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asdfghjklmals · 8 months

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BABY MOON✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. body insecurities. suggestive comments. WORD COUNT: 4.4k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dadtobe!gojo, pregnant!oc, lovesick!gojo, established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend's brother surprises her and satoru with a trip to mexico so they can spend time together before baby gojo arrives. (this fic happens in the middle of ‘milestones’, click to read here) AUTHOR'S NOTE: i did some research on puerto vallarta and i'm on my reggaeton kick lately lol did y’all catch the bleach inspiration about the sun? *cries* i love isshin and masaki. ugh. i'm obsessed with how in love oc gojo girlfriend and satoru are in this fic. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“so what exactly does a couple even do on a baby moon?” satoru asked as he buttoned his dress shirt in the mirror, leaving four unbuttoned to expose his toned chest.

he wore a champagne silk button up with sleeves cuffed halfway up his forearm. tan cargo shorts decorated his long legs. his frosty white hair brushing the tip of his eyelashes, bright blue eyes dressed with gold sunglasses. he had just finished unpacking your luggage.

you laid on your side in the large hotel villa bed, tired from the long flight from japan to mexico. your flowy white maxi sundress splayed out on the linen sheets. your hair was put up in a bun. a bright yellow flower tucked behind your ear, given to you by the villa concierge upon checking in.

“according to google, couples go on baby moons to spend quality time together before the baby arrives.” you explained, “—once baby gojo arrives, all my attention will probably be on them.”

satoru turned to face you and frowned, “not even a little attention for good ol' satoru gojo?” he leaned onto the bed, hovering over you, encasing you between his strong arms.

you looked at him and caressed his cheek with the palm of your hand, “nope. you did this to yourself when you got me pregnant, sweetheart.” you sneered at him, knowing it wasn’t entirely his fault.

“i’m jealous.” he said while frowning, “—you hear that, baby gojo? you’re stealing all my lovin’.” he leaned down to loudly say to your stomach, his cheek pressed right against your 7 month pregnant belly. you laughed as you felt baby gojo shift away in your womb in reply to satoru’s comment.

“it was nice of your brother to pay for this vacation for us.” satoru mentioned as he laid beside you. his head was aligned right next to your belly. he liked to think that baby gojo enjoyed listening to him talk to you, so he always laid his head next to your belly in hopes that his unborn child could recognize his voice.

your brother, touya, had surprised you and satoru with an all-expenses-paid trip to puerto vallarta, mexico. touya said it would be a ‘nice, romantic’ getaway for the two of you. however, your vacation got off to a rough start as you experienced nausea throughout the flight. it was a 15 hour flight to get here, and you did not bring enough sour candy or gingersnaps to last for the entire flight. you spent a majority of the flight trying to sleep instead.

“i’ll have to thank him again. should we send him a picture?” you suggested. satoru pulled out his phone and snapped a very unflattering picture of you to send to your brother.

“done.” he reported.

“—i meant a decent looking picture of the both of us.” you glared at him. he ignored you and continued to send his text message to touya. throughout the years that you and satoru have been together, satoru gained a brother figure in touya. being an only child was lonely for satoru, so he made an effort to have a close bond with touya.

[6:17pm] satoru gojo sent an image

[6:17pm] satoru: your sister is having a great time lol she was sick during the entire flight so we're resting before dinner 😅

[6:18pm] touya (l/n) laughed at an image

[6:18pm] touya: glad to see she’s having fun 🙄 lol

[6:19pm] satoru: thanks again for the vacation bro. 👊🏼 (y/n) really needed that.

[6:19pm] touya: anytime. have fun and be safe. i guess it’s too late for me to tell you two to use protection 😂

[6:20pm] satoru gojo laughed at a message

and satoru was definitely not going to tell you about that text.

“should we go through the ‘what to expect’ app before dinner?” he suggested. it was his favorite thing to do with you since you got pregnant. he wanted to know everything about your pregnancy and how baby gojo was developing. you appreciated how involved satoru was throughout your entire pregnancy. you couldn't ask for a better partner or a better father for baby gojo.

you pat your hand around the bed to find your phone, opening up the app to read out loud, “at 27 weeks, baby gojo is the size of a head of lettuce, is about two pounds and more than a foot long. this is the end of the second trimester.”

your doctor had told you not to travel internationally past 28 weeks, so you and satoru planned this baby moon right before the start of your third trimester.

“your voice is music to baby gojo’s ears.” you continued reading.

satoru grumbled, “—same for me. except when you’re yelling at me.”

you glared at satoru as he smirked at you innocently. ignoring him, you continued to read, “don’t be surprised if you feel little jumps in your belly, your little one might have the case of hiccups.” your heart melted at the thought, “—that is so cute.”

satoru took your phone from you and read the recap for week 27, “at a glance, your baby can hear you, baby has hiccups, and they will be developing muscle tone from being active.”

“baby gojo is a little gymnast in there.” you said to satoru. you wondered if your baby got their habit of being unable to sit still from their father. baby gojo was always active at night too. whenever the students wanted to feel baby gojo kick during the day, they were always sleeping.

“your baby may recognize both you and your partner’s voices by now. so this may be a good time to read or sing to your baby—or tummy.” satoru looked at you with excitement, “—i told you baby gojo recognizes my voice. should i start singing to them too?”

you laughed, “since you’re not that bad of a singer… go ahead. sing me a song, mr. gojo.”

one of your favorite memories with satoru throughout all your years of knowing the insufferable man was the day you went on your very first mission with him. you weren't even dating at the time, but the memory meant so much to you. you shared your earphones with him during the subway ride to chiba and showed him all your favorite old school songs that you and your late father loved. (read 'sleeping with the enemy' here)

“i’ve got sunshineeee, on a cloudy day. when it’s cold outsiiiiide, i’ve got the month of may. i’d. guess. you’d. say. what. can. make. me. feel. this. way. my giiiirl. talkin’ ‘bout my girl.” (a/n: click here to listen to the exact line and song satoru's singing if you don't know it, i time stamped it for you!)

you laughed and smiled in adoration at the man who just serenaded you and your pregnant belly. of course he’d choose the temptations for this occasion. baby gojo started kicking.

you leaned over to ask your belly, “did you like daddy’s singing?”

“did they kick?” satoru asked as he leaned forward to talk to your belly, “kick once for no, kick twice for yes.”

after waiting for a moment, you felt one kick, “sorry, you have a tough crowd, babe. it was one kick.” you reported back to the eager satoru.

“back to the app,” he said, ignoring you, offended that his baby didn’t appreciate his singing, “it says nearly 3 in 4 women experience swelling of the hands, feet, and ankles. so avoid sitting and standing for long periods. go on walks or try swimming.”

“we can try out the pool tomorrow.” you said. satoru’s attention still on the app.

“it says you should eat lots of salmon. it’s supposedly good for you and the baby.” satoru reported.

you started laughing, “okay, toge inumaki. let’s go get some dinner.”

the next day

“babe?” you called out to satoru, “can you help me tie my swimsuit?”

you frowned as you looked at yourself in the mirror. your body was unrecognizable to you. you couldn’t fit into any of your clothes. you didn’t feel like yourself as your body started to grow, and you were only going to get bigger and bigger thanks to your still growing baby inside of you.

satoru waltzed into the bathroom smelling like sunscreen. he was already in his tropical floral swimming shorts, shirtless, with a towel draped over his shoulder. why did he have to look like a chiseled greek god next to you? you felt like humpty dumpty next to him. he walked behind you to grab the loose bikini strings from your fingers, tying a secure knot for you. he snickered to himself because he wouldn’t care if they came undone, but he knew you would.

you turned away from him.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? you’re usually the first one in the pool.” satoru asked as he followed your gaze in the mirror. he saw that you were examining yourself.

“i—just don’t really feel confident in my body right now...” you admitted in a quiet voice. the statement shattered his heart.

“you’re kidding me.” satoru scoffed, “—babe, you’re literally growing our perfect baby inside of you. you are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever laid my six eyes on.”

“maybe it’s the bikini. i should’ve opted for a one piece now that i’m pregnant.” you frowned as you looked down to run your fingers along the ruffles of your white two-piece swimsuit, your belly hanging out in the open in all its glory.

satoru made a face, “i hope baby gojo kicks you for saying that.”

and to your surprise, you felt an extra strong kick. it was like baby gojo heard him. satoru and your baby were ganging up on you already and baby gojo wasn’t even born yet.

satoru hugged you from behind. his strong arms making you feel safe. he always knew what to say to make you feel better again. he kissed your temple as you sighed.

“come on, let’s go for a swim.” he grabbed your hand to lead you to the pool right outside the private villa. he placed a pair of his black circular sunglasses on your face. he smeared sunscreen on your cheeks and traced a sunscreen shaped heart on your belly before helping you rub it in. a sloppy application from satoru, but you appreciated the sweet gesture. you massaged sunscreen on your arms as satoru helped you apply to your legs.

satoru watched you like a hawk as you stepped into the pool, afraid of you slipping while pregnant. you slowly walked deeper into the pool, the cool water rose to cover your belly and chest. after making sure you were okay, satoru ran to the opposite side of the pool and cannon-balled in, splashing water all over you. you giggled as you watched the white haired sorcerer swim towards you in the beautiful, clear water.

satoru popped out of the glistening water as if he was the little mermaid, throwing his snow-white hair back, shaking his head side to side so the water would fling off. he swam towards you. you reached for his shoulders as he pulled you closer, positioning your legs around his waist so he could take you further into the deep end. you wrapped your arms loosely around his broad shoulders as he held you by your thighs.

“you feeling better?” he asked as he booped your adorable button nose.

“a little—” you said as you wrinkled your nose. you traced your soft fingers along satoru's chest before asking him a question you were nervous to ask. “satoru—will you still love me if i don’t go back to how i looked like before i got pregnant?”

stunned at your ridiculous question, satoru asked, “what kind of question is that? of course i’ll still love you, babe. i’d even love you if you were still pregnant with the raging pregnancy hormones forever.”

you splashed water onto him, glaring through his sunglasses that were resting on your cheek and nose bridge, “you’re only saying that because my libido is higher than usual.”

“i'm just saying... a man will never complain about that.” satoru chuckled as he sarcastically spoke for all the men in the world.

“—then would you still love me if i was a worm?”

“that’s pushing it.” satoru bantered back. you splashed him with water again before resting your head on his chest. he floated with you in his arms for a moment, soaking up the sunshine. you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach along with your growing baby twisting and turning inside of you. your heart taking in the pure bliss you were experiencing just by being here in satoru’s arms. you wondered how satoru felt right now.

after spending about an hour wading in the pool with satoru, you looked over to see two hotel employees bringing out a tray of food.

“pardon our interruption señor gojo and señorita (l/n), we brought a late breakfast for you two to enjoy. this was requested from señor (l/n) early this morning.”

“gracias!” you thanked the hotel employee with the most basic spanish you learned while sitting on the 15 hour plane ride. satoru laughed at your enthusiasm. he admired how you always wanted to be courteous to others.

“are you and baby gojo hungry?” he asked as he started swimming towards the shallow end again. you nodded as you clung to him, planting a sweet kiss on the crook of his neck and shoulder. satoru got out of the pool first so he could help you out. he grabbed the towels sitting on the cabana chairs to dry you both off, wrapping the towel around your waist.

“wow, the food looks amazing.” you sat down and drooled over the spread that your brother ordered for you and satoru. your mouth watered. there was a selection of huevos rancheros, tamales, fried plantains, fresh local fruit, chorizo hash, eggs, bread and two large pitchers of orange juice and water.

satoru sipped his orange juice and watched your face light up as you sampled all the delicious food in front of you. a happy glow in your face that made him fall in love with you all over again. it reminded him of the first time you went to get ice cream together, the way your face lit up and you did your happy dance in your chair after tasting the sweet chocolate ice cream. you reached over to feed him a bite of the fried plantains. satoru hummed in approval.

you were like the sun to satoru. his whole world revolved around you, and you attracted anyone and anything that entered your orbit. it was probably why all the students and faculty loved you at jujutsu high. even strangers felt comfortable around you.

you made satoru’s world brighter. before you met him, he felt as if clouds shrouded his life at all times, unclear of what he wanted to do with his life. you pulled him out of that cloudiness and lit up every second of the day as soon as you came into his life (or ever since he broke into yours). you were the color in satoru’s world of black and white. you inspired him to be better, and he wanted to be a good man, just for you.

he was making it his mission to be the sun in your life, just like you were in his. it broke his heart knowing that you were starting to feel insecure in your ever-changing and growing body. and it made him even more sad knowing that you were questioning his love for you during this temporary change.

however, little did satoru know, he already was the sun in your life. he has been ever since you started dating, and you would be forever grateful to the 17 year old boy who broke your domain over a decade ago. without satoru’s love, you don’t know where you’d be right now. satoru's unconditional love was something you never thought you'd experience in this lifetime. (read ‘fated to love you’ here)

later that night

you and satoru held hands while walking the streets of zona romántica, one of the liveliest streets of puerto vallarta. your spirit birds flying overhead with you and satoru. every turn you and satoru took gave you a beautiful view of the mexican riviera. a mariachi band played in the cobblestone streets, and white-stucco buildings were decorated with bright orange, yellow, and red flowers.

"this city is so charming." you said, green eyes shining. you admired the architecture and all the bright colors in the streets as satoru led the way.

"what do you want to eat for dinner?" he asked while looking at a tourist brochure.

"i refuse to eat salmon again for dinner, so anything but that."

satoru looked down at you, azure blue eyes peeking through his sunglasses, "i read that there's a good tapas restaurant about a 20 minute walk from here. do you think you can walk that far?"

you laughed at his question, "satoru, i can still walk believe it or not."

he squeezed your hand as if he was saying 'okay, okay, you got me there'. you took the lead and guided him towards the malecón boardwalk. when you saw the sunset, you let go of satoru's hand, walking faster towards the view. the sunset was a mix of pink, purple, yellow, and orange. it was like a watercolor painting appearing in your eyes. the warm hues kissed the blues and greens of the ocean horizon.

while you admired the beautiful sunset, satoru admired the beautiful you. he snapped a couple pictures of you with his phone, afraid to forget the memory of how stunning you looked at this moment in time.

you were wearing a strapless white sundress, similar to the one you wore yesterday. your swimsuit lines from this morning showed off your golden tan you received while being here in mexico. the dress hugged your belly, but was loose enough to be comfortable for you to move around in without feeling restricted.

intricate blue flowers were sewn on the bottom fringe of your dress and a high leg slit showed off your pretty tan legs. your dress was paired with brown and white sandals that were comfortable enough for your swollen feet.

your long black hair was curled, flowing in the wind as you skipped lightly around the boardwalk. a large blue flower that matched satoru’s eyes was tucked behind your ear. it was almost sickening how much love he felt for you at this very moment.

"careful, sweetheart." satoru called out you as he put his phone back into his pocket, worried about you skipping around. he knew you’d complain about pelvic pain later tonight because of it. he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, following you wherever your heart desired.

you turned around and gave him your world-class million dollar smile that always gave him butterflies even after all this time, "so, where's this restaurant?" (read ‘butterflies’ here)

after dinner

"satoru, look! everyone’s dancing!" you pointed as you and satoru walked out of the restaurant after a delicious dinner.

there was a large crowd on the boardwalk, dancing to reggaeton music that the local dj was playing. everyone was dancing, singing, and shouting the lyrics to the songs. they were having the time of their lives and you wanted to be a part of it too.

"do you want to spend some time out here before we head back to the villa?" satoru asked, noticing how entranced you were. you nodded excitedly.

you and satoru found a small table at a bar close by. you both ordered non-alcoholic drinks for clear reasons. satoru didn't like to drink alcohol and you were pregnant.

you sipped your virgin midori sour. the melon juice, tangy lime, lemon and club soda felt refreshing. your foot tapped on the wooden boardwalk to the melodic beat of the music playing.

"babe, do you want to go dance…?" you asked timidly.

satoru looked at you, surprised, "you want to dance? i never thought you'd asked." he laughed. he was usually the one that would have to drag you out to the dance floor.

satoru downed the rest of his way-too-sweet virgin strawberry daquiri and grabbed your hand to lead you to where the rest of the crowd was dancing. (satoru forced his infinity outward to make sure no one accidentally bumped into your belly, but you didn't have to know that.)

you swayed with the music, your hair bouncing as you bobbed your head to the beat. you spun around, dancing to your heart’s desire. your heart skipped a beat when you felt satoru's hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. he followed all of your movements as you danced around him. you turned to face him.

"satoru," you draped your arms around his broad shoulders, "i think people are staring at us."

"really? i didn't notice." satoru grinned, his attention was only on you tonight. he didn't even notice that you and him were the center of attention on tonight's dance floor. he couldn't care less. the only thing he cared about was you.

the dim street lights and twinkle lights hanging along the boardwalk emitted a soft glow on your rosy cheeks and emerald green eyes. satoru's heart raced at the view. how could one person be so perfect and so beautiful? he felt like he hit the jackpot to be able to call you his. he didn’t think he would ever be this lucky in another life.

he grabbed your hand to twirl you around, pulling you close for a moment, your back resting against his chest again. he kissed your bare shoulder just to spin you around for a second time. your sweet laughter filled his ears, his favorite sound in the world.

once everyone started to slowly leave the boardwalk, you both decided to call it a night. the moon reflected brightly on the mexican sands and dark blue ocean waters, guiding you back to the villa. and in that very moonlight, you shone brightly like a lighthouse beacon. it was something about the way you looked tonight that took satoru’s breath away. that damn pregnancy glow looked a thousand times more radiant in his six eyes and he couldn’t get enough of it.

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after a relaxing shower to wash away the sweat from dancing, you and satoru laid in bed together, winding down for the night.

“did you know that if you press your ear against my belly, you might be able to hear baby gojo’s heartbeat?” you asked satoru as he put his phone down and turned to face you in bed.

"really?" satoru asked in amusement, "let me try it."

he leaned over towards you, resting his head gently on your belly.

"move your head over here," you guided his head to where baby gojo was in your womb.

the room fell silent. all you could hear was the ocean crashing against the rocks outside the hotel villa, the cool breeze entering the room, satoru's breathing and your own racing heartbeat. it was an intimate moment between the two of you.

satoru gasped, "i can hear it." he smiled brightly as he looked up at you. you smiled back at him, running your fingers through his soft white hair as he planted kisses on your bare belly.

"i wonder if you can sense any cursed energy from the baby." you asked him.

"i've been trying to ever since you got pregnant. i can't sense anything but yours." satoru said, "maybe our baby will be lucky and won't have any..." he trailed off.

"for some reason, i highly doubt that." you frowned. it would be a blessing if your baby didn't have to deal with curses, but coming from your clan and the gojo clan, it was more than likely your baby would be born with an innate cursed technique. plus, you felt something off about your cursed energy since you became pregnant. it was like someone else’s cursed energy was always there with you, and it wasn't satoru's residuals either.

"whether or not baby gojo has cursed energy, it wouldn't make me love them any less." satoru said quietly.

you chuckled at his ridiculous statement. "of course. this is our baby we're talking about. you better love them."

"—and just because your body is changing to grow our baby, my thoughts about how beautiful you are and how much i love you will never change." satoru added as-a-matter-of-factly.

“satoru… you’re embarrassing me.” you whined, hiding your blushing face in between the pillows. satoru took your fluffy shield away from you.

“don’t hide your beautiful face from me, woman!” he scolded you playfully. you intertwined your fingers with his as he leaned in for a kiss. he pulled you closer to him as you rested your head on his chest. you listened to his heartbeat, it was one of the most comforting sounds to fall asleep to.

“i love you, satoru.” you hummed.

satoru kissed each of your fingers, “i know.” he said confidently as you stared back up at him, waiting for him to say it back. “—i love you too, (y/n).”

“that’s what i thought.” you mumbled. “can you believe this is probably our last vacation as just us two? we’ll probably be too busy getting ready for baby gojo’s arrival to spend quality time together like this when we get home.” you said to him as you placed your hand against his. you were comparing the size of his hand to yours in the air.

he stroked your back gently with his unoccupied hand. he thought to himself for a moment. a playful grin spreading across his face, “guess we’ll just have to make the most of this baby moon then, huh?”

“—and just what do you mean by that?” you peered up at him.

satoru just smiled at you before he assaulted your neck and shoulder with a plethora of kisses. you squealed with laughter, pushing him away, trying to escape from his grasp.

“satoru, stop! that tickles!” you continued to laugh as he gently pulled you back to him with blue. he trailed kisses from your chest, up your neck onto your jawline, across your cheek to your nose, up your nose bridge to your forehead, and lastly, back down to your lips.

“for now, i don’t want to share.” he whispered in your ear.

ready to meet baby gojo? read the next chapter, 'hello baby' here.

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 5 months

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The Gumshoe Is a Girl's Best Friend | Neil Lewis x Reader

Summary | Things have recently changed between them and the tension continues to grow after Neil's relationship with his current girlfriend, Megan, begins to sour. Opening night of Gumshoe Video's first commercial sets the stage for new romance.

Warnings | Arguing, Unhealthy domestic relationships, Cheating, and brief sexual language.

A World Without Love- Peter And Gordon 🎶

Silhouette- Pastel Ghost 🎵

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?- Tyler, The Creator 🎶

word count: 3510k

Citation for quotes taken from original movie:

Watching the Detectives. Directed by Paul Soter, performances by Cillian Murphy and Lucy Liu, 2007.

Not proofread, sorry!

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We were standing in his office in the back of Gumshoe Video, and like usual, we were arguing.

“There is no way that I’m wearing that!” He pointed menacingly at the blue suit I had bought from the downtown consignment shop.

“But it goes so well with your eyes!” I argued and thrusted the matching baby blue shirt back into his hands.

“Listen, listen- hey wait, listen to me!” He backed himself up into the corner of his office and I followed him, holding the pressed suit between my arms.

“It has ruffles! I’m not wearing ruffles on opening night, Y/N. This is a serious event!” He held out his hands in an effort to stop me but I wrapped the silk bow tie around his neck and poked a finger harshly into his chest. He pressed his back against the wall, his arms crossed protectively around himself.

“Wear. the. suit. Neil.” I threatened darkly and he gulped, his blue eyes jumping comically from the suit to my face.

“Fine, damn it! But I am NOT wearing the bowtie.” He snatched the contrasting dark blue suit jacket with its velvet lapel and sighed.

“Good boy,” I teased with the best doll eyes I could muster and swiped the silk bow tie from around his neck and into my pocket.

“Yeah, yeah alright.” He waved me off and started to unbutton his shirt, showing the white t-shirt beneath his light green button-down. He paused and looked at me expectantly.

“Aren’t you gonna leave? I need to change into this ridiculous suit!” He pointed to the door to his office, plated with textured glass. I backed away and shrugged.

“I wanted to make sure you actually put it on… and besides, it's nothing I haven’t seen before.” I said the latter part of the sentence beneath my breath but somehow Neil still heard it and whipped around.

“How many times are you going to bring that up before I live it down?” He covered his face and groaned dramatically.

“As long as I want.” I hurried out of his office and closed the door behind me. I could hear the satisfying sound of clothes as they moved off and on his body. It’s just a joke, I reminded myself, nothing more. It had been a little over two months since he’d called me so late it was almost early morning, to ask me to help him. I was still awake by some stroke of luck and followed his directions: Bring a towel or a blanket, anything, and Drive to Megan’s (400 Caste Ave). Have the headlights off and stop outside the side door. I’ll meet you there. From the tone of his voice, I knew something was wrong.

Is everything ok, Neil? I whispered into the receiver.

Yeah, yeah. I just had a fight with Megan. Everything’s ok, I just couldn’t get a hold of Jonathan or Lucien. I’m sorry…” He sighed against the phone and I nodded, knowing that he couldn’t see me.

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.” I hung up.

When I got to 400 Caste Ave, I did as he said. I pulled up to the side of the house without my headlights on and opened the door. A grabbed the robe I had thrown into the passenger seat and jumped out, looking around in the dark for him. I was surprised how easy it was to see him, sitting on the side steps, completely naked. His pale skin stood out like an eerie glow in the dark.

“Could you throw me that?” He gestured to the robe with one arm, the other lying across his lap to cover himself. I stopped a few feet from him and tossed the robe into his arms. I turned away to give him some privacy until he cleared his throat and followed me back to the car.

I was 5”3 so the robe was too short on him and ended on his lower thigh. He fiddled with the hem self-consciously as he climbed into the passenger seat. I sat behind the wheel and looked over at him in the dim light of the automatic car light.

“Did she lock you out of the house? What the hell happened, Neil.” I asked finally and he closed his eyes, nearly smiling from discomfort and embarrassment.

“It’s not important.” He mumbled, his face bright pink.

“Not important? You were butt-ass naked! We have to leave your car here and everything.” I laughed in frustration, slapping the worn leather binding of the steering wheel.

“I’ll deal with everything tomorrow, I promise. I just want to go home. Could you drive me, Y/N?” He laid his head back against the headrest and stared at the ceiling.

“Ok, Neil.” I cut my eyes away from his face and put the car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway and onto the road. We drove home listening to Billie Holiday, singing the lyrics to Lover Man quietly beneath our breath. When I pulled up to his house, he sighed and pushed the door open, leaning down to speak through the window.

“I’m sorry again, Y/N. I didn’t want to involve you but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“It's ok, Neil.” I smiled softly and chuckled as he looked down at himself in the small red robe with white piping along the lapels.

“This robe is ridiculous by the way. You need a new one.” He picked limply at the short hem, laughing.

“I’ll consult you on my next purchase.” I rolled my eyes and waved goodbye as he turned back to his house. He retrieved a key from a plastic goose, laying in the front yard and opened the front door. I drove home in light-headed fury. I didn’t like Megan and Neil knew it. She was strange, and though we were all strange in our own ways, she was almost psychopathic. She pulled these stunts on Neil all the time to see he would react and judge how far she could push him the next time. He’d stayed with her through it all because he thought he loved her but she had only ever caused him emotional and physical distress in the moments they spent alone. He refused to leave her, and despite his own flaws, it made him a good man.

She still poked fun at Neil for that night, mainly for her own amusement, and because that night signified a shift in her. She’d never thought of Neil as anything more than a friend, someone she saw a few times a week and talked to occasionally but hadn’t even known his favorite color (green) or remembered his birthday (May 25). Until that night, they had barely been friends. And since then, they had grown closer with me never being able to get him out of my mind the night I saw him on the steps, his back hunched over his chest and his dark brown hair fluttering in the small gusts of wind. The freckles that dotted his shoulders like shadows from eyelet curtains stuck with me, I’d never been able to let it go.

But things returned to normal a week or so afterwards. Megan apologized, returning his clothes, keys, and car; and he stayed with her, laughing off whatever deeply-rooted hurt he’d felt from the whole experience. And though we never really talked about that night, we’d grown unspokenly closer in the weeks that followed.

The shop’s front doors were propped open with milk crates weighed down with old VHS. The air smelled heavy and sour with cheap weed that flooded in dense clouds around the inside of the store. I weaved through the small cliques of people arranged throughout the aisles, holding plastic red cups of liquor and bad wine. I found Megan by the front doors, sitting alone and sipping from her drink.

“Hi, Megan.” I waved briefly and continued on to Jonathan and Lucien who were perched together on the store’s window seat, entertaining guests. Megan shifted in her plastic seat, her heavy black eyeliner cast a shadow over her eyes, saying nothing.

“Ah, here she is! Y/N, stylist to the stars.” Jonathan opened his arms, nearly knocking Lucien’s glasses off his face. The circle cheered as I sat down amongst them.

“Speaking of stylist, I love your outfit!” One friend, Lauren, smiled kindly.

I looked down at what I was wearing: A black velvet mini dress and a tweed blazer. I had my short hair tied back with a black ribbon and heeled sandals that made me two inches taller at 5”5.

“Thank you.” I blushed and tucked my hands beneath my knees as the wave of conversation continued. I watched the office door for Neil to emerge, preparing myself for a boy dressed in baby blue, however, I wasn’t prepared when he made his grand entrance.

“Here he comes now.” Lucien sighed and turned to a woman who was sitting beside him to start another story.

“Oh my god, THAT is blue.” Jonathan laughed into his palm, his face turning red as he rocked back and forth on the window seat. Neil approached confidently, his hands stretched out to welcome appreciation and applause. I giggled to myself, taken aback by how good he looked even in the outdated prom costume. Megan rolled her eyes and slurped loudly from her drink.

“What do we think, huh?” Neil did a twirl and flicked the jacket back to show off his shirt.

“I can’t tell if I'm turned on or if I just really need to sneeze. It probably had decades of dust on that thing.” Lucien grumbled into a handkerchief and everyone laughed.

“Well, Lucien may be allergic to me but other than that, the reviews seem good.” He raised an eyebrow at me and I started to laugh again.

“Alright everyone! Thank you so much for being here tonight to see the premier of Gumshoe’s first ever commercial,” he paused for the applause, “I want to thank my closest friends and film crew Lucien, Jonathan, and Y/N for helping me make this wonderful film-er- commercial. Thank you to all of our loyal customers that are here tonight, keeping Gumshoe open. Um,” His voice quivered and he faked emotion, pitching the place between his eyebrows as if he was overcome with emotion, “‘I told myself that I wouldn’t cry. Um,’” he wiped an invisible tear from his eye before turning back to the audience, ‘“no seriously,’” he regained his composure, ‘“I know I can’t compete with the big guys, but as long as I have you guys, my small and loyal following of geeks and weirdos, I know I’ll be alright.’”

We all cooed and applauded, laughing at his performance.

“And of course, I need to thank my wonderful girlfriend, Megan, for being my rock through all of this. No one is more… stable and supportive than her.” He smiled awkwardly and cleared his throat after the scattering of applause from the people who knew Megan well. Luciene glanced at me and I returned his suggestive gaze. Megan responded with a small, annoyed smile and checked her flip-phone.

“Y/N?” He turned quickly with finger guns trained at my chest.

“Oh right!” I jumped up and retrieved the VHS from behind the counter. Neil switched on the large box tv and inserted the tape into the player. The VHS loaded into the dock and clicked into place, the tape beginning to wind forwards. I returned to my seat and joined in the rest of the room’s applause as the screen blinked. Neil hurried across the couches to Megan and dropped down into the plastic seat beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. She rested her head against the crook of his shoulder, smiling sweetly. I tore my eyes away and watched the screen as the image appeared.

It was a film noir and Neil was the disgruntled gangster, fixing his revolver at a man’s chest. His face was dark in the shadows but you could still see the slender cigarette wedged between his teeth like a toothpick. The man, holding a Gumshoe Video tape, ran away comically from Neil and received a clear shot to the back, taking a good few seconds to fall to the dark pavement. Neil restored the gun to the inside of his trench coat and walked around to the front of a dark storefront where I, playing the gangster’s lover, stood expectantly. I was turned away from the camera when he approached. When I turned around, my dark black sequined gown glittered across the screen. The dress was inspired by Marylin Monroe’s Ladies of the Chorus gown, hugging my curves and showing off my whitish-blonde hair. A few whistles escaped from the crowd and I laughed, blushing. Neil stubbed out his cigarette.

“‘Nice shot, lover. What was that for?’” I asked breathily in my best Monroe voice.

“‘This was due back last Thursday, and besides, he forgot to rewind.” Neil answered in a silly mock-mafia accent, holding the overdue tape in his hand.The storefront lit up, and the stacks of VHS stood far back in the picture, glowing in black and white. ‘Gumshoe Video’ was visible in large letters across the store’s window, gray instead of bubblegum pink.

“Say, what’s Gumshoe got for a girl like me?” I strutted over and fixed the popped collar on Neil’s trench coat and he chucked dramatically (the audience laughed).

“Why darling, Gumshoe’s a girl’s best friend!” He pulled out one more tap from his jacket pocket and gave it to me. Jonathan (the cameraman) zoomed in on the tape’s label Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. The camera zoomed out and I squealed and took the tape, clutching it to my chest.

“‘Gumshoe Video,’” the picture changed into color, “‘if we don’t have it, we’ll hit the pavement looking for it.’” Neil winked at the camera with a thumb’s up. I kissed him on the cheek with my Monroe-red lips and it was caught in the freezeframe at the end of the ad. Everyone applauded, some whistled as Neil jumped back up and acknowledged the crowd once again.

“Another round-of-applause to my camera man, Jonathan, and my lovely costar, Y/N!” He pointed us out and Jonathan and I took our bows.

“Thank you everyone for coming out tonight. Have some cheap wine and beer and hang around because we have a very special midnight showing of the 1944 Arsenic and Old Lace.” He waggled his fingers and laughed awkwardly as people started to stand. I watched Megan start to frown deeper on her plastic chair, her arms tightly crossed against her chest. Neil noticed her reaction and started to go over but she bolted from the seat, heading into the back office. He followed her without a word.

“Do you think it was the kiss?” I asked Lucien and he shrugged.

“It was a pretty lousy kiss, I doubt it was that.” He fixed his thick glasses. Jonathan leaned over, smiling.

“I think she’s upset that he cast you at all.”

“Gee thanks, Jonathan.” I huffed, “it's not fair that she’s upset. He asked her first but she didn’t want to be in the ad. I was the second choice.” I hardened my voice and Jonathan nodded.

“And thank god she said no.” Lucien laughed dryly, watching as Neil tried to get into his own office in the back room.

“Filming would have been hell.” Jonathan added below his breath and I held in my laugh.

They were in Neil’s office for the better part of an hour, Megan yelling and throwing this around the entire time. Their shadows behind the door played out for everyone to see in the store like a puppet show. When midnight neared, Jonathan switched the tapes in the player and I handed out popcorn in large paper bags. Most of the guests stayed, going back to their seats around the tv for the movie. Lucien talked for what felt like fifteen minutes about the film while also smoking on his pipe. Jonathan and I rolled our eyes at most of what he had to say, asserting himself as the real film-expert at Gumshoe Video.

I heard the office door slam and looked up in time to see Megan leave out the back door. I didn’t see Neil leave his office though his door was wide open. I slipped away from the movie and made my way to Neil’s office with the smoky, textured glass, and knocked lightly on the doorframe. I heard a drawn out sigh before a quiet, “come in.”

He was sitting at his desk with his head cradled between his arms. I stood by the door, leaning against the inside of the doorframe and waited for him to look up. When he did, his blue eyes found mine, bloodshot and tired.

“The movie’s starting. Do you want a drink?” I asked.

“Yeah… yeah.” He nodded. I went to the drink cooler and took out two beers. I set them down on the desk in front of him and beckoned with my free hand.

“Come on.” I whispered below the movie’s dialogue in the front of the store.

We went out the backdoor and sat on the cinderblock wall beside the old basketball net. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his ruffled dress shirt and sighed, taking a long drink from his beer.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked hesitantly.

“Nah. It doesn’t matter anyway.” He looked over and smiled tiredly.

“She’s not mad?” I asked, shocked.

“No, no she’s mad but it's over something stupid.” He looked down at his beer.

“Is it me?”

He looked at me again and smiled. He chuckled softly before raising the beer to his lips, looking up at the distant sky.

“Yeah.” Was all he said and I didn’t ask further.

“The commercial was a big hit, Neil.” I smiled and recounted the compliments I had received from guests. “They think we should make more.”

“I don’t know if Jonathan would like that.” He laughed.

“Maybe, but we were good. That’s all that matters.” I smiled over at him and he smiled back, silence falling between us. He looked down at my lips and I exhaled a cloud of crystalized air. He kissed me quickly, catching me off guard. He pulled me closer with his lips and took my jaw with his fingers. I put my hand on his knee, pushing myself into him and taking in his tongue. He pulled away just as quickly as he had started and blushed deeply.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head. “I’m drunk.” He stood and stepped away from me, running a head through his hair.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” He took another step back and rubbed his forehead.

“It’s ok.” I whispered.

“No, no. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s OK, Neil.” I stood too and held out my hands like I was calming an animal. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wet from overwhelmed tears. Then he did it again. He rushed to me, dropping his beer bottle and taking my face in his hands. He kissed me deeply and I kissed him back, taking him in. He had the lovely warm scent of manhood that lingered in every corner of his skin. I sighed against his lips and he kissed me slower, more passionately.

He walked me backwards and held me gently against the cinder block wall. He put his hands around my hips and pushed his pelvis against mine, releasing his lips to rest his forehead against mine. I trailed my hands up his chest, helping them find their way through the patterns in the ruffles.

“Are you sorry now?” I asked against his lips and I felt him smile against mine.

“No.” He kissed me again, sucking gently on my tongue. He held my face and turned it as he kissed me, searching for every place of my lips that he hadn’t yet kissed. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, putting most of my weight against the wall behind me. He rutted his hips against me again and I gasped softly, squirming against his body.

“Wait,” I whispered, “what about Megan?” He opened his eyes and looked down into mine. “What about Megan?” I repeated.

“We’re done.” His smile was strained as he remembered his last interaction with Megan. “I ended things. I should have done it before and I’m sorry.” He rubbed his nose against mine, breathing softly on my lips. “I-I think I love you, Y/N. I’ve been so confused lately but all I know is that things changed after that night when you saved me. I should have done something then but I didn’t. I think I’ve loved you this whole time.” He shook his head. I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly before pulling away.

“I think I love you too.” I whispered back.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #neil lewis #neil lewis x y/n #fluff #fanfic #cillian murphy #watching the detectives

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museenkuss · 1 year

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Best friends for Never (2004) Looks

Daddy’s Birthday Bash — brown suede a-line miniskirt, gold powder on arms & legs, caramel highlights in dark hair, gold charm bracelet

Boarding School Chic — tie threaded through loops of low-rise skinny jeans, tank top, dress shirt (unbuttoned save for the last two buttons, sleeves rolled up), heels, gold charm bracelet

French Model — frilly see-through cap-sleeved shirt, beige cami, peach skirt, black beret

OCD Uniforms (Leesh) — tweed blazer, jeans, tie worn through belt hoops (matching colours with your girlfriends), strappy sandals

OCD Uniforms (pretty committee) — suede a-line miniskirt, strapless silk top, blazer with a big flower pinned to the label, beret, rhinestone-covered platform sneakers, knee-high socks [colour palettes: pure white & green with black & purple details // soft white & red with turquoise details // baby blue & pink with black details // ivory & lavender]

#clique posting #lookbook #the birthday bash outfit has been stuck in my head for years. I've been thirsting for highlights for ages thanks to it

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 3 years

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[22:12] CEO!Mingyu x CCO!fem!reader, smut, fingering, dirty talk, slight degradation, mentions of alcohol

"Miss Y/N, mr. Kim wants to see you in his office immediately", your boss's personal secretary informs you and you internally scoff, knowing fully well that it was another of those whims of his. "Did he tell you why he wants to see me?", "No, ma'am, he only said it's urgent", the secretary shakes her head and you sigh, smoothing out your satin blue shirt. "I see. Thank you for informing me", you reply and make your way to the boss's office.

You take a breath before knocking on the heavy mahogany door. "Come in", you hear a deep, honey voice call and step into the office. You roll your eyes when you see your boss drinking a glass of whiskey, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, his expensive Omega watch resting on his wrist, his forearms looking delicious. His black silk tie is loosely hanging around his neck, yet his jet black hair is perfectly slicked back.

"I hope you have a very good reason for calling me here, because Vernon still hasn't given me the daily reports, Mingyu", you cross your arms in front of your chest, straightening your posture. He chuckles as he drinks his whiskey and he gets up, passing beside you and locks the door tight. He snakes an arm around your waist and pins you on the door, his half-lidded eyes practically undressing you.

"Am I a good enough reason for you, Y/N?", he half breathes, half moans, as he undoes the first buttons of your blouse and he slowly but steadily drags his hand down your trousers and unbuttons them too. You bite your lip, trying to supress your growing whimpers, but you fail as soon as you feel Mingyu's long and thick fingers dip into your panties.

"Damn, baby, you've ruined your panties", he whistles, "So much for chastising me", "Shut the fuck up, Kim Mingyu", you smirk and a moan escapes from your lips as he pushes two of his fingers inside you without hesitation. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?", he smiles and you give into his touch, exposing your neck for him to ravage with his mouth.

"God, look at you... The fine and mighty Y/N L/N of Kim Enterprises, taking my fingers like a greedy bitch", Mingyu chuckles as he pistons his fingers into your pussy, your moans growing louder and louder. "Faster, please...", you mewl and he complies, speeding up his movements. "Such a good little slut for me, aren't you, hm?", he moans in your ear. "Only f-for you, Mingyu", you breathe shakily, as you feel your body inch closer to your breaking point.

"Are you cumming, baby?", "Fuck, yes, I'm cumming!", "Go on, then. Cum, make a mess on my fingers".

And you cum. Hard enough to almost collapse against the door, but Mingyu holds your shaking frame in place with his arm around your waist. It takes you a few seconds to come back to reality and you watch with lust-filled eyes as Mingyu licks your cum from his fingers with a satisfied moan.

"You're so fucking filthy, do you know that?", you pull him closer by his tie, removing it and raking your nails down his vest, unbuttoning it and sliding it down his tall, muscular frame.

"Oh, honey, you haven't seen anything yet. The real fun starts now".

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Author's note: Pushing the CEO!Mingyu agenda as I should and getting carried away haha

Taglist: @deobis-moon @newkyus-void @sleepylixie @aliceu @johnnys-sunflower @moonshineboyz @delicatewerewolfsoul @jenossslut @t-toodumbtocare

#mingyu smut #svt mingyu #kim mingyu #svt smut #svt fanfics #seventeen

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spencersscout · 3 years

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Candlelit

WORDCOUNT: 2k

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, angst if you squint really hard, pwp, soft dom!reader/sub!spencer, takes place w season 4 spencer, nervousness, references to past sexual conduct, my immortal style outfit descriptions?, some boobie sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, implied fem reader but gendered pronouns aren’t used

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.” - William Shakespeare, Hamlet

***

February is not, by far, Spencer’s favorite month of the year. It always dredges up horrible memories, ones of looking into Tobias Hankel’s glassy cornflower blue eyes and choking on his own foamy saliva. It’s only been two years since he went into that field, all alone, abandoning protocol and all common sense. It’s only been two years, but even if he doesn’t love February, he does love you.

It’s your first valentine’s day together and Spencer is determined to make it incredible for you. He cannot afford to fall short, he must sweep you off of your feet and hopefully into his bed. He knows deep down that all he’d have to do is ask but he wants to do this romance thing properly and excite you in a way you probably haven’t been in their relationship. If you’re bothered by his inexperience, you haven’t said so and in fact, you’ve shown him over and over again that you adore teaching him how to cuddle, how to kiss, and how to make love.

You are operating under the assumption that your date is going to be low key. It will be, he knows that sparkling, dazzling restaurants with meals you can’t pronounce or pay for isn’t exactly your style. So Spencer is cooking. And it is a disaster.

Murphy’s Law states that everything that can go wrong will most definitely go wrong. So far, it has. Spencer has charred the alfredo sauce, boiled the water over onto the stove, dropped half of the pasta directly into the sink in an attempt to drain it and lightly burned his wrist for good measure. He chalks it up to his nerves. Spencer isn’t a great chef by any means, but he’s never done this badly before. Not even when you were coming over. But now it’s getting to be too late to fix it and you’re going to be here any minute and he doesn’t have any food to offer you.

As if on cue, there’s a soft knock at his front door. He stumbles through the kitchen and flings the door open, startling you where you stand on the other side. You look incredibly gorgeous, with a silky red dress draped across your figure, really emphasizing his favorite parts of you and dipping low in the front, exposing your sternum. He takes your hand and kisses the back of it gently, as if this will make up for his shortcomings on today of all days. You smile so big that your eyes crinkle and throw your arms around his neck. He brushes his nose into your shoulder, taking a deep inhale as he takes you into his arms. Your perfume smells like his favorite candle, a mixture of pomegranate and coconut. You break away from the embrace just enough to squish his cheeks gently between your palms.

“Hi, handsome,” you mumble, not looking him in the eyes but at his lips and he is happy to oblige you. Kissing you feels like the first time every single time. It makes his heart stammer in his chest and his stomach do backflips and his hands get way sweatier than they should. You press your teeth gently onto his lower lip to indicate that he should open and then you swipe your tongue along the delicate skin.

You break away and Spencer tries to follow you with his mouth, eyes still closed. He only stops when he hears you laugh, like tinkling bells, sparkling and high and pretty. You rub your thumb across his bottom lip and in response, Spencer melts into a puddle of genius goo in his doorway.

“You gonna invite me in, Doc?”

“Oh, right, sorry,” he says, without moving an inch.

Your left eyebrow quirks up and your right one furrows down. “You do realize that you will have to move so I can come in, yes?”

Spencer swallows thickly and side steps so you can brush past him in a flurry of red silk, dark eyelashes and soft perfume. You slide your cardigan-is that his?-down off of your shoulders, revealing the soft skin of your back and shoulders to him. He knows there’s nothing so intimate about skin, but something about the slightly uneven bow you’ve tied to hold the dress up and the memories he has of looking at and touching you is a little much for him.

You turn your head and catch his eye. He sees something devilish, glinting and dancing, just out of reach, and before he can say anything at all, you’re tugging on his tie and dragging him closer to you. He chose his nicest one for the occasion, burgundy, over a crisp, dark brown shirt and a cream colored vest. Penelope had helped him pick the combination out and he’s feeling a little nervous about it now, especially because it’s paired with his just-a-little-too-big khakis. He’s taller than you, even with your heels, so his neck is bent at a slightly awkward angle but he doesn’t really mind at all because your lips are brushing past his and your index finger is hooked firmly into his belt loop.

“What do you say we skip dinner for now?” You purr, almost touching the corner of his mouth with yours. He gives an emphatic nod yes and you run your thumb over his belly before tugging by the belt loop to get him impossibly closer before running your other hand down his chest. With the tightness in his slacks increasing steadily, he latches his hands onto your waist and he kisses you again, this time even more feverishly than before.

You gasp against his mouth as he digs his fingertips into the soft flesh of your hips, and he relishes in the sound. It’s his favorite one, soft and breathy and unmistakable and this time it’s Spencer who’s running his tongue along your lips to ask you to open without using his words. You do and he momentarily loses track of your hands until he finds them again, loosening his tie around his neck. You break away then, just to pant, “As gorgeous as you look right now, this has to come off.”

The heat in Spencer’s belly climbs up to his chest and he knows he’s flushed pink all over from the compliment. It still leaves him entirely shell-shocked to hear that you find him just as attractive as he finds you, so his brain completely pauses every time. He starts back up when you start back to his bedroom, intertwining your fingers with his to guide him with you.

“Wait, wait, just wait out here for just a second,” he says, as he starts to speed walk backwards. You look just a bit confused but you do as he tells you, probably more out of curiosity than anything else. Usually you’re so completely in charge of your jello-kneed boyfriend that he doesn’t even have the brain left to formulate an order.

He only leaves you in the dark for a moment before he pokes his head out of the bedroom and beckons you in. Inside, he’s lit as many candles as he was comfortable with (four) and scattered rose petals across the floor. He gave you flowers earlier today already but there’s another bouquet on his bedside table. You jut out your lower lip just a little and give him those puppy eyes just before you all but tackle him to the bed. His back thumps against his bed just hard enough to wind him a little and your mouth is on his before he can catch his breath again.

He lets out a whine that is higher pitched than he’d care to admit as your core grinds against the crotch of his pants. Your dress has ridden up your thighs and he can see just a peek of your panties, lacy and white and sheer and he’s trying to reach up to untie the dress so he can fully see but you pin his hands down.

“You first, Doc.” He’s fumbling to undo his buttons-why are there so many buttons?- and somehow even though you’re both tugging at his clothes, they aren’t coming off nearly fast enough. And you’re getting a little impatient so you reach up to untie the back of your own dress and tug the front down to expose your breasts. He abandons his own clothing, vest off, shirt half unbuttoned and pants halfway down in favor of taking one of your breasts into his mouth and sucking at your nipple just to hear the sounds you make. He takes the other one in his palm to knead at the soft skin and rests his other hand on the small of your back to pull you as close as physically possible.

You pull away just enough to tug your dress the rest of the way off and he whimpers at the sight of you, naked except for panties clearly damp with arousal, your nipples flushed. You rest your palm on his exposed chest, digging your nails into his skin just hard enough to sting but not hard enough to hurt.

“I-I, I need you. Now. Please?” Spencer breathes and even though he normally would take his time warming you up, getting you stretched, he knows he can’t handle it right now. It’s too good and it’ll be over before you get to the main event. You tug your panties to one side and tug his waistband down to allow his cock, aching and drooling, to peek out. It hits his stomach with a light thwick but he doesn’t even have time to acknowledge it before you’re sinking down on him, hissing at the stretch.

Spencer pulls you in for another kiss, this one sloppy and breathy as you both gasp against each other’s mouths. You roll your hips and he hangs onto you for dear life, groaning so loudly that he feels sorry for his neighbors. It won’t be long. He’s close.

“I’m close, please-” Spencer chokes out.

“I am too, baby, it’s okay, come on,” you groan as you steady yourself even more firmly against his chest. The sounds your bodies are making together are obscene, skin slapping and sliding together.

“I don’t, I’m gonna, we didn’t-” Spencer is trying to tell you that it’s now and he can’t stop it from happening but he’s not wearing a condom but the words keep getting lost from him, his voice thick and heavy.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill just,” you grab his hand, guiding him to your panties. He knows what you want, so he pulls them even farther, probably stretching them so bad you won’t be able to wear them again, and clumsily thumbs at your clit in that not quite circular motion you like. He feels your orgasm first, pulsing and fluttering around him but then he can’t pay attention to you anymore because he’s spilling over inside of you and stopping you from moving so he can hold you as tightly as he possibly can. He lets his head fall back with his eyes closed for just a moment and you take the opportunity to slide off of his now spent cock and curl into his side, placing a gentle hand on his cheek and stroking it with your thumb.

“I love you,” he mumbles, eyes still closed.

“I love you too.”

“I burned dinner.”

“I know. Do you wanna call in some pizza while I pee?”

“Yeah, sure.” He opens his eyes to look at you, pupils blown, mouth swollen and makeup smeared, and he never ever wants to let you go. You seem to see it in his face, so you kiss his knuckles and say, “I’ll be right back. Then I’m all yours.”

***

“We loved with a love that was more than love.” - Edgar Allen Poe, Annabel Lee

#valentine's special #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #sub spencer reid #spencer reid smut #smut

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Do we get to see James and iris on their wedding night? I feel like it would be supper sweet because it‘a been so anticipated.

Oh most definitely! So for their honeymoon, they're going overseas, so the night of their wedding they go to their home. Posie is with Kitten and Ransom (she was in the bed with Story, but she got a visitor that night) and they were just at home, having the sweetest night.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

I’m Yours

Summary: James and Iris are married

Pairings: James Rogers X Iris ROGERS

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, cream pies, the sweetest shit ever, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.4

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Iris Drysdale Masterlist

James slowly carries Iris bridal style into their home. Her dress still on her, as she peers up at the only man she’s ever loved. Her hand goes to cup his cheek, bringing him to her lips. Only just the smallest kiss for each other, before he pulls back. His eyes roam over her beautiful face, and he can’t believe just how lucky he is, “We’re home Mrs. Rogers.”

Iris lets out an airy giggle, bringing him back to her mouth. Slowly peppering kisses all over each other’s faces while he continues the journey to their bedroom. It seemed like a lifetime ago that the two of them met. While they might not remember the very first time they saw each other, James can’t remember a time without her. Everything has always been with Iris right by his side.

He gently sets her on the floor, right in front of their floor length mirror, “Iris Rogers, will you spin around for me?” his voice merely a whisper as she spins. His thick fingers ghost up her back, until connecting to that tiny little zipper. Holding it, so he can kiss across his wife’s shoulders as he slowly begins to pull down the zipper. Leaning back to see his wife’s body for the first time.

The zipper following the curve of her back, until he sees the top of her ass, wearing a pretty little white lingerie set, and it’s just for him. “Jamey,” she whispers, peering back at him when he resumes kissing her back, following her spine all the way down. She lets her dress lower off her body, while he just takes in her beauty. Everything calculated and slow, so they two of them can remember everything as a husband and wife.

“Turn around, baby doll,” his voice croaks out. Sitting on his knees, as she turns to see her husband in a submissive pose. Holding her hand he helps her step out of the white lace, and his lips kiss up her body. Every part of her, he wants to touch. Wants to be able to taste this moment. “Everything I have ever done is for you. Everything I have ever wanted, you’ve given it to me. And now, here you are standing in front of me as my wife. Thank you so much for giving me my purpose Iris Jade Rogers,” Iris is unable to speak, when he fully stands erect.

Remembering those nearly two years she never thought that this would happen. Never thought that she would see him again. Couldn’t believe that she was able to have this day, and get to call her Jamey, her husband. “I love you,” is the only thing she’s able to say.

“Ditto,” he responds. Iris’ hands push off his jacket, attaching her fingers to unbutton every button painstakingly slow. But neither one care. This moment isn’t about sex, it’s about them becoming one, officially. And they were going to revel in every second of it. Pulling his shirt out of his trousers, she finishes the buttons. Sliding her hand up his solid abs, and chest, before going around his neck, giving him another sweet kiss.

This time it’s her who’s kneeling before her husband. Her green blue eyes look up at him innocently as she undoes his belt, and moving on to his pants. Opening them wide, and letting them fall off his toned legs. “C’mere, Mrs. Rogers,” James stutters, holding his hand out for her to stand equally with them. The two of them ignoring just how tented his black silk boxers are.

When she stands fully upright, his hands coast down her back. Cupping her ass, he lifts her to hold against his body. Iris’s legs circle around his waist, her hands bringing his lips back to hers. The two kiss all over each other, as James walks them to the bed. Her legs and arms keep her tight to him, as he crawls the two of them over the mattress.

He starts slowly thrusting over her, undergarments still in tact, while the two of them brush lips against each other. Nuzzling into the other, “I want to feel my husband,” she whispers onto his neck, her fingers already pulling off his silky underwear.

Without removing his lips from her, he returns the favor, shuffling those lacy panties down, until he knows he’s going to have to lean back. Lifting her legs straight up to the ceiling he pulls them off of her. She lets her legs go on either side of his frame, sitting up she begins to remove her bra. His eyes only on hers until she's fully nude. Laying back flat on the bed, dropping her knees to the side, to give him a clear view of his wife's spread pussy. "You're so beautiful Ris."

"Jamey, I wanna feel you," leaning forward he hovers over her body. His cock, running up her slit, as he starts hunching over her. Rubbing his length through her folds over and over. Even though she moans into his mouth, this is only a precursor to what they both really want. Writhing on each other, almost like feeling each other for the first time. "Jamey."

"I know, Baby doll, I know. Just want...I want all night with you."

His movements stop, and he stares down at his pretty little wife. Brushing her hair back with his hands to fully peer down at her, "You have the rest of our lives with me. I'm never letting you go. You're my everything, the only thing I've ever needed. The one that kept me sane and alive."

"Ris," James' lips tremble as he searches for the words, "You're what kept me alive. My only thought when I was there, was to get back to you. Every day, every hour, and minute, and second your face was all I thought about. Your love gave me hope, and I know how much you need me, but I don't think you've ever realized how much I need you. You're it, Baby doll, and I'll remind you every single day if I have to, because we're worth it."

"We are," she smiles up at him through her tears. Her hands resting on his face, while her fingers play with his brunette hair. "We were worth all of that, and if it meant I got to call you my husband, I'd do it again every time."

With final kiss, James adjust himself to push through her walls, and even though it's far from their first time, everything feels like the first time. And in ways it is. Their first time as husband and wife. His hips push him into her, Iris sighing when he bottoms out. Nothing has ever felt so right in her life. He is perfect. He was worth the wait, the pain, the longing, the struggling, the heartbreak, all of it. He is worth it, just like she's worth it to him.

His thrusts are heavy and deep. Each one planned to feel each inch and ridge of the other. Her walls hug him so perfectly, and their lips never detach from the other. The bedroom echoes with their pretty soft whimpers. Her fingers can't stop running over his broad back, trying to bring him even closer to her, as he melts into his wife’s wet heat. "My life has always been for you Jamey," she giggles on his lips, pulling him back in for a bruising kiss. "And I'm giving it all to you. Whatever you want, and whenever you want. I'm yours."

"And I'm yours," he moans, crashing his lips into hers. His pace quickens, as they both reach their peak. Slamming into her over and over again, but she only clings tighter. "Let go. Do that for me pretty girl. Just let go," her brows furrow as her belly heats up to his motions. His words clinging to her mind, and she thinks of only him in that moment. Her mouth turned into an o on his, and she lets out a breathless moan, her climax rushing through her limbs, and she relaxes. James pumps into her two more times, before he's the mewling one.

Panting over her, as his eyes flick all over her face. "I love you Iris Jade Rogers."

"I love you James Carter Rogers," she whispers as he lays his head down on her chest. Lightly brushing over his skin with her fingers. "I'm yours."

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #da au request #DAU #james rogers #iris drysdale #ransom drysdale x iris rogers

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solarwonux · 3 years

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Champagne Kisses

soft!dom wonwoo x f!reader x soft!dom minghao

W.C: 4.6k

Summary: Minghao get’s a special gift on his birthday.

Warnings: threesome, blindfolds, sex tape?, pictures, soft!dom Wonwoo, Soft!dom Minghao, daddy and sir kink if you like squint, spanking, praise, cream pie?, cum fucking, double penetration. I’ll see myself out.

Note: Hi again, I’m unhinged lolol. This was supposed to go up on Minghao’s birthday but you know life happens. I hope you enjoy it let me know your thoughts.

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“Why are you out here by yourself?’

Minghao smiled as he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, your hands going down his chest toying with the buttons of his silk shirt. He turned his head to the side and pecked your lips lightly. “Just thinking, where are the guys?” Minghao raised his hand and moved a strand of hair behind your hair, his thumb caressing your cheek softly.

“Too drunk to know we’re gone.” You kissed his cheek and retreated your arms. Minghao sighed and watched as you made your way to sit in front of him. Blocking his view of the moon reflecting against the river, his father’s stolen yacht was sitting on.

“We’re stealing your father’s yacht for your birthday?” Seungcheol had asked earlier, dropping his flamingo floatie to the floor. The slight hint of disappointment erupting from the back of his throat.

“Technically when his father dies it’s not his yacht anymore but Minghao’s, so he didn’t really steal it.” Jeonghan winked, clapping his back making him stumble slightly. “I say we leave before they find out we’re here.” You giggled while lacing your hand in Minghao’s and tugging him down the dock. A course of agreements sounded as they followed the two of you onto the deck of the yacht. Seungcheol followed along mumbling underneath his breath. He had forgotten about the whole scenario after a few glasses of Minghao’s father's overly expensive champagne and now he was passed out in the hot tub clutching an empty bottle to his chest.

Minghao smiled smugly, his hands pushing away the fur coat that had once sat in the back of his mother’s closet untouched. He sucked in a breath, his pupils going wide with lust as he took in the black pearl lace lingerie that was adorning your body. His long finger hooked under the string of pearls that hooked onto the band of your fishnets and pulled it gently. “No one has seen you?” He let go the string of pearls, watching in awe as it ricocheted against your skin.

“Only Wonwoo.” You whispered, grabbing his hand in yours bringing it up your body slowly. His fingers dancing around the lace and pearls of your lingerie making his heart race. “He’s waiting for us in the back cabin.”

Minghao wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to straddle his lap. “Not yet, let me take this in a little longer.” His hands snuck underneath the fur coat and traveled up your back slowly before pushing it off your shoulder. He let out a content sigh before attaching his heated lips against your soft skin. He couldn’t get over how exquisite you looked underneath the white light of the moon, wrapped up fur, lace and pearls. And he was a little annoyed that Wonwoo had seen you first than him. “He hasn’t touched you yet right?” Minghao whispered against your skin, peppering kisses from your shoulder following the trail of pearls that cupped your bra, stopping at the navel of your breast. His eyes gazing up at you, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Nope, he only walked in when I was about to walk out. I don’t think he really saw anything.” Your hands went up Minghao’s back and into his hair, your onyx nails tugging on his roots lightly making him groan.

“Good.” He winked and leaned back against the bed of the deck. “Let me take a picture of you first before we go meet him.” He tapped on your hip, signaling for you to get up as he fished out his phone. The one time leaves his film camera at home is the one time he desperately needs it. He was itching to have it in his hands, to watch you through the lens as the night sky pours down your heated body. While his fingers desperately dial up the film before he releases the shutter making his need for you grow in anticipation. It was a feeling he knew too well, and now was craving it and if you hadn’t rushed him out of the apartment that afternoon he would be relishing in it now. His phone camera would do for now.

“Where do I stand?” You got off his lap and walked to the railing of the yacht, the fur coat sliding off your shoulders exposing the lace and pearls as they glimmered against the fluorescent lights of the deck.

Minghao mindlessly opened the camera app on his phone and looked over at you as you turned around, inches away from the white railing. Everything about your attire that he hadn’t been able to see coming into view and he felt his lungs give out. No matter how used to he was seeing your body decorated in all sorts of fabrics, you always took his breath away which is why he had decided to photograph each moment with you in case one day he’d forget. “Lean against the railing.” He held his phone up and adjusted the lighting settings before snapping a shot. His pants grew harder by the second and if it wasn’t for the fact that his boyfriend was waiting for him he would’ve taken you against the railing.

You opened the fur coat a little more as Minghao silently took a few more shots. His hands were shaking you could tell. A smirk formed on your face, your mouth had started to water as you noticed the straining of his slacks against his cock. “One more Hao, before I beg you to fuck me here where our friends can see and it ends with Wonwoo punishing us both.” You pulled the fur coat up your body again and closed it. Minghao whined as he brought his phone down and closed the app.

“I thought you said they were too drunk to notice.”

“What took you guys so long?”

Wonwoo stood up from the navy blue lounge chair he was sitting in, a new glass of champagne settled in between his fingers. His white button down opened revealing the soft ridges of his abdomen, your hands desperate to touch.

“Hao, wanted to take some pictures.” You pry Minghao’s hands from your waist and walk over to Wonwoo, taking the glass of champagne, pecking his lips and sitting on the bed, legs crossed, your fur coat still closed. “You decorated?” You tilted your head to the side and leaned back on your hand as you watched Minghao make his way to Wonwoo and kiss his lips gently.

When you had left the room to get Minghao, the room was annoyingly bare. The gold accents around the room obnoxiously reflecting against the harsh light. But now as you looked around beyond your boyfriend’s clinging onto one another, the gold accents were muted against the soft candle light of the many candles Wonwoo had without a doubt set up. Rose petals were thrown messily and in a hurry around the floor of the room and white linen bed, the chilled champagne you had snuck in earlier was now on display. It took everything in you to not get down on your knees and beg for their touch. But you had been the center of attention for many of your sexual escapades with them that now it was time to take a step back because it was Minghao’s day.

“If I had known the two of you were gonna have an impromptu photo shoot I would’ve put a little more effort.” Wonwoo rolled his eyes playfully and kissed Minghao’s temple before sending you a playful wink and walking over to where the champagne sat. “Did you bring your camera Hao?” Wonwoo asked, taking the chilled bottle in his hands and pouring a decent amount into the glasses.

“Nope, our baby doll here dragged me out of the house before I could get it.” Minghao sat next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He kissed your cheek, then your lips and finally took the glass out of your hands. You silently protested and watched as he slyly brought it up to his lips.

“Bummer...I would’ve loved to use it right about now.” Wonwoo walked over and squatted down in front of you and Minghao. He hands you a glass and raises his own, You and Minghao copy his movements. “Happy Birthday baby.” Wonwoo smirks at Minghao as the three of you cling your glasses together.

“Happy Birthday Hao, I hope you’re ready to unwrap your presents.” You wink at him and down your glass in one gulp before standing up and walking over to the windows that looked out into the water. You set your glass down onto the table and push the fur coat off your shoulders, letting it slide down your body. “I want to be the first one.” You turn around to face your boyfriends, the air catching in the back of their lungs, eyes bulging out of their sockets. Your body looked good enough to devour underneath the glimmer of the candles around the room.

“You went out like that?” Wonwoo exclaimed tugging onto his slacks making you smirk as you nodded and walked over to the two of them. He looked over at Minghao who for the third time that night couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. “And no one saw you?”

“Nope only Minghao.” You smiled and straddled each of their thighs, your arms settling against their shoulders as they drank you in like bittersweet alcohol. “I told you he hadn’t seen Hao.” You sent Wonwoo a wink before kissing Minghao’s nose. His hand found purchase against your waist toying with the pearl waistband of your garterbelt.

“I wouldn’t have let you leave the room if I did.”

“Kiss me.”

Minghao cupped your face with his hands turning your attention away from Wonwoo making the older boy pout. Your cheeks flushed as you leaned in and kissed him softly, whimpering against his lips. He tasted sweet, but with the bitterness of overly expensive champagne that wasn’t half as good as the cheap one you always bought for family dinner every month, but it was addicting and expensive and it made you want more.

In your desperation you unbuttoned Minghao’s silk shirt as fast as you could, a low chuckle erupting from Wonwoo. You pulled away and glared at your boyfriend as Minghao’s lips trailed down the side of your neck until it reached the pearl strap of your bra. “Want a kiss too?” Mingao’s tongue toyed around with it as he looked over at Wonwoo who had discarded his shirt and was now looking at the two of you with an overwhelming amount of hunger.

Wonwoo didn’t answer, instead he reached over and brought your face up to his. His lips attacking yours in a hungry and messy kiss, a full juxtaposition of Minghao’s tender one. It was always like this and you should’ve been used to it by now considering how long the three of you had been together, but it still managed to catch you off guard.

Minghao’s hands had disappeared from your body in the midst of your kiss with Wonwoo and you could only assume he was rushing to get his phone. When the shutter went off your suspicions were proved right only making you laugh at his antics. He always made false claims about you and Wonwoo being his muses and Minghao did everything in his power to prove it to the two of you. The amount of pictures and sketches that laid around the house were a few indicators, but it was his tender touch and sinful words that made you believe his claims.

Wonwoo pulled away, leaving you panting as Minghao laid back on his elbows continuing his impromptu photoshoot. “On your knees baby.” Wonwoo kissed your cheek hitting your ass lightly making you jump “I know Hao misses having your mouth around him.” He winked and stood leaving you and Minghao behind.

“If you hadn’t interrupted us this morning in the shower maybe I wouldn’t be missing it so much.” Minghao rolled his eyes as his phone camera followed you closely. You got off their laps and sank down onto your knees. He put his hand on your cheek caressing it softly, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip tugging it lightly. You hummed taking it in your mouth, your doe eyed look driving the two lust ridden men insane as you sucked on his digit.

“I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun.” Wonwoo captured Minghao’s lips in a heated kiss, his hand snaking down his toned chest until it reached Minghao’s slacks. “Plus, making you wait was fun.” He licked his lips as he popped open the button of his pants. He moved his hand and gripped Minghao through his boxers earning a guttural grunt from him.

You pulled away from Minghao’s thumb and sat onto your knees. “You sound so pretty sir.” You moved your hands up his thighs before meeting Wonwoo’s. “Not your turn daddy.” You slapped Wonwoo’s hand away, earning a glare from the man as he pulled away from Minghao’s lips.

Minghao’s chest heaved against the cold air of the cabin. The two of you always managed to overwhelm his senses no matter what and the constant fight for dominance didn’t help his case either. Though he never found himself wishing for less.

“Use your mouth baby girl, show me how good you can be for me.” Minghao panted. His wet digit caressed your cheek before guiding you to his angry cock.

“Yes sir.” You stuck your tongue and toyed with his slit humming at the bittersweet taste of his precum. You looked up at him through hooded eyes and you slowly took him into your mouth. His head falling back in ecstasy at the feeling of your hot mouth taking him in.

You had missed watching him and Wonwoo fall apart at your mercy. Just like they had missed watching you and each other succumb to sensual pleasure.

“Give me your phone.” Wonwoo breathed, taking Minghao’s phone before letting the pleasure-filled man answer. You moved your head slowly, along with your hand that squeezed around the rest of his cock that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. Minghao’s low moans filled the room as he lost himself. He pushed your head further down making you gag. Wonwoo moaned at the sound and palmed himself through his slacks. Usually he had unbelievable self control but you could blame the drinks he had and the sexual frustration that had been building up for months on end for caving in so early on in the night.

You bobbed your head faster along with your hand as Minghao started thrusting his hips into your mouth. “You look so pretty on camera baby.” Wonwoo coed as he pulled Minghao back in for another kiss, this time it was slow and short not wanting to lose the cinematic masterpiece Minghao had started creating. The three of you didn’t do this often—the video thing. But every time you did you found yourself wanting to perform your best even if the only people who were gonna watch were you and your boyfriend’s.

“Fuck, she never stops looking pretty even now as she gags and cries around my cock.” Minghao groaned. He pulled your head away with a sultry pop. You sat back panting, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Missing the way he felt inside your mouth, but you knew he had been close from the way he had started to pulse against your tongue. And he didn’t want to come undone so early in the night.

You whined. Minghao shook his head and kissed your head lightly before tapping your ass lightly. “No one’s coming until you cum at least three times.”

“But today is about you.” You pouted and rested your chin on top of Wonwoo’s thigh. He had put the phone down and continued to please himself while you watched. Your mouth watering at the sight.

“And my birthday wish is to see you cum on my tongue.”

Minghao, Wonwoo and you had been together for four years. Two of those years had been kept a secret from everyone around the three of you. It would’ve stayed a secret if the three of you hadn’t been careless at Vernon’s Halloween party one year, where your friends thought you were two timing them when Mingyu had caught you making out with them on separate occasions. Your friends had confronted you and eventually the truth was out.

Point being that after four years you should’ve been familiar with the way they liked to touch you. But you weren’t and they knew this as they always switched it up on you to keep you on your toes and wanting more. Which is where you found yourself now blindfolded, half your carefully crafted lingerie torn apart and two orgasms post dazed and still no clue who was giving them to you.

“Last chance to guess right baby.” Wonwoo whispered in your ear and kissed his way down your body. You only knew it was Wonwoo because he liked to bite down and suck on your skin in order to leave a trail behind. Or maybe it was Minghao who had decided to pick up Wonwoo’s quirk. Whoever it was it was driving you insane.

“And if I don’t?” You arched your back as two mouths attacked your breasts, licking and tugging against the sensitive buds.

“It’s my birthday I decide what happens.” Minghao snickered two hands, one warm and one cold made their way down your body until they reached your mound. “Do you want to cum again?”

“Yes, please sir please.”

“Then guess right.” Wonwoo said, you could almost visualize the smirk plastered on his face knowing they were gonna get their way and you were going to end up on the receiving end like always. They both tugged at your nipples with your teeth once more before they retreated. You sighed digging your fingernails into the palms of the hands you were holding. A sign of comfort in the midst of torturous pleasure.

You laid there agonizingly waiting for their next move, whispers being exchanged with one another until there was silence. Your labored breathing being the only thing that could be heard inside the room.

“You guys go—oh fuck.” You arched your back as their tongue ran up your slit repeatedly, savoring your already fucked out juices. “A warning would’ve been nice.” You breathed your grip on their hands getting tighter as a finger replaced the mouth that had been desperately lapping at your entrance.

None of them spoke to not give themselves away. Those little shits.

Your thought was soon interrupted by the two fingers that delved into your soaking pussy making you moan loudly. A mouth wrapped around your clit and wasted no time in savoring you, fingers thrusting hard inside of you. The sinful squelching noises throwing you overboard. Your moans had started to form incoherent words inside of you as the pressure in the pit of your stomach increased for the third time that night.

“F-Fuck please don’t s-stop.” With one last thrust of their fingers you came undone, your release traveling down your legs and soaking the sheets underneath you. By now you were sure you had created a pool. And just like how quickly you had fallen apart the source of your orgasmic afterglow had disappeared from your body leaving you wanting more.

“Who was it?” Minghao questioned. Two fingers tapped your swollen lips and you took them in tasting your release making you groan. “If you guess wrong we stop here, but if you guess right we keep going until we’re all satisfied and more.” Their thumbs caressed your palm gently, almost as if they weren’t making your succumb to their torture.

“Do I get a hint?” You tried your best to sit up a little, but your body was starting to ache and you still hadn’t recovered fully.

You heard Minghao chuckle before the black silk blindfold fell down your face. You hadn’t felt any of them move or reached over to take it off but your ears were still very much ringing and your focus was somewhere else. Your vision was spotty as the candlelit room and your lovers came into life before you. Both of them smirking down at you, “come on baby girl who was it?” Wonwoo tisked his cock standing proud against his toned stomach and you wanted so badly to ignore his question and take him into your mouth.

“Fingers Hao, mouth Wonwoo.”

They shared a knowing look before turning to face you. Minghao put your hand up to his lips and kissed it lightly before giving Wonwoo a nod. The go ahead he needed to reveal your demise.

“You’re right. But we can stop here if you need a break.”

Your eyes widened in panic as you shook your head furiously. You liked to push your limits, and thankfully you hadn’t reached them yet because you were still selfishly craving for more.

“I don’t need a break. I need you to ruin me.”

“Are you sure?” Wonwoo massaged your hips while you straddled his lap. You didn’t answer instead you smiled and leaned down to kiss his lips. He hummed against your mouth, his fingers toyed with the torn lace against your skin serving as a brutal reminder to not buy anymore lingerie if it was just going to end up half of the floor and the other half still adorning your body.

You grind your wet core down on his hard cock, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he guided you against him. Breathy moans swallowed by each other’s mouths. You jumped slightly when you felt Minghao’s fingers twinkle up your spine making you shiver. You sighed against Wonwoo’s lips as they moved to the front of your body, his movements soft and calculated until they reached your neck and he tightened his hold around it. You whimpered, pulling away from Wonwoo’s kiss, Minghao’s front against your back as his lips found the shell of your ear.

“Are you ready for the two of us?” His teeth grazed your earlobe. Wonwoo watched closely his blunt fingernails digging into your skin as he pressed you hard against him. “Gonna let us fill your holes up with our cum?” Minghao quirked. The hand that wasn’t around your neck toyed with the rose colored glass buttplug that had been stretching you out for the last half of the night.

“Mmm, y-yes.” Your croaked, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Minghao’s grip against your neck got tighter. Wonwoo stopped his movements and squeezed your hips, his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses against your collarbones and around Minghao’s hand.

“If it gets too much, tell us to stop okay.” Minghao whispered, his hold faltering as he slowly removed the buttplug from your body. You whimpered missing the feeling of being full. Wonwoo raised your hips and aligned himself against your pussy, his eyes silently burning holes into yours while you sank down on his angry cock, your velvet walls stretching out aroundt him and you almost fell apart.

Wonwoo threw his head back against the headboard, moaning your name out like a prayer. “H-Hao, hurry up I-I don’t want to cum yet, without you.”

“Lean down a little baby.” Minghao kissed your shoulder, the head of his cock circling around your stretched out hole. You obeyed, burying your face into Wonwoo’s neck, Minghao’s hand around your neck had disappeared. You hadn’t noticed until both of his palms came down onto your ass cheeks hard while he pushed himself into you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling the heat wrap around him, and the bulge of Wonwoo’s cock against his own.

“F-Fuck so full.” You moaned. They waited before moving, as you came down from the overwhelming painful stretch, waiting for your go ahead. Wonwoo caressed your head across your back in comforting kisses. “H-Hands please.” You shakingly moved your hand behind you resting against your back as the other one searched for Wonwoo’s.

Minghao intertwined his fingers with yours, his mouth disappearing from your skin, “You’re doing so good for us.” He praised, Wonwoo copied his movements, “You’re made for us, angel.” He said, winking at Minghao, earning a throaty laugh from the man behind you.

“Please move.” You breathed out as the pain started to replace itself with blissful pleasure. Minghao thrusted in first, earning a groan from both you and Wonwoo who then started moving his hips as well.

Their movements started out slow and careful. They alternated their thrusts so they wouldn’t leave you hanging. You moaned out their names almost incoherently, the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach again. The hold you had on their hands got tighter as their thrusts became more and more sloopy, their need to release taking over their bodies.

It was rather provocative. Their cocks snug deep in your ass and pussy, grinding against one another through your skin. The sounds of desperate, breathy grunts, mixing with the raw sounds of skin slapping against one another bounceing off the walls. “I’m close baby, do you want to come?” Wonwoo gripped your breast in his hand, rolling his palm against the hard bud. You arch your back against Minghao’s chest.

“A-Answer him...fuck baby.”

“Yes, daddy, yes please I-I need it.”

“Then go ahead, come for us.” Wonwoo thrusted once more into you, meeting Minghao’s thrusts simultaneously and you came undone. Your body convulsed with pleasure as you yell out their names, desperately riding out your orgasm. Minghao followed next, his mouth biting down your shoulder as he spilled his hot sticky seed inside of you.

“You t-two...mmh look fucking sexy.” Wonwoo let out a guttural grunt before releasing himself inside of you, pistoning his hips up into you as he rode out his orgasm, fucking his cum into you.

Minghao pulled out first, his fingers replacing his cock as he pushed his cum into you. “You’re a work of art angel.”

Your body falls limp against Wonwoo’s chest, the overstimulation becoming more than you could handle but you didn’t want it to stop and soon enough the coil in the pit of your stomach was forming again. “Give us one more please.” Wonwoo almost but begged, the desperation and lust laced in his deep voice sent you overboard one last time, your vision becoming spotty, the ringing in your ears getting louder.

“Good girl.” Minghao removed his fingers and helped you off Wonwoo’s lap. Your body felt weak and in a state of euphoria that wouldn’t have been possible to reach unless it was with your boyfriends. You falter onto the bed, your eyes tiredly closing. Minghao moved next to you, his hand pushing your hair out of your face, his chest rising as he tried to catch his breath. He and Wonwoo carefully helped you lay down comfortably. Wonwoo whispered reassuringly in your ear leaving behind soft kisses, his own body trying to recover from his own high.

You wrapped your arms around Minghao’s neck, a smug smile forming on your face as you brought your face down to yours. You turned your head and kissed Wonwoo’s cheek lightly as a silent thank you. He hummed, wrapping his arm around your waist bringing you close. You sighed happily feeling safe in their arms. Slowly, you leaned up and pecked Minghao’s lips repeatedly, he had taken it upon himself to massage your hips gently as you tried to regain your breathing again.

“Happy Birthday baby.”

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hnderyx · 3 years

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can I request a soft dom!kun with a praise and chocking kink?

thank u so much<3

Boss' Pet - Qian Kun (18+)

I hope this is enjoyable, Anon!

Warnings: Choking, Unprotected Sex, Office Sex, Fingering + Oral (F Receiving), Praise (Not really a warning for that but you know-), Typical Sex Stuff

Around 2.6k words

Mr. Qian was always more on the relaxed side when it came to workloads, especially in contrast against your last boss, Mr. Kim. He was pretty alright with having extensions to get work done to its full extent, but he seemed to be even more lenient with you. There were always people questioning your relationship with your boss. Asking things like- ‘y/n and Mr. Qian have a thing, don’t they?’, or saying things like- ‘y/n only gets by around here because of Mr. Qian’s help.’

Your abilities were doubted, and it was eating away at your self-confidence. When you heard these things around the office, your stomach sank. You couldn’t imagine yourself in a relationship with your boss. He was handsome, intelligent, rich, and charismatic to name a few things. What were you? A 9-to-5 slave who lived paycheck to paycheck. He wouldn’t even consider you as an option.

You sighed, continuing to work on your paperwork.

“Miss. y/l/n,” you glanced up from your work to a man standing next to your desk, his navy-blue suit highlighting his slim build, “I need to see you in my office,”

“Of course, Mr. Qian,” you pushed your rolling chair back from your desk, smoothing your pencil skirt before following him. After entering his office, he closes the door behind you before inviting you to sit in one of the armchairs that sat in front of his mahogany desk.

“Do you know why I invited you here?” he sat across from you in his plush leather armchair, clasping his hands as he looks your form up and down.

“No, sir.”

“Well, first things first. Currently, your work rate is less than mediocre. Why? It used to be better than nearly everyone else’s in the office… You’re even behind Mr. Liu in terms of production,” your gaze dropped to your lap as you figured out how to reply. What were you supposed to tell him?

“Home life isn’t that great, Mr. Qian…” you mumbled.

“Is that so? I’m also assuming that working here hasn’t really been benefitting you lately. I’ve heard what people are saying about you during breaks. I’m not a stupid man, y/n.” he removes his glasses, placing them on top of a stack of papers that were currently placed upon his desk. “Do you feel as if you’re only getting by in this setting because of my assistance and leeway? I want to inform you that you’re quite the capable woman without my help.”

A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you looked towards him.

“Not to be mean Mr. Qian, but I’m sincerely doubting your confidence in me. As you’ve said, I’ve become less than mediocre. I’m useless here,”

A frown found its way to his lips as he stood from his chair, positioning himself in front of you whilst leaning slightly against his desk. He reached his hand out, stroking along your right cheek with his fingertips before guiding your chin for you to look up at him. A smile took the place of his frown as he looked down to you.

“You know, you’re quite the beautiful woman. In your mind as well as physically. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t admired you for quite a long time,” he mumbled, pinching your chin with a chuckle.

“Thank you. I’d be lying as well if I said that I didn’t find you attractive in the same way, sir,” his smile stretched further. He leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips and your heart began to race. He pulled away and you stood eagerly, chasing after another kiss. You pressed your lips against his, nibbling against his lower lip as he flipped the position of the two of you, caging you against the edge of his desk with his arms. You pulled against his tie, hoping to pull him further into the kiss. Much to your dismay, he pulled away from your lips and began to kiss down your neck.

“You are such an intelligent woman, y/n” he whispered in-between kisses before latching his lips to your collar bone, sucking harshly against the skin. He began to unbutton your blouse, one button every few seconds as he sucked against your flesh. “We’ve been working together for years and I can’t seem to ever get you off my mind…”

Your hands snaked up his biceps to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you yet again. He emitted a soft groan as he popped open the final button on your blouse, slipping it and your blazer off your shoulders. He pulls back and marvels at you, loosening his tie while pulling his lip between his teeth. You gently push his hands away from his body as you nudge him back against the chair you were sitting in, climbing onto his lap.

“Let me undress you, Kun,” you whisper against his lips, grabbing onto his dress shirt and slipping his loosened tie over his collar and head. You then placed it around your own neck, giving him a cheeky smile before busying your hands with unbuttoning and slipping his shirt from his body. You stare at his body with awe as he lifted you from his lap and placed you upon his desk, a look on his face like he was admiring a piece fine art at the Louvre.

“Do you want to do this, y/n? he asked, voice as soft as silk. You gave him a firm nod. “I want you to use your words and tell me if it’s okay if I take you here…”

“Yes, please do, Kun,” he nodded in return, pulling down the zipper on the side of your skirt, revealing your red lace panties under the black pantyhose he always imagined running his hands over. He ran his hands from your calves to your upper thighs, enjoying the feeling of how the heat from your body was so teasingly close to his touch, but still separated by the thin material. You sat up slightly to unhook your bra from around yourself, still a bit timid and using an arm to slightly cover yourself. He reached his hands to yours, guiding them down to the desk beneath you.

“Don’t hide yourself from me. You’re stunning,” he traced his fingertips down your chest before pinching one of your nipples between his fingers. You let out a soft groan at the sensation. He leaned in to flick his tongue quickly over the hardened nub before circling it around in agonizingly slow circles with his soft muscle. His other hand busied itself twisting your other nipple in a pleasurable movement with his fingers. You laced a hand in his hair as he continued his actions.

“Baby,” you whimpered, eyes closed as you enjoyed the sensation. He glanced up to you momentarily with a soft hum, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You pushed against his head slightly, hoping he’d catch the gist of wanting him lower. He removed his mouth from your nipple, giving it a gentle lick once more. He made his way further down your body, alternating between teasing licks and kisses. When he reaches the pantyhose band around your waist, he glances up to your face.

“Shall we keep these on, pretty girl?” You tilted your head in slight confusion as you felt his fingertips trace over your heat before the sound of him tearing your pantyhose filled the room. You looked to him; a smirk was stretched across his lips as he placed himself on his knees between your legs. He gently pulled your lace panties to the side, swiping his thumb gently against your slit before spreading you open with his thumb and middle finger.

“You’re so beautiful, look at you…” he whispered, pressing a kiss against your thigh, “and you’re this wet for me, Princess?”

You nodded, a faint ‘mhm’ slipping from your throat. You locked eye contact with him as he slowly and gently licked a stripe from your entrance to your aching clit. A sigh fell from your mouth as he repeated the action a couple more times. He then began to with flick at your clit with his tongue, pleasure shooting through your body like electricity with every movement. Occasionally he latches his lips around the sensitive area surrounding your clit, sucking lightly as his tongue presses against your aroused nub, rubbing it with hard motions. Moans and gentle whines of his name emit from your mouth. His index and middle fingers tease your entrance before he pushes them in slowly, curling against your sensitive walls. He groans at the sensation of your walls gripping his fingers tight. Your fingers snake into his hair as you try your best to keep your eyesight locked on him, the sensation of his fingers pressing against your g-spot making it hard to keep from rolling your eyes back from pleasure. He picks up pace with both his tongue and fingers, pushing you close to an early orgasm.

“K-Kun” you moan, gripping his hair tight, “I’m close…”

You ground your hips against his face, letting out a weak sob as you teeter on the edge of your release. He moved his mouth away from your heat as he looked up at you, his fingers driving you over your limit. Your hips gyrate against his hand as you ride yourself through your high, his name weakly falling from your mouth in breathless whispers.

“That’s a good girl…” he groans, fingering your heat at a fast pace, “cum for me.”

After you finish washing over your high, he slowly pulls his fingers from you, rubbing your entrance gently. He stands and places himself between your legs, kissing along your jawline to reach your lips. He presses a kiss into them as well, slipping his tongue between your lips. His tongue brushes against yours, you let a small moan out into the kiss as you gently suck at his tongue. He breaks the kiss before flipping you over. His hands trace along your sides, making their way to the hole in your pantyhose he had torn beforehand.

“You ready, baby?” he asks, ripping your pantyhose further to get a better view of your ass. He brings his hand down against your skin in a harsh slap.

“Yes, Sir,” you whine, gripping onto the edge of his desk. You hear the faint sound of the zipper of his slacks being undone before feeling a soothing hand rub against your ass cheek. You feel the tip of his length brush against your lower lips before he pushes in a slow movement, filling you to the brim. You whimper as you take time to adjust to him, the thought of pushing your hips back against his teasing at the back of your mind. You don’t have time to act through with your plan, his hips pull away from yours and his hands pull your hips back against his. His hands rest beside your sides on desk, holding his weight as he slowly begins to grind his hips against yours, fucking you slowly. A sigh of relief falls from your lips as you rest your head against the mahogany surface. His pace begins to quicken, the feeling of his dick pressing against your deepest and most sensitive spot causes your eyes to roll back into your skull.

“y/n, can I choke you...?” His voice wavers as he asks his question. You nod, a quiet ‘mhm’ for confirmation. His hips still as he helps you stand properly, his chest pressing against your back. His large hand grasps around your throat, squeezing it slightly. His hips begin to move again, fucking you sensually at a steady pace.

“God, baby girl… You feel so nice,” he moans, pressing a kiss into your shoulder blade. “That’s my good girl, you love feeling my dick inside you, hm?”

You try to squeak out a ‘yes’, but it comes out as more of a pathetic moan. A groan slips from his lips as he continues his movements, followed by whispered profanities. His unoccupied hand ghosts along your stomach, slowly moving its way up to your breasts. He pinches one of your nipples between his fingers and you let out a muffled squeak. He begins to rub it in between his fingers gently.

“You’re so good, so good,” He whispers, nipping at the shell of your ear. “So good for me.”

A sob fell from your lips as you clenched around him, his words igniting a specific feeling in your lower stomach. He groans.

“You like that? When I praise you for being such a good girl?” You nod, whining as the hand occupied on your nipple trails down your body, placing itself between your legs. He rubs at your clit gently, not enough to totally get you to feel too much stimulation, but enough to tease. You let out a cry, trying your best to move his fingers against your clit. He lets out a soft ‘tsk’ into your ear.

His grasp tightened around your throat as his thrusts picked up pace, your pathetic whimpers spurring him to continue with his actions.

“You want me to cum in your perfect pussy, y/n?” He whispered in your ear, hips losing the sense of rhythm they had before. You nodded your head, an inaudible plea for him to do so sounding from your lips. His fingers skilfully rub around your clit, the feeling of his ministrations and of his dick fucking into you igniting the heat in your lower stomach.

“I want you to cum with me, baby. Cum with me,” He rests his face in the crook of your neck, soft moans becoming more frequent from his mouth as he reaches his peak. The sound of your lover’s pleasure pushes you closer and closer. You whine, gripping at Kun’s wrist. He loosens his grip, dropping his hand from your neck down to your nipple, toying with it.

“Kun…” your breathing is erratic as you feel yourself teeter on the edge of your orgasm, “I’m gonna…”

“It’s alright, cum on me. You’ve been such a good girl,” your orgasm begins to wash over you. You let out a euphoric moan before his hand clasps over your open mouth, “Keep quiet... You wouldn’t want people to know you’re actually Mr. Qian’s pet, do you?”

His hips continue to fuck into you at a sloppy pace, your moans bouncing off his hand and back into your own mouth. His hot breath and own moans tickling down the back of your neck. With one final snap and stutter of his hips, he spills himself inside of you. Soft gasps and moans fall from his mouth, along with minor profanities.

“Fuck, y/n...” he grinds his hips slowly against yours, milking himself dry. He then pulls himself out of you, spreading you apart to admire how his cum drips from your opening down onto your pantyhose before giving your ass a light spank. “Such a good girl...”

He stood up straight, buckling his slacks as you recovered from the previous engagement. With gentle hands, he helped you get dressed, slipping the tie you had stolen off of him over your head before dressing himself fully.

“Do you think you should maybe take those off?” he asks, motioning towards your pantyhose. A hint of blush was brushed across his cheeks, dropping both his work and dominant persona, “I mean... I ripped them and- “

“No no, you’re right, Mr. Qian,” you giggle, unbuckling your heels before slipping your torn pantyhose down your legs and off.

“Kun, please. I’d like to pursue this, y/n,” he nervously clears his throat and adjusts his tie, taking your ruined item of clothing before dropping it into the bin, “would you maybe fancy dinner this week?”

You gave him a gentle smile, nodding.

“I’d love to, Kun,”

“It’s a plan, then,”

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bopbopstyles · 4 years

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hey! can you write something about a kink of asking harry to hit you in the face? just asking him to slap your face and then he calls you a whore i know i'm weird. thank you so much :)

u are not weird!!! this is a common kink that when done consensually is 100% okay imo :) kinksame, bruh. i have not personally done this tho, so my response to this is going to based entirely off of my imagination. enjoy!

also i was mid-way through writing this and saw this gif which i’ve incorporated so enjoy.

warning: face slapping, slight degradation (consensual)

You couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The idea had started when you were at a girl’s night with your best friends and someone brought up fantasies. One of your other friends mentions face slapping, and suddenly the thought wouldn’t leave your mind.

It wasn’t like your sex life with Harry wasn’t good, either. You two experimented a bit in the bedroom, but your boyfriend was such a softie that anything too harsh had him hesitating. When he’d slapped your ass for the first time, he’d asked you three times if you were okay before doing it again. So you knew if it wasn’t going to happen (which you desperately wanted it to) if would have to be on your suggestion.

You had been horny all fucking day. Harry had been in conference call after conference call, but you had a day off (a “skeleton day” you boss called it, where work was optional, and you never worked if you didn’t have to). Usually on days like these you took advantage of Harry being less busy than you, and would end up in and out of bed all day. But today, he paid you very little attention and you were about to go into your bedroom and take care of it yourself.

When the clock struck five o’clock you decided enough was enough. You knew how to make Harry pay attention to you, how to press all of his buttons, how to get him horny in under ten seconds. So, you went into your shared bedroom and stripped off all your clothes and replaced you regular bra and underwear with a lacy black set he’d bought you that left very little to the imagination. Then, you went into the closet and picked through the shirts on his side, before settling on a light blue silk button down that would bring out the blue in your eyes. You pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned except for one in the middle of your stomach and tugged your hair from its bun.

You wanted to have some fun tonight, and Harry was going to give it to you.

He was still in his office, but you didn’t hear the sound of his voice, instead just the click of computer keys. You pushed open the door which was ajar, and stepped into the room, drawing Harry’s eyes up to you.

His Adam’s apple bobbed--you could see it from where you stood--as he took in your appearance. Then, in a gravely voice he said, “’s that my shirt?”

“It is.” You took steps towards him, keeping his eyes on yours while you moved. “Was hoping you could take it off.”

“Fuck,” he breathed as you rounded the corner of his desk, stopping a pace away from him. “Yeah, I can do that, love.”

His hands reached out and you closed the distance, so they rested on the skin of your hips. His fingers pressed in a bit harshly, the cold of his rings singing your flushed skin and you loved it. He crept up your torso, the callused pads of his fingers brushing over you as he reached the button. When he popped it, the shirt fell open, the lace over your breasts coming into to full view.

A low groan left Harry’s mouth as he took in the sight in front of him. “Didn’t pay any attention to you today, ‘s that it? That why I’m gettin’ such a treat?”

You brushed at his jaw, looking down at the harsh lines of his face. “I’ve been waiting all day,” you whispered and Harry gulped at your words. “Nearly soaked through my underwear at the thought of you.”

That had Harry standing up and pulling you up, your legs fitting around his waist as he carried you out of his office. Your lips pulled and prodded at the tender skin of his neck, nipping and drawing moans from him as you worked a bruise onto the side of neck, the one on the side you slept on so you could wake up in the morning and it be the first thing you saw. He was holding your hips so tightly you wondered if there’d be an imprint of his hand afterwards, but you didn’t mind.

Kind of liked it, actually.

He kicked open the door to your room and dropped you to the bed, the duvet puffing up around you. “You,” he said between harsh kisses to your lips, “are going to be,” you moaned when his fingers pushed at your bra strap, “the death of me.”

His shirt was pooling at your wrists, and your chest was rising and falling under his touch. You knew this is when you had to mention what you wanted, otherwise you would be far too gone to have this conversation with him. “H,” you said, drawing his eyes from your chest to your face. “I want to try something.”

His eyebrows quirked. “Okay.”

“I want you to slap me.”

“Your ass? Already do that.” He leaned back in to kiss you, but you pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“My face.”

Your words fell like bricks in the quiet room. His eyes widened and you could see his body still at the prospect of what you wanted. “What?”

“I want you to slap my face,” you said and each time you said it you were more sure it was what you wanted.

But Harry was conflicted, you could see it written all over his face. “Y/N, I don’t know...”

“Want you to,” you said again, brushing at his chest delicately. “But if you don’t feel comfortable with it, we don’t have to. I know it’s a lot.”

Harry’s eyes flickered across your face, considering the idea. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You softened, a small smile forming on your lips. “You won’t. And I’ll tell you if it’s too much--promise.”

His fingers brushed across the smooth skin of your cheek, a loving touch you leaned into. “Okay,” he finally said. “But I need you to communicate with me? Tell me if you want more or less, all that.”

You nodded. But there was one more thing, one more thing that had been floating around in your head. “There’s one more thing.” Harry’s chin dipped, encouraging you to speak. “Can you call me names?”

His head quirked to the side. “Names?”

“Like...mean names.”

That same sharp exhale as before fell between you. "Mean names? Like what?”

He was going to make you spell it out, wasn’t he? “Whore.” You could feel a blush rising on your cheeks as the word left your mouth.

You watched as Harry gnawed on his bottom lip, considering the request. But then, he nodded, ever so slightly. “I’ll do it,” he said, “but I want you to know that I don’t mean it outside of this scenario. Okay? You hear me?” You nodded, and Harry brushed at your cheeks again. “Any other requests?”

“You’ve got too many clothes on.”

That had Harry laughing, breaking the tension between you. “Well, I can take care of that.” He tugged at the buttons that secured his long-sleeved button down around his wrists, unfastening them. You watched and honestly, it was really fucking hot. When he slipped the shirt off, your hands were on him immediately, running over his exposed skin. Then he pushed off his pants, leaving him in just his underwear in front of him. “Better?”

“Much.” You crawled back on the bed, leaving the shirt of his you were wearing on the floor next to his pile of clothes. Harry followed you, tugging at your ankle when you got too far away, a yelp drawing from your chest that had you both laughing. You adored this part about sex with Harry--it was filled with moments like these that made you love him even more.

He pushed your legs up and fit his hips between then, his dick resting innocently against your clothed center, and let your legs fall to either side of him. He was resting on his ankles, lips pink from kissing you, eyes blown out in desire as he took in the sight of you, barely clothed, sprawled out in front of him. Fucking goddess, you were, and he told you. “You want me to tell you before I do it?” He asked, fingers running circles over your thighs.

You considered his words. “No, surprise me.”

Harry nodded, and then he was bending at the waist, licking over your nipples, the wet of his saliva soaking through the lace on your chest. Your breath heaved in your chest, desperate for more, anything more he would give you. “H, please.” He peeked up at you and knew what you wanted immediately.

He reached behind your chest, hands smushed between your back and the bed, and unclasped your bra, tossing the material to the side without a care in the world. Then, he tugged your underwear and you lifted your legs up so he could pull them off. When he shifted, his dick nudged against you, the only thing between you being his boxers. And it was torture. You moaned wantonly, unable to contain yourself, and pulled at his arms wanting him closer.

He met your lips with passion, drawing and pulling at your lips as he ground his hips into yours. You could feel him rock hard and you knew your wetness was all over his boxers. But all you could think was when was he going to do it? The anticipation was killing you.

“Dripping for me,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice dropping an octave as he nipped at your bottom lip. “Feel that, baby? Goin’ to make me cum in my boxers.”

“H,” you panted, gripping his torso. You needed more, anything he could give you.

He pulled away, and you had only met his eyes with yours when you felt the impact on your cheek. You realized he hadn’t taken off his rings, and you could feel the cut of them on your skin, the impact of metal on your face sending shock waves through you.

And then, his words dripped into the space between you. “Squirming like a little whore underneath me, hmm? Want me to fuck you?”

Your mind was a mess. Your breath was coming in pants, trying to absorb everything that was happening, the pain that had softened on your skin that had you pushing your face into his hand, desperate for more. His words made you buck your hips up, as if to say, Yes, please, yes.

He bent towards you, and whispered in your ear, “’s that okay, angel?”

Checking in on you. Your sweet, sweet love. “Yeah,” you said, “felt good.”

“Want another?”

“Please.”

Harry wasted no time, delivered another sharp smack to your cheek. It wasn’t hard, not too intense where your head snapped to the side or anything. But it was enough to leave a sting, enough for you to moan his name and pull at his neck, reconnecting your lips. You wondered what your skin looked like, if it was red, if you could see the outlines of his rings. Kind of liked the idea, if you were being honest.

“Fuck me,” you begged when he licked at your neck. “Please.”

He sucked at the juncture of your jaw and neck and you gasped, putty in his hands. “Yeah? My little whore wants me to fuck her?” You nodded, hands clenching in his hair. With a searing kiss to your lips, he pulled away. “Okay, baby.”

He turned, pushing his boxer briefs down and off his legs, before returning to you on the bed. Your legs moved to rest on etiher side of his hips, finding a home hooked around his beck. He didn’t waste any time--he pushed straight into you, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

You both groaned from the feeling, your wetness making the slide easy. Harry’s head hung as he tried to hold himself together, and you couldn’t help yourself--you swiveled your hips up, wanting more. “Uh-huh,” he said though, holding your hips to the bed with his hand. “None of that. Goin’ to take what I give you, yeah?”

Your chin dipped, nodding fervently. You would do anything for him. And then he pulled out and back in, your walls gripping him tightly. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as you panted his name, curses falling from your lips without abandon. That’s when he let go, snapping his hips to yours in a fast rhythm, letting both of you chase your releases. You were close already, the foreplay leaving you squirming on the bed.

Sweat dripped down both of your bodies as Harry pushed in and out of you, your legs shaking on his hips. His hand that wasn’t holding your hips down rested at the side of your head to hold his body up, and you watched in fascination as his muscles rippled under his skin, his biceps and shoulders tense and release with the movement of his hips.

All you could hear were the noises between you, his hips hitting yours, the bed creaking, your wetness squelching between you, but you didn’t care in the slightest. It was the sound of you, the sound of him loving you in every way. “H,” you mumbled, hooking your arms around his neck. “Want you to come with me.”

As much as you were putty for him, he was wrapped around your finger in every shape and form. The foreplay you’d requested was surprisingly something he enjoyed, but it was all for you--he would do anything you asked. So when you requested him to come with you, it was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from. “You goin’ to come for me, baby?”

The roughness of his words from before were gone, but you didn’t mind. You loved his tender petnames, the way his head sagged and he kissed at your breasts, leaving marks you’d prod at tomorrow and remember with a smile.

“Come for me,” he begged, pistoning in and out of you with a a fervor. “Need it. I want to come with you, but need to feel you. Can you do that for me?” He was mumbling words without even processing what they were, his mind on fire. “Can you come for me? Promise I’ll come too. Fuck, I promise. love.”

He fell to his elbow, chest pressed against yours as he kissed you. The closeness is what pushed you over the edge, the. desperation in his voice. You were clawing at his back, gasping his name, walls clenching tight around him as you came. The feeling of you around him had his hips stuttering, with one more push and then he was coming inside of you, shaking as he collapsed fully onto your body.

Both of you gasped for breath, pulling in air as you fell from your highs. He stayed inside of you, both loving the feeling of closeness it provided. You scratched at his scalp and then down his spine, calming him and he did the same to your arms. You were both touch-starved people and needed the same thing after sex--soft brushes of skin, simple kisses, just a minute or two to gather yourselves.

When you had, his head lifted to look at you. “How was that?”

He was checking in, making sure he had done what you asked and not too much. His eyes were warm, full of adoration. “Perfect,” you told him, pushing at a curl on his forehead. “Did you like it?”

His elbows pushed him up so he could hover over your face. “Yeah, actually.”

You smiled. “Guess we’ll have to do it every once and a while, then.”

He nudged at your jaw and pressed an open mouthed kiss there, smacking against your skin. “Good thing you’re so damn demanding, huh?”

You laughed, pushing at his head, and he quirked at smile at you, eyes as wild as yours. You two were made for each, you thought as you looked at him. Perfectly designed.

wow this became long really fast

hope you liked it, anon!!!!!

#concept night #good FUCKIN this was hot #loved writing it????#pls do not come at me for this #xoxo #anon #answered

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strawberrycow-simp · 3 years

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What’s your favorite candle?

Please have mercy on me, I am a simple person and these stories that are about to come out are due to a challenge created by my friend and I. ( @simpnation-jpeg ) therefore a series of stories will come out by us, every week. So I apologize in advance, you can stomp on me with stilettos if you hate it. Oh, also it’s shinsou x reader oneshot😳🕯

Summary: Shinsou has been ridiculously busy with hero work. Though he makes time for you.... he doesn’t make enough time for you in the bedroom. In a fit of neediness you decide to rile him up while he is doing work........

Warnings: candle play.

Everyone loves candles. There’s all kinds of different aromas and colors. You’ve got pink for flowers or yellow for lemon and even blue for ocean breeze! But you, oh, precious you, you loved lavender candles. The way the purple wax melts and the flame flicks it’s almost too enticing to watch. However, were your intentions pure with the candles? Yes. Yes the were, but Shinsou saw your obsession with candles differently. He’s always wanted to see you wither and whine under his gaze as he drips the warm wax over your breast, pinning you down with fuzzy cuffs, and overstimulating you with the candle and his touch. Shinsou was filthy, he felt filthy for thinking this way with your cute collection of candles. He wanted to try it too but never had a good reason to do so.... but with you acting like a little horny shit while he’s doing paper work, god you gave him so many reasons to punish you. Pray that your oh so sadistic boyfriend gives you the attention you crave and maybe a satisfying release, if you act like a good girl.

It’s Saturday night, close to nine, and your lovely boyfriend is pounding away.... but he’s not pounding you. Dearie no, he is pounding his goddamn keyboard for his paperwork that he has to fill out as a hero. You know it’s a little unreasonable to be puffy about some paper work but Shinsou has been so busy lately. You pout to yourself as you peak into Shinsou’s work area which is a semi-light room surrounded by bookshelves and a vintage couch in the corner with a nice desk in the middle of the room. Dressed with candles that you begged Shinsou to keep because “old leather smells funny.” Placed neatly on the desk is a computer, and Shinsou’s eyes are glued to it, not even noticing your small figure in his peripherals. You being a sweet and seductive person, you had put on one of his button ups and a loose black silk tie around it, waltzing up to him with nothing underneath and your hips swaying. Anyone would be drooling over you right now but you don’t want just anyone. You want your purple headed boyfriend to bend you over and have his way with you, to be fucked dumb. Is that too much to ask for?

“Babyyyyyy” you whine as you start to fiddle with his hair and stand behind the back of his chair. Shinsou sighs softly.

“Yes, baby?” He turns and looks at you briefly, then turns back to his work.

“When will you be done? I wanna hold youuuuu” you drag out your words.

“Soon, have patience, kitten.” He says absentmindedly and continues.

“I don’t want to wait,” you lean down near his ear and whisper absolute filth, “I want you to take me now and rearrange my insides please.”

“Don’t act like a spoiled brat (y/n)” Shinsou smirks slightly, “you can sit in my lap until I’m done.”

“I’m not a spoiled brat, thank you!” You grumble and crawl into his lap, straddling him, your bare cunt touching his clothed cock. You smile mischievously and bury your head in the crook of his neck, kissing his soft skin gently and grazing your teeth against his weak spot where the collarbone and neck meet. Grinding innocently against him for friction that you are starved from. Shinsou let’s you grind a few more second until he puts a firm and bruising grip on your hip, stopping you in your tracks. Squishing the tender flesh as he talks.

“(Y/n), what the hell do you think you are doing?”

“Nothing, why do you ask?” You say innocently. But Shinsou knows exactly what you are doing and as hard as he is working right now he really doesn’t need you as a distraction. He wants to finish. He wants to hold you close and love you like you need him too. He wants too so bad.... but he needs to complete his work. Shinsou is whining to himself on how he could just put it off. He doesn’t listen to the little incubus in his head.

“Kitten, if you can’t act right then you’ll have to be punished. You understand right?” He scowls in your ear and holds you closer with his left arm and you nod against his neck.

“Yes master.” You whine but deep down you knew you weren’t going to act like a sweet pillow princess. You know what you want and if it takes a punishment to get it then that’s what you’ll do.

Shinsou sighs and continues with his work, controlling his will to fuck you senseless. Forcing the sinful thoughts to the back of his head. You had other plans though. You trail your hands over his chest, slowing down to palm him. His limp cock slowly getting harder as you do. You grind faster on his thighs, letting out soft whimpers and your nipples start to perk under the shirt. His thighs allow delicious friction on your clit. Clinging to his shoulders and practically crying in his ear.

“Fuck.” Shinsou growls and grabs your waist with a bruising grip. His patience has snapped into two. Completely throwing away all sensible thoughts into the gutter and work can be done another night. He pulls you away and suddenly you are pinned to the desk. Shinsou gazes at you like he’s been starved and you’re his meal and with a frown. “You know kitten.... I told you to behave but you just had to go and act like a little slut on my lap. Tell me, did you feel good?”

“Yes master,” you nod pathetically in your horny haze “please, I just, I need it so bad, I need you so bad...” little tears spill over as you grind against nothing.

“Nuh uh, you know what the deal was. It’s punishment time...” Shinsou pulls the silk tie from your neck and ties your hands behind your back, watching you lean against his chest to hold you up. He unbuttons the front of your shirt leaving your bare breast exposed as he just stares, fucking you with his eyes. He grazes his hands against your slightly parted lips and pushes them in. He smirks a little as he feels your soft tongue against them. He pulls away and grabs your waist. Guiding you to the vintage couch, laying you on your back. Shinsou runs his fingers up and down your body, he then slams his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like coffee and you can’t help but whimper with the way he has your mouth filled. He pulls away and starts walking towards the desk, watching you quiver from the cold air touching your bare breasts.

“Kitten. What’s your favorite candle?” Shinsou picks up the lavender one, already knowing the answer. But you just look at him incredulously. Did he just say that? However, you play along.

“Hitoshiiiii, you know which one is my favorite” you roll your eyes but shinsou looks at you and carries the candle over to you. He stands over you holding the candle above you.

“Kitty~ you know why I have this, right?” He looks at the candle and back at you. Then you smile innocently. “No?”

“Well, I did say you needed a punishment,” shinsou leans down and kisses you softly, “now it’s time to pay up.”

Shinsou pours candle wax over your boobs. It runs down the curves and through the valley of them. The heat makes you squeal in shock but you like pain. It sends electricity to your cunt. Making you wetter than before as you arch your back.

“No moving.” He commands as he starts to pour it over your sensitive nipples. You whimper and whine like it hurts but you are so aroused.

“M-master, touch me please.” You stare at him with begging eyes. Shinsou loves you so much, it’s to the point he doesn’t even know how to contain it anymore and sometimes he wants to make just pure sweet vanilla love to you. This was not one of those times. Shinsou’s spreads your legs forcibly, softly circling your clit with just enough friction to get you going. He knows what you love, always observes you, and pays attention to your details. Like the curve of your thighs and the plush skin on your stomach. He adores every about you and loves the way to twitch away from the candle with every drop he spills on you. He has now moved to your inner thighs, pouring it all over them watching you try to close your legs but you can’t because of his rules. It’s almost amusing to him how much you struggle. You’re quivering now as Shinsou gets rougher with your clit. Practically abusing it as you’re grinding against his hand. Wanting to be full of him, stuffed to the brim with his thick cock. Unfortunately before you get a sweet release from the tight coils in you, he pulls away and you struggle to get out of the tie and touch. You want to feel him so bad that it pains you. Shinsou puts the candle on the side table next to the couch as he reaches behind you and unties the silk tie. Shinsou kisses you like there’s no tomorrow and you wrap your hands through his soft hair, tugging gently and you moan into his mouth. He pulls away, removing his shirt, pants, and boxers as fast as humanly possible.

“Princess, you’ve been such a good girl...” Shinsou whispers into your neck as he hovers over you, kissing it and biting it gently. He lines his cock up with your hole and bottoms out, all in one go. He wanted to do foreplay before fucking you but seeing you become unraveled on his cock was way more satisfying. The stretch for you is delicious instantly hitting that sweet spot in you that lets you finally cum. Tightening and quivering on his cock, moaning out slurred and incoherent words. It was a lovely view for Shinsou as you tousled his hair in your hands, clinging to him so close that your chest was against his. Shinsou honestly could’ve cum instantly, but he didn’t want to only last two seconds. He thrusts in and out slowly, your walls clinging to him, feeling sensitive from your last orgasm. Then Shinsou starts dirty talking to you like the kinky man that he is. Slowly building up his pace as his orgasm builds up. He starts to pound into you like he wants to break your spine. With a last few sloppy hard thrusts Shinsou cums right against your cervix as you cum with him. He pulls out and then kisses you gently along with the marks he made. Loving you sweetly during the aftercare. Proving this night to be a very interesting one.

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Doctor Harry XXVIII. Tercer movimiento: Lo de dentro.

A/N: Long ass chapter but lovely, I think. I hope you like it too <3 Every other part can be found here

BLUE’S POV

“Are you done?” I giggle as my mum keeps taking pictures of me in our garden.

“Yeah, I think so but I hope you send me some more with Harry at the reception.”

“I will.” I promise her.

I walk inside towards the kitchen and she follows me. It wasn’t really hard to find a dress for the wedding. Coco, Ollie and Marie offered to go shopping with me on Monday afternoon and we genuinely thought it might take all week to find the right dress but it didn’t. It only took a couple of hours.

I asked Harry if there was any sort of etiquette or particular dressing code but he just said apparently you can’t attend a wedding dressed in white and then I asked if he had any preferences in colour but then he just said what he wanted didn’t matter and to wear whatever I wanted. He wasn’t of much help but I wouldn’t have wanted for him to say anything different from that.

I have never dressed for anyone other than myself but I hope Harry likes my dress tonight. I chose a floor-length slip gown made of silk. It is a soft baby blue colour and so soft to the touch I think I could sleep on it. It’s backless too because I’m a sucker for backless shit and I hate bras so I don’t have a problem with going braless. I keep the jewellery and makeup to a minimum but I do wear crimson lipstick and my thin white gold choker. I wear Coco’s long bright grey fur coat and bright grey heels salon heels.

Harry did ask me about the colour of the dress but I guess that has to do with his choice of tie or handkerchief. I know it’s cheesy but it excites me that he would consider my dress so as to match me.

The bell rings and I get the door as I put on my coat. When I open the door, my breath catches on my throat as I’m faced with a very sexy, annoyingly handsome Harry that looks like a bright peaky blinder without the cap.

He’s wearing a fucking bright cream colour vest and cream colour jacket and pants and a baby blue silk shirt, matching my dress. The first few buttons of the shirt are unbuttoned so the almost looks like a handkerchief.

“Fuck.” He grins. “You can’t be prettier than the bride, Blue.”

I giggle and he leans in and touches my Hollywood style waves and lets them drop back against my chest. I knew he would appreciate the hair down.

“I thought you said you couldn’t attend a wedding dressed in white.”

He smiles.

“This is cream” he defends “and the bride knows what I’m wearing.”

“You look dreamy.”

“Let me see!”

My mum comes running from the kitchen and I feel the heat on my cheeks hot enough I’m sure they look like my lips at this point.

“Oh my God! You look like a brunette James Dean!”

Harry laughs but blushes and I giggle along with my mum like two teenage girl.

“Grasias, Alisia.”

I raise my eyebrows as I remember.

“Está aprendido español, ¿sabes, mamá?” (Did you know that he’s learning Spanish, mum?)

Harry smiles with his lips closed and my mum swoons.

“¿En serio?”

“Sí.” Harry nods. “No sé mucho pero entiendo algo.” (I don’t know much but I understand some.)

“Nena, cosételo.” (Baby, tie him up.)

I chuckle and pray to God he didn’t understand as I gently push him away from my drooling mum towards his car. He gets on the driver’s seat and doesn’t say anything else as he drives away.

“Are you nervous?” I ask him.

He sighs.

“A little.”

“I’m sure it’ll all be beautiful.”

“Yeah, it better be or else Gemma might kill some people.”

I laugh but think it to be true. I’m familiar with the term bridezilla and something tells me Gemma has a character. I guess we recognize each other.

There’s a small grey stone church with a big colourful rose window over the door at the top of a hill and Harry parks the car on an esplanade some meters away from it. When I step out of the car, I notice the ground is covered with loose small white stones that sort of look like snowflakes.

Harry is smiling, waiting for me to join him and only then I realize I’ve been gawking around. It’s such a beautiful place and I didn’t even know of the existence of this church. Then again I’m an atheist.

“I think you’re the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.”

“Creature?” I smile. “I knew you’d like my hair down.”

“Come here.”

His hands wrap around my waist through my thick coat before he pulls me to him and his lips press against mine. Thank God Coco had that fixer spray for the makeup so he doesn’t ruin my lipstick too much.

Inside the church, it’s warmer than I expected. Despite the stone on the outside, the inside is wood and I’m thinking the architects, whoever that was, did a good job with the insulation. There aren’t that many people on the church but I guess it’s normal for the bride’s brother to be one of the firsts to arrive.

The ceilings are so high it’s even hard to appreciate the reredos but it gives the chapel some sense of highness, even I, an atheist, feel closer to heaven. It’s the last hours of sunlight of the day and the winter can be heard outside in the form of wind and leaves but I still think it’s such a nice time to get married. It kind of feels as if they would be safe from the storm, because they’re together, and it also feels as if it doesn’t matter how’s the weather outside, it would always be warm if they’re together. I know, weddings really turn me into a softie.

Harry’s hand on mine guides me along a corridor on the left side of the church. I know in a church, the left side is the right side for us to stand, for it’s the side of sin and that’s where we belong. At the end of the corridor, a few very elegant people are gathered.

“Hey, son.”

A man with grey hair short hair and a gentle smile, a few inches shorter than Harry, gives him a hug.

“Hey, dad.”

He doesn’t look much like Harry and neither does his smile really for he doesn’t have any dimples and his lips are quite thinner but he’s got the same air of kindness about him and he transmits the same goodness as his son.

“This is Indie. Indie, this is my dad, Des.”

“Hello, dear.” He politely offers me his hand and I shake it.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

He asks me how I’m doing and we start a casual conversation but I can’t help my eyes from drifting to Harry as he frowns and looks around. He really is nervous so I forgive him for abandoning me with his dad.

“Your sister is inside.” He answers his silent question and Harry’s eyes set on him.

“Do you think I can go in?”

“I think yes. She did kick me out but try your luck, son.”

He nods and gives me a look.

“You go.” I encourage him.

It’s way too intimate for me to be in there after talking to Gemma just the once. I don’t even know his mother.

“I’ll be fine.” I tell him.

“Yes, I’ll look after her.”

His green eyes set and travel between us both as if he was considering whether to leave me here or not. But after a few seconds he nods his head as if convincing himself and knocked and opened the door that hid her sister.

“Way to introduce you into the family, huh?” Des starts. “My son and his weird ways, I guess. It’s okay if you don’t remember everybody’s names.”

I giggle.

“I’m pretty good with names.”

“The thing is every young female in the family look alike. Even I get confused and they’re my sisters’ daughters.”

He starts telling me about the members of his family and asks me about mine and I tell him about my siblings and my parents. He finds our names very interesting, naturally, and tells me about how they decided on Harry’s name. I also learn his middle name is Edward.

I don’t know how much time has passed when Harry finally exits the room but his eyes are teary when he does and he’s holding a flute glass with what looks like a mimosa.

“I gotta go check on Michal.” He tries to sound unaffected but I smirk because I know better. “But my mum gave me this for you. She says it’s good.”

I smile and gladly take it from his hand as he turns to his dad.

“I tried sneaking one out for you, dad, but they said some shit about us men having enough with not having to do our makeup or something like that.”

I giggle and Harry smiles teasingly at me.

“That’s alright, son.” Des chuckles. “Thank you.”

Harry nods and like that he leaves us again and opens another door on the same wall. I think it’s beautiful that both bride and groom are that close together only with a wall apart. Des keeps the conversation going about my personal choices on Medicine, whether I like consultation over surgery and so on, until Adam joins us and shakes his head.

“Hello, Des. Long time no see. Hi, Indie. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I give him a smile.

It’s such a shame Marie couldn’t come but your grandparents’ golden wedding is not something one can say not to. I know she would have liked for Adam to be there but she understood his motive. After all, Adam is a part of the Styles’ family and that makes Gemma sort of like a sister to him too. Yet I wish Marie were here. I know for a fact we would have had so much fun and she would have been a cheerleader for me if I freak out at meeting so many important people to Harry in the same day.

“Where’s Harry?”

The moment he asks that, as if on cue, Harry comes out of the groom’s room and places a hand on my lower back. He sighs.

“Just making sure Adam wasn’t having a panic attack or climbing out the window, Gemma’s words not mine. I’m gonna tell her he’s not so she can keep it together.”

The three of us laugh as he rushes to her sister’s room now.

“I remember my wedding day” Des said “I have never been more nervous in my entire life, not even when my kids were born.”

“I don’t think he would climb out the window on this weather though.” Adam jokes.

I laugh with them but don’t say much. I’ll admit I’m nervous. I don’t know what to say to seem worth it of Harry. Thank his mum for the alcohol in this graceful mimosa.

“Alright” Harry says as he joins us “I look like the errands boy but now they want me to say hi to guests and show them to their seats. The things one has to do… Would you accompany me?”

I panic. He wants me to stand there and say hi to every single guest? But he looks so good… And I’m going to say yes.

“I’ll help.” Adam smiles.

“Thank you.”

The three of us say goodbye to Des who has to wait for Gemma to be ready since he’s walking her down the aisle and make our way towards the flowers arches that mark the aisle.

“My mum wanted to meet you already” Harry says “and she’s sorry she didn’t come out to at least say hi but her hair wasn’t done.” He smirks.

“Oh, no, that’s fine. She shouldn’t worry. It’s her daughter’s wedding day. I’m not the important one here.”

“I know.” He smiles. “But you’re the first girl I bring home and she’s excited. Let the woman dream.”

I blush as I look at Adam from the corner of my eye. He’s smirking before he stands on one of the narrow corridors on the sides of the benches and Harry and I continue walking until we stop and stand on the main arch.

“How was your sister?”

“Gorgeous” he states but he’s rather stern “and nervous. She made me go check on Michal because she was at the verge of a panic attack herself.”

I smile because I know he’s exaggerating. He always is and he looks down at me with a big smile.

“What did you and my father talk about?”

“Family, mostly. He also told me how your mum and him came up with your name, Eddie.”

His jaw clenches and he gives me a death glare but I just laugh at his reaction. Our conversation dies the moment the guests start arriving without giving us enough time to talk in between. I don’t know how many times he’s said this is Indie, my girlfriend but if I concentrate, I can hear him on my mind now.

“I wish there was some sticker or something we could stick on your forehead” He jokes “I’m Harry’s girlfriend.”

I chuckle but when I’m about to playfully swat at his arm, a blonde girl wearing a lilac gown indicates us to our seat and Harry guides me to the very first row. Oh, boy, where have I gotten myself in?

Less than a minute after we sit, his mother stands next to him. She looks even prettier than she does in the picture he’s got on his bedside table and even if she could be my mum, she intimidates me. She’s absolutely gorgeous, with lively green eyes and dark hair and for the love of God she looks so much like her son.

“Finally” she smiles at me “I get to meet you.”

“Hey, mum” Harry stands up from the bench and I follow suit “this is Indie. Indie, meet my mum, Anne.”

“It’s really a pleasure to meet you, darling. Unbelievably, you are even prettier than in pictures.”

Harry grins. Is he proud? I think he’s proud at his mother’s compliments to me. I smile despite the heat on my cheeks.

“Thank you. You look stunning too.”

“Thanks. Uh, here comes the groom!”

We all sit down and see Michal walking down the aisle with his arm intertwine to the one of a woman. I suppose that’s his mum. He smiles at Anne when he gets to us and then he takes his place on the altar and holds his hands together over his belt. He looks at the flowers arch with a big smile waiting for his lover.

A few minutes after, not making him wait too much, everyone in the chapel turns her head and down the aisle, we watch a stunning, very happy and extremely beautiful Gemma making her way all dressed in white; wheelchair included. Her dad walks on her side and their arms are intertwined and only when Gemma’s past us, three little girls dressed in white too come into view. They have spread flowers all over the floor after Gemma and one of them had actually been pushing the chair. They look like little angels.

Michal sits down on a white metallic chair adorned with white flowers, just like Gemma’s, and they both stare at each other and giggle and that’s when the bubble forms and everyone different from them two just gets to stare but we’re all out of it.

I hear the ceremony and as beautiful as it is and as gorgeous as the two of them look, my eyes keep drifting at Harry because he’s smirking the entire time and I have never seen him so handsome.

I cannot believe, out of all the people in the world, he chose me to sit next to him today. I am the first girl he brings home and there’s one part of me that feels so special but there’s another part who wished that wasn’t true because it makes me realize how hard it’s really going to be for this to work. After all, who stays with the first girl they bring home forever?

His green eyes set on me for a second and he smiles. The air is out of my lungs.

“Gemma, you are the smartest person I know but not even you could understand how incredibly lucky I feel to be here with you today and become your husband. I remember wanting to have, and sometimes making up, excuses to talk to you and now look at us.” They both giggle “You are my best friend, Gem, and you’ll always be so today I vow to change your name in my phone from ‘lady friend’ to ‘wifey’.” Soft giggles accompany Gemma’s through the chapel and Michal grins at her before continuing. “I vow to always appreciate your laugh, your smile, your caring nature and that face you make when I add too much chili to your nachos. I promise if there's only one beer left, I'll let you have it and to always make sure there’s Earl Grey on the cabinet. I promise to always love you without conditions or reservations, even when you make me watch the Bachelor, and to show it with care and consideration. I promise I’ll be patient, even if that means I’ll have to listen to how I should have gotten you ice-cream even if you said you were on a diet.” He smiles. “I vow to always remember these vows and to love and honour you for as long as I shall live.”

“Those were really great vows.” Gemma nods her head.

“Right?” Michal’s nose shrinks as he nods along with his almost-wife and everyone starts laughing. “I felt it, I felt like I owned it.”

“You really did, babe.”

They both giggle and just as fast as the distention of laughter have fallen upon us, a sort of intensity covers my shoulders but the smile is still on my face, and on Harry’s, when Gemma clears her throat.

“Michal, I had never believed in destiny until God gave me a second chance and ever since then I’ve always thought he didn’t let me go then because I didn’t yet know you.” I see Harry’s emotion on the way his shoulders tense and hear his breath getting stuck on his throat. I land a hand on his shoulder. “So thank God you took that gap year in Colombia.” And then he lets out something similar to a chuckle and I realize Gemma’s a master, much like her brother, for she knew she had dropped the mood and then masterly lifted it up again. “I have thought very hard about what to say today because I could never list all the things I love about you for I love your thoughtfulness and your kindness but also the way you weirdly get excited about pumpkin late and how your eyes crinkle when you laugh very had. And it’s for those things that today I want to vow that I will never forget that you are the love of my life and that in the darkest moments, I will always have a friend in you and you will always have a friend in me. From this day on, you will never walk alone. I mean, technically you will, but you know what I mean.” Michal shakes his head and laughs and Harry clicks his tongue at her sister’s dark humour but smirks anyway. “I vow to be your strength when you feel weak, to only fight you when you’re fighting yourself and to fight beside you for the rest of the times. I vow to pretend not to be annoyed when you pretend you don’t like The Bachelor and to listen to you when you talk about footie.” She takes a deep breath that can be heard through the church and Michal gives her a loving smile. “You know, when I was studying journalism with Chloe, before every presentation we would look into each other’s eyes and tell each other ‘I believe in you’ and even though we never really talked about what that really means, to me it meant ‘I love you and whatever happens out there, I’ve got your back’ so since words cannot do it, I promise to show you, for the rest of my life, how much I love you because Michal Mlynowski, I believe in you.”

Harry and I stand behind as the just married couple exist the church and I don’t say anything because I know he needs this moment to himself. His eyes are shut and he’s looking up with his hands on his hips. Respecting the silence, I wrap my arms around his waist and rest the side of my head on his chest and it takes him about a second to wrap his arms around me too. I feel his muscles relaxed until he’s as soft as his muscles allow him to feel and rests his cheek on the top of my head.

“You know you’re not alone, right?”

He doesn’t answer nor move so I pull away from him enough so I can look into his eyes. His eyes lock with mine but he remains expressionless.

“You’ve got me.” I offer.

My words change the pattern of his breathing and his eyes set on every inch of my face, as if he was looking for a tiny wound. After not finding any, his eyes set on my lips and even though he doesn’t say anything, I know that look. I’ve seen it before and I know what he wants so I tilt my neck back and press my lips against his in a tender, innocent kiss, letting a flood of butterflies loose on my belly and my heart. When I pull away, he presses a tender kiss on the tip of my tongue and then on my forehead.

“I know, baby.”

He leans down and kisses me again but since he was the one initiating the kiss now, he’s also the one taking control of it, and this time he deepens it and I suck his breath on my throat. My heart’s beating fast and I… I…

“You have no idea what you’re doing now” he whispers “but the only reason I managed to go through that without any artificial sedatives was because you were there.”

I swallow the lump on my throat. I really don’t want to mess up and I don’t think there’s anything I could say to him right now that would really hold the meaning of whatever it is that I’m feeling right now.

Dinner was surprisingly fun. I thought I was going to be awkward, always measuring what words I could use or what I couldn’t say around them and I genuinely thought the mood was going to be a lot more tense but Harry isn’t as bad around his family as I thought he’d be.

We’ve been casually talking and his mum Anne has proven to be the sweetest woman in the world, explaining Harry’s caring nature and his own kindness, and welcoming me in the family like I had been coming over to birthday parties and family dinners for ages.

Gemma and Michal are also quite funny, which I had already realized as they vowed, and I’ve found out Michal has a real talent when it comes about teasing Harry, which has been quite funny to me.

“Harry, I think it’s time.” Michal tells him.

I tilt my neck to give Harry a look but he just nods at Michal before he stands up. He makes his way towards a little stand I haven’t even seen before after taking a glass of champagne from one of the trays the waiters are holding and I watch him, completely hypnotised, as he smiles and runs a hand through his hair in front of the microphone.

“Hi” He clears his throat “Good evening, everyone. I’m Harry, I’m Gemma’s younger brother, even though I think you all know that and I’m standing here about to give a speech ‘cause she’s begged me to, quite simply.” Everybody laughs but he just raises his eyebrows and shakes his head as if saying it’s the truth. “Uh, when I was thinking about what to say tonight… So 30 minutes ago,” He knows when the laughter is coming so he stops and grins and my heart stops every time “I thought that, uh, I should really start thanking my sister; thank you, Gem, for making it so easy for me to be Mum’s favourite child.” Gemma laughs out loud and everyone joins her. “As most of you know, I’m a doctor, I’m an Anaesthesiologist and Gemma is… Gemma’s brave.” His sister laughs. “She was brave when she stood her ground and decided to study journalism even when most people would tell her no; she was brave when she learnt to live a new life, in a totally different situation and she taught me how to do that; she was brave when she started her own business but mostly she was brave when she agreed to marry Michal.” Michal laughs and nods approving his brother-in-law’s joke and I didn’t really know Harry could be so funny, except I did know. “It’s such a blissful, beautiful thing for me to see my sister trusting and loving someone so much, someone who loves her and trusts her just as much and who clearly married up” He grins and I love it because I can see the chuckle he’s holding back “and it’s also a wonderful thing to win a brother like Michal because… Michal, I love you, you love me, we love each other… Although” he stops to add some dramatism and everyone smiles in anticipation “we kind of are polar opposites. He’s funny,” his hand opened in the air points at the direction of the groom before he rests his palm on his chest “I’m smart. He’s athletic, I’m incredibly good looking” he chuckles and so does everyone else “but the thing we both have in common is Gemma and how much… It annoys us when she makes the whole family watch The Bachelor.” He chuckles. “No, but seriously, Gem, you’re my best sister and I love you more than I could ever say to you. Growing up, we didn’t always see eye to eye, I used to kidnap your dolls and ask you for ransoms and you didn’t let me use your karaoke but I can’t imagine my life without you and I know I wouldn’t be half the man I am if you hadn’t been there to show me what it means like to be strong, to be brave and to be kind. I was told recently that it shows that I was raised among women, and this includes you, dad” he jokes “because I am protective by nature and I think it’s true” his green eyes, amused, nervous and brave look at me for a second before they set on his sister “because, even though I’m younger, I have always been and will always be protective of you, Gem and I’ll protect you because I need you.” He clears his throat but I know it’s an attempt to get rid of the emotion clinging on his throat. “I have always admired you and I always will and I wish you and Michal the very best and a long, happy life full of love and joy because that’s what you deserve. Mum made me say that.” He grins at bride and groom and lifts his glass in the air and so do we all. “So let’s have a toast for Mr and Mrs Mlynowski and for all the good they’ll bring to the world. To Gemma and Michal, I believe in you.”

Bringing my glass to my lips, I still see Harry having a sip of his champagne. I tense up. That’s the first time I see him drink. He comes back to the table and hugs both his brother-in-law and his sister for the longest time and then Michal indicates we shall mingle around for a few minutes whilst they get dessert ready.

Harry rests his hand on my waist and gently pulls me away from the just married and towards the very centre of the hall. I politely decline yet another glass of wine I’m offered and the waiter walks away.

“You can drink in front of me, you know?”

“I know. I’ve done it plenty of times before.”

“I’m not an ex-alcoholic, if that’s what you think.” He smirks.

“That is not what I thought. You said you didn’t drink because you don’t like alcohol. You never said you had trouble with it.”

He nods his head slowly before he leans down until his lips brush the shell of my ear.

“My mother does.” He whispers. “The reason I don’t drink is because I’ve seen what alcohol did to my mum when she was indeed an alcoholic and I don’t want that for me.”

My blood boils. I get furious that he had to go through that too but then I look at him, and it’s like I realize I won’t help anybody with that anger, and then I feel cold that he’s dropping a bomb like this in the middle of a wedding and that he’s trusting me with this now. I give him a lips closed smiles.

“It looks like you enjoy dropping bombs at family reunions.” I joke.

He chuckles. And when a waiter passes next to us with a tray full of champagne glasses, he takes two of them and hands me one with a big smile. I take it and inevitable smile back at him.

“That was such a great speech you gave.” I congratulate him. “Funny, witty, tender… I enjoyed it.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t know you had such a way with words.”

“Yeah, I understand why you wouldn’t know that.” We both giggle at his comeback. “But… I actually write sometimes.”

“Oh, you do?”

He nods.

“Yeah, I started doing it as a thing in therapy. You know I had like this journal where I was supposed to write my own feelings and like elaborate on them as part of a bigger understanding… And now, I just… Still write sometimes.”

“Have you written anything about me?” I smirk.

A timid smirk escapes his suppression and he looks away from me. Oh, God; he has.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“You so have.”

I’m about to ask him more on that when a few young people join us. There’s the blond girl who told us to take our seats at the beginning of the ceremony, a tall brunette guy with short hair and a quarterback’s smile and a lanky guy with kind eyes but naughty smirk.

“Nice speech, Harry.”

“Funny.” The girl said.

“Thank you, lads. I think you all know this is Indie and Indie, these are Laura, Max and Liam, my cousins.”

“Oh, hi.”

“Hello there.” The girl I now know is named Laura smiled. “D’you know Mum and Auntie Sally have been talking about you two all dinner?” She smirks.

Harry shakes his head.

“I mean, even at your sister’s wedding, dude, you’re the one who makes the family talk.”

“Your mum and Aunt Sally don’t need a reason to gossip though. We both know that.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She giggles. “But hey, how are you holding up? I bet everyone is driving you crazy, coming up to you to talk, get to know you… Only Harry would introduce his first ever girlfriend in such a day.”

“She can take it.” He grins.

“It’s actually been quite fun.” I admit. “My mum’s Spanish and she’s got eleven siblings so-”

“Crap!” She says.

“Holy shit!” Harry chuckles.

“I’m used to big family gatherings.”

“For the love of God, eleven siblings are quite a lot of siblings.”

“Do they all also have many children?” Harry asks.

“Not all. I have 24 cousins.”

“What?” They all laugh and I laugh along with them.

We keep on talking and I learn a lot of things about Harry’s family, the big picture, but he also learns his fair amount about mine. We also chat with his grandparents for a while and they both are so sweet and British they make my heart swoon.

Harry’s Nana keeps insisting on him bringing me over some time for tea and biscuits for she still keeps of her silk clothes from when she was young and she wants to show them to me. She used to be a dressmaker and she used to design and sew her own dresses so I bet she’s proud of them. Her grandad just sits there and stares at her but he also adds some of the dresses he remembers and that just has me turning into mush. I love elderly couples what can I say?

We go back to our table for the wedding cake and I am so happy and excited I even have one and a half pieces. Harry and I shared the second piece as I talk with Anne about her mother’s dresses. She herself tells me about her wedding dress and it’s only when her eyes drop to my knee and she smiles that I notice her son has his hand resting there. I’m so used to our physical contact, that I think it would be easier for me to notice its absence at this point. My cheeks tinge pink.

The little angels that were throwing flowers after Gemma come running to our table with flowers crowns on their little heads and I recognize those curly locks, similar to Harry’s, on one of the little girls’ mane of hair. The must all be under 5 years old and they look so adorable I wonder how I haven’t noticed them during dinner. The tallest one blows on a bubble blower on Harry’s face and he tilts his neck back frowning jokingly and making the little one laugh.

“Oh, bubbles on my face, just what I wanted.”

He leans down, resting his elbows on his knees, so he can see the kids eye to eye.

“They dressed you up like little angels today, didn’t they? Then why are you still fighting to be the devil?”

“I won gold on my last gymnastics competition.” The little kid just changed the topic and Harry gasps exaggerating his surprise.

“That is very impressive, May.”

She nods her little head and I notice her eye drifting to me intermittently. She clearly doesn’t know who the fuck I am but I think she’s too shy to ask. Harry follows her sideways gaze until our eyes meet and then he smirks and leans down to whisper something at the little girl’s ear. Her mouth opens wide as she stares at me and I smile at her before I give Harry a look. He just smirks.

“She has got such long hair.” Little May says.

“She does.”

“Lucy, Lucy!” May tilts her neck so she can talk to younger little girl. “She’s a mermaid.” She whispers.

I look at Harry but he just grins.

“Why don’t you guys introduce yourselves?”

“My name is May and I’m 4.”

“My name is Lucy Ecran and I’m 3 and my mummie is called Angela and my daddy is called Finn.”

“We are sisters.” May explains.

Yeah, I figured that on my own the moment they started talking. I grin at then and offer they my hand and they shake it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, girls. I love your dress and your flowers. And congrats on the gold.”

“She really is a mermaid, Lucy.”

I suck my lips inside my mouth so I don’t laugh but before I can tell Harry to tell the girls the truth, a little boy dressed like a man comes running and tags May. She panics for a second but then her little chubby hands swats Harry’s chest as she yells tagged and runs away.

I was not expecting Harry to stand up from his chair and jog after the little girls but the two of them erupt into an adorable fist of giggles and the image warms my heart. I don’t know why I’m surprised, Harry’s so caring it makes sense these little girls would like him. He’s funny too and I’m sure he actually listens to them when they want to tell him stories about kindergarten or gymnastics.

“They love him.” Anne says.

Tilting my neck, I realize she’s also looking at them as they run around.

“Naturally.” I agree. “He’s sweet.”

Her green eyes, much like her son’s, lock with mine.

“I am so happy Harry finally found you.”

I swallow at the way she said that. Finally found me… As if he had somehow been looking… But I have to admit, sometimes I feel like we found each other too. I guess… I never thought I was going to find any other person ever again and yet, when we’re alone and I look at him and we I hear him breathing beside me on the bed, I just think… It kind of had to happen.

“I thought I was never going to say the day.” She smiles but her eyes are getting teary. “He’s been… Like… Gone, for a while.”

“How was he? Before the accident.”

She takes a deep breath. I don’t know her but I think my question caught her off guard.

“He was… He laughed a lot and he had all these plans; he could talk about the future for hours… He joked all the time too.”

“Well, he still has his fair amount of jokes.” I smile.

She grins.

“I guess he now has someone who laughs at them.”

“He’s great.” I nod. “I actually admire you for having raised such a wonderful, caring, kind man. I don’t want to take the credit away from him, after all, he chooses to be like that every day, but I still think the bigger part is thanks to you.”

“I’ve always wondered how he’d do in a relationship because, as caring and affectionate as he is, he’s also always had a very clear, very private inner world. He’s a private person, he’s always been, so I wondered… You know, if he would actually let someone really in. We’re very close, we’ve always been… He’s helped me so much, even when he was just a boy, but still sometimes I felt like there was always another part of him I couldn’t really reach.”

My eyes look away from hers. I can’t tell her that I’m worse than her son at that. I don’t know what to say so I just sigh and shake my head.

“Well, I… I think that’s… Good.” Anne’s eyes set on mine and I can’t believe I’m about to sort of contradict her on the first night we met. “I mean he doesn’t have to share everything with me.” I need to fix this. Come on, explain yourself, Blue. “I’m happy he shares whatever he needs or wants to, but if he wants to keep some things to himself, that’s cool too.”

The corners of her lips curl up in a lips closed smile and I feel relieved that she didn’t feel offended. I mean I never meant to, but some people these days, they take everything to heart…

“That’s a beautiful way to see it.”

I smile.

“I love the way his mind works, the way he thinks… Fascinates me and every time he shares that with me, I feel… Lucky and special and I think it’s a gift he’s giving me but he doesn’t have to.”

“Who doesn’t?” Harry runs a hand through his hair as he stands before us and his mum giggles.

“Did you catch her?” I ask.

“May? She’s a gold medal gymnast.” He frowns as if saying are you crazy?

I laugh and he smirks.

“I tagged Adam.”

The three of us giggle and in the background, we see Adam running after the kids. I think Marie would love to see this.

“Harry, dear.” Harry’s Nana reaches her hand to Harry’s waist and he turns his body and hold her hands to welcome her in our small group of three. “I wanted to come chat some more to Indie.”

Harry gives me a smile and helps his grandma sits down on his chair. Michal calls his name and he gives me questioningly look as asking for my permission so I frown and shrug and he reaches his now brother-in-law and his sister. His mother, his grandma and me start a conversation about books and I feel excitement takes over me as the three of us talk about Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath and Anne tells me growing up her mum and dad used to have this little library, on such small house, but that to her it always looked quite big and she wondered how it was possible for someone to read that many books.

My parents themselves read quite a lot. I don’t remember a single moment on the garden, being little and playing with my siblings that my dad wasn’t reading a book. He used to read them with a pencil too and he used to underline shit. I think I got that from him, all my copies are underlined.

Anne excuses herself to join her children and Harry’s Nana, Esme, tells me about her own experience, growing up and getting married and having kids, when all she was supposed to do was just that.

“And I was happy, I swear, I don’t think two people could love each other as Edward and I love one another but that is because he knows, you know? He told me, when we going to get engage, he said to me ‘Esme, I know you don’t love me now, but you will and that’s a promise’ and he was handsome, you know, he was very handsome but all I wanted back then was to have a voice of my own.”

“A room of one’s own, eh?”

She smiles.

“That’s right. And that’s what I got. I could do whatever I wanted, you know, Edward was just the guy who would support me, no questions asked. I think that’s why I did that many dresses. It was my own thing… And he loved them all.”

From the corner of my eye I can see Harry’s grandad surrounded by his family and yet his green eyes would look for his wife. They got married in 1950 and it just sounds so crazy to me that in that time, I mean it wasn’t that long ago, was it? Still women had to do as men told them.

One of Harry’s cousins, a pretty girl as well, for everyone in this family seems to be out of a magazine, joins Esme and me and Esme starts boasting off her granddaughter, much like she would do of Gemma or Harry, I’m sure.

I see Harry making his way towards me. He has been talking to his mum and I wonder whether she’s told him about our chat over him. I wouldn’t mind if she did, I think it would be nothing new for him.

“Blue,” he bows a little so I can listen to him better from my sitting position “do you want to dance?”

My lips curl up at the corners and I stand up. My eyes lock with his. He seems timid.

“Thought you said you didn’t dance.”

“Mum told me to ask you. Come on, I asked for this song.”

I roll my eyes but let him guide me to the dance floor. It sounds like a song from the eighties and it doesn’t surprise me but I don’t know what to expect when a very deep voice starts saying “Girl, you know we belong together. I have no time for you to be playing with my heart like this. You’ll be mine forever, baby, you just see.” But after that, a very beautiful, soothing voice takes the lead and I haven’t seen the singer but I know he’s black. We belong together and you know that I’m right.

Harry’s hands rest on my back, behind my waist, and mine intertwine behind his neck as we slowly move. I have never done this with him but my heart is about to explode. Why do you play with my heart? Why do you play with my mind? He doesn’t say anything and neither do I for I’m listening to the song he said he asked for and I feel like a tide untie inside my body. I feel the waves moving up and down and I swear I feel just like I do after we untangle from one another after our closeness. I am on my tippy toes at the edge of losing conscience, right in that place where so far he’s only got me naked, but right now, even though I’m fully dressed, I am feeling naked on everything that’s not clothes.

When I can't sleep at night without holding you tight

Girl, each time I try I just break down and cry

Pain in my head oh I'd rather be dead

Spinning around and around

“D’you know the song?” He asks me at last.

I shake my head and he just nods but his green eyes don’t leave me as his gaze undresses me.

“You introduced me as Indie to everyone.” My voice comes out as a whisper but he’s unfaced by it.

“That’s how everyone calls you.”

“But you call me Blue.”

His eyes look into mine but he remains silent and stern, his lips are closed and I know he’s not going to comment on that. Yet somehow I understand, not everyone gets to call me Blue and he likes it just as much as I do.

“Mum loves you.” He says out of the blue. “I can’t leave you now.” His eyebrows raised on his forehead but I swat his chest because I know he’s kidding.

“We should visit your grandparents one day.”

“You wanna visit Esme?” He smirks.

“And Edward.”

“Oh, so you wanna make sure I really don’t leave you, eh? Becoming Nana’s friend too… Should have known before I brought you in here…”

I roll my eyes and he just chuckles.

“You don’t have to worry, baby, don’t have to try either.”

“I like them.” I confess. “You have a beautiful family and your speech was beautiful too.” He smirks. “And… I mean… So are you. You’re beautiful as well.”

His lips, still closed, curl into a smile and I feel my face heating up.

“Thank you, baby.” He leans down and presses a chaste kiss on my lips. “Mum’s probably watching us.” His whisper sounds muffled against my lips and I chuckle.

“Do your cousins still think I’m a mermaid?”

“Now they think you’re the princess of the sea.” I give him a warning look but he swears to be innocent. “That was all Max. So are you having fun?”

“I am, yes. And you?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “I meant every word I said up there.”

“Guay.” I smile. “Me alegro.” (I’m happy for you.)

I tilt my neck back and capture his lips with mine and we kiss slowly and intimately, even though yes, his mum is probably watching and who knows who else but I can’t bring myself to care. When we pull apart, out of breath, he pecks the tip of my nose and smiles.

“I realized something today…”

My pulse accelerates and I swallow the fear and the anticipation of what might be to come but he just smiles and his green eyes burn into mine and he doesn’t say anything else. I don’t need him to. I know what it is.

I rest the side of my head on his chest and we keep dancing for Lord know how long. But after that slow dancing of ours, there comes some drinks and he actually drinks a little too and we end up jumping and dancing with his cousins and Gemma and Michal and I’m happy to see him like this.

I don’t know what time it is when Anne approaches the two of us with her coat on. Harry and I are resting our bags on the structure that holds the white marquee where the party is dying down.

“Here you are.” She smiles. “I was wondering, would you guys like to sleep at home tonight? You can leave whenever you want tomorrow but just so you don’t have to drive all the way back to Grad now.”

Harry’s eyes search for mine but I have nothing to say.

“Thank you very much Mum, we would really appreciate that.”

“Of course!” She smiles. Wow she really did want us to stay. “Go grab your coats, say bye. I’ll wait by the car.”

We do as we’re told and I walk with Harry towards his car. Anne’s standing next to the driver’s door and I almost smile. I don’t know why it surprised me that Harry lends his mum his car but for some reason I had pictured him to be some sort of car lover that doesn’t let anyone drive it. I wonder if he’d let me. The ride is silent and I take this time to myself. There’s nothing wrong with any of this. There can’t be.

I recognize the main road of Bellamond from last weekend. We pass the football field where Harry parked when we went to Tino’s and take a turn to the right. We drive past a school, an outpatients clinic and past a small park.

“Was that where you went to school?” I ask Harry.

“Yes.” He smiles.

“Is it still the same? I mean, was it like that when you were little?”

“How old do you think I am, miss?”

I throw my head back and laugh while he jokes about how there used to be dinosaurs when he went to school but for the rest of it, it’s pretty much the same. I imagine a little Harry with huge green eyes and curly hair walking inside school, when kids are so little their school bags are bigger than them. I imagine him having a cupcake on the recess for somebody’s birthday and eating a small sandwich with pickles the rest of the days.

“And we’re home!” Anne croons.

Stepping out of the car, I can’t really see much in the dark but I see a huge garden, carefully looked after, and a two floors house with a white door and white windows that contrast with the bricks.

“Your bed is made.” Anne whispers as we enter the house. “Now, I’m exhausted but you kids can have a cup of tea or something. I just… You will have to excuse me but I need my beauty sleep.”

“Sure.”

“Of course, Anne, thank you very much.”

“Oh, nonsense, this is your house.” She dismisses me. “Anyway, good night. Sleep well.”

“You too.” Harry smiles. “So… Do you want tea or water or milk or even… I don’t know, are you hungry?”

“No.” I frown. I’ve eaten so much I think if I roll up in a ball I might actually make one. “I’m good, thank you.”

“Okay.” He whispers. “Then let’s go to bed.”

He walks past me and turns on the light in the kitchen. The cupboards are white but the countertop and the household appliances are dark grey. Harry gets two glasses from the cupboard over the sink and fills them with water and asks me to turn off the light before we make our way upstairs.

I’m the one opening the door for his hands are full and when I enter his childhood room, I have a look around and feel my insides warming up. My house is a lot less personal. Even growing up, my Mum did the decorations of the entire house and even though she did it thinking of us and I loved my room, it still doesn’t feel as personal as this. There are posters from different bands and Elvis on the wall and he’s got a record player on the corner near the window. The room is painted a dark blue and even if it might make the space smaller, it also makes it cosier.

He takes off my coat and places it on his desk alongside his.

“I quite like your room.”

“You do?”

I nod at his rhetorical question and feel his hands over my ass. I tilt my neck to look at him.

“Come here.”

His hands fully wrap around my hips and he pulls me to him until my chest collides with his and he kisses me. His lips mould against mine and his tongue gently pushes inside my mouth. He smells so good… And fuck, this suit… Looks so sexy on him. This Peaky Blinder thing is really doing wonders to my sex thrive. I gasp and his hands grab my ass and I feel his nails sinking down the back of my thighs over my dress.

“H” I gasp “your Mum’s here.”

“My Mum’s passed out on her bed.”

His lips from my mouth to my chin and to the side of my neck and his warm tongue makes my skin cold when he moves away. He nibbles on my neck and his hands squeeze the flesh on my body through my silk dress. His touch is exquisite.

“She could hear us.” My voice comes out as a desperate moan, betraying me like a bitch, and I feel Harry smiling against my skin.

“Well, then you’d have to be quiet, won’t you?”

His mouth comes back to mine before I can answer and his hand, warm and big, cups one of my breasts and makes me moan on his mouth. His hands caress my legs, from my knees to my hips and the dress slips against my skin when he opens his fists.

His lips kiss my neck again. He knows it makes me fucking wet when he does that.

“I haven’t told you” I whisper “but you look so fucking sexy in this suit.”

His white teeth skim my skin as he grins.

“D’you like it?”

“You look like Tommy Shelby.”

He chuckles against my skin.

“And that turns you on?”

“Can you imagine if you were a Peaky Blinder?” I cup his jaw so he looks at me.

Fuck me, he is so handsome. I can feel the definition of his jaw on my hands and his eyes look so hungry and intense with dilated pupils against the brightest green I’ve ever seen.

“I would die.”

He frowns amused.

“Do you want me to be bad and rough?”

My cheeks tinge pink. No, I don’t. I like it the way he does it; gentle until he drives me crazy and then fast and hard and rough. My lips clench between my legs.

“I want you” My heart beats furiously on my chest “in my mouth.”

He doesn’t have any witty remarks to give me and that’s what I thought. Any other day, I would have teased him but he looks so fucking good and I can have him to myself now.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night.” I confess.

I carefully lower down my hand from his shoulder to his chest and I feel his heartbeat, as fast as mine, and I love the way he’s looking at me. I touch him, I touch his chest and his arms and the buttons of his vest and he just lets me give me the same lustful adoration he’s given me plenty of times before.

I can say anything else because his mouth crushes against mine and he can posses me with one kiss and he does, his warm powerful tongue pushes my lips apart before it finds my own and caress it. His fingertips sink on my hips as he takes a deep breath through his nose and then his hands caress my belly until he cups both my breasts and squeezes them.

“Fuck, I want you.”

Still in my dress, I make a show of it as I get on my knees before him and his lips part. I unbutton his pants but keep the rest of his clothes on so I can see him and hooking my fingers on the hem of his pants, I slowly pull them down his thighs and leave him on just his boxers.

I love having him like this, all to myself, without saying a word or having control of the situation. He’s let me have the control for now and I know he trusts me like that. He doesn’t need to know what I’m going to do next. He just stands there and lets me have him and I feel fucking special for that.

I snake my hands under his shirt and caress his abs as I watch every seam of his jacket and the way it hugs his muscles. He is so fucking hot. I hook my fingers on his boxers and pull them down his legs so his hard, healthy, desperate cock is right there for me. I lick my lips before I hold the base between my fingers and lick a slow, timid stripe from the base to the line where the head begins. He gasps. I do it again.

“Please, baby” he groans “don’t play.”

Our eyes meet and I give him a little smile before I wrap my mouth around him and give him what he wants.

“Fuck.”

I feel his fingers tangling on my hair until his palm massages my scalp and I bow my head, slow and superficially at first, so he’s not yet reaching my throat, before I take him out of my mouth and lick him. His lubrication mixes with my saliva and always holding his base, I devour him like I’ve never devoured anyone ever in my life.

I want him and I want him forever and I know this might not be the most romantic time to realize that but that’s what it is. My yearning for him overcomes every other thought I might have in this moment and all I can think about, and all I am even, is just another part of him.

This time he doesn’t need to ask me to look at him because my eyes search him. I can’t take them off him. The sight of his manhood, this thick and close, drives me crazy so I think the fact that my eyes still look for him talks about how wonderful he really looks tonight.

Our eyes lock and I let my tongue out as I feed myself with him before I wrap my lips around him and suck. I feel him throbbing on my tongue.

“Fuck me, baby…” He groans. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Every time my tongue takes an extra slow lick he closes his eyes so I do it all the time because I love watching him and the way he grunts and moans when I suck him. I free him with a pop and pump my wrist instead, sucking his balls inside my mouth instead and his grip on my hair tightens.

“Shit.”

He’s fighting for breath and I revel on how vulnerable we both are right now. I’m keeling on the floor for him and yet he’s the one at my mercy. I lick him from the base to the tip and lick the crown of his hard on in circles. I smile when I look up at him.

“Fuck, you know perfectly fine…”

What I’m doing. I hold his thighs so I can use him as counterweight and leverage as I bop my head and feel his muscles tensing under my hand.

“Oh, baby”

I clench my thighs together trying to relieve some of the tension his grunts and moans are building on the lower side of my belly and between my legs and Harry places one hand on the wall beside him to support his weight whilst I bring him closer and closer to the climax with my mouth. I don’t take my eyes off his and I know that drives him crazy. His jaw is clenched when his lips don’t part and he lets out soft grunts. His hand moves from my hair down my cheek and his fingertips caress my upper lip.

“Fucking hell, love.”

I have all of him and I moan as he fills my mouth until I feel him on the back of my throat. I know when to stop so as not to gag and when I look up at him, he moans.

“I’m gonna cum, love.”

I nod my head while I keep on sucking and in a second, like he promised, he moans and I feel his hot cum on my tongue. I lick and swallow all of it whilst his thumb caresses my cheek lovingly and I lean my head on his head, revelling on his tenderness. When I get him out of my mouth, I give him a shy smile and he chuckles softly before he lifts me back to my feet. When I’m standing up before him, he wraps his arms around my body and pulls me to him in a tender hug almost unsuitable after what I just did to him. I hug him back and we stay like that for a few seconds.

Then his hand moves to the low of my back and he lays me on his bed but stands between my legs. His hands grab my thighs and pull my body to him until my ass is on the edge of the mattress.

“You look so fucking gorgeous in this dress, love.” His hand moves from my thigh to my belly until he cups my breast. “So fucking sexy.”

I desire him so bad it’s starting to hurt but he’s right there for me and I just have to be a little patient. He takes off my heels and then his hands caress my legs from my ankles to my hips, pulling my dress up with them. I moan when his fingers move my knickers away and he touches me. I’m dripping for him, I don’t think I’ve ever been this soaked and I feel like if he touches me twice I’ll combust.

He gathers some of my wetness on his fingers and slips two inside me and I moan and bite my bottom lip because I have to be quiet. I close my fist on his duvet and cling onto it while he thrusts his fingers slowly in and out of me.

I try to be as quiet as possible so only muffled strangled moans leave me every once in a while but I can listen my own wetness and Harry’s breathing. His other hand snakes up my torso and takes the strap of my dress off, exposing my breast before he wraps his lips around my hard nipple. He sucks and licks my breath and I arch my back and bite on my bottom lip. He’s taken off his jacket but it’s even sexier to see him with the cream vest and the blue silk shirt.

“That’s it, baby, you’re being so good, so quiet.” He whispers against my skin.

“Oh, Harry…”

I feel his hot hard on against my thigh as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of me. He hovers me and I hold onto his arm that’s moving his fingers inside me.

“Harry, please” I whisper “get inside. I need you, please.”

I don’t have to say it twice before I feel him filling me and satisfying my frustration. My hands curl around his biceps and he grinds his hips with a delicious, torturous rhythm and we both gasp and softly moan as much as we try to be quiet.

“You’re so beautiful.” He moans. “And you feel so good, fuck.”

I moan and feel my nipples hardening and the knot on my belly tightening and tightening and tightening. My walls flutter. And so does my heart.

“Are you close?” He whispers.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

His lips cover mine and I feel my muscles tensing before I lose conscience for a couple of seconds. Harry keeps pounding over me trying to reach his own climax and overstimulating me. I moan and he kisses me so as to muffle my sounds. We could be heard but fuck, I think I’m gonna pee myself and if I pee on him I’d die from embarrassment.

“Harry, I-”

“Fuck, baby, you’re squirting.”

With another thrust he comes inside me and kisses me deeply but slowly, as if trying to calm me down. I have never felt like this before. I mean sex with him is always amazing but fucking hell I am exhausted, beyond consumed. I kiss him back and take deep breaths.

I’m not fully aware of the next few minutes, but I know he got me cleaned up and took my dress off for me before he took the rest of his clothes off and got in the bed with me. When I turn around, he’s grinning like a kid and I ask him what’s on his mind.

“I’m just thinking, teenage Harry wouldn’t believe this.”

I laugh.

“I’m serious” But he’s grinning when he rests his weight on his elbow next to me and hover my torso. “I can’t believe I just fucked someone as fucking gorgeous as you and that you’ve had me in your mouth and that you’ve fucking squirted. Jesus Christ, I think this was the best night of my life.”

I blush.

“That… Uh… That had never happened to me before.”

He grins.

“If only I had known about this Tommy Shelby fantasy of yours sooner…”

I laugh again but it’s harder and harder to keep my eyes opened so I rest my head on his chest and he hugs me.

“That had nothing to do with Tommy Shelby… It was all you…” I yawn. “I’d have you over him any day. I’d have you over anyone.”

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cherryblossomjin · 4 years

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In His Arms Again (m.)

Early tomorrow you have an interview, and he’ll be off on a plane back to Seoul; the two of you separated again by thousands of miles. But once in a blue moon, both of your schedules will align, and Seokjin will be there, ready to pull you into his arms again.

-- or you’re Hollywood’s Golden Girl and Seokjin is Mr.Worldwide Handsome, and you’re the happiest when the both of you are fortunate enough to be in the same city.

pairing: Seokjin x Celebrity!Reader genre/warnings: unprotected sex (use a condom irl plz!!), slight angst, grammar errors (I literally have not written a short story of any kind since like middle school) word count: 2,630

author’s note: Hi! I’m going crazy in quarantine, and instead of watching the 138th BTS on Crack video I could find on youtube, I decided to try out fanfic writing. Please don’t hesitate to drop a comment. Lmk how I could improve my writing or if I should strop pursing this new hobby immediately lol.

The sharp clicks of your Louboutin heel fill the elevator as you tap your foot incessantly. The numbers on the wall seem to inch higher at the pace of a snail, and the soft French music that is playing does nothing to calm your nerves. You turn your gaze to the mirrored walls on the side of the elevator to observe your appearance. You frown. One of the straps of the black slip dress you’re wearing has fallen off your shoulder, and your make up is a little smudged. Your hair, once styled in perfect waves for the fashion show you were invited to, is now messy from being pushed around at the after party you attended. The same after party that he was at.

You knew Seokjin and the rest of the band would be in Paris this week too, but luck was really on your side tonight when he, Taehyung, and Jungkook showed up at the same high-end night club that you did. Once you saw his broad figure among the crowd and soaked him up in all his 60 inch shoulders fitted in a Gucci jacket glory, you knew you were a goner. All you wanted to do was pull him into your arms, dance with him (leaving maybe a little room for Jesus), and kiss those soft plump lips. However, the fear of unsolicited pictures and rumors on the news about you two the next day outweighed your desires, so you opted to drink one too many shots. You received a text from him a little later on in the night.

Come over tonight, I miss you babe

It had been so long; you can’t remember the last time you saw him. Was it in LA? Shanghai? London? It didn’t matter that you couldn’t remember where. You remembered his tender touchers, his soft whispers of sweet nothings, the way your name sinfully rolled off his tongue, and that’s what made the passing of time in between each visit okay.

You look so hot in that little black dress

Before you can think of a response, you feel a pair of eyes on you and look up to see his gaze on your face from across the dance floor of wasted A-listers. You thank god that he isn’t close enough to see the embarrassing blush that has crossed your face – even if he was you would have blamed it on the alcohol.

A quick response gets you his room number and the address of the hotel he’s staying at. God must really be cheering for you tonight, you think. Seokjin is at the same hotel as you, only a number of floors above your own room. You won’t have to call an Uber to his place and converse with an excited driver about your new movie like you had to do in New York City. And you won’t have to dodge a hoard of fans asking for pictures like you did that one time your hotel was within walking distance from his in Milan. After making a mental note to send flowers to your manager for booking you a room at such an opportune place, you decide to let loose and enjoy the party.

The ding of the elevator snaps you out of your memories from a couple hours earlier. With one last glance in the mirror, you step out into the hall and start walking to his room. Keeping a low profile, you bow your head thinking about how some fans are crazy and extremely talented (you’ll give it to them) enough to leak the camera footage in the halls. But no amount of admiration for a person’s hacking skills would make up for the press you would face if TMZ managed to get their hands on a video of Y/N Y/LN, Hollywood’s Sweetheart, walking to Kim Seokjin’s, 1/7 of the world’s biggest boyband, room at 1:30 am – not to mention the shit your friends would give you for not telling them about your late-night rendezvous.

You finally find yourself at room 1204, and a sudden bought of nerves hits you. It’s been so long since your schedules aligned like this, and you’re worried things will be different. After standing like an idiot by his door for a couple minutes, you wipe your sweaty hands on the silk of you dress and knock three times. There’s a slight shuffling, and before you know it, the door swings open.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing Kim Seokjin up close. Although he has already removed his makeup, his skin still glows in the dim hallway light. His cheeks are a bit flushed from drinking earlier, and a couple strands of his gelled hair grace his forehead. He has foregone the Gucci jacket he was wearing earlier, but kept his white button down and dress pants on. His shirt is unbuttoned a little revealing his toned chest, and the sleeves are rolled up so you can see the green hues of veins on his arms. His eyes sparkle with awe as his vision trails from your body to your anticipating eyes.

You think you might pass out.

“Seokjin” you breathe, finally breaking the silence. Without a warning, you find yourself being pulled into his suite and into his large arms. His lips immediately crash into yours as your back meets the door of the room.

“I’ve been thinking about you so much Y/N. It drives me insane not knowing the next time I’ll see you.” Seokjin whispers into the shell of your ear. He voice is filled with a tinge of sadness and your heart aches. All thoughts of that are out of your head when Seokjin connects his lips with your neck. You whimper in response, pushing your body closer to his.

“Jump baby” he says.

In an instant, his strong arms wrap around your thighs, and he navigates the two of you around the suite and into the king-sized bed. You feel your heart swell when he daintily places you onto the soft mattress as if this is a dream and one wrong move will cause you to disappear

He slowly starts to climb over you, and your lips connect again. You kiss Seokjin like it’s your last, and it might very well be, but you push those thoughts to the back of your mind when he slides his tongue into your mouth.

His hands start to roam the expanse of your body before one settles on your breast. You slide your hands to his exposed chest and work on the remaining buttons of his dress shirt. When you’re done, you push the fabric off his body and admire the sight of his toned abdomen in front of you.

His hips grind into yours, eliciting a moan from your mouth. You lift your own hips hoping for more contact, and you can feel him getting harder. A hand reaches behind you to find the zipper of your slip dress.

“You looked so beautiful in this tonight baby, you don’t even know what you did to me.” Seokjin growls, “But I like it even better on the floor.”

The cheesiness of his last statement is lost in the neediness of his tone. You lift your back up to let his hands unzip the dress, and soon you’re left in nothing but lace panties.

Seokjin’s eyes soak in your body before diving into the expanse of your chest. His plush lips suck at one of your nipples as his hand massages the other. His gestures become rougher as he starts to palm your chest. His other hand slips under the band of your underwear to feel your core. You gasp as his fingers find your clit, and roll the sensitive bud around.

“Tell me how it feels, Y/N” he whispers. “Wanna make you feel good tonight, make up for all the time we lost baby.”

But before you can answer, he slides a finger into your weeping cunt, earning a string of expletives from you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Who did this to you?” Seokjin teases, adding another finger.

“You, fu- Seokjin right there,” you pant, as he curls his fingers and reaches the spot inside of you that has you moaning. He plunges his fingers in and out of you, filling the room with sinful sounds.

You’re hands reach to palm at his clothed dick, but his free hand grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.

“Hold on babygirl, right now it’s all about you.”

So you let him finger you until his name is the only thing you know. Until you feel the warmth building up in the pit of your stomach. Until you cum so hard around his hand that you’re seeing spots.

“You did so good baby” Seokjin coos at you.

You give him a wanton smile before summoning enough strength to push him under you. With the most innocent eyes you can make, you slide lower and lower until your hot breath fans over his crotch. Jin groans in anticipation, never taking his eyes off you. Once again, your fingers work at his belt before pulling the leather out of the loopholes and tossing it carelessly behind you. You pop the button and unzip his dress pants, slowly dragging the black material down his thighs. Your mouth waters at the sight his bulge straining against his boxers. Your hands go to palm him over his underwear, feeling the outline of his cock.

“Don’t tease me Y/N, I’ve waited too long for this”

And with his words you let his dick spring free. It bounces against his toned stomach and you briefly stare in awe.

Another thing you’ll never get used to seeing is Seokjin’s dick. He is girthy, but his length is what makes you moan in need. The head is flush red and leaking beads of precum, and an angry vein pops out on the side. You thank your past self for being such a Good Samaritan that you ended up with Kim Seokjin in this life - granted even if it occurs only a handful of times a year.

You take his dick into your hand and begin to stroke up and down. Your fingers brush the precum around, lubricating his cock. Then you lean forward and plant a small kiss on the head. Your tongue peaks out to tease at the slit, and the groan that comes out of Jin sounds melodious. Slowly, you sink your mouth deeper before pulling up and sucking. You bob your head, take him deeper and deeper until he reaches the back of your throat. Increasing your pace, you try not to gag. Seokjin reaches to thread his fingers through your silky waves of hair. He begins to guide your head, gently thrusting his hips up to meet your soft lips.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so good to me baby.” He gasps. Another moan escapes his lips, and you smile at the fact that you’re the one making him feel this way.

His grip on your hair gets tighter, ripping you out of your thoughts. He forgoes the gentle touches as he tries to reach his high. You can feel that he’s close, and with a couple hard sucks from you, he’s a mess. His hot seed spills down your throat, trailing down your mouth as he pulls his sensitive dick out.

You think Seokjin sounds so pretty when he cums that he could make a track of just his moans and it would still be number one on Billboard.

Strong hands reach to pull you up until your lips reach Jin’s and he kisses you hard. He flips you over so that your frame is entrapped by his muscular arms.

“Seokjin, I need you.” You whine into his intoxicating mouth.

“Don’t worry baby, gonna fuck you so good.” He groans.

Impatient for him to fill you up, your hand reaches between your bodies to guide his dick to your entrance. Both of you moan when he brushes his cock against you, coating it in your slick. The contact is enough to make you cry.

Slowly, he pushes into you, filling your tight hole inch by inch. You forgot how big he is and there’s a tinge of pain as he bottoms out inside of you. Another cry escapes your lips as the pain quickly turns into pleasure. Seokjin waits a second for you to adjust to him before sliding out and pushing his cock into you with more force. He begins to move faster, deeper, and you moan when the head of his big dick reaches the right spot inside of you.

“Right there Jin, keep going.” You whimper.

His brows are knit in concentration as he pummels his girth in and out of you. The sounds of his body connecting with yours fills the empty suite. It’s music to your ears. He continues to thrust into you, filling you up deliciously. You feel the familiar warmth start to build in the pit of your stomach. Seokjin can sense the closeness of your climax, and he begins to slam into you with a newfound intensity.

“You feel so good around me baby, I wanna feel you cum around my cock.” He praises.

The delicateness of his voice in contrast to his rough thrusts into your body has you quivering. A small tear slips from the corner of your eye, and before you know it, your orgasm hits you hard. Jin’s cock continues to pump in an out of you as he tries to reach his own high. He drives into you with determination, and you clench your oversensitive pussy around him. The sensation is too much for him, and you feel his hot cum fill you up. He reaches down to pull you into a passionate kiss, dick beginning to soften inside you. When he slides out, you whine at the sensation of his seed seeping out of you.

Seokjin lays on his back and pulls you so that you’re resting on his chest. He nuzzles his head into your hair, as he inhales your scent. The balcony doors of his room are open. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower glistens, and the white curtains of the suite billow in the spring breeze. You turn to look at Jin’s face, the lights from the beautiful Parisian night softly illuminating his features. He smiles tenderly at you. This is what heaven must feel like, you think.

The rest of your night is spent in Seokjin’s arms as you two catch up on everything there is to catch up on.

Seokjin sings a little bit of his unreleased song to you, and you maybe give a couple spoilers on how your next movie ends. He tells you about the time Namjoon broke a car door while they filmed Bon Voyage, and you chuckle, expecting nothing less from Jin’s clumsy bandmate. You tell him about how nervous you were to win your first Oscar, and he bashfully admits to watching your acceptance speech more than a couple times (maybe 23, but he’s a little too prideful to admit it outright). Both of you fight the drowsiness of your eyes, treasuring the small amount of time you have left together. Early tomorrow you have a magazine interview, and he’ll be off on a plane back to Seoul; the two of you separated again by thousands of miles. But you also know that once in a blue moon, both of your schedules will align, or Seokjin will finally get that vacation he’s been begging his manager for, or you’ll take that trip to Korea you’ve always wanted to take. Whatever it is, you know Seokjin will be there, ready to pull you into his arms again.

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bailey-whalieee · 4 years

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It Wasn’t His for the Taking

It was her gift to offer.

Request: Extreme Bucky fluff? 🥺🥺 I’m honestly bad with request so yeah—there’s that. @halietigges (I hope you don’t mind the little bit of smut!)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2667

Warning- reader being slightly taken advantage of, soft smut, fluff, & a soft cuddly/protective Buck

Also, this is my first time writing smut so, no judging!!

✮

Two sweaty bodies, a college frat party, and liquor.

Her body was smashed up against a random guy’s body. His hand ran up and down her clothed waist, tugging softly at the fabric that withheld a goddesses figure. A gift in wrapping paper. His touch was rough and he grabbed in all the wrong places.

Another grab at her ass.

Then a hand settling on her waist.

The other kneading her breasts like they were his and his only.

The liquor was clouding her judgement and she mistaken his hand for someone else’s. It was a touch she craved day and night. Y/n dreamt of his soft touches and his gentle demeanor.

The boy began to attack her neck with harsh kisses, suckling and biting at the sensitive skin with no remorse. And up the stairs they both went. Breathing heavily, practically clinging to one another.

Touching. Feeling. Squeezing.

Y/n felt the liquor slowly leaving her mind and allowing her to think more clearly. The guy had his shirt off and hands were fumbling with the button on her jeans. Her shirt had been thrown at the foot of the unknown bed.

This kid was ruining the gift.

He was shredding the wrapping paper that was supposed to be opened delicately and precisely.

One word fell from her lips. “Stop.”

It was loud enough for the boy to hear, but he didn’t stop. He continued to unbutton her pants and play with her angel skin, nipping at her neck every so often. She grabbed his hand to prevent him from pulling down her pants, but his hand caught hers and forced them above her head.

Y/n was sobering up by the second, the liquor practically disappearing from her veins. He was pulling down her jeans revealing the baby blue lace panties. A smirk forming on his lips as Y/n fought against him more.

“Stop-Let me go- I don’t want this,” she gasped, flinching in his grasp.

He didn’t stop.

Without a doubt in her mind, she crashed her knee into his crotch and kicked him off her. A shout of pain fell from his mouth as she rebuttoned her pants and searched for her shirt. She scanned over the room and still couldn’t find the shirt, so she left the party without it. Never minding the looks or the stares, she got as she exited the frat house.

The cold air nipped at her exposed skin. Her arms folded over her breasts in an attempt to hide herself.

Tears stung in her eyes as Y/n chased the pavement back to the tower where she would find him. She needed to tell him. Enough was enough. Y/n needed him. She had fooled herself into thinking someone else’s touch was his.

The clock struck one-thirty AM, and James Barnes laid wide awake. He stared at the ceiling panel awaiting for the moment he would hear her soft footsteps and the click of her door shutting.

She always came home after parties, and she never stayed out too late. Bucky knew her patterns. He always made sure she was safe and got home. Tonight, a sickening feeling washed over him and a pit of dread settled in his stomach. There was something off about tonight.

And, it made him worried.

There was no denying Bucky was completely and wholly in love with Y/n. He loved watching her face crinkle up as she laughed. Or, when she got frustrated a small frown would settle on her face and usually her face would flush a subtle red.

It was the small things that Bucky noticed about the women. But, Y/n was the first, besides Steve, to get close to him. She brought him plums from local farmer markets and made him dinner when the team was away on missions.

And then he found himself so incredibly in love there was no way he could deny it. Both were too shy to admit their feelings.

Bucky finally heard the pitter patter of her steps as she approached her doorway, but no click of her shutting her door. Instead he heard the gentle raps of her knuckles against his door.

Confusion filled the ex-soldier’s mind, but he immediately got up to answer the door. He opened the door and Y/n stood there, mascara smeared on her cheeks and shirtless.

“Y/n? Doll, are you okay?” Bucky furrowed his eyebrow taking in her exposed body.

Tears were swimming in her eyes as she watched him fully take in her appearance. His hand softly tapped on her chin, hoping that she would look him in the eye. “Doll, what happened? Most importantly, are you okay?”

She took two shaky steps towards him before smashing herself against his chest, where the fountain of tears erupted and spilled on James’ red henley. Without a doubt in his mind, he wrapped his arms around her allowing the tears to stain his shirt.

His metal hand found itself weaved in her hair, softly brushing through the mess of it.

“C’mon, let’s sit you down and get you a shirt before you freeze to death,” he snickered, trying to make her at least smile.

She gave him a crooked smile before sitting down onto his bed. He skimmed through his shirts trying to find one that would fit her best, but it was still going to swallow her whole.

“Bucky,” she started, “can we talk? I need to tell you something..”

He paused, turning around to face Y/n, who looked to be having a predicament inside her brain. Bucky nodded, giving her the greenlight to proceed.

“I-I’m in love with you Bucky.. And I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I just had to tell you. It’s eating me up inside and I can’t fulfill your touch with anyone else’s. I mistake every guys’ touch for yours and it’s never enough. I try to remember that we’re friends, but Buck.. I can’t keep it to myself anymore..” she blurted out.

The realization hit her right in the gut as she watched him take in the words she blurted out. Her arms crossed her stomach trying to cover her nakedness and she immediately got up, but a metal arms gently wrapped itself around her forearm.

“Doll,” Bucky smirked, “you should’ve told me earlier ‘cause I’ve fallen for you so hard, I don’t know what I’m going to do. And sweetheart, if you wanted my touch all you had to do was ask.”

A giggle fell from her lips as she wiped away the stray tears. Bucky cupped her cheeks with his hands and placed a kiss on her lips.

It wasn’t a harsh one, like the ones she had before. This one was soft and needful. It was crafted for her lips and hers only. Love circulated it and overflowed it. Bucky finally pulled away, wrapping his arms around her waist to tug her further against him.

He swayed her softly in his arms, even though there was no music, the gesture made Y/n’s heart flutter.

Y/n had finally got what she had been yearning for since the day she met him. Everything she ever wanted was wrapped in her arms, swaying her to the imaginary music above her. “So, are you going to tell me why you don’t have a shirt or is that a mystery?”

She threw her head back with a laugh, before quickly sobering up the chuckle.

“I was at the party and this guy came onto me, so I just went with it and then he tried taking advantage of me. I didn’t want it, so I kneed him in the crotch and took off. I couldn’t find my shirt, decided to leave without it,” she finished.

His jaw tightened at the thought of someone trying to come onto her. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he? ‘Cause I swear to the gods, I’ll kill him. What’s his name? Where is he?”

Her fingers gently traced the tense muscles across his jaw. His eyes squeezed shut, taking a moment to calm himself.

“I’m fine, Buck. I promise,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses to his neck.

In which, he released to pent up tension he was clutching onto. His hands ran up her body.

Like silk meeting asphalt, his hands roamed her body. It was unlike the women he would bring here for a quick fuck to quench the thirst of lust. No, she made him thirstier. In a desert of heat, he could drink from her and still be thirsty.

He lifted her jaw, skimming his thumb over her watermelon pink lips. Her eyes locked with his, before Bucky smashed his lips with hers. A soft moan releasing from her mouth.

“James,” she breathed, looking into his ocean eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widened slightly, “sweetheart, are you sure about this?”

Without a thought in her mind she answered him, “I saved it for someone special, and you're that someone. I don’t want anyone else. Please.”

He tugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Y/n’s eyes roamed all over his body and admired the toned muscles on his abdomen.

“See something you like, dollface?”

She wasn’t able to answer, too captured by the godlike structure he had. It wasn’t even the lust talking at this point.

“You’re just so… beautifully sculpted,” awe transformed her face.

He chuckled, pushing her softly onto the bed. Y/n propped herself on her elbows watching as Bucky pressed kisses to his midsection. His hands rested on her hips, toying with the rough fabric separating the two of them.

“Is it okay if I take these off, darlin’?” he raised his eyebrow, seeing the hesitation on her face, “you’re in charge here. I want you to be comfortable, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me too, okay?”

She nodded, placing his hand on the jean buttons.

Bucky wasted no time, sliding the pants off her. The baby blue lace was revealed for the second time tonight, except with delicate hands this time.

A kiss on her thigh.

One above her pantyline.

Another on her stomach.

Then one more on her mouth.

Her hands tugged the band of his grey sweatpants. Y/n’s face flushed a red color as he smirked down at her

“Have patience, dear. We’ll get around to that in just a second,” he hushed at her whining, kissing her wrists softly.

Bucky pulled at the lace panties, looking at her for confirmation before completely pulling them off.

His pointer finger ran a stripe up her heat before fully pushing into her. A breathy moan released from her throat as he continued to pump in and out of her. He felt like a kid in a candy store.

She offered him everything he wanted.

Y/n’s stomach knotted as he picked up the pace. The pornographic moans that were escaping her, made the tent in his pants tighten with every sinful noise that fled from her throat.

He added another finger and soon her moans, turned into strings of curse words blended with his name.

And then bliss as she came down from her high.

His snickered at the shy smile on her face, “such pretty little noises that come from you, you know that? It’s like music to my ears.”

Bucky nipped at her neck sliding the sweatpants off remaining in his boxers.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

She smiled before nodding.

“Ah, ah, ah, I gotta hear you say it babydoll. And I know for a fact that voice of you works,” he winked, teasing the woman beneath.

“Yes. I want this. Please?” she whispered, tracing the outline of the erection in his boxers.

Groaning, he let her hands roam at the forbidden location for a couple minutes before ripping the boxers off. The hard-on sprung and slapped against his stomach, her eyes widened at the length.

She unclasped the bra letting her breasts free from the cage she kept them in. Y/n kept her focus on his eyes. A nervous pit grew in her stomach as she began to realize she was really about to have sex.

“Y/n, baby, you’re too tense. Calm down, I’m going to take care of you. I promise,” the huskiness of his voice drawed her further towards him.

Y/n released the breath caught in the back of her throat and calmed herself.

He pressed the tip of his length in her sex stretching the muscle. Her face turned from pleasure to pain in a matter of seconds. Tears stung in her eyes, causing Bucky to stop everything he was doing.

“Shh, it’s okay doll. Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

She shook her head, “no, no. Keep going.”

He continued to push himself into her, furthering the fiery burn. Tears dripped down the sides of her, but were replaced with soft lips pecking the tears off her face.

Soon, the pain was replaced with pleasure and moans tumbled through her lips. “M-move, please Bucky,” she panted, gripping onto his bicep.

A guttural growl emitted from Bucky as she clenched around him. He could feel everything little clench or contract coming from her and it drove him crazy.

He adjusted the pace of his thrusts and slammed his hips into hers. Her back arched at the pleasure.

Bucky moved her legs wider, trying to get a better angle. Incoherent curse words flew from her mouth as her stomach tightened.

“Bucky!” she exclaimed, her fingernails dug into his skin, “I’m going to cum!”

He grinded his hips with hers, also feeling the intense pleasure wash over him. Y/n cried out beneath him, shaking from the thrill. Bucky pulled out, streaming hot white spurts over her stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/n!” he shouted, clenching his eyes shut.

A thin layer of sweat covered both of their bodies. James immediately ran off to get a washcloth. Y/n honestly was sure she had blacked out for a second while finishing her second orgasm.

He soon reappeared with a warm washcloth, and began wiping off the mess on her stomach.

A whimper left her lips.

“Shh, you’re probably going to be sore for a couple days, but I’ll be right here if you need anything,” Bucky cooed, smoothing down the mess of hair on her head.

Bucky pulled on his boxers and slipped the red henley onto her naked body. Y/n clutched onto the super-soldier refusing to let go. He pulled her off rounding the bed. “You’re going to make me leave, aren’t you?” she whispered out, wiping the sleeves across her eyes.

He frowned, “doll? Unless I mixed something up, you are definitely more than just a one-time fuck. I love you, I want to be more than this.”

“Really? You’re not going to make me leave?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, chuckling, “c’mere, silly. It’s three-forty five in the morning, let’s get some rest. Then tomorrow we can go on an actual date.”

Y/n practically jumped into his arms and hid her face in the crook of his neck. He pulled the covers overtop of her and secured her to him with his arm, pulling Y/n as close as she could be to him.

His fingers drew patterns on her back, and pressed gentle kisses to her head every once in a while. Everything he ever wanted was currently wrapped around him like a koala, and he hoped she never let go.

“Buck?”

He hummed in response.

“It was never anybody elses to take, it was always yours. I love you.”

Bucky’s grip tightened around her and he kissed her forehead before saying, “I love you too, doll.”

✮

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Time after Time Pt.2

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Hi guys! Here’s the second part for Time after Time. Let me know if you want a third :)

Read Part One: Part One

Summary: You and Dean finally get to be together again.

Warnings: Fluff, smut

Characters: Dean, Sam, You, Cas, Jack, Jody, Donna, Claire and Alex-Mentioned

Parings: Dean x Reader

The two of you finally broke apart, still standing in the middle of the living room.

“Dean.” You breathed.

“Y/N.” He groaned, resting his forehead against yours. You smiled.

“Dean, there is something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

"It's about Jamie; we should talk in your room."

"Sure." He said, taking your hand and leading you to his bedroom. You both sat down on the bed and faced each other "What is it, baby?" He asked, never letting go of your hand.

"It's Jamie; it's his soul. I can feel it slipping away from me." Dean was serious now. Looking at you with hard eyes. "I am older now than I usually am when I have him."

“Ok, what do we have to do?” Dean asked you

"I need to get pregnant." You said, lifting your eyebrows.

“Ok.” He said, questioning you with his eyes.

“Like right now, Dean.” A smile broke out over his face as realization washed over him.

"Oh, I think we can take care of that." Before you could respond, he wrapped his arms around you and pushed you back on the bed. He kissed your lips before moving down your jaw and onto your neck. You were panting underneath him. The first time with him was always amazing, so full of love and passion. Your fingers worked on the buttons of his flannel, pushing it off his heated skin. His hands slid up your shirt, pushing it up over your head.

"You are so beautiful." His voice was breathy and his eyes dark.

"So are you." You said, unbuttoning his pants. You both smiled at each other as your clothes were quickly shed. Dean's hands ran up your hips, over your waist, and landed on your breasts. His fingers worked your nipples and his mouth left open mouth kisses across your stomach. You were a moaning mess underneath his skilled touch. His mouth descended lower, and you felt his tongue slide into your dripping core. Your hands raked through his hair, yanking occasionally. One hand left your breast and entered you as his tongue made circles around your clit. Your back arched, and his name left your lips as you came. He kissed his way back up your body and gave you no time to come down from your high before slamming into you in one thrust. You both moaned at the feeling.

“I missed you so much.” You mumbled against his shoulder.

"I have been waiting for you my whole life." He said as he pushed the hair off your sweaty forehead.

“I love you.”

"God, baby, I love you so much." He began to move, and both of you were taken higher and higher until you didn't know where you stopped, and he started. You reached your peak together, and Dean nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck as you both came down. His arms tightened around you, and you crossed your ankles and squeezed your thighs around his waist. You both left kisses on all the skin you could reach. This is what you waited for. All those years of searching, and you finally had him. It was perfect.

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You were in the kitchen looking for food to make for dinner when you felt him press himself into your back. His hands splayed out across your belly, and he kissed your neck affectionately.

"Does he feel closer?" He asked, running his finger through your hair.

“Yes, he does. Much closer.” You said with a smile. You turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What are you making for dinner?”

“Well, there isn’t much here. Is there a grocery store nearby?”

"There is, I'll make a run. Make me a list, so I know what to get." His hands were running up and down your back, and your fingers were playing with his hair. He gave you a sweet kiss and reluctantly let you go. You sat down and wrote some essentials down and handed him the paper.

"I'm going to call my friend, Cas, to come over for dinner. He will want to meet you." He said, smiling at you.

“Ok, I always like to meet the people you meet in your new life.”

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Dean knocked on Sam’s door.

“Come in!” Sam said.

“Hey man, I’m going to run into town for some a few things. Do you want to come or stay here with Y/N?”

“I’ll come with. Let her relax a bit.” Sam smiled at his brother.

"Good, you can help me," Dean said with a spark in his eye that Sam hadn't seen in years. The boys took the impala into town and got all the groceries on the list. After putting everything in the car, Dean leaned on the car and faced his brother.

"There is just one more thing I have to get," Dean said.

“Ok, where?”

"Follow me," Dean said with a small smile and a wave of his hand.

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They entered the bunker as you were just finishing taking a mental inventory of the entirety of it. It truly was expansive; it almost seemed like it never ended.

“This place is massive.”

“I know, it's awesome.” Dean smiled at you.

You made a quick dinner, some stir fry recipe you remembered from some blog you read once.

"Alright, boys." You said setting the things on the table. "Somewhat healthy for Sam, emphasis on the somewhat for Dean." You smirked. The door opened, and two men walked down the stairs. One had a kind face and blue eyes; the other looked younger with a boyish face and a wide grin.

“Hey, Cas.” Both boys said in unison.

“Hello.” Said the younger one.

"Oh, hey Jack, didn't know you were coming too," Sam said with a smile.

"I got your message; what's the emergency? Is something wrong?" His eyes landed on you.

"Cas, nothing's wrong, man! I wanted you to meet my….well….my Y/N." Dean said, slapping the man's shoulder and smiling at him. Confusion passed Cas’s face.

"I do not understand. I did not know you had a…Y/N." Dean smiled and then wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

"I'll fill them in, Dean; you enjoy your meal." You offered to rest your hand on his chest and to look up at him.

"Thanks, babe." He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. Obviously, the action was confusing to Cas as he just stared at the both of you with a furrowed brow. You motioned for Cas and Jack to follow you to the living room where the two of you sat in the chairs.

"I know this is going to be surprising and shocking, but Dean and I are soul mates. He and I have been spending our lives together since 1650. I am a witch; I always remember our lives when I enter a new one. I track him down and bring him back to me using a powerful spell. I gave it to him earlier today, so he now remembers the four lives we have lived together. He is my whole world. The lives we have lived together were full of happiness and love. I could never be without him; he is my home." You were smiling, and Cas and Jack were clearly confused, but you could also see something else in their eyes. Happiness. "Come on and eat; there is plenty, and I will answer any question you have."

“Thank you for your offer, but I don’t eat. I am an angel of the lord.” Cas said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Right.” You said after a long pause. “Do you eat?” You asked Jack.

"Yes, I like to eat." He said, and you chuckled. "Well, come on then, I'm hungry." You all sat at the table eating and drinking. All you could see were smiles, and all you could hear was laughter.

The next morning you and Dean got up. You showered while Dean made some waffles and bacon. You all again sat around the table with full hearts and happy thoughts floating through your heads. After breakfast, Dean asked you if you wanted to go for a walk. You two were in the woods near the bunker, reminiscing on lives and learning more about each other in this life. You stopped by a pond, and Dean pulled you into his arms again.

"I thought a lot about this." He started. "Y/N, you are my life. Everything you are is everything I love about the world. I am so happy you found me, and now my life can finally start. Nothing in my life has ever felt sure but you. You are my world, my home. I was asleep before you, baby, and now that I am awake, I cant wait to spend every moment of my life making you happy. Will you once again marry me?”

"Yes, it will always be yes." You said as he pulled out a jewelry box from his pocket and slipped the band around your finger. You held each other for a long time laughing, crying and sharing sweet kisses. When you entered the bunker again, there were more people there, all of them cheering and clapping for you and Dean. Dean took you around the room and introduced you to Jody, Claire, Alex, and Donna.

"How did you all get here so fast?" Dean asked, so surprised.

"I called them all last night," Sam spoke up. "I knew you couldn't wait to get a ring on her finger again, called them before we even went to the jewelry store." Dean smiled at his brother and pulled him into a quick hug. Sam turned to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and mumbled a "thank you" into his chest. He ran his hand down your hair and kissed the top of your head.

The day passed the same as the one before, full of happiness, love, and learning about one another.

Three months later

You ran your hands over your starting to expand belly, and smiled. Jody and Donna entered the room, you turned to greet them.

“Ready, chicky," Donna said, grabbing your hand.

"Nothing I haven't done before." You all giggled. They helped you curl your hair and pin some of it back. You did your own makeup, a light natural look. I mean, you were getting married in a forest. They then helped you into your dress and shoes. You opted for a simple silk cream-colored dress you found when Jody and Donna took you surprise dress shopping. It hugged your curves and had a cowl back that you loved. There was a tentative knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Called Jody.

“Sam.”

“No boys allowed.” You all giggled again

“I just want to see Y/N.” He said as he opened the door. “Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous.” He said with a shy smile.

“Thank you.” You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “What’s up?”

"Dean asked me to give you this." He said, handing you a note. You took it from him, and he bent down to kiss you on the cheek. "I love you." He said.

"I love you too, Sam." He hugged you kissing the top of your head, and escorted Jody and Donna out of the room. You opened the note from Dean.

Y/N,

I know we have done this before, but I am still nervous. I just wanted you to have something of your own on a special day like today. I love you, and I can't wait for all this life, and the next will bring us.

-Dean.

Attached to the note with tape as a necklace. The same necklace he gave you in your last life after Selena was born. How did he? You turned the letter over. There was a P.S., that cheeky bastard.

P.S.- I buried the necklace near a tree in our last life right before the end so that this Dean would have something to give you on our wedding day.

Tears filled your eyes as you placed the necklace around your neck. You dabbed at your eyes and freshened up your makeup. Another knock sounded at your door.

"Come in." You said with a smile. Jack opened the door and gave you a smile that warmed every part of his face. You had gotten to know Jack over the last couple of months, and you thought he was just the cutest thing.

“It's time." He said, and instantly you felt butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go.” You answered with a hopeful grin.

Jack helped you out of the bunker and escorted you into the forest. Your heart was exploding fireworks throughout your body. Even though you were nervous, this felt right. It felt whole; you were complete once again. You got to the end of the aisle, and Jack stuck out his elbow. You slipped your hand in with a smile. You looked at Dean. He was staring at you just like he had every time. Love seeped out of every part of his body. He leaned back slightly to grab Sam's shoulder for support as you got near. Sam had the biggest grin on his handsome face. You finally reached them and immediately reached for Dean's hand. He took your hand in his and rubbed his callused thumb along your smooth skin. You gave each other one last smile then turned to face Cas. His speech was quick but meaningful, about always finding your happiness and holding on to it with all you have. You exchanged vows and rings.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may kiss your bride," Cas said. Dean didn't miss a beat, leaning in to cup one hand around your cheek while the other came to grab your waist. His lips molded against yours, and cheers erupted in the background. When you broke apart, you both started to laugh as you turned towards everyone. You walked down the aisle again, this time as a married couple.

Your song was playing "Time after Time" by Margaret Whiting, and you were in each other's arms on the dance floor that Sam, Cas, and Jack had built. The trees were lined with Christmas lights and mason jars that had flameless candles in them. It was perfect.

"I can't wait for Jamie to get here," Dean said.

"Me too. He and Selena are just so perfect." You answered back.

"Just like their mom," Dean whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes.

“Time after time.” You said.

“Time after time.” He agreed.

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