiet.” He cups your jaw, sealing your lips with another kiss.
The heat radiating off both of your bodies was searing, paired with the fiery pleasure in your stomachs, it could fight off even the coldest of December days.
His other hand replaced your own, and worked your clit better than you ever could. His long fingers swirling your bud in fast circles that matched your every bounce.
His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, desperately trying to hush his own groans. It was a sight to see him, his flushed face and messy brown curls— how he was trying just as hard to hold back.
“You’re so warm. Riding me so well.” He praises you with a grunt, stroking your clit with more pressure. You couldn’t even manage to respond, your thoughts were beyond muddled, and they only got worse as he increased the speed of his fingers.
The feeling of his cock sliding through your walls had your jaw fall completely lax, your hot breath fanning across his damp skin.
His only free hand travelled to your breast, kneading the warm flesh there, tweaking your nipple with gentle fingers.
“Oh god, oh god— Harry!” Every touch was clashing together into one euphoric feeling, your whole body shaking.
Your muscles were clenched taut, like a rubber band getting pulled tighter and tighter— and you were about to snap.
“Fuck, come around my cock— wanna feel it.”
His hips are bucking up to meet your bounces, he’s hitting every spot inside you.
“Harry— I’m going to— I’m gonna come.” You cried into his shoulder.
Praise is pouring from his mouth, and all it takes is a final flick of your clit too have you knocked of all your air.
Your jaw drops, teeth hitting Harry’s sharp collarbone, mantras of his name coming breathlessly from your mouth.
“God you’re perfect— squeezing so perfectly around me.” He moans, still playing with your clit.
“Please come, baby. Want you to fill me up.” You plead— tugging the roots of his hair, trying to keep up the pace of your bounces despite the blinding pleasure.
“Fuckk.” He comes within seconds of hearing you beg for it, his hips stuttering to meet your thrusts— his abdomen flexing under your fingers.
You ride him to the point your eyes are tearing up with the overstimulation, ensuring you get every drop of warm come you can from him.
Eventually you come to a halt at the base of him, now that both your orgasms have dulled out and he’s softening inside you.
You kiss his temple, hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders.
“You were so good for me, love.” He whispers.
You slip out of him, missing how he filled you up immediately. He rolled you both over before you could think about it too much, and your legs wrapping around his middle.
You looked down at the moth tattoo situated between your legs, and boldly you state, “I’d ride this too if I wasn’t so tired.”
His brows shoot up as you say that, your fingers beginning to outline the tattoo gingerly.
“You’re gonna give me another boner if you keep this up.” His voice falling a tone deeper.
A laugh sounds from you, and you cuddle up into his chest, “Sorry, but not really.” You say.
He plays with your hair, “Asshole.”
Your falling into a drowsy state, “Are you plaiting my hair?”
He hums a yes, “d’ya have a hair tie for it?”
“On my wrist.” You huff out a laugh, and you pull your hand from around his neck so he can pull it off.
He ties it, and kisses your forehead.
“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, seeing your shut eyes.
“Goodnight Harry.” You whisper back, pausing for a few seconds— then daring to say what’s been lingering on the tip of your tongue all night.
“I love you.” It’s a hush confession, one your too tied to care if you’re gonna regret it.
He looks down at you, through his own half-lidded eyes, “fuck, I love you too. So much.”
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sitp-recs · 1 year
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hiii i just breezed through that slutty drarry reclist wheww you’re doing god’s work what a wonderful list!!!! i see you’re getting a lot of asks lately so feel free to answer this (or not!!) whenever you feel like it, but i was wondering if you knew of any fics where harry gives up his slutty lifestyle for draco, sort of like “harry potter gives a shit” by talithan. i would prefer if it was harry but the vice versa is also fine! we’re so lucky to have you in this fandom and i feel grateful every time i see your posts on my dash, thank you so much for everything!!! <3
Hello my friend! Love that for us, I’ve had lots of fun putting that slutty reclist together and am always happy to find taste twins when it comes to smut 😏 personally I’ve been more into open relationships lately but you might enjoy these fics where either Harry or Draco have casual sex before getting together:
Harry:
Amber by @slytherco (E, 4.7k)
Despite his numerous flings, Harry's thoughts keep circling back to Draco, only half-aware of his perpetual draw where they're not strangers, not-quite friends, but definitely something. When they both get played by the same person, Harry and Draco find a way to get back at him, and maybe get something extra out of it as a result.
100 Beats per Minute by @oknowkiss (E, 14k)
When Draco left the Magical World behind at nineteen, he didn't expect the cusp of thirty would find him comfortable and secure, with a stable life and a successful career as a sex columnist.
Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)
In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.
Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)
It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.
Terrible People by wolfpants (E, 53k)
What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right? Featuring a holiday-long game of Truth or Dare, a very ill-judged FWB proposition, decades-long pining, lots of gin, and a small pair of green swimming trunks.
A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)
Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.
Draco:
Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)
It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.
Death Dreams by @writcraft (E, 9.5k)
Draco likes to keep things casual, or at least he did before Harry Potter barged back into his life.
Keep your hands on me by @tenthousandyearsx (E, 21k)
Malfoy binds himself with a sex curse. Harry cannot get enough (but would much prefer to keep Malfoy for himself).
The Things We Need by @Kbrick (E, 25k) - established Drarry, polyamory
Three hundred and fifty-three days out of the year, Harry is in a monogamous, fufilling relationship with Draco Malfoy. Then there are the other twelve days.
I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (E, 28k)
Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.
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OWL GIFTS for @vaysh11
Who? Who? It’s Vaysh (An Owl Post Anthology) Summary: A handbound anthology of the following works by Vaysh, all of which were created for Owl Post of years past: - How to Insulate Yourself Against Shocks - How Harry Potter Became a Happy Man - By the Fireside - Night Shift at St Mungo’s - A Gothic Christmas Patented Daydream Charm - Seven Times Seven - Wake the Dragon (Eat the Carrot) - The Best Hot Chocolate - Preludes to a Wank of Magnificent Proportions - Watching Films with Harry and Draco – Captain America - This Winter’s Night - Secret Scrap Santa at Number 12 Grimmauld Place - Four Letters and a Dance - A History of Quiet Snowy Walks - What to Tell Your Ghosts Medium: Handbound book, 183 pages (Folio, letter) Rating: Not Rated (stories inside range from G to E) Contains: No warnings apply. Notes: I was so excited to be able to do another Owl Post anthology this year (and who better than for vaysh, who has brought so much joy to participants throughout the years!). I had an absolute blast making this — cheers!
[Podfic] A Gothic Christmas Patented Daydream Charm Link to Fic:A Gothic Christmas Patented Daydream Charm by vaysh Summary: Ragnagord, the evil reindeer overlord, is in rut. Santa looks delicious in his skimpy little black dress. Podfic Length: 17:21 minutes Podfic Cover:smirkingcat Rating: Explicit Contains: (Highlight to view) *Beastiality* Notes: i had way too much fun recording this... i am not so sure it shows, but i hope you enjoy it too! thanks for all you do, and merry christmas and a happy new year.
[Podfic] Ganz die Alten Link to Fic:Ganz die Alten, written by enchanted_jae, translated into German by vaysh Summary: Harry und Draco freuen sich auf den Weihnachtsbesuch ihrer Kinder und Enkelkinder. Podfic Length: 13:50 minutes Podifc Cover:smirkingcat Rating: Teen and Up Notes: i talk to much in my notes, but i really want to thank you guys, the amazing mods, for all that you do <3 this fest just makes my year every year, and i enjoy the chance to be a part of it.
Owl 3 Summary: Fools Rush In | Poppy Flowers Word Count: 1,161 Rating: mature Contains: Dark Themes, Implied MCD, Implied torture Notes: For vaysh!
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lizthewriter · 2 months
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💖  for harry potter universe please? if you have the time? (also i adore your writing!)
my name is emma, i’m bi and i’m an extrovert (entp according to myers briggs). my hobbies are reading, playing soccer and writing poetry. i’m also a very bad artist and enjoy pottery for fun (and not for the end result which is always a mess lol). another hobby of mine, if it counts as a hobby, is debating with people about almost anything. i just love a good debate and love going back and forth on a topic for hours.
in my friendships i am down for anything and will do anything for my friends. even though i’m typically the one getting us into trouble because i truly will try anything once and tend to act without thinking it through fully. i’m also just a huge talker and can talk my way into and out of anything. but if a friend needs me i will drop everything to be there for them. i missed a final exam once to fly to see one of my friends when her boyfriend dumped her. and i would do it again lol. much to the chagrin of my parents.
other details…. my style is fairly feminine with lots of skirts and silk dresses and ballet flats. my dream city to live in is marseille and my dream profession is to be a writer and somehow make money with poetry and novels. i’m studying philosophy and french at school. i barely sleep because i wake up every morning at 6 and can’t fall asleep until late in the night. i love cooking new recipes and baking for friends.
my love language to others is giving them gifts. my love language to receive is quality time. i can be pretty guarded romantically and use humor as a coping mechanism and it can take a long time to actually know me. i’m slow to trust and i’ve never had a long relationship bc i always end up breaking up with them around the three month mark. i just get kind of scared of commitment and love. (even though i do want those things.)
also according to all the tests and quizzes i am either a slytherin or a ravenclaw. i can never decide which fits best. though i do have intense ambition and tend to be an all or nothing type of person. like while i do get great grades and have never failed a class, i am so bad at actually studying and i tend to procrastinate until the last minute and still get an a. so i’m not quite studious but i am smart. and a little conceited sometimes which definitely doesn’t ever help me.
i hope this is enough? or not too much? i tend to be too much so sorry if this is.
hey emma! gosh, i . . . . the way i read this and immediately thought to myself, wow this girl is so much like me 💀 especially with the apologizing for being too much at the end 😭😭 before i start, unprecedented rant: please don't ever apologize for being too much. one, you gave me the perfect amount of detail about you, absolutely what i was looking for! two, never let anyone make you feel bad for "being too much" or "talking too much," there is no such thing, only people who are boring and have no personality don't like talkers 🙄 you seem like a really nice person <33 DON'T LET THE HATERS GET YOU DOWN!!
anyways, moving on 🙃 honestly, i can see you with either theodore nott or pansy parkinson, but mostly theo. in any case, you're definitely in a enemies-to-lovers or friends-to-lovers scenario.
with theo, you guys start out as great friends who tend to have a lot of witty banter amongst each other. most likely you met through some sort of study group or through mutual friends and began to bond that way. theo would for sure be the first to fall for you - he loves a girl who can rebuttal his arguments and debate with him without just giving up when they don't win the argument. he appreciates your wit and ambition, as well as your soft side. he probably first fell in love with you when you dropped everything to be there for him on a bad day, and subsequently, he later admired his feelings for you in a similar situation.
theo's not good with his emotions in any way, shape, or form - so he never admits when he's feeling down. procrastinating your upcoming exam, you decide to go hang out with theo in his dorm. but you find the dorm empty at first, with no one in sight. you call our for theo's name, and search all around the dorm before turning towards the bathroom. the door was closed, but it was obviously occupied because of the shadow and light coming out of it. you knocked on the door. "theo, are you in there?" you hear a small "no" in response, followed by a sniffle. "i can't come in cause i don't know if you're... indecent or whatever. please, let me in?" there's a silence after that, one that concerns you a worrying amount, but soon you hear him and get off the floor and open the door. you expect him to let you in, but as soon as your in his sights, he throws his arms around your neck. he's an abysmal mess, his hair tusseled (more than usual), his eyes red and puffy. you can feel the shoulder of your shirt become stained with your tears. at first, it's the shock that causes you to sit in there before wrapping your arms around him and rubbing his shoulders comfortingly. "what's wrong?" at his silence, you tell him to take his time and lead him over to the bed, sitting him down and hugging his side. you sit there for a long time before he explains to you that today was the day his mother died. you never knew he didn't have a mother, let alone that she was dead. "god i'm so sorry, really theo . . . i didn't know." so the two of you sit there for a good long while, his face buried in the crook of your neck while you rub his shoulders, not caring for the burning pain growing in your fingers. theo needs you right now. and in the end, after who knows how long, he sits up and looks at you. his expression is so odd, you don't know what to think - it honestly makes you nervous trying to understand what he's thinking about. he abruptly blurts out, "will you go out with me." it was more a statement then anything and so unexpected you started to laugh. there he was, his face red and hair messy, staring at you completely serious, awaiting your response . . . "all right."
(i hoped you liked this, i'm sorry if it was terrible 😭😭)
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Hi! Let me start by saying that I am a follower of your blog because I enjoy your take on things. Not because I hate follow you like some people seem to do. With that said, I’m very excited you get to meet Louis on Sunday! How fun for you! But I have an honest question. Not one to argue with you or even question you. But something I’ve wrestled with myself. Since you know all of the lies we’ve been fed about F being his son, and you see the gaslighting that goes on regularly from Louis to his fans. Most recently, the infamous chicken parm tweet, how do you separate that as a fan of his? How do you get so excited to meet him without wanting to look him in the face and say please stop lying. Maybe it’s just me. I’m just having a hard time with him continuing to lie to us and scold us and then out of the other side of his mouth he says he has the most freedom he’s ever had. That just tells me he choosing to lie and use F for his gain. His gain means money and fans. I don’t know… again, not trying to judge you. Just trying to understand and figure out where my brain is. I hope you have a wonderful time at the show!
Hey anon! Thank you for the kind words. It’s perfectly normal to feel this way, and a lot of us have these moments as well! So don’t stress x
I think what’s important here overall is to remember that record labels, managers, everyone involved in Louis’ team make money from Louis’ fame and publicity too. It’s certainly not just louis, and a huuuuuge chunk of it goes towards them, particularly if he’s signed to a Global Deal which I imagine he would be. Remember how in one direction they were worked to the absolute bone? Barely having a break, nonstop touring, recording every second they could (a good example is that one scene from This Is Us where zayn was asleep for 10 minutes before he was woken up to record more vocals) and they were just kids. They signed a contract without a personal lawyer due to X Factor rules, were taken advantage of, and used as a money making machine for S*co and his bunch of monkeys. But I’m sure you’re already very aware of this, so let’s fast forward to 13 years down the track with this in mind…
Louis was roped into a wild stunt contract, also known as bbg, with a half assed promise of more freedom for him, a potential end result of him and harry coming out, and probably a bunch of other promises and opportunities thrown his way if he signed off on it. He received solo PR while still being in a band, meaning he had a bit of a safety blanket if the band broke up and wouldn’t immediately disappear from the public eye (like Liam did). And you know what? BBG was probably meant to go for a much shorter time than it has. I imagine the proposed stunt, and the alterations it’s had over the years, look pretty bloody different. But without going into too much detail on that stunt specifically, Louis is incredibly smart in the way he communicates with us. He does juuuuust enough to meet his contractual obligations. He knows what he can get away with. He knows his fandom is majority larries. He knows what we talk about and what we say.
The consequences if he didn’t sign this contract? Probably pretty dire, if I’m honest. When you have one of the biggest labels in the world (the other two are WME & Universal) throwing you a bone, it’s pretty hard to turn it down. These 3 labels (also known as The Big 3 in the industry) have a monopoly over the music industry and can make or break someone pretty damn quick. So I imagine he would’ve signed to cover his own ass and not lose his whole career, because he’s been manipulated into that. The music industry can be evil and brutal and it’s all about money. All about PR.
Particularly in this day and age where we are oversaturated with celebrities, media, etc., it’s hard to stand out from the crowd. The Big 3 are good at what they do, and that’s why they are The Big 3. They know how to do PR, they know how to write contracts and get artists to sign off on them, they know how to dangle carrots and make deals that benefit themselves greatly (oftentimes more than the artist). So being in louis’ position, it was more like he was coerced into it, if that makes sense?
Sorry, im tired from work and rambling now, but have you heard the phrase “separate the art from the artist”? It’s an interesting take that some people agree with, so they can enjoy that artist’s music while ignoring their faults/bad choices/problematic behaviour, because the music is what’s important. I don’t necessarily agree with that take, and I’m not gonna go down a rabbit hole on it, but I do think some fans do this with louis. And that helps them still enjoy the music, without getting involved in bbg or any other stunts, ya know? It helps to just think about the cutie happy wholesome louis that we know and love, and not his PR image. And that is absolutely fair enough, I just can’t do that because I know too much and I’ve been here for too long and I WILL see this through hahahah.
Okay now to actually answer your question, about me personally, of course I would want to tell him to leave his contract and get a better deal and come out with Harry and trust that his fans will still love him and he’ll still have a career, but that’s not possible. It’s not possible because I’d get throat punched by security, but it’s also not possible because that’s not realistic. He knows what we all say, and what we think of larry. He understands our frustration and can literally see it online every day. His hands are tied, until they’re not. And we can’t do anything about that. So it’s just about appreciating him and his music because we can’t control anything else.
So, just remember that he’s beautiful and sweet and caring, watch some old one direction videos/larry deep dives, and take a breath because we know him, and he’s not this asshole that his image has radically become.
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