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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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FIVE WEEKS.

summary: Tom Holland hates you and you don't know why. Yet, you've had a crush on him for almost all your life despite the known fact. When Tom needs a place to stay because of filming... Tom changes... and so does your relationship.

pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (extended warnings under cut), pretty angsty, fluff, tom being an a-hole, some corny moments and not proofread either.

word count: 15.2k (A LONG ONE, i literally could not stop myself idk what happened.)

extended smut warnings: p in v (protected), fingering, oral (fem), that's pr much it, very vanilla tbh but it was their first time so nothing too flashy.

PROLOUGE – "FIVE WEEKS."

You and Tom had been through a lot to get to the point you were at today. Sometimes thinking about it makes you burst out crying when he’s away because you miss him so much that your heart aches for him... and if he doesn’t answer your texts, you’re miserable. It’s like there’s a part of your heart that’s missing.... you simply can’t live without Tom.

But it wasn’t always that way.

Not at all.

There was a time where you preferred to live without Tom. You understand why he had acted that way, because he had told you... but now it’s strange to think about the before. The before of your relationship. The before of him loving you – because truth be told, you always loved him. From the youngest age you ever could.

You inhaled a deep breath as you sat at the dinner table with the Hollands – family friends. Your parents got along swimmingly. You were closer to Harry and Sam, always hanging out with them as kids – the three of you were like glue, stuck side by side. Paddy was a kind boy, but the two of you didn’t have too much to talk about because of the age difference, though, the two of you did bond over video games, always making an effort to play the new ones when they came out. Whether it be over the console or in person. Your job as a history teacher allowed you to have a flexible schedule.

Albeit you and Tom were the closest in age, with you being a year younger than him. The two of you were supposed to get along. That’s all your parents wanted. But for some strange reason, you could never really crack him, like you had the others.

You were a single child and Dom, and Nikki were like your second parents. You lived next door, so there wasn’t a time where you didn’t see the Hollands. Not a day in your life hadn’t gone by where you didn’t sit next to Tom on the bus, despite, him telling you to leave him alone. You weren’t friends and you were so sure that you never would be.

You wanted to be his friend. But thirteen-year-old you didn’t understand the concept of hating someone like Tom hated you. It made you doubt yourself. Constantly thinking you were in the wrong, apologising after every other sentence because you were always afraid of offending someone.

You met Tom’s eyes from across the table, wanting to say something, but knowing he’d just shoot you down anyway. You were both adults now, it was silly that he couldn’t put this hatred aside. You didn’t even know why he hated you. He just did. It was always like you were a thorn in his side.

“So, how’s work...?” You question him – he’d just started filming No Way Home.

Your students always went crazy when you told them you knew Tom. Working in a high school down in London, teaching teenagers, you always heard people go crazy over these things - going to the premieres because you were supposed to be close with the actor was cool. You enjoyed the movies – just sucks you’re only invited as a curtsey and not because he wants you there.

It was crazy that you had Zendaya’s phone number in your phone – she actually likes you, yet Tom puts up that same front when he’s around his friends. You like to pretend it’s real, even though you know it’s not. Even though it’s far from it.

He shakes his head, “What’s it to you?” He shrugs, his tone sharp – it makes you jump a little, but you just look back down at your food.

You sigh, “Nothing, just- just trying to make conversation.” You fight through your sadness, flashing him a small smile. The pang in your heart was like a knife.

Like every single time he had ever shut down a conversation with you, it was like a knife to the fucking heart.

You had feelings for Tom. It was fucked up because he was always mean to you. But you loved Tom before you even knew what the word really meant. You had other boyfriends and they all loved you... but it wasn’t the same. You knew Tom would never love you back, and you tried to move on, but it was no use. No matter how many mean things he could say to you, you’d always look past it... because it’s him.

He hadn’t always been meaning, it mostly started when you got into High-School. You were thirteen and he was fourteen. You had no other friends, so you’d follow Tom around. He’d always push you away, though. It sucked, because even if you, Sam, and Harry were all close, they weren’t old enough to be in the same grade as you, so... you were all alone.

You weren’t popular in school, not like Tom was. Yet, everyone knew who you were by association. Some of the girls at school were jealous of you, and some of them made fun of you. But you just ignored it – you didn’t have very many friends in high school. University, was, however, a turning point. You met your best friend Angel who worked in the same faculty as you. You’d been teaching for four years, and you loved it so much more than you could ever have imagined.

You stand from the table, your plate banging, creating a loud noise, everyone’s attention turned to you, “Sorry... ‘M gonna go grab another drink.” You say softly, turning to the kitchen. You stepped inside, making your way to the fridge where you put your glass to the water and ice dispenser.

Taking a sip of the water, you placed your elbows on the counter, “Get it together, y/n.”

“You alright, darling?” You heard the familiar voice, as you turned to face Nikki with a soft smile.

“Perfect.” You say with reassurance, but it doesn’t really cut through the sadness of your tone.

She pouts, “What’s wrong? Is it Tom?”

You nod, tears brimming your eyes, “It’s so stupid, I’m twenty-four years old, you think I’d get a grip, right?” A dry chuckle escapes you without another thought, “I know not everyone can like me... but I’ve known him for all my life.”

She places a hand on your arm, “I’m sorry... I wish I could change it. Change him. I don’t know why he acts so cruel towards you. He’s not a hateful person.”

You nod, “That’s what sucks the most... I know he’s not. He’s kind, he’s charming, he’s sweet. He helps people and he doesn’t need an ulterior motive. He’s someone to look up to, but I’m the exception.”

She pulls you into a hug, “I’m sorry, hun.”

You shake your head against her hold, “Don’t be... It’s not your fault.”

You’re sitting in your room after your chat with Nikki, thinking about your talk with her. It’s painful. You’re laying back flat on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. ‘I’m old enough to deal with this’. Is all you can think to yourself, it’s all you can muster the courage to believe. That this is all your fault, and you were the burden in Tom’s life. You must’ve done something to make him hate you and you can’t think about what it is... honestly, it makes you miserable.

His hair looks soft, and his arms look warm, but his heart is cold toward you... and yet, you still want to find yourself twirling around those strands of brown curls or cuddled up in his arms. Your attraction to him was what would kill you.

You always thought you and Tom would be endgame. When you were sixteen, you thought Tom hating you would just be a phase. You tried to congratulate him on him being Spider-Man, and he was nice to you then, but that hadn’t last long at all.

Your childhood room was a sight for sore eyes. One of the walls was pink and your bedsheets were a bright blue. You came over quite frequently, so your parents figured they’d just leave it the way it was – posters of Anakin Skywalker and all. You turned to plunge your face into the pillow below your head.

A knock on your door makes you jump but you don’t budge, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me.” Harry speaks from the other side of the door.

“Come in!” You call, flipping yourself back over.

Harry steps into the room with a soft smile as he stares at your figure, “Get up you big baby, they need you downstairs.”

You sit up slowly, a suspicious glare in your eyes, “What for?”

“You’re not gonna like it.” He says simply, grabbing your hand.

“What for, Harry?!” You question your friend once more as he pulls you down the stairs back to the dining table where Tom’s head is in his hands. Everyone is staring at you, “What’s going on?” You ask everyone.

Tom opens his mouth, “Well, there’s a few scenes we’re doing here in London for the new movie... and I need a place to stay.”

You scoff, looking down at Tom with shock, “And nobody here can offer you that but me? What about Haz!”

“Too far from set.”

“What about your parents!”

“Y/n if I could stay with my parents I would.”

“Harry, Sam?” You look over to them, desperately needing help.

“No can do, we live on campus.” They respond with a pitiful glance.

“And what makes you think I’d help you after the way you treat me?”

He sighs, “It’ll be like I’m not even there.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question, Tom!”

Nikki places a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n, please take this into consideration... maybe the two of you will end up bonding.”

“Over what?” Tom asks his mother, “I’m only doing this because I have to. Not because I want to.”

“Thomas! Stop being rude!” His mother scolds him.

You look back into Nikki’s eyes, tears brimming, “Fine... I’ll... I’ll do it.” You look down at your fingers, toying with the paint on your nails, picking at them, “How long are you filming here for?”

“Five weeks.” He says quiet.

You and Tom were in your car driving back to your place in London. It was a three-hour car ride from your neighbourhood to your current place and there was some traffic. Tom spotted your lanyard hanging off of your mirror, covered in a different array of pins from your favourite movies and a couple keys. Tom knew you were a teacher. But sitting in your car staring at your life from the inside was different to just looking at you from the outside.

Tom saw you every few months, today was just a random family dinner because Tom was back in the UK and his parents insisted on it. He usually saw you on your birthday and you saw him on his, and Harrys and Sam and Paddy’s, basically, you were there for everything... Christmas included.

Tom knew why he hated you back in Primary school, he knew why he hated you back in high school. Now? He wasn’t quite sure. He was a grown man. He could get over it. But it was weird... but that was only because he made it weird.

You were honestly lucky you had a spare room. It’s not like you wanted Tom to be here. You didn’t want to live with someone who would make your life miserable... but maybe Nikki was right, maybe you’d be able to patch things up with him.

The radio was the only sound in the car, apart from the wheels on the road, and the tension in the air was thick and tense. Like someone was waiting to snap – you had a backbone too. You fought back too. Even if you had some feelings for him, it’s not like you don’t resent him; resent everything he says to you.

The bump of your driveway had approached. Your house was quaint, Tom’s bags in the boot of your car, “I’ll carry your bags inside just... open the front door.” You told the boy as you turned your car off, handing him the keys.

“It’s fine, I can take care of my own bags.” He shrugs.

You turn to face him, “Tom, please. Just go inside.”

You don’t say anything else before getting out of the car. You’ve got shit to do and the fact that it was a Sunday night didn’t help either – you had assignments to finish marking and your deadline was in a few days. That’s why you were glad you had a spare room that was prepared. Not because you didn’t want to set up – you were nice, you wouldn’t have him fend for himself. But because you couldn’t afford to help him at this current moment.

Tom doesn’t argue with you anymore than he already had. Probably regretting asking you to stay here already.

The door was unlocked as Tom turned the key opening the door and locating the hallway light. Waiting for you in the doorway. His two carry ons in your hands, awfully heavy for one person... but he was staying for five weeks.

WEEK ONE – OPENING UP.

After getting Tom settled into his room an showing him around a bit – which was quite awkward, you found yourself getting changed and heading backdown stairs to sit at your kitchen table, which was a mess to say the least. Sprawled with papers and papers of assignments and old exams. Your laptop looked like it was on its last life, and you did too.

Sitting down, you placed some earbuds into your ears getting ready for a long night of marking papers.

Tom walked downstairs to find you, and saw you, legs crossed hunched over, red pen in hand. He didn’t want to disturb you, but the bathroom was out of toilet paper. Tom approaches you slowly. It was different now. There was no reason to be rude to you or mean... you gave him a place to stay. But it was his nature, and Tom couldn’t help it.

You’re slightly startled, “What?” you question him taking out an earbud.

“Your bathroom is out of toilet paper.” He sighs.

“No, it’s not.”

“Don’t believe me? Go take a fucking look for yourself.”

You take out your headphones throwing them down onto the table with a huff, making your way upstairs and into your bathroom, opening the cabinet where you keep your toilet paper... seeing that you are out. Downstairs was hopeless too.

“Fuck...” you mutter softly, “Well, I’d better go get some then, maybe do the grocery shopping too.”

It wasn’t too late at night, nine thirty to be precises, and supermarkets wouldn’t be closed at this time. Most shops weren’t. You grab your keys from your kitchen table and the grocery list from off of the fridge – Tom following behind you.

“What’re you doing?” You question him, tone full of spite. The hallway was dim and staring into his eyes only made you fall harder – no matter the fact that he resented you.

He rolls his eyes, “What does it look like I’m doing, Bunny?”

You get mad at the nickname – it’s what he used to call you in school, because you were timid and quiet. You didn’t have very many friends and Tom took advantage of that. Making you feel smaller than you were before. Trying to push you away – purposely pushing you away.

“Don’t call me that.” You say as you open your front door.

The ride to the grocery store is short. But Tom looks at you as you drive. Thinking about all those times he called you Bunny as a kid. Thinking about all the times he had made you cry. Tom also thought about the first time he saw you after he finished filming Civil War and Homecoming. He hadn’t seen you in a long time and when he did... you were different.

You were more mature. Your hair was longer, and your smile had been brighter. Your style was more evolved, and you strayed away from the cringey t-shirts with those weird quotes. He watches the light of the street on your face and watches how you’re so focused when you drive. Tom hadn’t realised you drove a manual when he got in the car, but now he had seen, and he was slightly impressed – not many people can still do that.

He thinks about how you were teenagers, how you used to follow him because you had no one and he would push you away. How he didn’t want to be your friend. Getting that slight closer insight into your life makes you more 3D and even though he’d known you his whole life he didn’t want to know you.

You could feel his eyes on you, but when he turned away you felt like something is missing. You shook the feeling off as you pulled up to the grocery store. You parked the car and stepped out looking at your list.

“...So do you wanna divide and conquer or do you want to do it together?” You questioned Tom, “We’d get it done faster if we divide and conquer but I don’t really care,”

Tom takes a deep breath before nodding, “We should do it together then.”

You give lipped smile, “Sure.”

Grabbing a trolley, the two of you make your way into the aisle, “So, what’s first?” Tom questions you, his elbows on the trolley as he pushes.

“Well, I need milk and eggs, so we can head to the freezer aisle,” You lead him over, “Now that you’re staying with me, I should probably double up, huh?” You laugh and Tom chuckles.

“Bacon?” He questions looking over at the fridge.

“Sure.” You nod softly.

As the two of you continue you found yourselves becoming more civil. Tom hadn’t been rude since the dinner earlier and something about all this domestic crap made your stomachs warm. The two of you continued through the aisles, collecting things on your list. Tom pushed the trolley as you grabbed things and put it inside. It was a nice system and although Tom had his hood up just in case, it was kinda nice to be spending time with him like this. It was sweet. He was being sweet.

Part of you hoped it was all just a dream, that you’d wake up and realise it was all in your head despite knowing it’s real. Tom’s never been like this towards you, and you don’t know exactly why that’s changed. You want to know why it’s changed.

When the two of you reached the counter, you pulled out your wallet, but Tom had already paid off the hundreds dollar worth of groceries that would keep you both well fed for most of the next five weeks.

You let out a groan as you slam your pen onto your kitchen table, Tom looks over from the couch at you with worry, standing up to join you at your table, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s it matter to you?” You snap, “It’s not like you’d care.”

Tom sighs, “C’mon, Y/n... I know you better than this. I know that you bottled up your emotions. I’ve seen it all my life.”

“Wonder why.” You mutter under your breath before looking up at Tom – he heard you, but decided not to press on the issue, “I’m fine, Tom, really. Drop it.”

He shakes his head, grabbing the paper in front of you, letting out a low whistle, “and I thought I was bad in school.”

“Hey!” you wack him from across the table, “History isn’t Jeramiah’s best subject, but he does really well in everything else... just mine.”

Tom senses how upset you are, looking over at you with a frown, “I’m sure you’re a good teacher.”

“I know I am!” You raise your voice, “I know I’m a good teacher, okay? Everyone tells me that!”

He looks at you with sadness as you yell, but he keeps his mouth shut as you deflate again, “Just sometimes... I look at kids like Jeremiah and I think to myself, why are you doing so good in everything else... but my subject? Is it me? Is it him? Does he need help? Do I need to change the way I teach.”

Tom smiles softly, “Remember when we were in high school, and there was this massive history test, and I was failing history, so you offered to help me... I was mean to you, but you really helped me... I never told you, but I passed that test.”

“You did? You never mentioned it, so I thought you failed or something, but you passed! I know it was like ten years ago but I’m proud of you, Tom! You struggled with that so much.”

He gives a bashful smile looking down at his lap, “See, if you could teach me, you can teach anyone... maybe he just needs a little push!”

You look at Tom across from the dinner table with a hesitant smile, “Thanks, Tom.”

Opening up Tom felt good... but it also felt horrible. Like you were giving him leverage against you... but you ignore the feeling.

WEEK TWO – GUILTY CONSCIENCE.

Tom had been on set for the past few days, and he was right, you barely saw him. The conversation the two of you had the week before had settled into your head. Tom had really brought you some words of comfort, he’d come home late and tired, so he’d see you working on marking the homework you had set, bidding you a short hello before heading over to bed.

Something about him not talking to you or something about you not seeing Tom had been weird. The first week he had been living with you had been much more prominent. He’d been around more – sometimes he’d cook, or you’d come home, and the house was clean, bathrooms and all.

Living with Tom... it hadn’t been as bad as you expected it to be. He was kinder, sweeter – he was finally treating you the same way he treated everyone else. With warmth. With the love in his heart, you knew he had – but you could only wonder why he was doing this. Why he had changed all his views from the past in the past seven days.

Tom had a day off today and offered to drive you to school, “Thanks for driving me.” You smile at Tom, “You didn’t have to do this.”

He scoffs, “Please, you’re impressive, you deserve a break even if it’s for a few minutes to work.”

You feel flush at Tom’s words, “What do you mean ‘impressive’?” You quirk an eyebrow.

He shrugs, “I dunno, your life just seems so hectic.”

“Not as much as yours Mr. Peter Parker.” You sigh, sinking into your seat a little bit, “I don’t know how you deal with all that pressure from people who don’t even know you.”

“Exactly the point.” Tom smiles softly, “They don’t know me, and I don’t know them... sometimes, I get nightmares of the paparazzi, flashing lights and I feel like I can’t move... like all lights and eyes are on me and if I do something wrong then my life will be over.”

You look over at Tom, your expression sorrow, “People aren’t perfect, Tom. You’re not a perfect person.” You try to offer a smile, but he just keeps his eyes on the road as he comes to a stop.

“I’ll be okay.”

“Miss L/n!” Was called out to you by one of your students as you sat at your desk, “Who dropped you off this morning?”

Ellie – a sweet girl, but way too invested in her teacher’s love lives, “Just a friend.” You answered somewhat honestly.

“What was his name?!” India questions you.

You sigh, “If I told you, I’d have to fail you.” Your students go wide eyed and shut up about the topic – if you told them Tom Holland had driven you to school, they’d react in a crazy way when he came to come get you again. Your phone buzzed, “Get back to work guys!”

Is it alright if you come on set with me? It’s on the way to pick you up and if I drop you off, I’d be late.

Tom’s text is followed by another text.

If not, that’s okay, I’ll risk getting in trouble for you.

Something about his text sent a shiver down your spine. You knew he was just being nice, but god, was it working. Was he buttering you up like this. It was worth it, all the things you were feeling, even if your heart would get ripped out of your chest once again. Like it did every single time. You smile down at your phone regardless.

You liked this new Tom. You liked the way he was treating you and even if it was just for a few weeks, you appreciated that he didn’t go out of his way to make your life hell while he lived in your house... He was a good house guest.

Sure... I’d love to see the movie magic.

Tom smiles down at his phone as he sits in your living room, anxiously waiting picking you up from school. It’s all he can think about. Seeing you again.

Tom’s mind was going crazy. He’d never felt this way for you before, but in living with you he’s learnt more about you than he has in the past twenty years of his life. He feels his heart get warm around you, but he also feels all this guilt for treating you like shit since you were in high school. He was stupid. It was all stupid. He had no reason... but he did. He was insecure of you.

When three o’clock rolled around, you ran out the doors of the school, not wanting to make Tom any late to set than he already was. You jumped into the car, which shocked Tom but you didn’t want to be late... you also didn’t want your students to see Tom driving.

“Do you want to be late to your job?” You scoff.

He chuckles, “What is with you?”

“Just drive, Tom!” You raise your voice.

As the two of you get moving you finally relax. You didn’t want to tell Tom why you were so insistent on leaving. Why you needed to go so bad, “My students, they asked who dropped me off this morning.”

“Oh.” Tom whispers, “What’d you tell them?”

“A friend dropped me off...”

“Cool.” He mutters softly.

“They know I know you, but I didn’t want you to be swarmed, y’know?”

“I... appreciate that.” Tom nods.

“Yeah.”

The air between you and Tom had shifted over the past week. It was strange and weird, and you hated it, but you also wanted this so bad. You think back to how you were at dinner last week and all you could think about was how broken you were over him. How your heart ached for him to just like you.

Tom’s set really wasn’t too far from your school, as promised, but you could understand why he would’ve been late if he dropped you off home. In fact, you were kinda glad you came to see Tom work.

“You can hang out in my trailer, or you can sit on set if you want.” He says softly, staring into your eyes.

You feel your stomach go warm, “That sounds good to me.” A smile takes over your face as you get out of the car, slightly nervous.

“I’ve gotta head to makeup so, you can come with me if you want.”

“I’d like that... to be fair, right now I don’t really want to leave your side in fear of getting lost.”

You trail behind Tom feeling odd in your blouse and pencil skirt, his smile graces the set as you can see people still putting things together and people running around with purpose, and it was admirable. How this whole world worked. You’ve spoken to Tom’s castmates multiple times. Jacob was quite nice and Haz introduced you to him – even though Haz and Tom are best friends, he always was the one to apologise on his behalf or tell Tom to stop when he was being too mean to you. You two stayed in contact a lot. You had first met Zendaya at the Homecoming premiere, and a couple times after that when she was at some of Tom’s birthday parties, which you went to only because of Harry, Sam and Haz. Other than the fact that your parents made you go.

Walking into makeup you were met with the sight of Zendaya sitting in her makeup chair and her eyes light up as she sees you, “Hey, Y/n!” Her smile is warm – she is beautiful.

You smile back at her, “Hi, Z.” Your face feels warm as she reaches over to give you her hand since she can’t exactly give you a hug.

“What’re you doing here?” She questions you as she looks over at Tom who’s getting himself set in his chair.

“Well, Tom’s staying with me during the whole five weeks you’re out here... I’m closer to set than most hotels and Tom’s a friend, so we decided I’d do him a favour.” You bite your lip nervously.

Tom smiles, “An absolute darling, we went shopping the other day...” Tom speaks but you zone out as you stare at him, looking at him with all the love in your heart that you can possibly even muster. He’s beautiful as he gets his face pampered with blood and cuts. Purple bruises and a bloodshot eye. How can he still look so pretty like this? Dishevelled, beat up. It’s not real, maybe that’s why – because you know it’s not real.

Tom turns to you, “Y/n?”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, making you blink a few times before sending him a smile, “Yeah?”

“Do you mind spoilers?”

You shrug, “Not really... I kinda love them. It makes the final part more exciting if I’m being honest.”

Watching Tom work was... it was sexy, to say the least. How he did flips and his own stunts, hooked up to the wires, but also immensely focused and that suit... it was making you feel things you hadn’t felt before. How you could still see the outline of his abs through the thin material. The set wasn’t on a normal movie set, like concrete buildings. It was outside, so the darker it got, the colder it would get too. Zendaya and Jacob weren’t in this next scene, so they were sitting with you, as you marked a couple papers you had brought in your bag with you, watching as you marked the answers with ease.

“So, how’re things with Tom?” Zendaya asks you out of nowhere and you look up in surprise, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“What do you mean?” You question her, with a slight shiver as her and Jacob look to each other before looking back at you.

“It’s just that he’s been... nicer.” Jacob shrugs, “We’ve seen how he’s treated you.”

You stop holding your breath, sinking into Tom’s chair a little, “God, I don’t know... it’s like he’s an alien or something... he’s been living for me for two weeks and he’s been nicer to me then, than he has ever been in my whole life.” You sigh, “He’s not a bad person... he’s just bad to me.”

You watch Tom as he does another flip, chatting with the crew, laughing, and you don’t feel yourself smile, you don’t feel yourself get warm. But you are anyway. You are hopelessly in love with him and the way he’s treating you isn’t helping. He’s not supposed to make you fall harder for him. He’s supposed to be mean – remind you that it’s not okay to feel the way you do for him. But he’s not sending you any bad signs anymore.

You don’t notice that Jaxob and Zendaya are being called back to set until Jacob places a hand on your arm, “Come by set more often... we like having you here, Y/n.” He smiles.

“Thanks, Jacob.” You grin as he walks over to Tom with a smile.

Zendaya wraps her arms around you from behind, “Don’t be afraid to send a message, okay? I know we don’t know each other well, but I want to get to know you better.”

You rub her arm with a small smile, “That... that means a lot.” You nod against her, as she lets go, the warmth of her body leaves you all alone with your homework once more. You flick through them again. A shiver running down your body once more.

Pulling out your phone you notice the time: Seven O’clock, it reads. You sigh as you question when Tom will be done. But it seems the universe is answering that question for you as he walks over to you with a proud smile.

“How’d you like that?” He questions you.

The chatter in your teeth is barely there, but it’s noticeable when you talk, “G-Great, Tom, you did really well.”

“Holy shit, let me get you a jacket and then we’ll head out of here. I got what I needed for the day, so, I’m not needed here anymore.” He smiles.

He pulls you back to his trailer which is warm, “Maybe I should’ve sat in here.” You laugh.

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have had the chance to see some of the movie and my incredible stunts.”

“Your ego always this big?” You question, your tone playful.

He looks back at you, holding one of his hoodies, “Only when I feel this great, bunny.” He winks. The nickname catches you off guard. Not because he said it, but because of how he said it. His tone full of endearment and charm. His voice wasn’t cutthroat rude, like it usually was... and it was certainly an adjustment for you.

You take the hoodie from his hands, sliding it over your head, “Thanks.”

“I’m gonna be a bit longer cause I gotta get out of the suit and stuff, but you can stay in here.” He smiles and you nod. Leaving you all by yourself in the trailer, you flop onto the bed that sits in the corner.

Sleep takes over, your vision going black, as you fade off into the realm of dreams.

Tom walks back into his trailer, all snug in another jumper and a pair of sweatpants. He looks at you, his eyes are soft. He looks at how peaceful you look; he hears your soft snores echo in the room. He sees how you just collapsed. Your things on the table, how tired you must be. He commends you for your work. He knows you have hard days. He sees that in your moods and your laughs, how sometimes you’re not fully there or zoned out. How your fingers are often stained with red ink.

Tom doesn’t realise it, but he feels himself smile down at you. Brushing some of the hair out of your face to get a better look at you. How you still look so beautiful. How you’re still the kindest person he knows – how despite how rude he had been to you; you always went out of your way to be nice or help him anyway. All he feels is guilt.

All he feels is guilt because of how easy it is to like you. All he feels is guilt because you’ve given him a place to stay. All he feels is guilt because he treated you like shit when he could’ve had a good friend. All he feels is guilt because he let some stupid feelings get in the way when the two of you were younger. All he feels is guilt because he was the insecure one. All he feels is guilt because it was never your fault. All he feels is guilt because you weren’t the one to hate... it was him; he should hate himself – he does hate himself.

All he feels is guilt, as he carries you back to the car.

WEEK THREE – THE PAST & THE PRESENT.

Your presence on set had become a lot more noticeable in the afternoons. Usually, it was just to get a better change of pace and mark somewhere unfamiliar rather than your shitty kitchen table which you had cried at, a number of times. Zendaya was also pretty good with History, and she has some well enough knowledge to help you sometimes.

That’s where you were at right now, you and Zendaya, sitting in Tom’s trailer as you both hold red pens, “Do you have a favourite student?” She questions you as the two of you draw ticks and crosses.

You laugh, “I’m supposed to say that I don’t, but there’s this group of girls in year eleven that have my heart... they picked history, so they’re so passionate about it. They make conversation with me. They love to learn about me, and they also love to learn the content. They’re good at the subject and they brighten my day when they walk in the room.”

You sigh, “Given, there’s kids like that in every grade... it’s tough to find the ones who know what their passions are. Some people don’t know, and that’s okay.”

She smiles, “That seems nice. They seem lovely... how’d you know you wanted to become a teacher? I always kinda knew I wanted to do acting, from a young age I was a performer... dance recitals, drama school...” She trails off.

You chuckle, “It was actually after helping Tom... he was never the best at school, he wasn’t awfully bad, but history was his worst subject. I was fourteen and I always had my head in that kind of stuff. I think I’ve seen every single documentary that the History channel has put out in the last thirty years.” You shrug, “Given I do have time for other stuff... I found myself interested. So, when Tom needed help because he was failing History at the time, he came to me for help.”

You bite your lip softly, “I had a massive crush on him...” You brace yourself for the truth, “I have a massive crush on him... had for a long time, but he was always so mean to me, but regardless, I helped him anyway. I’d never say no to him. Even now. But I helped tutor him and it worked... I only found out that he passed a couple weeks ago, ‘cause he told me. But I didn’t know if he had at the time... all I knew is that I enjoyed teaching him. Regardless of all the spite that came out of his mouth whilst I did.”

Zendaya grabs your hand from across the table, “From what I can tell, Tom’s really changed.”

You nod, hesitant, “He... he has, but part of me doesn’t want to believe it.” You look down at her hand wrapped around yours, “I don’t want to get my hopes up when he goes back to how he was.”

“You think he will?”

“I... don’t know.” You let out a huff as she lets go of your hand – deciding not to press the issue any further. A breeze blows through the window, “Fuck it’s cold...” You laugh.

Zendaya laughs too, the two of you spending time in each other’s company – she feels like a good friend. A real friend.

Tom was sat in your room, staring at all the posters around. John Wick on your wall, and Anakin Skywalker too. You had one of Thor and another of Poe Dameron. He thought it was kinda creepy, but the posters he had in his room weren’t any better. In comparison to the photos, he had with his friends, he couldn’t see very many of yours, except for a photo of you, Harry and Sam at the beach without Tom. Your smile was bright and so were his brothers. Tom’s jaw clenched at the picture, but his thoughts were interrupted at you walking into the room.

As he swivelled the desk chair over to face you, he caught sight of your shelves. How they were littered in history books – both Modern and Ancient, and the other side of your room had posters of different artefacts that you had gotten from the British Museum. He thinks you go there way too much, but what does he have in the say?

You set down a cup of water for Tom as you grab a couple of the books off of your shelf, “So I’m not quite familiar with what you’re doing in as much depth as you probably are, but you said it was Ancient Egypt, so I know a lot about that. We can look at the syllabus and some extra books that I’ve got lying around and if information doesn’t really sink in now, I can email you a couple documentaries.” You catch yourself rambling as you look down, your voice slightly hushed, “...If you want... sorry.”

Tom looks at you, and you can’t see the way his eyes are soft as he stares down at you. He didn’t know how you did it. You were only fifteen and knew so much about this stuff. He thinks about how he knows so much about soccer and rugby. How he knows so much about Marvel... though you’re the same in that region – he honestly doesn’t know how you intake so much information into your brain.

Tom never truly hated you. He just had resentment toward you. It was stupid and he’d never tell you why because of that. At some point, it just became easier to keep shooting insults at you – it became a second nature... and he was honestly surprised when you had agreed to help him because if he was being honest, he’d never do the same for you... so he wondered why you said yes when you had every right to say no... but he never asked. It didn’t seem worth it like that... Not then anyway.

Tom scoffs, crossing his arms, “Doesn’t matter, I just need enough information to be able to pass.”

You nod softly as you read over the curriculum, getting up and grabbing a couple books from your shelf, bringing them back to the table as Tom takes out his own textbook, “Oh good! You brought your textbook.”

He furrows his eyebrows, “Why wouldn’t I? I asked you to help me study, didn’t I?”

You feel your face get hot, “Right... yeah... sorry.”

“Stop apologising, it’s annoying.” He sighs opening his textbook to the information he knows you need. You go to open your mouth to apologise but keep it shut as he hands you the textbook, your eyes skim over it.

Tom eyes skim over you as you do so. He watches how you read, your eyes flicking, how fast you go. How pieces of hair fall in front of your face and how it takes everything not to brush them away from your eyes so he can see them better. He felt weird as he watched you. He felt his stomach flutter and his heart pound... he felt nervous too. Like if he got something wrong, you’d make fun of him or tease him or hold it against him. But he also knew you were way too nice to do that. As he watches you highlight a couple sentences in the textbook and pull out a book on Ancient Egypt with different coloured tabs.

As you flip through the book, he also notices different pen colours littered throughout and he feels his cheeks go warm. To desperately get rid of the flush, he takes a sip of his water. You slam the two books down in front of him, “I guess we can start here... how much do you know?”

“Barely anything...” He sighs, air escaping through the thins of his lips. The air is different now, as you reach over to turn on the lamp. The sky outside getting darker as you smile softly.

“Let’s get started then.” Your smile brightens your bedroom, as Tom looks at you, his face is in slight scowl, but his heart is in full flip.

Tom thought about that day quite frequently, when he looked you from across the dinner table. When he shot something mean at you... and the other day, when he carried you to the car. Zendaya saw what he had done, and she knew that your worries about Tom hating you when this was all over were just your paranoia. Your trust issues with Tom. But anyone watching the way Tom looks at you knows that he won’t. That he simply just cannot bring himself to hate you again.

Tom was on set today whilst you were in class, and you received a message from Zendaya, a photo of him on set with her and Jacob. It was cute, and you found yourself missing Tom. Unfortunately for you, you forgot that you were teaching your Year Eleven class.

“Miss L/n, what’re you smiling at?” Ellie questions you.

You sigh, “Something a friend sent me.”

“That same friend who drove you to school?” India asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

You deadpan them, “Girls, do your work.”

Cali pipes up, “C’mon miss! Please just give us any insight.” She basically groans.

“Like I told you last time, if I tell you, I’ll fail you.” You chuck them a playful glare, “But for your information, he’s a very close friend.”

“Do you like him?” Ellie asks.

You let out a soft sigh, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t... now do your work!”

The girls go back to doing their work and the only thing on your mind is getting home to Tom. You think about his scent – how he smells of wood and oak. Cinnamon and mint. It makes you want to melt – it also makes your thighs clench just thinking about him. How he comes back all sweaty from a run as you sit at the kitchen table and he walks through the front door, shirt sticking to his chest. You bite your lip as you look down at the papers in front of you, furrowing your eyebrows to make it look like you’re frustrated with the content in front of you – like you’re focused. But really? Your mind is anywhere else but here.

Tom promised you a movie night tonight... sure, he was a little late, but he was still here, “Sorry. I got caught up on set doing an extra tape.”

You laugh, taking a piece of popcorn, “Tom, I told you, it’s fine... you don’t have to keep explaining yourself.”

He shrugs, “I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”

You chuckle, “And I know that, and it’s okay... really, Tom.” You wrap your arms around his torso – it catches you both off guard, but it was nice, and it was warm, and his strong arms surrounded you.

The two of you pulled away, clearly both flustered and just sat on the couch next to each other. Your legs were crossed and so were Toms, each having your own bowl of popcorn. You had picked the movie – you chose John Wick. Tom laughed as he saw Keanu’s face come onto the screen.

“What?” You question softly, “You don’t like my choice?”

“No...No. Nothing like that.” He sighs, calming himself down, “I just remember you used to have his poster in your room and knowing you, you probably still do.”

He was talking about your childhood home, and you smiled, remembering how you had The Matrix and John Wick on your wall, “Shut up... he’s cute.”

He raises his eyebrows in consideration, “He is an attractive man, but there are other options.” He shrugs, “There are other actors.”

You don’t know what Tom is talking about but when you turn back to face the screen the air is tense. You ignore it, though. Only focusing on the movie – or at least, you’re trying to. But the air is too thick and tense to ignore.

Tom looks at you whilst you watch the movie. Your face with a smile as you watch John Wick slaughter.

“Y/n, Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!” Sam groans and earns a slap from his twin brother.

“Yes, it is, Sam.” He rolls his eyes.

“Sam, you literally cannot say that it’s not. It’s set a Christmas time and sure it’s an action movie, but there are Christmas songs and items. There’s a villain – it fits the whole criteria of a Christmas movie.”

Sam rolls his eyes at you, “Whatever... Christmas movies are supposed to be wholesome.”

“Yeah, well sometimes Christmas needs murder.”

“You are soooo fucked up,” Harry laughs as you sit down in between the two twins.

“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. Shut up. The movie’s starting.” You hush them.

It’s not long before Tom joins you guys, sitting down. He doesn’t say anything, but you haven’t seen much of him since he graduated high school and went off to America to film his new movie. You were proud of him, but you’d never tell him that. He wouldn’t take the compliment, non the less if it was you.

Tom grabbed a drink, and you stood up and followed, like an idiot, “How’s America?” You asked as you grabbed a cup from their shelves, filling it up with water.

“Why do you care, y/n?” He questions you.

“Because we’re meant to be friends, Tom.” You mutter softly, “I’m tired of you hating me.”

He scoffs, “Well, guess what, Bunny it’s not gonna stop, I don’t like you. I hate you... and it’s never going to stop.”

You can feel your eyes brim up with tears, “What did I do to you, Tom?”

“What didn’t you do?”

WEEK FOUR – ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD.

“Come on a run with me.” Tom says as he sits down at the table.

You look up at him, “Tom.”

“What?! You have a day off today, public holiday... I’ve got a day off today, because I’ve got a day off... so come on a run with me.”

You laugh, “Tom! I do not run.”

“Okay... then, a jog.” He takes note of your face, “A brisk walk?”

“You’re not gonna give this up, are you?” He shakes his head with a smile, “Fine... I’ll go on a jog with you... jog.” You give him a pointed look as you make your way up the stairs.

Tom feels himself smile wider; he thinks about you all the time now. When he’s on set. When he’s off set. When he’s at home. When you’re at school. When you’re next to him. He thinks about you all the time.

He thinks about every single part of you. He thinks about your smile. He thinks about your hair, the way you smell. He thinks about how you smell just after you shower, he thinks about how your hair is wet, he thinks about how beautiful you look with and without makeup. He thinks about how beautiful you look when you cried over movies. He thinks about you all the time. Every second of the day – even when he shouldn’t he does.

When you come back down the stairs, you’re wearing a pair of tights and a sports bra, a jacket over your shoulders, your hair was in a ponytail, and he thought you looked stunning. He felt his cheeks flush as he watched you walk out of the house.

“C’mon, Mr. Parker!” You called with a laugh.

“What? You like Peter Parker better than me?”

You shrug, raising your eyebrows, “So what if I do?”

He pretends to get a shot to the heart, “You wound me.”

You laugh as the two of you begin to jog, it was silent, and your neighbourhood was quite private, so Tom was fine to run around here without really being seen. He was glad you lived in the suburbs. The two of you jogged step in step.

You stopped at a nearby park, heaving your breath, “How the hell do you do this every day?”

He laughs as the two of you sit on a park bench, “I have to... I’ve had to for a long time.” He sighs as your eyes meet his, “Ever since I started, I’ve had to push myself more and more every day, yeah, I used to do gym all the time – we both know that. But it makes me tired and sometimes I wish I could just stop... but when I do, I feel guilty for it. For not working out and pushing myself.”

You nod, “I... can understand that. Your job looks hard. Everyone thinks acting is so easy, and then you go on set, and you see that it’s anything but.”

He smiles over at you, “You’re right... It’s not easy, but I’m grateful for what I do. What I can do. I’ve got a good life. A good family...” He takes your hand, “Good friends... if I can call you that.” He sighs, “I’m sorry for how I treated you. Every day for the past four weeks, I’ve felt nothing but guilt. You’ve always been so kind to me, and I treated you like shit... I don’t have anything to defend myself with because I can’t. What I did was wrong.”

You nod solemn, “You’re right, what you did was wrong.” You tell him softly, “You tormented me, you made me cry every day, there wasn’t a day where Haz didn’t apologise on behalf of your shitty actions...”

Sighing you look over at him, his hand still in yours, “I just... I’m scared you’re going to go back to the way you were before all of this. Before living with me. I don’t know why you changed but I’m scared you’re gonna change again, Tommy.”

Now it was your turn to use his childhood nickname. When he was eleven, he yelled at you to stop, and you did. But it almost slipped out so many more times after that. Unlike your nickname, his didn’t have a bad omen connected to it.

Tom flushes red as you use the nickname, not out of anger, but because he was embarrassed and flustered, “I’m not gonna change, y/n.” His eyes are soft, his features match yours as he pulls you in closer towards him, “I promise... I won’t change.”

When the night rolled around, you found Tom pulling you around the streets of London, he wore a white t-shirt that hugged his figure nicely and a pair of black jeans and a denim jacket. He looked good... really good, to say the least. You loved how simplistic he could be. You loved how cute he was when he smiled.

“What are we gonna eat?” You questioned him softly, but it came out as more of a whine as your stomach let out another call for help.

Tom looked at you, his eyes flicking over your figure once more, jumper and jeans. How you fit so perfectly in anything you wear – active wear to the pencil skirt and blouse you wear to work. He hadn’t noticed it and neither had you, but you’d basically been living in the hoodie Tom had given you when you first visited set. It held his scent, and it was a jumper from the set of No Way Home itself. But it was a reminder of him you were happy to have.

“Well, we could go for Chinese, or we could go for Indian.” He suggests but you stop and pull his hand back as the two of you walk.

“Ice-cream. I want ice-cream. Sticky, creamy, Turkish ice-cream, Tommy.” You practically beg, “Please. Please. Please.”

He laughs looking down at your pleading eyes... and he can’t resist. He can’t resist you because you are perfect in every single way. You are sweet. You are helpful. You don’t lose your temper as easily as he does, and you are worth way more than Tom could ever imagine for himself and although all he wants is you. He doesn’t think himself worthy enough because when you look at the past – he’s not. He’s not worthy of you. But you want him anyway. You’d never tell him that... and he’d never tell you either.

As he watched you happily eat your ice cream with a smile, Vanilla flavoured, and sweet. He eats his own chocolate, basking in the immense flavour that it brings and even though the two of you should be eating proper food, Tom can’t blame you for making him get it... because it’s good. As he watches you eat your ice-cream, he feels himself shift. Thinking about you.

Thinking only about you. Think about how you’d taste. He knows he shouldn’t let his mind go there. Not when he’s right here with you and can’t have you. Won’t let himself want you.

He thinks about you. He thinks about the sounds you’d make when you moan. He thinks about how well his cock would fit inside of you, giving you pleasure. He thinks about how easy it would be to make you cum with his tongue over and over and over again. Making you scream his name and bask in the flavour of him. He thinks about the way your eyes should stare into his as he fucks you fucking senseless. Over and over and over again. He wants to feel you cum over and over and over again.

He shuts down his thoughts as fast as they come on. You’d never think of Tom like this – that’s what he convinces himself. But he doesn’t know that you have. That you’ve thought of him pounding into you so hard you can’t seem to find yourself walking the next day. You want to feel his tongue on your clit, devouring you like it should be his last meal on earth – the last thing he eats before he plummets to his certain death. You want to feel his tongue on your thighs and his cock inside of your tight dripping cunt. Sometimes it’s all you can think about.

Especially when he’s on set. Doing backflips in that godforsaken suit you’ve seen almost every day for the past three weeks. The suit turns you on, you won’t lie. You can’t lie to yourself. It’s been impossible... and you’ve been damned from the start.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving next week.” You say quietly, “I almost don’t want you to go.” You laugh.

“I almost don’t want to leave.” He confesses, “I don’t want to leave.” He licks his ice cream.

“So where are you headed next?” You question him.

“Atlanta.” He nods softly, “That’s where the rest of the movie will be filmed, as well as New York, but that’s in the last few weeks of filming anyway.”

You chuckle, “Part of me knows that if you would’ve just continued to be mean to me, saying goodbye would be much easier.”

He shakes his head, “I just... I don’t know... I couldn’t do it anymore. Seeing more of your life snapped me out of it. Getting to know you better, snapped me out of it. I knew you but I didn’t know you and now I do.”

You look over at him, “Tell me what’s really changed, then.”

“Well, for instance, you sing in the shower.” He chuckles at your wide eyes, “Don’t worry it’s endearing... you also go down for snacks during the middle of the night. I buy shit and you eat it!” He laughs at your wide eyes once more.

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about cookies too much.” He shrugs, “You also pick at your nail polish all the time. Your fingers are never the same colour for more than one day.”

You laugh, “In my defence, I get anxious.” You shrug.

“Better than biting them off.” He smiles.

You lick your ice cream, “Exactly.” You grin back at him.

But it all dawned on you for real... He was leaving next Sunday, and that was it. You wouldn’t see him for a while. Not if he didn’t stay in contact with you. You wanted him to... so you told him, “Are you gonna text me? Are you gonna call?”

He looks over at you with a small glimmer of hope in his eyes, “Is that what you want?” He asks you, “I’m not even sure I’ve got your number.”

“Pass me your phone.” You roll your eyes, punching in your number and texting him, “There... now you can reach me anywhere in the world.”

WEEK FIVE – OLD HABITS (DON’T) DIE HARD.

It was unfortunate that the two of you just so happened to have a bad week on Tom’s last. Filming for Tom was dragging out longer than ever, he hadn’t had a day off this whole week, and it was Sunday night... he wanted to see you and yet, you were stressed to. Neither of you had time for each other.

The marking of hundreds of tests from Exam Week had just begun and you were being pressured by everyone around you to be done. To get your work done. You had no time for you and no time for Tom. All you wanted to do was spend time with him and yet, if you did you think you would explode.

Not because of him – but because of the immense stress. He would do the same if he was being quite honest... and really? Truly? You had been putting Tom on edge. He didn’t know why. He was tired and honestly? He was just over everything. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted space... but when you’re living with someone else you don’t get much of that. Especially in a house as small as yours, where the living room connects to the dining room and the kitchen and the only other space, he has is upstairs where your room connects to his and one bathroom.

Tom started to avoid you and you started to avoid Tom – both of you in fear of pushing each other away with your words. So, you just ended up spending less time together.

... whoever thought that would be why you and Tom avoided each other?

You would’ve done so if he treated you like shit for five weeks. You would’ve avoided him... but he made his way into your heart. He really made his way into your heart. He lodged himself in there and you did the same to him. It was stupid and dumb and all you wanted was to cry in his arms because of how much work you were doing. How late you would be staying up and he wanted to do the same.

But as this chapter’s called Old Habits (Don’t) Die Hard... they don’t. They don’t die hard. Not at all... and it’s unfortunate you had to find out this way.

You and Tom ran into each other on Sunday night. The last night he was spending here, and you’d barely seen him all week. You missed him... bad.

Just looking at him was enough to make you cave. Enough to make you want to wrap your arms around him – but his tone... it cut, and it cut sharp. A tone you never thought you’d hear from Tom again. One he promised you he wouldn’t use ever again.

You were friends.

So why did it feel like you weren’t?

“Move out of the way, y/n.” He huffs, as he tries to move past you.

You shake your head, “No... I miss you, Tom. We’ve barely spoken all week, and this is your last night here. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong.” Tom looks at you, his eyes pierced. God was he good at pushing you away – although this time you didn’t budge.

“No.” You stand your ground, “Tell me what’s wrong with you, Tom?”

“What’s wrong with me is that you won’t get out of my fucking way, so I can go to the kitchen and grab a glass of fucking water.”

You moved aside, but followed him into the kitchen, “Why are you acting like this, Tom?” You question, “You know I’m here for you.”

He scoffs, “I’M STRESSED OUT!” He raises his voice, “And you’re not making it any better, y/n.”

“Oh...” You look at him, “You don’t think I’m not stressed, Tom? You don’t think my job is hard? I stay up night after night trying to work hard for these students.”

“It’s not working.” He mutters under his breath – you heard it... but you wanted to be sure he really said it.

“What’d you say?” You question him.

His hands are now on the kitchen counter as he looks down at the marble, before he looks up at you, “I said it’s not working.” He scoffs, “You work your ass off and it doesn’t work.” His tone it’s condescending, and you don’t want to believe what he’s saying is true.

Because he promised you... he promised you he wouldn’t be like his old self ever again. He promised you that he changed... it hurts your heart. More than you’d admit, and Tom could say the same as he looks into your eyes, his exterior still tough but regretting everything he’s said to you in the past five minutes... but as you look up at him with anger... all of his thoughts perish.

“FUCK YOU!” You laugh is dry and smooth out of your throat, “God, you like that don’t you? Treating me like shit. You made a promise Tom. You made a promise you wouldn’t treat me like FUCKING SHIT EVER AGAIN... and you’re doing it now.”

You stare into his eyes. Fire. Red is all you see.

“I thought I could live never knowing why you fucking hated me all my life. Why you made me cry every fucking day. You tormented me for the better half of everything and you wanna know what I think? I think you’re an insecure jerk who has absolutely nothing better to do because you’re a scumbag, you’re a piece of shit, Tom. That’s all you’ve ever been.”

“God, I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you.” You shake your head, “I hate how you were nice to me for the past month and a half and now you’re acting like an absolute dick because you’re leaving tomorrow... use me for a place to stay and then leave.”

“Was that your plan, Tom?” You question him, “Was that your plan all along? To fucking use, me... you know what? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.”

Tom stares at you as you speak, shaking his head, “No. Y/n. My plan wasn’t to use you, I thought I could like you, tolerate you... but fuck you’re the worst person I’ve ever met. You wanna know why I hate you? Because you stole the spotlight from me every single goddamn fucking time! Paddy sees you as more as a sibling than he sees me. Sam and Harry? You’re closer with them. MY FUCKING PARENTS probably love you more than me.” He scoffs, “So I hate you, y/n. Because you stole my fucking life and you’ve wasted the past five weeks of them too.”

Tom walks up to his room, leaving you stunned. You finally know what you did – and you didn’t even mean to do it.

“Paddy, c’mon. You gotta eat.” Tom sighs, “Please.”

He shakes his way, “I like the way Y/n makes it... yours is gross.”

Tom sighs, irritated, clenching his jaw, “Well y/n isn’t here right now... and it’s just pepperoni pizza. I made it just like she said.”

Paddy shakes his head, “No you didn’t... can she come over, and do it? Oh! Maybe we can watch Star Wars.”

“Paddy, I thought we were gonna watch those together.” Tom frowns.

Paddy shakes his head once more, “Nah, she has all these fun facts about the movies and every time we watch, she’s got something knew... watching with you would be boring.”

Tom watches his brother walk away as he looks down at the pizza he made, feeling tears well up in the sockets of his eyes, taking a bite of his pizza, he sighs, “Tastes the same.” He mutters to himself.

Sam and Harry ran down the stairs bumping into Tom. It was Halloween and Tom was ready to go, he had his Spider-Man costume on and a tote bag, ready to take his younger brothers trick-or-treating.

“You guys ready to go?”

The two brothers exchange a glance, “Oh...” Harry starts, “Well, we told Y/n we’d go with her since she just got her lisence... and Paddy’s with his friends... What about Haz?”

“He’s with his girlfriend.” Tom sighs, “It’s... It’s fine. Have fun, I guess.” He shrugs, waiting by the door all night for the kids who wanted to Trick-or-Treat.

Tom sits on the couch as he watches his parents come down the stairs, “Where are you guys headed? I thought we were supposed to hang out today.” He questions his parents.

“Oh! Y/n is graduating from university... she’s going to become a history teacher.” Tom’s mother says proudly, “We’re so proud of her! She’s been working so hard.”

“So why are you guys going?” Tom questions his parents once more as they look at each other.

Sitting down in front of him, to have a short conversation, his father speaks, “Tom... Y/n is like one of our children... you can’t expect us not to go... we love her as much as we love you.”

It hurt him... All those times everyone had left him – for you. That’s what drove his hatred for you. But now he knew why everyone had left him for you. Because you were kind. You were beautiful and sweet. You were a good friend. You had made Tom happier than most people had in his whole entire life in the past five weeks.

Paddy was right, when the two of you watched Star Wars, you had facts for almost every scene and most of the time he wants people to shut up when you watch movies. He didn’t want you to. You were interesting and you always giggled at the stupid jokes in the movies. Sometimes you’d fall asleep, and Tom would carry you to bed... it seemed like that happened a lot.

You were a good driver, and always offered to take him everywhere when you could. Given, most days you were at school, you always made the effort to drive. He appreciated the gesture of you picking him up from set, always driving smooth enough to let Tom get a little sleep before waking him up when he got home to your house... which had started to become, well, home.

His parents were right... you worked hard. For everything you had. For everything you owned and everything you did. You were a beautiful, stunning girl and you had strong opinions and that’s what made you who you are. You say sorry after everything even after you weren’t supposed to. His parents were right. You taught hard, you worked hard.

He loved you as much as they loved you – probably more.

He’d never tell you that – maybe, maybe, going back to the same place the two of you were before would be for the better... maybe, if Tom started to hate you again, this would all be easier. That’s why he yelled and tried to push you away.

...so why did this hurt more than a thousand suns... a thousand knifes to the heart?

MONDAY was harder than you thought it would be. Tom had left as early as possible. Getting an Uber to take him to the airport. His stuff was gone when you treaded to his room to apologise.

You were supposed to take him to the airport.

Sighing, you went downstairs and made yourself breakfast. At seven am you expected Tom to run through the door, all sweaty. Shirt stuck to his chest – but... he didn’t.

He didn’t run through the door when you expected him to. He wasn’t there and he wouldn’t be there. He’d never be there... and your heart hurt because of it. You didn’t want to go to school. You didn’t want to do anything because you didn’t have Tom here to do it with you. He had become your rock. Your motivation.

Tom sat on the plane feeling the same. He regrets not telling you how he felt. He regrets not telling you anything. He regrets not apologising before he left because he thinks that you think he meant everything he said to you. But he didn’t... he didn’t mean any of it.

Your co-workers and students could tell something was wrong but didn’t press on the issue. It wasn’t their place to. You don’t know if you’re thankful for that or if you’re upset about it – wondering if people actually cared. If anything, you were doing was actually working. If your life was the way you wanted it to be... or had it been the way you wanted it to be.

Had you enjoyed picking up Tom from work? Had you enjoyed him picking you up from work? Obviously, if Tom was overseas none of that could happen because your life is here, and Tom’s is there and yet... you need them to collide and crossover.

You need to be with him.

But he wasn’t here. He wouldn’t be here for a long time... so that was just the way it was. Waiting for Tom. Waiting for a man who’s going to come back... waiting for someone you know will come back.

Night dawns in on London. Tom left earlier, even though his flight was meant to leave that night. He left before you woke up and practically hung out at the airport all day because he couldn’t bear to see how hurt you were.

Tom sighs getting on the plane with Zendaya, “What’s up with you?” She questions.

“Y/n and I... we got in a fight. It was bad.” He says quietly, “I think I really messed things up with her.”

“Probably.” Zendaya laughs softly.

“What do you mean?”

“Tom, you’ve been rude to her for almost all your life... you thought something wouldn’t happen? Y/n knew it. Y/n was worried that you’d go back to the same ways. She told you... and you did it, Tom... you did what she feared you would do.”

Tom stayed silent for a moment, “I miss her, and it hasn’t even been a whole seven hours.” He murmurs, looking up at Zendaya, “I love her, Z. I’ve been such a fucking idiot all her life and I love her... so much.”

She sighs, “You have been an asshole, you gained back her trust, and then you fucked it all up again... you can tell her you love her. You can try and build back everything you gained from her – but she’ll always be scared. Not if you don’t prove to her that you can be different.”

Tom looks back at the door to the airport, going in, looking back at Zendaya, “Do you think it’s too late?” He questions.

“Tom, she’s fallen for you – she’s long gone... Even before you moved in with her, she loved you... she told me, herself.”

“Fuck...” Tom sighs, “I gotta – I gotta go.”

You shut your laptop; your ticket booked. You need to see Tom. You need to tell him how you feel what you feel. God, you missed him so much. You told work you’d be away for two days. You were going to visit him and if all else failed, you didn’t know what you would do. The rain was pouring down, when you ran out your front door and down to your car. You didn’t. You collided with the floor – and collided with someone else.

“Ow!” You hold your head, “I’m-”

Your eyes meet Tom’s.

You felt like you could finally breathe again. You felt like everything was good. You felt like everything was falling into place... it had barely been seven hours. Seven hours since you had last seen him, and you could cry. You started to cry.

Tom’s arms wrapped around you as you both sat on the floor, not saying a single word. Your tears seeping into Tom’s jumper, before he noticed you wearing his jumper that he gave you back on the first week of living with you.

You tug him closer as you keep crying into his jumper. Not being able to say a single word. Just cry, your sobs filling the air as he places a kiss on your head, being the first one to speak,

“I’m here.” He whispers as you cry harder, pulling him in, “Hey, it’s okay... tell me what’s wrong.”

You pull yourself out of his grasp, “What’s wrong is that I’m in love with you!” You sob, “I’ve been in love with you for all my life and all you’ve done is a complete ass. I’d never steal your family from you, Tom... all those times I hung out with them, you could’ve come! You didn’t even come to my graduation!”

Tom’s eyes well with tears, “Every day I lived here I felt guilty for everything... I hated you because I was arrogant and ignorant and... when you helped me back in high school, I... I started to like you and I should’ve let myself, but, then Halloween rolled around, and my brothers ditched me to hang out with you... if they had asked me to go with them I would’ve... I would’ve gone and your graduation, I should’ve gone... I’m so proud of you, okay? And I haven’t ever been the nicest, not even when I wanted to.”

“You don’t have to trust me, you don’t have to jump in with me right now, but I love you and I want to be with you... but I want to prove myself to you, that I can be better.”

You look into Tom’s eyes, a couple tears rolling down your puffy red eyes, “You’ve done that... you’ve proven yourself already... you’ve proven you can change. We got into an argument, sure, but now that everything is in the open... we can be better... you can be better.”

He nods, his face drifting closer to yours, “Let me be better... let me be yours.”

“You already have me.” You whisper as his lips land on yours.

There’s something different in the kiss. It’s soft and sweet and the taste of salt is not missed. Your lips are in flurry, tongues mixing together, intertwined as the two of you were on the floor of your deck. The rain pours down around you and you can hear the patter of it on the roof above you.

Tom’s hands run over your body, making you shiver, as you pull away softly, “You have me, Tom... all of me.” You whisper quietly as you feel your body lift the floor and the front door close behind you. Kisses on your lips, strong and soft. Full of passion.

“P-Please.” You mutter against his lips, “Please.” You beg.

“Please, what?” He questions you softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Fuck me,” you breath, “I’ve wanted you for so long, please.”

You feel your core dripping and pulsating already, needy for Tom’s touch. You need all of him and your body won’t stop wanting until he actually touches you – and even then, it might not stop. Nothing will ever stop. Your want and need for him will never stop.

His hands are cold as he pulls you up the stairs, placing you down on your bed, kissing your neck, your jawline. Your cheeks, your nose, your forehead. His hands trailing up your shirt as he does so. Your hands intertwined in his as he kisses every inch of you. You can feel your core tense, and you can feel yourself flush. God, your cunt aches for him.

Your breath comes out soft, needy... and you can feel Tom smirk as his lips keep connecting with your hot skin. A chuckle escapes his lips, leaving the ghost of his breath, “You’ve waited so long, can’t wait any longer, can you?”

You shake your head, “No... No, I can’t.” Tom’s hands go to lift up your shirt, searching your eyes for permission, “Do... do whatever you want... I don’t care.” You say breathlessly, “I just- I just want you.” Your breathless and Tom knows how needy you are for him.

He lifts your shirt over your head, and you pull off your panties and sweatpants – he’s baffled by the site of you. How perfect you look for him. How you’re only his and nobody else’s, “Fuck you are so beautiful...” He trails off.

Kissing your neck once more, Tom doesn’t stop there. Moving his lips lower and lower, in-between your breasts, down your stomach... and right above your aching cunt. You feel yourself subconsciously buck forward, needy for everything he has to give you. For his tounge, fingers and cock to touch you in the one place that needs the most attention. His patience is strong and yours is running thin.

“Please...” You mewl, “Please, Tommy.”

Tom listens to your begging as he swipes a finger over the lips of your pussy, your juices covering his thumb, “So fucken’ wet.” He smirks... and without any warning he dips in, his tongue running a line, making you moan.

His thumb stays on your sensitive, rubbing your clit as your moans remain desperate. Desperately needing more of him. Tom’s tongue moves faster against you. Pressing kisses against your clit, kitten-licking you and making circles around your clit. The way he eats your pussy is godlike. Bringing you closer and closer to your edge. To your heart’s desire... and Tom god, all he wants is to feel you cum all over his swollen, red, fucking lips. Moaning and groaning against your cunt.

He slips his middle finger into your wet hole. Needy and wanting... everything you’d been feeling over the past five weeks was finally coming full circle. Tom looks up at you as your head falls back, and your fingers become tangled into his brown curls. Desperately needing more of his tongue. For him to go faster – and harder. His tongue is addicting and the way his finger curls inside of you only leaves you wanting more and more – you can feel yourself getting closer. Closer and closer. Your cunt is pulsing as you feel yourself walking, about to dive off of that perfect edge. Your stomach fuelled by fire. You feel the bottom of your stomach tingle and your body shudder against Tom’s mouth.

“Fuck Tom! Jesus fucking Christ!” You moan breathless.

He can feel just how close you are as your cunt tightens around his finger, he pulls his mouth away for a slither of a second, “Cum for me, baby.” And then his mouth is right back on you, wanting to taste every last drop of your orgasm... and he does.

Fuck you’re sweet. You’re so fucking sweet. He’s thinking about how this will be the only thing on his mind for a long time. How your cunt and the taste of you will be something he wishes to never rid his tongue of. How the taste of you is addicting. You feel yourself, however, grow eager for more.

And Tom feels it too. His cock aching for your touch. His cock hard, wanting every inch of you, “Tom... fuck me, please... fuck me.”

Tom doesn’t wait another second before pulling down his pants, taking off his shirt. Letting you watch him strip for you. Looking down at his cock, wanting every inch of him inside of you, letting your eyes graze over him... “I wanna lick your abs.” You mutter quietly.

His eyes snap up at you, “What?” He questions with a short laugh.

“You were notsupposed to hear that.” You laugh, “They just look really... lickable.” You shrug.

Tom walks over, “We’ll see you to that then.” He presses a kiss on your lips, “But if I don’t fuck you right now, I might explode... where are the condoms?”

“They should be in this drawer.” You say leaning over to open it, but there’s nothing inside, “Fuck, I ran out.”

“Let me check my room, I’ll be right back.”

You bite your lip as you watch him walk away, desperately rubbing your thighs together, bucking your hips for some sort of desperate stimulation while he’s away and he lets out a laugh, “You are way too eager.” He whispers.

Walking over to you, you spread your legs, Tom positioning himself right at the entrance to your cunt, “You ready, Princess?” He whispers softly in your ear as you nod.

Tom’s cock slides inside of you and begins to move slowly, warming you up. The condom on his cock, giving you that slight bit more of lubrication than your pussy provides. He’s pressing against your cunt, rubbing your clit with his fingers and his lips on yours. You’re still reeling from your last orgasm. Your clit sensitive to every touch. You feel your hips buck against him.

“Fuck, Tom... you are going way too slow.” You say.

Tom moves quicker and all you can hear now is skin on skin, his balls slapping against the back end of your pussy, “Fuck,” He mutters looking down at you as your tits bounce. How your mouth widens when you moan, and your hips continue to keep bucking against the slit of his cock as he presses in on your g-spot. His hand moving from your clit to your stomach, applying some pressure onto you, and you let out another perfect moan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You groan needily, “Tom, please.” You beg.

He presses into your cunt harder. Your bodies moving together like mesh. Desperately and needy. Like water. Fluid and in motion. Your bodies are one – so much better than you ever could’ve imagined. Every single time you fucked yourself, rubbed your clit. Every single time you made yourself cum to the thought of him. Every single time you moaned his name needy... and now you were doing it for real. He was really the one making you cum. Pulling you to the edge. It was real and it wasn’t in your head and dreams like every time beforehand.

Tom felt the same way, finally pressing himself into you, rather than pumping his own cock with his hand. He loved feeling the way you felt. He loves feeling how wet you are for him. He was the one making you cum – making you feel good like everything he had thought about before. You were a daydream come true and he finally got to have you. Got to hold you. This was real. It wasn’t in his head – and he couldn’t believe it.

Tom’s head falls into the crevice of your neck as he fucks you senseless. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge and he can feel your cunt tightening too, “Fuck,” He swears, “’Mma cum.” He groans.

You moan, “Me- me too.”

You cum first, feeling your stomach grow hot and your body jerk forward. You falter slightly against Tom as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, a few moments after. It’s the first time someone’s ever cum with you – and the first time you’ve ever come so hard that your legs felt sore after... you have a feeling it won’t be the last time this happens either.

Tom rubs your inner thigh softly, as he throws out the condom and gets back in bed. Lying next to you, “You gotta go pee.” He whispers.

“I love it when you whisper dirty things to me.” You joke, “Thank you, Tom.”

“For what?”

You shrug, “For changing... You think I can’t trust you – and I don’t... but I also do. I trust that you will be a better person... I trust that you will treat me like your equal... I trust that you will love me if we do decide to be something... if you want to be something.” You hastily add.

He turns to face you in the depths and warmth of the sheets the two of you are buried under, “I want to be something.” He says quickly, “I do... I want to be something – more preferably your boyfriend.”

You smile, “I’d like that too... really, I would.” You cup his face in your hands, “Please believe me... I trust you.”

He smiles softly, “I believe you.”

You grin wider, “Okay, now... lemme go pee.” You giggle walking away.

THE EPILOUGE – THE BOY WHO LOVED YOU.

So that’s how you got here. Unable to live your life without Tom, unable to think without him or make a simple decision. Unable to live without Tessa. You lived in a house with Tom, and his dog and you missed him every single day when he left for America the next day after getting with you.

When your family found out it was safe to say that they were surprised. Tom did hate you, but after a few months everyone settled. You were happy and... so was Tom.

He still feels guilty all the time – and he’s always insecure about the things he says to you because he never wants to make you upset again – but you always assure him that you’re okay, that the two of you were okay.

Carefully, you look into Tom’s eyes, everyone knew about your relationship because of Instagram and it’s safe to say your students freaked out – the whole school pretty much had. You just laughed at all the questions they told you and offered some sweet stories to your students.

But tonight, was the premiere of No Way Home and it was your first red carpet actually being seen by the cameras... and actually being on Tom’s arm.

“I’m nervous.” You tell him, “I’m really, really nervous.” You whisper in the back of the limo. Zendaya was in a separate car – and you were with Tom. Jacob already got there, texting you a few moments before he arrived indefinitely.

“Y/n, it’ll be okay.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, “We’re okay. They love you... all the fans they do love you.”

You groan, “Don’t! What if they change their mind one day and decide to dig up some crazy information on me.”

He laughs softly, “Darling, you’ve charmed them all as much as you’ve charmed me.”

Pulling upto the red carpet, finally ready to step out of the car, “You ready?” He questions you.

You nod, “It’s just me and you, right?”

“Me and you.” He places a kiss to your lips, and you can’t help but melt.

It wasn’t like this before – and now that it was, you’re not sure you would change anything that happened to lead you here. Lead you right to the love of your life.

The boy who hated you.

To the boy who loved you.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #roommates au

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miela · 8 months

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I've seen three spiders in my house in the past two days and none of them gave me spidey powers

#a damn tragedy really #i didn't kill them i set them free out in the wilderness #evicted a roommate if you will #spiderman #peter parker #tom holland #marvel #mcu #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #miles morales #spider gwen #spiderman 2099

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faefictions · 2 years

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“Oooo, we’re under the mistletoe!” “No No No No- mphh!” with roommate!tom pls :)

Writing this in the same mindset as the previous ask with the snowball. Same roommate!Tom. Same little mischievous fucker.

After the snowball incident, Tom starts to have more feelings for you. Was he already low key head over heels for you? Yes. But would he have admitted that to himself beforehand? No.

But him being him, he doesn't want to tell you in a serious manner like a normal person. So what does he do? He starts hiding mistletoe around the apartment, and anytime you stand under one, he tried to get as close as possible to you so he can have an excuse to kiss you. It starts with the cheek, but it keeps getting dangerously closer to your lips each time, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't disappointed every time he missed.

But one night, you're pissed off at him for god knows what. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't done the dishes in a week, even though it was his turn, or maybe it was because he had been blasting music in his room until 3 am for the past few nights, despite knowing you had to be up at 6 for work.

You had been ignoring him all day, but when you got home to see that he had done absolutely nothing all day, aside from watching Christmas movies and pigging out on cookies, it pushes you over the edge.

You begin to complain to him, trying to get him to get off his ass to just DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE. You are a little relieved when he finally gets off the couch, but then you see THAT smirk on his face and you know something is up.

"What's wrong with your face, Holland?" you huff, exhausted from complaining to him for so long, just to get nowhere.

"We're under the mistletoe," he giggles as he get even closer to you.

"No no no, that's not even how mistletoe works, you can't just rush under it every-"

He cuts you off by kissing you, right on the lips, a bit more forceful than you would have expected. You have the slight urge to pull back and slap him, it would sure get rid of the rest of your frustration, but you don't want it to end just yet.

When he finally breaks away from you, you're bright red, and he smiles as you begin to stutter.

"I'll go start the dishes right now, I'm sorry," he smiles as he speak lowly.

And that's the moment you accepted that you have a crush on your idiot roommate.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #roommate!tom holland x reader #roommate!tom holland #ask #anon #request #inbox clear out

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phas3d · 3 months

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Roommates || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

contains :: tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott

summary :: enemies to lovers! somehow, you have been roomed with one of the slytherin boys against your will. most likely due to some future disaster that dumbledore is trying to prevent. these are some texts i think you would have with each other!

TOM RIDDLE

MATTHEO RIDDLE

THEODORE NOTT ( I'm so tired :""] I'll finish Theo in PART 2! )

This has been in my drafts for AGES and I just wanna get it out there. If you have ideas on what to do with Theo pls lmk cause I'm stuck with him.

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riddleriddles · 3 months

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ෆ delicate

ෆ matthew riddle x hufflepuff! shy! reader

ෆ summary: the one in which Matthew can’t leave such a beautiful girl crying alone in a dress like that.

ෆ warnings: English translated from google (please let me know if there are any grammatical mistakes), alteration of the history of mattheo and tom (tom is not voldemort but an potions teacher like snape).

ෆ notes: i just love shy!reader so much, im sorry if all my one shots are all with shy or hufflepuff reader, IM JUST A GIRL

𖦹

Parties have never really been your favorite way to spend time, loud music and dancing until your feet hurt in the middle of many strangers, not really your tipe of thing.

But a prom was so different, the music was slow, and the dresses, the delicate makeup, even more the winter ball, with the decorations in light shades of blue and white, was a dream.

Especially when you had someone to spend the night, a date, but maybe for lack of popularity, you hadn’t gotten a pair for tonight, your circle of friends was extremely limited, but if you did not have a pair it was not for lack of desire.

Since the prom was announced, you dreamed of being invited by none other than Cedric Digory.

He was tall, kind, sweet, confident, and extremely outgoing, always surrounded by his friends, but you weren’t special for having the attention picked up by Digory, half the girls of your year also dreamed the same thing as you, on being asked to be his date on the romantic night of the winter dance, unfortunately, you and Cedric, although you’ve interacted a few times - just a few little conversations he pulled during class, or little smiles as you passed each other in the hallway - you were very different, he was extremely confident and liked the attention, you did not.

In the little conversations you shared with him, you believed that those glances and those smiles had a greater meaning, maybe you forgot that he was just polite, or you knew but liked to pretend not, because the feeling was good, of being seen, of someone enjoying holding a conversation, and as much as you didn’t talk so much, he liked your words spoken in a low tone of quiet, or you thought he liked it.

the weeks passed and nothing came, not an owl or a letter, not even a flower, so your hopes were lost, as much as you had heard through the corridors that Cedric Digory had no pair and was considering going alone to the winter ball.

…

With only a few minutes left until the beginning of the prom, you were lying on the bed, wet hair tied in a towel with a robe around your body, looking at the ceiling with your hands resting one on top of the other in the region of your chest.

the room smelled like shampoo and the fragrance of the strawberry liquid soap you shared in the bathroom with your roommates.

"Come on, you need to go!" Lizzie, your closest friend, and roommate says excited, you and she used to make plans for a long time about this dance together. "We've been talking about it for so long, just for you to give up because of Cedric?"

She talks to you while tiing her hair delicately in a built-in braid, her yellow dress contrasting with her brown eyes and blonde hair.

"Oh Liz, you don't understand..." you whine "I don't have a pair, you at least go with someone nice."

"If that's the problem, you know I can leave Oliver dancing alone while we dance together." she rolls her eyes playfully and says excitedly, she looks at you through the mirror, you turn your face so that yours looks to meet, you smile softly at her.

"Don't do that." you say and giggles lightly.

You turn your head up again and sigh.

"All right, I’ll go..." You give yourself defeated and hear a lively scream from Liz, sit on the bed with your legs crossed.

She finishes the braid in her hair and finally turns to you looking for approval.

"do i look good?" She asks making an exaggerated pose with her hands on her waist and a smile from ear to ear.

She had a long yellow dress with several details of embroidered white flowers, and her blonde hair was in a single built-in braid with some messy strands giving her a stripped air, a yellow heel on her feet.

You smile at her and answer with a giggle "You look beautiful Liz, I'm sure Oliver will fall in love with you once again!"

Her smile changes to a shy smile and she looks at herself in the mirror again.

"I'm going to ask one of the girls to do my makeup, I hope that when I get back you'll be very ready for us to go!" She says excited and takes her makeup case, it is white with kittens and pink tulips and fits in the palm of her hand.

You suppress a smile with your lips and nod your head agreeing.

As soon as she leaves the dorm you get out of bed and go to the shared vanity, you sit on the wooden chair looking at your reflection in the mirror.

So you did your best to feel beautiful enough to go to the ball, dried your hair, and made a small braid on each side, a white bow holding them together, a light makeup on your face with a little glitter marking your eyes, and some golden accessories.

You get up from the vanity and walk to the full-length mirror that was on the door of the big wardrobe you shared with Lizzie.

The dress was hanging right next to the mirror, she went to her heels it was a shade of pearly white and made all of silk, it was beautiful, and you have been dreaming of it for so long.

You take it by the hanger and gently dress it with you back to the mirror, after fixing your hair and accessories, you turn to the mirror again and the view enchants you, feeling so beautiful, the dress had fallen so well on your body and your makeup, along with the simple hairstyle that made you so delicate.

Soon you hear the door open and turn quickly.

Lizzie gasped with an admired smile on her face and approached you quickly.

"You look won-der-ful!" She holds your hand and makes you do a little spin, a slight blush of shyness arrives on your cheeks while you give a soft giggle.

She releases from your hand and goes to the chair where two purses are hanging, one in a yellow and white tone and the other all white with small details in golden, she takes your lip gloss on top of the vanity and puts it inside the white purse, along with a mascara and a pink lip moisturizer that she puts in the yellow one, Going to you, she extends the white and you take it and put it on your shoulder.

"Let's go... the girls told me that Oliver is already waiting for me downstairs!" She says excited, ready to leave the dorm.

…

The great hall was splendid, in a whole shade of dark blue, the false sky with small and bright stars, the music was lively but still calm, couples were dancing in the center and some other people and groups of friends on the decorated tables.

You entered right behind Oliver and Lizzie, enjoying the place.

You sat at a table together where you shared a small talk to pass the time, as far as you could no longer ignore the passionate looks that Olive sent to her best friend and decided to leave them alone for a few minutes.

"I'm going to get something to drink, I'll be right back..." you asked excuse me getting up from the table with a gentle smile on her lips, Liz reciprocated shyly before giving all her attention to the brunette next to her.

Following up to a large table that was full of appetizers and different types of drinks, you took a red plastic cup and filled it with strawberry punch, from afar you could see Lizzie and olive sharing laughter, so you decided it was better to stay there for a while.

you got distracted looking down at your fingers while playing with the golden rings there, so distracted that you didn’t hear or notice when a tall brown boy came up to your side.

"Hey! you here!" Cedric said excitedly coming to your side with a little tap on your shoulder.

your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden presence of the boy, you turned to him with a small glance at his hand on your shoulder, visibly shy.

your heart began to beat faster in your chest and suddenly your throat was dry and your head could not find words to answer the boy with such beautiful eyes.

"Cedric... hi" you were louder than usual on account of the music playing, a small smile on your lips.

"You look good." he says in a charming tone approaching you, he passes by your side as he approaches the table behind you.

your cheeks are flushed with the comment and you don't know how to answer so you just chuckle shyly and admire him as he looks at the table.

"Thank you." you wanted to say that he looked good too but the words don’t seem to want to leave your mouth.

He serves himself in a red plastic cup just like yours, you watch him as he takes a gray canteen out of his suit pocket and baptizes the drink in the cup, you look at him and he seems not to notice, you look away at the couples dancing in the center of the Great hall.

He leans against your side, an arm leaning on the table behind your back without touching you, you suppress your lips, nervous with his proximity, playing with your rings again you swear you can feel your heart almost jumping from your chest.

He lifts the canteen as if offering you some of the whiskey he kept in his suit.

"Do you drink?" he asks with a gentle smile as if asking a casual question.

you look around nervous to see if any teacher is looking at you, which fortunately is not.

"No, but thank you." you gently refuse with a shy smile, he nods and hides the canteen on his suit again.

Now it’s his turn to watch the couples dancing in the center of the prom, a huge jealousy hitting his chest as he sees Cho Chang dancing in the arms of another boy.

You don’t follow his gaze, still playing your rings, the silence starts to bother you when he suddenly catches your hand, you look at him surprised, kinda bothered by the sudden touch.

"Do you want to dance?" he asks with an almost nervous smile.

suddenly you were speechless again, he wanted to dance? with you?

you nodded looking a little bit more lively, a big smile popping up on your lips.

was playing a song you didn’t know as Cedric took you to the center of the Great Hall, his hand resting on your waist.

you danced in a funny sync, but for you, everything seemed perfect. At least until you realize that Cedric wasn’t even paying attention to you.

you exclaimed softly in pain as he stepped on a finger as you danced, stopping for a few seconds.

He suddenly takes his eyes off something he was staring at behind you and looks at you surprised, then gives a little look at your foot, realizing his mistake.

"Oh, sorry, really sorry, I swear I’m not that bad normally" he apologizes with a nervous expression.

You can only nod your head and agree with a fake smile realizing that he doesn’t even care to look at you while apologizing, you follow his gaze and find none other than Cho Chang dancing and laughing with some other Corvinal boy.

You look away before he notices, and look down at your feet, gathering the courage to give an excuse to leave, he seems to notice.

"hey... you all right?" he asks with a gentle little smile and pretending to be worried.

So you look up at him, and you realize that he wasn’t trying to hurt you, of course, it was a little rude to treat you as a second choice, but it wasn’t his fault if he didn’t have feelings for you.

You sigh quietly “im sorry, cedric, i gotta go”

You don’t wait for an answer and get rid of his arms without looking at him because you know if he asks looking in your eyes you would stay.

Passing the couples dancing together you run a firm step out of the Great Hall, hoping to be alone for a while.

The thought of coming to the prom alone was beginning to look pathetic in your head, you should have stayed in your dorm.

you pass through the corridor of the stairs and follow to the courtyard, a bubble of anguish forming in your throat, along with the burning in the tip of your nose, indicating the will to cry.

You always used to cry for silly things, as simple as they were, like the end of a romantic book, or a sad movie, sometimes happiness, sometimes anger.

Now you felt pathetic, for not having a pair and having been made second choice, a mixture of sadness and upset formed the tears in the corner of your eyes.

You leaned on the stone wall, your hands covering your eyes to prevent more tears from falling.

the sound of you back on the stone wall catches Matthew attention, he looks back and would not have noticed that you were crying if not for the hand in your eyes, you sobbed silently.

He lets the cigarette smoke out of his mouth still holding it between his lips if he mentally asks if he should ask you what was happening or should sneak out while you hadn’t noticed his presence.

He analyzes your whole body, from the white Maryjane on your feet to the jewelry you wore on your neck, before sighing softly and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, his night was so boring that he needed a distraction.

Matthew also did not have a prom date, but not for lack of choice, nor would he come to this dance considered ridiculous in his vision, refused one or two dates saying that he would not attend, unfortunately, Lorenzo, one of his best friends, convinced him to stay at least a few minutes before disappearing with his escort, Matthew tired of being alone decided to go out to smoke without being caught by some of the teachers, he planned to finish and climb back to his dorm.

His plans were ruined.

You feel the smell of cigarettes and the presence next to you and take your hand out of your eyes to look at Matthew next to you, your cheeks red by crying, and now the shame of being caught crying, matching with the tip of your nose also reddish and your eyes glowing with tears.

He looks at you and then realizes why your dress is white, was to match your angelic appearance, he notes mentally to thank Lorenzo later for forcing him to come.

"hi." he whispers with a neutral expression, not so serious but also not smiling.

"Hi?" you whisper, yet come out as a question.

You wipe the corner of your eyes, looking elsewhere than him, still ashamed of being caught crying over something so silly.

"Why aren’t you at the prom?" he asks as if you’re not crying, without asking your name as if you already know each other.

Uncertain of what to say, because you did not want to open up to a stranger, especially when the unknown was the son of the frightening professor of potions, Tom Riddle.

"I... found it boring." you whisper shyly, your hands playing with the heart pendant of your necklace.

"so boring that it made you want to cry? what a coincidence, me too, I just wiped my tears." he says with a serious tone but visibly joking.

You let out a giggle realizing that he took your lie, forgetting what had just happened.

"All right, it’s just a silly motive."

"Will you tell me you don’t have someone to dance with?" he asks with a giggle as if he’s joking.

"I haven’t." Your smile falls and you look at your own feet.

He tilts his head to look at your face, not believing that someone so beautiful and dressed so well is crying for not having someone to dance with.

"you’re lying."

"I’m not." you whisper uncertainly and he giggles out of disbelief.

After a few seconds in silence, he puts the cigarette in his mouth again, and from a puff, you watch as he releases the smoke between his lips and takes the cigarette out of his mouth again.

The cold began to bother you, your hands rose and your arms crossed above your chest in search of heat, he notices and comes a little closer, not so much not to scare you.

"Was it someone who made you cry?" he asks quietly, alternating between looking at you and the cigarette on his fingers.

"yes."

"your boyfriend?"

"No." you reply, feeling foolish again, for crying over a boy who isn’t even your boyfriend. "It’s silly."

He stares at you as he leans his head against a stone wall, your eyes still sparkling from tears as you look at your shoe, he notes that the tears lightly blurred your mascara.

He lifts his fingers to the tip of your eyes and passes his thumb over the stain carefully, you look at him uncertain with the proximity, your cheeks turning pink again, and he smiles noticing you blushing with the touch.

"was stained" he clarifies

"with mascara?" he nods agreeing, the cold starting to bother him too.

"Don’t you want to come in? It’s getting cold in here, and you’re out of coat." He whispers, putting his cigarette out on the wall behind him, before throwing it on the floor, wet from the rain earlier.

"I think I’ll go back to my dorm." you whisper letting your hands slip to the side of your body.

"Oh no you can’t leave," he says quickly, thinking of some reason to make you stay, not knowing that you didn’t need much because you hadn’t yet learned to say no, as much as it was someone unknown.

"I can’t?" you ask confused

"No... because... I wanted you to dance with me." he says at once without thinking, dancing? he didn’t dance, what had gone through his head?

His voice comes out neutral but he curses himself mentally, he did not want you to leave but he also did not want to dance.

"Do you want to dance with me?" you blush and suppress a smirk, he sighs without knowing how to answer.

"Yes." No, he doesn’t.

you smile with the words that come out of his lips.

Ok, maybe he wants, just a little.

"Okay." you smile shyly, looking at him slightly flushed, he looks between your glossy lips and your eyes shining.

He accompanies you to the Great hall again, making silly comments to keep you distracted, you thank him mentally.

"I don’t have a pair either, nor is it that bad right?" he says as you arrive.

"not much" you respond softly

a song ends when you arrive, and one of your favorite songs starts playing.

You take a deep breath and your smile increases, you start to think that the universe was trying to make you sad just to make you happy again.

Matthew has his hand on your waist while guiding you to the center of the Great Hall, which did not have as many couples as before, Fade Into You played in the background while the lights changed to a dark blue tone.

Your chests were glued and you were smaller than him, he can smell the floral smell of your shampoo, and then he takes a deep breath discreetly to feel it better.

You look up at him shyly, not knowing what to say to end the silence.

I wanna hold the hand Inside you

you whisper something quietly to him

I wanna take the breath thats true

"Sorry, I didn’t catch that" he whispers so just you can hear and bends down a little to hear you better, your bodies still dancing in sync truly perfect.

I look to you and i see nothing

you stand on tiptoe, your hand on his shoulder as you say in his ear "Thank you" It is still low but he could hear why you said it in his ear this time.

i look to you to see the truth

He had no idea what you were thanking him for, and neither did you.

You live your life, you go in shadows

"oh no, I should thank you." He whispers back to you, he talks louder, and he doesn’t have to say it in your ear, but he does it anyway.

You’ll come apart and you'll go blind

you shiver with his hoarse voice in your ear as he smiles at your reaction, realizing that maybe he likes to see you blush, even if the blue light is in the way.

Some kind of night into your darkness

he leaves a kiss on your neck next to your ear before he looks up again, his action making your heart race, you had never received this much attention from some boy.

Colors your eyes with what is not there

you smile shyly and he reciprocates before looking up around, you lower your head, and lean on his shoulder, while your bodies dance slowly, his hand that was previously intertwined with yours loose and goes down to your waist, his hand that was once intertwined with yours loose and descends to your waist, his arms hold you there, on his chest, your own hands follow his movements and climb to his neck, the silence began to get comfortable.

Fade into you

Stranger, you never knew

Fade into you

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ice cream thief [ l.dh ]

pairing ⇢ perv roommate!hyuck x afab!reader (mentioned other nct members + karina)

word count ⇢ 12.8k

synopsis ⇢ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?

warnings ⇢ 18+, dubcon, invasion of privacy, filming with and without consent, voyeurism (hyuck is a peeping tom), exhibitionism, panty stealing, toys, multiple orgasms, nipple play (m & f receiving) , cum eating, oral (f receiving), switch but mainly sub!hyuck, reader has a bdsm relationship with johnny, yuta, and jaehyun, switch but mainly dom!reader, handcuffs, unprotected sex, cream pie, hyuck is a little bi icon, lots of masturbation (m & f), excessive talk of legend of zelda (SORRY), anal (not super detailed), use of good boy & pervert, slapping, overstimulation, mentioned (bdsm, bondage, whips, rope/shibari, threesomes, mxm, scissoring, spit roasting, getting high, double penetration, marking) pls let me know if i missed anything

playlist ⇢ creep_radiohead / obsession_sky ferreira / nothings going to hurt you baby_cigarettes after sex / wet nightmare_bibi / i wanna be your slave_måneskin / use me_bill withers / sweet_cigarettes after sex / guys my age_hey violet / sexy silk_cumkitten / pussy is god_king princess

a/n ⇢ i'm trying to get better at making the reader as general as possible please let me know any ways i can improve!

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“no one is stealing your goddamn ice cream,” you groan, rolling your eyes. you’re currently having a “house meeting” in the kitchen, more like you and your roommates get yelled at by your other roommate haechan for 30 minutes. you’re sitting at the end of the island beside jaemin and karina who is leaning next to the wall while haechan stands across from the counter in front of the fridge waving an empty box around.

“well, where the fuck are my double vanilla yogurt bars going?” he says waving the box around for dramatics.

“who the fuck wants double vanilla ass yogurt ice cream bars,” jaemin argues.

“literally we have chocolate, strawberry,” jaemin gags, “even cones, why would we want double vanilla,” karina quips while you roll your eyes.

“because it’s the best ice cream in the world,” he groans, running his hands through his hair.

“yeah maybe to old white dudes,” karina says, making you and jaemin giggle.

“listen i get it, no one wants to fess up. you’re embarrassed, feeling guilty even,” you scoff at his dramatics. “but just tell me between friends, i will forgive you if you buy me a new box.” no one says anything, just stares across the counter at haechan. “god i hate all of you. i swear i’m moving out.”

“finally, let me know if you need help packing,” you smile as he storms off middle finger raised in your direction.

“so which one of you ate the ice cream?” karina whispers, you and jaemin shake your heads hearing haechan's door slam.

“swear i didn't, i would probably have the strawberry before double vanilla,” he grimaces.

“same, i would just go without, who wants double vanilla anyways? i bet he just doesn’t remember eating them.” you laugh.

haechan sat in his room sulking and determined to figure out who was eating his precious ice cream. this wasn’t the first time it happened and it had only gotten worse. he pondered which one of his housemates would eat his ice cream.

karina was in her green juice phase and probably wasn’t eating ice cream but if she was she would want the "healthiest" option which were the double vanilla yogurt bars. she couldn’t be marked off the list.

jaemin would definitely eat the double vanilla bars. especially when he would just open the freezer and grab anything that didn’t have a strawberry pink label. haechan grumbled to himself pulling his fingers through his hair.

and you, you would totally eat his ice cream just to spite him. you would probably throw away an uneaten bar just to annoy him, give them out to delivery men, or offer them to your annoying friends.

he furiously typed into his search bar. “how to stop roommates from stealing food.”

he scrolls reading over the bulleted list.

write your name on everything

that wouldn’t work, jaemin would just read it and ignore it.

hide the food in an unlikely place

where can he hide ice cream unless he got a mini freezer and that just seemed like too much work.

douse the food in hot sauce, chili powder, etc.

wouldn’t that just ruin the food for him?

install cameras to present evidence of the theft

bingo

haechan had plenty of access to cameras, the tech, and the knowledge to install nanny cams. his it major finally came to his aid during his time of woe.

he made a plan, go to the tech lab and talk to kun about security cameras. he can play it off that it’s for a friend, his mom, or maybe his roommates wanted to feel safer. then he could install them on thursday morning when everyone was in class. then he would wait for someone to eat his ice cream and catch them in the act. foolproof right?

“so wait, why do you need cameras again?” kun asked, rummaging through a box of wires.

“it’s for a friend they asked me since they knew i was majoring in it,” haechan says nonchalantly, pushing his hands in his pockets.

“oh cool, you said home security right?” haechan nodded, moving to the side after kun got up with various wires in his hands. he followed kun to another part of the tech lab.

“just don’t set them up in locker rooms. some dude did that a few years ago and i helped him pick them out. god, i felt sick after.”

“god no, just home security, said he has some weird roommates or something,” haechan shook his head. watching over kun’s shoulder as he scrolled through some tech website.

“okay, i would go with one of these if it’s just basic home security. they have an app for easy access and pretty good quality cameras,” kun says, clicking on one of the images before scrolling through. haechan nodded, eyes dancing over the webpage.

“sounds good to me, can you order them?” kun nodded, adding the items to the cart.

“does he need any wifi extenders?” haechan shook his head looking over the total price. still cheaper than a mini freezer. “i’ll let you know when they come in.”

“thanks, dude, i’ll venmo you,” haechan says walking away.

“do you need help setting them up?”

“nope.”

the cameras came in faster than haechan even expected, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to restock his ice cream bars to set up the trap. he waited for the perfect time when everyone was out of the apartment in class, studying, or doing whatever haechan didn’t care enough to ask.

he took to unboxing the set of five cameras, one for the kitchen right above the fridge, one diagonal from the fridge to get the full angle of the theft, one in the living room facing the couch and the hall, and one for a wide angle of the living room. he had one to spare so he decided to put it in the corner of his room to see if anyone was snooping around.

it took him about an hour to set up the two in the kitchen, fiddling back and forth on his phone and with the cameras to perfect the angle. walking back and forth to make sure the entire walk from the hall would be caught and no denying could happen.

one camera was hidden between some old cereal boxes he and jaemin had used for a project that they never threw away. the other was between the bread maker karina had stopped using two weeks after getting it and was just collecting dust and the protein powder.

it took him about an hour more for the two in the living room, making sure the camera was facing the couch fully because that would definitely be where the culprit would enjoy the sweet treat.

the camera was tilted slightly to hide nicely on the corner of the dvd shelf. the other was squeezed snuggly between some half-dead plants on the window sill, viewing the full kitchen, part of the dining table, living room, and the hall.

haechan was lucky his room was on one side of the house and his three roommates were down the opposite hall. so it was unlikely one of them would come down his hall unless it was for a shower or to piss.

he finally fiddled with the one in his room more for fun but he thought of the possibilities of “accidentally” filming while fucking some hot chick he brought home or even the occasional big bulky dude he would find on some field or court who wanted to experiment when he needed to get fucked.

he didn’t want to be a creep and it wouldn’t be like he’d share the footage if it happened but it would be a nice bonus. getting to relive a good fucking on some shitty camera like a perv.

he wouldn’t openly admit to being a pervert, but he was. he often got off on being watched and watching other people, that’s why he liked going to the gym, not for the workout or health benefits, but the view of some hot girl sweating while doing squats or the best part seeing hot guys in the locker rooms and if he was lucky getting to shower beside them peaking at their cocks hanging heavily between their legs next to him.

he loved the thrill of jerking off in the corner of the showers waiting for some muscled beefcake to come in and embarrass him before cursing and manhandling him. his fantasies never quite came true but that didn’t stop him from releasing onto the tile below him while he tweaked his nipples and the water hit his chest.

haechan often found himself in these “compromising” positions. like the time he hid in the closet of some frat dude's room while he watched his friends, jeno and jaemin, fuck some sorority girl.

he didn’t mean to get high and roam the house ending up in some closet, but what was he gonna do when they came in and spit-roasted her right through the slits in the door. so he shut up as best he could and jerked off while peaking out. he hated to admit being jealous of his friends and the girl but he couldn’t help it.

he also didn’t mean to listen in when his housemates brought someone around and didn’t realize he was there. he would stand in the hall watching jaemin fuck some cheerleader until she was brainless or karina bringing over some girl to “study” but he watched them scissor for like 20 minutes and they never noticed. you however never brought anyone home at least that he knew of.

he’d heard stories from his friends about how you were apparently into being dominated by older men, but haechan didn’t fully believe it. at least not the stories his older friends johnny, yuta, and jaehyun would tell of you. how you liked to be whipped and cuffed to the bed while johnny edged you, or how yuta would tie intricate ropes around you bending you into pretzel-like positions before making you cry, and jaehyun boasted about making you cum some insane amount until you passed out on his cock. you were too annoying and mean to be submissive, and far too uptight to be into adventurous casual sex.

the stories did get him off though just like viewing his other roommates in secret, the thought of his little prude roommate being into nasty sex had gotten him hard. after hearing all about it he excused himself to the bathroom and came in his fist embarrassingly fast.

it didn't take long to start getting notifications of motion most of the time being someone arriving home or leaving. he gets strangely excited at the prospect of catching someone at the fridge but every time it has been for something lame like eggs or soda. he had started to worry about the house eating habits when everyone was only eating eggs, popcorn, and frozen food.

by the third day he’s grown accustomed to the notifications on his phone of detected movement. it's not as exciting when it’s the fifth time of the day and he knows it will probably just be jaemin making toast. but he opens it quickly waiting for the app to load.

before he sees you sitting on the couch, knees to your chest twirling something in your mouth. he grins convinced he had caught the ice cream thief. he started his car ready to rush home and catch you in the act, that is until you pull it out of your mouth. squinting bringing his phone closer to make sure it is his ice cream his eyes widen when he realizes it’s not his ice cream but a dildo of some sort.

you wouldn't, there's no way you would in the living room. his mouth hung open watching you bring the toy back to your lips. he was surprised by the camera quality when he could see your spit dribbling down the toy and collecting at the corners of your mouth.

he should have closed his phone and put it on silent never to be thought of again, but he can’t look away, he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop staring.

he gaped when you opened your knees and moved one hand between your legs flipping your skirt up revealing some light blue panties. he’s sure he’s seen them in your hamper or when you accidentally left them in the wash that one time. he watched as your hand slithered between your legs pressing against your heat, squinting in surprise seeing a dark spot growing under your hand.

his eyes were scanning quickly trying to take in the entire scene watching you with one hand over your panties and the other swirling what he assumed to be silicone between your lips. he can’t believe you of all people would be getting off in the living room knowing any of your roommates could walk in. little miss goody two shoes had a thing for exhibitionism he smirked.

you moved the toy from your lips, a line of spit still connected until the toy slid over your panties. he gasped when you moved your other hand from between your legs to pull your shirt up tits falling out.

he had seen you naked a few times completely accidentally of course, not that he didn’t keep the image in his head permanently. one time when he walked into the bathroom while you were changing before turning around swiftly and attempting to avert his eyes while you cursed him out. it was your fault for not locking the door.

or when johnny’s frat had a pool party and your swimsuit came untied during a game of chicken. nipples hard and perked from the cool water and right in front of his face. he recalls the embarrassment that flooded your face when you realized before your hands covered up quickly. he had jerked off later to the thought of fucking your tits.

he remembers how he couldn’t get your cute nipples off his brain for like a week after. it pissed him off how you walked around the house braless, nipples pointed right in his face. you were also the bane of his existence you were so annoying and difficult, but so fucking hot but you pissed him off with your bratty attitude.

but he loved the way you scolded him and grabbed and pulled his hair when he went too far, or when you yelled at him and called him names with an angry tone in your voice and pout on your lips all because he had spoiled the new season of stranger things.

he shook his head before pressing his palm to his face and moving his glasses to rub his eyes. he should turn it off. there's no going back if he keeps watching, but he just couldn’t look away. he had to make a decision and he did, taping the full-screen icon in the corner, turning off his car, and sitting back to watch.

he wished it was his hand pinching your nipples, making you sigh and bite your lip. he was too busy staring at them to notice you press a button on your toy before pressing it to your clit and grinding against it. his eyes trailed down when he noticed the movement. he felt his mouth water when the darkness grew in your panties.

you had to stop yourself from letting the feeling take over, wanting to be filled up before you came. you pulled your toy away and moved your hand from your nipples to pull your panties to the side. you could feel how sticky and wet you were. you wished it was someone else between your legs a warm body fucking you open.

haechan’s mouth fell open with your pussy on display. he watched your hole flutter just begging to be filled up. he could feel his cock pressing against his jeans as you slid the toy between your folds leaning your head back against the couch. it was smaller than him from what he could tell. why was he even comparing his dick to his least favorite roommate's dildo?

his mind was just playing horny tricks on him while you were using one hand to pull your panties aside and the other to slip your blue toy into your cunt. haechan watched your mouth open and eyes close. somewhere in the back of his perverted mind, he wished the camera had sound.

he watched in delight when he saw your toes curling against the cushions and your hand speeding up between your thighs. you took it so well spreading your legs wider and mouth hanging open. he knew you sounded good and he could practically hear you whining. he jumped when your eyes met his through the screen he could swear you could see him watching.

he needed to shut his phone off and throw it out his car window but he also wanted you to know he was watching like a nasty peeping tom. he kept watching the way your eyes glazed over, your hips rutting up to meet your flicking wrist.

he didn’t realize but he had started grinding against his hand pressed between his legs. he felt so fucking pathetic in the library parking lot unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. and anyone walking by could see his windows weren’t nicely tinted but cheaply tinted and that just made it more exhilarating.

he continued staring at his phone jerking his terribly hard cock in his fist whining wantonly in the quiet car. he tried to match his fist with yours, bringing his hand to the tip when you pulled out before pressing back into your cunt and he would fuck up into his own fist. he felt his forehead growing sweaty and he watched you slide deeper into the couch, knees bending harshly and pressing into your chest.

you looked so desperate thrusting your hips up and your brow furrowed concentrating on your incoming orgasm. haechan was wondering if you were close because god he already was briefly removing his hand to spit in his palm and coat his aching cock.

he looked up for a second sensing movement to his right, watching some group of guys walk by his car not noticing the movement right under their noses. it only made him harder if that was possible reaching down grabbing his balls squeezing tightly making him hold his breath.

his eyes focused back on you but you were slowing down and he was hoping you weren’t stopping. were you into edging like johnny had told him? he watched intently massaging his balls breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth waiting for your next move.

you pulled the toy out of your cunt and he whined when a wet glob of slick dripped out not to mention the wetness coating the toy that you were bringing back to your lips. he brought his hand back to grip his dick, holding the base and pressing it down between his legs before letting it slap up against his stomach with a hiss, while you cleaned off your toy.

he watched you stand up and slip your panties off your legs, what he wouldn’t do to steal those and shove them down his throat? maybe he could sneak them from your dirty laundry.

you turned around bending over the back of the couch making him whine, a perfect view of your ass bent at the best angle, cunt still glistening below your tight asshole. his glasses were slipping down his nose from sweat but he didn’t care especially when you brought your toy to rub over your pussy. smearing your slick over your holes making a wet sticky mess that he would die to clean up.

he’d started thrusting into his fist again trying to be patient and slow like you were. bringing the toy to press against your rim while your head turned hoping to catch a glimpse of your taut hole being teased. he watched you push the limit seeing the way your toes curled when you tried pushing in dry, your cunt clenching at the pressure above.

you whimpered but he wouldn’t know that just watched the way you bit your lip before bringing the toy to your cunt and pressing in fully arching your back when you had buried it fully between your legs. he stared at the way your thighs flexed and met the base of your toy as it filled you up.

he could even see drool starting to fall from your open mouth. he wanted to hold back and wait to cum but you just looked so delicious he couldn’t help his hand speeding up. his whines raised in pitch as he pumped his girth it definitely was not as good as your pussy probably felt.

his own pleasure was distracting him, making his eyes close and he had to practically pry them open to watch you again. he didn’t know how close you were, only you did.

if he had noticed the way your head fell forward on the cushions and legs tried to squeeze together and wrist flicking lazier. he would have known but he didn’t. he didn’t see it coming when you came with a silent cry, legs tightening, ass shivering. he didn’t realize until you were cumming. hadn’t heard you whimper “i’m gonna cum.” into your palm.

he came with you completely accidentally, pulling his hand away too late, cum already spurting out before he could stop it, hips twitching along with his dick. he whimpered bringing his hand back to milk his cock, thick cum leaking onto his sweatshirt sleeve, and steering wheel. an embarrassing amount pooled on his stomach as his breathing evened out.

bringing his attention back to his phone he watched you pull the toy from your cunt another thick gush of slick dripped down hitting the couch below you. he hoped you didn’t do the considerate thing and clean it up but he knew you would.

you laid the toy beside you bringing your fingers between your legs and toes curling when you made contact with your swollen cunt. his mouth watered when you dipped your fingers in to collect the juices and lifted it to your mouth to suck them clean.

once you both had caught your breath he dug around in his glove box for napkins swiping at the drying cum on his sweatshirt and steering wheel. you were cleaning up your own mess and he left his phone open catching a glimpse of your wobbly legs when you got up.

eventually he closed his phone, guilt taking over him, he just watched his roommate get off. it definitely wasn’t the first time or the last so the feeling drifted away quickly. the idea of installing a camera in your room even crossed his sick and twisted mind but he knew that was too far.

he was tucking his softening length into his pants when a banging at his window startled him looking up to see shotaro and yangyang banging on the glass. he clutched his chest after swiftly zipping his jeans before unlocking the doors and they got in.

“what are you doing bombarding me during my meditation?”

“you said you were leaving like 30 minutes ago, the fuck are you still doing here?” yangyang questioned from the back seat.

“didn’t you have some meeting or something?” shotaro questioned with a smile.

“shit,” he did have a meeting at the caf about a group project that he was now almost 20 minutes late for.

“did you get distracted or something your car smells like you fucked?” yangyang said laughing as he leaned forward between the two front seats.

“and if i did you’d be jealous so i can’t talk about it.”

despite having watched you cum in the living room via camera nothing about your dynamic changed. that was something haechan was good at distancing his peeping adventures and the people he actually peeped on. he didn’t find it awkward to be around them later even after seeing their most intimate moments. he did steal a pair of your dirty panties though but you didn’t seem to notice yet, at least that he was aware.

and just as expected he did watch you again not even a week later a notification lighting up his phone hoping again to find the ice cream culprit but to see you swinging your legs open bringing some type of purple wand vibrator between your legs in the most erotic way. head dropping back as you upped the vibrations, stomach tensing when you pulled the toy away, hips canting up to chase the feeling.

he snuck off to the bathroom of his job and came while he set his phone up on the sink and watched himself in the mirror.

it seemed to be almost like clockwork. you waited until you were sure everyone was out and you’d slip into the living room spreading out with some toy or your fingers and going to town. and like clockwork, haechan would open his phone as if on cue to see you putting on a show for him and he’d grip his cock and jerk off. able to cum when he started recognizing when you were close.

he did save all the videos using them later in his room late at night humping his pillow, or early in the morning in the shower even getting bold enough to leave his door open hoping you would hear his whimpers and come stare at him while he came to his stockpile of footage.

he had even started carrying his ipad around with him so he could watch both cameras he had set up in the living room. using the larger screen to view the camera on the dvd shelf directly in front of where you would usually sit and his phone for the wide angle in case you decided to change positions.

he looked like some crazy hacker sneaking off to the back seat of his car setting up his devices. somewhere along the lines he bought another flesh light to keep in his car. he may or may not have searched for a pocket pussy that resembled yours at least from what he could tell.

he would try to mimic the positions you were in, leaning back when you would ride a toy, fantasizing about you riding him, or rising to his knees leaning over to hump into the sticky silicone hole when you would bend over the couch.

he sadly still hadn’t caught his ice cream thief even though the ice cream was still being eaten by someone he just either didn’t see the notification or they were way too quick with their hands.

he’d also visited kun again. this time asking about the sound for the cameras. giving some story about his friends’ roommates talking shit about them and wanted to know what about.

he felt like a kid on christmas when thee mics came in, installing them quickly and testing their quality. hoping to all the gods, that he knew wouldn’t let him into heaven at this point, that you would be desperate and needing to get off that very day so he could verify the sound quality. he wrote it off as trying to figure out if he could hear a wrapper when someone was at the fridge, not that he wanted to hear your whining and moaning.

and by some stroke of luck you did get desperate and by a double stroke of luck you had plans that night. plans that included two large cocks filling you up so you needed to prep of course and haechan didn’t even know the show that was accidentally in store for him.

he watched on, intently as you slowly with slick fingers dipped past your tight rim. he gawked at the way you whimpered when you curled your fingers inside of you. his airpods weren’t enough somehow and he hurriedly dug through his bag for his noise canceling headphones.

when they connected he swore he could cum from the surround sound of your cries. he paid extra attention to each movement the way your voice changed or cracked when you added a finger. scissoring inside of your opening your warm walls, what he wouldn’t give to be inside of them himself.

“just a little more,” you slurred before pressing a third finger inside of you, back arching into the fullness. you were talking yourself through it whimpering and moaning, biting your lip in concentration.

he was starting to regret not exiting the library and at least hiding in a bathroom stall, now he was stuck in the back corner of the british history section on the third floor with a hard on and live porn on his phone.

but he didn’t stop or even make a move, continuing to watch you stretch yourself the audio proving to be the best investment since the cameras. each little sigh was picked up on the mic he had cleverly placed next to the couch.

it was getting hard both literally and figuratively to not whip out his cock and jerk off behind some dusty textbooks. so he pressed his hand against his crotch hissing at the contact and grinding slightly into his palm.

he tilted his head back against the wall, eyes widening and bringing his phone closer when you started pulling your fingers from your hole. your empty rim clenched, almost begging to be filled again.

“fuck,” you choked, reaching around beside you to grip your large plug pushing yourself up to grab your lube. haechan watched curiously seeing you squeeze a large amount onto the glass toy.

you wondered if the boys you were going to see would call you pretty when they bent you over and saw the pretty flower pressed into your hole stretching you out. you shivered in anticipation, fingers moving to grip the base bringing it to your rim and sinking it slowly inside. you tried to go slow but the bulb felt so good stretching you out so you thrust backwards groaning at the stretch.

haechan can hear you loud and clear and it’s going straight to his cock before he realizes he’s rutting his hips rubbing himself against his hand. watching desperately as you fuck yourself with the pretty plug.

he had gotten used to your toy collection finding you far more experimental than he ever imagined, from dildos to vibrators and wands and now plugs. he wondered what all you had in your little treasure chest hidden in your room somewhere. he began to believe all the stories he had heard considering you surprised him each time he caught you.

his brows tilt up in confusion when you slow your movements letting the plug settle between your cheeks. you're breathing slowly resting your head on the arm of the couch before you get up, grabbing the lube and going down the hall. he waits for a few seconds then a minute before you return to clean up the spot you occupied before.

you weren’t stopping right? you hadn’t even cum you always came at least once. he recalled the time you had continued holding a vibrator to your clit until you were shaking and crying unsure of how many times you had actually released but the slick puddle glistening underneath you told him enough.

he waits patiently watching his phone but you don’t reappear and his cock is hard and needy, twitching in his pants. he groans head hitting the wall behind him dropping his phone against his leg next to the outline of his dick. he tries to think of turn offs but truly he didn’t have many and whatever he thought of led him back to something that turned him on.

now he was left in the british history section with blue balls and flushed cheeks trying to decide what to do. he wondered what you were doing walking around the house still naked with a plug stretching your ass. so he did what he knew to do. text you.

evil roommate

what are you doing tonight?

he stared at his phone waiting for something, seeing your phone light up where it set on the coffee table. he watched you pick it up rolling your eyes and for some reason it made him more interested in you.

y/n

why does it matter?

he smirked at your response still peeking at the mini screen in the corner of his phone watching you sit back on the couch position oddly reminiscent of the first time he watched you. knees bent and legs spread just enough for him to view your glistening cunt and the glass base peeking out between your cheeks.

evil roommate

just wondering? maybe i have plans or something?

he waited for you to see the notification not ignoring the way your fingers danced between your legs to collect the cream spilling from your cunt.

y/n

well i won’t be home if that’s what you mean?

his eyebrow raised. if you were going to study or out with your friends you would just say that not beat around the bush. he got distracted though when your fingers circled your clit lazily. it felt more intimate for some reason. the fact that he was talking to you and watching you.

evil roommate

:( not staying cooped up in your room all night?

your fingers sped up wetness being spread around your soft pussy. you rolled your eyes wishing haechan would just shut up. you knew you couldn’t cum yet johnny had already made explicit rules but he didn’t say you couldn’t edge yourself.

y/n

i don’t want to be witness to whatever weird “plans” you have

he grinned, if only you knew. his plans consisted of watching videos of you and busting as many nuts as possible. if you weren’t home he would be able to sneak in and steal another pair of panties. he breathed deeply thinking of your smell that was so close but so far away. recalling how hard he had cum when he had stolen them before. fabric shoved in his mouth, your taste lingering on his tongue. the panties between his teeth silenced his loud whine when his eyes rolled back and legs started shaking. god he needed to stop his mind from wandering; he was just getting harder.

evil roommate

how do you know i have weird plans? when have i ever done anything weird at our house?

you stopped, lifting your sticky fingers to your mouth as you read your phone. he watched you furrow your brows and type back quickly.

y/n

when have you done anything normal? just don’t do your plans in my room i like cleanliness.

evil roommate

seriously what are you doing though

y/n

it’s none of your beeswax

evil roommate

going to meet up with johnny or yuta? or both?

his lips twitch when he sees your eyes widen when you read the message. he could read you like a book, confirming his suspicions. not only were the guys' stories most likely true but you were going to meet up with both of them to get your back blown out. haechan wanted to be a fly on whatever wall got to witness that scene. he watches you squirm and shuffle around typing and deleting and typing and deleting a response.

evil roommate

what embarrassed? cat got your tongue?

you rolled your eyes, biting your lip while you thought of a response. he was right but he didn’t need to know that. you didn’t want you sex crazed roommate having any intimate information about your sex life let alone what you did with johnny or yuta.

y/n

it’s literally none of your business if i’m seeing anyone or no one. but fyi johnny invited me over to see the movie he’s been working on for his final

that was technically true. johnny was working on a film for a final, he had been talking about it for a while. and you were going to view some sort of media he had filmed before. whether you were in it or not was none of haechan’s business. yuta also happened to be invited, johnny had been teasing the final cut of a tape he had made with you. sadly jaehyun was out of town for some away game. you were half happy and sad, happy you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole but sad you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole by the end of the night.

haechan knew what you were talking about. johnny had been filming a documentary since the beginning of the semester. he didn’t fully believe you unless you were going to do that and then get dicked down during or after.

evil roommate

okay fine just wondering what if i wanted to spend the evening with my most favorite housemate :)

you breathed out a laugh as if you were his favorite roommate. he knew he was your least favorite. you much preferred his friends being over eating your food and being loud to him just staying in his room.

y/n

yeah… you have the whole house to yourself to fuck whatever and whoever you should be happy just make sure the clean up after :)

he grinned to himself thinking of sitting in the very spot you were sitting completely naked on the couch. and he would take you up in that and fuck whatever and whoever while he was home alone. and he would watch videos of you while he did. maybe even connect his hdmi to the living room tv get your pretty pussy on the big screen.

you closed your phone, dropping it on the cushion beside you before getting up, mood ruined by haechan’s pestering. haechan watched the way your ass bounced as you walked down the hall to your room.

he closed his phone too. finally getting up grabbing his bag and stalking to the bathrooms locking the stall and finally getting the release you unknowingly withheld from him.

he paid extra attention to wake up earlier the next day despite his tiresome late night activities, and watch you come home. taking care to see any signs of hard sex, bruises, hickies, or even a limp.

but when you came home and he was sitting on the couch eating cereal he didn’t particularly notice which made him question all his conclusions from the day before. maybe you had just gone to johnny’s to watch his film and maybe u just liked wearing a butt plug around.

you didn’t talk to him when you got home heading straight for your room not even sparing him a glance as he stared at you searching for something.

he stayed on the couch for most of the day and into the evening playing tears of the kingdom to no end. not even noticing jaemin coming and going or karina complaining about some project she hasn’t started and needing to camp out at the library.

you eventually joined him in the living room giving in to his pestering to show you the new game you had been waiting to play. he talked way too much about all the new features that didn’t completely make sense but you listened anyway and watched him die by bokoblin’s.

his eyes caught sight of your neck when your shirt collar shifted seeing a bite mark hidden on your left breast. maybe his theories were correct, but his suspicions were distracting him, causing him to die once again.

his lack of skill in the new game had you laughing but also frustrated you, eventually grabbing the controllers and trying your hand but dying just as fast as he did. blaming it on his shitty weapons or lack of hearts.

“told you,” he said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair when you died once more, eyes drifting to your wrist noticing raised skin reminiscent of rope burn. thoughts wandering to what you looked like tied up.

“is this harder than breath of the wild or am i just rusty?”

“definitely both but you suck at breath of the wild too.”

“shut up!” you squealed faux throwing the controller at his head making him duck.

“wait let me show you this video.” he pulled out his phone, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “some dude used the building materials and built this walking stick man with a flamethrower for his dick.” he laughed, scrolling through his camera roll to find the video. he held the phone to your face and you watched on, laughter filling the room.

you grabbed the phone from his hand replaying the video watching the awkward wooden creation blast across the screen with a flame shooting from its lower half. your laughter faded turning into a face of confusion when you tapped the screen to rewind seeing the video thumbnails surrounding that one.

“what the fuck is this lee donghyuck!?” tapping the arrow in the corner, the screen filled with various thumbnails and many of you sitting in the very room you occupied now.

“oh not the government name,” he chuckled as he leaned forward to see what you were talking about the color draining from his face when you began playing a video, the static sound coming from his phone.

“what the actual fuck is this.” you shrieked, shoving the phone in his face and he looked like he was about to be sick. the video clip he had saved, one of you sitting in the exact chair he was sitting on, fingers drilling into yourself as you came with a cry.

“you’ve been filming me?” you were oddly calm in his opinion but his mind was racing trying to come up with something to say while his mouth was suddenly dry.

he had always fantasized about being caught during one of his escapades but that had never actually happened. and now that you were glaring at him asking him questions and his stomach was dropping to his ass.

“i asked you a question you fucking freak.”

“let me explain.”

“explain what? that you’re a fucking pervert who secretly films his roommate?” you shrill standing up and staring daggers down at him.

“i was trying to figure out who was stealing my ice cream.” he said shyly realizing how fucking stupid he sounded bringing his fingers to fiddle with the hem of his shorts.

“oh my god you fucking idiot. no one wants your fucking ice cream. you set up cameras and didn’t tell us? you know that’s illegal? are you fucking stupid or just dumb or both?” haechan peered up at you avoiding eye contact but trying to pay attention. his face felt hot and embarrassment flooded him with each passing second.

“i didn’t.” he paused, looking up at you through his lashes. “didn’t think it was a big deal since it’s like a common area. i didn’t mean to watch you but-“ he paused looking down between his legs. you laughed down at him tossing his phone on the table between the couch and chair where he sat.

“but what?” you questioned bringing your fingers to push his forehead back so he would meet your eyes. haechan was trying his hardest not to get hard knowing you could literally call the cops on him but you looked so hot glaring at him from above. he didn’t know that you were just as perverted as him, planning out how to punish him.

“i- it was an accident. the first time. really i swear.” he stared up at you, his hands raised in defense trying to make you believe him.

“then why did you save it? you were getting off to me weren’t you? fucking freak.” your words stung but went straight to his growing cock. he didn’t want to answer hoping his silence was enough.

“were you?”

“yes,” he whispered, before bringing his lips between his teeth.

“how many times?”

“i- i dunno.” he was being honest he lost track of the amount of times he had watched you. he knew it was more than 10 and probably less than 30 but he wasn’t totally sure.

“how long have you been doing it?” he tried to look away again, searching for an answer like it would appear in front of him. but you grabbed his face squeezing his cheeks in your hand making him look at you.

“maybe more than a month i - i can’t - don’t remember.” he stumbled over his words before you released his face but only to bring your hand back slapping his cheek. and he whined he fucking whined, raising his hand to rub at the reddening flesh.

“remember better then.”

“okay it was the day yang and taro came over and we ate all that pizza and you got mad at us because we spilled garlic sauce on your lit book. but we blamed taro so you wouldn’t be as mad since you like him but it was really yangyang that spilled it.” the confession came bubbling out like he was a volcano ready to erupt.

“haechan, that was over 2 months ago.” you sigh almost mocking him. “so you have been watching me everytime?” he nodded slightly.

“everytime?” you repeated.

“if i couldn’t watch it live i would save it and watch it when i could,” he confessed. something about the thought of him being so into it he would save it for later made you clench around nothing.

“did you cum too?” you could practically hear him gulp when you leaned down coming face to face with him. he didn’t answer, just attempted to avoid eye contact. “i fucking asked if you came while you watched me?”

“i couldn’t help it,” he stuttered.

“you know you’re fucking disgusting right?” you questioned bringing your hand to his face again rubbing over the red cheek before slapping it again. he hissed this time hips jumping up.

“a disgusting little pervert and you're getting off now aren’t you?” you brought your other hand to hover over his crotch before firmly gripping his length making him curse under his breath.

“you know i should call the police, the dean, file a report, get you kicked out of school at the least.” he nodded below you as you grazed his cheek with one hand and squeezed your other around his length.

“that wouldn’t be as fun though.” you smiled when you lifted a leg to straddle him. his breathing sped up when he felt you rest your warmth fully on his lap. he wanted to buck his hips into you, rut into your fist for some relief.

“i’m going to watch you now, and your little cameras in here are going to record it. then you’re going to save it and send it to me. got it?”

he nodded, his hair bouncing on his forehead before you leaned back, removing your hands from his face and clothed cock. he quickly moved his hands from his side, fiddling with his waistband to pull his cock out.

“nuhuh,” you stopped him. “i didn’t say i was gonna watch you get yourself off, did i?” he shook his head. “you think you deserve to touch yourself after that’s all you’ve been doing when you watch me?”

“i’m not going to let you have the joy of picking a toy, obviously.” you grinned, head tilting. “but what is your favorite? if you’ve been watching me i’m sure you’re familiar with them.” his eyes widen and scan the content in his mind focusing in on certain toys he’s seen you use.

“the purple one.” he says, picturing the small purple wand he had seen you many times and it always left you gushing. you raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing what toy he was talking about. you lifted yourself off of him walking around his chair and down the hall without a word.

he tried to steady his breathing and prepare himself for whatever you had in store. he was also insanely relieved you hadn’t immediately called the police to report him. he heard your door open and shut and your feet pat down the hall and behind him.

he gasped when he felt a cool medal on his right wrist, he turned quickly eyes shaking just as you closed a cuff around his wrist. he just stared as you yanked his other arm over his head and tightened the other cuff around it, securing his hands together before letting his arms fall in front of him and land on his lap.

he’d been cuffed before usually at his own volition or with this guy from his biochem class but that fizzled out a year or more ago. never by a hot girl like you who was about to punish him. you finally stood in front of him, light purple wand in one hand.

“your perverted little mind is probably running a mile a minute.” you were right he wanted to know what you were going to do to him, if his camera was getting all of this.

“stand up.” he tried to as quick as he could but his legs wobbled but he did it. you faced him and grabbed the chain that connected his hands pulling him to the couch where you had been sitting before releasing him and tugging his shorts down in one swift movement. he hissed when his cock made contact with the cool air and slapped the chain that connected his wrists.

“aww aren’t you cute,” you lilted, kneeling in front of him staring at his leaking cock before flicking the head with your finger making him jerk forward. he didn’t have a chance to regain balance before you pushed him back on the couch with a thud. he squirmed on the leather seat cock bobbing between his legs precum beading at the slit.

“you really are a freak,” you smiled, lifting the toy admiring the familiar ridges that left you quivering. you held it beside his own cock admiring aching member. haechan’s cock was what you would call pretty, plush red tip, subtle veining, not too long and just slightly thicker than average. it seemed to hang heavy between his supple thighs.

“why do you like this one?” you ask, tilting your head curiously looking at him from between his legs. he’d dreamt of you between his legs but not while he was handcuffed and you were scolding him, more of you between his legs choking on his cock.

“uh, i, you,” he paused, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. “you, i watched you use it.”

“oh really? of course you have. what haven’t you seen at this point.” you roll your eyes flicking your wrist to tap against his lower stomach with the tip of the toy to bring his attention back to you.

“you, you looked so hot. you always look hot, but you use this one so much,” he whispered. his words made heat pool between your legs. the idea of him watching you cum over and over, none the wiser to his viewing. if you had known you might have been more deliberate with your actions.

“did you like that? did watching me get you all hard?” you cooed bringing your fingers to circle the head of his cock collecting the precum spreading it around. he hummed staring down at the movement between his legs. “i bet you came in your pants like a stupid bitch.” your words were shooting to his cock, twitching when before you flicked the head again making his legs shake.

“i loved it. i love it.” he whimpered.

“how’d you touch yourself?” you cocked a brow at him waiting for his response. you’d never gotten off on dominating someone always preferring to be the one getting dominated, but you could feel your panties dampening with each reaction, sound, and bob of his cock.

“i was at work.” he started licking his lips. “i uh, it wasn’t busy. i went to the employee bathrooms. you were still, you weren’t using it yet. you were sitting here and fingering yourself. your pussy was so wet, i wanted to taste you so bad.” he paused again taking a breath. “put my phone on the sink so i could watch you but then i kept seeing myself in the mirror. watched you and watched myself when i came. came so hard watching you. fucking pussy was so wet you were fucking dripping. wanted to be in you. came so hard and so much, made a mess. got in trouble for being gone for so long but it was worth it.” he finished finally making eye contact with you.

you hoped he didn’t notice how turned on he was making you. the way he spoke about you in such a filthy way. you didn’t see haechan, your obnoxious annoying roommate in front of you, but donghyuck, the loser you met your first year who was awkward and shy and not so secretly harboring a perverted feelings for you.

“you are fucking pathetic.” you raised your voice using the toy that was still in your hand to tap along his clothed stomach and up his chest. he keened when the toy brushed his nipples through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

he knew you knew about how sensitive his nipples were. it was just common knowledge in your circle everyone picked on haechan for it, pinching and tweaking his nipples to make him scream. no one knew that it made his cock hard though, of course now you would know.

“i am,” he confirmed, biting his lip when you laughed at his squirming.

“at least you’re aware.” you paused, dropping the toy in the his lap and bringing your fingers to unzip his sweatshirt. he was glad he didn’t wear anything beneath offering you easy access to his nipples. he whined when your skin finally met his, the teasing touches felt like electricity sparking on his chest.

“i’m so fucking pathetic,” he groaned when you tweaked his nipples, pinching the buds between your soft fingers, nails pressing into the pebbled skin. you laughed tauntingly at him, something about the way he called himself pathetic was so hot.

“i bet you’re glad i caught you, right? you were waiting and hoping for it. this is all your perverted little fantasies coming true. you should be thanking me.” there was spit pooling in his mouth, he felt dumb already, with how you were looking up at him an evil glint in your eyes and a teasing lilt in your tone.

“thank you, fuck.” he paused when you let your hand roam lower, one staying on his left nipple the other tickling lightly over his stomach. “thank you so much.”

you grabbed the toy again pressing the well worn button the sound of vibrations filled the space between you and haechan’s eyes widened. you moved the toy to tap against his nipple making him keen and fold into himself whines sliding up his throat.

“you’re so sensitive,” you coo at his reaction. switching the toy swiftly to the neglected nipple, making him squirm. you could help but laugh at how pathetic he looked squirming in front of you begging to stop but also asking for more his cock was throbbing precum slipping out with each pulse.

“it’s - fuck- ‘s too much,” he mewled pitifully, legs quivering.

“aww sorry, is it too much for you,” you teased lifting the toy from his nipple as he nodded.

“maybe this will help,” you offered, upping the vibrations before bringing the buzzing device between his legs touching the head of his cock. his eyes flew open as he groaned and writhed.

“please, y/n, oh god,” he strained the veins in his neck and lower stomach appearing under his skin.

“please what?” his hands were trying to separate but the chain didn’t let them so he opened and closed his fists tightly fully overwhelmed.

“i’m gonna cum oh god,” he cried, jerking his hips to rub against the buzzing toy.

“we can’t have that, can we,” you teased, pulling the toy away swiftly, making him whimper.

“please.” he sounded like he was sobbing now as his head hung down.

“do you really think it would be that easy?” you asked bringing the still buzzing toy back to his nipples his stomach tensed warm pleasure flooding him again.

“i’m sorry, fuck, so sorry,” he cried, bucking his hips up off the couch. you smirked at him turning up the toy again with a simple click. “please don’t i’ll cum.”

“you’ll cum just from your nipples?” your curiosity might just get the best of you when he nodded weakly.

“no way,” you teased excitedly, eager to see if he was telling the truth. you used your other hand to squeeze and pinch the untouched bud.

“can’t take it,” he whimpered, giving up to the tightening in his stomach so close to letting go.

“cum then, little pervert,” that was all he needed, the degrading name going straight to unravel the knot in his stomach. his hips jerked hot cum spurting out of his cock as you looked on in awe. his body was hot and buzzing, cum painting his chest.

“good boy.” you smiled, pulling the toy away and turning it off dropping it somewhere beside him. you dipped your fingers over his stomach collecting his cum before smearing it on his cheeks. he stuck his tongue out chasing your fingers. you scoffed slapping your sticky hand across his messy cheek.

“fuck,” he whimpered as you stood up in front of him, reaching to pat his head and brush the hair from his face. you didn’t realize how sweaty he had gotten, strands of hair sticking to his skin and his glasses were slightly foggy as he was catching his breath.

“i’m still not done with you. wouldn’t it be so much fun to just leave you sitting here cock out, cum on your chest, and handcuffed. your little camera, wherever it is, to record you.” his eyes went wide, shaking his head furiously.

“no no no what if jaemin or karina come home. no please,” he begged, whimpering up at you.

“then they would point and laugh at you, but you would like that too fucking perv.” you lifted your hands to pull your own shirt over your head seeing the boys’ adam’s apple bob as he made eye contact with your tits.

“fuck me,” he murmured, eyeing the bite marks that littered your chest.

“isn’t it better to see the real thing, in person? not through your shitty camera.” you told him as your own fingers now touched your nipples pulling and tugging at the buds. you felt more excited watching his reaction the way his eyes scanned as you toyed with your tits.

“so much fucking better.” he confirmed but you didn’t really need him to. his hands opened and closed almost trying to reach out for you.

“where is your little camera anyways?” you said turning around looking around the room.

“on the dvd shelf,” he says, hanging his head. you walked over to the shelf looking between dusty cd and dvd cases. “it’s with the old psp games.” he looked back up, gawking at the site of your bare back, marks from someone or multiple someone’s teeth littered your shoulders and neck along with a mark he again assumed was rope burn that went around your shoulders and disappeared at your back.

“aha,” you sounded, finally finding the small camera in the corner of the dark shelf. “as if you weren’t trying to be sneaky.” you laughed waving at the camera. you turned back around to face him but you didn’t move back towards him.

“i’m sorry,” he offered again.

“oh you will be. this camera is going to get the best view of me ruining you,” he groaned in response leaning back against the couch. you stalked back over to him and he looked back up at you.

“i think i’ve decided what else to do with you and you can tell me your color. i know you’re into this but i’m not as much of a perv as you and i value consent.” you brought your hands to your hips as he nodded up at you. “got it?”

“yes. i’m so green right now.”

“umhuh.” you slipped your hands beneath your waistband slipping your shorts down and letting them pool at your ankles. haechan wanted to cry not from anything other than how hot you were like your body was sculpted by michelangelo. the real thing was so much better than the cameras.

“eyes up here hyuck,” the endearing nickname slipping for your mouth and settling somewhere in haechan’s tummy filling him with warmth as he looked back up into your eyes.

“sorry you’re just so pretty,” he gulped.

“i know.” you laughed, stepping forward between his legs. “i don’t think you really deserve any of this for how disgusting you are. but at the same time i think you should stop fantasizing and get the real thing once right?” he nodded harshly, hair bobbing around his face. you brought one leg up, resting a foot on the arm of the couch fully trapping him with your cunt on display. his mouth was watering, your wetness glistening right in front of him he could practically taste you.

“you’re not even listening.” you tutted, bringing your hand between your legs a site he was all too familiar with. you dipped your fingers between your lips collecting an obscene amount of slick with your fingers before pulling them away. you leaned in front of haechan bringing your soaked fingers to shove between his lips. he moaned around your fingers not breaking eye contact as his tongue swirled around your creamy digits.

“this will help you focus, right?” you questioned, he nodded humming around your fingers. you moved your leg again this time bending to settle on his thighs again you could feel the heat radiating off of him as your skin pressed to his. his cock was just a few centimeters from being pressed against your own stomach.

“i’m going to ride you, and you’re going to like it, right?" he nodded, moaning again in response as your fingers fucked into his mouth. “and you’re going to make me cum. but you don’t cum until i say so.” he whimpered but bobbed his head anyway.

“good boy,” you praised, pulling your fingers from his mouth, spit spilling from his lips. you didn’t clean your hand bringing the slippery digits to caress his cheek mixing with his cum.

you leaned over grabbing the toy you had teased him with earlier before slipping off his lap and settling beside him. he watched intently the way you laid back against the opposite arm of the couch and spread your legs just for him. he turned his body fully peering between your legs, cunt glistening and fluttering.

“i didn’t say to move,” you said sternly, bringing a foot to press against his shoulder and push him back into his place before letting your leg drape over his. he neck craned to get the best view of your pussy.

you brought the toy between your legs sliding it over your clit circling the raised nub. you relaxed into the feeling staring at haechan who was staring between your legs, finally getting a front row seat to his favorite show.

“you’re drooling.” you taunt, and he brings his connected hands to wipe at the skin around his mouth just rubbing the spit around rather than removing it.

you turned on the toy, the vibrations immediately overtaking you, the buzz spreading in your lower stomach. you whined pulling your lip between your teeth flicking your wrist pleasure washing over you. you swirled the toy as pressure built in your stomach.

“you’re so fucking hot,” haechan mumbled, glancing up to see your face twist in pleasure. you watched him swipe his tongue over his lips and visibly gulp seeing the cream already dripping from between your legs.

you reached up grabbing his hair and pulled him to you kissing him harshly, it didn’t take him long to collect himself moving his lips against yours. his hands fumbled trying to rest them around you but just tugging against each other. you continued pressing the toy between your legs whimpering against his mouth.

he moaned into you when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. he tasted like those stupid double vanilla yogurt bars he loved so much.

you pulled him away spit connecting your mouths as his tongue lapped up as if reaching for you. you turned off the toy tossing it beside you, gripping his hair tighter and tugging him between your legs.

“use your tongue,” you whispered and he didn’t need another word, tongue sliding over your clit. kitten licking at your most sensitive spot, you tasted better than he could have imagined, still reminiscent of the taste of your panties but double or tripled or whatever.

he leaned in deeper feeling the tug on his scalp as he lapped at your hole feeling it flutter against his wet muscle. his tongue explored every spot it could touch sucking and drinking you up. he couldn’t hear you whining from the wet smacking his mouth was making as he ate you like his final meal.

he felt your hand pull his hair harder and your thighs shiver around his head, squeezing his glasses frame into his cheeks. he recognized the shiver as an indicator you were close so he went harder, suctioning his mouth around your clit and flicking his tongue over the bud. he was grinding down against the couch awkwardly cock already hard again grunting into your cunt.

your eyes rolled back as you came against his face, hips bucking, riding out your orgasm. he didn’t stop until you physically pulled him away, chin shiny and lips pulled in a shy smile.

“you taste so fucking good,” he looked up at you, leaning in again to lick one more long strip collecting as much slick as he could. you let go of his hair laying back to catch your breath and he stayed between your legs.

suddenly realizing how badly his wrists hurt pressed into the couch awkwardly beneath him. he sat up, eyes not leaving you, wanting so desperately to grab your hips and fuck his cock into your cunt.

finally opening your eyes looking up at him, heat in your cheeks and his hair was disheveled, glasses slipping down his nose. he was licking over his lips swiping his sleeve over his chin.

you sat back up and straddled him again before lifting up to your knees bringing a hand between the both of you grabbing his length and pressing it to your slippery entrance.

“holy fuck,” haechan groaned, staring down watching his cock slide between your folds. he could cum again just from this but he was determined to feel you wrapped around him. he felt dizzy with each swirl of your hips, your clit was swollen and puffy against his plush head.

“i’ve barely done anything,” you laughed, hearing him let out a strangled gasp when you sat down in one fluid motion. you sighed feeling so full all at once and his cock was so perfect filling you up completely.

“you’re fucking, holy shit, y/n.” he whined, hands grabbing for you but the chain stopping him from being able to hold your skin. he was squirming beneath you head shaking back and forth eyes closed, lashes fluttering on his cheeks. “fucking tight.”

“i know, hyuck,” you said, squeezing around him using it as punctuation. you lifted your hips finally moving, letting his cock slide inside of you perfectly. he looked a mess in front of you sweat trailing down his exposed chest and hair scruffy.

your hands slide under his sleeves pushing them down before gripping his shoulders using him for leverage bringing your hips up before slamming back down. his breath was hot and heavy as he leaned up and nuzzled into your chest. his tongue hung out of his mouth like a puppy panting and begging.

releasing one of his shoulders you reached between you both, yanking the chain that connected his hands pulling on it to lift his hands above his head and push them against the wall pressing into his chest. he looked up at you needy and desperate fists clenching in the air.

“keep them up,” you commanded, and he could only nod up at you, keeping his arms in place over his hand. this gave you more room to swivel your hips above him.

“good boy, you feel so good, hyuckie,” you mewled, grinding down on him, clit pressing into his hips. he whimpered at the nickname head lulling back into your chest with a cry. his tongue stuck out again leaving wet strips against your skin he was murmuring against you but you couldn’t tell what he was saying.

his hips were thrusting upwards, meeting your every move. his hands felt heavy above his head and he urged, to bring them around you trapping you against him but he wasn’t going to break another rule.

“feel so good. wanna fuck you,” he mouthed against your breast tongue searching for your nipple.

“you are fucking me,” you breathed, threading a hand through his hair, the head of his cock pressing perfectly deep inside of you.

“no i- i know,” he paused, slurping lewdly sucking your nipple into his mouth making you gasp. “i want to fuck you.” he repeated his words came out garbled as his tongue swirled around the bud. he looked up at you mischievously batting his lashes.

“i’m not uncuffing you if that's what you think.” you said sternly gripping his locks and pulling his head from your chest to look down at him while your hips were bucking erratically on top of him.

“hurts.”

“good,” you replied with a smile that was quickly replaced with an open mouthed gasp and a tighter grip on his hair. he thrusted up into you, filling you to the brim, your walls squeezing his cock.

“can i please? been fucking dreaming of your cunt.” he leaned back resting his arms on his head for some relief. “i mean literally,” he paused with a groan eyes moving down from your sticky chest to his cock disappearing into your cunt. “having wet fucking dreams like a loser.”

“you are a loser and a filthy pervert. dreaming about your roommate who you’ve been peeping on it’s fucking disgusting.” he reeled at your words shooting to his cock, squeezing his eyes together fending off the urge to release hot cum inside your tight hole like he had dreamed.

“tell me your dream.” his eyes opened glazed over with lust and desire looking at you, cheeks red and glasses fully fogged hiding the dilation of his pupils.

“had you, in my bed.” he paused when you rocked particularly hard against him. “laid down all pretty. fucking sexy, was fucking you so good. you kept crying and crying and wanting more. shit- fucked my cum into your cunt.” his words went straight between your legs stomach tightening as you clenched around his cock before you brought your fingers from his hair to his chest and already to his abused nipples.

“fuck oh my god you’re gonna make me cum,” he cried hands falling from his head to push against your stomach trying to stop you.

“you gonna fuck your cum into my cunt?” you teased feeling your own orgasm rushing towards you. he nodded squirming at the feeling doing everything he could to stop himself. but your warm tight heat was sucking him in like a vice, he wanted so badly to bend you over ass up and fuck his cum deep into your cunt until you were full and dripping.

“then do it,” you demanded. he stared at you as if asking for permission eyes glinting up at you with need when you nodded back at him. he wasted no time, his arms moved up and over you trapping you against his sweaty chest, hands splaying over your back and moving down to try and grip at your ass, as his hips sped up beneath you. the new angle allowing him to fill you up deeper, cock hitting you perfectly. skin smacking together moaning in unison as he pounded into you.

“i’m gonna cum, hyuck,” you whined, eyes closed as he stared up at you with determination.

“cum on my cock, fuck. gonna fill you up,” he groaned, his tongue licked against your chest again driving you over the edge with a cry and shaking legs.

“holy shit,” you mewled, letting the pleasure overtake you, grinding down on his hips in return.

“fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he whined, suddenly you not only wanted him to cum but you needed him to. bringing your fingers from his shoulders to tap your fingers down his chest and pinch at his nipples.

“fuck, y/n,” hot breath hitting your neck as he groaned. you were dancing on the edge of over sensitivity.

“cum for me, fill my cunt up, please hyuckie,” you whined, he responded with a moan and jerk of his hips letting his hot cum shoot deep inside of you.

he continued thrusting into you looking down at the white ring forming around the base of his cock as you tried to push at his hips to stop him but he had you pressed against himself.

“don’t wanna fucking stop, shit,” he groaned as his hips finally slowed the overstimulation spreading down his own body making his toes curl and legs shake.

you fell against him, head tucking into his neck as you caught your breath. his hands smoothed over your back relaxing you.

“gimme your hands,” you finally said breaking the silence and he lifted his arms from around you bringing them between you both.

“you take the cameras down tomorrow,” you said sternly and he nodded. you grabbed his hands pressing a button on one cuff to unlock it before doing the other. once his hands were free he brought them back around you, grabbing your ass like he had been wishing to do before lifting you up.

“shh, let me,” he answered before you could protest. he laid you back against the couch before pulling out staring between your legs watching his cum slide out. he leaned down face to face with your cunt again. his fingers spreading your pussy as he leaned in to lap his own cum from your cunt. you gawked at him watching him lewdly slurp your pussy collecting every drop of your combined juices.

“you really are disgusting,” he just smirked up at you from between your legs. not moving as he let his tongue roam your cunt again.

“nope,” you said pushing a hand against his head already feeling overstimulated. but he didn’t really care you tasted so good and looked so good from where he sat.

“hyuck, ‘m sensitive,” you whimpered, protests going unnoticed as you squirmed and pulled on his hair.

“just taste so good,” he mumbled, hands reaching to grab your thighs he so desperately wanted to grip earlier. he felt unrestricted this time hands kneading your skin feeling the goosebumps rise.

“too much,” you whined when he suckled your clit into his mouth. he tried to hold back a smile peaking up at you through his frames, eyes shut tight, lip pulled between your teeth, pretty face twisted in pleasure.

he couldn’t get enough lapping at your hole still tasting himself mixing with you. just reaffirming that he had really fucked you it wasn’t some fever dream. he fucked you and made you cum twice and came in your pretty pussy.

“so fucking good. just stay still,” he groaned into you vibrating against your cunt making your legs shake around him.

“so hard, ‘s too much, hyuck,” you whimpered, your other hand had moved up to grip your breast while the other stayed pulling at his locks.

“just one more, baby,” he smiled, leaning back to admire the way your cunt was gushing all over again before settling back placing kisses over your lips and clit. he moved one of the hands holding you down rest just above the action where he was fucking his tongue into you. his fingers swirled over your clit making you whine.

“sound so pretty. even better in person,” he chuckled, the pleasure was bubbling in your stomach all over again.

he watched you shiver knowing you were close he moved his fingers and suctioned his mouth around your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud listening to your whine and whimper was music to his ears.

“cum,” he said releasing for a moment before diving back between your legs slurping at your cunt. you couldn’t hold it back legs shivering around his face again, crying into your palm as you came.

“good girl,” he said between licks, he finally pulled away when the tugging on his hair got to be too much. you laid there catching your breath staring up at the ceiling.

“you’re pussy is like the most perfect creation, swear to god,” he said rather seriously taking you from your empty day dream to look over at him admiring the space between your legs. he glanced up at you making quick eye contact before watching your still fluttering hole. your head felt full and foggy but also empty and numb.

“would you sit on my face.”

“no more,” you said sitting up to push him off.

“maybe like tomorrow,” he asked with a smirk.

“shut up,” you groaned moving your legs from around him and rolling off the couch. wobbling on your feet he lifted a hand to slap your ass playfully, you whined cuffs in one hand and toy in the other before walking down the hall. he watched you patter to your room listening for the door.

“wanna play more zelda,” he called when he got off the couch, legs equally as shaky.

“yeah in like thirty minutes,” you called back making him smile.

before long you were both back together on the couch, cleaned up and somewhat put together sitting beside each other sharing his double vanilla yogurt ice cream and bickering back and forth about the gameplay.

“can i put one in your room?” haechan asked when the conversation had lulled. you sat up staring daggers into him.

“have you learned nothing?”

“if i say no will you do that again?” he smirked over at you.

“god you really are sick in the head.”

“i love it when you’re mean to me,” he said, tilting his head to tease you.

“probably a little too much don’t you think?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning back.

“a normal amount for a perverted fuck like me,” you laughed at him eyes drifting back to the screen when he unpaused and started to play again. the room was somewhat quiet until he offered you tips and tried to tell you what he was doing in the game.

your mind was drifting similarly to the way his did earlier. the idea of having him watch you but knowing this time was arousing all over again. you thought to the camera that was still in the room that had recorded the two of you fucking not even an hour earlier. you wondered what it would be like if there was a camera in his room that you could watch. catching him jerking off at his desk or humping his pillow or having a wet dream about god knows what.

“you can put one in my room but only if i get to put one in your room,” his jaw dropped, not expecting you to agree and add delicious stipulations.

“are you fucking serious,” he said, as link fell from a sky island to his death.

“yes, but don’t be weird about it. we’re not making this weird,” you said gesturing between the two of you and whatever this relationship was. “also no watching if there’s someone else involved.”

“deal,” he raised his hand for a shake of agreement, he tried to seem casual but his mind was running a marathon at all the prospects.

“since you’re being so generous, will you tell me who’s been eating my ice cream?” he said tipping the popsicle stick to you, you laughed over at him.

“shotaro.” you responded with a glint in your eyes.

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YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA: SLYTHERIN BOYS X DORMMATE READER

continuation of my previous post (i got caught up in getting out my anthony goldstein headcanons was it obvious). okay so full disclosure, i haven't read the fanfictions lorenzo and mattheo are from (i only read yandere is it obvious) (i see their faceclaims and cannot. exclude), so if i'm not portraying them correctly shout at me. but just for a moment, imagine having the 79-80 liner slytherin boys yandere for their dormmate? (okay there is a loophole i'll write for male readers/darlings if asked).

maybe they've known the reader/darling since childhood, and the sudden close proximity magnifies the possessive and obsessive tendencies they were developing towards the darling. or, the darling could suddenly get sorted into slytherin and now they have a roommate they did not expect to have. for the second scenario i don't think the darlings personality would matter much - either way, they're all apprehensive about this really cute kid they suddenly are dorming with.

maybe they give the reader a hard time at first (although this is only really likely to happen for a darling in a different house, or a muggleborn darling) but whoo boy if anyone else thinks of teasing the reader, they'll get hell from our dear slytherins here. actually, anyone who the reader pays mind to becomes a target of torment and bullying by draco and his gang. especially potter. please, reader, for potters own sanity and the good of the wizarding world, do not approach, think about or even look in the direction of harry. it ends in an ugly tantrum from draco, prolonged sarcasm from theodore, silence from blaise, aggression from mattheo and teasing from lorenzo. crabbe and goyle won't be carrying your books for you for the next week either.

when they get like this, it'll be the darling that'll have to make it up to them, or risk having it all drag out until one of them gets over it naturally.

GREGORY GOYLE & VINCENT CRABBE (cast josh herdman, jamie waylett):

they're all horribly possessive and jealous by default, but generally, crabbe and goyle are the easiest to deal with, they both have a soft spot for their darling, and are pretty used to being bossed around, the second choice and having to share. they're also the easiest to appease, putting food on crabbe's plate is enough to make him happy, and paying goyle any mind will go a long way.

they don't need constant attention (draco), validation (draco), and affection (draco), from their darling, and are content just being in their life.

BLAISE ZABINI (cast louis cordice):

after them, i honestly don't know who's worse. going in alphabetical order, blaise appears to be calm and uncaring when it comes to his darling, but do not be fooled, he's not going to sit back and let his darling get whisked away by the likes of a half blood (sorry mattheo), spolit daddy's boy (apologies draco), spolit mommy's boy (soz enzo) or someone who's one lab accident away from becoming a supervillain (blaise's words not mine theo).

blaise tolerates the rest of the slytherins for now, but if any of them think he'd ever fully agree to sharing with the likes of them, they are wrong. he fantasises about taking his darling away from the world after graduating, and probably has his mother trying to arrange a marriage the moment he decides they're his.

DRACO MALFOY (cast tom felton):

unlike blaise, draco is not even a little bit subtle about his possesiveness over his darling, he only see's the other slytherins as tools to ensure his darlings safety and happiness at hogwarts, and does not bother to pretend like he isn't planning to kidnap move the reader into malfoy manor the minute they graduate. actually, he couldn't wait that long.

he'll look for any opportunity to have the malfoy family gain custody of his darling. all the more better if his darling comes from a dysfunctional household. but either way, he'll make sure his family is all they have to turn to.

all i know about lorenzo is that he has mommy and daddy issues so i'll have to piggybank off that. he'll present himself as the 'sane' one, if his darling is complaining about the behaviour of the other slytherins, enzo wholeheartedly agree's with them "i don't know what's wrong with all of them - you sure you didn't slip any amortentia into their drinks?" he becomes a safe haven from the possessive obsession his dormmates seem to share for their darling.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE (fancast louis patridge):

lorenzo acts the most normal, but don't be fooled, he's just as obsessed as the rest of them. enzo is just better at hiding it. he too, frequently thinks about whisking them away, but is much less finite about it; holing his darling up in his house isn't the end goal. he could honestly live with sharing them with his fellow slytherins, but this is all assuming that the reader takes well to his attempts at becoming the 'sane one'.

if enzo isn't able to successfully befriend them, he'll have to settle for being the 'mean one'. teasing and humiliation follows his darling, as does he. it's not severe, but it's probably the push the reader needs to fall into deep depression and anxiety. so please, take the sane bait.

MATTHEO RIDDLE (fancast benjamin wadsworth):

mattheo doesn't exactly have a family reputation to uphold, blaise, draco, enzo and theo would want to keep up a respectable reputation, whatever that is in pureblood society, but mattheo? the dark lords son? he's entirely unhinged.

if lorenzo is the 'sane one', mattheo is the 'crazy one'.

he doesn't really care what his darling, or others, think of his behaviour. if he wants to spend time with them, he's going to. he'll pull them out of class, drag them away from the other slytherins, just to skip rocks in the black lake with them, or raid the kitchens. he doesn't really bother hiding his yandere tendencies, he'll actively tell his darling not to talk to certain people "because i said so" "stop asking questions", and will refuse to elaborate further. sometimes, there will be disturbing moments of honesty between him and his darling; he'll admit that he's obsessed with them, and threaten to attack people they pay attention to. and he'll tell them that they belong to him.

sometimes it's frightening and sometimes he'll come across as sweet. he is both predictable and unpredictable, which puts his darling at unease around him.

THEODORE NOTT (fancast lorenzo zurzolo):

theodore uses guilt to garner his darlings sympathy, all the more easier if they are childhood friends. he'll make sure they know about his harsh childhood, and make them feel responsible for his wellbeing. he's the only one to create a sense of dependency not built upon threats. out of all the slytherins, he gets to know his darling the best, he'll use guilt, emotional breakdowns and dark secrets to create a sense of obligation towards him.

theo is the most comforting of the slytherins to be around, he's quiet and the only one who they can spend time with without feeling much pressure. he demands the most of their attention, and is by far the most possessive. whilst i can see the other slytherins finding a way to deal with sharing their darling amonst themselves, if the rest don't back off eventually (stop dreaming theo) (they won't), he's the most inclined to just get rid of them - he can't stand it when his darling is around anyone but him, he wakes early to walk his darling to class just so they won't get caught up in the busy halls, where eyes can wonder and other people can have a chance to interact with his darling.

theodore pairs with them for every project, which leads to some ugly arguments between him and blaise, who only really get's his fill of his darling by sitting next to them in class. and draco, and mattheo and enzo and even goyle who was hoping the reader would help get him a good grade for once.

out of all of them, draco, goyle and blaise are the most patient. they want their darling to love them, not see them as monsters to flinch away from.

theodore, lorenzo and mattheo will take whatever they can get. lorenzo in particular doesn't want his darling to fear him but won't let them get away with trying to escape or disobedience. mattheo doesn't mind being the villain if he must be, but his heart clenches when his darling acts so obviously distrustful of him. theodore is the least patient, and if his darling starts to shy away from him, he snaps. at them, at the rest of the slytherin boys. but he's also easy to keep content, so long as his darling is always by his side.

similarly, blaise just enjoys being in the presence of his darling, and doesn't feel the need to cuddle up to them constantly like draco and enzo do. mattheo is a loose canon, and sometimes is fine being near them, other times he wants skin to skin contact 25/8.

they're hopeless at sharing, and only really get along for the sake of their darling. there are only really two ways this can end; theodore finally snaps and tries to off the rest of them after graduation, or they somehow come to an agreement on sharing, maybe they each get their own day a week

monday for draco, tuesday for blaise, wednesday for theo, thursday for enzo, and friday for mattheo. goyle and crabbe probably aren't taken seriously enough to get given their own day, so then the weekends are spent sharing (fighting).

the only time the boys will work in tandem is when someone attempts to take their darling and their attention, away. best example, darling starts dating someone. which is already pretty improbable, considering they give the reader no alone time whatsoever. but let's just say the darling here is going on a date with cormac mclaggen (get a grip, darling), any grudges they've been holding against each other are off, mclaggen has just signed his death warrant.

mattheo and theodore do most of the dirty work, whilst lorenzo distracts the reader. draco and blaise cover up their tracks, so it seems like whatever they did to mclaggen was an untimely accident. or have it blamed on someone else. goyle and crabbe intimidate anyone who tries to get close to the darling from then on.

they might hate sharing with each other, but they truly despise sharing with an 'outsider'.

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JSchlatt-

☆ "sit on my face." by @ghostkidabs 💛

☆ Jack & Coke part one by @d444zed 🧡💛?

☆ Jack & Coke part two by @d444zed 💛

☆ Mutual breakup headcanon/oneshot by @ohbabydollie 🧡

☆ Mutual breakup oneshot by @ohbabydollie 💛

Ellie Williams-

☆ no room for the holy spirit by @moncherellie 💛

☆ Roommate Trouble by @justkindalivin

summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 🧡💛

☆ hands to herself by @elliesbarbie

summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you 💛

☆ Getting caught with ellie by @me-and-your-husband 💛

☆ Body Ink by @me-and-your-husband

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader. 🧡💛

Alex Turner-

☆ Pillow Talk by @ohladymoon-blog

summary: what the title says, just pillow talk and soft cuddles after sex. ends in cockwarming. 🧡💛

☆ strawberry lace by @lilmisssweetdreams 🧡💛

☆ Test Drive by @savorypink 💛

Spiderman-

☆ Wingman (Hobie Brown) by @love-bitesx 🧡

☆ Crybaby (Hobie Brown) by @merowkittie 🧡

☆ "Thank You, Mrs. Parker." (Spider Noir) by @sabcandoit

Summary: After your wedding, you and Peter go home and have sex for the first time. 🧡💛

☆ Miss Your Face (TASM! Peter Parker) by @dontsaypetertingle

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned. (Has a pt 2) 💛

☆ Break It In (Tom! Peter Parker) by @simplyparker

Summary: Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun 💛

☆ Please, Don't Stop Now by @echos-newlegs

Summary: you are in an established relationship with Peter, and he very much wants baby. 🧡💛

Fred Weasley-

☆ Facetime by @albertdabuttler

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. (Has 3 parts) 🧡💛

☆ Sweet Sugar Candyman by @keykeep 💛

☆ Sleeping In by @screamingoverfiction 💛

☆ Slipping Through My Fingers by @midnightmoonytales

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now. (Wolfstar!daughter reader) 🧡

☆ Electric Pull by @apparentlytheproblem 🧡

Steve Harrington-

☆ I'll Be The Judge (Ft. Robin x Reader) by @luvfae

summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all. 💛

☆ Cowboy Hat Rule by @taintedcigs

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. 💛

☆ Marriage Pact by @fantasylandloser

summary: besties that plan to get married 🧡💛

Eddie Roundtree-

☆ Blind Date by @luvfae

Summary: The reader and Eddie get setup on a blind date 🧡💛

☆ Lead Singers Are Overrated by @luvfae

summary: working at the whiskey has it perks and that includes getting railed backstage by a certain bassist in a band. 💛

Extras-

☆ Not In On The Joke (Brian Quinn) by @joe--bro

Summary: The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. 🧡

☆ Flavored Kisses (Xavier Thorpe) by @cosmicpearlz

summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it. 🧡

☆ Babysitting (Judd Birch) by @just-another-author-i-guess

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night. 🧡💛

☆ Don't Fake It (Peter Quill) by @professorrw

Request/Summary: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. 💛

☆ So Beautiful (Loki Laufeyson) by @lokiisdaddyblog

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Loki proves to her that she's perfect. 🧡💛

#alastor x reader #jschlatt x reader #johnnie guilbert x reader #ellie williams x reader #spiderman x reader #alex turner x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie roundtree x reader #brian quinn x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #judd birch x reader #peter quill x reader #loki x reader #fic recs

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zriasstuff · 3 months

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Shower Thoughts (Tom Riddle smut)

Professor Riddle x fem!reader (just imaginary)

WARNINGS: 18+ mature fanfic, includes piv sex scene and graphic descriptions

Fuck you’d been tired throughout the entire day. Finally, you could return to your dorm and just relax. The entire school day felt as if it went on for an eternity, yet you couldn’t remember anything that had happened. Well, nothing besides just how hot your potions professor was. That you’d always remember. It was kind of the only reason you even went to class at this point, otherwise there was really no point in going.

In class, the young professor Riddle would always wear his black, formal attire which added to his already existing seriousness which was visible from one look at his face. His stoic expression always invoked fear in every student, yet you found it oddly handsome. Riddle’s shirt collar was only unbuttoned to the point where you could see his sharp collarbones, but nothing below that area. His shirt was truly the thing that was really driving you crazy every time you saw him. It wrapped around his toned figure so well, that you could see the outline of his clearly existent abs, yet the real deal was closed off.

It started out as a silly teacher crush, who doesn’t have one of those. But slowly he turned into something you desired, craved deep within yourself. It was definitely extremely unhealthy, to the extent that you toyed with the thought of having a little something something with your professor.

Currently, you were in the shower, wanting to just quickly rinse yourself off with some cold water to bring back some sort of life into you. A few minutes in, your fingers start trailing downwards though, and while the water tickles off of your body, slowly but surely your mind starts to wander.

You imagine Professor Riddle telling you to stay late in his class to discuss something with you. Barely being able to walk steadily toward his dark, imposing, fucking hot, figure, due to the jitters that were going through your body, you still somehow make it and ask him what was going on.

You notice him staring at your legs, and his eyes lingering at your particularly short skirt. You innerly wished he’d just bend you over at that exact moment and fuck you right there on his desk.

Riddle tells you to come closer, while still staring intensely at you, so you do. At a certain point you’ve moved so close to him, that you could practically taste his breath. Professor Riddle leans down to your height and whispers in your ear “I can tell you want me to fuck you right now until you can’t walk anymore.”, in an almost threatening way.

“So do it”, you reply, trying to play your excitement off with a seemingly cool tone. With a swift motion he places you onto his desk, his face still just a millimeter away from yours and he starts to trail his fingers upward from your thighs to your short skirt. Tortuously slow, he starts to rub your inner thighs, which gets a huffed sigh from you and inch by inch he was getting closer to your wet spot. As soon as he makes contact with your sweet cunt, even through your underwear, you feel a crippling sensation running through your body and your mind can’t think of anything else other than wanting to be ruined by this man. “Look at how needy and wet you are”, Riddle taunts you. He was right, your aching pussy was getting more and more sensitive and needy. Seeing how much you need his fingers to give you the sweet pleasure that you craved so desperately, he starts pushing your underwear aside to insert one finger into you.

At that exact moment, you do the same with your own finger in the shower.

It’s a sensation you’ve felt before, but your insides are just begging for more. The thought of your professor giving it to you makes you clench around that one sensational finger that you so deeply wish was his. Before you could let out a moan, you shut yourself up quickly, realizing your roommates might hear you.

In your mind, Riddle was kissing you roughly and sucking your lips, to make you quiet. As he inserted two more fingers, you feel your tight cunt being stretched to the fullest and he kept teasing you by not fully hitting your sweet spot. “Please”, you moan and he smirks. “Please what?” “Deeper”, you whimper, which is exactly what he wants to hear. You needed his fingers buried as deep as possible inside you, no matter how painful it might be. Finally, you yelp out as he hit your sweet spot. It was too much already, but he kept curling his fingers towards it, knowing you were close already. In order to chase your high, you even start to bounce on his fingers and riding on them as if they were his real cock.

“Don’t get too greedy now doll”

And he removes his fingers completely. Out of breath you stare at him with disbelief and you beg him to please continue. “Please, you can do whatever you want to me”, you whine, all just so he would continue.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock. Aren’t you ashamed?”

Indeed you were, but you were also way too horny to properly think at the same time.

“Yes, ‘m so desperate for your cock”

He enjoys his power over you so much. While he was unbuckling his belt, you tell him to be as rough as he can with you. “Such a slut for me”, he sneers at you.

His cock first makes contact with your already swollen and wet clit, sending shivers through your entire body. Your cunt was already stretched out and wet, when he started to slowly slide it in, inch by inch. His cock must’ve been 8 inches, and it was so thick and already leaking precum at the tip when he revealed it. Looks like he was just as turned on by you as you were by him.

As you were sitting on a table, it allowed him to really thrust his dick balls deep in you, to let it get sucked in by your tight pussy. As soon as it was completely inside, both his hands grabbed onto your waist to hold you place, as he thrust his dick roughly in and out. “Fuck you’re tight”, he remarks, which just made you clench down on him even tighter.

With each rough thrust he hit your sweet spot, earning him more and more desperate moans and whimpers. Your hands were on his back, keeping him close so his dick would fill you up to the fullest possible brim. Each time he slid out, he would just thrust it in even harsher, not caring that your sweet cunt was being abused so roughly by him.

As he began chasing his orgasm, you notice his thrusts start to become more messy, and a string of harsh grunts left his mouth. Groaning, while still holding you tightly, he tells you to only come when he tells you to. Becoming harder and harder to contain, you feel the urge to come and cry out “I have to come”.

“Just wait a little more doll” he orders, and after a few more seconds you feel his cum coating your cunt from the inside. Shortly after, you ride out your own orgasm too. The sensation lasted a few seconds and you felt euphoric as you clenched onto his cock and creamed all over it. At the end of it all, you could barely catch your breath and that’s when

“Hey, are you almost done showering, there’s other people in this dorm you know?”, your roommate interrupts your little self care session.

Fuck. You did manage to cum from your own fingers too, but it would’ve been so much better if it were professor riddles cock.

Turning off the shower, you get dressed and go to bed. Tonight, you definitely wanted nothing more than to dream about your imagined scenario during shower time ;)

#smut #tom riddle #slytherin #harry potter #professor x #student #oneshot #slytherin boys #fanfic #imagine #tom marvolo riddle #mature #18+ content #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle smut

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belovedspector · 4 months

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Written in the Stars

Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader (implied Marc Spector x gn!reader and Jake Lockley x gn!reader)

Word Count: 800

Summary: Steven doesn’t have a birthday. He takes the task of choosing one very seriously.

Content: Fluff, one use of a pet name (love)

A/N: This follows Leap Year, but it’s not necessary to read that first. I don’t know a ton about astrology, so I’m learning as I go. Enjoy! :)

Masterlist

“Here it is!” you say triumphantly, pulling a purple book off one of Steven’s lower shelves.

Steven takes the book in his hands gingerly, as if it’s something sacred. “Why do you have this, anyway?”

You shrug. “My college roommate was really into astrology and tried to get me interested, too. I just never got rid of it. It’s sentimental, I guess.”

Steven nods, already flipping through the pages as he makes his way to the couch. “So, what signs are Marc and Jake, again?” he asks, not looking up.

You join him on the couch. “Both Pisces, oddly enough,” you remark.

He hums. “Maybe I should be, too.” He quickly consults the table of contents before flipping to the page on Pisces. “‘Empathetic, imaginative, creative,’” he reads. He skims a few more pages before saying, “It’s all a bit vague, innit?”

You laugh. “I guess it is, yeah.”

“Well, you can turn on the telly or grab your own book, if you like. This will take me a bit to get through.”

You stare at him. “You’re not gonna read the whole thing, are you?”

He looks back at you, confused. “How else will I know what sign I am?”

“I don’t think it’s that serious,” you say. “Jake just picked a date he liked.”

Steven just shrugs. “I’d like to see what the book says, I think.”

“Alright,” you say with a shrug of your own. “Knock yourself out.” You scooch towards the other end of the couch, where your latest read is waiting on the end table. You turn on the lamp and settle in.

Steven’s a fast reader. In the time it takes you to slog through a few chapters, he’s closing the astrology book with a satisfying thump. “All done,” he announces.

You close your own book after marking your place with a bookmark (a slightly crumpled receipt counts as a bookmark, right?). “And? What’d you pick?”

“Virgo,” he says.

“Yeah?” you ask, interested. “Why’s that?”

Steven finds the appropriate page and reads, “‘Intelligent, analytical, hard-working.’” He looks to you, his confidence wavering. “That…sounds like me, right?”

You offer him a kind smile. “I think so, yeah. Did you pick a date?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet.” He briefly looks down again. “Says here I can do any day from the twenty-third of August to the twenty-second of September.”

You hum.

“Wait a second…” Steven trails off, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and typing something in.

“What?” you ask.

“Aha!” he says. “Twenty-fourth August. That’s what I want my birthday to be.”

“How come?”

“Tomb Buster premiered on that day in 1990. I reckon us Steven Grants should have the same birthday,” he explains with a grin.

You can’t help but match his smile. “August twenty-fourth it is, then. I’ll add it to my calendar.”

He closes the book again and hands it back to you. “Thank you for lending that to me, love.”

“Any time,” you say, taking the book and returning it to its spot on the bookshelf. You glance at the clock. “Ready to start on dinner?”

“Sounds good to me,” Steven says, standing up and following you to the kitchen.

After dinner has been taken care of and you’ve watched a movie, you’re in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You can hear Steven talking outside the door. You assume he’s conversing with his alters.

When you exit the bathroom, you see Steven standing at the fish tank, bottle of fish food in hand. He doesn’t seem to notice you as he continues on speaking. You realize he’s talking to the fish.

“Maybe I should’ve picked Pisces, Gus,” he muses.

Gus II and his two tank-mates, Tom and Jerry (named together by Marc and Jake, despite Steven’s protests), swim around in slow circles, seemingly waiting for Steven to feed them.

He shakes the bottle, watching the flakes drop gently into the water. “Then all three of us would be the same. And Pisces is fish, innit? It fits.”

“Steven!” you groan playfully. “You can’t just change your zodiac sign!”

“Why not?” he counters. “I just picked it today. There should be some sort of trial period, right?”

You snort. “Maybe, but I like the day you picked. It means something to you.”

“Alright, fine,” Steven says. He bids the fish good night before following you to the bed.

You settle in under the covers and say good night to one another. Your eyes are closed when you hear Steven ask into the darkness, “Do I get a cake for my birthday?”

You smile to yourself. “If you want one.”

“And presents?”

“Of course.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Then, “What about balloons?”

“Whatever you want, Steven,” you say fondly. “Whatever you want.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think. :)

#moon knight #mcu #steven grant #steven grant x reader #x reader #jace writes

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maraudersmyloves · 14 hours

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hii! i have a request i thought of a few days ago, fem!reader x slytherin boys (mainly mattheo riddle) where they noticed something wrong with her and she lies about it and mattheo says something along the line of “cut the bullshit”

CW: cussing, Angst, insecure reader, screaming, Arguing

You've been hanging out with the Slytherins less and less, not eating with them or hanging out at Blaise's Dorm after class.

That Fact alone wouldn't be unusual. It's exam Season after all and you often spend that time holed up in your Dorm, Studying and Eating what your Roommates bring you up.

The Problem occurs when you stop coming to Sunday Hangouts.

It's not an actual Agreement or anything, but it's become a Routine never broken.

Never.

No matter what's going on, on Sunday at around 9 PM you all meet at the Greenhouse.

Mattheo's always the first there and Tom's the last.

Pansy never figured out a certain time she would arrive while Draco always turns up at exactly 9:06:56

Down to the motherfucking Second

Blaise always brings a Book he doesn't read, Theo always forgets the Snacks he's supposed to bring and brings the sweets only he likes instead, while you always bring a Sketchbook.

It's 9:34 and you're not here.

You weren't there last week but Blaise convinced the others to talk about it Today.

Mattheo was stressing about talking with you and got into an all-time high of fights all week.

Now, you're not here.

Everyone is here

Except for you

It's pissing Mattheo off and at this point, the others are just as peeved

You are in your room crying

You know you should be at the Greenhouse rn, and doing anything else feels weird

The last 3 years you have spent every Sunday at the Greenhouse

For two weeks you haven't

The Slytherins loudly knock on your door and you quickly wipe away the tears, taking a few deep breaths to seem more collected

Mattheo sees your red eyes and is immediately worried although anger quickly overcomes him

Why didn't you tell him something was wrong?

God, why can you never just talk to him??

"Oh, hi guys!"

You force a smile but they see through it

"Wtf, y/n. Where have you been, what's going on???"

"I've just been studying, you know how i get"

"Cut the crap, wtf is actually going on?"

Blaise pulls him back a bit to not make you feel cornered

Theo steps forward, missing the point of Mattheo getting pulled back "We worry!! You can't just cut contact for two weeks. We excused you not coming to hang out last week but two times in a row?!"

"Calm down guys, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation to all of this, Right?" Pansy says, but the last words have some venom you didn't expect.

Not from her

Your best Friend

Hot tears fall from your eyes and Tom pulls Pansy to the side while Mattheo steps closer, his eyes filled with worry

"Mi Vida? Can I hug you?"

His Voice is soft and his open Arms look so inviting.

You want to step back and say no so badly when you remember the words that caused this, but you can't bring yourself to do so. Silently nodding

He wraps his arms around you in a matter of seconds pulling you as close as he can.

You can hear Blaise's annoyed voice talk the others into leaving you alone

He is the only one smart enough to realize how overwhelmed you are

One after the other they usher out

All with various amounts of Backtalk, while you and Mattheo stay still. Standing in the middle of the now empty room, Papers and Books scattered all around you, Mattheo buries his Head in your Neck.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong, baby?"

Pt. 2 with Backstory and more Angst?

#headcanon #fluff #writing #fanfic #harry potter #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys x reader

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faefictions · 2 years

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41. “Don’t you dare bring that snowball in the house, DON’T YOU DARE-" also with roommate!tom i'm in a mood okay

I know this is from 2019, and so is the other winter one you sent, and it is currently summer of 2022. Don't come for me.

Tom is such a fucking chaotic roommate, from you coming home to find out he spent an entire paycheck on a lightsaber replica, to him throwing you the most extravagant birthday party IN YOUR 800 SQ FT APARTMENT. You honestly wouldn't have it any other way though.

Winter is dangerous for this very reason. Every time the two of you go outside and there is even a small dusting of snow on the ground, you can expect to get pelted in the face with a snow ball. You have learned the hard way that the only way to avoid this, is to avoid going outside with Tom altogether during the winter season if you can help it.

But Tom, being the little chaotic puppy he is, catches on to this and decides he needs to get his fill one way or another, because seeing you get flustered is one of his favorite pass times. He just loves seeing your face get all red, and when you start stuttering while you try to chew him out his heart swells.

That's why he calls you into the living room at 8pm on a thursday night. You just got out of a hot shower, currently in nothing but a towel, but your roommate screaming your name from the patio seemed more important that changing in the moment.

You make your way to the living room, hoping that whatever Tom needs is quick, because the chilly draft coming from the open patio door is enough to instantly give you goosebumps when you open the bathroom door.

"What's so important Tom?" you sigh out, not looking up to see his position yet.

The second you look up, you see his devilish grin, and you know exactly what he is thinking. Your theory is proven to be true the second you see his hand move from behind his back, holding the biggest snow ball you have ever seen him make.

"Tom, I swear to God, I just mopped in here yesterday," you plead, hoping that you can reason with him, but he takes one more step closer to the open door, so you take a step back.

"Don't you dare bring that snowball in the house, DON'T YOU DARE THOMA-"

Before you can even finish saying his name, he pelts you right in the face. You stand there in shock for a second while he laughs evilly. You try to decide if fake crying would be worth it to make him feel bad, but you come up with a better plan.

You run over to the patio door, push him back with all your might, slide it shut and lock it.

Tom looks at you in disbelief, but deep down he is proud of you for actually getting him back this time. And that's when you turn to walk away.

"Wait, where are you going?

"I'm going to go change, maybe wash my face again, asshole."

"Come on, y/n, you can't just leave me out here," he tries to hide his chuckle and stick to a pleading tone, trying to appeal to your empathetic side.

"Should have thought about that before you tried to give me a black eye, Holland."

"Wait, did it hurt that bad?" His smile instantly fell from his face, hoping he hadn't actually hurt you.

"See you later," you waved with your back turned as you made your way back to your bedroom.

You would let him in the second you were dressed, but in the meantime, he would be serving his sentence for messing with you.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #roommate!tom holland #roommate!tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #ask #anon #christmas prompts #inbox clear out

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sluttywonwoo · 6 months

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instead of you [part thirty-two] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

The first time you met Jisung was at a party on campus. It was a month into your first semester of college and one of the frats had passed out fliers in the residence halls in the hopes of getting lots of the freshman girls to attend.

You had dragged your roommate with you, insisting that you needed to get out there and start meeting people since you were each other’s only friends thus far.

But the joke was on you because she ditched you not even five minutes after arriving, having recognized an ex-boyfriend from her hometown. You didn’t hold it against her, you had been the one to convince her to come in the first place and you understood the whole ex thing.

But you were a lot shyer back then, less confident. So you stumbled your way through the house until you reached the kitchen. No one had offered to make you a drink yet so you figured you might as well make one yourself. You’d need a little liquid courage if you were going to get the balls to talk to any of these people anyway.

That’s where you ran into Jisung. He was bent over the stove cooking what looked to be a grilled cheese sandwich. He turned his head when he heard you come in and nodded at you in acknowledgement.

“Want one?” he asked.

“What is it?”

“Grilled ham and cheese.”

You nodded. “Hit me.”

He finished simmering the one in the pan and slid it onto a paper plate before grabbing the ingredients for yours.

“How long have you lived here?” you asked conversationally.

“Oh, I don’t live here.”

“Are you a pledge then?”

“No.”

“You’re not… affiliated with this frat?”

“Nope.”

“Are your friends?”

“Nah.”

“So you’re just…”

“Stealing their food? Kind of.”

You shrugged. “I won’t tell.”

He cracked a smile. “Good, because I’d really regret making you a sandwich if you did.”

You hadn’t noticed until that point but he had an accent.

“English?” you asked.

“Yes, that’s what we’re speaking. Why, do you know another language?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”

“No, I’m from Korea, actually,” he explained after chuckling. “But my English tutor was British so I picked up a little bit of an accent.”

“What made you decide to come all the way over here?”

“A mix of things, really,” he sighed.

“You’re probably tired of that question, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I just don’t have an interesting answer or anything so conversations usually fizzle out after that.”

“I get it. It’s like when everyone in your hometown asks you what you’re going to study and what job you’re getting your degree for.”

“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Your grilled cheese is ready.”

He plated the sandwich and handed it to you, turning the stove off and depositing the pan and spatula in the sink.

“Thank you!”

“You might want to let it cool down a bit, though.”

“Yes, chef.”

He gave you a look, making you freeze in place.

“What? Should I not call you that?”

“No, it’s just- I’m a culinary major. I’m always saying that to my professors but no one’s ever said that to me before. I know you didn’t mean it mean it but it sounded weird.”

“I was just referencing Hell’s Kitchen,” you admitted.

“Just so you know, not all chefs are like Gordon Ramsay.”

“Only the majority?”

He winked at you. “Bingo.”

“So if you don’t want me to call you ‘chef’, what should I call you?”

“I never said I didn’t want you to call me that,” he clarified. “But you can call me Jisung.”

“Jisung. Nice name.”

“Thanks. Do you have one?”

You grinned. “I do.”

He gave an exasperated little sigh. “And what is it?”

You told him, leaning forward and whispering it like it was a secret.

“You have a nice name too.”

“Thank you.”

“By the way, your sandwich should be cool enough to eat by now.”

You leaned back against the island and took a bite of your grilled cheese. Jisung gauged your reaction, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“Good?”

“Great. Best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” he warned.

“I’m not! Listen, I can’t cook for shit so I’m very easy to impress.”

“I’ll take your word for it. It’s better for my ego if I ignore the last part.”

“I can make a mean Moscow Mule, though. My talents lie in mixology, not gastronomy.”

“Make me a drink, then?” he asked.

“Gladly.”

You set your paper plate on the counter and made your way over to the fridge.

“Let’s see what they have in here.”

“Oh, now you’re the one stealing food?”

“Guess that makes us partners in crime.”

You fell silent as you looked over the contents of the refrigerator, gathering a bottle of orange juice and half-empty jar of raspberry jam. You checked the expiration dates before continuing because you didn’t trust frat guys and then set them on the island with a handle of tequila that had been left out.

Jisung watched as you spooned the jam into an empty solo cup, visibly skeptical. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you, you had just met him, after all. You poured the orange juice in next and mixed the two together, finally adding a shot and a half of tequila.

“Don’t want to get you too drunk,” you explained.

He scoffed. “You think that’ll do me in? I’m Korean, remember?”

“Fine, suit yourself.”

You poured what you approximated to be another shot of tequila into the cup. You filled another cup with ice from a nearby cooler and poured the contents of the first cup into it. Instead of shaking them and risking making a huge mess, you rolled them between the cups until you were satisfied that everything was properly mixed.

You presented Jisung with your creation, eyes shining. “Here you go! It’s a makeshift tequila sunrise.”

Jisung reached for it but you stopped him abruptly. “Wait! Hold on.”

You took a sip of the drink yourself, just to make sure it was actually palatable, before passing it off to him.

“Sorry, wanted to check.”

“Not confident in your abilities all of the sudden?“ he mused.

“I’m trying something new,” you grumbled defensively, “artists make mistakes. I’m not above admitting that and therefore want to quality check my products to make sure it’s good enough for my consumers.”

“Didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously.”

“I take everything seriously.”

He eyed you suspiciously. “Something tells me that’s not true.”

That night, and all the others you spent with Jisung flashed before your eyes like some sort of sick slideshow as you stood there with him in the hallway. The fractures in the glass were beyond repair now, spindling inward threatening to shatter.

You supposed it was what you deserved, watching your relationship with your best friend crumble right in front of you.

“Why do you ask?” you said quietly, still testing the waters.

“You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking off every night?” Jisung demanded.

“Uh-”

“At first, I thought you just needed some space. And I understood because you’ve been stuck with us for over a month now, but then it happened every night and you’d be gone for so long,” he sighed. “So finally, I followed you-”

“You what?”

“I know, I’m such a bad friend for invading your privacy.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you could already feel the tears welling up.

You tried to hold them back because you didn’t deserve to cry. You’d put yourself in this situation, and you knew it was wrong, but you still did it anyway. You clutched your towel closer to your body, trying to shrink into yourself.

“I heard what I needed to,” he continued. “So how long have you been fucking my brother?”

“Jisung, I-”

“I asked you a question.”

“Long enough,” you muttered. “He found out we weren’t actually dating. I didn’t tell him-”

“That makes it better?”

“No, I just thought you should know.”

“What does it matter anyway,” he spat. “We had an agreement. You had one task and you couldn’t even do it. I should have never invited you on this goddamn trip.”

You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m sorry.”

Jisung laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I don’t believe you. If you actually felt any guilt over this you never would have done it. Or you would’ve at least stopped before it got to this point.”

“No, I am sorry,” you tried. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” he asked, eyes widening suddenly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

For a fraction of a second, you were thrown back in time. The best friend that didn’t hate you was suddenly standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. It passed just as quickly as it had come when you denied it.

“No, it’s just… I f- I’m in love with him.” You couldn’t even look Jisung in the eye when you said it, too afraid of his reaction.

It was dead silent all throughout the house after your confession. You stared at the floor where a puddle had appeared at your feet from your dripping hair.

He chuckled again in disbelief, breaking the silence.

“You’re not in love with him,” he said matter-of-factly. “You don’t even know what love feels like. You’ve only known him for a fucking month, how could you possibly love him?” You were crying now, furiously wiping away the tears that fell onto your cheeks. “You’re just lonely, y/n, and desperate, and grasping at straws for anything that feels like ‘love’.”

“That’s not true,” you insisted. You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend yourself. He was probably right.

“It is true! I’ve known you for how many years now? You’ve never had a real relationship with anybody. How could you possibly know what love feels like?”

You shook your head adamantly, convincing yourself he didn’t mean what he was saying. “You’re lashing out.”

“Is it lashing out if it’s true?” he quipped.

You swallowed hard, choking a bit.

“I can’t fucking believe this. My best friend and my brother. I went away to school to be on my own and have my own life, and somehow Minho manages to take that too.” He was mostly talking to himself now. “What if someone else had caught you two? How fucked up would that have looked? I put no flirting with my brothers on the list of rules for a reason, obviously. Although I guess it didn’t matter in the end anyway, did it? You didn’t take them or this seriously.”

“Ji, that’s not true and you know that. I’m the one who wrote out those flashcards. I memorized all that stuff about your family. I flew halfway around the world for you— I did take it seriously.”

“Until Minho offered his dick to you on a silver platter?”

“Oh my god!”

“Am I wrong?”

You sighed. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

“Explain it to me then. When did this all start anyway?”

“Minho kissed me for the first time in, um, Italy.”

“Oh my god, I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” he groaned.

“But it wasn’t like that then… he still thought we were together then.”

Jisung threw his hands up. “That makes it worse!”

“I know but he was drunk.”

“That’s not an excuse. You of all people should know that.”

You let the dig slide since he was in an emotional state and you were in no position to argue anyway.

“I know.”

“So you guys have been sneaking around behind my back for like a fucking month now?”

“We didn’t sleep together until Shanghai, when he found out we weren’t together. But I feel like I should tell you I kissed him in Japan. Just so that you know everything.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Jisung deadpanned. “Thank you for being so honest.” He spat the last word at you, which again, was deserved, but hurt nonetheless. You sniffled. “I can’t believe you’re the one crying right now.”

You couldn’t believe that Jisung wasn’t crying but then again he wasn’t the type to cry when he was angry. He only cried when he was sad, and that probably hadn’t hit him yet.

You were starting to get cold wearing nothing but a towel but tried not to let it show. Of course, Jisung noticed instantly. He sighed as you shivered and pursed his lips. Even when he was furious with you, even when your relationship was irreparably damaged, he cared about you. It wasn’t something he could just turn off, though maybe with time, he’d learn to.

“Anyway, go to bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

“O-okay,” you mumbled.

Jisung brushed past you abruptly, muttering to himself loud enough for you to hear.

“God, I wish I’d never fucking met you that night.”

You bit down on your lip as hard as possible to choke down a sob. All you could do was stand there motionlessly and stare at the floor. You waited for him to walk away into the living room but the footsteps stopped suddenly.

“Oh, and a word of advice-”

“Hm?” You turned around to face him, trying your best to pull yourself together.

“You should try getting over your feelings for Minho as fast as possible. He doesn’t love you back. He’s just using you, babe. I know he’s pretty smooth but that’s why he’s so good at his job. Easier said than done, I know, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”

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A New Kind of Love: Chapter III

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), friends with benefits, smut, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Nonconsensual touching, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Physical Violence (Minho punches a guy), Degradation, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 5,377

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: Apologies for the lengthy chapter. I am also realizing that I have written a lot of parties into this story haha, but it's college. Side note/fun fact: I based the campus and house off of Penn State and where I used to live. Feedback/thoughts are always welcome!

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Fall semester was coming to a close and the first snow had fallen on campus. You loved the smell of snow and the sound it made when it crunched under your boots. It rarely ever snowed back home. A few weeks had gone by since your library encounter with Minho and as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His touch, his tongue, they were haunting your dreams both day and night. As you replay the moment in your head, you miss Yuqi and Momo walking up to your table at the usual meet up spot. Yuqi sits down across from you and exchanges a look with Momo as they notice your spaced out state.

“Ground control to Major Tom?” Yuqi waves at you to get your attention.

“It appears we've lost connection,” the two girls mimic speaking into an intercom. You banish Minho from your head and smile at them.

“Sorry.”

“Damn, where did you go?” Momo, your other best friend, slides into the booth next to you wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Nowhere…” you shrug your shoulders. After placing your orders, the girls turn their attention to you.

“So are you going to Max’s party this weekend?” You look between Momo and Yuqi blinking.

“I guess she hasn’t heard,” Momo says. “Max is throwing a party at the Theta Chi house Saturday night to celebrate the end of finals. You have to come!”

“Jisung is going so he’s bringing his roommates with him,” Yuqi adds.

“Wow I guess you two are really hitting it off.” You mindlessly flip through the sugar packets for something to add to your tea.

Yuqi bites the tip of her thumb and scrunches her nose. “Yes.” She starts to giggle.

“Ew, okay.” You stick your finger down your throat, jokingly.

“Stop, I really like him!” She covers her face shyly.

“They’re all over each other, it’s gross.” Momo rolls her eyes in gest.

Yuqi scoffs. “Whatever, you just can't stand how cute we are.”

“That is accurate.” You laugh at Momo’s comment before changing the topic.

“So you said Jisung and his roommates will be there?”

Yuqi is scrolling through her phone mindlessly. “Yeah.” You pick at your napkin trying to act nonchalant.

“All of them or just-”

Yuqi lets out a frustrated sigh. “If you’re trying to ask if Minho will be there then just say so.” She places her hands on her hips and gives you a pointed look. The waiter walks over interrupting to drop off your food.

Momo takes hold of her plate and turns to you, “Minho? Who is that?”

“No one. He’s no one.”

“No one doesn’t fuck someone in a library, Y/n.” Yuqi raises an eyebrow, casually taking a sip of her coffee.

Momo’s eyes go wide as she shouts, “ What?!” You look around at the other restaurant patrons and try to shoosh the girls. Yuqi lets out a cackle. “What the hell, Y/n. Spill!” Momo drops her hand from your shoulder and nudges you for an explanation.

“Sorry, it’s nothing really. We just kinda hooked up a few weeks ago.”

“Minho went down on her in the stacks.” Yuqi says with a mouthful of food.

“In the stacks?” Momo lets out a whistle. “Yeah, sure sounds like nothing.” They both laugh and you kick them under the table.

“Ouch!” They cry out in unison.

Yuqi rubs her calf, still laughing. “And to answer your question. Yes, he will be there.”

“I didn’t ask.” You take a sip of your tea and shrug. Yuqi kicks you under the table now, but you don’t react.

“What are we going to do with her?” Yuqi sighs.

Momo looks at you coyly, “I can think of a few things.” She winks at you.

“Okay, now it’s my turn to be grossed out,” Yuqi feigns disgust as she looks at her meal. “And in front of my salad.”

“Speaking of tossed salad.” You choke on your drink and start laughing along with Momo. Yuqi throws her fork down. “I just lost my appetite.” She raises her finger in the air, “Check, please!”

On your way to the arts building to take your last final of the semester, you see Minho talking to a very pretty girl. Shoot. You had definitely been avoiding him at home and on campus recently, but curiosity gets the better of you. Quickly ducking behind some students, you settle behind a tree to get a better look. Minho stands leaning against a wall of a neighboring building. He’s dressed in utility pants, crewneck, and a beanie. He looks good. Too good. What a dick, you think. He’s laughing with her and they seem to be close. You feel an unfamiliar pang in your chest at the sight of them together. Minho looks in your direction and you flee into a crowd, sprinting to your final.

Minho chats with his dance partner, Mel. They break out into laughter as they recall something funny their dance instructor said earlier during their final. They have known each other since the start of Freshman year and while they weren’t best friends, there was still a closeness between them as dance partners. Minho was blown away by her skill the first time he watched her dance and knew he had to make her his partner after that. Mel has really helped him grow as a dancer and maybe had an influence on his patience too. While going over their plans for Christmas break, Minho feels the back of his neck tingle and senses eyes on him. He turns to look for the source and thinks he spies you, but you’re gone before he can confirm it’s you. He looks back to Mel to continue their chat when Mel’s girlfriend, Leah, joins them.

“Hey, you two.” Leah plants a kiss on Mel’s cheek. Minho greets her with a nod.

Leah looks at Minho and pats his arm. “You going to Max’s party this weekend?”

“Yeah, Jisung is making us go.”

“Making?” Mel questions.

“A girl he’s sweet on will be there so all the guys are going as moral support.” He shrugs.

“Sweet on? Are you from the past, old man?” Leah tries to poke Minho in the rib teasingly, but he immediately flinches, avoiding her. She turns to Mel, “We should get going, love.” Mel nods and gives Minho a wave.

“See you this weekend!”

He watches them leave admiring the two of them as they walk hand in hand. Minho catches himself imagining the two of you similarly walking around campus and gives himself a slap.

“Stop that!” he chastises himself and leaves for his next class.

Momo, Yuqi, and you stand at the base of the stairs of the Theta Chi house and look up. There are colorful lights blinking in the window and you can hear the base of whatever song is blasting. Yuqi pulls you both into her side and you ascend the steps. As soon as you open the door you're greeted by a flood of people dancing and chatting. Yuqi helps guide you through the crowd for a meeting point she had pre-planned with Jisung. Jisung and Felix spot all of you and Jisung jumps in the air to capture your attention. Yuqi sees him and shrieks excitedly. Still holding onto your arm, she starts running in the direction of the boys. You quickly grab Momo’s hand as you are pulled through the sea of people. Jisung pulls Yuqi into a hug and places a peck on her cheek. They stare into each other’s eyes fondly as they say hi to each other. It makes your chest tighten a little.

“Oh my god. They really are whipped for each other,” you whisper into Momo’s ear. She laughs and nods back.

“Hey, Y/n!” Jisung pulls you into a hug next, followed by Felix. Felix lingers a little and you notice he is staring at something past you. Minho watches the four of you from across the room and meets Felix’s eyes. Felix releases you.

“Hi Felix," you smile at him.

“It’s good to see you again,” he says, giving your arms a gentle squeeze.

You look at Jisung. “Hey, neighbor.”

“I feel like it’s been a while since we’ve seen you,” Jisung says. You laugh uncomfortably and Yuqi turns away to hide her knowing giggle.

“Just been busy I guess.” You turn to Momo, bringing her forward. “This is our friend, Momo, by the way.”

“Momo! We finally meet!” Jisung grabs her and gives her an unexpected tight hug. Yuqi’s face lightens up with the biggest smile. Momo looks at the two of you with a shocked face and laughs. Jisung releases her and Felix takes her hand as they exchange hellos. After Felix offers to grab beers for everyone, the four of you settle into a corner and comfortably chat. Felix eventually returns with drinks and joins in on the conversation.

You take a few sips, nodding your head to whatever Jisung is saying while you casually scan the room for someone. For him. Right on cue, the crowd parts and directly across the room in front of you, stands Minho. You notice his hand holding a red cup and find yourself staring at his fingers, then your eyes drift up to his arm admiring the tattoo covering most of his forearm. You make a mental note to get a better look at it later. Minho feels your gaze and looks in your direction. He thinks you’re staring at him at first, but then follows your eyes to his arm. He tilts his head and a grin spreads across his face. He takes a sip of his drink purposely pulling you from your thoughts. Your eyes meet. A warm sensation trickles through your body. Minho turns his attention back to someone. It’s her. The pretty girl from before. Did he come here with her? And who the heck is she? Are they sleeping together? You want to ask Jisung or Felix who Minho is talking to, but worry you’ll only get more questions back from them. Minho puts his hand on the girl’s shoulder and you feel an emotion akin to jealousy ignite within you. Momo notices you looking distracted so she nudges you.

You face her and arch a brow. “What?”

Momo leans into your ear. “Let’s dance.”

Felix asks to accompany the two of you and the three of you walk out to the makeshift dance floor in the living room. Minho watches you curiously, but remains chatting with Mel. Felix and Momo sandwich you between them while you jump around dancing and shouting the lyrics of the song playing. You try to forget about Minho and his pretty friend and get lost in the music. A girl you recognize from one of your art history classes taps on Felix’s shoulder and asks him to dance. He looks at you and Momo for permission, but you both wave him away.

“Go, have fun, babe!” He leaves the two of you to dance together. Momo gets distracted by someone behind her and chats them up so you now dance alone. Minho catches your eye again and you see him with another girl. You turn around growing further annoyed. Why isn’t he coming to say hi? Minho looks at the back of you wondering what game you're playing. He turns to Mel’s girlfriend, Leah, and excuses himself for a moment. He starts to make his way onto the dance floor when another guy steps in instead. He’s unsure what’s said, but he assumes he is asking to dance with you. You wrap your arms around the guy and start moving together. Minho feels anger boil under his skin, but decides to go find his roommates before he does something dumb.

Momo finally returns her attention back to you and gives your new dance partner a get lost look. “My turn,” she shouts as she grabs hold of your waist possessively. You thank your dance partner and turn around to face Momo. The two of you dance in the middle of the makeshift dance floor while taking more swigs of beer. She takes hold of you pulling you in closely. You both get into the rhythm and her warm body feels good against yours. You wrap an arm around her neck gently grinding into her. She takes that as a signal and brings you in for a kiss. It wasn’t the first time you had messed around with Momo. The two of you usually end up making out at some point whenever you attend parties together. Momo slides a hand down and gives your ass a squeeze. You slap her jokingly, but she doesn’t relent. Instead, she slides her tongue further into your mouth and you can feel her moan. Excitement rushes through you.

Minho finds Jisung and Yuqi in the backyard. They have been joined by a few of his other roommates, Hyunjin and Changbin. Jisung’s hand is wrapped around Yuqi’s back, holding her closely to his side. Minho hasn’t seen Jisung look this happy in a long time and it makes him swell with joy. He bumps beer bottles with the boys, greeting each other.

Yuqi leans into Minho’s side. “Have you seen Y/n?”

“She’s on the dance floor with your other friend.”

“Momo?” she asks. Minho nods and looks back in the direction of the dance floor.

“They’re somewhere over-” he cuts himself off when he spots the two of you making out. Yuqi and Jisung follow his gaze curiously. Yuqi sees the two of you embracing each other and rolls her eyes. Jisung stands with his mouth open like a fish and Yuqi smacks his chest. He laughs, but nervously looks to Minho for his reaction.

“I guess it’s that time of night then,” Yuqi says jokingly. “They’re like that sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Jisung says surprised. “Aren’t they friends?”

“Yeah, of course, and it’s just two drunken friends having fun. Don’t read too much into it.” She says that more for Minho’s benefit, but notices his fist balled at his side.

“There’s nothing between them. It doesn’t mean anything, I promise.” She places a hand on his forearm to reassure him. Minho looks at Yuqi and gives her a quick smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. He takes the last sip of his beer and walks away. Changbin notices Minho leaving abruptly.

“Where is Hyung going?” He asks Jisung.

“Probably to get another drink,” he lies. Minho hadn’t really told anyone about the nature of his relationship with you, but Jisung and Felix knew something was happening.

If you were being honest with yourself, you knew there was a chance Minho would see the two of you together. You didn’t know where he was, but you could feel him near. Were you doing this for attention? Maybe. Did you know why? Your buzzed state convinced yourself no. Momo weaves her fingers into your hair, pushing you closer together. Her kisses were becoming more desperate. You try to enjoy the sweet taste of your silly friend’s tongue in your mouth while you both sway to the upbeat music together, but Minho’s potentially disappointed face keeps interrupting your thoughts. You decide it is time to stop. You disconnect your lips and Momo whines when you try to step away. She pulls you back and nuzzles into your neck, licking your sensitive spots. She was definitely tipsy and the two of you often got touchy feely, sometimes more in the privacy of your apartment, but things were getting borderline public indecency now.

“Babe, we should stop,” you reluctantly push her away.

“Fine.” she says exasperated. “I’m gonna go grab another drink.” You could tell she was disappointed so you call after her.

“I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waves you off.

Alone in the crowd you look around for Minho, but accidentally bump into someone else. You face the person you assailed and see a gorgeous dimpled man smiling back at you.

“Y/n?” It takes you a moment to connect the dots.

“Oh! Chris?”

“Yeah!” The two of you had recently seen each other in passing, but hadn’t spoken much. You look down to inspect him.

“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”

“Nah, nah you're good.” The two of you start to casually dance together and chat when Momo finally returns with a new drink in hand. She looks to Chris then you.

“Is this the famous Minho?” Your eyes widen in mortification. Chris coughs and laughs, which makes you wonder if Minho told Chris about what had happened between you. You brush it off and recover your composure.

“Uh, no, this is-”

“I’m Chris,” he puts a hand out and Momo takes it. “I’m one of Y/n’s neighbors.”

“Oh, how fun.” She looks at you and smiles while waggling her brows. Still holding hands, you notice the two are definitely attracted to each other so you use this as an opportunity to escape.

“Alright, well, why don’t you two chat. It looks like I am in need of a refill now.”

“Later!” Momo waves without breaking eye contact with Chris. Pushing through the crowd of drunk college students, you look back and see Momo wrap her arms around Chris’s neck as they start to dance. Good. You love Momo, but you sometimes worry that if the two of you keep things going too long, feelings might get skewed and you don't want to risk losing her friendship…even if it was a lot of fun.

The kitchen is surprisingly sparse of people and you take a moment to soak in the quiet. You pour some punch into a solo cup and lean against the counter to sip. Minho knocks on the wall to announce his presence.

“Hey.” He stands with his hands in his pockets. He’s wearing black jeans with a white v-neck tee and jean jacket. You can feel your heart start to race so you look into your cup for a distraction.

“Hey,” you say casually. He takes a step into the kitchen and hovers. Minho can tell you’re trying to avoid him. Unable to take these games he finally speaks.

“Look, we need to talk.”

Before he can say what he wants to say, Kyle enters the kitchen and greets you, completely unaware of Minho’s presence..

“We meet again, sweetheart.”

A slight panic sets in as your two hookups stand in the same room together. You can feel your cheeks warm from embarrassment. “Hi, Kyle,” you say awkwardly.

“I was hoping we’d run into each other.” Minho feels anger climb up his spine as he sees Kyle swoop you into an embrace. He walks out of the kitchen in defeat. You peer over Kyle’s shoulder and watch him leave. The pang in your heart returns. Kyle releases you and pins you to the counter.

“I’ve missed you.” You look away from the empty space where Minho stood then meet Kyle’s eyes. You cock your head to the side amused. “Sure, you have.”

He leans in and whispers. “I’m serious. I miss the way you feel, baby.” You’re annoyed at his words turning you on. Are you really this horny or just tipsy? You chastise yourself.

“Why don’t we take this upstairs, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, Kyle.” You attempt to deny him.

“Are we really going to do this same dance every time?” He takes hold of your hand and heads for the second floor. Minho watches as the two of you disappear up the stairs and decides he’s had enough.

The two of you walk into the hallway where a few other couples had escaped to for some privacy. Kyle pushes you against the wall and kisses your neck. You place a hand on the back of his head as you feel your body give in to his caresses. He starts to pull you towards a bedroom, but the pang in your heart gets even louder. This isn’t right. You place your hands on Kyle’s shoulder and push him off of you.

“I don’t think we should, Kyle.”

“Come on, baby. Just a quickie.”

You roll your eyes and laugh as he starts to kiss your cheek. You push him away again.

“I’m being serious, Kyle. I don’t want to do this.” He ignores you and tries to guide you into an open bedroom, but he’s interrupted when he’s ripped from your arms.

“Get off her.” Minho yanks Kyle off of you pushing him into the other wall.

“Who the fuck are you?” Kyle shouts.

“Minho, what the hell are you doing?” Kyle interrupts you and lunges at Minho. Minho anticipates the move and decks him, knocking him down to the ground.

You look down at Kyle in horror. “Minho, what the actual fuck?” Minho doesn’t hear you and instead throws you over his shoulder. Kyle attempts to stand, but Minho whips around with you in tow and threatens him to “stay down.” Kyle slumps back on the ground. Minho’s punch dazed him a little. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“Fine, she’s all yours.”

“Gee, thanks, Kyle,” you say sarcastically as you and Minho walk down the stairs. You try to wriggle out of his grasp, but this just makes him grip onto your exposed thighs harder. He takes you outside to the front of the house and cautiously places you on the ground. You see him hover closely, anticipating your escape, but you just cross your arms and scoff.

“What? Do you think I’m going to run away?” The two of you stare each other down before he takes hold of your elbow.

“We’re going home.” It’s not a question, but a demand.

You pull your arm from his grasp. “You’re not my dad, Minho! You can’t tell me what to do.”

He laughs at how childish you sound. He gets in your face and you have to lean back so your noses don’t brush. You forgot how good it felt to have him this close. Minho thinks the same, but he tries to remain focused. His voice lowers and he repeats himself, “We are going home.” A shiver runs through you at the shift in his tone. You bite your lip as you feel warmth shoot through your middle. Minho grabs your hand and you don’t fight him this time.

Finally in front of the house, he releases your hand and you walk past him, but he reaches back out for you and grasps your wrist before you can get too far. You swing back at the force and face him. Minho is looking to the ground when he speaks. He looks calmer now, a little unsure.

“Were you really going to sleep with that guy?”

You shrug, “Probably not.” He shoots air out his nose and shakes his head. He lets you go and leaves.

“Where are you going?” you shout.

“To bed?” He looks at you incredulously.

“You’re such an asshole.”

He stops in his tracks, turning to face you.

“I’m the asshole? Me?” He cannot believe how bratty you are being. He also hates how turned on he is.

“Yes.” You stick your tongue out at him. That’s it, he says to himself. His eyes darken and he takes long strides back to you. He grabs hold of your forearm and pulls you into the alleyway beside your shared house. He cages you against the cold brick wall and all you can do is stare at him in bewilderment at his sudden actions.

“What the fuck are you doing, Y/n?” he growls. His anger sends a pleasant sensation through your body again.

“What?” you ask. Doe eyes on full display. He laughs and releases a hand from the wall to run through his hair. The smell of his shampoo invades your senses and you have to keep yourself from purring. Minho looks back at you, all amusement gone from his face. Goosebumps visibly spread across your skin.

“So were you just going to fuck everyone at the party until you got my attention?” Your mouth drops in surprise. He wasn’t…wrong, but you also weren’t expecting him to call you out. You look down at your shoes and shift on your feet. Minho grabs hold of your chin and forces you to look at him.

“You’ve got my attention now, princess. Are you happy?” You don’t answer. “What, no retort? You’re usually so opinionated.”

You try to look away again, but Minho keeps you in place.

“And what about you? You’re not so innocent.” Your voice shakes as you try to cling to a shred of your dignity.

“Me?” he asks.

“You were flirting with a few girls yourself!”

He takes a moment to think of who you could be talking about and realizes you mean Mel and Leah. It dawns on him in that moment that it was you he caught watching him on campus earlier in the week. He blinks a few times. “Is that why you were so misbehaved tonight? You were jealous?” You don’t know how to answer him. His eyes drop from yours to your lips. He gently moves his thumb over your bottom lip before slowly sliding it into your mouth. He watches you intently as you accept his digit and start sucking. You swirl your tongue around his finger, but he stops you when he pushes down on your tongue forcing your mouth open. He leans in and swipes his tongue across your own and you moan. He licks your mouth again before forcing your lips together. His hand drops from your chin and slides down to your waist. He takes in your lips fully. Minho’s other hand grips the back of your head pushing you further into your kiss. Your tongues wrestle for dominance, teeth clashing.

You grip the hair on the back of his head and tug, making him moan at the painful sensation. His moan vibrates through your mouth and down your spine. Minho takes his free hand and gently climbs your thigh and up to your waist. Goosebumps spread across your body from the touch of his hand. You have been craving this for weeks. He finds the band of your thong and snaps it against your hip. You both smile against each other’s lips as he pushes his tongue back into your mouth. He then traces the top of your panty line before slipping the tips of his fingers underneath the fabric. His fingers are cold in contrast to your warmth. He separates from your kiss and looks into your eyes for permission.

“Please,” you whisper. Still holding your gaze he slides his fingers down and through your folds. He collects your wetness and pulls out to admire his slick digits. You purr at the sight. He sticks his fingers in front of you. You take hold of his hand and push them fully into your mouth, tasting yourself. Minho swallows hard. There is only hunger in his eyes.

He grabs hold of your neck and crashes back into your lips so he can taste your arousal on his tongue. Minho’s hand returns to your panties and begins to trace circles around your clit.

“More,” you whisper into his mouth.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand, princess.”

“Please, Minho.”

“Better.” He pushes two fingers inside of you and begins to aggressively finger fuck you until you hear your wetness. You missed this feeling. He pants into your mouth as moans spill from your lips.

“You like the way my fingers feel inside you, baby?”

“Yes, Min, yes!”

“I fucking missed you, Y/n. Did you think of me?” He curls his fingers inside you and you cry out.

“Every day!”

You feel yourself about to come. “I’m so close, Min.” Minho removes his fingers from you leaving you empty. Your eyes fly open at the loss.

“Turn around.” You acquiesce and face the wall. “Hands on the wall.” You place your palms on the cold brick while Minho rustles through his pockets. He pulls out a condom and tears the packet with his teeth.

“Hurry up, Minho.” He gently slaps your ass and you yelp. “Patience, princess.” Minho slides the condom on and lifts the skirt of your dress. He gently rubs the skin of your cheek where he tapped you and gives it one more slap, this time harder. He pulls your thong down your legs and spits letting the string of saliva slowly fall onto you. He uses a finger to spread his spit through your folds, not that you need the extra lubrication.

“Minho, if you don’t stick your dick in me I am going to-” Minho tugs your hair pulling your ear to his lips.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you would be begging for my cock.” He slaps your pussy.

“God, I hate you,” you choke out. Minho just chuckles.

“Liar,” he whispers. Losing patience himself, he aligns his tip with your entrance and pushes in allowing your body a moment to adjust. After he bottoms out he pauses taking in the feeling.

“Fuck, Y/n, you feel amazing.” You can’t help, but preen. You’ve thought of nothing else than this moment.

“Minho, move!” you demand.

“Such a fucking brat.” He feels you clench on him. “Of course you’d like that, slut.” You clench again and he lets out a strangled moan at the sensation. He finally rolls into you and fireworks flash before your eyes. With absolutely no regard for your surroundings, Minho slams into you repeatedly. His hands grip your hips so hard, you’re certain he’ll leave bruises. You look forward to checking the damage in the morning. The heat begins to climb up your body as your orgasm approaches.

“Min” thrust “ho” thrust “I’m gonna” thrust “come ahhh!” He grabs hold of your mouth to muffle your screams as you cream on his cock. He looks down where the two of you are connected and groans seeing your come trickle down his dick and your legs. He continues to ride you through your orgasm before he finally grunts and releases. Remaining inside of you, he leans into your back and removes the hold on your mouth, gently sliding it down to your back and around to hold your breast. You place your hand on his as he gently massages you. You feel his warm breath on your back. The two of you remain holding each other against the wall until your breathing calms. After your high dissipates you pull away from him and turn around to push Minho off of you. He pulls off the condom, ties it off, and throws it into a bush. While he’s pulling his pants back up, you bend down to grab your thong.

“Leave them.”

“What?” You look at him confused.

“Those are mine now.”

You snort. “You’re kidding me, right?” He holds out his hand and motions for them. You throw them at his face, but he thwarts your efforts and quickly catches them, placing them in his pocket. You tug your dress down, feeling completely bare to the elements, and walk away.

“Good night, Minho.”

“So she does have manners.” Minho smiles expectantly.

“Crawl into a hole,” you say with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

“Sweet dreams, princess,” he blows you an air kiss. You bat his flying air kiss away dramatically. Minho just sighs and follows closely behind you to the front of the house.

“By the way, the girl you saw me with earlier is my dance partner, Mel.” You face him surprised at the sudden confession. He continues. “And the other girl is her girlfriend, Leah.”

“And I care because?” Feigning disinterest, you look at your nails. Minho says nothing back so you turn on your heel and leave. Minho shakes his head and laughs to himself.

Silently, the two of you head for your separate doors. He pauses at his entryway and waits for the sound of your door shutting. Once he hears your door close he goes inside the house wearing a smile he hasn’t been able to wipe away since meeting you.

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quin-ns · 11 months

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hey ! may i request some fluff with ethan landry where he thinks she’s asleep so he whispers i love you to her but she was actually awake? (can either be established relationship or not) you can decide how she reacts :))

im so glad i found your blog because you write for many of the things that i like and it honestly felt like i hit jackpot seeing your masterlist. feel free to turn down this request/change it up !!hope u are having a good day/night <3

aw well I’m happy you found me! 🫶

writing this as a quick drabble/ficlet bc I like the idea but can’t think of a whole fic lol- enjoy!

Whispers (Ethan Landry x Reader)

You weren’t going to the party at first, but all of your friends were going and you didn’t wanna feel left out.

Getting drunk wasn’t exactly the plan either. However, you were already getting your ass kicked by classes and you wanted to let loose.

Your friends encouraged you as they did the same, all of you keeping an eye on each other.

Except, you got a bit too far ahead and ended up having to leave your friends Tara and Mindy behind on the dance floor (aka, the frat house living room floor). You ended up on a couch nearby and closed your eyes, trying to zone out and not focus on the headache-inducing music.

Did it have to be so loud?

You felt someone sit down next to you and you heard a familiar voice ask you a question.

“You alright?”

You didn’t have to look to know it was your friend Ethan. You could tell his voice anywhere, the two of you were pretty close. You and Ethan liked a lot of the same stuff and it was easy to talk to him about pretty much anything.

You met him a while ago and coincidentally, his roommate was the brother to your friend Mindy. You all ended up hanging out in a group after realizing that.

“A little too drunk,” you admitted, your head lolling to the side. You opened yours eyes and found him watching you curiously. “And very tired.”

“If you’re tired I can walk you back to your place.”

You made a noise of disapproval.

“It’s so far off campus, I’d rather just sleep here.”

Sinking into the couch felt like a really good idea.

“My dorm isn’t that far,” Ethan suggested with a shy smile. “Chad won’t care and it’s a weekend so you don’t gotta worry about class.”

You did take him up on that offer.

“You’re so sweet,” you told him as the two of you entered his apartment. You laughed to yourself, feeling quite lightheaded. “And cute.”

Ethan smiled at that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but it’s a secret, so shhh,” you told him. You had a pretty huge crush on him, but you’d tried to keep it under wraps in order to maintain your friendship. But your words were coming out before you could stop them.

God, you were tired.

“Well, you’re pretty cute too,” Ethan said, then quickly changed topics when you didn’t respond right away. “You can take my bed, I’ll crash in the chair.”

He pointed towards a sad little beat up recliner.

You snorted. “No way, we can share.”

Ethan and Chad didn’t have bunk beds, so it was easy to kick off your shoes and climb into his bed. Another day you might’ve been more graceful, but it looked so comfortable and you couldn’t resist. Ethan did the same, not even changing into pajamas.

The two of you laid side by side and you tried to bite back a smile at the thought of being in bed with Ethan.

You rolled to the side, facing the wall, and closed your eyes. You were insanely exhausted and drunk, and really, really wanted to sleep.

“Goodnight, Ethan,” you mumbled to him. “And thanks for this.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he responded. There was a moment of silence where you thought he was going to say more, but he didn’t. Instead, he just said, “Goodnight.”

You started to drift off to sleep, getting comfortable. Maybe ten minutes passed and you should’ve been asleep, but you weren’t.

“Are you awake?” Ethan asked softly.

You were right on the edge of falling asleep finally and you knew if you started talking, that would never happen. Whatever he had to say, you two could talk about it tomorrow.

“I guess you are asleep… and now I’m just talking to myself.” Ethan laughed a little and you tried not to smile. “That’s okay, you need sleep. I just wanted to say… I’m glad you trust me and that I can be here for you. I like being your friend, and I—I like you, y’know?”

It was quiet for a long moment. Your breathing remained steady and you thought maybe he’d closed his eyes and drifted off.

Instead, he rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm over your body.

“I really like you, actually. Like I lot… as more than just a friend,” Ethan continued in a whisper. You could feel his heart racing against your back and you tried to not let on that you were awake. “Maybe even love you, but that’s crazy, right? We’re not even dating and I think I’m in love with you…

You really wanted to open your eyes, but you didn’t want to embarrass him. He’d just poured his heart out, it didn’t seem like the right move to surprise him.

“I’ll tell you for real someday, if I can ever get the courage to ask you out.”

You hoped that was a promise that Ethan could keep. You liked him too—a lot—and hopefully that day he’d ask you out would come soon. You really wanted to see how things would go because you had a feeling that you could be in love him too.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream #quin-ns writing #request #ficlet #asks

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rosyjn · 9 months

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Roommate- human!jake sully x reader NSFW

THIS IS MY LONGEST FIC YET BTW! (If you see typos pls let me know)

You hated being a human on Pandora. You showed up in January 2154, young and alone. The head of security, Miles Quaritch, constantly demonized the natural life of Pandora. He claimed the indigenous were “savages” and that everything that lives in the forest wanted to kill us. Most of the time, you were confined to the boring human base, nestled next to a forest.

About a week after arriving, you befriended Grace Augustine and began to help her out with her lab work. She was almost like a mother to you. Norm was pretty much your brother, Trudy being a sister. It was your lab friends that made life worth living. The first time you ever left the base was with all three of them, to go collect samples with Grace. And you swore Pandora was the most beautiful place in the universe. The floating mountains, waterfalls, forest life, bioluminescence- your eyes were glued out the door, and you'd take polaroids until your camera ran out of film. Since then, you were thoroughly invested in the avatar program, and dedicated your time to perfecting it. Though you never got an avatar yourself, you were fine with that.

Around 6 months after you showed up, a new member of the avatar program showed up. His name was Jake Sully, and he wasn't supposed to be there. His twin brother Tom had died before you even came to Pandora, and Tom was who Grace actually needed for her project. Jake was, unfortunately, the only person who could take Tom's place. When Jake arrived, it was Lyle Wainfleet who informed you of what he looked like before you met him. For some reason, Lyle thought it was funny. He had stormed into the cafeteria, sitting down next to you while you ate a small cup of macaroni and cheese.

"Wainfleet, what? It's my dinner break right now, a bitch needs to eat!" you snap, turning away as he settles down at your table.

"Y/N, Pandora's got her first meal on wheels," he cackles, whispering to you.

"The fuck are you talking about?" you squint, crossing your legs in annoyance.

"Tommy Sully's dead, they've got his brother here-" he continues.

"What.." your expression softens, a scared look plastering across your face. You never knew Tom, but how are you going to break this news to Grace?

"Tom Sully's brother is a crippl-" he raises his eyebrows, trying to speak more clearly for you.

"I don't care about his brother! How are we gonna tell Grace?" you set your fork down into your bowl of food, your appetite already having disappeared.

"Bout Tom?" he grumbles. You nod. "Don't matter, they got the same genome, anyhow. The experiment oughta work either way."

"You don't get it, whatever. Tell me about this new guy," you sigh, checking the time on your wrist.

"His name is Jake Sully, he's a cripple. His legs don't work anymore, some spinal incident or sumth'n. Gets around in a wheelchair now. Good looking guy, Grace is gonna hate him though," he smiles at the last sentence.

"Not funny," you shake your head. "Y'know where he's staying?"

"Yea, residential building 3, unit 01." he looks down at the table.

"Stop playing with me!" your eyes grow wide and you punch Lyle's shoulder, making him laugh again.

"I'm not, that's where he's livin'! What's your problem?" he pushes your hand off, brows furrowing in confusion.

"Oh god," you grumble, burying your face in your hands. His face lights up in realization.

"Looks like someone's got a new roommate!" he teases, getting up from the table and hurrying out of the cafeteria before you can scold him. You accept your reality and get up to throw away your trash, knowing you have to head back to work. How the fuck did you end up with Sully? You knew at some point, all the unimportant people have to room with some other nobody. It's a rule- human camp shouldn't take up too much space. But you were enjoying your time alone. Your apartment was decorated all girly, and you knew it might change now. You just hoped to god that Jake wasn't as bad as he sounded.

When you entered the lab again, Grace was already pissed.

"Who’s got my goddamn cigarette?!” she growls as she sits up, returning from her avatar form. You anxiously watch as an assistant scurries to a nearby drawer, grabbing a box of Newports. “Guys, what’s wrong with this picture?” she waves a hand at the assistant, “Thank you,” and relaxes when she finally gets a lit cigarette in her mouth.

“Grace Augustine is a legend-“ Norm explains from behind you. You spin around, thinking he was just joking with a friend. A gasp leaves your mouth when you see it- Norm walking, guiding a young man in a wheelchair through the lab. That’s Jake, it must be Jake. You sigh and your eyelids flutter as you watch them head towards Grace, knowing that she’s not going to tolerate this switch-aroo. But you cant help but notice the new guy, weirdly handsome. His eyes are striking, intense in a way.

“Norm, hi!” you smile, walking up to him. It’s almost like a desperate attempt to stall Jake from meeting Grace. It’s stupid, you know at some point they’ll have to collide.

“Hey, Y/N! We’ve got Tom’s brother here! Doesn’t he look just like him?” Norm gestures to Jake, stopping in his tracks. You take a look at him- the first good look you’ve had so far, and he is hot. His face is built so well, and you can see his strong shoulders through his tight shirt. But, his gaze is what really makes you melt, the look on his face…

“Hi! I’m Y/N! How are you? Nice to meet you!” you extend a hand out, bending your knees a little bit to get on his level. Your intent was to shake his hand, which works well. He holds out a large, warm hand and gives a firm handshake. You smile and exhale, but it appears Jake isn’t trying to hide that his eyes are traveling back and forth from your cleavage to your face.

“I’m doing good,” his voice is deep and intense and it makes your heart flutter. “See ya at lights out,” he winks at you and you let go of his hand and back up a little. Norm’s brows furrow at this comment, and his nostrils flare a little.

“Oh, uhm, okay!” you awkwardly smile and back away further, getting closer to Norm.

“Who the fuck?” Grace’s voice booms from behind you, and you jump a little. You slowly inch away, leaving the situation. Norm follows. When the two of you are already on the other side of the room, the tense dialogue between Augustine and Sully fades.

“Y/N, you alright? Is that guy hitting on you?” Norm grabs your arm gently, with a concerned voice. “That comment, about lights out, what did he mean?” he questions.

“My god, didn’t tell you yet. We’re fucking roommates,” you whisper yell. “He just moved in today, building 3 unit 01,”

“If you don’t feel safe at any time, tell me, okay? What type of guy is he?” Norm’s hand leaves your arm, and he leans back onto a table.

“I don’t know! This is the first time I’m meeting him!” you facepalm. “So, if you’re wondering… I don’t know anything about him yet,”

“Okay, just- tell me if he bothers you,” Norm says.

“Of course,” you promise, smiling. He creeps away to do lab work, and in the meantime, you walk over to Jake to strike up a conversation.

"Hey," he says, turning himself towards you.

"Hi, what's up?" you sit down across from him, and he comes closer, tilting his head.

"I saw all those polaroids you've got hung up in your bedroom, you look cute in 'em," he leans back in his wheelchair, pretty much ignoring your question.

"In my bedroom?" you question, almost feeling like your privacy has been invaded.

"What, I'm not allowed to check out my new place?" he jokes.

"God, I'm sorry," you laugh and look down at the floor, listening to the noises of everyone pack up for the night. Once you're reminded that you have to live with this guy, you wish time moved slower. "Oh, how was Grace? How did that conversation go?" you change the subject.

"Why don't I tell you about it at home?" he suggests, making a dreadful feeling develop in your stomach. It's something about the thought of sleeping in the same space as this guy, who you now have a crush on, that makes you nervous. What if he walks in on you in the shower? What if you walk in on him? The thought of him calling your place "home" already was enough to make your heart speed up. You know it's stupid, that you're unnecessarily anxious.

"Sure, I'll walk you back, just hold on a second. I've gotta say bye to everyone," you get up from your chair, pretending to not notice Jake looking at your ass. You circled the lab, helping everyone clean up and hugging your friends. Norm and Trudy gossip in the corner, concerned for your safety. You assure them over and over that everything is fine, even though you can feel Jake undressing you with his eyes from across the room. You ignore all their speculations, walking away with your new roommate following.

"They hate me, don't they?" Jake shakes his head as you enter the hallway with him.

"Don't stress about it, they hate everyone. It doesn't help that you're an ex-marine. The marines here are ignorant to what the scientists think," you raise your eyebrows, digging in your pocket for your key.

"I'm not ignorant, I can promise you that," he nods, a smile growing onto his face. You take your key out of your pocket, continuing your walk home. "Not a long commute, huh?" he says.

"Yeah, everyone gets their home depending on where they work. You and me got real lucky: the first unit in the building," you happily approach the door, putting in the key and twisting it. It gets more and more noticeable- the way Jake stares you down. You try to ignore it, kicking off your shoes. "I think I'm just gonna go take a shower," you tell him. He nods, relaxing as you walk off into the bathroom.

You slip off your clothes, reaching for the shower handle and twisting it. As you look in the mirror, waiting for the water to warm up, you can't stop thinking about Jake. It drives you nuts. How can you live with him when his face makes you so horny? Of course, the quickest solution comes to mind. When you step into the shower, your hand immediately slithers down to your clit, where you rub in circles over and over again, warm water coating your body. Soft little noises leave you, you hum in satisfaction at the thought of getting on your knees for him.

After you finally finish, a feeling of shame washes over you. This isn't right, this is weird. It's weird to touch yourself at the thought of your roommate. You decide you need to get rid of this crush; to find an outlet or something. You can't keep yourself like this. Your brain rushes with thoughts as you wash your hair and body. "I'm gonna get over him, I'm gonna get over him, I'm gonna get over him," you whisper to yourself, the sound of the water making you almost silent. "I can't get wound up like this, not for him. None of my friends like him.." you tell yourself. They're all silly, desperate ideas to make you feel calmer.

Stepping out of the shower, your mind is in a tranquil state. You do your skincare, comb your hair, dry your body, put lotion on, etc. You're clean- clean and fresh. Now, you can go to bed. You can just go right to your room, put pajamas on, and sleep. You wrap your naked body in a flimsy towel, wet hair hanging down past your shoulders as you walk out the bathroom door.

"Fuck," a voice from behind you startles you, and the towel almost drops. You clutch it turn around quickly, fear filling your heart. Your cheeks flush red when you see Jake, watching your body attentively.

"Oh, hi- I was just- going to bed..." you awkwardly shy away, feeling bare. You're in nothing but a small, wet towel.

"No you're not, come here," he pats his thigh.

"Jake, what?" you nervously chuckle.

"Sit, here in my lap," he orders again, patting himself harder this time.

"I- don't have anything on," your voice grows soft.

"I know,"

"Not even underwear,"

"I know, why do you think I'm asking? Come here, sit." he growls. At this moment, it's like you've lost all your self respect. You feel like his little slut. You slowly walk towards him, before straddling him on his wheelchair. You clutch your towel tight when you sit, trying not to show yourself. Your breath hitches when your wet cunt presses up on his sweatpants, and he looks you dead in the eye. "What were you doing in the shower, hmm?" he interrogates, intimately moving a wet strand of hair out of your face.

"We've only just met," you push his hand away, shaking your head. "This is too much," you tell him.

"Then why are you still sitting here, pussy pressed up on my leg?" he grabs your hips, holding them tightly. Your eyes widen and you look down in shame, but you don't move. "Yeah, I know how you feel about me. Go on, please yourself." he starts to move your hips ever so slightly, the friction teasing your clit. Your eyes flutter shut as Jake rocks you back and forth with his strong arms.

"Can I tell you something?" you ask through breathy moans.

"In a second, after you cum, okay?" he replies.

"Mhmhmm," you whine, trying to signal a yes. Suddenly, you feel like that scary distance between you and Jake has been filled. Filled with the sound of you whimpering and getting rubbed on his leg, filled with the horny gazes that he gives you and the quick shower masturbation that you sneak. Jake's hands hold you tightly, fingers digging into your plush hips.

"Ditch the towel already, will ya?" he grunts, his hands traveling up to your chest and pulling your towel off of you. You gasp at the cold air that rushes in against your bare body, and your nipples stand upright. Jake throws your towel onto the floor, hands kneading at your breasts now. “Little slut, just met me and you’re already soaking my pants,” he leans back in his chair, reaching for the band of his sweatpants while you desperately pleasure yourself.

“I really wanna tell you something, oh god, I really wanna tell you something,” you mewl, throwing your head back.

“What?” he whispers, pulling his now erect cock out of his pants. You don’t notice, you’re just overwhelmed with pleasure.

“I wanna, wanna get on my knees for you..” you mutter, eyes still clenched shut.

“Hmm?” he slowly strokes himself, watching your body.

“I touched myself,” you lean into Jake, trying to make your words clearer. “Touched myself, at the thought of it,” you finally open your eyes again, only to be met with the sight of his cock. You gasp, the vision being enough to tip you over the edge. You melt into his arms, his dick grazing your lower belly as you slouch into him. He takes you in, holding you sweetly as you finish all over his leg. Your nails dig into his clothed shoulder, and the pinching sensation makes him growl.

“Fuck,” he remarks, gently moving you out of the way to see the arousal stains you’ve left on his pants. With your arms still wrapped around him, you look down, growing shy when you realize how wet you are. “On your knees, now. Show me what you touched yourself to,” he pushes you off of him and you practically crumble onto the floor, legs unstable from the orgasm you had.

“Ah,” you sigh, taking his cock into your hand shyly.

“What did you picture when you were pleasuring yourself, hmm?” he teases. You slowly bring your head to his tip, giving it small licks and kisses. He’s circumcised, groomed well, but not completely hairless. You don’t mind. You keep licking his tip, before expanding to the shaft, salivating down it. His cock throbs, the blood flow making it hot.

“Mm, tastes so good,” you smirk before opening your mouth and engulfing him fully in your mouth, the tip tickling the back of your throat. His base presses up on your nose and he whimpers. For the first time ever, you’ve heard him whimper. You pull away, a string of saliva connected to your lips, and take a deep breath.

“Fuck,” he strokes your head, pulling and holding your hair into a ponytail which he kept a grasp on, keeping your hair out of your face. You go back in, mercilessly sucking him off. The room fills with slurping and choking noises, along with crude moans and breathing. His cock throbs and twitches in your mouth, occasionally squirting out little bursts of pre cum. You grip onto his legs to hold your body steady, even though your knees were beginning to hurt from pressing into the floor. Your head rhythmically bobs up and down.

“Close?” you ask with an aching jaw.

“Mm, yeah,” he sharply exhales, his grip on your hair growing tighter. You keep up the pace, not going any faster or slower. “My god, you’re fucking good at this. Who taught you how to give a blowjob?” he grunts, making eye contact with you. You take his cock deep in your mouth, your lips and tongue pressing tightly against his girth. It hurts so good. The way he pulls your hair, the sting being so pleasurable. The way your jaw hurts from stretching your mouth open wide. The way your knees hurt from sitting on the floor: it’s all the most perfect pain.

“Mmm,” you hum against his tip, making him spill over the edge.

“Shit!” he grunts, spilling a fat load into your mouth. You close your eyes as it squirts out, coating your tongue and the insides of your cheeks. Little droplets of the warm, salty liquid spill out onto your lips, where you lick them up enthusiastically. You met Jake Sully a couple hours ago, and now you’re tasting his semen.

“When was the last time you came like that?” you wipe your mouth, getting up off the floor on wobbly legs.

“C’mere, you can hardly walk,” he says, reaching out and pulling you into his embrace, where you relax, sitting on top of him. You rest your head on his shoulder and curl up into a ball in his lap, he holds you sweetly and strokes your hair. “Where’d you learn to suck dick?” he asks.

“Um, I mean- I was never taught,” you close your eyes.

“Beginner’s luck, huh?” he chuckles.

“I guess,” your voice is raspy, probably because you just had a dick down your throat.

“C’mon, where do you wanna sleep?” he begins to move his wheelchair.

“Next to you,” you say, picking your head and and looking at him. You notice his features up close and trace little shapes on his cheek. “So pretty, Jake. You’re so pretty.” you remark.

“So, my room?” he ignores your touches.

“Anywhere you want,” you lean in, kissing him on the mouth. He takes his hand off of the wheel, holding your face as he kisses back. It’s a sweet kiss. Jake closes his eyes, stops in his tracks, and holds you.

“Your room, then,” he pulls away, smiling at you. It’s the first real smile you’ve got from him. You melt like putty into him while he heads towards your bed. The comforter is white, the sheets are pink, the room smells like you. Smells like home.

He sets you down gently onto the bed, and you crawl in, immediately relaxing in the warm blanket. He gets in after you, taking his shirt off before he tucks himself in.

“Love you, Jake.” you whisper, turning over in bed and cupping his cheek. He turns to look at you, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Babe, you’re gonna have to put some clothes on, or else I’ll be hard all night,” he jokes. You ignore that remark, and stare at his abs instead. But your eyes travel down, and something pokes through the blanket under his torso.

“No way,” you shake your head. “You’re an animal!”

“Yeah, I’m also hard. Come here, ride me.” he pats his torso, leaning back completely.

“I don’t wanna be limping tomorrow at work,” you complain.

“Fuck work, come here, ride me.” he orders. Annoyed (but also insanely horny), you hop onto him, straddling him yet again. A euphoric smile crosses his face as you line his wet cock up with your dripping entrance. “Push down now,” he holds your hips tightly, slowly shoving them down. But you resist, confusing him.

“I’m nervous,” you whine.

“Why? What’s wrong?” he kneads the flesh on your ass.

“Don’t know, it’s just-,” you stutter.

“You just rode my thigh and then sucked my dick, there’s nothing to be nervous about.” he teases. You sigh in response. He’s right. “Go on now, I’ll help ya,” he holds you tight as you lower yourself on his cock.

“Mmph!” you grunt, arching your back as the tip stretches you out. Jake gasps, pushing you down further until your clit touches his base. His dick stretches you out far, your walls clench around him tightly. “Oh, oh god,” you pant, toes curling with pleasure. His tip brushes up against your cervix and you cry out.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Relax for me, okay? Take a deep breath,” he pats you lovingly. Your brows furrow as you watch his cock go in and out slowly, and little squeaks come out with every shallow breath you take. “Deep breaths, want me to do ‘em with you?” he offers.

“Y-yeah,” you whimper. His hand traces along your belly and he breathes in slowly through his mouth, making it especially loud for you to follow along. You follow along with him, his cock still balls deep inside of you. Your muscles relax, allowing you to take him with less pain.

“Hurting?” he asks, his grip on you loosening.

“A little, in a good way,” you moan, slowly speeding up. You can feel little vein and twitch, and the slight curve that he has in his dick. Your warm, wet pussy squeezes him tight. It clamps on him harder with every little movement you make. “My god!” you yelp, the stimulation starting to become too much for you.

“I know, I know, just come for me, okay?” he bounces under you as you ride him. “Come all over my cock, real quick, okay?” he grunts.

“Yes, yes!” you throw your head back, stomach coiling as your orgasm nears. Your legs shake more, and Jake grabs your hips again to keep bouncing you. Your hands hold into his pecs for balance, your eyes clench shut. All the deep breathing flies out the window, and you’re back to desperate panting.

“Goddamn, gah-,” he whimpers. Your hands squeeze his chest tightly and your cunt squeezes his dick when you come. You fall forward into him embrace, legs shaking. Your heat contracts around him. You pull your hips away, his wet cock coming out. A squelching noise becomes audible when it leaves you, his cum dripping out of your hole after it. The substance was more watery, after you’d already milked him a few minutes earlier.

“Oh my god,” you hug him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay.” he coos.

“I think being your roommate will work out just fine,” you kiss his neck.

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