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yuwuta · 4 months

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*TEST DRIVE — YUUTA OKKOTSU

❝I WILL NEVER LEAVE BY YOUR SIDE, DON’T YOU KNOW YOU GOT A RIDE OR DIE

pairings. okkotsu/reader, uhhh implied maki/nobara and sort of itadori/fushiguro but that’s not so important for now

warnings, themes. non-curse/modern au, marriage of convenience au, i thought long and hard about who would fit this trope best and all i can say is that i didn’t really pick just one in the end, so if this spirals in a wedding/marriage playlist, you’ve been warned, um… sort of implied possessive behavior on yuuta’s end but it’s only teased for now :)

word count. 2.5k i can yap about him all day

playing. test drive/ariana grande, going crazy/exo, heart of glass/blondie, idea/taemin, tipsy/chloe x halle

“I just heard the funniest joke from Inumaki,” Nobara says, welcoming herself into your apartment. You’re not surprised, and continue with your dessert preparations. Yuuji, to your left, spares her a wave, before going back to diligently preparing the vegetables.

Maki is the only one to respond by turning slightly in her seat to raise an eyebrow at Nobara when she walks up to the island, “Since when do you think Toge is funny?”

“Not usually,” Nobara admits, taking the neighboring open seat. She crosses her arms atop the counter, and squints at you, “But he surprised me this time.”

Your eyes fidget to Maki, who seems equally confused by Nobara’s unnerving stare, then to Yuuji, who appears none the wiser, because he happily chirps, “Well, I wanna hear it! Tell us, Kugisaki!”

“He said that it was soooo kind of you to share your anniversary date with Yuuta and have us all over for dinner,” Nobara drawls, “Then I got confused, of course—but then I thought, ‘Maybe they’re secretly together and I just didn’t know. Wouldn’t be a huge surprise.’”

You flinch at that, “What do you mean that wouldn’t be a huge sur—”

“This is the funniest part, though,” Nobara squints, “He said that you’re actually married, and he meant that today is your wedding anniversary. He was pretty convincing, though. He’s very committed to the bit—even challenged me to ask you at dinner, but I figured I’d straighten it out now,” she drawls, reaching over to steal a cucumber slice from Yuuji’s station, “You’re not actually married to Yuuta, right?”

You pause, for too long. Maki’s disbelief shifts from Nobara to you, morphing into a threatening glare that makes you chuckle nervously. Yuuji keeps turning his head between you and Nobara, waiting for one of you to crack.

It’s not her. “Okay… define married,” you mumble.

Nobara all but jumps across the island, standing up and slamming her palms on the counter top. “What do you mean ‘define married’—there’s only one definition!” Yuuji frantically sweeps his preciously sliced vegetables out of her range. “You’re either married to Okkotsu or you’re not, which is it?”

You pause again. Too long this time.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Maki says, “It’s true? Toge says that shit all the time, how he can ‘still hear wedding bells’ when you two are around. Oh, I’m going to be sick.”

“Wait, you’re married?” Yuuji quips, “Since when? You should have told me, I would have gotten you a present!”

“Okay, okay—enough!” you yell, taking a step back, “It’s… true, but it’s not what you think. Yuuta and I are legally married, but we’re not together together.”

Nobara reaches to flick you on the forehead, “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means, we’re married on paper only,” you explain, strategically placing your knife in the sink, far out of Maki and Nobara’s reach.

“Say more words,” Maki demands, “Now.”

You sigh. Even Yuuji has paused his preparations, blinking at you with those big, wide eyes, and you know for sure there’s no way out of this now.

“It happened four years ago. I—”

Despite being the one who asked you to say more, Maki is the first to cut you off, incredulous, “Four years? You’ve been married to that beanstalk for four years and neither one of you twigs thought to mention it?”

“Maki, let her finish,” Yuuji pitches in for you, reaching a comforting hand out to your shoulder, “Maybe she was dying and needed Okkotsu-senpai to sign her insurance papers so the government didn’t sweep her away! I saw that in a K-Drama once,” he smiles proudly. Nobara pinches her face in disgust, immediately refuting and calling Yuuji an idiot for believing everything he sees on TV.

“Honestly, that’s not too far off. I’m not dying—and neither is Yuuta,” you hastily correct the worried faces peering at you, “But he was sick as a kid, and long story short is something got fucked up with his insurance when his parents died. It wasn’t a big deal, at first, but it spiraled into a bunch of issues, the biggest being the threat of taking his parents’ house away from him.”

Nobara pulls back, crossing her arms. “Why didn’t Gojo just do something then? That idiot has more than enough money to spare for some petty hospital bill, even with twenty years of interest.”

“He did,” you assure her, “But then the house became its own problem. His parents didn’t leave the deed in his name, and the community board tried to say that Yuuta had no assets and wasn’t a favored candidate for their neighborhood, even if he was their son.”

“That’s bullshit,” Maki interjects.

“Yeah, totally not fair,” Yuuji pouts, “That’s his dead parents’ house and they wanted him to prove himself?”

“Pretty much,” you sigh, “Basically marriage is something that helped prove his eligibility… plus some doctored philanthropic donations on Gojo’s end, and letters of recommendation from Shoko and her co-workers.”

Nobara tuts her bottom lip out. “I don’t know, I’m not buying it.”

“No, it makes sense. I’m sure by now all his parents’ neighbors are a bunch of uptight, old heads who didn’t want some kid throwing parties nearby,” Maki argues, “But once they hear he’s a young, married, nurse with a side hustle in philanthropy, I’m sure those geezers welcomed him with open arms. Sounds like some shit my family would do, too.”

Nobara hums, factoring in Maki’s evaluation. “Okay fine. Yuuta marries you, he gets his parents’ house back and probably commits insurance fraud too,” she settles, “But what about you?—You said this was mutually beneficial, so what did you get out of it?”

You probably should talk to Yuuta about revealing all the details of your marriage to your friends, but you knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Yuuta’s parents’ death and the issues that came along with it weren’t a secret at the time, but your problems are something you kept private. It’s a miracle you’ve gone this long under the radar, and you know Nobara isn’t going anywhere with unanswered questions.

“Permanent residency status,” you tell her, “Yuuta’s a citizen, so in marrying him, all my problems about finding a job in six weeks after graduation disappeared.”

“But… you got a job?” Yuuji questions, head tilted.

“Yeah, eventually, but I didn’t know I would, and it was either take that chance, or be forced to go back home, and my time was running out,” you reveal, twiddling your thumbs together, “Look, I would have said something at the time, but everyone had their own shit to deal with after graduation. I would have asked any one of you to marry me, but I knew Yuuta was the only one with a reason to say yes.”

The kitchen falls quiet as the news sits with your friends. Nobara and Maki’s stern disbelief slowly morphs into empathy, and Yuuji’s bright eyes grow steely with concentration as he pieces your story together.

Then he springs up, “Wait, I totally would have married you, senpai!”

You laugh, a lightness easing its way back into the room. “Thanks, Yuuji,” you lean to give him a kiss on the cheek, but you’re met with Nobara’s outstretched palm instead.

“Nuh-uh. Just because I think this marriage is insane doesn’t mean that I condone adultery.”

“It’s not adultery. I told you, Yuuta and I are married on paper only—he’s free to date and kiss whomever he pleases, and so am I,” You roll your eyes, pushing her hand away and giving Yuuji a kiss anyway, which he happily accepts, sticking his tongue out in mockery at Nobara.

Maki scoffs, “Are we sure that Yuuta knows that?”

“Of course he knows that.”

“So then why hasn’t he dated anyone?” Maki presses, eyes lowering into a teasing glare.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Who Yuuta does or doesn’t date isn’t really my business.”

Nobara pulls at her hair, “Yes it is. You’re his wife.”

“His contractual wife,” you correct.

“Contractual?”

“Wait—have Yuuta and Toge not totally kissed on several drunk, or am I the only one who saw that?” Yuuji interjects.

“No, that was you and Fushiguro,” Nobara says, “And nobody cares about you two right now.”

You put a hand on Yuuji’s shoulder, “I care about you, Yuuji. Please, tell us about your drunk escapades with our dear Megumi.”

“Save it, Itadori,” Maki cuts in, crushing Yuuji’s bright demeanor, “You and Yuuta are way more pathetic. Keep talking.”

“Since when do you even like to gossip?”

“Since she met me,” Nobara gleams, proudly, “Now, keep going.”

You give Yuuji an apologetic glance before continuing, “I just mean that by the end of this year, Yuuta and I can get amicably divorced without raising any suspicion. Our marriage can’t be contested as a sham, I’ll be eligible for citizenship and housing on my own, and all will be well.”

It’s quiet again, for a moment. You bite your lip in anticipation. Ultimately, you knew that none of your friends would judge you and Yuuta for what you did, but it wasn’t exactly normal to marry your friends for legal benefits, and then hide your marital status from almost everyone you knew. Still, this conversation was going about as well as it could, until Maki starts laughing.

Her laughter starts off quiet, then grows gradually, until it becomes concerning. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Maki actually laugh before—a few amused grunts, and occasional drunk giggles, yes, but full-on, blown laughter is a first. It’s scary, and as you glance at Nobara and Yuuji, you’re clearly not the only one worried.

“You actually believe that he doesn’t feel anything for you—that’s rich,” she says through laughter, clutching her stomach, “God help you if you think you can just divorce him. You two are so fucked, you deserve each other.”

“Wait, speaking of rich, did you sign a prenup? Isn’t Yuuta totally loaded now that he’s a nurse and related to Gojo—I also don’t think that you’ll be able to divorce him that easily, but if you kill him, you could be an instant millionaire,” Nobara reasons.

“That’s so shallow!” Yuuji exclaims, “Also, I’m a nurse, and I wouldn’t say I’m loaded.”

“That’s because you’re not cute like Yuuta,” Nobara mocks, “If you were, then you’d make the big bucks.”

“I’m cute!” Yuuji cries, turning to you, “I’m cute, right?”

You reach to pat his head, “Yes, Yuuji, you’re very cute. And perfectly well off enough. Yuuta works inhumane hours for his money, don’t be like him.”

“Itadori, you make, like, quadruple what the average person makes,” Maki reminds him, “You just spend it all just as quickly.”

Nobara scoffs, “Which he can afford to do because he’s a nepotism baby.”

“You just said I was poor and ugly, and now I’m a nepotism baby? Pick a story, Kugisaki!”

“I don’t have to pick shit. Nanami-san sponsors your entire life, and enables your bad spending habits,” she huffs, “Yuuta’s a nepotism nurse, too. In fact, you both make me sick.”

“Okay, then by that logic Fushiguro is also a nepotism baby!”

“Well, duh. He’s, like, the poster child for nepotism babies all around the world.”

You drown out Nobara and Yuuji’s argument, mulling over Maki’s words instead. Did she mean to imply that Yuuta would make your divorce difficult on purpose?—you don’t see why; Yuuta doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body, and it wouldn’t serve him any purpose. You didn’t sign a prenup, but you would never argue ownership over any of his assets, and you know that Yuuta knows that; he’d already given you so much, you would never try to take anything from him.

In fact, getting divorced would only open more doors for him. You don’t know if Yuuta hasn’t dated in the past four years out of some lingering loyalty to your marriage, but if that was the case, then you don’t want to stand in his way for any longer than necessary, and you especially don’t want him to grow to resent you for it. He would no longer be unnecessarily bound to you; he’d be free, legally, to carry on with his life—you would be the only one indebted to him for his boundless kindness.

Truthfully, you hadn’t thought much of your divorce throughout your marriage. You knew that after five years, you could get divorced without consequence, but you hadn’t pictured how that would go. The thought of it somehow messing with your relationship to Yuuta, and your mutual friendships makes your head hurt. Maybe you should have married Yuuji instead.

“Are you kidding, Yuuta would have mauled him,” Nobara chuckles, “Plus he would have lost his childhood home.” You blink. Guess you said that last part out loud.

Her words spark more bickering between her and Itadori, and this time you turn to Maki. It was evident that she was just as much in the dark as anybody else about your secret marriage, but, still, it seemed like she knew something that you didn’t.

“Maki, does... you said I think that Yuuta doesn’t feel anything—then what does he feel?”

Maki blinks, then shakes her head, “You clearly don’t know who you married. That’s for you and your husband to work out.” She continues, this time that same wicked laughter is back, “Just know that whatever your plan for divorce was, it’s not going to be that easy. Yuuta is stupid, clearly, but he’s not that dumb. At least, I hope not.”

You pout, shoulders slumping. That was about the most cryptic and least comforting response a person could give, but you shouldn’t have expected more from Maki. Luckily, Yuuji moves to give your shoulders a comforting rub, forgoing Nobara’s exclamations of him being a homewrecking harlot.

At this point, you can’t tell if their arguing or your overthinking is causing your headache. Maybe you should cancel this group dinner all together; there’s no way you and Yuuta won’t be the topic of conversation all night, and you’re not exactly looking forward to pairing Maki’s mystic messages with Toge’s public humiliation, unless you start consuming liquor now.

Deciding that’s the best plan of action, you turn to your cupboards to reach for a bottle of wine, pawning off popping the cork to Maki when your phone buzzes, catching your attention.

It’s a text from Yuuta, similar to one you’ve received on this day every day, for the past four years, with something a little extra tacked on this year.

from: yuuta 🌟 — happy anniversary (and i’m not just saying that because the feds are watching) (＾∇＾) — cheers to us, and many more! 🖤

#tldr; this is all toge's fault lmfaoooooo #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuuta x reader #yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta smut #yuuta fluff #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines #jjk smau #jjk fanfic #gojo x reader #gojo smut

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Hi Mae! I absolutely adore you and your writing, you truly have a gift!

Can I please request something with James Potter where readers anxiety is really bad and is super emotional cause pms and is just kinda struggling and needs to be dealt with the most gently? Totally not projecting much at all lol 😬😫🤣

Totally no pressure if you don’t feel up to it! I love reading anything you write ❤️❤️

Hi lovely, thanks so much!!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 772 words

“Here y’go, love.” James presses a mug’s handle into your hands, and you take it quickly once you realize he’s holding the hot sides.

“James!” you hiss, chiding. “You’re going to burn yourself.”

Only James Potter could make a shrug seem fond. He sits down beside you on the couch, hand resting on your thigh, and the knee you hadn’t realized you’d been jiggling slows to a stop.

“What’s eating you?” he asks mildly, rubbing you from knee to hip as he sips his tea, quietly hinting for you to do so as well.

You sigh, blowing on your tea before raising it to your lips. “Nothing so important I should be this stressed about it,” you say bitterly. “It’s just PMS.”

You hate how your hormones mess with you around this time of the month. It makes it feel like you can’t trust yourself, because you’re never sure if the emotions you’re experiencing are valid or amplified by your body’s punishing cycle. Your already oversensitive nerves go into overdrive, and you feel three times as susceptible to bouts of rage or crying, though which one it’ll be is as good as a coin toss. Everything is just more, and all the time, and it sucks.

James makes a sad puppy sound. “Yeah? Are you hurting, honey?”

“Not really.” You have a headache, but that’s probably more due to your anxiety than anything else.

“Well, why don’t you try telling me what’s bothering you,” James suggests. “Even if you think it’s not a big deal, maybe I can help.”

You sigh again, a heaving, dramatic exhale. “Macy’s having a birthday party this weekend.”

That surprises a smile out of James, and he tilts his head to look at you bemusedly. “Oh, how nefarious! Shall we curse her?”

You give him a look that says not funny, even as your own lips curl up slightly. James smothers his grin as best he can (which is to say, not very well), nodding at you seriously to continue.

“I just—” you heave another sigh, and James’ hand redoubles its efforts on your leg, squeezing the fatty inner part encouragingly. “I’m not going to know anyone there, and I’m going to have to go straight after work on Friday, and she and her friends always stay out so much later than I want to. I just know I’m going to be exhausted.”

“Okay.” James is nodding, still looking slightly confused. “So don’t go.”

“But it’s her birthday,” you say, the last syllable taking an unexpected turn into whiny territory as your eyes grow wet. “I don’t have an excuse to miss it and I’ll be the worst friend in the world if I do.”

“Sweetheart, hey.” James’ voice takes on a slight panicked edge due to the appearance of tears, though you can tell he’s trying to be soothing. His hand abandons your leg to snake around your waist, scrubbing up and down your side. “Honey, you’re a great friend. You’re just looking out for yourself a little bit,” he promises, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s think about who’s going to be more upset, alright? If you miss it, Macy might be a bit sad you didn’t come, but she’s still got all of her other friends who don’t know you anyway, and the party will probably go on as it would have. But if you go, you’ll have to hurry there straight after work, you might be too tired to be much fun, and you could end up miserable the whole night. Sound right?” You nod wretchedly, and he hums into your hair. “So just miss this one, and make it up to her with lunch or something another time, yeah?” At your hesitation, he adds, “You have plans Friday night, you can’t make it.”

You look up at James. “I don’t have plans, though. I don’t want to lie to her.”

“Sure you do, sweetheart,” he contradicts you, grinning. “You have plans with me, duh. You’ve only been friends with Macy for a couple months, right?” You nod. “Well then sorry, Macy, but I’m pulling rank.” You laugh, and James swoops down to kiss at your dimple when it appears. “I need my girl for Friday night. She’s pre-engaged.”

James can never stop kissing once he’s gotten started, and you hide your cheek from him in his own chest, wrapping your arms around his waist in an awkward sort of hug. “Thanks, Jamie.”

You can still hear the smile in his voice. “Anytime, my love. Now, since that’s been resolved, do you think you can drink your tea? It’s gonna get cold.”

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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄

☁︎ charles leclerc x female reader

☁︎ there is nothing better than carving pumpkins with your husband and your little girl

☁︎ no warnings just very sweet dad! charles content ahead<3

☁︎ i’m really excited for this, i love dad!charles so much you guys have no idea..i love this fall celebration fic idea idk why i didn’t do it before…

Across the table lay a sheet of fabric to protect the delicate cherrywood underneath from the pumpkin seeds and goop that was about to take up the space. You and Charles had taken your daughter Alia out to get some pumpkins to carve for Halloween. Of course, you had to take a little road trip to find only the best according to your husband, Alia had the time of her life that day.

“Maman is it almost ready!” your little girl shouted from the top of the stairs

“Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur”

Charles voice could be heard from the kitchen as little footsteps descended down the stairs, a shy smile on her face

“Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur…”

You smiled turning to see your daughter coming over to you, Charles leaning down to press a kiss to her head

“Oui c’est ça mon ange”

“To answer your question princess it’s ready now, do you want to pick your pumpkin?”

Alia’s face lit up as she nodded, carefully studying the three big pumpkins in front of her

“The middle please! So I can be between papa and you maman!”

It never failed to make your heart soar at just how much Alia loved both you and Charles, she constantly wanted to do things with the two of you.

“The middle one is yours then my love, Papa can help you clean out your pumpkin too if you’d like”

The little girl nodded, getting up onto her stool so she stood higher so she could reach everything she needed. Charles carved the top off of her pumpkin with a knife, knowing it was too sharp for her to grab

“So do you have your spoon bébé?”

“Oui papa! Can I start?!”

He laughed

“Yes, go ahead”

The three of you began to scoop out your pumpkins, Alia obviously asking for her dad’s or your help when her arms got tired, which seemed to be more often than not. Once they’d been cleaned out, you helped her trace the face she wanted to carve, her eyes watching you carefully, in awe of the soon to be carved pumpkin.

“Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?”

“C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour”

She furrowed her brows looking up at her

“Mais pourquoi?”

A smile tugged at your lips at your daughter’s curiosity, she always wanted to know the what, the why and the how, Charles says she takes on after you.

“Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?”

“Maman?”

Alia turned to look at you, a soft smile on her face

“Yes baby?”

“Why is it called a jack-o-lantern…?”

You pressed a kiss to her cheeks before thinking for a moment

“I think because it reminds people of a lantern…you know when Papa lights a candle sometimes and the light flickers?”

She nods

“Well I think it reminds people of that..”

“Oh okay maman!”

Alia was quiet for the next while as Charles helped her carve out the shapes she’d asked you to draw in the pumpkin. His was already complete as was yours, both of you going with a traditional triangle eyes and smiley shaped mouth. Honestly you’d argue this was some of your best work to date.

While Alia was busy admiring the now finished pumpkin she had Charles came over pressing a kiss to your cheek

“We’re pretty good no?”

You leaned into his touch

“I think so, some of our best I’d say” you replied to which your husband was quick to agree too.

“Do you think she’s going to ask us to get more..?”

In hindsight maybe you should have picked up more than three pumpkins, this activity seemed to enrapture your little girl, and knowing her, she’d want to keep carving as much as she could.

“Well I might have picked up some extra…they’re out in the backyard”

You tilted your head enough to look at him, a gentle smile on his face

“You think of everything don’t you baby?”

“I just always think of my girls…knew Alia might want to make another one”

Leaning up to kiss him you sighed happily

“Worlds best husband and dad award goes to you, as always Char”

Before Charles could answer you Alia let out a few giggles

“Look at Papa’s pumpkin! It’s so funny!”

Charles feigned hurt

“Hey, it doesn’t look funny!”

“Yes Papa! It looks so funny!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly along with your daughter as she poked at her father’s pumpkin. When stopped laughing she looked between the two of you, her eyes filled with joy

“Peut-on les allumer maintenant?”

This time you nodded, fixing her hair a little bit

“Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes.”

As she took off towards the front door, you and Charles brought the pumpkins over, happy to get some time to spend all together as a family, especially with Charles being away at races or having other obligations with his sponsors. You had each other, and of course your little pumpkin herself, who now would want to carve as many pumpkins as her arms could handle.

Who were you and Charles to stop her, even if you two ended up being the ones who did most of the work.

translations:

Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur: Alia, what did we say about shouting inside?

Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur: that it’s too noisy inside

Oui c’est ça mon ange: yes it is my angel

Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?: dad, what is it called again?

C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour: it’s a jack-o-lantern my love

Mais pourquoi?: but why?

Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?: Why don’t your ask your mother

Peut-on les allumer maintenant?: can we light them now?

Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes: yes come on little pumpkin, daddy will bring the matches

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pwinkprincess · 8 days

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Fratboy Gojo taking reader to a bedroom at a party and shoving her face into the mattress cuz she’s too loud

“babygirl, you have to be quieter. they’re gonna hear how much of a slut you are f’me if you don’t.” satoru is looking at you through the bathroom mirror. he has a grip on your hip and his other hand is gripping the back of your head, forcing your head to stay still while he fucks you.

“‘m tryin’ toru! it jus’ feels too good.” your breathing is shaky as you struggle to talk. you’re trying to stay lucid while talking to him but it’s so hard when he’s still stretching you out with his cock.

“well, try harder.” satoru grunts. he goes back to moving his hips in a steady but firm motion. and you were doing good until he hit that spot and instantly, you’re a loud mess again.

“oh for fucks sake.” satoru pulls out of you and fixes his jeans. “fix your dress.” he orders as he walks to the door.

“toru, are you mad? i’ll cover my mouth this time. jus’ don’t be mad with me.” your voice is pleading. you continue to try and apologize while you’re shuffling your dress back down you could feel your arousal leaking with every motion.

“‘m not mad.” he declares. he peeks his head out of the bathroom and surveys the hallway. it’s empty, in the far distance he could hear people laughing and chanting. this party isn’t particularly big, just a few people were invited. it’s more so a small get together if anything, there’s no music playing, just people talking and drinking. that only makes it harder for satoru to fuck you in the bathrom, unfortunately.

he opens the bathroom door wider, “walk to my room. be quick.” he tells you.

and you walk. your feet are deserted from the pretty shoes you had worn over here. feeling the cold wood under the balls of your feet makes you cringe just a little.

once the two of you are in satoru’s room, he’s quick to close and lock the door. you’re standing in the middle of his floor, clueless of what to do since he didn’t give you any orders. satoru makes his way over to you, before you could get a word out, he’s gripping the back of your neck and leading you to his bed.

your breathing is cut short when he suddenly pushes your head deep into the mattress. your face is mushed and you have to open your mouth to get some sort of circulation in your lungs.

you could hear him unzipping his jeans and him humming lowly to himself. shivers dance along your skin when he lifts your dress and exposes your pussy to the cold air. he abruptly presses his thumb down onto your clit, making you shiver even more.

he lines himself up to your awaiting entrance, he uses the arousal he collected on his thumb to rub along his dick and get it lubricated just a bit more. when he slides himself into your gummy walls, you’re hissing and biting down onto his comforter.

“hands.” he orders. like the obedient bunny he’s taught you to be, you’re quickly throwing your hands onto your lower back. he’s just so much bigger than you, he doesn’t even need two hands to cage yours. he uses his free hand to grip the back of your head and make sur e you’re not able to lift it.

you’re a biting and drooling mess while he fucks you. your pussy is making all of these embarrassing noises that you hate but satoru absolutely loves.

“pussy’s louder than you, baby. get loud like you were n’the bathroom. no ones gonna hear you, now. jus’ toru.” he says before pressing a kiss on your lower back.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 7 months

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Could you please write a fic about the team bringing Charles’ girlfriend out to him because he’s getting really depressed after his races?

He is super surprised and gets really emotional when he sees her? 😭

Maybe also a lil horny and smutty as they catch up lol 😉

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

Genre: fluff, smut

Warning: smut, innercourse, surprising, Charles lost lol

Pairing: Charles leclerc x reader

Word count: 1.1k

Author note: honestly need more request so send something

Enjoy

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Charles sighed loudly as he walked into his room. Another lost for him but what was new. He was expecting it every time he went out on the track.

He sat down on the couch with a sigh. His hands ran over his face as his head falling back against the back of the loveseat. He was frustrated without himself. Every time he went out there he feels like he wasn’t doing his best.

Before Charles could relax, a knock against the door was heard. Charles groaned getting up from his comfortable position to answer it.

He was ready to give the person on the other side an attitude until he saw who was on the other side.

“Surprise!” You threw your arms up and smiled at him. Charles couldn’t believe you were here. You rarely got the chance to come with him. You had a difficult job that required your attention fully.

Without a second to waste he pulls you into his arms. “Bébé, what are you doing here?” Charles kissed your neck, taking in your scent he missed dearly. He heard your giggles that made him melt, fill his ears while he did so.

“I needed to see you so I took some time off work and got here with the teams help.” Charles pulls away looking at your smile. He couldn’t help but mirror it.

“come inside Amour.” He stepped out of the way, letting you into the room. He shut the door behind himself to give you two privacy.

When Charles turns around he sees you sitting on the couch watching him.

“I know you didn’t have a good race day, but I’m happy to help make your day better with my presents.” You commented. Charles sat down beside you. “you being here really does help.” Charles leaned over capturing your lips with his.

Charles felt you shifted closer to him to deepening the kiss you both were sharing. He pulls away before it gets anymore serious. You groaned at the lost of contact.

“so tell me everything you have going on at work.”

Charles let you talk and talk while all he did was smile and listen to you. He thought you were the most beautiful woman ever. You were gentle and soft. Always full of joy and always was smiling. He felt lucky to have such a light in his life.

When you were finished you took a playful big deep breath causing Charles to laugh. “I’m happy to hear everything is going well. “Maintenant.” Charles pulls you on to his lap. He placed his hands on your waist holding you against himself. “j e vais me concentrer sur toi.” (now. I’m going to focus on you)

Your lips found each other again. Your makeup session became heated after a few minutes. Lots of tongue and tiny grunts shared. Charles could feel himself growing against you. He’s sure you felt it.

When you stopped for air Charles spoke. “lets get out of here and go to the hotel.”

You giggled, climbing out of his lap. “sounds like a good idea pretty boy.”

You helped Charles grab his things and leave. Before getting in the car and going to the hotel, Charles stopped to get pictures with some excited fans and sign some autographs.

They also tried to get a picture with you put you were too shy for that. Eventually Charles finished up and dragged you to the car by your waist.

You both arrived at your hotel in 10 minutes. You quickly made your way to Charles room. Charles watched as you jumped on the bed as he shut the door. soon he joined you on the bed. He pulled you against him so you were halfway on top of him before he’s kissing you again.

You started kissing each other like you were earlier only this time his hands were all of your body. Charles found the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up slightly before grabbing your breast.

You moaned when his finger pinched your nipple. Charles smirked.

“lets take this clothes off.” He said. you did as he said and pulled off your T-shirt. Next went your jeans and your panties. Soon you were nude in front of Charles.

Charles had only managed to pull off his shirt because he was so entertained by you stripping.

When he saw you laying on the bed in absolutely nothing he took off the rest of his clothes at the speed of light.

“J'ai besoin de te baiser. “I need to fuck you) Charles muttered. He pulled you by the legs to the edge of the bed. You giggled, sitting up on your forearms and watching him spread your legs open. He took his length in his hands and then pumped himself a few times before he lined up against you.

Slowly he pushed into you. You hummed, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up.

“Si serré.” (so tight)

Charles moved inside of you. He groans at how tightly you squeezed him. He looked up at you, your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. Your chest rose and fell with ever stroke.

At first it started slowly, but quickly he gain speed and started thrusting into you at the speed that filled you pleasure.

“Putain Charles.” (fuck)

You looked at him, slight moans escaping your lips.

“You like that?” Charles voice was super low as he spoke to you. It made you clench around him as it turned you on even more.

“you feel so good.” Charles leaned over. His forehead against yours. His movement didn’t still.

“You’re going to come?” Charles lifted your legs pulling them to your chest. You tremble at the new position. You were indeed close.

“Yes. I’m going to come.”

Charles kissed your lips. He pulls away. He kept fucking you. Your breathing grew rapid. Your stomach buzzed and you clenched around Charles. Before you know it you were coming

You fell back against the bed and let your high taking over you. A few more thrust and Charles pulls out and cums on your stomach.

Charles left the room and went to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel for you and came back wiping his cum off your stomach. He laid down beside you and sighed

“thank you for surprising me. La meilleure surprise de tous les temps.” (best surprise ever)

You smiled. “you’re welcome Charles.”

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So yeah send request

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #Charles leclerc fanfiction

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kooahae · 7 months

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After Last Night: Work Visit

Read the previous drabble here.

Read the next drabble here.

Summary : something seems up with Jungkook so you go to his job to cheer him up.

Pairing: best friends to lovers, Jungkook X female reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Big d!ck koo, oral (m.receiving) use of good girl bc well that’s what he called her the first time, office Jk is hot to me- he’s still a simp, cursing, swallowing, deep throating, they're down bad for each other as always <3

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: Before we get a little angst we have this and one more fluff drabble coming out hopefully this week- if not I’ll do my best to lyk when. School is kicking my ass but yeah me and my angsty babies will have our moment. I promise. As always thanks for reading 🩵

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Today has been so long! Jungkook is beyond exhausted. He didn’t really want to be in the office at all today on top of it. He’s gotten used to working only 2 days in the office, and three at home due to his routine. The thought alone of his routine being disturbed pissed him off. Plus, He has been in serious work mode all week. He hasn’t even been able to just cuddle on the couch. You’ve been asleep the last 2 nights when he got home as well. You cuddle up to him like usual when he climbs into bed but damn, he’d do anything to just have a lazy day and not be in a rush to get up.

Apparently, his employees can’t follow simple directions. He’s been stuck reprogramming a new app for what seems like forever. He swears if it didn’t pay the bills, and If he wasn’t so good at it- He’d find something else to occupy his time. He wishes he got paid for all the times you cross his mind, that would be a lot better than being here -and he’d be filthy rich!

As Jungkook reaches into his pocket for his phone to call you, someone else rips his chance from him.

You have got to be fucking kidding.

“Oh, um..Mr. Jeon I just wanted to ask is it okay if I leave early today?” His assistant asks him.

Jungkook has never been someone who was extremely strict. He knows he’s younger than most of the people working for him and he’s been cool about a lot of things because of that. However, that does not mean they can walk all over him. They take time away from you when they don’t do their job and also add more problems than solutions lately. He’s simply fed up.

“Go into the meeting room and call everyone there please Duri.” He asks nicely, even though he doesn’t know why he keeps being so kind about it.

“Oh…okay sir. Will do. But i-“

Jungkook really doesn’t care. He’s not trying to be mean but today has been a shit show. Things could be going better than this. That’s all he’s hoping for.

“Duri…tell them they have thirty minutes. That means you too.” He points to the door, sitting his feet up on his desk.

His assistant stares blankly, so Jungkook squints, points again and tilts his head.

“By the time you’re done looking at me…There will be zero minutes.” He exhales placing his hands behind his head, as he watches Duri run out.

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Today you’ve decided to bring Jungkook lunch, he seemed so sluggish this morning. He gave you your good morning kisses but you can tell something is up. He didn’t even remember his banana milk. You’ve seen him do a lot of unusual things, but this weirdly enough takes the cake. The last time you even remember him acting like this, was when he swore he bombed an exam -He got the top score in his class, but that’s not the point. Jungkook genuinely only acts like this when there’s more work than he wants to do, or he feels burnt out. You know him the same way you know yourself, if not better. You have been thinking about him heavily today as well. You both could use a day off after this week, but life isn’t always that kind, you’ll just have to make do with your idea today.

You get dressed in a shirt of his since he likes you in them so much, a cute skirt and some shoes. Food and banana milk in tow, making sure you feed Bam on the way out.

Once you arrive you can hear him giving what may be a motivational speech in the conference room. Jungkook is so cool in your eyes. He has his own business at 23, which he started two years ago. His gym side-venture is thriving. You’re almost there with him but not quite yet, starting your own media company is in the works though, and it’s nice to have his support. It still amazes you how Jungkook can make his mind so quickly with business decisions. He’s really intelligent- that’s exactly what you love about him.

You realize you’ve been just standing in the entryway like a creep daydreaming about your boyfriend so you continue to walk forward and get closer to the door.

“Can someone explain to me why everyone thinks they can just leave early while I reprogram everything? “

Oh. That’s why he’s so tired.

You take note that no one responded, so there’s no reason he should have been left to do everything. He’s absolutely right. Your poor baby. you know how much of a perfectionist he is as well. He deserves some rest too though. You decide to keep listening.

“We’re supposed to be a team so I treat you fairly but this isn’t fair…I have someone waiting at home for me too.” He says.

That person is you- and that makes your heart do backflips, the butterflies in your tummy rise, and a smile creep upon your face. You now know why he’s been so out of it lately. He’s doing a lot of hard work, barely gets as much time home as his employees and he just misses spending time with you. You’ll definitely visit work more when he can’t be at home with you if it makes him feel better. You miss him too whenever you’re separated. It’s really refreshing to know he feels the same.

As for Jungkook. His heart is kind of heavy. He knows it hasn’t been that long but he’s really been stressed out lately, the past two weeks at work have been hell and he feels like he can’t catch a break. He just needs to be with you, somewhere he can relax. With someone who is his comfort place.

“Starting today we all do our delegated parts. I do mine. You do yours. We talk to each other about things beforehand that could affect other people’s schedules. Understood?” He asks. You can tell he doesn’t want to be that guy, but he also knows he’s been too nice until now.

“If you do your part I don’t care what you do afterward if you wanna go home so be it. But finish your task.”

He looks so withdrawn and tired. Watching everyone give him a head nod, you decide to just go sit in his office while he dismisses everyone.

He walks in completely irritated and immediately starts patting for his phone but then looks up to see you. Sitting on the loveseat in his office. Smiling and waving hello to him. The sun from the window lightly shines on you. You look like what you are- his angel.

“Hi, handsome!” You stand up and walk towards him.

“You’re really here? Like I’m not going crazy because I missed you?” He says waving his hand in his own face.

He’s always so silly. You hug his waist. Your face in his chest. He immediately hugs back. He doesn’t know how you knew he needed you, but he doesn’t care. He just appreciates the fact that you always show up for him. You always have.

“No, but you’re checking your hand silly to make sure you’re real. Instead, you should be kissing me to make sure I’m real…” you say peaking your head up and poking your lips out.

“You’re so cute. “ He says leaning down to kiss you. Cupping your face in his hand. Lips smacking gently against yours. His kisses are so soft and feel divine.

“I’m. sorry. I’m. not. home. “ he says a kiss between every word.

You pull away and look up at him he’s still holding your face so you place a hand on his forearm.

“Don’t apologize for working. I’m glad you stood up for yourself and I’m even happier to be here with you.” You say and lean back in for another kiss.

“How am I so lucky?” He says as you both finally pull away.

“Makes two of us! I brought you lunch and even brought my laptop too.…”

Jungkook sits in his office chair and you climb on his lap. Straddling him.

He immediately reaches for the remote that closes the blinds. Not that anyone can see his office from where they sit but just in case they thought of approaching him.

You wrap your arms around his neck.

“If you’re gonna be bored and have to be here, let’s be bored and overworked, responsible people together…” You say leaving a kiss on his neck.

“…I can rub your shoulders while you code. You can fill me in on everything I missed this week.”

He hisses at the sensation of your neck kisses. Hands running up and down your sides.

“I really missed you.” He says and puts a finger on your chin to tilt your head to his. Kissing you yet again.

Then he continues. “Don’t want to work, just want to be with you” He’s always pouting, so you do what anyone would do in your situation-Pull his bottom lip in, and suck on it gently then let it go with a pop.

That’s when an idea pops into your head.

Jungkook��s office is spacious, and you can tell he needs to decompress, so maybe you’ll …

“Don’t work then, let me do it.” You say and push the chair back a little bit so you can stand up.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, “ Aren’t you supposed to do your work?”

“I will.” You say and he looks up at you. Standing in front of him with your head tilted- fucking cute, he also takes note of how you made sure to wear his shirt.

“Baby you don’t really like coding… I tried teaching you before unless it’s a blog or something-“ you interrupt him.

You place your hands on his thighs, hovering, still standing, and kissing him.

“If I do a good job on it, we go home.” You state matter of factly. Almost like you’re making a deal, that you know you’ve won.

He chuckles “Who’s work mine or yours?”

“Mmm it’s my task but…” Jungkook watches as your fingers dance closer to his crotch.

“You’re the work.” You finish your statement dropping to your knees.

You love the way he looks at you from above. Biting his lip and tilting his head slightly.

Jungkook raises his hips so you can unfasten the button on his trousers.

“Gotta be quiet princess-oh shitt.”

Jungkook’s head falls back as your hand strokes up and down his length. He knew he was the task- but if you’re about to suck him off here, his work day has had the best turn of events possible.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” he nods breathlessly, It’s interesting how you both have the same effect on each other.

“Don’t you always.” He says rolling his head forward to watch you. His mouth is drawn out into an ‘O’ shape, You know how much eye contact turns him on and you haven’t broken it yet. He looks fucked out and you’ve barely done anything.

You spit on his dick and move your hands up, your pumps are perfect and have him bring his lip more and more at the sensation.

“Babygirl, I think that’s enough teasing.”

You shake your head no and look up at him through your lashes.

“How can you look at me like that knowing I’ll rip your clothes to shreds if -Fuck.” You don’t mean to interrupt him. You promise. You just really notice all the precum oozing from his tip and can’t help but put your mouth on it. Sucking on the head of his dick like the good girl you’ve shown him you can be. He deserves it though

If you kept teasing him, you knew he would edge you non-stop later as well - and you’re already soaking through your panties.

As you look up at Jungkook once more, you slide his entire length in your mouth at once, His shoulders relax and his hand comes to your hair and moves it out of your face.

He has a thing for visuals, you happen to be his favorite.

You rest at the base and keep your eyes on him as you bob up and down. Jungkook is massive, He’s really impressed that you can take him the way you do, and suck him so effortlessly. All of it makes him hard whenever he thinks about it. This is going to be engraved in his brain forever.

You finally lift up and Jungkook watches the drool from your lips that’s attached to his cock as well.

You moan at the sight of how red, swollen, and slobbery you have his dick, before going back in for more.

Jungkook’s moans have been turning you on, he sounds so good and it’s making you never want to stop as you suck the soul out of him.

You start to moan too, rubbing your thighs together for friction. He just looks so fucking good! You could cum from the visual in front of you as well

“Look at you sucking my dick like a good girl, so fucking pretty!” He says gripping your hair up more so he can enjoy his view.

You go all the way down once more, then tighten your lips as you come back to the head of his dick, moaning so he feels the vibrations go down his shaft.

“Just like that baby.” He says encouraging you.

You continue deep throating him, watching his knees get weaker even though he’s in the chair, he looks like he’s barely holding on. Fully concentrating on the way he looks at you with lusty eyes but can’t contain his moans.

Your hand starts palming his balls as you feel him deep in your throat.

“Fuck baby girl, I’m gonna cum soon- oh my fucking god!” He’s trying his best to be quiet. You really hope his coworkers can’t hear him, but a part of you doesn’t care as long as he feels better.

Jungkook is close and you nonverbally ask him with the look you give him for confirmation, just to double-check. He’s panting and can barely answer you.

“Y-ye-yes baby.” He finally manages to muster out.

You swirl your tongue up and down as you continue deep-throating him. It’s all so sloppy and messy. Your eyes are a little watery too, but you won’t stop until you swallow every last drop.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” His chants and breathing are erratic which means…

Jungkook pushes your head all the way down and bites his lip, looking at you as he cums all down your throat. It’s so warm and thick. You moan and feel his hand slip from your hair to your neck as he pushes himself further one more time.

He pulls all the way out and you gasp but stick your tongue out to show him you’ve swallowed every last drop.

You rise to your feet and sit on his desk, but he stands all the way up and towers over you. Lips brush across yours before he leans into your neck and leaves a kiss right below your ear lobe.

“I’d love to bend you over here but let’s go home. I want to hear you scream.”

You don’t have to be told twice!

So back home you go- the both of you.

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callsignangel · 1 year

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screen rant babe - jack champion x interviewer! reader

warnings: none! fluffy but not a ton word count: 1059 requested by @gcidrvsh <3 ↳ "hi!! could you write something for jack champion? like where they meet on the set of scream (cuz they’re friends with jenna ortega) OR whatever you really wanna write its up to you" a/n: hi friends!! sorry this look so long. this fic is the first part of what's going to be a series about jack champion. i gave the reader some background (and a surprise relative) in this fic just to add some substance. i misplaced my list of people to tag, i'm so sorry! i'll be sure to set up a proper tag list for future parts of this series. i hope you enjoy!! reblogs and feedback about my work is deeply appreciated. <3

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it had already been a long press day, having been interviewing the cast of avatar: the way of water for it's upcoming release. it was finally nearing the end of the day - you just had one more interview left with trinity bliss and jack champion. the interviews had been done in pairs, like sam and zoe, sigourney and jim, bailey and jamie, and now trinity and jack.

they had been sitting there when you walked in, patiently waiting as you arrived on time for their next interview. making sure your mic was on properly and working, you greeted them both with handshakes and quick small talk before you all seated yourself in those god awful uncomfortable directors chairs. "okay, it's so great to see you guys!" you began, a big big smile on your face. "my name is y/n and i'm here in partner with screenrant interviewing some of the cast from avatar: the way of water which is in theatres worldwide on december 16th," you finished your introduction, allowing them to begin theirs. "hi, my name is trinity jo-li bliss and i play tuktirey," she smiled directly into the camera and waved."and i'm jack champion and i play spider," he waved quickly and beamed for the camera before quickly returning his attention to you. "awesome, thank you for setting aside the time to meet with me today," you began again, “i’ll just get right into it here, did you learn anything from this movie? what was it?” you kept your formalities on for the camera, but your words were silent in his ears as he tuned out your voice and focused solely on you. your mannerisms, the way you read your questions directly out of the notepad you brought so you didn’t forget them and how eloquent you were when speaking and being spoken to. he was so enchanted by you that he didn't realize it was his turn to answer your question. “jack,” trinity whispered, nudging him softly to tell him it was his turn to answer you. “sorry, what was the question again?” he snapped back to reality and a nervous, breathy laugh escaped him. trinity looked at you and you returned her puzzled face before breaking out into a fit of giggles. “did you learn anything from this movie?” you repeated. “oh yeah, totally. the importance of family is a repeating theme in this movie and because i’m so close to my family, i’ve learned to protect them and make sure to keep them close because nowadays you never know what could happen,” he recovered quickly, and you smiled at him. he was cute, chivalrous and quick on his feet. definitely your type.

the interview continued for another 20 minutes, asking questions regarding working with james cameron, what it was like working with motion capture, how they prepared for their roles and other smaller questions regarding the other cast mates. trinity is a natural born story teller, so she would take charge regarding funny cast moments on set or even in other interviews. jack still kept his attention on you, but this time making sure to listen incase you had another question for him. he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you anymore than he had. when the interview ended, you asked them both if you could take a quick picture of them for the article and for screenrant’s socials, both of whom happily obliged.

as you were getting your mic removed by the camera crew, you were surprised to see jack lingering by. “oh hey, thanks for letting me interview you today!” you spoke up, noticing his newfound nervous nature and trying to ease the awkwardness. he smiled, “i think you were the most fun interview we’ve had this entire press tour,” he admitted sheepishly. you giggled, “well, i’m glad. some people take interviews way too seriously and i think it takes away all of the fun and excitement about being in a big blockbuster movie like this.” you finished, double checking that you had your bag and your waterbottle with you before heading out. but before you could leave, jack stopped you again. “hey, do you live in LA or are you just here for work?” “oh, i’m actually just here for work! i’m originally from new york. i’m leaving in a couple days for the premiere in london actually,” you watched as his face lit up. “are you going to be at the premiere for work too?” he questioned, and you laughed. “not exactly. sigourney’s actually my aunt, and she invited me to come with her!” you declared, “i don’t think she was expecting me to be here for an interview today honestly.” giggling, you watched jack’s mind connect the dots. “oh my god haha that’s so cool, how come i never saw you on set?” he inquired. “never had enough time during school and her filming schedule. i would see her on holidays, or sometimes she would come and visit me while i was working in quebec.” you conversed a little more, talking about how you started working for screenrant, and if you had any plans to become an actor yourself. you hadn’t realized how easy he was to talk to, or how attractive he was now that it was just the two of you speaking in such close proximity. “do you have a date for the premiere?” he blurted, taking you both by surprise. “i mean, besides being there with your family and sigourney, of course.” you shook your head. “i guess i’ve been so busy with work i haven’t been looking for a date,” you responded, watching his shoulders relax as he heard you didn’t have anyone to go with. “i mean, neither do i besides my family. we could go together?” poor man was so nervous. he was scratching his neck as he awaited your response, and you grabbed it to help calm his nerves. “i’ll happily go with you, jack.” you gave his hand a tight squeeze, as if trying to tell him that this wasn’t a dream. “okay, great. that’s awesome,” he sounded relieved. you both giggled quietly, hands still conjoined. “i have a couple of days off before i leave LA, would you want to go out sometime before then?” you asked. “how does disneyland sound?” he grinned. “sounds perfect.”

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 6 months

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Not trying to defend Gaylors cause swifties in general are fucked up but as a queer woman ( who kinda believes in it), we don’t just think she had something with Karlie Kloss because of delusion. There’s a lot of clues. Now can they just be coincidences? Well yeah, totally. But it’s interesting to see how hetlors (people who claim she’s not gay) will take any minuscule thing she does with a man (like Taylor cheering at her current bf’s game) and turn it into “omg shes so happy she’s so in loveee😍😍” but gladly discredit the mountain of Karlie-Taylor evidence. To cite a few: the solo trip to Big Sur where Taylor played for the first time 1989 to Karlie, the eye theory, “I swear you could hear a hair pin drop right when I felt the moment stop glass shattered on a white cloth everybody moved but I stayed there” (Karlie had a Jewish wedding where glass is shattered wrapped in a white cloth for custom) etc etc etc… again not trying to sound like a crazy conspiracist just showing my side lol

#GIRL NOT EYE THEORY

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badgalazzie · 1 year

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whether you are gaylor or not, you simply can’t deny that taylor and karlie dated each other 🥲

link to the tiktok

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vodkabodies · 8 months

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Surprise?

Summary: A seemingly normal celebration trip where Harry learns that consuming alcohol isn’t the only thing that can get a girl puking.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Non-showbiz gf

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, pregnancy, and some fluff <3

A/N: My first published work here so please be gentle. Enjoy!

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Y/n didn’t know what prayer worked out of the multiple ones she consistently recited for this day to finally come into fruition. The day where Harry set aside work and exchanged his incredibly busy schedule with one where his only agenda was to unwind and bond with his family, friends, and ofcourse Y/n, his girlfriend of almost five years. Today was a couple of days before his birthday and a day before their anniversary, so it meant everything for Y/n that the love of her life gets to celebrate the way he deserves to, even for just the weekend.

They were currently staying at a resort in Big Sur, Harry’s mom and older sister, as well as a couple of their closest friends had cleared their own schedules to be able to celebrate with Harry. Y/n took pride in finding the perfect venue for this weekend getaway, and she was just as proud at the gifts she had bought for her man, a bundle of vintage vinyls she knew he’d absolutely love, and an electric guitar he’d been eyeing online for quite some time now. She intended to give him these gifts once they got back from their trip.

Anne and Gemma were picked up directly from the airport by Mitch and Sarah, with their child in a car seat who was asleep for most of the drive, while some of their other friends drove themselves to the resort. The couple on the other hand, ran a little later than intended as the night before, they did some ‘special adult activities’ that they were aware they could not do on the group trip, to keep it as wholesome as possible. Y/n woke up, bundled in sheets, beside Harry who was still deep in slumber while the clock on his bedside table read 7:15. The drive from their shared home in L.A. to Big Sur would take at least 5 hours, but traffic would surely be expected so they planned beforehand to leave as early as possible so they could arrive at the venue by noon. Thankfully, they finished packing and loading their things in the car early the day before so all they had to do was quickly get ready and make sure they didn’t forget anything.

“You made sure the oven isn’t on?” Y/n asked loudly as she bolted out the front door, “Baby, we didn’t even cook anything yesterday, the oven is off… And so are the lights in every room. We’re good to go.” Harry explains as he gets in the driver’s seat. “I’m so excited! The weather’s so nice!” Y/n exclaimed and to that Harry smiled, while pulling out their driveway. The drive went smoothly, at the three hour mark they realized that they were definitely not gonna make it on time, so Y/n sent a text in the group chat that the group, who all surprisingly showed up on time, should eat lunch without them and that they’d just pick up some drive-thru on the way.

The clock read almost 2 p.m. when they arrived and everyone thought it was funny how it seemed like the couple planned their grand entrance by being tardy like the duo they were known to be. Always so fashionably late. Catching up was necessary and so that was what they mostly did throughout the rest of the day, besides watching a couple of movies and cooking dinner. It unexpectedly rained around dinner time so their plans of starting a bonfire that night were postponed until tomorrow evening. Everyone went to their designated rooms after they all agreed to wake up extra early for a hike, Anne and Gemma deciding not to join as their jet lag got the best of them and so they could look after the burnt out parents' baby.

After their group hike in the morning and a very filling lunch when they got back, everyone spent the rest of the afternoon swimming until the water got too cold and the sun was setting. "Thank you for convincing me, Y/n. I really needed this." Harry said as they walked back to their room to freshen up before dinner. "You're welcome, baby. You always work so hard, I'm so happy you actually agreed. I'm sure the others needed this just as much as we do." After taking a quick shower and changing to more comfortable lounge clothes, everyone headed to the dining table where comfort food was served.

“You have one year before you turn three decades old, darling.” Anne jokes and Harry shakes his head with a chuckle as they sit beside each other at the table. Harry handed Y/n the bowl of rice before replying to his mum, "Making me sound so old!" and Anne returned the same laugh. "Well, you're not necessarily a baby anymore… Might as well have a baby of your own!" Harry didn't reply but smiled at the idea. His career was doing incredibly well, he's well received by the public, he has amazing family and friends who have supported him throughout the years, and a girlfriend he never thought he'd deserve. Life was good, and a family of his own one day sounded like heaven to his ears.

Dinner went by fast as everyone devoured their meals, hungry from the activities they did all morning and afternoon. Noticing that the sky was clear tonight, they decided to finally start the bonfire and set up some chairs around it. S'mores were made and beer bottles were opened as stories were shared by everyone. Sarah accompanied their baby to their room as it was approaching bedtime. Mitch picked up the guitar he had brought with them and everybody cheered when music started echoing the open area.

Although it was a simple get together, Harry was having the time of his life… Singing, drinking, laughing until he almost fell off the foldable chair, all while being wrapped in his lover's embrace and surrounded by nature. "I can't wait to show you my gifts when we get home." Y/n whispered in his ear. "Why wait at home when you can show it to me tonight?" he playfully replied, making her erupt in giggles. "That's not what I'm talking about. I have more to give but they're at home." She says as she kisses his cheek.

Y/n was singing along until she felt something boiling at the pit of her stomach. She quickly excused herself from the circle to go to the bathroom. Could it have been something they ate? Everything served was fresh and no one seemed to have an upset stomach aside from her at that moment. Immediately heading for the bathroom door, the knob appeared to be locked from the inside. "One second!" Gemma exclaims as she turns off the sink. Once she opened the door, Y/n rushed to the toilet and puked most of dinner out. "Y/n, are you alright?" Gemma asks in worry as she rushes towards Y/n's side. She took a minute to answer as she vomited one more time, "Uh… I'm fine. Just an upset stomach, maybe." Right as she finishes her sentence, another round of puking erupted from her as Gemma held her hair up and rubbed her back soothingly. "How many have you drunk so far?" She hasn't had anything to drink tonight… Come to think of it, the past few weeks she had refrained from drinking overall. No particular reason, she thought. But truly, a part of her brain was telling her she shouldn't.

"I haven't been drinking at all lately." At this, she stood up and headed over to the sink. "I've been feeling nauseous lately, but never to the point of puking. I don't know if it's something I ate today… I don't know." She adds as she rinses her mouth with water, lightheaded from the endless vomiting. Cog wheels started turning in Gemma's head as clueless Y/n explained her current situation. "Y/n I don't want to alarm you, but do you think maybe there's a chance… you might be pregnant?" She asked, trying her very best to not worry her, in case the girl didn't want to hear that right now.

It took her a minute to process what Harry's sister had said. Could she really be pregnant? If she was, that could explain everything she'd been feeling lately. Even as hectic as Harry's schedule was, they did still have some time to themselves and ‘bond’. Not as often as they would've liked but they take advantage of any time they could have together. The past couple of weeks though, Y/n had found herself becoming clingier than usual, craving his presence a little more than she already did. And she started losing a bit of appetite for food she'd normally be able to inhale when she craved it. Feelings she thought were seemingly normal, turned out to be symptoms all along. No wonder the mere smell of alcohol made her stomach turn!

She stared at herself in the mirror for a couple more seconds, then turned to look at Gemma with concern on her face, patiently waiting for Y/n to say something. "It's not impossible… I might be." Y/n finally spoke. She was genuinely shocked. Really shocked because they haven't really planned on having children any time soon. Should she tell Harry now? Or should she take a test first just in case? "Do you want me to grab a pregnancy test for you?" They were walking out of the bathroom now. "It's alright, I'll take a test the moment we get home tomorrow. I don't think I should tell Harry yet." Y/n whispers as they head back to where everybody was, following the sounds of loud singing and beautiful guitar playing. Before they could exit the door, Gemma grabbed Y/n's hands. "If you really are pregnant, I just wanna say that I'm happy Harry gets to start a family with you. I'll try to hide it from mum for now but I can already tell she'll be ecstatic!" This meant everything for Y/n. His family loved her like their own and she values them so much. After hugging, they finally arrived back at the bonfire. Fortunately, some of them were too tipsy, Harry included, to notice their absence. "Hey, baby!" Harry reached for Y/n's hand and motioned for her to sit beside him. She obliged and quickly engulfed in Harry's warm embrace.

After another hour and a half, with Sarah joining them again once the baby fell asleep, they were bringing their chairs back inside and headed to their rooms to end the night. Harry and Y/n were laughing as Harry stumbled into their shared room after losing his balance when she opened the door. "Oi! Laughing a little too loud at a poor man falling instead of helping him up?" she giggles uncontrollably while reaching her hand out to help him.

Harry was about to kiss her after he closed the door but Y/n immediately felt the same wave in her stomach as she did earlier and bolted to the bathroom. Harry rushed behind her as he watched his girlfriend puke her guts out, head hanging above the toilet. "Are you okay, love? Had too much to drink?" he asked as he knelt down beside her. For a second she stared at the bathroom floor, not knowing if any second she'll puke again before she can get any words out. After a minute of silence she finally spoke, "Harry, I didn't drink at all tonight." She didn't want to tell him just yet, she wasn't entirely sure after all. But the way she looked at him almost begged him to read between the lines and understand the point she was trying to make. It took him a moment, still in his half drunk state. She looked into his eyes then down at her stomach, which wasn't showing, but she hoped he got the message.

"You're pregnant?" he asked in confusion, searching for answers in her eyes which were now welling up with tears. All she could do was nod as he pulled her in his arms. "I'm not entirely sure yet. But when I left to use the bathroom earlier, I ran to puke and Gemma helped me. She was the one who asked if I was possibly pregnant. I wasn't really thinking about it at all." Harry pulled away before he could reply. "We're having a baby?" he asked, more enthusiastic now. "Maybe…" she replied after rinsing her mouth. Without wasting another moment, Harry closed the gap between him and his lover as he kissed her prior worries away. She didn't want to ruin the trip by announcing this to her partner out of the blue, but it was never bad news to begin with. Once they pulled apart from each other's hungry lips, Y/n had one thing to say, "Surprise?" They both immediately laughed and hugged at her words.

They went outside again, that very same night. While the rest were fast asleep, they walked hand-in-hand talking about clearing both their schedules to book and attend an appointment for a check-up. Harry didn't think this getaway would get any better, but it just did. "Baby, I almost forgot!" Y/n alarmingly exclaimed as she looked at the time on her wrist watch. "What?!" Harry asked with concern, but she smiled at him before he could panic. "Happy Anniversary, H." she spoke, resting her hand on his cheek, pulling him into a quick peck on the lips. "Happy Anniversary, angel. I love you so much."

When they finally got home the next day, Y/n gave Harry the gifts she had bought, he adored every single one of them. And while she napped after unpacking their luggage, Harry spent the rest of the afternoon scavenging for the perfect engagement ring online.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I would appreciate some feedback for future reference <3 More updates soon once I get the hang of this app!

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mingispelvis · 7 months

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Chilli Pepper Vibe

Genre: mingi x afab!reader, smut w a little fluff but a LOT of plot

Length: 5.5k

Summary: You go abroad with your friends and are blessed to run into Ateez at your hotel.

NSFW warnings under cut

Warnings: oral sex female receiving, oral sex male receiving, fingering, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), not pulling out, use of slut, use of baby girl, there's a LOT of plot sorry this is kinda fluffy also at the end

Idk how NDAs work and idk how to end it sorry!!!!!

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Girls trips hit different when you’re all gainfully employed. Seulgi had just made partner at Bae & Kang law firm. Joy was recently promoted to Zone Manager of her company, with a hefty bonus to boot. And you? You finally finished residency and were officially able to practice medicine on your own. Despite the three of you being in your mid 20s, you had all continued to push each other and you all achieved great things.

Thusly, girls trip.

Seulgi, being type A, organized the entire trip from start to finish. To her, vacation starts the moment you step out of your front door. She arranged an Uber Black to take the three of you to the airport, got you all first class tickets, and arranged a very expensive penthouse for the three of you to stay in. She wouldn’t even tell you where exactly you’d be going, just to “bring your sexiest party clothes, a few swimsuits, and your passports”.

“Our final plane before we land at our destination will be at gate, ummm,” Seulgi paused to check her airline app to see where the three of you would be waiting for the next hour. “Ah, gate A57”. You and Joy eyed the terminal signs as you walked towards A57, passing “Los Angeles, California”, “Seattle, Washington” “Atlanta, Georgia” and then “Moscow, Russia”, “Beijing, China”, and “Seoul, South Korea.” A57 came into view and underneath, in bright orange pixels, read “Tokyo, Japan”. Your jaw dropped open and Joy began to squeal. “No way, no way, no way. Seulgi. You did NOT get us tickets to Waterbomb.” Joy jumped up and down, neck pillow flopping against her back. Seulgi shrugged her shoulders and attempted to fight a smile, but Joy squealed again and grabbed her into a huge bear hug, causing a grin to explode onto Seulgi’s face. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!” Joy’s scream was muffled as her tight hug squashed her mouth into Seulgi’s shoulder.

“Umm..hold on…what’s Waterbomb?” You asked, giggling slightly at your friend’s antics. At this, Joy and Seulgi stopped hugging to stare at you like you’d grown an extra head out of your shoulders. “Ew I forgot she’s only a casual KPOP girl.” Joy rolled her eyes as she plopped down in one of the chairs at the gate and kicked her feet up onto her suitcase. Seulgi took the time to explain the massive festival, the amazing kpop acts, and the water guns to you and by the time your boarding zone was called, you were stoked about getting to go.

The flight to Tokyo was long and uneventful, the ride to the hotel was short and sweet, and the check in process was smooth. The three of you were staying at a 5 star hotel famous for waiting on their guests hand and foot. The elevator up to the penthouse was smooth and when you stepped into the hall, you were shocked to find only two massive open areas on either side of the elevator. “The other side is the other penthouse. We have this entire half of the floor to ourselves. That’s how big this place is.” Seulgi explained. As if your jaws couldn’t drop enough, Seulgi scanned her thumb print and the door to your vacation palace unlocked with a quiet click. “They don’t have my thumb print, right? I didn’t authorize them to have that information!” Joy joked. You couldn’t even think of the logistics as you stepped into what could only be described as luxury beyond your wildest dreams. Marble floors, brilliant chandeliers, gold plated silverware (goldware?) 200 inch large screen TV with surround sound speakers, full bar, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city of Tokyo. The balcony was a walk around that you could access from the living area or any of the bedrooms and had a hot tub, a small infinity pool, and another outdoor bar. Each of the three bedrooms had a king sized bed that you actually had to walk up two steps to get into and a full bathroom attached. The bathrooms had clawfoot tubs made of more gold, massive showers, and a towel warmer. Despite having handed over your credit cards to Seulgi so she could split the price of everything equally between the three of you, you had no idea the measly 4 digit price you paid could amount to such elegance.

The long travels and time change hit the three of you hard, so after gawking at the amenities the penthouse provided a little longer, the three of you washed up and hit the sack, hard. So hard, you didn’t wake up until almost 3pm the next day. Luckily, traveling queen Seulgi had accounted for this and had allotted two rest days into the rigorous itinerary, delivering every meal up to the room by room service to be had on the balcony or on the edge of the pool.

“I wonder who’s on the opposite side of the hall from us in the other penthouse” Joy questioned between massive bites of her meal. She was standing in the pool with her upper half lounging on the poolside.

“Probably some big shot oil tycoon and his 3 wives,” you joked, nursing an afternoon mimosa. Joy giggled and downed another bite of her meal. For being so thin, she had one hell of an appetite.

“Actually,” Seulgi started with a smile. “I booked this hotel because it’s usually one of the ones idols stay at since it’s super close to the festival area and the hotel is known for its discretion. I bet it's a kpop group.” Joy dropped a grape into the pool, mouth agape, body frozen as she stared at Seulgi. You watched the grape bob away towards the other side of the pool. Joy still hadn’t moved or spoken when you turned back.

“Joy? Babe? You alright?” You gave her shoulder a light shake.

Joy took a deep breath before shouting, “A KPOP GROUP!? YOU’RE TELLING ME STRAY KIDS COULD BE RIGHT NEXT DOOR? OR EXO? OR-” Joy jumped out of the pool at this point. “We gotta go over there and find out who it is!”

“No! What are we gonna do just knock on the door and see who answers? It could be a girl group too, you know.” Seulgi stated.

Joy jumped again, “TWICE!?” Joy feigned fainting, “catch me Nayeon!” You all three laughed and Joy jumped back into the pool. “We should get some drinks and just have a party tonight. A light party, so we can go explore tomorrow, but a party nonetheless.” Joy suggested.

“Hell yeah we’ve relaxed enough. It’s time to get fucked up.” You agreed.

“I know a place we can get some good stuff for cheap. We spent an arm and a leg on this trip. I'm not paying the big bucks for alcohol.” Seulgi stated, cleaning up the plates (as is her duty as the resident mom of the trip). “Let’s head there now so we can be back before dinner and get some food in our system before we get trashed.”

You and Joy did as you were told and obediently threw on a swim suit cover-up to travel to the store. 2 bottles of champagne and a box of soju later, the three of you returned and got dressed for dinner. After your bellies were full, the three of you put on your “party pajamas" (short shorts, crop tops, and fuzzy socks) and got the snacks and drinks ready on the living room table.

“Shit we need ice for the champagne don’t we. I’ll go grab some from the ice machine down the hall. We’re gonna need more than the refrigerator has at the moment.” You grabbed the empty champagne bucket and headed to the room where the ice machine was located. Well, where you thought it was located. The ice machine room was empty and you pouted while thinking about where you could get ice. You walked back to the room, but before you went back in and admitted defeat to your friends, you saw the doors to the staircase and thought you might as well try one floor down. Entering onto the floor below you headed back to the area where the ice machine could be, but stopped when you saw two figures standing in the open area after the penthouse suite door. Though the lighting was dim (a 5 star hotel can’t light their hallways?) you could see a third figure gesturing, and then backing up and pointing their phone towards the first two as if they were recording. You slowly walked closer when you heard “Ok, shi-jak* [A/N: begin].” T-Pain’s “Booty Wurk played and the two figures started dancing. The moves were executed flawlessly until one of the figures in a black cap made an imperceptible (to you) mistake. Groans from the other two were heard and the taller male in the front, in a gray cap, turned to playfully shake at the other. You took this as your chance to pass through. “You guys are really good at dancing,” you started as all three boys jumped, startled at your sudden appearance. You passed by them, but not before taking in just how beautiful they all three were. “Oh, thank you.” The one in the gray cap nodded to you. You headed to the ice machine, but subconsciously felt like someone was watching, so you took a quick peek over your shoulder to see all three men watching you. Dipping quickly into the ice room, you put your hand over your heart and felt it flutter.

Woah. Were they checking me out? You thought to yourself as you pressed the bucket under the ice machine. The clanking and crunching of the machine and the ice hitting the metal bucket was a mere whisper compared to the thumping of your heart and whooshing of blood in your ears.

Fuck it. It’s vacation. You convinced yourself as the ice toppled over the lip of the bucket and landed with a clack on the floor. When you came out, the boys were dancing again. You walked just close enough to let them know you were watching, and then leaned against the wall. The boys finished up their attempt of the dance and you stepped forward.

“Wow! You guys are really so good!” you fluttered your lashes even though you weren’t sure if they could see in the dim light. “You should be professionals. I wish you could teach me to dance!” You stepped a little closer to the three boys.

The boy holding his phone chuckled while the one in the gray cap thanked you again. You fluttered your lashes again and flashed a sweet smile. “I’m Y/N. And you are?” You turned to the shorter boy in black. “Oh, uh, I’m Wooyoung”. He smiled lightly.

“I’m Yunho.” The boy in the gray cap waved and then shoved his hands back in the pockets of his white cargo pants.

You turned to the final boy and your eyes widened and pulse quickened. You hadn’t gotten a good look at him when you first passed by, but even in the dim light you could see he was a ten out of ten. You strained your eyes and pleaded with your pupils to let you see this man in all his glory.

“I’m Mingi. Nice to meet you, Y/N. And, for the record, we are professionals.” He smiled.

“Oh? Are you in a dance group?” You questioned, never breaking eye contact with Mingi.

“Something like that”, Wooyoung answered. “More like a KPOP group.” He barely finished his sentence before he was lightly slapped in the chest by Yunho.

“Oh that’s really cool. Which group? Maybe I’ve heard of you.” You played it cool even though your heart was threatening to beat itself out of your rib cage.

“Ateez.” Mingi said proudly.

You did your best not to fangirl hard. You’d been listening to Bouncy continuously since Joy sent it in the group chat. Due to your rigorous doctor schedule, stanning wasn’t something you had time to do- thus, Joy’s “Ew, casual KPOP girl” comment in the airport.

“I think I’ve heard of you guys before.” you nodded and flashed another cute smile. “Well, I have to get this bucket of ice back to a few bottles of champagne,” you emphasized your sentence by holding up the bucket and patting it a few times. “But if you guys ever want a break from idol life, my friends and I are one floor up with drinks and snacks.” You passed through the three boys once again, turned around, and started walking backwards so you could express your final sentence to them, “and we’ll sign NDAs, no problem.” You whipped back around before the three boys had a chance to watch you sink deep into embarrassment, fear, and confusion.

Did I really just tell three international superstars I’d sign an NDA to party with them? I haven’t even started drinking and I’m already doing stupid shit. You chastised yourself as you quickly made your way back up the stairs and into your penthouse.

“Finally! We were gonna start without you!” Joy shouted, her back to you as she sat on the couch fiddling with something you couldn’t see.

“We did start without you.” Seulgi corrected, clicking something on her computer and watching the big screen TV at the same time. She seemed to be setting up her computer to cast to the TV to play music.

“You guys will never guess what happened to me and who I met.” You started, setting the bucket on the kitchen counter and tucking the two champagne bottles snuggly within the ice. When you turned back to your friends, they were both staring at you excitedly.

“WHO!?” they yelled in unison.

You went to go sit on the couch. You started off your story of the disappearing ice machine much to Joy and Seulgi’s dismay, and even kept an air of mystery by not revealing the names of the boys until the proper point in the story, after you’d gotten the ice.

“So I’m like, my name is Y/N what’s yours? And he goes ‘Wooyoung’ and the next dude goes ‘Yunho’ and the last dude goes ‘Mingi’.” you recount. At each name, Seulgi gasps and Joy squeals. You continued before they could interrupt you.

“Then Mingi’s like ‘Yeah we are professionals’ and I’m like ‘yeah are you in a dance group?’ and Wooyoung goes ‘We’re in ATEEZ’ and I lowkey pretended like I’m not obsessed with Bouncy so I can stay chill.” You were speeding through the story to make it to the most important part before Joy exploded with questions.

“So,” you continue “I say ‘yeah I’ve heard of you guys. Well if you wanna come up and party with us we’ll sign the NDA!” You bury your head in your hands and pull your knees to your chest while Joy and Seulgi, essentially, freak out.

“Are you telling me Ateez could come up here and party with us!?” Joy stands up on the couch in excitement. Seulgi quickly brings her down a peg to reality and says “They probably won’t but at least Y/N got to flirt with hot famous guys.” Seulgi pauses for a moment before a squeal escapes her mouth and she taps her feet on the floor in glee. “WE COULD PARTY WITH ATEEZ THOUGH!” Seulgi grins. With that, Joy jumps lightly off the couch and pops open a soju bottle. She grabs three shot glasses and pours the bottle evenly across all three. “Well,” she starts “we should be ready when they get here!”

You three take the shots like champs, open the snacks, and turn up the music. After some light mixed drinks and a few good songs, the three of you had almost forgotten about your supposed super star visitors. A knock at the door stops the three of you in your tipsy rendition of Kai’s Rover. You look at each other in confusion, and then turn towards the door. You head over and peek through the peephole. A young Asian woman, probably the same age as you, with an ipad is standing outside the door. You open the door just wide enough to be polite.

“Hi.” You say tentatively, confusion clearly showing on your face.

‘Hi! I’m one of the managers working for KQ and I think I have something you’ll want to sign.” The lady turns her iPad around and you see NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT in big bold letters across the top of a document. You feel hands on your shoulder and the door swings wider.

“YES. WE’LL SIGN. WHATEVER IT IS WE’LL SIGN!” Joy practically screams in the woman’s face.

The manager laughs and begins to quickly scroll through the massive document, highlighting the major points (basically, keep it quiet or we’ll sue you for your entire life and the life of your future children) and then hands you a stylus.

“If you agree to the terms and conditions, sign, print, and date here. If you have any questions let me know and I’ll be happy to answer them before you sign. If you’re no longer interested-” before the manager can finish her sentence, Joy snatches the stylus out of your hand and signs off on the document. She hands the stylus to Seulgi and she does the same with speed.

“So, they’re coming up here? They’re all actually coming?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and begging the answer to be yes.

The manager chuckles and says “this non-disclosure agreement covers any potential meetings with the idols mentioned within it on the dates mentioned within it.” She punctuates her sentence with a smile and moves the iPad towards you. Joy nudges you in a manner that lets you know that you will not be ruining this for her. You sign with shaky hands.

“Perfect!” The manager turns the iPad back around and taps on it a bit. “And if you could all input your emails here, you’ll receive a copy of this for your own records.” You put in your emails, and the manager hits send. “Thank you! Have a good night!” The manager bows, and heads down the hall. You slowly close the door and turn to look at your friends. You stand staring at each other, excitement buzzing between the three of you as not one of your brains can form words. Seulgi was the first to break the silence.

“Well…this is happening.” She said as if she was trying to convince herself to keep calm. Joy walked off like a zombie in a trance to sit back on the couch and stare out into the distance. “This is happening.” She repeated in the same tone as Seulgi.

“This is happening!” Joy rocketed up from the couch. “I gotta go put on some makeup!” Joy rushed into her bedroom, and you heard a distinct zip of a makeup bag followed by the continuous clacking of makeup containers hitting each other while being dumped out. You and Seulgi finally had the wherewithal to leave the foyer and head back to the couch. You took a generous swig of strawberry soju when you heard another knock at the door. This time, all three of you ran to the door to answer it. You were closer, and, therefore, faster, and opened the door with a grin.

“(Y/N)!” Mingi raised his hands above his head as if he was greeting an old friend. “I brought drinks and friends.” You moved to the side to welcome Mingi in, Yunho, Wooyoung, and San following behind him.

“These are my friends Seulgi and Joy.” You introduced your friends but before you could give them the eyes that meant “please be cool”, they began to fangirl.

“Oh my gosh Wooyoung you’re my bias! It’s so cool to meet you guys!” Joy giggled and jumped Wooyoung with a hug. “Oh I’m so sorry!” Joy jumped back as quickly as she had hugged Wooyoung. “I should have asked first- can I hug you?”

Wooyoung laughed and nodded, coming in for another hug. Yunho, Mingi, and San greeted you all and you all headed to the couch.

Joy, the official party girl of the three of you, immediately began to pour shots while Seulgi turned the music back up. The party had commenced full swing, with all of you jumping, dancing, and shouting lyrics as loud as you could. After an hour and a few drinks, you were just buzzed enough to let your inhibitions out the window, so when Bouncy came on, you lost it.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP I LOVE THIS SONG” you yelled, arms out as wide as possible to clear the makeshift dance floor (aka the area where the coffee table used to be). The song got as far as Yunho’s “one, two..” before it stopped. You whipped your head around to Seulgi with a look on your face that clearly said what the fuck!? But before you could verbally protest, Seulgi pointed to the TV. She’d pulled up the music video.

“Since you’ve never seen it.” She stuck her tongue out, but you didn’t see her. Your eyes were glued to the screen. By the time the video ended, you had made a dangerous decision. Watching Mingi clear out a bar with a fake gun, belly roll, and dance had you trembling. You knew you had to have him. You devised a devious plan in the blink of an eye. “Play it again!” you whined. “I wanna dance AND,” you stood up to emphasize the second request “I want you all to sing your parts!”

The boys laughed and agreed as Seulgi re-started the music video. You began dancing as Mingi rapped “What you wanna do?”. Your plan was in motion and so were your hips. You spun around and swung your hand in the air like you were swinging a lasso. You slowly approached Mingi, who had sat down on the couch. When the chorus hit, you straddled him. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, but your mind was determined. You kept lightly moving your hips and swinging your imaginary lasso. Mingi looked at you with eyes wide and mouth slightly open, corners of his mouth turned up in disbelief. You pushed a little further- putting your hands on his shoulders and singing along:

“Slow it down, make it bouncy

지금부터 fly

좀 다른 spicy 청양고추 vibe”

You looked Mingi in the eyes when you felt his hands on your hips. “Don’t forget to rap your part.” You leaned close with a small smile and mouthed “fix on” in time with the song. Mingi began rapping, and you began the next part of your plan. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to kiss at his neck. You heard his breath catch slightly, but he didn’t miss a beat of his rap. You moved up to his ear, bit lightly, and moaned “mmmm”. You applied a little more pressure in your grind and you moved to snake your fingers up the hair on the nape of his neck. You kept kissing his neck and, when his rap had completed, Mingi slowly slid his hands down to cup your ass. You could hear San and Wooyoung confidently slurring their way through Seonghwa’s lines. You’re surprised you’re not embarrassed about slutting yourself out in front of your friends, but the growing bulge pressing into your crotch is making it a little easier. Pulling back and placing your forehead on Mingi’s, you stare in each other’s eyes and reach a silent understanding. You slide off of Mingi and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom.

You shut the door, but can’t turn around because Mingi has pressed his body against you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck. He spins you around and crashes his mouth into you, tongues wrestling and arms wandering. You push him towards the massive bed and pull away from the intoxicating kiss just long enough to warn him to watch his step. You pull off your shorts and shirt and Mingi does the same. Mingi sits up against the headboard and drags you back into his lap. You both moan and grind into each other- Mingi clearly not able to choose between massaging your breasts or squeezing your ass, so he settles for one for each hand. You’ve had enough of the humping and pull away. You trail kisses down Mingi’s body, clearly heading to give him the best head of his life, but he leans forward and grabs you before you can make it to your prize. Mingi flips you over and tears your panties off like he’s unwrapping a christmas present.

“Shit.” Mingi mumbles as he pushes your legs out and back for a clear view of his meal. He looks up at you as he lightly runs his middle finger through your slick covered folds. Your breathing is heavy and your heart is pounding.

“You want it, baby girl?” Mingi raises an eyebrow at you. You nod fervently, but that’s clearly not enough. “Lemme hear you baby. What do you want?” Mingi teases in the sweetest, sultriest voice you’ve ever heard.

“I want you to eat me like it’s your last meal, Mingi.” You respond, grabbing a fistful of his hair. At this Mingi’s eyes flutter shut and he gasps.

“Don’t let go,” Mingi growls, then he dives in. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, and makes quick work of his tongue. He slowly pushes his middle finger inside you and hooks it right into your g-spot.

The speed at which the pleasure overcomes you has you grabbing Mingi’s hair with your other hand and releasing a deep moan. Mingi slurps and moans as he fingers you deep. You pull him off of you and he looks up at you with confusion. You begin to crawl down towards his crotch, bulge straining painfully through his boxer briefs. Mingi gets it immediately and flips over onto his back to continue his work on your clit while you unearth his throbbing cock. Watching the thick, long member spring out of its cage has you clenching around Mingi’s finger. He moans and adds a second as you squeeze the base of his cock. He’s already leaking, so you squeeze a little more out to lubricate his dick. You lick a stripe from the base to the tip, and then take Mingi in his entirety. Mingi’s head falls back and he moans deeply.

“(Y/N), fuck, just like that.” Mingi pants and speeds up his fingers within you. You feel your orgasm approaching but you’re determined to make Mingi remember you. You move off of Mingi, which removes his fingers from you, and turn to face him. He looks down at you and you stare in his eyes as you deepthroat him. You hollow your cheeks and work your tongue up and down, cupping his balls with one hand and running the other up and down his thighs. Mingi lightly places his hands on your head and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth. You can tell he’s getting close and remove him from your mouth with a pop. The heat of the moment over takes you and you go to straddle him, line him up, and sink down on his cock. Mingi’s eyes fluttered shut and he shuddered out a moan. You began a slow pace, up and down, while simultaneously circling your hips. You threw your head back and dug your nails into Mingi’s toned abs. He gripped your hip with one hand and began mercilessly rubbing your clit with the other. Your legs went weak as your orgasm built up again, and you sat down on Mingi, fully taking his entire length. Mingi pulled you forward so you were laying on his chest. He hooked both of his arms around your waist, lifted his hips, and began fucking you senseless.

You came within seconds, gripping Mingi’s cock tight- he could feel your walls fluttering and your orgasm dripping down onto his thighs.

“Fuck Mingi, yes! Make me cum!” You moaned into his ear. Between your pussy death gripping his cock and you dirty talking in his ear, Mingi couldn’t handle it. His hips stuttered, his breath became ragged, and his moans became louder and louder. He pounded into you harder and harder until he finally stilled deep within you. You felt him throbbing and spilling his release as you were coming down from your own high.

Mingi rode out his orgasm still holding your body tightly to his. You pushed your torso up so you could see Mingi’s face clearly- hair sticking to his forehead by beads of sweat, eyelids low in bliss. Mingi took a deep breath and finally came to. His eyes got wide and he swore in korean.

“Oh God. I just…fuck…I didn’t pull out…I’m…are you…” Mingi’s mind was clearly racing and you put your pointer finger to his lips to shush him.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m on birth control, I’m clean, and I’d never do that to you. I promise.” you comforted him.

Mingi’s eyebrows creased together and raised in a face that relayed “you promise?” then he nodded and released the breath he’d been holding. He then rolled over, still holding you tight to his body, so you could be flat on your back when he pulled out. “Stay there!” he requested as he ran off to the bathroom to get you a warm towel. He came back smiling, ready to provide you with excellent aftercare. He found your clothes that had been scattered over the floor, and handed them to you as he put on his own clothes. A pang of sadness hit your heart as you realized your night with Mingi was over, and you went into the bathroom to collect yourself (and to pee. You always pee after sex!). You looked in the mirror and saw how rosy your cheeks were, hair all over your head, and all you could do was smile. You were thankful that you had this experience. After quickly brushing your teeth and washing your face, you opened the bathroom door and peeked back in the bedroom. Mingi was nowhere to be found. You realized simultaneously that it was silent in the penthouse. You assumed the girls went to bed and Mingi left with the rest of his members. You crawled into bed, fluffed your pillows, and turned off the lights. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You woke up hot. Really hot. And paralyzed. Not sleep paralyzed, paralyzed like you were in a straitjacket. You slowly realized someone was in the bed with you. You could hear a soft snore from behind you. You twisted around to try and see if Joy had had another nightmare and wanted to cuddle with you for “safety”. The figure behind you aroused and you strained your eyes in the darkness to see who the hell caused you to be drenched in sweat.

“Hey, did my snoring wake you?” A soft, deep voice asked. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you saw Mingi’s sleepy face, eyes still shut tight. You were glad his eyes were closed because you were grinning like an idiot. “No, I just had a funny dream.” You lied as you cuddled up, face first into his chest. Mingi held you tight, kissed your forehead, and immediately fell back asleep.

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The smell of bacon wafted into your dreams and knocked on your brain until you regained consciousness. The sun was beaming into your room and you gave yourself a nice, full body stretch. While stretching, you realized how roomy your bed was. You turned over and noticed your empty bed. You sighed in content, happy for the night you had. A piece of cloth under the unused pillow caught your eye. You lifted the pillow and noticed Mingi’s shirt, and a note.

“Had a great time last night. See you at Waterbomb. Have you and your friends meet us backstage ;) -SMG”

You grabbed his shirt, stuffed it into your face, and took a big sniff. You didn’t care that it was creepy and delusional. You’re happy he left you a memento of the night you shared. The door to your room creaked slowly open, and you popped your head up as soon as you noticed it.

“SEULGI SHE’S UP OH MY GOD.” Joy screamed and sprinted full speed towards your bed. She flopped down next to you as Seulgi ran in behind her.

“TELL. US. EVERYTHING.” Joy enunciated her words by shaking your shoulders.

You relayed the night to your best friends. You concluded by showing them the note. Joy and Seulgi shrieked and their voices overlapped in excitement- fantasizing about how the day was going to go. You tuned them out and looked wistfully out the window as the sun continued to shine into your bedroom. You began to grin as you thought about all you were going to do with Mingi again.

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Pleasing (Part 2)

In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry thinks she’s cuter than a puppy. (part 2)

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“Did y’eat before you came in today?”

When he saw y/n walk past his office door to take her 15 minute break, he couldn’t help himself from calling her into his office and having her shut the door behind her.

“Yes sir!” she answers enthusiastically from her chair in front of his desk.

“And did you bring something for your break?”

Her enthusiasm deflates just as quickly as a balloon poked by a needle. “No sir…”

He raises his eyebrow, “Did y’just forget everything we talked about last night, then?”

“No, I just really didn’t have time to pack anything! I was already running late ‘cos I took a nap when I got home from class, n’I was just so tired because… well…” She’d been over at Harry’s apartment until 1 in the morning, drinking wine and eating the gnocchi he’d made her, until he drove her home. And then she’d stayed up another two hours jumping around and replaying their kiss in her head.

He rolls his eyes. “Stay here,” he says, heading out into the kitchen. He comes back with a plate of roasted vegetables that she’s seen served as a side dish with most of their meals.

“I didn’t cook it, but it’s my restaurant so it’s got t’be somewhat good,” he tells her, setting the plate in front of her.

She wouldn’t admit it to him, but she’d actually been starving during her shift. She doesn’t hesitate from taking a bite. “Mm, yum!!” she exclaims.

His eyebrows furrow. “Give me some,” he demands, his mouth open and his tongue peeking out a bit so that she could put the fork in his mouth. He chews slowly. “Not enough salt,” he says, “And I would’ve let it roast a bit more.”

She giggles. His defensiveness and the little frown that had taken over his face when she’d complimented someone else’s food was endearing. “S’nothing on the gnocchi you cooked for me last night,” she tells him sweetly.

He smiles and pinches her cheek. “Thanks puppy.”

“Do you want to come to mine again tonight?” he asks her. He had a rather good time with her last night. She was cute and sweet, as always, but he’d managed to get to know a different side of her when it was just the two of them in his penthouse.

Her eyes light up.“Oh, I’d really love to Mr. Styles,” she tells him, but the eagerness in her voice slowly fades away, “But I’ve got a physics quiz tomorrow and I promised myself I’d finish the practice problems he gave us when I got home from work.”

“That’s good,” he says, plucking the fork from her hand so that he could start feeding her himself. He pokes a carrot onto the fork and taps at her lips. “S’important to put your studies first, pet. M’proud of you.”

Oh gosh, y/n positively beams at that! She takes the carrot into her mouth, but can barely manage to chew because she’s smiling so hard. “What if we– um, hung out tomorrow night instead?” she stutters out nervously. “I’ll be free, and we could watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, we could do that,” he murmurs through his smile.

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“Guess what I brought!” y/n exclaims as she walks out of the elevator into Harry’s penthouse. He raises his eyebrow at her curiously as she fishes through her tote bag. “Popcorn! Do you want double butter or kettle corn?”

“Whichever you want pup. What movie are we watching?”

“I dunno, you pick while I go make the popcorn!” she calls out behind her.

He gets the couch ready, getting one big blanket out from his room (rather than two little blankets, in hopes that it might encourage a bit of cuddling) and a bunch of comfy pillows that he thinks she might appreciate. As he fiddles with the remote to find a good movie for them to watch, his chef’s nose picks up the smell of… burning food.

He shoots up from where he’d sat on the couch and scrambles to the kitchen, peeking his head in just to make sure y/n is okay. The smell of burnt popcorn is much more prominent here.

“Everything okay in here?” he asks quietly. She whips around, her thumb in her mouth, sucking on the pad of it. Her eyes are swimming with a mix of disappointment and fear.

“I burnt the popcorn,” she mumbles with a lisp, her finger still being sucked in her mouth.

“The popcorn isn’t important,” he says, brushing past the popcorn bag that has smoke filtering out of it. “Did you hurt yourself?”

A pout accompanies her sad nod. “I burnt my finger trying to get the bag open.”

“Let me see,” he murmurs, pulling her finger from her mouth. It’s not a terrible burn, but her delicate skin does look tender and a bit red. He turns on the tap and guides her finger under the running water, telling to keep it there while he gets a bandaid.

“M’sorry,” she says sadly. She sticks her finger out so that he could wrap it for her.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, pet.”

“But I burnt food in your fancy kitchen!” she whines like a child. “You’re always doing nice things for me, n’I couldn’t even make you some popcorn.”

“Hey, hey,” he says calmly, grabbing her chin. “Stop whining.” She shuts her mouth and looks up at him. “You don’t have t’do anything for me, okay sweetheart? I just like being with you.”

“But I wanted to treat you,” she sulks.

“My treat is having a cute little puppy in my kitchen.” A teasing smile pulls at his lips, and y/n can’t help but crack a smile as well. “I’ll be the chef, m’kay? You just sit here and be cute f’me.”

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“You know you don’t have to call me Mr. Styles when we’re not in the restaurant,” he tells her over the fanfare of 20th Century Fox blasting from the television.

She looks at him curiously. “What else would I call you then?”

“Harry,” he says simply.

She scrunches her nose. “I’ve called you Mr. Styles for so long. S’gonna take a while to grow out of it.”

Her nose is cute, Harry realizes. Also her eyes, and her lips. And how her hair frames her face. She’s so cute. “S’too professional,” he complains.

“You don’t mind it when all your other employees call you Mr. Styles,” she counters.

“That’s because I’m their superior.”

She raises her eyebrow. “You’re also my superior.”

“At work,” he emphasizes. “I’m your superior at work. But when it’s just us two, we’re equal.”

She’s taken aback a bit. She’d spent all this time being intimidated by the fact that he was her boss. Her superior. But with him laying the cards down straight, she feels comfortable. Relieved. As if a weight on her chest had been removed, and she can finally start indulging in the feelings that were bubbling there.

“Okay, Harry. I’ll try,” she says with a smile.

His eyes flicker down to her lips, then back up, as if nothing happened. However quick it might have been, though, y/n notices. It makes her cheeks grow hot. She tries to distract herself from the warm feelings growing in her tummy by leaning towards the coffee table and grabbing a few pieces of popcorn (courtesy of Harry). She slowly eats them, and Harry’s eyes are back on her lips, watching as she places each kernel in her mouth.

She offers some to him silently, holding a piece up and raising her eyebrow to ask if he wants one. He nods and opens his mouth.

She thinks she’s just going to plop it in his mouth, but Harry has other plans. When she brings the popcorn up to his lips, his hand comes up to wrap around her wrist, holding her hand there. He takes the piece of popcorn from her, and swallows it quickly. Then, he places a kiss against the pad of her thumb. Then her index finger, then her middle finger.

Each kiss is soft, his plushy lips puckering gently and lingering on her skin for a prolonged second before moving onto the next. When he’s out of fingers to kiss, he tilts his head and starts kissing down to her wrist. These kisses are just as soft, just as gentle, but somehow more erotic. They’re a bit more open mouthed, the wetness of his lips slicking her skin.

Y/n stares at him with her jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” she breathes, her voice shaky. His eyes are locked on hers, looking at her with a teasing glint as his teeth nip at the thin skin of her wrist.

She doesn’t know what to say. She’s speechless, words caught in her throat as Harry stops his descent of kisses down her wrist, and kisses the back of her hand instead.

“Do you like it,” he asks between kisses, “when I kiss you?” She nods, mesmerized by his low voice.

He releases her hand and pulls her close so that their faces are right in front of each other, then dips his head down to her ear. “What if I kissed you here?” he murmurs, his thumb pressing into a spot just behind her earlobe. She nods again, and he kisses where his thumb had just been.

A shiver runs down y/n’s spine when Harry starts another path downwards, kissing down her neck with gentle presses of his lips. Her neck is sensitive, super sensitive, and every kiss leaves a trail of goosebumps. She feels herself starting to get wet, and wraps her arms around Harry. Her hands slide over his broad shoulders to lock at the base of his neck, and she tilts her head to the side to give him more access. Harry expresses his appreciation by softly kissing at her throat. His hand comes up to hold her jaw, and she moans when he starts sucking a love bite.

He pulls away after he’s sucked enough to leave the spot sore, and looks at her with dark eyes. Fingers play with the hair at the base of his neck nervously, and she braves a look at his lips, which are extra pink after paying so much attention to her neck. She looks back up at him when his thumb brushes against her lips. “And if I kissed you here?” he asks. “Would you like that?”

She doesn’t even respond to him, lunging forward to lock their lips together in a heated kiss. He groans into her mouth when he feels her lips on his, his hand moving to grab her thigh. He guides it over his lap so that she’s straddling him, and she follows easily, propping herself up with one knee on either side of his hips. Their chests press together and she leans into him, pressing her lips harder against his, more desperately. Her tongue flickers forwards to tease the seam of Harry’s lips. Obviously, he receives this very well, opening up his mouth and letting his tongue slip into her mouth.

Feeling him all over her, with her tongue gliding hotly against hers, his firm chest against her supple breasts, and his large palms against her skin, sends electric arousal shooting through her entire body. Her core feels hot and tingly, wet against her panties, and she can’t help herself from brushing herself against Harry’s lap. He groans, and she does it again, pressing her hips more firmly down. There’s not much friction with all the layers separating them, but the pressure against her clit is enough to tame her for now.

His hands roam up from where they were resting on her hips, sliding over her ribs and back down, just desperate to feel all of her. He teases her by sliding his hands over her ass, and when she eagerly moans into his mouth, he palms her, his large hands groping to his heart's desire. He uses his grip on her ass to encourage her to grind down harder.

Her fingers grip onto his shoulders and she pulls away breathlessly. “Mr. Styles– I mean, sir– I mean– Harry!”

“What’s wrong puppy?” he coos, “Can’t think straight?”

She moans, grinding down harder. While she catches her breath, Harry goes back to kissing and sucking on her neck.

“I– more,” she whines, “I want more.”

“Yeah baby? What do you want?”

“S’not enough,” she says, still grinding on his lap. She wants to feel more, wants to cum!

“What if we took this little skirt off?” Harry says, tugging at the black skirt, a part of her waitressing uniform at Pleasing. The waitresses had an option of wearing black slacks, or a black skirt overtop a pair of black tights. She preferred the skirt, but had taken the tights off in the employee bathroom before they came over to Harry’s for the sake of comfortability.

She nods her head eagerly, letting him toy with the small zipper at the hip of the skirt. Once he has it unzipped, she untangles herself from him, standing up and letting the skirt fall to the floor. She’s left in one of her seamless nude thongs that she’d gotten at Target when they’d had a 7 for $20 deal. No fancy lingerie or lacy panties – just something comfortable that wouldn’t give her panty lines under her skirt.

Y/n stands a bit nervous under his gaze. His pupils are blown out, glazed over with lust as he looks at her head to toe. She looks so sexy like this, he thinks, with her hair all messy, wearing nothing but her panties and her white button down. Straight out of a playboy photoshoot or something, he reckons.

He spreads his legs and beckons her closer, his lap looking like an inviting place for her to sit and grind her clit on. But when she goes to straddle him as she had been just a second ago, he guides her, instead, to straddle his thigh. She’s confused for a second, and a bit disappointed. The idea of grinding on his clothed cock had aroused her quite a bit, and he was taking it away from her. But when she settles herself on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle beneath her, she realizes why he had her reposition here.

His thick thighs feel so much better against her clit – firmer, so that she can grind down with more fervor. His smooth slacks make it easier for her to slip her hips forwards and backwards, and there’s no annoying zipper in the way to rub awkwardly against her. No… just a smooth terrain of thick muscle for her to rub herself against. Plus, she doesn’t have to worry about pressing down too hard on Harry’s cock. She’s free to press down as hard as she wants until she cums. :)

Harry’s hands are on her hips, thumbs gently dancing up and down her skin. To help her get started, he tightens his grip and guides her hips back and forth on his thigh. His lips are back on her neck, kissing from her collarbones to the center of her throat, up to her jawline. She whines when his lips graze her across her jaw and tease at her earlobe, biting down on it before kissing right underneath it. That spot below her ear sends jolts of pleasure through her body, tingling down her back and sparking at her core. She grinds down with even more passion.

Her fingers, which had been grabbing at his shoulders to brace herself as she rutted on his thigh, now slid up to meet at the back of his head. She tugs at his hair and pulls his head back from where he’d been sucking and kissing her neck. She watches him lick his swollen lips, before slotting her own between them again. She wanted to kiss him more, feel his tongue in her mouth and his teeth biting at her lips.

A sharp smack against her ass has her hips stuttering. She gasps into Harry’s mouth as his palm grabs and gropes her after he’d spanked her, and can’t help the high pitched moan that bursts out her throat. “Sir–” her whimper is cut off by another spank.

“S’that good pet?” he asks against her lips.

“Mhm,” she kisses him harder, “Again.”

His palm comes down again, and a muffled cry escapes through her lips, not letting his hand distract her from kissing him.

Harry can feel her tiring out, her hips slowing down a bit and grinding down in long, drawn out motions instead of the more desperate ones she’d started off with. So he helps her out a bit, his long fingers slipping to her front and finding her clit through her panties. He rubs it back and forth, using the slickness that soaked the thin piece of fabric covering her to make the friction smooth and pleasurable.

Wow, she hadn’t expected his fingers to feel so good. She’d spent a lot of time admiring them whenever he’d driven her home, his long, thick fingers, covered in rings. His left hand, decorated with his cross tattoo, his manly knuckles and wide palms. He just had amazingly attractive hands in general, and now they were on her, rubbing her clit, bringing her closer to her end. She imagines what it’d feel like to have one of those long fingers slide inside of her pussy, and clenches around nothing simply at the thought of it.

His fingers, his kiss, and her own wild imagination make her bubble over the edge, orgasm spilling and hips stuttering on his thigh as she feels herself fluttering with release. She collapses against his chest, and lets herself relax as his arms embrace her.

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Y/n is buzzing during her shift.

After their moment together last night, Harry had held her close and whispered nice things to her, about how pretty and sweet she was. They restarted the movie (considering they were a little… preoccupied when it had started) and watched it to its end, cuddled up with each other under Harry’s fuzzy blanket. Then, he’d driven her home.

Before she got out of his car, he stopped her. He delicately lifted her chin with two of his fingers, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Bye puppy,” he murmured between kisses, barely lifting his lips from hers. Then he’d patted her cheek, sending her off with butterflies in her tummy and a smile that’s been plastered on her face ever since.

She’s so giddy that even Grace notices. “What’s got you so smiley?” she teases when they pass each other in the back.

“Oh, nothing,” y/n responds casually. But the dreamy lilt to her voice and shy smile give her away.

“It’s not nothing! C’mon, you’ve gotta tell me–” Grace insists, but thankfully, she’s cut off by Alfredo.

“Y/n! Party of five in private room 3!” He pats at his glistening forehead with his sweat rag.

She leaves Grace with a teasing grin. “Gotta go!”

The private rooms were usually a nightmare to deal with. They were super expensive tables that people could reserve so that they could eat in privacy, usually for celebrities trying to avoid paps or groups celebrating private events. Now think about it – if the people who ate in the general dining hall were assholes, just imagine how annoying the diners of the private rooms were.

Despite all this, however, y/n’s happy mood couldn’t even be damped by anyone in the private room. She walks in with that same love-induced smile plastered on her face.

“Hi guys! I’m y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get any drinks for you?” She does a quick scan around the table, and feels her heart skip a beat when she sees a familiar head of brown hair sitting at the table. She’d been wondering why she hadn’t seen Harry in his office when she came in for her shift.

Harry looks up at the sound of her voice, but his face remains stoic. No smile or teasing nicknames. Not even a hint of recognition. “Just water for me,” he says, before looking away.

She nods, trying not to feel hurt by his lack of acknowledgement, and takes everyone else’s orders as well. He’s having an important business dinner, obviously he’s not going to pull her into his arms and kiss her the way he did last night! But still, her heart deflates at the fact that he hadn’t even smiled at her. Whatever, though. It’s a business meeting, and he’s just being professional. It’s fine, everything’s fine.

As she’s getting the drinks ready, Alfredo approaches her, dragging another waitress behind himself. “Is this for room 3?” he asks her, pointing to the tray of water and cocktails. She nods. “Give this to Alyssa, she will be taking over for you. You can cover table 52 instead.”

“What? Why?” y/n asks, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Mr. Styles has requested a different waitress, I do not know why,” he waves her off. “Now quickly, get to your tables!”

Alyssa takes the tray of drinks from her and Alfredo hurries off to the kitchen, leaving y/n standing there dumbfounded. Why would Harry do that? Not only does she feel hurt that he barely acknowledged her, but… she’s embarrassed too! How awkward is it for the owner of the restaurant to say that they didn’t want you to be their waitress?

How had Harry gone from murmuring sweet nothings into her ear last night, to completely ignoring her today? And why would he request a different waitress? He’s never had an issue with being friendly with her while he’s at the restaurant! It was just last week that he defended her in front of the entire staff, made chef Edgar apologize to her and called her his favorite waitress!

With every thought, her heart drops a little bit. Was this all a game to him? Like – had he just taken advantage of her little crush to just get a quick hookup? But he’d been so genuine… how could he just ignore her? And then interfere with her job? Was this the type of boss he was? The kind to mess around with employees just to get them fired?

Any glimmer of happiness in her body has completely disappeared, and it’s taking everything in her to blink back her angry tears and go introduce herself to her new table.

Everything is definitely not fine.

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“Do you do this with all the new waitresses?”

Harry looks up from his desk to see y/n standing in front of the door, a pout on her lips. After he’d finished his meeting with some investors who were interested in opening up a new Pleasing location in New York, he’d come back into his office to send some emails regarding what they’d discussed at dinner. He hadn’t paid much attention when he heard the knock at his door, but of course he’s happy that it’s y/n. He’s just… a bit confused about what she’s talking about.

“What?” he asks, lowering his laptop screen.

“Do you give all of them rides home? And then invite them over and go all sweet on them and then start ignoring them once you hook up with them?” Her eyes start to glaze over, and her chin wrinkles as she tries to stop her lip from quivering.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Harry stands up from his desk. “Y/n, what are you talking about?”

“Cos that’s really shitty of you to do!” she says, sniffling as the first tears break from her waterline. “Like– even if you wanted to play me or ghost me or whatever, you don’t have to interfere with my job!” She wipes the tears away angrily, “Do you know how embarrassing it is to have the owner of the restaurant say they don’t want you to serve them? You might as well fire me at this point.”

“Hey– no, it’s not like that,” he tries to explain, but she scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“I knew that I shouldn’t have gotten involved with you,” she says, voice breaking as more tears fall down her cheeks, “But you were so nice! I didn’t think you’d do this… I-I feel so stupid.”

“Y/n. Stop it.” he says sternly, stepping in front of her. “It’s not like that at all. I was in a business meeting, I had to be professional. Obviously I couldn’t be sweet on you the way I always am.”

“I get that!” she snaps. “But why’d you have Alyssa replace me? Like, I was just doing my job, and I wasn’t being unprofessional or anything. It was so uncalled for!”

“The men that I work with are not good people. When you took our drink orders, they made vulgar comments about you. It made me upset, so I requested someone else to serve us.” He raises his eyebrow to see if she has any remarks, but she remains silent eyes glued on the floor. He lifts her chin so that she looks at him. “And just for the record, I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never, ever gotten involved with an employee, never given them rides, or invited them to my home. You’re the only one,” he murmurs. “And m’not gonna let my feelings for you interfere with your job.”

She sniffles. “Oh.”

He can’t help the chuckle that falls from his lips. “You’re silly,” he says, pulling her into his arms. She smushes her cheek into his chest, feeling a little bit embarrassed at her reaction to the situation that he’d so calmly explained to her. “How long did you spend worrying your pretty head over this, hm? I hate seeing you cry, puppy.”

“M’sorry,” she bleats. “I was overdramatic.” Her hands wrap around his middle and grab at his shirt, holding him close.

He looks down at her and smooths her hair back softly. “S’okay puppy. Just talk to me about this stuff, okay? Especially if we plan on becoming… y’know, more serious.”

She looks up at him and smiles. “Okay.”

“Can I have a kiss?” he coos.

She nods, looking up at him with her chin propped against his chest. He gives her a sweet peck.

“Now if you’ll let me, I’d like to take you to mine and do some more kissing.”

Y/n agrees without a smidge of hesitation.

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“I want to take you out on a date.”

It was y/n’s day off, but Harry found himself missing her a bunch, so he’d texted her to see if she was free. She responded with a “yes!!!” and he’d told her he’d pick her up in an hour so that they could go out.

When he went and picked her up, she walked down to his car wearing the cutest little sundress, pink and flowery, with her hair tied up and out of her face. He took her to a little cafe by the park, where he ordered himself an iced black coffee and got her the sugary drink she’d requested, and they sat together under a tree on the grass. Harry’s back rested against the tree, and y/n sat next to him with her legs draped across his lap. A pair of dark sunglasses shielded his eyes.

“Call me crazy, but this right here kinda feels like a date,” she teased when he said that, sipping on her drink. “Am I getting too ahead of myself?”

“No puppy, like a proper date,” he says. “Where I take you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant.”

Despite how giddy the thought of going on a Real Date with Harry makes her, she protests. “Harry, you don’t have to do all that–” she exclaims, but Harry cuts her off.

“The only problem is,” he continues, “I can’t take you to my own restaurant, because that would be weird. But I also don’t want t’take you out to dinner at any other restaurant, cos the food won’t be good.” He’s picky and only wants to give her the best… and nothing is better than his own cooking. “So I was thinking… I could cook something for you. And we could treat it like a date?”

She smiles at him and leans in for a kiss. “I’d love to do all that with you. But you know I’m fine with just… coffee dates and hanging out at your apartment, right? We don’t have to do fancy things.”

“I want to,” he says, puckering his lips against hers. He wants to treat her to fancy things and show her his appreciation. It’s his way of showing that he’s serious about her.

Her smile spreads as she pulls away. “I’m excited! What are you gonna make me?”

“What do you want me to make you?”

“Hmm,” she muses. Harry’s hand comes up to hold hers and he looks at her fondly, a dimple in his cheek as he smiles at her. If he weren’t wearing his sunnies, she would’ve been able to see his eyes glimmering with adoration. “Surprise me.”

So, on the following Friday, Harry picks y/n up from her physics discussion and brings her back to his place. They’d decided that (for the sake of spending as much time together as possible) she’d pack a bag of her stuff to stay the night at his, and just come over straight after she was done with classes. And while Harry was cooking their food and getting the balcony ready for them to eat on, y/n went into his bedroom to get changed.

“Y’already look so pretty though,” he’d told her when she pulled away from his kisses to go get ready.

“Thanks,” she blushed. “But I wanna get dressed up. Y’know, since this is our first real date and all.” She knows that taking her on a proper date is kind of a big deal for Harry, so she’s taking it just as seriously as he is. She showered that morning, shaved and exfoliated everywhere, did an extended skincare routine, and brought a bunch of makeup and one of her prettiest dresses so that she could get all dolled up for him. Her dress is a little black satin number that cuts off just a bit above her mid thigh, and a dainty necklace rests on her collarbones, which are on display thanks to the thin spaghetti straps of her dress.

She also puts on a pair of pretty heels that click against his hardwood floors as she walks out to the kitchen. “Harryyy,” she calls out. She finds him in the kitchen, a pair of oven mitts on his hands as he takes a large pan out of the oven. He turns around with the baked food still in his hands when he hears her call out his name, and his jaw drops when she walks in.

Y/n is pretty every day, no matter if she’s in her waitressing uniform, her uni sweatshirt, or her flowy sundress. But when she’s all dressed up, wearing a sexy little dress that shows off her legs and her neck and shoulders… wow. Harry puts the food on a cooling rack, approaches her with the oven mitts still on his hands, and kisses her hungrily.

His oven-mitt covered hands rest on her hips and she has to bend backwards to support the force of Harry’s kiss. “Baby,” he groans, “y’look so gorgeous.”

And gosh, there’s just something about when Harry calls her baby that makes her weak in the knees! “Thank you,” she manages to giggle between his incessant kissing. She has to pry her lips from him by pushing on his shoulders. “What did you make?” she asks, a bit breathless.

Harry’s kisses migrate down to her neck – he just can’t get enough of her. She smells so sweet, and this dress… god, it’s doing things to him. Her soft skin, exposed so openly for his lips to kiss and suck on… how could he resist? “Parmigiana di Melanazane,” he mutters with his lips pressed against her skin. He was addicted to her.

“Is it ready yet?” she asks, trying to ignore the way his breath was tickling at her sensitive spot.

He pulls away reluctantly, his eyes still hungry. He pushes his hair out of his face and tries to compose himself, “Yes. I just have to set the table.”

“M’kay,” she says prettily. He releases her and goes to the cabinet to take out their plates. While he’s distracted, she floats over to the pan he’s pulled out of the oven. It smells so good, she can’t help but hover over it…

“Owie!” she yelps, snatching her finger back from where she’d accidentally touched the hot pyrex glass. “Harry, I hurt myself,” she whines.

“Baby,” he coos gently, putting down the plates and rushing to her side. “Why are y’going around touching hot things?”

“Didn’t mean to,” she says with a pout. Harry holds her hand, bringing the burnt finger up to his lips and pressing a long kiss to the tingling pad.

“Can’t leave you alone in the kitchen without you hurting yourself,” he scolds, now sucking her finger into his mouth to try and soothe the pain. “Should make you sit in the bedroom, away from anything hot or dangerous.”

She humphs, “It was an accident! Don’t kick me out of your kitchen please.” She pouts up at him with her cute, begging eyes.

He kisses her finger one last time, relenting. “Do you think I can trust you to carry the drinks out to the balcony or are y’gonna find a way to hurt yourself with those too?”

She rolls her eyes. “No, sir,” she says sassily.

He smacks her ass as she walks out with a bottle of chilled wine. “Watch it, puppy.”

The scene he’s set up for them is gorgeous. His balcony is decorated with fairy lights that brighten the table just enough for them to be able to see each other, and a few romantic candles have been lit in front of them. A fancy tablecloth and place mats are already on the table, along with a folded napkin that held their cutlery.

Harry comes out from behind her, holding two plates of food that he places on either end of the table. Then, he pulls out a chair for y/n to take a seat.

They wine and dine, y/n telling him all about the new book she’s reading (it’s this crazy book about this super smart physicist who discovers how to travel between the multi-verses) and Harry telling her about the trip he has to make to Milan soon for a charity dinner he attends annually.

When they’re done, she helps him take the dishes inside and puts them in the sink. He insists that she goes and relaxes while he does the dishes, so she wanders towards his bedroom, snooping around the artwork in the halls and the books on his shelves. He has a bunch of European philosophy books, books by Camus, Kafka, and Rousseau. She wouldn’t expect any less – he seems like the type to be well read in that kind of stuff.

Her fingers graze the spine of one of the books, The Stranger, tracing over the engravings of the title. She doesn’t hear Harry step into the bedroom, only realizing she wasn’t alone when his hands slide onto her hips. He rests his chin on her shoulder, linking his fingers in front of her.

“I had to read this book for school,” she says, earning a hum from Harry in response. “It was so fucking boring.”

He snorts. “Are you insulting my taste in books, puppy?”

“Just saying,” she shrugs, turning around to face him. “You should read that book I was tellin’ you about,” she says with a cute smile. Her hands come up to play with the collar of his suit, a tan plaid pattern, over top a baby blue button down, paired with some tan pants. His brown hair rests atop his head in chocolate swirls.

Harry looks down at her with a fond look, eyes glimmering as an extension of the soft smile on his face. He puckers his lips, and she leans up on her tippy toes to kiss them for him.

“Maybe I’ll get a copy and read it on my flight,” he says, referencing the trip he’d be making in about a week.

She frowns. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Won’t be gone for long,” he reassures her, his hands releasing her hips to cup her face. “Only a week.”

She leans up for another kiss. “Too long.”

His thumb rubs her cheek sweetly, “I’ll call you every night.” Another kiss.

“Not the same.” Kiss.

“Puppy…” he growls. One of his hands slides from where he’d been cupping her face into her hair, gently gripping her roots and tugging her head back so that she can’t keep pecking his lips. “Stop complaining before I’ll give y’something to really whine about.”

She looks up at him with a pout. He ignores it, and kisses down her throat instead. He can feel the whimpers climbing up her throat, her desperation growing as she grabs at his shirt.

He starts walking her backwards, each step punctuated with a kiss until the backs of her knees hit his bed and she topples backwards. Her hair halos behind her and she looks up at Harry, who stands tall, proudly between her legs. He’s looking at her the way a predator looks at his prey, unbuttoning the wrists of his dress shirt and rolling them up his arms.

“Gonna let me taste you tonight, baby?” he asks, getting down on his knees at the foot of the bed, between her spread legs. She props herself up on her elbows to get a better view. He grabs her left leg, and props her foot against his chest, the sharp high heel digging into his shirt as he works on undoing the clasp at her ankle. When it’s off, he throws the shoe behind him and puts her leg over his shoulder. “Asked you a question, puppy,” he mutters darkly, unclasping her other shoe in the same method.

She nods dumbly as he kisses up her calf, lips puckering against the soft skin as he appreciates every inch of her body. He looks up at her as his kisses migrate from her calf to her thigh, inching closer towards her center. His hands slide up her thighs as well, paving the way for his lips, slowly inching that tiny dress of hers up, and up, and up, until it’s bunched around her hips.

Her tiny panties are sheer and white, her pretty pussy on display through the see-through material. She had a feeling that tonight would be ending in a special way, so she’d cleaned up well and worn lingerie that made her feel sexy. Harry appreciates it very much, kissing around her panty line at the seam of her thigh. His nose brushes against the soft material, and his teeth bite at its edges lightly.

He hovers over her center, hot breath fanning over her clit, before pressing a kiss to it through the fabric of her panties. She exhales shakily and bites her lip.

Considering how his head is sandwiched between her thighs, he doesn’t bother with pulling her underwear down her legs. He just pulls the center of it to the side, exposing her lips. Without much thought, he slides his tongue through her slick folds, tasting her. A dark groan rumbles through his chest.

The broad of his tongue sensually runs up and down her folds, spreading his spit all over her and mixing with her slickness. His mouth feels hot against her, lapping up the sweetness leaking out of her pussy. He pulls back and looks at her, all shiny and wet. Her clit, sitting prettily like a pearl, is half hidden under the hood. He brings his hand up to reveal her clit fully to him, a soft, sensitive button that he’s dying to push. He looks up at her, makes sure that he’s making eye contact with her, before fully letting himself devour her.

His tongue swirls around her clit, first going up and down, then side to side, the back to up and down because he finds it gets more of a reaction out of her. Simultaneously, he’s sucking on her clit, creating pressure that intensifies any of his movements. Y/n lets herself collapse against the bed, moaning out loudly as he ravages her clit.

His moves a bit south, now lapping at her slit to suck up everything that’s leaking out of her. He teases her entrance, pushing his tongue through her lips and into her heavenly pussy. It feels strange at first, to have his tongue inside of her, but as he curls it upwards and continues licking her the way he’d been doing to her clit, she finds her hips rutting up to feel him even deeper inside. His eyes close and he groans, pressing his face into her. It’s still not enough, so he grabs her hips and hoists her up against her face.

He closes his eyes and groans, pressing his face into her. His nose bends as it presses against her clit and he loses himself in bliss as he lavishes her sweetness.

Y/n is crying out to the ceiling, feeling her belly burning as Harry goes back up to her clit and sucks it with no remorse. Her hips are twitching and her heels press into Harry’s back, a feeble attempt at grounding herself as she’s consumed by him.

As she gets closer and closer to her release, her thighs start to tighten around his head. Her soft flesh presses against his temples, and it just sends him further into his pussy-clouded dreams. Her gentle hands slide down to hold his, and she cums with their fingers interlaced.

Harry feels her cunt clenching and unclenching as she cums, hips stuttering and her soft voice cracking around her moans. He releases her hips and pulls himself away from the safe haven between her thighs. His lips are slick and swollen from how hard he’d been eating her out, and his tongue darts out to lick up any of her sweetness that lingers on his lips.

Her legs that had been positioned on his shoulders now fall to the bed as he rises and climbs on top of her, finding her lips. He kisses her as her arms wrap around his shoulders, threading through the short hair at the nape of his neck. His hands wrap around her back and find the satin ribbon that holds her dress together, pulling on it to unravel the bow. The thin straps fall down her shoulders, the fitted waist loosening as the ribbon unties, and Harry pries his lips from hers so that he can help her shimmy out of the dress.

She hadn’t worn a bra under this dress (she didn’t have one that didn’t clash with the backless design), so as he pulls the straps down her arms, he exposes her breasts. They lay relaxed and soft, gravity flattening them out a bit as she lays with her back against the bed. Her nipples are peaked with arousal, and Harry’s mouth waters. He drags the satin fabric down the rest of her body, hooking his fingers into her panties when he reaches her hips, and strips her down all in one go. Her clothes lay discarded in a pile on the floor, and Harry once again looks down at her from between her legs.

She lays so delicately on his bed, her hands coming up to timidly cover her breasts while Harry devors her with his eyes. Contrastingly to how she covers her tits, however, she spreads her legs for him. Her clit looks puffy and raw from Harry’s lips and tongue, and her entrance pulses invitingly, urging him to stuff his cock in.\

He makes haste to unbutton his shirt, tugging it off within a minute. Y/n’s eyes widen.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathes. His abs, his chest, his shoulders, his arms… she wants to lick every single part of him. She can see his muscles, see how hard and thick and meaty they are. And the ink… “I didn’t know you had so many tattoos.” She’d seen a sneak peek of them, from the cross tattoo on his hand and the other miscellaneous tattoos that lined his wrist. But that was the extent of what she’d seen.

“Y’like them?” he asks cockily. She loves them. He can see it in her eyes, and hear it in her voice. Her hands leave her breasts to cover her face, hiding her eyes from him. He tsks. “What’s wrong, puppy? Why are you hiding?”

“You’re just… so hot,” she whines, her words muffled from behind her hands.

He can’t help but chuckle lowly, climbing on top of her. “Y’gonna make me blush, baby,” he teases, pulling her hands off her face. Her eyes are lustful and burning with desire, a sharp contrast to the dreamy look she usually has whenever they kiss. Tonight, she’s hungry for him.

Her hands trace down his front, over his chest and over his abs, until she reaches his pants. She unbuttons them for him and sticks her hand in, fingers teasingly grazing his cock over his briefs. His gaze darkens, eyebrows furrowing. “Take it out,” he demands. She obeys eagerly.

She sneaks her hand into his briefs and feels his bare cock for the first time, warm and velvety to the touch. It’s large, her fingers barely being able to wrap around his girth as she pulls him out. His tip is dark pink, bubbling with precum, and his shaft feels soft against her palm as she starts to teasingly pump him. She doesn’t feel enough slickness around him, so she curls her thumb over his tip and smears his precum down, reducing the uncomfortable friction that comes with a dry handjob.

Harry watches her hand moving up and down, delicately jerking him off. Her fingers look so soft compared to his hard cock, thick and pulsing as she plays with him. He bites his lip and gently thrusts himself into her hand. His pants and briefs still hang around his hips, but it doesn’t bother either of them considering how they’re so caught up in feeling each other.

He puts his weight onto one arm, his other hand resting over her hand on his cock. His hand is larger than hers, fully covering it and wrapping around his cock as they glide over his cock together. He guides their hands together, up and down, really smearing his slickness all over, and getting him worked up.

When he really can’t handle it anymore, he pulls away and gets off the bed to grab a condom. His pants hang low on his waist as he searches through his bedside table, and he sticks the wrapped condom between his teeth while he shuffles out of his clothes. He wastes no time in climbing back on top of y/n, who spreads her legs for Harry to get between.

He sits on his knees, cock so hard that it’s bobbing up and down, and sheathes himself with the condom. Then, he hoists her by her hips so that her lower back rests on his thighs and her pussy is lined up with his erection. He paints his tip up and down her slit, before pushing in slowly. It takes a couple thrusts of just the tip for her pussy to really open up to him, and then he’s able to push himself almost all the way in. It’s a snug fit, but her plushy walls are so wet and swollen that it almost feels like she’s sucking him in.

Y/n’s sweet moans ring through his bedroom, crying out at how Harry stretches her out so well. His fingers dimple the plump skin on her hips, gripping her tightly in order to control himself. He doesn’t want to start ramming into her, considering how her tiny pussy can barely fit how thick he is, but it’s taking a lot of self control.

Y/n, on the other hand, doesn’t care about the slight burn she feels as he stuffs his cock in her. All she wants is to feel him deeper, rutting up her hips to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Look at you, puppy, rutting up on me,” he hisses. “So desperate for me to stuff you full, hm?”

She moans and lifts her hands up, reaching out to grab onto Harry in some way. He releases her hips and holds her hands for her, leaning his weight forward so that he’s now hovering above her and pinning her hands down to the bed. His hips start to gain force and speed, thrusting into her at a regular pace now. Her tits jump up and down with each pump, and she cranes her neck into the pillows, overwhelmed with pleasure. Her eyes are closed with bliss, eyebrows furrowed.

“Harry,” she whines, “feels so good.”

“Yeah baby?” He grunts, bringing a hand down to play with her clit. Her pussy clenches around him in response, her entire body jerking as he rubs her sweet spot. Her moans bubble out of her throat without any restraint, parallel to how her orgasm starts bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She throws an arm over her face, overwhelmed as Harry pounds into her while simultaneously rubbing her clit in tight circles. It only takes a little bit more of that before she’s falling apart on his cock.

Harry keeps rubbing her, even as she’s cumming, and revels in the feeling of how she squeezes him as her orgasm washes over her. Her voice is cracking from how intensely she feels, eyes almost watering with orgasm-induced tears. Harry kisses down her neck erotically, his lips naturally inclined to the spot below her ear that he loves sucking on so much. He must’ve been a vampire in another life, with how often he finds himself licking, sucking, biting, and loving on her neck.

He pulls out as she comes down from her high, then taps her ass. “Flip over, puppy,” he commands. She flips around onto her hands and knees, but finds that she’s too shaky to hold herself up. Her top half collapses onto the bed, her back arched and ass high in the air. “M’gonna cum on your ass, okay?”

She nods her head, face pressed against the pillows.

Harry yanks off the condom and jerks himself off roughly. Her slickness coats his cock and makes the glide easy. His own hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as hers did, but the sight of her, head down, ass up, in front of him, is plenty to get him off. He cums with a low groan, thick spurts of cum landing on the rounds of her ass, all the way up to her back. He takes a second to take in the sight of it, taking a mental picture for him to think back to while he was in Milan.

She lays there, fingers gripping the sheets by the side of her head, while Harry climbs off the bed and goes to the bathroom to grab a hand towel. He wipes his cum off her back before it gets dry and crusty and yucky, then flips her around so that he can look at her face.

Her cheeks are glowing and her eyes glimmer with a post-orgasm glow. Her lips look swollen and so kissable, that Harry can’t help but lean down to peck her with a soft smile. “How was that?” he asks gently.

She looks up at him with dreamy eyes. “You… are so good at that,” she bubbles, words slurred sleepily. Her body is buzzing with the remnants of the most intense orgasm she’s had like… ever. Her legs feel like jello, her fingers are tingly, and she can’t even close her legs all the way because her pussy is so sensitive.

He gives her that cock smirk of his, a half smile that dimples one of his cheeks while his eyes glimmer mischievously. “Did I make you feel good?”

She nods. “Give me ten minutes to regain feeling in my legs and we can go again.”

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They go once more, a lot softer this time, with lots of kissing. Harry thrusts into her gently, the curls on the top of his head falling into his face as he hovers over her. Soft sighs and whimpers fall from y/n’s lips, muffled occasionally by Harry’s continuous kisses. He alternates between pecking her cheeks and down her neck, sucking and biting her bottom lip, and letting his tongue lick into her mouth hotly, each kiss garnering a new pleased reaction from y/n. And when they finally come, their hands are intertwined, Harry thrusting into her deeply and letting himself spurt out into the condom. His abdomen twitches while y/n coos at him softly, and he doesn’t pull out until he’s positive his swollen balls have nothing more to give.

“Are you the kind of person who likes baths after sex?” y/n asks him shyly. He’s really not, but with the way y/n is looking up at him all soft and sweet, obviously he’s gonna say yes.

“Only if there’s a pretty girl in there with me,” he teases.

She smiles and sits up on the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Harry senses that she’s feeling a bit shy now that her orgasmic haze is fading away, so he offers her the baby blue button up he’d been wearing earlier. She’s dumbfounded at how easily he can read her.

As she buttons up the shirt, Harry slips on a pair of briefs and goes to his master bathroom to turn the bath on. His bathroom has a freestanding tub that sits in front of a window, overlooking his incredible view of the city. The view that only three million or more dollars can buy you.

He’s honestly not much of a bath person, preferring cold morning showers after his workouts, so his tub is shiny and clean. He turns the faucet on and makes sure that the water is warm before heading back into his bedroom. Y/n has buttoned his shirt up all the way and looks like an angel, sitting on his bed patiently waiting for him. Her eyes find him as soon as he walks in and she looks at him cutely, with those big, puppy eyes, waiting for her next command.

He holds his hand out, beckoning her to him. She gets up immediately and wobbles towards him, legs shaky and pussy still sore. He can’t help the smile that spreads on his face – he doesn't like the fact that she’s in pain! But… the fact that it’s his cock that’s gotten her all weak in the knees… that definitely does something to him. He hopes she doesn’t notice the weak twitch his already sensitive and overworked cock gives.

He guides them into the bathroom and shuts off the water, the tub now pleasantly full and ready to fit the two of them. He lets her get undressed and get in the bath first, then strips and follows her in. He knows that he takes up a lot of space, with long legs and bulky arms, so he’d been a bit worried that this whole bath thing would be awkward. But y/n leaves plenty of room for him to get in behind her, and easily snuggles herself into his hold when he’s in. He sits down with his back against the edge of the tub and his legs spread open, with y/n sitting between them. She scoots back and lays down on him, with her back against his chest.

His hands instinctively find somewhere on her body to touch, fingers tracing up and down her arms as she soaks and relaxes in his hold. She’s so still and quiet that he almost thinks she’s fallen asleep – that is, until she lets out the softest giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your dick is tickling my back.” She giggles again.

He snorts. “Shut up, puppy.”

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