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moonstruckme · 5 months

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And then I have one but idk which marauder to make it for so I’ll let you pick whoever you think it fits better. I have to take medicine for my OCD and anxiety but it’s embarrassing. So I’m like imagining who you pick staying the night with the reader and her skipping her medicine because she’s embarrassed but being off medicine messes you up. So clearly the reader would be alittle down and out of it so her friend asks her if she’s okay and if she took her medicine. Welllllll the marauder hears that and later that night when they are getting ready for bed he simply hands her a glass and asks her to take her medicine please and mentions how he wants all of her that includes the quirks, need for medicine, and need for comfort sometimes too.

I decided to make this part of the Sirius x Remus' roommate saga, hope that's alright! Thanks for requesting sweetheart <3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

cw: some symptoms of withdrawal, reader takes prescription meds

modern au

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Apparently, even when Sirius gets you out of your flat for the weekend, Remus is still always in the middle of things.

“I can’t believe you got him to watch New Girl,” Remus complains over speakerphone as you make yourself a cup of tea. Sirius had offered to do it for you, but you’d brushed him off, and he’d been too busy secretly delighting in how comfortable you are in his flat to argue further. “James and I have been trying to get him to watch the first episode for years.”

“Mmm, you’ve got to start on season three to get people interested, then go back,” you tell him wisely. “I showed him my favorite episode, the one with…uh…”

You trail off, and Sirius looks at you over the top of the couch. There’s a dissatisfied pinch between your brows.

“The one with the spider?” Remus prompts knowingly.

“Right.” You blink a couple of times, refocusing on your mug as you pour hot water in over the teabag. “That one.”

“Well, the apartment is quiet without you, but I’m glad you’re having fun.”

Sirius’ mouth curls as he waits for your response. Though he sometimes still gets jealous of the easy intimacy between you as roommates, he’s come to enjoy the entertainment value of your banter with Remus. The apartment’s just as quiet with me, you’ll say, or You don’t even want to know what kind of fun we’re having.

But your gaze has gone distant, and after a few seconds, the reply doesn’t seem like it’s going to come.

Sirius feels worry snake around his ribcage, a light but noticeable pressure. A few hours ago, you’d complained of a headache, and ever since then you’ve seemed in an odd headspace. You’re quieter than you’ve ever been around him, you claimed not to feel like lunch, and he’s caught you stumbling or losing track of your thoughts on more than a couple occaisions. He’d asked once if you’d wanted to go home, but you’d promised you were fine and Sirius didn’t want to push the issue. He loves having you here, he really does, but he hopes it’s nothing about being in his home that’s making you seem so…off. He’d compromised by suggesting you show him that show you’re always referencing (Remus and James were right, it actually is pretty good) in the hopes that a few hours of relaxation would help restore you to yourself, but you don’t seem to be feeling better.

Even over the phone, Remus picks up on it too. “You alright?”

“Mm?” You blink. “Oh, yeah.” There’s a forced cheer to your voice, and Sirius watches as you roll your shoulders as if bracing yourself. “I’m just a little tired, I guess.”

Remus hums, the sound crackling through the speaker. “Did you take your medicine last night?”

You take him off speaker. Sirius turns when your eyes dart towards where he’s sitting on the couch, taking the coward’s way out on instinct and pretending he wasn’t paying attention.

“I’m fine,” you say quietly into the phone. Sirius can’t hear Remus well enough anymore to make out his response, but he recognizes the slow, coaxing inflection of his friend’s voice. Your own tone sharpens in contrast, though you sound heartbreakingly exhausted. “I’ve got it. Yep, thanks. See you tomorrow.”

You blow on your tea as you join Sirius on the couch, not a trace of apprehension about you. He extends his arm invitingly, and you slot underneath it like it’s home.

“I gather you two aren’t used to time apart,” he teases, trying to entice a smile from you.

It works, albeit only slightly. The curve of your lips is minute, but he’ll take it. “We’re both homebodies,” you say simply. “We’ve grown too used to being around each other.”

“His privilege and your curse,” Sirius laments, exaggerating his grunt when you elbow him in the ribs. “Fine, you’re both very lucky. I’m just glad I managed to snag you for one weekend.” When he aims a saccharine smile your way, he suspects you set your cheek on his shoulder as a ploy to hide your blush. It melts him regardless, like ice cream in the summertime. “Want to watch another episode, lovely girl?”

He frowns when all that gets out of you is a hum, rubbing your bicep as he presses play.

He manages to get some dinner into you by insisting you try takeaway from his favorite Thai place in the neighborhood, and you seem amenable to the idea of an early night, all but drooping over the sink as you brush your teeth.

Sirius will never admit it, but his heart is pounding as he takes a glass down from above the kitchen sink, filling it with water. He hopes this isn’t a massive overreach. This thing between you is still relatively new, and the last thing he wants is to make your first stay at his place awkward for either of you, but he cares about you. From what Sirius can tell, you’ve withdrawn into what seems like an unhappy place inside your head, and he can’t just leave you there by yourself.

He catches you just as you’re leaving the bathroom, passing you the glass of water as casually as he can, as if it's the most routine thing in the world, before taking your place at the sink. “Don’t forget your medicine,” he says softly, taking his toothbrush from beside yours in the cup.

For a moment, you’re quiet. Sirius squirts toothpaste onto his brush, trying his damndest not to look for your reaction in the mirror.

“You heard Remus on the phone.” It’s almost a whisper. Nowhere close to a question.

“I didn’t mean to,” Sirius apologizes, glancing up at your reflection. You’re looking distant again, your gaze fixed somewhere to the left of his face. “I’m sorry if I heard something you didn’t want me to, but it’s…did you forget?”

You take another long moment to reply. Sirius is careful to stay quiet, giving you space as you chew your lip, but when your eyes meet his in the mirror you look so crestfallen his heart nearly stops. “I didn’t forget,” you admit. “It’s just so embarrassing, I didn’t want you to know.”

He can’t stay still anymore. His toothpaste drops with a wet smack into the bowl of the sink when he sets his toothbrush on the rim, and he’s got your hands in his in a second. “Sweetheart, what do you mean?” He keeps ahold of one of your hands, letting his other one coast up your arm to your shoulder, where his thumb massages your collarbone familiarly. “It’s not embarrassing. It’s just, it’s something you need to be yourself. Like…my sparkly doc martens, you know? Or Remus’ chocolate hoards.”

Your laugh is brief, more a huffed exhale than anything, but Sirius grins at you nonetheless. His hand moves up to cup the back of your neck, thumb soothing over the edge of your jaw.

“You know what I really like about you?” he asks. You don’t look inclined to answer, but your left brow flicks up as if to say Go on. “Everything.”

You scoff, seeming lighter even as you pull away from grasp. “Shut up.”

“No, really,” he insists, vying for your hand back. “Getting to know you, it’s been amazing. Every new thing I learn is just something more to like.” You finally stop fighting him, eyes wary as he grips you by the shoulders, keeping you in place. “I want to learn everything there is to know about you, whenever you’ll let me. And I know I can’t expect it all at once,” he says, voice dropping into a more sincere register, “but I want all of it, including the parts you think—wrongly, I might add—are embarrassing.” He gives your upper arms a light squeeze. “Got that, pretty girl?”

A light blush colors your cheeks, and Sirius grins. You’re getting harder to fluster these days, but he delights in making it happen whenever he can. “Okay,” you say, still a tad sheepish for his liking. He plants a kiss on your cheek.

“Good. Now go get your meds. I don’t want you passing out during breakfast tomorrow because of withdrawal.”

“That’s not how it works,” you snipe, but he hears the rattle of pills as you dig through your overnight bag.

“Whatever,” he says breezily, picking up his toothbrush to put a new dollop of paste onto it. “I just can’t reckon with the idea that Remus still knows things about you I don’t. Shouldn’t I outrank him by now?”

“You’ve had roommates,” you tell him, coming back into the bathroom with the glass of water half empty. “You’re really going to tell me that they don’t know more about you than I do right now?”

Sirius makes a noncommittal, muffled sound, pointing to his toothpaste-filled mouth as excuse not to answer.

“Right,” you say drily. “Maybe we should call your pal Remus and see if he happens to recall.”

Sirius has never spit so fast in his life.

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gejo333 · 9 months

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An Unexpected Match II

DILF/DBF Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Pt. 1 Pt. 3

Summary: You and Stephanie take a girls trip to Miami after Stephanie broke up with her high school sweetheart at the end of your freshman year of college. The purpose of the trip was for her to get laid, so your mission was to be her wing woman. However, you didn’t expect to hook up with a mysterious, handsome man for the weekend.

18+ Warning!!! This chapter will have a lot of smut.

This is a very long chapter since I wanted to do the flashback seen in one chapter.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 7.1k

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Two Years Ago

“Finally, we’re here! It felt like we were never getting to our hotel.” Stephanie slammed the taxi door as she screamed excitedly, getting some weird stares from bystanders.

You pay the taxi driver and give him a nice tip as an apology for your very energetic friend. As you get out, the taxi leaves, and you look at the resort hotel entrance, a sigh of relief and relaxation washing over you.

“Now, let’s get to our room to go to the bar and get a drink. I need one after that grueling flight.” You groan slightly as you and Stephanie walk inside.

After checking in and settling into your room, you are now dressed in more appropriate and sexier bar clothes instead of the leggings and sweats you came in wearing.

“Ok, tonight is about you getting laid and over your ex.” You said as you both walked out of the elevator and towards the outdoor bar by the pool.

“You know, I will be your wing woman this weekend. You need to get laid as well. It’s probably getting dusty down there. You haven’t hooked up since you broke up with your ex right before college started.” Said Stephanie as you both find seats at the bar.

“I’ve gotten laid since.” You argue, but she gives you a side eye, seeing straight through your lie. You roll your eyes and sigh in defeat. “Ok, fine. I haven’t.” You get the bartender’s attention by ordering green tea shots and a cocktail.

You both hold your shot glasses up, “To getting laid.” Said Stephanie, who made you chuckle slightly, repeating her words before clinking glasses and downing the shot.

As you both enjoyed your time at the bar, chatting away and reliving the best and worst moments of Freshmen year, the bartender approached you with a new set of cocktail orders.

“These are from the gentlemen over there.” The bartender said before leaving. You and Stephanie look down to the other end of the bar to see two guys, obviously in college, smiling at you both. They weren’t bad-looking, so Stephanie waved them over.

“Stephanie, what are you doing?”

“Getting us both tickets to getting laid. Before they get here. Drink test.” You both dipped the tip of a nail in your drinks. After waiting a few seconds, you both noticed that your nail polish didn’t change, passing the no-roofie detected test.

“Hey there, ladies. You must have just gotten here. This is our third evening here, and we haven’t met women as beautiful as you. I’m Rafael.” Rafael leaned closer to Stephanie.

“Sweet talker. I like that. I’m Stephanie.” Said Stephanie as she leaned closer to Rafael, clearly interested. You smiled slightly as you could sense the chemistry between the two. Goal achieved.

“Hey, I’m Mat.” The other guy stood next to you as he smiled at you. You smile back at him. "Y/n."

“Can I buy you a shot?” He offered.

“Sure. Green tea’s my favorite.”

“Mine too.” He chuckled as he got the bartender’s attention and ordered the shots.

“Really?” You chuckle at his response.

“Ok, you caught me. Pickleback is my favorite. But green tea shots are always good.” He lifted his hands in surrender as he chuckled.

“Pickles are definitely not my favorite.” You giggle.

“Maybe I can change your mind?” Mat moved closer to you with a smirk.

“Maybe.” You smile back as you lean in closer to him. He smiled as he ordered a set of pickle back shots too.

Once both shots arrived, you decided to try the pickle one first.

“Cheers.” Said Mat as you clinked glasses and drank the shot of Jameson. As you lifted the shot of pickle juice to your mouth, you pulled back and scrunched up your face.

“Nope, can’t do it.” You chuckle as you place it down on the counter.

“I’ll take it. Pickles are the best.” He chuckled as he took your shot which made you chuckle too.

You continued your conversation with Mat. Not too long ago, Stephanie tapped you on the shoulder to signal that she was heading out with Rafael. You had both decided that if you got laid, she would go to another room, even though you insisted the other way around. But just as dramatic as your best friend was, she was just as stubborn.

Mat was cute, and talking with him was nice, but you weren’t feeling hot and bothered by him. You didn’t feel that sexual attraction, which was frustrating, to say the least. But there didn’t seem to be other prospects floating your way tonight.

You glanced at the pool as its blue hue glowed against the dusk sky. That’s when you noticed a tall man walking towards the bar. His white shirt fitted tightly against him as it perfectly contrasted against his warm tan skin. As the mysterious man got closer, you noticed the stark height difference as he walked up to the bar and ordered dark liquor.

The man noticed your gaze as his reddish-brown hues met yours. Just one look into his eyes, and you were hypnotized. You notice him checking you out before he smirks at you, now looking ahead and taking a sip of his drink.

“Y/n? Are you good?” Mat’s voice brought you out of your hypnosis as you looked back at him with a smile as he looked at you with a confused smile.

“Yeah, sorry. Thought I saw something. But it was just my imagination.” You chuckle nervously, hoping he bought it.

“Alright. As I was saying...” Mat continued to talk as you tried your best to pay attention to him.

Your eyes briefly returned to where the mysterious man was but were disappointed to see no one there. Maybe you did imagine him. He seemed too perfect to be true.

“So...do you want to get out of here?” Mat smiled as he scratched a non-existent scratch on the back of his neck. Before you can respond, the mysterious man walks up and stands to the other side of you. “Another whisky for me. And whatever the gorgeous lady next to me wants.” The man says as he slides the drink the bartender made for you closer to you on the wooden counter. Now up close, you noticed how handsome he was, from his chiseled jaw to his plush lips and piercing brown eyes fixed on you.

“So, what’s your name, Hermosa?” He smirked and looked down at you as he sipped his drink. Even sitting next to you, you barely reach his broad shoulders.

“Hey man, she’s with me.” Said Mat as he scowled at the other man and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, which, to be honest, you weren’t pleased about.

“Are you her husband? Boyfriend?” The man asked as he arched his eyebrow.

“Well, no.”

“Then she’s available. As long as she’s interested.” The man slid his hand around your waist as he moved you closer to him. As you felt your body began to tingle, your heart raced in your chest. You definitely felt hot and bothered by him. And you liked it.

You slightly turned to face Mat as you smiled softly at him. “It was nice getting to know you, Mat, but if I’m being honest, I didn’t feel any spark between us. I’m sorry. I can pay for my drinks from your tab.” You bit your lip as you looked at Mat, who looked at you with a frown before glaring at the man next to you.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll cover the drinks. It was nice meeting you, too, y/n. If you decide to ditch this guy, give me a call.” He smiled, slipping you his number on the counter before walking away. You felt a tinge of guilt for ending it like that. But you couldn’t ignore this spark between you and the figure next to you, who you turned towards.

“Y/n, that’s a beautiful name.” The man smiled as he turned your chair so you were fully facing him; he moved the stool closer. You smile up at him, cheeks rosy as your faces were only inches apart.

“What’s your name, stranger?” Your gaze meets his, not able to look away.

“It’s Miguel O’Hara.”

“That’s a fitting name for a handsome man.”

Miguel smirked as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You try to take a sip from your drink when he pulls it away and as you give him a confused smile. He leans down to your ear as his hand gently snaked up your thigh.

“I think you're a year or two short from drinking that, cariño.” He whispered, which sent chills down your back.

“So what? Are you going to turn me in?” You chuckle.

“I might. Unless you agree to go on a walk with me.”

“Where are we walking to?” You smirk as you lean closer to him.

“Maybe around the resort, then towards my room.” He says as he gently grabs your chin and kisses you softly. As soon as your lips met, you felt a small shock as he kissed you. You gently break away as you say, “That sounds like fun.”

After Miguel paid his tab and the rest of yours, he took you by the waist as you walked back to his room.

The walk took a little longer as you both stole kisses from each other, which got a few blushing glances from bystanders. You finally made it to the room, which you didn’t think you would make it to, for how quickly the sexual tension built between you two had gotten.

Miguel swiftly unlocked and opened the door. Before he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as a moan escaped your lips. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin ever so often.

Entering the room, Miguel laid you on the bed. He placed one deep kiss on your lips before he lifted himself up from on top of you. He took off his shirt and threw it to the ground. You gazed down his form as your eyes traced his chest to his perfectly toned abs before you met his lustful and hungry gaze.

Within minutes all your clothes and his were on the floor as you watched him slowly remove your black lace panties before separating your legs, wider than your used to so he could be between your thighs. Miguel hovered over you as he captured your lips and began to trail them down your neck to your breasts. You bit your lip as you felt his lips sucking on one of your breasts. One of his hands trailed up your thigh as he inserted one of his fingers into your wet folds.

Miguel removed his lips briefly from your nipple, peaked and sensitive from his touches as his eyes lightly glared at you. “Don’t hold back your voice, cariño. I want to hear you.” He growled slightly, which made your core burn hotter from his commanding tone. You nod at him; a smirk replaces his frown as he kisses your lips, “Good girl.” A moan escaped you, not holding back as you felt him insert another finger inside you. You knew he was a large man, but two of his fingers alone filled you.

His lips soon left the plush mountains of your breasts as he kissed down your stomach, where his face landed between your thighs. He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders as he fingered fucked you. You felt your core tighten, desperate for release due to the quick pace of his fingers thrusting and curling inside you.

You bit your lip in pure pleasure, about to reach your blissful peak, when you suddenly felt the absence of his fingers. You lightly glare up at him, cheeks flushed, breath slightly uneven. “Miguel!” You whined, which only made him chuckle. “You’re cute when your flustered under me, Hermosa.”

Before you could argue back at him, you gripped the bed sheets as you felt his tongue slowly lick your wet folds before sucking your sensitive clit, instinctively making your hips buck up against him. “So eager for me, huh?” He chuckled as he inserted his tongue inside your dripping cunt. You roll your eyes at his cocky attitude, but you don’t care as he buries his mouth against you as if you were his favorite meal and, at the same time, his last meal.

You begin to feel your core tighten again, “Cum for me so that I can taste more of you,” he said before his lips sucked on your clit. A loud groan from your sweet voice was music to Miguel’s ears as a small groan escaped him when he felt your thighs squeeze against his face, making his cock twitch from the pressure.

Your grip on the sheets relaxed as you released yourself onto his face, which made your flushed cheeks darken as he licked every drop. It had been so long since you felt this good from an orgasm. Possibly, never felt this amazing before.

Miguel lowered your legs from his shoulders as he positioned himself between you. He hovered over you as he removed his boxers. Your eyes widen slightly, jaw slightly open when you see his size. How was he going to fit inside you? As if he could read your thoughts, he leaned down, lips gently brushing against yours as he chuckled, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to be gentle. At least for the first couple of minutes.” Miguel smirked as he captured your lips into his. He licked your lips, wanting to explore your mouth. Still, you teasingly refused, which was a poor mistake as he entered the tip of his cock inside you, making you gasp and letting his tongue enter your mouth.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly inserted deeper inside your wet cunt. Even with the prep, he still made your walls stretch farther than they have ever been. Once you gently moved your hips against his, it was his cue to begin as he removed himself but the tip before thrusting back inside you.

“Miguel.” You cry out as you claw at his back from the constant abuse of your pussy. His pace begins to quicken as he slams back into you, as he feels his balls slap against you.

“You keep squeezing around me like that, and I’ll lose myself faster, cariño. Damn, you’re tight. I love how you squeeze and suck my cock deeper into your pussy.” Miguel growled as his pace grew faster, making you feel your core tighten again.

He grabbed your hips and lifted them slightly as he found a new angle to fuck you in, making the tip of his cock hit in just the right place repeatedly. You cried out loud as you reached your euphoric high again, as you covered his cock in your juices.

Trying to catch your breath, you feel him remove himself as you give him a confused look. He chuckled, “Giving you a second to catch your breath before we continue.” He chuckled as he kissed your lips.

Your cheeks are already flushed. It was hard to see them grow redder from his sexual stamina. He flipped you so you were on your hands and knees, taking you by the hips and thrusting himself back in.

Your knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets so tight as Miguel fucked you from behind. You didn’t think his size would surprise you again in the new position, but you were wrong as you felt him fill you more.

Trailing after your third orgasm, your cunt began to feel overstimulated as he continued to fuck you rough from behind.

“It’s s-so much. T-too much.” You mewled out loud. Miguel leaned forward, and you felt him press agaisnt your back as he kissed your shoulder to your neck. “Just one more. You can handle one more. Right, Hermosa?” He whispered in your ear. You nod your head as you feel your lower stomach tighten.

“Fuck, let me cum inside this pretty little pussy of yours. What do you say?” Miguel continued to slam into you as his cock twitched, almost at its peak. You moaned out loud as you squeezed around him from your third orgasm. The sudden tightness around his cock makes him groan as he spills deep inside you, coating your walls white.

Your upper body collapsed on the soft duvet as Miguel continued to thrust inside you, becoming more sloppy as he came down from his sexual high. Once he removed himself from you, he went to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth as he gently cleaned around your thighs and overstimulated pussy.

Once he was done, he got back on the bed and brought you both under the covers as he held you against him. He gently lifted your chin as he kissed you softly. You return the kiss before pulling away as you both try to catch your breath after your fun physical activity that just took place.

Fatigue soon washed over you as Miguel pulled you closer against his chest and kissed your head. “Get some rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

The sunlight peaking into the window woke you from your peaceful slumber. You begin to wake up and feel how sore your body is from last night’s events. Remembering you weren’t in your room, you look to the other side of the bed and slightly frown when you see it empty.

You then register the sound of the shower in the bathroom; looking at the arm clock, you notice it is 9 am. Your eyes widen; you overslept. A small groan left your body as you got up from the bed. Your body was sore. You didn’t realize how rough he was going last night until now.

You try to find all your clothes and get them on before he gets out of the shower. Taking longer than normal, you could only get your panties and bra on when you heard the bathroom door open. Out walked Miguel in only a towel that hung dangerously low around his hips as he gave you a confused look.

“Sorry, I’m almost ready and will be out in a few minutes.” You say as you try to find your skirt.

“Why? Are you trying to run away from me, Hermosa? Was last night not satisfying enough? You seemed to really enjoy yourself. But I could easily show you again.” He chuckled as he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing you into his wet chiseled chest.

“For some reason, I thought this was a one-nightstand.” You nervously chuckle as you bite your lower lip and look up at him. You see a small frown on his lips as he looks at you.

“Do you want it to be? Cause I know I want this to keep going. I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He smirked and leaned down to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around him as you got on your toes to deepen the kiss.

“I don’t want this to end yet either.” You happily smile, which he returns as he kisses you again. The kisses became more heated as you both were hungry for each other as you smashed your lips.

Miguel picks you up and places you on the bed as he hovers over you, placing his lips across your breasts and neck as he leaves more bruises over the ones he made last night.

You moan softly from his lips as they meet yours again in a loving kiss. Miguel moved his lips from you briefly as he gazed at you, “You’re gorgeous, cariño.” He smiles as he kisses you softly. A groan escapes his lips when he hears your phone ring.

“Sorry, I have to get it. It might be my friend who I’m staying with.” Miguel nods as you turn to grab your phone from the nightstand. You sit slightly up against the bed as Miguel continues his expedition with his lips on your body.

“Hey, Steph. How did it go last night?” You say as you try your best to stifle any moans.

“It was great! A good way to start off the weekend here. I went back to the room and saw you weren’t there. Are you out already?”

“I didn’t go back to the room last night. I went to someone else’s.” You feel Miguel smirk against your skin as he looks at you before attacking your neck with his lips.

“Ooo, I’m glad you got some last night too. Was it with that Mat guy?”

“No, this other guy came to the bar, and we hit it off very well.”

“Ooo, I definitely have to know all the details. But how was it?” Your cheeks lightly turn red as you see Miguel look at you with a smirk as he raises an eyebrow waiting for your answer. You smile as you playfully roll your eyes as you look at Miguel.

“It was really good. Definitely left me to soar this morning.” You giggle from Miguel’s playful antics as you are on the phone.

“Well, I can tell it went really well, as it seems you are still with him.” You can hear the grin on her face as you only could let out a small chuckle. “Hey, Raphael and I were about to get breakfast. Do you and your friend want to come? We’ll just be at the outdoor part of the hotel restaurant.” You agreed before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone.

Placing the phone on the bed, you look back at Miguel as you kiss him. “Since you heard everything, do you want to get breakfast?” You asked him with slight hesitation, wondering how far he wanted to take this.

Miguel smiled as he took your chin and kissed you again. “I would love to. But first, let’s continue where we left off.” Lust in his eyes, he smirked before removing his towel and taking your panties off.

After a quick round, you and Miguel got dressed and ready. Ready to leave, you both walk out the door with Miguel closing it. As you walk out his door, you bump into Mat, who is about to enter the room next to Miguel’s. He smiles awkwardly at you as he grabs his key to enter his room. But not before Miguel kissed you in front of him. You blushed, embarrassed to find out you shared a wall. You look up to Miguel, who has a smirk on his face. You lightly hit his chest with your hand as you try to hide your smile. “Miguel, you knew.”

“What can I say, Hermosa? Just wanted to let the guy know who you chose last night.” He chuckles before you both make your way to your floor, where your room is to change into new clothes.

After you got changed, you made it to the restaurant and headed to the outdoor patio, where you saw Stephanie and the guy she slept with.

“Heyy!” Stephanie said as he got up and hugged you. Before she let go, she whispered in your ear. “Damn, girl. You caught yourself a tall glass of steaming hot water.” You chuckled at her words.

“We actually ate already since it took you guys a bit longer. But don’t apologize. Never apologize for having some fun in the morning.” Stephanie winked at you as she took a sip of her coffee. Her comment made you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle as you and Miguel sat down.

After talking briefly with Stephanie and her hookup, you and Miguel leave and head to the pool. Since this was an adults-only hotel, private cabanas were offered with their own small pool. You had read about it on the hotel’s website, but you knew it was too expensive to do it. Not with your college job budget.

Of course, Miguel tells you he has a surprise and asks you to close your eyes as he leads you to your destination. When he said you could open your eyes, you gasped in awe at the sight. It was one of the private cabanas with an ocean view.

“Do you like it?” Asked Miguel as he brought you closer to him and kissed your neck. You turn around and kiss him in excitement. “I love this. I can’t believe you got one of the private cabanas. I’ll have to make sure to thank you properly.” You smirk as you guide him into the private cabana area and close the curtain to the public side. Only seeing the ocean view, knowing no one could see you from that view unless they were on a boat.

You take off your bikini cover-up dress and put sunscreen on. After you are done, you see Miguel take off his shirt and sit on the cabana bed.

“Do you need any help with putting on sunscreen?” You smile as Miguel smirks, “I would, actually.” You get on the cabana bed behind him and spread the sunscreen across his back, shoulders, and neck. You massage the sunscreen into his shoulders and neck as he leans back against your, enjoying your touch. “Your hands are heavenly.” Miguel groaned in pure bliss. You smiled as you kissed his cheek before moving away from him, making him frown before a smirk reappeared. He watched you straddle his lap as you helped him put sunscreen on his chest.

Your eyes would trail down his abs, every once in a while going back up to meet his eyes that craved for you. Miguel sits back against the cushioned bed, keeping you on his lap. Grabbing you by the hips, he pulled you closer against him as he kissed you.

“I want to know more about you, Hermosa. I only know your name.” Miguel said in between kissing you. You smiled against his lips at his comment before pulling away.

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, first off, your age. Then where do you go to college.” He chuckled as one of his hands gently rubbed against your thigh.

“I’m 19, and I go to Nueva York University. Now you seem to be old enough not to be in college. I’m guessing 25?” You furrow your brows and give him a confused smile when he laughs.

“Guess a little older.”

“28?”

“No, I’m 35.” When Miguel revealed his age, your eyes widened in shock.

“You're joking, right?” You chuckle and stop when he sees his serious look as he smiles at you.

“Is that a dealbreaker?” He asked.

“No, it’s not at all. I was just surprised. I don’t mind the age gap.” You smile as you lean in and kiss him on the lips.

“Good. Cause I would be pretty bummed to see this end right now.” Miguel smirked as he moved your hair behind your shoulders and kissed your neck, making a small moan escape your lips as he touched your sweet spot.

After a heated make-out session, you both felt the sun’s heat on your bodies. Miguel picked you up by the waist as he stood up and walked over to the private pool.

A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips, which made you nervously chuckle. “What are you thinking about O’Hara?” You then notice him walking closer to the pool as you look back at him with wide eyes. “Miguel...”

“I think we should take a dip in the pool.” He chuckled as he carried you into the cold water. A small gasp left your lips as your back arched, pressing your chest against him. Miguel walked farther into the water, smile getting wider every time your body flinched as it was covered in water.

“You're cheeky.” You chuckle as you kiss Miguel’s smiling lips. One of your hands goes into the water as you lightly splash his face. Miguel wiped his face, surprised by the sudden water attack. He sends you a playful glare before splashing your face with more water. You brush your wet hair back from your face as you laugh it off before Miguel cups your face and leans down to kiss you.

During the kiss, you splash him again as you get out of his hold, laughing. Miguel wiped his face chuckling as he quickly grabbed you as you tried to swim away from him laughing. He sits on the underwater bench and sits you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you so you can’t escape. He then kisses your cheek, whispering, “I think you’re the cheeky one. And bad girls deserve to be punished.”

Your eyes widen slightly, cheeks flushed from his last words. A smirk appeared on his face as he untied your bikini top, letting your breasts free. He then briefly took you off his lap, turning you around so your back was against his chest. He pushed your bottoms to the side before you were slammed down on to his member.

You moaned out loud as you tried to adjust to his size. However, Miguel didn’t let you as he began to ram his hips up into you, having a rough pace. You were in slight pain, but it didn’t bother you as you were overcome with pleasure. As one of his hands held your hips in place, the other began to play with one of your breasts as he used his fingers to play with your nipple, making you gasp from how sensitive you were.

You lower your hand to your clit to help relieve some of your arousal. However, as soon as your fingers touched your sensitive area, Miguel snatched your wrist and moved it to your side as you groaned in frustration.

“Miguel.” You whine as you lay your head back against his shoulder.

“Sorry, cariño. Only a good girl gets to cum. You were being cheeky, so you aren’t allowed to cum yet. You just have to sit here and take my cock in this pretty little pussy of yours.” Miguel whispered in your ear before kissing and marking up along your neck.

You turn your head to face him, and your lips connect into a heated kiss. The water splashes around from the movement of both your bodies. In the distance, you see a boat sail into view.

“There’s a boat. W-what if someone sees us?”

“If someone does, they’ll witness a gorgeous woman getting fucked in a pool. I’d like to witness that. But I’m in a much better spot cause I’m the one fucking that gorgeous woman. Now, have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes. Please, Miguel.”

“Please, what?” Miguel chuckled as he kissed your neck.

“Please touch me.”

“ As you wish.” Miguel lowered his hand as he began to rub your clit. A moan escapes you as you arch your back against his chest. “Cum for me.” He whispered as your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body as you came from your high.

Miguel groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. “Por Dios! You feel so good. I wish I could stay inside you.” Miguel bucked his hips into you one last time before you felt him spill deep inside you. Miguel rode out his high before he removed himself from you, kissing your shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath.

After spending the morning and afternoon at the cabana, you both decide to head back to get ready for dinner, as Miguel said he made a reservation. You first stop at your room to grab a pair of new clothes before returning to Miguel’s room.

You decide to take a shower together to save time and indulge both of your sexual hunger for one another. It might have taken less time if you took separate showers, but why would you deny having shower sex with a man like Miguel?

After rushing to get ready, you leave the room and follow Miguel to the restaurant. You decided to walk there since it would only take 5 to 10 minutes, and the Miami night was at the perfect temperature. Once you arrived, you were taken to your seat. Looking around, you noticed how nice the restaurant was. It definitely had a few dollar signs on the Google review.

“This place is gorgeous.” You tell Miguel as you look at him across the table. You never would have thought twice about sleeping with a man older than you. But with Miguel, it didn’t feel weird at all.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s Italian. I hope you like that. And order anything you like. It’s on me.”

You looked up from your menu, slightly wide-eyed, “That’s sweet of you, Miguel. But let me pay for us. You’ve picked up the tab since we met last night.” Wow, last night. You had only known Miguel for 24 hours. Yet it felt like you’ve known him for years. Miguel smiled as he set the menu down and gently took your hand.

“I’ll pay for dinner since I suggested the restaurant. And I don’t mind paying for such a beautiful woman. But you can pay for coffee tomorrow.” He added the last part because he could tell you felt bad that he was paying for everything. But he would pick up every bill for you. You were just so perfect.

“I would love to pay for coffee tomorrow. But do you mind waking up at 7 am?” You bite your lip out of bad habit from your nerves as you notice a frown of confusion on his face.

“I don’t mind waking up at that time. But why so early?”

“I-I leave tomorrow morning. I was only here for the weekend.” Your gaze shifted from his back to the menu. When the waitress returned, you both ordered your drinks and appetizers before they left; Miguel took your hand, gaining your attention.

“Well, we’ll have to make every minute count then.” Miguel smiled as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I agree.” Your cheeks turn slightly pink from his small romantic gesture. He was such a gentleman when he was outside the bedroom. Which you’re definitely not complaining about.

Dinner passed by faster than you would have liked as Miguel was leading you out of the restaurant, his hand on your back gently guiding you out. Dinner was really nice; you got to know a bit more about him between flirting with each other. He worked at Alchamex, where he talked a bit about what he does and the people he works with. Seeing his annoyed reactions when he mentioned certain people was cute. He then mentioned he had a three-year-old daughter, which melted your heart when he spoke about her.

For some reason, you had no problems with the age gap or that he was a father. It’s not the first time you’ve been hit on by older men. But you would just scoff and ignore them. But with Miguel. It felt different.

As you were walking back, you got to learn more about him. He had a younger brother named Gabriel, who his daughter was named after. You asked if you could see a photo of his daughter, which he was glad to show the Home Screen on his phone. Your heart melted at the image of his daughter. She was freaking adorable. Despite only being three, she looked much like Miguel, which you thought was cute.

You did ask the awkward question if he was married before. But Miguel only smiled and said he hadn’t and that Gabi was the result of a month-long relationship in that he found out the woman he dated was pregnant with his child until he saw her again 9 months later, giving him the baby and the parental rights and saying that she didn’t want to be a mother and to not contact her.

After he told you that, the story of how he got his daughter broke your heart. How could someone abandon their child like that? Especially one so adorable. You hugged Miguel and kissed him on the cheek for being a great man and taking care of his child.

You both returned to his room, where Miguel picked you up and put you on the bed, quickly removing both your clothes before ravaging you for hours until you were so overstimulated that you almost passed out. After Miguel helped gently clean you up, bring extra careful when he wiped the wet towel over your upper thighs and overspent pussy. He then brought you against his chest under the covers as he kissed you good night and said, “Let me make you feel good one last time tomorrow morning before you leave.”

You nodded, kissing him softly before your eyes grew heavy, entering into a peaceful slumber. Miguel gazed at your sleeping form, wanting to memorize every part of you before you left him. His last thought before he fell asleep was maybe tomorrow morning, he could convince you to stay with him longer.

You woke up the next morning extremely sore. The past two nights, really taking a toll on your body. But you didn’t mind it, as the sex was amazing enough to not care about the bruises and sore muscles the next day.

Checking your phone, you are relieved that you woke up at 5:30 and before Miguel. You looked at the man sleeping soundly next to you. How could someone look even more handsome when they were asleep? You wish you could see those reddish-brown hues lovingly gazing at you one last time before you left. But you decided it would be less painful if you left before he woke up.

You gently get out of bed, stopping every time Miguel slightly shifts in his sleep. Leaving his bed’s warmth was hard, but you had to go. When you finally left the bed, you quickly dressed before quietly getting your wallet and his room key.

You came back 15 minutes later with a coffee and breakfast sandwich for him as a small thank you for everything he’s paid for. You were relieved to still find him asleep as you walked in the door. Before you left, you wrote him a small note:

I have to raincheck on breakfast with you this morning to catch my flight, but here is a coffee and breakfast sandwich as a small thank you for dinner and everything else. I promise to take you out for a proper breakfast or dinner if we ever meet again. I really had a great time with you this weekend. I’m sorry I left before you could say goodbye.

- Love

Y/n

After leaving the note on your pillow, you look at Miguel again before quietly leaving his room. You went back to your room to see Stephanie already packed and ready.

“Hey, we haven’t seen each other all weekend.” Stephanie chuckled as she walked over to hug you. Before she let you go, she frowned slightly when she saw that painful look on your face. “Are you alright, y/n?”

“I know it was only a hookup for the weekend. But I think I stupidly caught feelings for him.” You chuckle softly, trying to fight away the pain in your heart.

“Aww, did he not return your feelings?” Stephanie said as she helped you pack; you tried to stop her, but she refused since she could tell you were hurting.

“Actually- I never told him. Guess I didn’t want to ruin such a great weekend if he didn’t feel the same way.” Stephanie scoffs as she flicks your forehead, which you swatted away as you lightly glared at her.

“Why didn’t you say anything? How did he seem this morning when you said goodbye?”

“I actually left before he woke up...”

“Girl! I swear I will kill you for some of the stupid things you do. Why would you do that?”

“Well, did you do that with Raphael?”

“No! Because mine was just a hookup. Yours was something more. When I saw you with him at breakfast the other day, he seemed to care for you.”

“Well, it’s too late. Plus, it wouldn’t have worked out anyways. I’m in college, still trying to figure out my life when he already has his figured out. Let’s just go. The cab is probably waiting for us downstairs.” You zip up your suitcase before the both of you make it downstairs and into the taxi.

Getting to the airport, passing security, and boarding the plane went surprisingly smoothly. But as you gaze out your window, watching Miami grow smaller, a tear falls down your cheek as you feel like you made a mistake and left a piece of your heart back at the hotel.

Present

The barbecue began to die down as the hours were ticking into the night. It was only your family, Stephanie, and the O’Hara’s helping to clean everything up.

“Y/n, can you take all the dishes and put them in the sink? Liam can do them.”

“What! Why? Y/n’s the one bringing them there?” Whined your younger brother as he was putting garbage in a bag.

“Liam, you’ll do them. Plus, your sister just got home today. She can get a break from chores.” Your mother lightly shot a glare at your younger brother for his attitude. You place a hand on her shoulder and smile at her.

“It’s ok, mom. I’ll do them. He wants to see his friends, and I’ll only be in the house.” You say as you pick up all the dirty dishes and bring them inside the house.

You began to wash the dishes when two large arms trapped you against the sink. Your stomach dropped as butterflies began to fly in rhythm with your rapid heart rate.

You felt him press his toned body against you, making your cheeks red and your body hot. You felt him gently move your hair from your shoulder and press his lips against your neck before whispering in your ear with that low sultry voice you missed so much.

“It’s been a while, Hermosa. I’ve missed you.”

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megantheebaddest · 3 months

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Reader and Drew were in a relationship for about 3 years before OBX came out. They have a 3/4 year old daughter together. However, around 2022 they split due of rumors about Drew and Odessa and it seems he did have a thing for Odessa. Drew still spends time with their daughter and whenever he picks her up Odessa always seems to be with him, it upsets Reader to see how quickly he moved on. Reader expresses her feelings to Madelyn Cline and Madison Bailey as she is still good friends with cast members despite her and Drew no longer being together.

I love your work so much and I loved this idea so much hopefully you can do this I would really appreciate it 🤍

a/n: Thank you so much for this idea. I loved writing this🥹 I hope you don’t mind that i changed a little bit and i had to give them a some what happy ending 😁 lol

warnings: none

Y/d/n = Your daughter’s name

Turn Back Time

“Daddy’s coming, daddy’s coming” Your daughter was singing while jumping on your bed, you were fixing yourself up in the mirror. You looked at her through the mirror and smiled.

“Yep he’s on his way! What do you think you and daddy will do today?”

“Everything!” She screamed and landed on her little butt.

You giggled. You loved how much she adored her dad, despite the fact that you guys are no longer together. He still made it a priority to see her multiple times a week and take her overnight some weekends. Some days and nights were harder than others, even though you both fought and argued a lot, you were both always on the same page when it came to your daughter.

“Come here baby, mommy’s gonna miss you” You say scooping her up in your arms. She cuddled into you. You both heard a car door slam shut. “He’s here!!!!!” She jumped off the bed and ran as fast as her little legs could go. You followed behind her with a smile. There were a few small knocks at the door and your daughter gladly opened it.

“Daddy!!!” She ran into his arms, he was squatting down to her level she almost knocked him over.

“Y/d/n!! Hi baby girl!” he said back, squeezing her and kissing all over her face making her giggle.

You couldn’t help but notice his car was still running, Odessa sitting in the passenger seat. You rolled your eyes subtly and shook your head, gaze falling to the floor. Drew set y/d/n down and looked at you with a small smile. Your daughter ran back in the house to collect the things she was taking for her visit.

“Hey mama” Drew said stepping foot into the entry way. Your dog that you once shared together ran up to him. “Hi buddy!” drew quietly said petting the dog.

“Hi Joseph” you said short turning your gaze elsewhere.

“What do you have planned for the day?” He asked.

“Catching up with Madison and Madelyn, we’re getting some lunch.”

“Oh so in other words a get together to talk shit on me?” He said smirking and winking playfully.

“Not everything is about you.” You say rolling your eyes.

“Relax, i’m only kidding. What’s up with you? You seem off?” He asked “Is it that time of the month?” He joked laughing a bit.

“Alright. Y/d/n!!! Come on, time to go!!” You yelled shaking your head.

“Y/n i’m just messing with you!” He said with a smile on his face. “Come on, talk to me what’s up?”

“Why do you bring her to my house.” You said motioning towards his car. You stood there with your arms crossed feeling vulnerable. “When are you gonna admit you guys are dating?”

“Why would i admit or say something that’s not true?” He asked with an annoying tone.

You just chuckled and shook your head. “Mhm”

“Come on, quit being like that y/n. What do you still care about me?” He said wiggling his eye brows, starting to mess with you again.

“Wish I didn’t.” You say quite enough for just you two to hear.

“I’m ready!” Y/d/n interrupts dragging an over flowing bag with toys and random ‘necessities’.

“You don’t mean that.” Drew said still looking in your eyes, you could sense a little hurt in them. You leaned down to kiss your daughter bye.

“Have fun girlfriend!” You say standing back up. She ran out the door and Drew just stood there looking at you with sad eyes. Once you looked at him he just turned and left. You watched your daughter run to the car. “Dessa!” you heard her scream, you watched Odessa wave at her excitedly with a huge smile on her face. Drew buckled your daughter in and usually he turns to wave bye to you, but this time he didn’t.

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“I don’t know, sometimes i wonder what it would be like to have my family together. I do love him still, so much” Saying the last part just barley over a whisper. Madelyn looked at you with understanding eyes. Madison just pouted her lips.

“I don’t understand why he doesn’t just admit they are together.” You say defeated.

“Oh Y/n.. They aren’t together! They really are just good friends.” Madelyn says. “I hang out with her sometimes and she’s always hooking up with someone different.” she says giggling.

“Oh” You say, thinking back to how you’ve been treating Drew. “Well fuck, i’m such an asshole i should’ve took his word for it. I’m so stupid.” You say putting your head in your hands.

“No, you just aren’t over him, and that’s totally okay!! You both need to have a serious conversation about it. Madison said. You shook your head agreeing.

“Okay enough talk about that, what have you girls been up to?” You ask, thinking about how you said not everything was about Drew but here you are doing just what he’d said.

———

Folding your daughter’s laundry in the living room getting some chores done with an extra big glass of wine before your daughter gets home, you find yourself zoning out thinking about how this conversation could go. You’d hoped he’d want to have one with you. You heard faint quiet knocks at your door, letting you know she was home. You stood up, all the wine you’d consumed hit you and you were feeling a little dizzy. You weren’t drunk just feeling tipsy, you silently admit to yourself that maybe you shouldn’t have had that extra glass. You make your way to the door and swing it open expecting to see a happy energetic girl, but instead she was sleeping, clinging to her daddy for dear life. He was rubbing small circles on her back and swaying back and forth. You smiled at him but he brushed it off and whispered to you. “I’m gonna lay her in her bed. Is that okay?” He asked looking to the ground. You shook your head yes, following him to her room.

He carefully laid her in her bed and tucked her in extra comfy, you were glad he’d already put her pajamas on. You thought to yourself how amazing he was with her, it came so natural to him. He stood up and naturally backed up so you could kiss her. You leaned down kissing her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Drew couldn’t help thinking the same of you. His favorite thing about you was that you are the mother to his child. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I’m gonna head out y/n..” Drew turned to leave.

“Wait!” you whisper yelled, losing your balance a little from the wine.

Drew raised an eyebrow. You grabbed his arm and led him out to the hallway. “I wanna talk to you about things.” You said looking up into his eyes.

“Y/n I already told you, it’s not like that with her” He said already getting annoyed.

“Nooo not about that, we’ll kind of but not.”

Drew’s eyes flickered between yours, the corner of his lip slowly turning up. “Are you drunk?” He laughs.

“What? No. Absolutely not. I just had a glass of wine.”

“One glass?” He said smiling.

“Fine 2… big ones. Come on, will you please talk to me?”

“Of course, you know i’ll always talk with you” he said following you to the living room. He took a seat next to you immediately grabbing a piece of y/d/n’s laundry to fold. You just watched him for a few moments while you gathered your thoughts.

“I’m sorry Drew. I’m sorry for how i’ve been treating you recently i-i just can’t help but think how different everything would be if..”

“If we never broke up?” He finished your sentence.

A sigh escaped your lips as you reached for your wine glass. “I think about it all the time. I wish I could go back and change things. Change my feelings, my insecurities within the relationship, everything.” You say fiddling with your glass.

Drew continued folding the rest of the clothes. He just listened and shook his head in an understanding way.

“Every time I see you I think about how much I miss you.. I miss you so much.” You whispered the last part.

“Y/n.” Drew sighed putting a shirt down. “Come here” He patted his lap.

You looked at him and then back to your drink. You set it down and carefully straddled his lap. You watched as his eyes scanned every inch of your face, your eyes closing at the feeling of him pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“There isn’t a day where i don’t sit and wonder those exact things. I love you, I always have and I always will. You and Y/d/n are my life. Nothing will ever compare nor will anything ever change that. I hate what happened and knowing how you felt but we can’t change the past. Everything happens for a reason honey.”

You sat on his lap listening with tears streaming down your face. Drew brought both of his hands up to your face to wipe the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. He brought your head towards him and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I mean it Y/n, I love you to death”

“I love you” you whispered.

You leaned against his chest, his hands naturally rubbing all over your back to soothe you.

“Mmm” you hummed in comfort. The sound of his heart beat, the smell of his cologne, his embrace all made you feel so safe and content. You have missed this feeling so much.

“Drew?”

“hmm?” He said looking down at you running his hand through your hair.

“I need you.. Like really bad”

He grinned from ear to ear crashing his lips into yours.

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saiidahyunie · 5 months

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blue and sentimental

chou tzuyu x reader ; fluff

synopsis: after a long day at work, you thought it’d be a good idea to spoil tzuyu in the comforts of your home.

wc: 2k

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

a/n: man i love jazz so much and my baby tzu is so precious :(

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the door to your homey loft apartment welcomed you with your tired stature, as you walked in swaddled with thick clothes to help combat the harsh cold, peeling off one layer at a time until almost everything was off except your dress shirt on your upper body.

you placed your overcoat, sweater, and scarf on the studio chair in the living room as you sat on the couch, relaxing after a tiring day of labor finishing up a project planning phase that was ahead of schedule, so your boss felix decided it was a good idea to have everyone leave early which was a really good thing.

huffing out and softly groaning as you slid into the couch more, you felt a buzz from the back pocket of your pants and fished out your phone to see who texted you.

4 new messages: tzuyu ♡

tzuyu

y/nnnnnn

helping shuhua with something really quick

will be home in about an hour

miss you

y/n

no worries

just got home

miss you more, the place feels empty without you

you toss your phone off to the side as you reposition yourself, laying down on the couch as you place your head on one of the pillows that still had a few remnants of tzuyu’s rose scented perfume from watching movies the other night as you breathed deeply becoming one with the couch, letting the urge to sleep slowly take over your body.

twenty or so minutes had passed and you hear a faint vibration under your pillow, you grab under to silence your alarm (which is what you assumed since you didn’t remember setting an alarm for your nap at all) only to find out that it was a call from tzuyu from looking at your squinted eyes, so in less than a millisecond, you answered it.

“hi tzu tzu.” you greet, mouth curling to a derpy smile as you hear a very small gasp on the other end, as tzuyu had you on speaker to showcase the softness in your voice that she’ll never get tired of hearing after two years of being with you.

“hi baby, were you napping?”

“i was before you called, but i’m awake now.” you respond, lightly straining your voice as you stretch, waking up your body now from its much needed power slumber.

“i’m still with shuhua, we’re helping her prepare a surprise present for minnie’s birthday tomorrow.”

“we should be almost done! tzu can you hand me the scissors behind you?” you hear shuhua in the background, tzuyu’s friend from college who had helped her land a job with the modeling agency she was currently working at. you laugh at shuhua’s act as you sat up on the couch again.

“i take that shuhua drove you?” you ask, tzuyu shuffling around on the phone to a more quiet area in the house.

“yeah, she offered to take me but we’ll leave in a bit if shuhua gets everything together.” she responds as you lightly chuckle, “we might do one more thing before she changes her mind again.” tzuyu added on.

“it’s okay, we don’t have plans for the weekend so take as much time as you need.” you say, getting up to turn on the lights of the kitchen and dining room. “i gotta take care of something really quick, so see you here soon?”

tzuyu hums through the phone, “yes babe, i’ll let you do your thing now. i love you.”

“i love you too, bye.”

you ended the call and placed your phone on the countertop, unbuttoning two buttons and rolling up both sleeves of your dress shirt before grabbing a pan from the cabinet and placing it on the stove.

“now let’s get to work, shall we?”

—

tzuyu walks along the long corridor of doors with a brisk pace to make up for the seconds lost by not using the elevator which was undergoing maintenance, her four inch heels echoing in the hallway’s poor acoustics with every step taken before she finally reaches the second to last door on the left–finally home after a busy day.

but before tzuyu could type on the touchscreen of the security lock to open the door, she hears a faint tune of a song filling up the apartment and she knew you’d be playing one thing–jazz–as she seamlessly entered the passcode, opening the door, and walks in; the song playing on the vinyl player set next to the tv in the living room getting a lot more louder once tzuyu was fully inside.

as she took off her heels and placing her bags on the floor, tzuyu then sees you walking around the dining table, a covered dish in your hands as you placed it on the table, her eyes light up at the first seconds of your appearance, and then the aroma of food fills her nostrils.

“oh! you’re here?” you ask as you approach tzuyu, giving her a couple of quick kisses while hugging her.

“traffic on the way back, sorry i took long.”

you shake your head in disagreement as you helped your girlfriend take off the long overcoat and hung it on the abstract coat hanger you found when you and tzuyu went antique shopping a while back, it was nothing too crazy, but she knew that you always had a thing for art–hence why the shared apartment you and her were living appeared to be a makeshift art museum, curated over time even before you two got together.

“what’s all this?”

“a little something something that i put together last minute.” you beam. “now come on, it’s dinner anyway.” grinning as pull her wrist as you show her the table you set up.

the dining table was transformed into one of those high end michelin star restaurants sprinkled with a dash of the 1800s royalty core. on top of the white cover on the table were two old fashioned candles with the plating and silverware neatly organized. there were a few side dishes of yours and tzuyu’s favorite snacks spread out evenly on the table. in addition to that there was a small iron bucket housing two bottles of red wine with two glasses sitting next to it. you were pretty impressed with yourself and how you managed to get everything set together in under an hour (should be considered a record time if she gave you less than thirty minutes.) as you motion tzuyu towards her seat.

“just right this way ma’am the food will be here shortly.” you said as you pulled the seat out for tzuyu to sit, giving a soft laugh as she sat down and adjusted herself.

“i will also be your waiter for tonight, would there be anything you want as an appetizer?”

tzuyu ponders for a second, “i think i’ll have you as my appetizer.” putting a finger to your chest with a sly grin on her face.

you pull your head slightly back at her remark, “i believe that’s not on the menu i’m afraid, but i’ll make an exception just for you.”

“you’re so enticing.”

“i think the best things are saved for dessert.” you say lowly as you lean in for a peck to her jaw, “but let’s enjoy our dinner first.”

picking up on the sound of your alarm in the kitchen, you stand back up and grab a hand cloth on the table, draping it over your forearm while placing your other arm behind your back.

“that would be the main course, excuse me for a moment.” you say as you briskly walk to the kitchen as tzuyu laughs at you. shuffling through the kitchen for a few seconds, you then return with a slightly large bowl with a cover on top, remnants of the smoke still emerging as you place it the middle of the table, pulling the cover as it revealed a simple pork tonkatsu ramen–tzuyu’s favorite as she gasps in shock, clapping her hands at your perfected cooking craft.

“i also forgot one more thing, be right back.” you said as you dashed back to the kitchen to grab a small cutting board with a loaf of toasted garlic bread, the first three slices already out for a proper presentation.

“why’d you do all this?”

“well it’s been a while since we had a date night, so i thought it would be a good idea to just have it at home.” you said smiling as you sat yourself down adjacent from tzuyu.

tzuyu tilts her head in, admired by your effort as she grabs your hand. “it’s so nice to have a personal chef in the relationship.”

“everyone needs a hobby.” you reply, placing the hand cloth from your arm onto your lap. “you must be starving, let's eat!”

tzuyu nods as she grabs her pair of chopsticks and begins to mix the large bowl of homemade ramen, placing it in the small ladle and slurping up the mixture of soup and noodles, humming out loudly as an indication that it was good as she savors the taste a bit longer.

you then fish out one of the pieces of pork from the bowl, leaning over and pouting your lips to tzuyu as she knows what you were doing, opening her mouth again as you feed her. taste buds exploding as the tender piece of pork dissolved in a few bites.

“this is amazing.” she says as you pour her a glass of red wine for her to drink.

the dining table was filled with the conversation of events that had occur in you and tzuyu’s work day as both of you continuously ate through the small courses of food and side dishes, filling in on the things that were worth talking about. you talked about how felix did a team bonding exercise where you had to accomplish cooking something where one person was blindfolded, another person not able to hear, and the third person not being able to talk. it was tedious but a fun activity nonetheless. tzuyu mentioned that she has a photoshoot for one of her friend’s small business that sells minimal gym apparel and how she’ll get exclusive access to certain clothing items for you and her to keep.

after finishing most of the food, tzuyu starts to get up with her empty bowl in her hand.

“oh don’t worry about cleaning, i’ll take care of it.”

“are you sure? i feel like i should do something since you did all the cooking and setting up.”

“tzu it’s fine.” you say pulling her in for a loving embrace, tzuyu’s lips finding your neck leaving you breathless.

“there is one last thing before we can do all that.” you say, walking over to the vinyl record player to flip the vinyl to the other side, playing a mellow tune of both the piano and bass.

walking back in front of tzuyu, you do a curtsy bow with your hand out as an offering.

“may i have this dance with you?”

tzuyu slightly cringes at your cliche move, but accepts your offer, “yes i would love to.”

taking her hand in yours, planting your other arm around her waist pulling you closer as you slowly danced in the living room, the lights having the perfect timing as they faintly dimmed, setting the mood as you two held each other.

“isn’t this nat king cole?”

“how’d you know?” you asked in surprise to tzuyu’s knowledge of your jazz repertoire.

“i saw you pick out a vinyl record from him when we went out last week. it’s a cute song you picked and i love it.” tzuyu admits to you as you give a pouted expression to her, earning a laugh as you lightly kiss her cheeks.

“this song makes me feel better whenever i get stressed out with anything.” you explained as you held tzuyu even tighter, “i’m glad you love it as much as i do.”

tzuyu then tiptoes a bit to brush your lips as you continue to slow dance with the song gently echoing behind you,

blue and sentimental

i can't forget you

my heart won't let you

out of my mind

it rains all the time

since you said goodbye

the skies in my eyes

in my heart all cry

blue and sentimental

if you don't want me

why do you haunt me

and keep me feeling

blue and sentimental?

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harry-on-broadway · 1 year

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Hopelessly Devoted

Word Count: 3.1K || Rating: M (contains sexual content)

A/N: So is everyone else still worked up over last night? 😅 Consider this a way to work through those feelings. (We’re also counting this as my entry in my own fic challenge lol My chosen prompt is bolded below). Happy reading! Would love to hear your thoughts!

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“Remind me what you were last year,” you asked.

The question felt weird and it was hard to believe that Harry had been a stranger to you at this time last year given his constant presence in your life over the past ten months.

“Was Dorothy one night and a clown the next,” he said, voice gravelly from the combination of sleep and overuse.

“You set the bar pretty high for someone who supposedly hates Halloween,” you said affectionately, snuggling closer to him underneath the blankets.

“I try to be a good sport. You know, for Mitch” he replied, smirking and popping one eye open. “Get over here, you’re so far away.”

“Harry, if I was any closer I’d be on top of you.”

“Exactly! Get over here.” He lunged for you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you giggled into his shoulder. Once his grip was secure, he rolled back onto his side of the bed, pulling you with him. When he stopped moving, he opened his eyes and gazed up at you. “Hi…” he said softly.

“Can you give me another hint as to what you’re going to be this year? Is it another group costume?”

“You are relentless, woman!” Harry exclaimed, shaking his head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You’re going to tell me what your costume is.”

“Nope,” he replied, pressing his lips against yours, hoping the gesture would placate you and halt the inquisition.

“If you won’t tell me, how are we supposed to do a couple’s costume?”

“Oh, are you planning on joining me on stage?”

“No,” you said quickly. “You know I’m not about that.”

“Then just be patient, love,” Harry said, moving his hand up your body to rub the back of your neck. “I think you’re going to be pleased with what you see tonight. Let’s just get breakfast now.” He released you and nudged you towards the edge of the bed. “How do you feel about scrambled eggs?”

Thanks to the weekend and a couple of well-deserved vacation days, you’d landed in Los Angeles on Thursday evening, ready for a weekend of shows and relaxation. You hadn’t done much else other than watch Harry perform, and he’d apologized for doing a poor job at playing host, explaining that he really needed his rest. You didn’t care though, it was a treat just to get to sit next to him.

You’d headed over to the arena with him in the afternoon, occupying yourself with your phone and making conversation with whoever was around as Harry went through soundcheck and warmed before retreating from the backstage area when he was told it was time to get dressed. “Have fun, love,” he said on his way out of the room. “I’ll be looking for you,” he added with a wink.

With about an hour left until showtime, you took your time putting the finishing touches on your own costume. You’d opted for the easy way out, a version of Where’s Waldo, complete with a striped top and cap, and when you’d finished dressing you made your way into the arena and settled into the area cordoned off for friends and family to watch Ben’s set. When he’d finished, you settled for people watching around the arena.

It was fun to see what everyone was dressed as. Many had dressed up like Harry and there were even a few dressed up as Marvel characters. You checked your phone and saw that Harry and the rest of the band were running late, which made you nervous, even though you knew there wasn’t a reason to be. What did he have up his sleeve? Finally you saw Pauli and Elin come out of the tunnel and head to the stage in bright pink bomber jackets.

No. He wouldn’t dare.

You flashed back to a conversation you’d had several months ago. You were in his arms, sweat cooling on your bodies as you both tried to catch your breath.

“What’s your favorite movie?” he’d asked, chest rising and falling.

The question, while strange for the situation, didn’t catch you off guard. You’d grown used to Harry’s rapid fire question squeezed into every moment you all were able to salvage together.

“Grease,” you’d said without hesitation.

“Really?” he asked. Even without looking at him you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, I think I was Sandy for like three Halloweens in a row. I used to ask my mom to let me watch the movie every day after school for a couple of years.”

“A couple of years?” he asked incredulously.

“What can I say? It’s a classic!” you said with a laugh. “I also had a bit of a crush on John Travolta. I was very disappointed when I learned that present day-Travolta didn’t look like 1978 Travolta.”

“Noted,” Harry had said, as he rolled back on top of you.

That was all you could think about as you watched Sarah, Yaffra, Mitch, and Ny-Oh file in. You’d counted their characters one-by-one, until you confirmed your suspicions about who Harry would be dressed as.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath as the lights dimmed and the concert’s intro began to play. You kept your eyes trained on the center of the stage, lit up by the spotlight, until you saw the trapdoor open and watched as Harry slowly emerged from the depths of the stage.

The first thing you saw was the wig, and you were only slightly ashamed that it made you feel the way you did, heat spreading through you, setting your body ablaze. The leather jacket and tight black pants had you breathless and you had to remind yourself to take a breath, lest you pass out in the middle of the Kia Forum. The confidence he oozed on a nightly basis was amplified by the outfit, which only drove you wilder. Based on the screams echoing through the building, you weren’t alone in that feeling.

Your eyes followed him as he pranced around the stage. You were brave enough to admit that your gaze was mostly alternating between his ass and – when he’d shed the leather jacket – his arms. You melted even further when you caught a glimpse of the big screen and saw that he had donned eyeliner as well.

A couple of songs in, he caught your eye and threw you a wink, his lips curling into a smile as he did so. The throngs of people in front of you all screamed, each thinking the gesture was directed at them, but you smiled at the knowledge that it was only for you.

The moment of your undoing was at the end of the show, when he tossed the jacket over his shoulder before leaving the stage, running through the tunnel of fans. When he’d disappeared behind the curtain, you and the rest of his team made your way backstage. Harry and the band were high-fiving and celebrating another show in the books, with someone, likely Pauli, starting to pour drinks for everyone. Harry reached for the cup, but stopped when he saw you enter the room, racing over and scooping you up in his arms.

“Surprised?” he whispered in your ear as he spun you around. “Was it worth the wait?” You nodded into his neck. “Why don’t we have a drink and then I’ll get changed and we can head home.”

“How about we have a drink and head home and you keep this on?” you said, surprising yourself with your boldness.

“You –?” Harry pulled back to get a better look at you. “This is really doing it for you?” he asked, throat bobbing.

“Thought you knew I’d always had a thing for Danny?”

“I mean – I didn’t think it was in that way, but hell, I’ll take it,” he grinned. “Tell you what, why don’t we just skip the drink and get out of here.”

“I’d love that plan,” you said. “Don’t forget the jacket,” you added, kissing him gently.

Harry’s eyes widened and you laughed as he all but scampered across the room, grabbing his jacket and offering quick goodbyes to everyone around him.

“Ready?” he asked you, eyes clearer and more focused than they were moments ago. After an affirming nod from you, he took your hand in his and pulled you towards the exit. There was an electricity in the air during the drive home, marred only by Harry’s occasional muttering of “for fuck’s sake” when you hit a tricky bit of traffic, but you made good time and were pulling into his garage before midnight.

He led you through the maze of hallways, not bothering to turn on a light until you reached the bedroom. Once inside the room, he pulled you close to him and placed a searing kiss against your lips. It was surprisingly tame, but you knew he was just trying to control himself ahead of what was sure to be a memorable evening.

“Give me a sec?” he asked when you parted. “I just want to freshen up.”

You nodded, and sat on the bench at the end of the bed where he tossed the jacket next to you. Harry closed the bathroom door behind him and you were left alone in the quiet, empty room. Stretching, you looked down, suddenly aware that Waldo was not the best outfit for setting the mood. You pulled at the shirt trying to expose more of your cleavage before giving up. Your eyes landed on Harry’s leather jacket next to you and an idea formed.

You shed your striped top, rummaging through the suitcase beside the dresser for some of the sexier undergarments you’d packed for this exact occasion before settling on a pair of lacy underwear. You removed the rest of your clothes, replacing your everyday cotton briefs with the red garment and pulled Harry’s jacket on top of your naked torso so that it just covered your bare breasts.

You heard the click of the bathroom door latch and jumped. “Don’t come in!” you shouted.

“Um, OK…” Harry said suspiciously.

You took a look in the mirror surveying yourself and your new outfit for any imperfections, but were largely pleased with what you saw.

“OK, you can come in now,” you said, adjusting your hair so that it fell just right. You arched your back as you leaned against the wall, praying that the pose you settled on was more sexy than awkward. “Tell me about it, stud,” you said in the sultriest voice you could manage as Harry walked in.

Harry stared at you. “What’s this then?”

“That is my line, right?” you giggled, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious over your attempt at seduction.

“You’re fucking right that’s your line,” Harry said, voice low and deep with desire as he crossed the room in three strides and pressed you against the wall. “Say it, again,” he said against your lips.

“Stud,” you whispered, soft and slow.

“Fuck,” he hissed against your skin. You could feel a hardness below his belt as he pressed his full body weight against you.

“Do you like this?” you asked.

“What do you think?” he replied, wrapping one of his hands around your neck and pulling you forward to meet his lips. He closed the gap between you all with a ferocity you’d never experienced. He nipped at your lips, parting them just enough to slot his tongue in between them and you moaned at the intrusion.

Mouths occupied, his free hand traced its way up your waist before settling on your breast. The tip of his index finger ghosted over your nipple in a slow, teasing circle, causing it to harden underneath of his touch. Your breathing quickened and he increased the pace of his circles to match your breath before stopping.

You made a wounded noise at the loss of the sensation but gasped when his mouth replaced his fingers and you felt a jolt of pleasure throughout your entire body. His mouth was hot and wet against the skin of your breast and you tried to stay in the moment and memorize the feel of him on your body. His other hand landed on your left breast and he repeated the sequence.

Without breaking contact, Harry looked up at you as he continued his attack on your breasts, feeling his cock harden even more as he took in the look of pure ecstasy on your face. He was quite confident in his abilities in the bedroom, but he didn’t think he’d ever caused you to come undone this quickly before.

“Harry,” you panted, interrupting his reverie.

“Yes?”

“I need –” you started.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you need.”

You took a shaky breath. “I need your mouth on my clit.”

Harry bit his lip, closed his eyes, and willed himself not to cum on the spot. You were never shy about what you wanted during sex, but were also rarely this direct, opting for subtle corrections or guidance. When he’d calmed himself, he looked back up at you. “Your wish is my command.”

He kissed down your body, leaving a wet trail down your stomach and ribs, continuing to kiss around your thighs, pulling them apart to better position himself at your center. His hands drifted to your hips and he slowly pulled your panties down until they pooled around your ankles. With nothing between you and him, he brought his hands underneath your ass to pull you close to his face, relishing how the feel of your skin under his palms and the hem of the leather jacket surrounded him in softness.

You placed one of your hands in his hair, ready to push him to you, but he dove in without preamble before you could make a move. He lapped at your wet folds clearly avoiding the one spot you most wanted him.

“Don’t be a tease,” you whined, hating how desperate you sounded.

“You know you like it,” he shot back, and as infuriating as it was, he was absolutely right.

You were relaxing into his touch, growing somewhat content with the feeling and trying to ignore the desire that was pulsing within you. Which is why you were caught off guard when he suddenly locked his lips around your clit, dragging his teeth gently along the sensitive skin.

You yelped with pleasure and felt your knees go weak at the sensation. Harry tightened his arms around you, which served the dual purpose of keeping you upright and bringing his face deeper between your legs, which in turn only intensified the waves of satisfaction that were ricocheting through your body.

“Harry, I’m – oh!”

You knew it was coming, but your orgasm still surprised you, in both its intensity and duration. Harry didn’t falter throughout it, keeping his ministrations steady as he helped you ride it out, only pulling away when he could feel your breathing start to even out.

“Easy there,” he said when you tried to step back on unsteady legs.

You sank down the wall before settling into his lap and kissing him, long, hard, and deep. “Your turn,” you said, pulling away and resting your forehead against his. As you looked into his eyes, you saw that the eyeliner on his waterline had grown smudged from the sweat that dotted his face. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want you,” he said, hands once again finding your ass. “On top. Want to see you.”

You smiled, and eased up onto your knees. “Well, I think these are in the way,” you said, fingering the button of his pants, and pulling the tight garment down his legs, throwing them and his briefs behind you. His shirt was next and once he was completely naked below you, you started to shrug off the jacket you were still wearing.

“No. Leave it,” he said, pulling it back up your shoulders.

His cock was jutting proud, red, and already leaking against his stomach, but you gave him a few tentative strokes anyways as you slid the condom on him, enjoying the way his face contorted with pleasure alongside your touch. Satisfied, you lifted your hips once again and sank down onto him. You were already wet, so you took him with little resistance, but even with that it was still a tight fit and you swallowed thickly when he was fully inside you. You took a moment to savor the sensation that only Harry – not your hand or some toy – could give you.

After a moment, you moved up and down, testing the waters, while Harry hissed below you. You leaned over top of him, your breasts pressed against his chest, the loose flaps of the jacket hanging open over top of your bodies, and you tentatively rolled your hips, slow at first, but building speed until you found a pace that felt manageable for you and good for Harry based on the sounds he was emitting.

“Do you like this?” you asked him. He nodded. “Tell me,” you said. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

“So good. So fucking good, baby,” he rambled beneath you. The ragged sound of his breathing and the incoherence of his thoughts indicated that he was close. You knew what he needed and leaned down once more and kissed him, wet and sloppy, and seconds later you felt him stiffen and spill over inside of you. You continued to kiss him, loving the way he moaned against your lips, and when he was done, you lifted off of him and laid down next to him.

He stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. “I–. You –. Fuck,” he finally said.

“Love you too, Harry,” you replied. You shifted next to him, taking off the leather jacket which was now sticking to you uncomfortably. Completely naked, you shivered as the AC kicked on, drying the sweat on your body.

Sensing your discomfort, Harry pulled you into him, gently rubbing your back. “This was a great treat, love,” he said. “Not sure next year will be able to top this.”

“Next year?” You knew you both were happy in the relationship and had no plans for anything to change, but hearing him talk so casually about the future did something to you. Maybe it was the hormones, but you were suddenly overcome by an intense wave of affection for the man lying next to you.

“Yeah,” Harry said confidently, turning to look at you. “You’re the only one for me and I hope I make that clear to you every day.”

“Hopelessly devoted,” you said, with a light chuckle.

“Hopelessly devoted to you, love.”

***

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bradshawssugarbaby · 6 months

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Heads Carolina, Tails California - Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: I was listening to country music and was inspired, now I have a Hangman fic on my hands. Sorry y'all.

pairing: Lt. Jake Seresin x reader

warnings/content: none other than jake being a flirt and drunkenly singing country music.

word count: 2k

The beach was quiet for a weekend afternoon, a rare occurrence that you opted to take advantage of today. You and your friends couldn’t think of anything better to do today than spend a lazy day on the sand by the waterfront, taking in the bright Californian sun and the warm breeze. You laid out on your beach towel on the sand, the scent of your sunscreen and saltwater surrounding you, sunglasses perched on your face, you squinted up at the sun before shutting your eyes, taking in the day.

“Oh my god, look at that.”

You sat up, your eyes following to where your friend Stephanie was unashamedly pointing to. You almost admonished her for pointing like a schoolgirl until you saw what she was gesturing to. Tall, handsome, shirtless men had suddenly overtaken a spot on the beach just a few yards down from you, tossing a coloured football around between them.

“Steph…you know who they are, right?”, you heard your friend Courtney ask almost in disbelief.

“Navy men!” They practically squealed together.

“Guys, they might not necessarily be in the Navy, civilians come here too, I mean, we’re not in the Navy,” you pointed out, knowing that neither of them would likely listen to your reasoning.

“Please, men looking that good? If they’re not in the Navy, then they’re a group of Coppertone models,” Stephanie said matter-of-factly.

“I call dibs on the tall one with the mustache, he looks like he’s down for a good time, you know? Plus, those denim shorts aren’t hiding much,” Courtney smirked as her gaze narrowed in on the man in question. She went instantly into flirt mode, trying her best to impress from where she was seated. Suddenly, the man lowered his sunglasses to get a better look at her, before calling over.

“Hey pretty girl, do you wanna come play football? We’re down a guy and I could use an extra set of hands on my side!” His voice was as smooth as velvet as he spoke, and his million dollar smile that followed his words was enough to make you all swoon. Before he’d even finished his sentence, Courtney was making her way over to him, grinning back at the two of you before introducing herself to him and joining his team for this impromptu beach football game that was unfolding.

“Some people get all the luck,” Stephanie grumbled and huffed as she blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. Almost instantly though, her pout dissolved as she spotted a younger looking man, wearing a yellow t-shirt and workout shorts, sporting glasses with his blonde hair combed into a military approved cut.

“Oh…I like this one,” She nodded.

“Steph, come on, you can’t just pick them out like a goldfish at the pet store,” you chided as you checked your manicure, giving it a once over before looking back out at the football game.

“You know…I think I’m gonna go see if they need a cheerleader.”

Before you could even respond, Stephanie had gathered her things in her tote bag and taken off to go sit and watch the game up close, giving flirtatious little waves to the solely shirted member of the game, his cheeks flushing red as he waved back to her with a smile on his face.

“So much for a girls day…” you sighed as you rolled your eyes.

Just as you were settling back onto your towel on the sand, trying to focus all of your attention on relaxing and your tan, you heard the opening notes of a familiar song trailing from the football game. This time, you look up and notice a blonde man with a muscular physique, hands on his hips and raybans over his eyes as he yells at his friends.

“This is a great song! How could you not like ‘Heads Carolina, Tails California?’”

You smirked and laughed to yourself as you heard the chorus of the song, followed by someone, presumably Blondie, singing along in a deep, off-key baritone.

“Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer, up in the mountains, down by the ocean-”

You heard Courtney mention your name to her new male friend, and when you looked up, she shot you a grin, trying to intice you to come over. She knew you loved this song, country music was your weakness, having grown up in Tennessee. You sighed and rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses before standing up. You had to admit, if for nothing else, poor Blondie looked like he was two beers deep into a country playlist on Spotify that wasn’t going to end well for him.

“I heard my song.” You said with a smirk as you looked at Courtney.

“Bradley was just saying how this is also his friend’s favourite song.”

“Hi,” You responded as you pointed towards Blondie, who was still having a karaoke moment solo, as if either desperately trying to convince his buddies it was a great song or as if he was trying to forget the fact he was being humbled in football.

“Where it don’t matter, long as we’re goin somewhere together–”

“I’ve got a quarter, heads Carolina, tails California”

You harmonized with him as best as you could, your voices melodically flowing together to create something that sort of resembled the original song. Blondie turned and flashed you a blindingly bright smile. His teeth were flawlessly perfect, much like the rest of him. He flipped his sunglasses to the top of his head, his seafoam green eyes locking on you as he raised an eyebrow, as if impressed or surprised (or both) at the fact that you knew the words and joined in with him.

“I’m Jake,” He said, extending his tanned, muscular arm in your direction to offer you his hand.

You nodded your head as you shook his hand and gave him your name, a soft laugh escaping your parted lips, “I don’t think I’ve heard anyone sing Heads Carolina like that since I was a kid. It was my mom’s favourite song when I was little.”

“Hey, mine too!” Jake laughed as he shook a hand through his short blonde hair, “I’m just glad someone recognized the song. None of these idiots did,” He frowned before muttering something about them not being from the South under his breath.

“Maybe I know it because I’m from Tennessee,” you helped.

“That might be it, you know. I’m a Texas boy myself,” he nodded, “Austin, born and raised.”

“Chattanooga, not exactly the country music capital but close enough,” You nod.

Jake smiled and shook his head, looking almost bewildered at the fact he’d met a girl from the South in California. He reached into the cooler that he and his friends had brought, grabbing himself another drink. He looked up at you from his crouching position at the cooler.

“Can I get you anything, sugar? We’ve mostly just got beer, but there might be the odd vodka soda hiding in here, and we have just regular sodas and waters in there too, our buddy Baby-on-Board over there doesn’t drink much, so we make sure we have stuff for him too,” He nods, pointing towards the shirt-wearing guy that Stephanie currently was giggling with, her hands resting on his shoulder as she talks to him, completely oblivious to anything around her.

“Uh, beer, thanks…sorry, did you just say his name is Baby-on-Board?” You raised an eyebrow, praying it was a nickname.

“Yeah, uh, wait, I’ll explain. So we’re all Naval aviators, and we all have callsigns for when we’re in the air. Robert over there told us his is Bob but never told us what it stood for, so, I just filled in the blanks. I think it’s just a nickname for Robert and he didn’t come up with anything better for a callsign, but this is more fun.”

“So what’s your callsign then?”

“Hangman,” he says proudly as he stands up to hand you your beer and smiles, his chest puffing slightly as he speaks. “Bradley over there is Rooster.”

“Why Hangman?”

“Well, I’m the only aviator on active duty with a confirmed kill,” He nods, his voice full of pride, ignoring the groans from his friends.

“That’s not why and you know it, Jake!” one of them shouts.

“I am though, I’m the only one.”

“Well,” a dark haired brunette woman in a sports bra and athletic shorts spoke this time, smirking as she looked at Jake, “That is technically true, but you’ve left out a few details though. You’re Hangman because you always leave us hanging out to dry.”

“Hey, I just fly fast, not my fault if you can’t keep up, Phoenix,” he retorts dryly with a smirk before sipping his beer.

Jake sets his drink down on the cooler and picks up his phone, selecting another song on his seemingly never-ending playlist. He finally settled on something, smirking as he set it down beside his drink before heading out to play in the next round of football. He gestured for you to follow him, a wide grin plastered on his gorgeous features.

“You coming along? I need a good runningback for this one.”

You hesitantly took a swig of your drink, the cold liquid hitting your throat as you gulped it down. You adjusted your ponytail and nodded as you kicked off your sandals and headed after him, laughing as you shook your head.

“I’m not much of a football player,” you said, knowing his expectations of you probably weren’t high to begin with.

“That’s fine, I just need you to run fast if you catch it, ok, sweets? I think you can do it.”

He gave you a reassuring smile as he placed his hand on your shoulder playfully before pointing to where he needed you to stand. As the acting quarterback, Jake threw a perfect spiral towards a teammate, and you took off running to be in the game. The teammate passed it back to Jake, who, surprisingly, tossed it to you. You caught it, and without even thinking twice, you ran as fast as your legs would allow, ducking hands and tackles left right and centre as you made it to the makeshift goal post. The others whistled and cheered in surprise and you looked over to see Jake grinning proudly at his newest draft pick as he came jogging over to you.

“Jesus, where’d you learn to run like that? I don’t think I could even keep up.”

“I, uh,” you panted, trying to catch your breath as you spoke, “I played on my school’s lacrosse team when I was in high school, so I guess there? I haven’t played in a decade though. And football, I mean, I only ever played with my brothers for fun, never on a team or anything.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to get your number now so I can call you when we decide to play again, because I’m pretty sure you’ve just outplayed all of us.”

“Is that so?” You cocked an eyebrow up at him as you smirked, your hands resting on your hips, just above the waistline of your short denim shorts.

“Honestly, I’m both impressed and a little intimidated, and I’ve never been known to be intimidated by a woman before, it’s kind of hot though…” his voice trails off, as if the last part of his sentence wasn’t initially supposed to be an outside thought.

“Hot?” You teased, raising an eyebrow, “Did you just call me hot?”

“I guess I did, yeah,” He smirked as he handed you his phone, your fingers brushing against each other as you took it from him.

Typing your number in, you grinned as you handed it back to him, nodding your head as you grabbed your bag and stepped back into your sandals.

“I should really get going, but I guess you’ll text me later?” You smirked as you stopped to look at him one last time before heading out with your friends.

“You can count on it, babe.”

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Best (Fake) Boyfriend

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Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!reader

Summary: When you receive unwanted attention at a fancy restaurant, a handsome SWAT sergeant pretends to be your boyfriend to help you.

Warnings: pushy man is pushy and mean. Deacon is perfect and pretty. reader isn't rich (not necessarily poor, just usually unable to afford the vacation she's on). lots of fluff!! there's also a Psych reference and if you find it, we should be friends

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

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“It’ll be fun!” your best friend insists.

“I don’t know,” you reply.

“It’s just a weekend. This is the hottest resort in LA and we’re never going to be able to afford it again. Besides, it’s an Uber ride away, if you hate it after the first night, just go home. We wouldn’t hold that against you, swear.”

Closing your eyes, you nod. The small group of friends surrounding you cheers. After they force you to pack a bag, you find yourself in the back of an Uber driving through Beverly Hills.

“How did you get a room here again?” you ask.

“I got an insane discount voucher when I went to the grand opening of that new organic restaurant in Santa Monica!”

“And we’re just spending a weekend in the resort? Swimming, relaxing,” you trail off, unsure if you believe the lack of ulterior motives.

“Yeah,” your best friend answers, “plus rich men from the Hills.”

The Uber driver rolls his eyes, and you can’t blame him... not at all.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Save a whole school full of evacuees and you get a dinner reservation at a Beverly Hills resort,” Street muses. “I knew there was a reason I liked this gig.”

“You do know that place will be crawling with rich, single women,” Hicks begins.

“Yeah, we do,” Tan and Street cheer together.

“And badge bunnies,” Hicks finishes.

Street shrugs, and Deacon and Hondo shake their heads.

“Do we have to attend?” Deacon asks.

“Why? Got better plans?” Street asks.

“A night in the hills isn’t everyone’s idea of a fun time, playboy,” Hondo answers. Deacon nods his agreement.

“Yes, you have to go. Mayor’s going to be there tonight, too. Every week like clockwork,” Hicks answers.

“Hey, Deac,” Street calls as they walk out. “What’s the real problem?”

“Just seems like a materialistic, money-based approximation of the worth of the lives we saved,” Deacon answers. “The mayor’s office just implied all those lives are worth approximately $650.”

“Those meals are over $125 each?” Luca gapes. “Sorry, I know that’s not the point.”

“It’s not the first or last time we’ll receive a monetary thank you, but at some point it becomes more about the reward after the job than the job itself,” Deacon adds.

“Maybe we’ll be there for a reason,” Luca offers. “But I get what you’re saying. We are focused on the job, and that’s all we can control.”

“Then I guess we should clean up. Places like that frown upon dirt covered tactical uniforms."

"Their loss; this is my best look,” Street jokes.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Um, I can’t afford to look at this menu,” you say, pushing it back onto the table. “Maybe I should go find a diner or something.”

“It’s included,” your best friend whispers. “But we’re trying to play the part, so sit up and feel as good as you look in that outfit.”

Sighing, you straighten your shoulders, picking up the outrageously priced menu again and trying not to let your shock show. Indeed, you’ll never live like this again, but you’re not sure you’d want to even if you could.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Would it be wrong for me to say there’s one for each of us?” Street asks, glancing over his menu.

“Yes,” Deacon, Hondo, and Luca reply in unison.

“They’re women, not suits, Street,” Deacon adds.

“Think I could land one?” Street asks.

“Playboy,” Hondo sighs. “You don’t have enough game for half of one of those women, kid.”

“Really? ‘Cause the one in the blue’s lookin’ over here.”

“Probably at Deacon,” Luca says, keeping his eyes on the menu.

“Right,” Deacon agrees sarcastically. “I- honestly, I don't know what's in most of these foods, so one of you order for me.”

He sets his menu down, his gaze wandering to the table of women Street was talking about. One of them catches his attention, and when the four other women get up, giggling as they walk toward the bathroom, he decides he’s looking at a kindred soul.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Mind if I sit here for just a moment? My friends are running late, and the reservation is under another name,” a man explains, smiling as he looks at you.

“Uh, I don’t think-“

“Thanks,” he says, cutting you off as he sits beside you.

“My friends are coming right back,” you state. “So, you should find somewhere else to wait.”

“Sounds like you have time to kill, and I do, too. What’s your name?”

You don’t answer, fiddling with the bottom of the tablecloth as you watch the doorway for your friends to return.

“I can’t imagine someone ditching you.”

The man leans into your peripheral vision, and you turn your head away. When his hand brushes against your covered hip, you stand quickly.

“I told you that I didn’t want to talk, so you should find your way to your own table before I come back,” you say lowly before walking to the balcony entrance.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon tunes out his teammates as he watches a man sit beside you. Your obvious discomfort makes him eager to help. He stops at the thought that one uninvited man in your personal space is likely more than enough.

“Deac?” Hondo asks. “Oh,” he adds when he looks at what is so worthy of Deacon’s attention.

“Didn’t think he still had it in him,” Luca whispers to Hondo.

Deacon stands suddenly, his attention on your back as you walk onto the balcony. Hondo notices that the man beside you looks angry, and when he jostles the table in his haste to follow you, he knows why Deacon is so invested.

“Go help her out, Deac, we got your back,” Hondo says.

Deacon nods wordlessly, buttoning his blazer as he follows in your footsteps. His team looks on, sure that Deacon has control of the situation but is prepared to jump in if the situation calls for it.

“Deacon comes back with her glued to his side or that starry far-away look in his eye,” Luca announces. “Trust me.”

“My money’s on the first one. You see how she relaxed the moment her friends left? She’s just like him,” Tan points out.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Looks like you found your way to my table, too,” the man says behind you.

When you turn to face him, you step back. His jaw is tight, and his eyes look darker than they did inside.

“Change your mind about spending time with me, girlie?”

With your side to the door, you notice someone walk out, but don’t expect an arm to circle your waist a moment later.

“Hey, babe,” the man says. “What’s going on? Came back to the table and you were gone.”

Looking up at him, you sigh at the sight of his large, kind eyes. Trusting him, you relax against his side, raising a hand to press against his sternum.

“Sorry, handsome. This guy was waiting for his friends,” you explain.

“You need help finding your table or somethin’? This is a nice place, I’m sure they can help with that.”

The man clenches his fists at his side, looking between you and the man holding you to his side.

“Or do you need a different kind of help?”

The hand on your hip tightens, his touch still gentle as his voice drops. He’s defending you, angry for you, and though you don’t know why, you’re grateful.

“No, I’m good. Your ‘babe’ here might want to learn some manners, though.”

You press your hand against your guy’s chest when he tries to follow the man inside. Whispering your name to distract him, you sigh when his attention returns to you.

“I’m Deacon,” he replies. “Sorry for grabbing you.”

“Don’t apologize. Thank you. I don’t know what I was thinking walking out here alone.”

Your hand is still spread over his chest, his arm around your waist, and his hand rubbing soft circles on your hip. You know the moment has to end, but your desperation to draw it out outweighs your logic.

“Well, thank you, Deacon. You’re a great boyfriend; I’m sure there’s a very happy woman somewhere.”

Deacon’s hand moves to your waist as you move back, and he quickly raises the other to stop you.

“There is no happy woman,” he responds. “I just- how often do you have to deal with stuff like that?”

“Not very often. Most guys get the idea, even if it takes a few tries. Never had to be saved like this before.”

Deacon sighs, disappointed either in you or the situation. You hope it’s the situation, and Deacon can practically read your mind.

“I’m a SWAT sergeant, and we have to watch for crossfire,” he begins.

You nod with furrowed brows, confused as to where this is going.

“I just will never understand how some men are so okay with not caring how many women they hurt in pursuing their own… whatever it is they’re looking for.”

“How? How is there no lucky woman?” you ask softly. “Between the kindness and the poetic speeches, you’re just begging to get snatched up.”

Deacon drops his chin, shaking his head as he smiles.

“Why’d you follow me?” you ask.

“You were uncomfortable. I noticed you before he sat down, and then when you stood up so fast I couldn’t just sit there. Especially when he followed you.”

“Then you can tell I don’t fit in here.”

“I can,” Deacon agrees before whispering, “because I don’t either.”

“Could you maybe ditch your friends?” you ask. “Let me call you handsome for a while longer?”

“You seem a bit too pleased to have a fake boyfriend who only came out here to scare somebody off.”

“Because my fake boyfriend is better than any real one I’ve ever had.”

Deacon smiles, pulling you against him. “I have to stay for dinner, it’s a work thing. But if you’re still up for pet names later, and tomorrow, and for a good, long while, I think we can work something out.”

“I will be.”

“Have your phone?”

You pull your phone from your pocket, unlock it, and hand it to him. He keeps one hand on your side as he adds his contact, sending himself a text with your name. After he returns your phone, he sighs.

“The moment’s over?” you ask.

“The moment is on hold,” Deacon corrects.

“Enjoy your work dinner. I’m going to go have a free dinner and listen to my friends pretend they belong here.”

“Feel free to sit at my table if you need a break. I’m sure they’re talking about you already. Trying to decide if I’ll actually act on my feelings or just come back in alone and puppy-like.”

You smile, slowly separating yourself from Deacon. Walking in first, he holds the door for you, and you brush your knuckles against his hand before returning to your table. As you sit, your eyes stray to Deacon and never leave.

✯✯✯✯✯

“That little hand thing counts, right?” Tan asks.

“Counts for what?” Deacon inquires as he sits.

“I thought you’d come back with your arm around her.”

“We’re, uh, we’re gonna keep talking later.”

“Atta boy, Deac!” Luca cheers.

“Why didn’t you invite her over?” Hondo asks. “This may be a work thing, but that doesn’t mean it has to be boring.”

“I did. If she gets tired of her friends, she’ll be over.”

“Yeah,” you interject, pausing at the corner of their table. “I’m tired of my friends and your table seems like a better fit.”

Street, Luca, and Tan rush to pull a chair over for you, arguing over who gets the credit. You laugh at their antics as Deacon tells you everyone’s names.

“Nice to meet you. And thanks for letting me crash your dinner,” you say.

“So, what do you think of our Deacon here?” Luca asks, smiling kindly.

“I think he’s great,” you answer honestly. Turning toward him, you whisper, “And handsome.”

“Are pet names our thing now?” he asks.

“Hey, you started it, babe.”

Deacon dips his chin before his eyes rise to yours, and you think ‘beautiful’ might be a better fit for him. Luckily, he promised plenty of time to try all the pet names you can think of.

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wooahaes · 5 months

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delayed flight

pairing: non-idol!dino x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship.

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: travel stress.

daisy's notes: i miss flying :(

“They were out of the coffee you like, so I just got us two cups of tea…”

You’d been curled up by your bags when Chan found you, sleepily watching the other planes come in. The one thing you hated most about flying was when this happened: you (and Chan) were stranded while waiting for a delayed flight to come in. It wasn’t delayed enough that you’d be stuck overnight (so far), but you were just ready to get back to your apartment. His gaze softened when he saw you, and he made his way over, settling into the seat next to yours. His fingers brushed against your own when he passed you your cup, Chan’s lips pressing against your temple for a moment.

“I know this sucks,” he said, “but you can take a nap if you need to. I can watch our carry-on stuff.”

You shook your head, leaning against him. “I’ll sleep on the plane. I just keep watching the planes come in and hoping that maybe one of them will end up being ours.”

“It’ll be here soon,” he wrapped an arm around you. “It’ll be okay.”

Chan was good at grounding you in moments like this. You were the kind of the traveler that would get badly stressed over things like delays or lost luggage or anything that went wrong—at least when it came to planes. Anything else you could handle better, but planes? Something about them managed to make you far more anxious than taking the train. At least with trains, once you were in your seat and your tickets were scanned, you were done. You could rest your head on Chan’s shoulder and sleep for a bit. Planes were less predictable until you were actually on them.

“It’s not so bad,” Chan said, voice soft enough that your conversation would be kept to yourselves. “I mean… This trip was nice, right?”

The ring on his finger gave away what he meant. He’d made you promise to let him buy you one that matched once you were back home. “It was great,” you said. “Just hate the ‘going back’ part.”

“Well…” He leaned against you further. “We can celebrate once we get back. You know Seungkwan’s going to lose it when he sees the ring, right?”

It earned a quiet snort from you. “Vernon said he was betting that you’d propose first, so…”

“Exactly,” Chan planted a chaste kiss against your neck, smiling against your skin. “I thought I was going to, actually. I hate that I didn’t buy a ring before now, but…”

“I had to put a note in my carry-on to not tell you, you know,” you said. “I’m glad you ran off to get us good seats when we were leaving. The lady checking luggage winked at me when she saw me getting my things.”

Chan let out a blissful sigh. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming.”

“Neither can I,” you said with a soft laugh. “I mean… I felt like I was being pretty obvious. I’m just glad your family didn’t let anything slip before we left—”

“They knew?!” Chan jerked forward, turning to face you. “When did you—”

“Like… weeks ago,” you said with a shrug. “Remember when I told you I had a work trip that one weekend…?’

Chan blinked at you. “Wait, so… that was a lie? You went and saw my parents instead?”

Your face felt as though it was burning with embarrassment now: you weren’t going to tell him any of this until you were home. “I asked your mom if I could stop by while I was in the area. I was still there for work, just… I wasn’t honest with where the trip was.”

“Oh.” Chan’s face was rosy, and he relaxed against you again. “Okay. We should still go see them when we get back. You know… Share the good news.”

“We will, baby,” you giggled, leaning over to press a kiss against his cheek. “I think we should tell half your friends you said no, and the other half that you said yes, just to see what they do. You’d have to tell Jeonghan we’re doing it, though, so he’ll play along.”

It earned another soft chuckle from him as he settled in, head resting on your shoulder. “We’ll talk about it on the plane.”

You turned your face so you could press a kiss onto the top of his head. “I’ll workshop the idea, then,” you said. “I love you, you know? Maybe we’re kinda young, but… I think you’re it for me.”

“Think?” His hand found yours, fingers intertwining. “I know.”

You smiled to yourself, taking a long sip of your tea. Maybe traveling wouldn’t be so bad whenever you had Chan there beside you.

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Fic based on this request!!

Here we go!! This was the first time I got a request, and the first time I wrote a fic based on a request, so I hope you like it!!

Warnings: My weird imagination, fluff, family argument, use of Y/N, idiot Ron

“You look beautiful Ronnie!” The twins said in unison as they walked into the common room.

The place was nearly empty, except for a few first and second year students, who weren’t yet allowed to go to Hogsmeade on weekends. The twins, on the other hand, had been banned from going to Hogsmeade for a month as a punishment from their mother for the a recent prank that McGonagall had written to her about.

“That’s literally not funny,” Ron moaned, covered in tiny porcupine quills that he grew after eating a cookie his older brothers offered him.

“We think it’s hilarious,” Fred smirked back.

“Bloody comical,” George supported.

“Fuck you! You’ve always used me as some kind of lab rat for your experiments.” Ron said, his temper rising.

“It’s because you didn’t let us use good old Wormtail,” Fred mocked.

“Oh shut the hell up George! Get this rubbish off me, and keep your worthless experiments limited to yourself.” Ron shouted, turning a few heads in his direction as everyone in the common room became interested in this fight. “Do you think it’s funny, troubling others for your entertainment? You’ve always done this to me, right since I was a baby!”

“No we haven’t. And I’m George, not him.” George corrected. “We only got into pranking after we turned seven.”

“C’mon mate, at least own up! You were the one who turned my Teddy Bear into a spider when I was three, weren’t you?”

“Are you actually still mad over that?” Fred asked amusedly.

“I’m actually mad over the audacity that you have, to think you’ll make a living out of this.” He said, pointing to the still growing quills. “I’m bloody sure you’ll end up as nothing, probably having to marry rich girls like Y/N to have a decent life!”

“Stay within your limits Ronald.” Fred scolded, and George quickly stepped in between his brothers to put an end the argument.

“Move, Fred, or George, whichever one you are!” Ron shouted, trying to shove George out of the way.

“What do you mean ‘whichever one’? Can you actually not tell the difference between your own brothers?” George said, immediately forgetting that he was trying to maintain peace.

“How does that matter? You’re both exactly the same, pathetic and useless.” Ron rolled his eyes. “Now get these stupid quills off me before I stab you with them.”

“No,” George said angrily.

“No?” Ron repeated.

“No. Not until you apologize for what you said about my girlfriend,” Fred agreed.

“I will not, because it’s true.” Ron said back.

Fred pushed George out of the way, angrily stepping up in front of his younger brother, towering over him. Unbeknownst to the three of them, Y/N had walked into the common room, having just returned to the castle from Hogsmeade. She paused in her steps, shocked to see the Weasleys fighting in this way.

“Do you know how much it hurts us to realise that our own family can’t tell us apart? None of you lot, not even Mum and Dad know us as anything other than ‘the twins’.” Fred shouted, and Y/N’s heart broke when his voice cracked with emotion.

“Y/N is our best friend Ron,” George said. “She’s the only one who’s ever been able tell us apart. You don’t know what your saying when you tell us Fred’s with her for the money. We love her because she makes us feel like we’re individuals, like we have a personality outside of just being twins.”

Before things could get worse, Y/N walked up to the boys, intending to end the debate. She marched up to them quickly, engulfing Fred in a hug, and she could feel the anger ebb out his body as his shoulders relaxed. She reached up to slightly peck his lips, before stepping away to hand a bag of his favourite sweets from Honeydukes.

She moved towards George next, giving him a little squeeze and handing his bag of sweets to him.

“Ron,” she said calmly yet strictly, finally turning her attention to the younger Weasley, “It’s really not nice of you to not be able to tell your brothers apart.”

“It doesn’t matter, love. Let’s go outside.” Fred insisted.

“Just give me a minute Freddie.” She said, continuing to look at Ron, who was now beginning to get nervous.

“Can you guess the sweets in those bags, by any chance?” She asked.

“Treacle Tart, Chocolate Frogs and Pumpkin pie.” Ron replied, slightly more tensed than before.

“Yes, but whose bag has which ones?’ she asked again.

“I don’t know,” Ron said meekly.

“I’ll give you another chance, Ron. Everyone knows these two love Purple and Orange,” she said, pointing to the bright ‘Weasleys Wizard Wheezes’ logo on a flyer lying in the common room. “But do you know who added which one?”

“No,” Ron said again, his ears turning red with embarassment, and there were a few snickers passed around the others in the room.

“Do you lot not have homework?” she said, addressing a younger students, who immediately ran off at being addressed by a prefect. “You don’t know anything about them individually, do you?” she asked, turning her attention back to the guilty Weasley boy in front of her.

“I’m really sorry,” he said softly, and his voice did indicate the truth behind those words.

“You should be,” Fred said finally.

With a quick swish of her wand, Y/N made the quills disappear, and began to lead the twins outside the common room.

“I’m sorry,” Ron repeated, this time to his brothers, “I should have made an effort to know you both better.”

“I suppose it’s not too late,” George said, giving Ron a small smile.

“And don’t you dare talk shit about my girlfriend again.” Fred warned.

“I won’t, sorry!” Ron smiled back, and Y/N quickly dug out a bunch of chocolate frogs from her pocket for him.

They walked out of the common room together, before George bid them goodbye and headed off in the opposite direction to look for Angelina.

“Thanks love,” Fred whispered, placing a quick peck onto her lips. “I really appreciate you, have I ever told you?”

“Yes, but keep going.” She whispered back, stealing another kiss, and it felt much better when she finally felt him smile against her lips.

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agaypanic · 11 months

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you should do a reese smut like your first time or something , don't have to go into explicit detail , I think he would be a good one to start off with

The First Time (Reese Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: For some reason, Reese gets trusted to be alone in the house. He uses this opportunity to take your relationship to the next level.

A/N: I don’t usually ask for feedback but since this is my first smut I’d really love to know what yall think. If it’s bad, I’m never attempting to write smut again lmao

CW: p in v intercourse, virginity loss, fingering

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“You have the emergency contacts?”

“Yes.”

“You have the hotel’s phone number to reach us?”

“Yes.”

“You know where the fire extinguisher is?”

Reese rolled his eyes at the countless questions his mom listed as she sped around the house for last-minute things to put in her bag. She and Hal were going to a work conference for the weekend. Dewey was at a friend’s for a sleepover, Malcolm was at some overnight nerd fest with the rest of the Krelboynes, and Jamie was with the babysitter because although he took all those baby care classes, Reese still can’t be trusted to be alone with him.

This all meant that Reese would be alone in the house for more than 24 hours. It took a lot of convincing from Hal, but Lois finally decided it was time to trust him to not destroy their house too badly while they were away.

“Mom, you and Dad are gonna be late.” She whipped around and stared at him, like she was trying to get into his head. See what he was thinking, if he was even doing that. She stepped closer to her son.

“I don’t know what you’re planning. But just know that I will find out about it, so don’t even think about doing it. Whatever it is you’re gonna do.” Then after exchanging goodbyes with his parents and trying to get Lois out the door, Reese was finally alone in the house. He watched through the front kitchen window as they drove away before walking across the room to the phone. He dialed a number, looking around in the fridge for something to eat while he waited for the person on the other side to pick up.

“Everyone’s gone. Come over.”

***

“You’re positive your family is actually gone, and this isn’t some kind of test to see what you try to pull?” You asked Reese as you looked around the house, suspicious that this was all a trap. Hands landed on your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I checked every room and every closet. We’re the only ones here.” Reese kissed your head and then cut you off before you could respond. “Just relax.”

You sighed. It’s not that you didn’t like the Wilkerson family, far from it. It’s just that if Lois found out that Reese had you over without her permission when he was barely allowed to be in the house himself, she’d probably have your head.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly. “So, what do you wanna do first?”

“I could think of a few things.” You immediately recognized the tone in your boyfriend’s voice and pulled away from him. You wagged a finger in front of his face, backing away towards the kitchen.

“I don’t think so, you horndog.” You laughed at his offended expression. “How about lunch?”

After a delicious lunch, courtesy of your boyfriend, you two spent the rest of the day watching movies. You took turns picking them out, all horror movies. Well, your picks were horror movies for Reese, like Clueless, Pretty in Pink, and Legally Blonde. You thought he should broaden his taste in entertainment. You were about to watch one of Reese’s picks when Reese went on about Elle’s court scene.

“I’m just saying, Y/n. I’ve been to court enough times to know that that’s probably not how court works.”

“It’s a movie, Reese. That’d be like me saying this dude getting his eyes scooped out like ice cream isn’t realistic.”

“Of course, it’s not realistic. This is how you’d do it, you-”

“Oh, Jesus. Shut up, Reese.” You laughed, not wanting to hear Reese’s explanation.

“Make me.” There was a hint of seriousness in his tone, something you didn’t hear often coming from him. You looked at him with a raised brow, and he straightened up from his slouched sitting position.

“What?”

“I, um… You heard me.” You ignored the guy getting murdered on screen and scooted closer to Reese, leaning into him.

“Say it again.” You whispered, so close to him but still feeling so far. You felt a hand on your back, pushing you closer to Reese.

“Make me.” You practically pounced on him, straddling his lap and kissing him like he was your life source. It was a clash of lips and teeth, hands gripping and pulling on anything they could reach. Your lips trailed away from his, and Reese was about to protest when you started nipping at his neck. He groaned loudly, and God, you’d do anything to hear that sound from him again. He moaned your name, hands slipping down to your hips and thighs. “So good.” He murmured, pulling you down on him, and your breath hitched as you grinded against him. You pulled away from his neck to look at him, panting. Suddenly aware that you were in his family’s living room watching a slasher film, you gulped.

“Maybe we should do this, uh, somewhere else?” You suggested, brushing away the hair that fell in your face. “I mean, unless you wanna stop, I don’t-” You cut yourself off with a yelp as you were practically thrown up in the air. Reese, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you tight against him, sped off to his room. Even though he was lean, Reese was so strong. It was so hot, you almost made him stop in the middle of his stride so you could have him right here and now.

He shut the bedroom door with his foot and dropped you on his bed.

“You’re absolutely sure no one’s here?” You asked, sitting against his headboard. He crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over you, cupping the back of your neck.

“It’s just us here. Relax, Baby.”

“Make me.” He immediately went to the crook of your neck, acting like a vampire with the sucking and biting. You pulled at his hair, so glad that he didn’t find the time to gel it the way he usually does because running your hands through his soft frosted tips felt so lovely.

Reese trailed down to your chest, hands slipping up your shirt. You sat up enough for him to tug your shirt off, almost salivating at the sight that he’d never get sick of. Before he could try to litter you with kisses and hickies, he helped you pull his shirt off, and you almost moaned just from looking at him. Burying his head between your tits, he reached around your back and fiddled with your bra hooks.

“Reese, please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for. You just knew you wanted him to do something about the ache in your core that was for him. He smiled, lifting his head to look at you.

“Want me to make you feel good, Baby?” Jesus.

After a shy nod, he slipped a hand down past the waistband of your pants. A finger softly glided down before pressing against your clit through your panties. A second finger joined the other in circular motions while he watched you for a reaction. Your back arched, and you moaned, so Reese decided he was doing the right thing and kept going.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked, not stopping his movements.

“Reese.” Was all you could say, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.

“Come on, Baby, gotta hear you say it. What do you need?” If he didn’t have a hand down your pants right now, you might’ve been able to think straight. You took a deep breath.

“You.” It was quiet, and at first, you weren’t sure if he heard you or not.

“What?” He grinned, definitely hearing you. “Say that again for me.”

“Need you, Reese. Please.” You whined as he withdrew his hand, but he shushed you with a kiss. His hands worked to take up his pants, so you sat up so he wouldn’t fall on you from lack of support. Kicking them off, Reese then helped you with your pants, leaving you both in your underwear. You palmed his hard-on through his boxers, and he groaned in your ear, something you’d never get tired of hearing.

Reese scooted away from you just enough to reach under his bed into a box. He pulled out a condom and held it before you, catching his breath.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, and you could’ve melted on the spot from his look of sincerity. You nodded, clasping your hands around his neck to kiss him.

“So sure.” You whispered against his lips before pulling back to see his face clearly. “You?”

“Fuck yes.” He kissed you once more before guiding you to lie on the bed. Your breath hitched as he kicked off his boxers, taking in the sight of him. Seeing him in all his glory just made you wetter. Reese rolled the condom on himself before hooking his finger on the sides of your panties, pulling them off gently but with a sense of urgency. He settled between your legs, and you moaned at his weight on you. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

One hand interlocked with yours, holding them by your head. With the other, he guided himself to you. After one last look for reassurance, he slipped the tip in and buried himself inside you. You were a moaning mess, trapped in his arms underneath him while arching your back. He stayed still to give you time to adjust, but you needed more.

“Move.” You groaned, and he did as told. Starting slow, he thrusted in and out of you, still holding your hand while his other kept him up. Soon enough, Reese couldn’t control himself and started going faster, pounding into you with every bit of strength he had. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moving to meet his thrusts.

You started clenching around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept it up. His hand left yours, going down to play with your clit. You whined from the pressure, clawing at Reese’s back as he thrust relentlessly.

“Reese.” It came out as a high-pitched moan. “Reese, Baby, I think I’m gonna… I’m…”

“You can do it, Baby.” He swiped loose strands of hair out of your face. “Come on, Y/n. Come for me.” His words, accompanied by his thrusts and the pressure on your clit sent you over the edge. The way you squeezed him pushed him over as well, and you soon became a mess of moans and limbs.

He buried his face in your chest as you both caught your breath. Reese attempted to pull out, but you were still clenching around him, so he stayed put. You ran your fingers through his scalp as you looked up at the ceiling, all energy lost.

“So…” Reese cleared his throat, looking up at you. “How, um, how was that?” You gave a lazy smile at his sudden shyness.

“It was good, Reese.” You sat up just enough to kiss his head before collapsing back on his bed. “So good.”

Eventually, the two of you had to get up. You took a shower, and Reese put you in his clothes before setting you back on his bed, which was now covered in clean sheets. He left briefly and came back with a sandwich and water.

“Here.” He gave it to you, and when you noticed he didn’t have any food, he waved you off. “I’m fine, Baby. Now eat.” Ignoring him, you split the sandwich in half and gave him one of the pieces. He rolled his eyes but still kissed you in thanks before eating it, you following suit.

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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A Dangerous Game Ch 6

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, usual BAU case type violence/talk, smut, daddy kink, breeding kink/cum kink..... sorry for the delay on this ch, i just kept getting stuck uninspired to write this week despite desperately wanting to! i hope this week is better but im wokring more shifts and managing this weekend so i doubt it lol send me good vibesis anyone else having trouble with desktop? Like it LAGS so bad when i try to type. Ive swapped browsers, cleared out my computer & i swear its just worse….

You’d reached your six month mark with the BAU, which meant you’d been called into Emily’s office in the middle of a paperwork day, your heart nearly skyrocketing in your chest until you realized what it was about. She praised your work, both in the field and at the home office, commending how good of a fit you were for the team, and that she couldn’t be happier with your placement, and that you were putting down roots here, that you felt comfortable enough to do so. While you had been on edge at first, the meeting relaxed almost instantly, while she was still your superior, there was a sense of comfortability as you talked, laughter and jokes passed back and fourth. Right as you stood from your chair when she’d dismissed you she spoke once again,

“Hey, Pen and I are grabbing drinks after work, you wanna join?”

“You… sure that’s a good idea?” You raised a brow and she chuckled at the meaning behind your words.

“We’re allowed to be friends, aren’t we?”

“Guess we are.” You smiled back, “yeah, that sounds great.”

It may have been your six month mark since starting with the BAU, but today was the start of allowing yourself to be friends with and be seen with Emily while in your home territory. You just reminded yourself that this didn’t mean anything was changing, you’d picked up on it before Emily had even brought it up. Penelope had jokingly asked over coffee if you were scared of Emily, and that there was no reason to be, because under that dark exterior she truly was a softie. You’d laughed it off, saying that at your last posting your superior was strictly that, he’d been the type to not separate work from anything else, keeping the boundaries between employees strict and never hanging out with the team. Thankfully that was enough of an answer for Penelope and she didn’t ask anymore questions.

Medford, Oregon was the next city that the team was called to.

This time the unsub was targeting couples, and after some examination, the team was quick to figure out his hunting ground was spilt between three separate bars, and on a scheduled rotation, it was almost like he wanted to get caught. The profile was made and JJ was the one to announce it on the local news for what to look out for, withholding just the right amount of information to make sure he’d strike again.

“I don’t like this whole sit around and wait tactic.” The local captain grumbled.

“We’re not going to sit around and wait.” Emily pointed out, “we know where he’s going to be tonight.”

“So what? We just stake out the location and pull over anyone suspicious? That’ll be great for business.”

“We’re going to send in some undercovers.” She retorted and it was his turn to laugh.

“I don’t know how the FBI works agent, but that kind of thing takes time out here.”

“Good thing I came with reinforcements.” She practically smirked, glancing through the team, “JJ’s already made herself known… Wilson? How’d’you feel about stepping up?”

“You ask that like I have a choice in the matter.” You laughed, shifting up onto the desk behind you, “yeah I can handle it.”

“Good.” Her eyes danced over everyone for a moment, “you and Morgan will handle this.”

“You two up to that?” The local asked, “this guy, he only takes vics who are guaranteed to leave together, ones who are clearly couples.”

“Oh I think baby girl and I can handle it.” Derek chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and you groaned, playfully shoving him away from you.

“Morgan keep your hands to yourself until we’re on the job.” You teased and he laughed again, ducking down to kiss your cheek leading you to shove him away from you again.

“We’ll get you two ready and wired up and as much as I want you immersed in your roles please remember that we don’t know what this guy looks like yet, you need to be aware of your surroundings.” Rossi commented and the two of you nodded, assuring him that you were up for the task. Someone had to get this unsub taken down, no matter what kind of pretending you had to do in the meantime.

Voodoo Martini was the location for your little set up that evening, JJ and Spencer set up already inside, separately at opposite ends of the bar. Emily and Dave were monitoring with the sheriff in an unmarked van out front with back up around the block. They’d gone in before the bar opened, outfitting it with cameras to monitor the situation and Emily was currently kicking herself for having to send you in on a case like this one. A last minute shopping trip to accurately fit the part left you in a scoop necked halter top, tits pushed up and practically bouncing with each step you took and a pair of jean shorts that Derek already had his hand in the back pocket of while the two of you approached the entrance to the bar.

His arm wound securely around your waist as you entered the place, glancing around as if you were checking to see if anyone you knew was there tonight. The place was pretty full already, dark with coloured lights highlighting the room, soft strobes over on the dance floor. One wall was lined with booths, high top tables scattered throughout the space and two bars, one in the corner of the dance floor beside the DJ booth that was three steps down from the level you entered on where the other larger bar was. Approaching that, Derek squeezed at your side,

“Grab me a beer sweetheart? I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and slipped off into the crowd leaving you to greet the bartender.

You ordered the beer for him along with a vodka soda for yourself, turning so your body language was open to the room, eyes surveying the crowd for a moment while you took the first couple of sips of your drink. It wasn’t long after that a guy came up, introducing himself as Brandon and asked if he could buy you a shot, you accepted and turned the flirt on just the right amount. You knew Derek was back before you felt his hand on your waist simply at the way Brandon tensed,

“Miss me?” Derek greeted, his free hand brushing your hair off to the side so he could kiss your neck, pulling you snug to him as you slid the beer in his direction.

“Could you have taken any longer? Fuck.” You nipped at his jaw, “meet Brandon.” You gestured to the other man, who practically squeaked out an excuse about needing to meet his friends before scurrying off and Derek chuckled into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“Not our guy.” He murmured.

“He did approach thinking I was alone.” You replied, turning to face him and he kept you close, his free hand moving under your chin, tilting it up to him.

“Yeah?” He raised a brow, “well the guy at ten o’clock has had his eye on you since you walked in and hasn’t stopped staring since I came back.”

“I’m not stupid enough to look, I’ll trust your instinct.”

“You trust my instinct to turn up the heat now then?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow and you held back the urge to roll your eyes.

“These guys are good.” Emily commented from inside the van, “better than I expected.”

“Almost too good.” Rossi replied, gesturing towards the tv, it gave them video access but no audio. Emily’s eyes drifted back toward the screen and widened at the sight of Derek pulling you closer to him as the two of you kissed, “you sure these two aren’t sleeping together?” Dave asked and Emily did her best not to choke on her coffee, letting out a laugh.

“Doubt it.”

“Dunno,” the sheriff cut in, “if two members of my squad looked like that, I’d think they were.”

“Now that I think of it, when we were in Miami I was going to the ice machine and I saw Wilson sneaking back into her room, looked like she was coming from the direction of Morgan’s.”

“You know who would know the answer to this?” Emily was doing her best to shush the topic as quick as she could, Dave glanced toward her with a raised brow, “Garcia.”

“Good call.” He nodded with a small chuckle, turning back to the surveillance in front of them.

Back inside the club, Derek and you mingled, wandering between the bar, a high top table and very reluctantly, you let him drag you out onto the dance floor. You were careful to alternate your drinks with glasses of soda water that looked like they still had booze in them, but still played up the illusion of being drunk. The two of you chatted with more than a few club goers, first to make sure you looked and were approachable, and second to try and find your target. A few hours later and you found yourself back up at the bar, talking with Drew, the guy who Derek had clocked right as you’d gotten there. He certainly seemed interested, buying the both of you another round as the three of you got to know each other a little bit better, pulling lies out of thin air as you went. You’d just accepted a fresh drink from Drew, raising it to clink against his glass, your hand lingering on his arm a moment too long when your phone buzzed on the bar top. Your brow furrowed and you felt a surge of anxiety shoot through you at the notification being labelled ‘Prentiss’ so you quickly scooped it open and swiped open the message.

‘We’re at the wrong place, news bulletin must’ve spooked the unsub. Just found a body two blocks from Whiskey River.’

‘Copy that.’

You nudged at Derek, showing him the screen as you spoke, “babe, our ride’s here.”

“Better get goin’. Thanks for the drinks man.” He clapped Drew on the shoulder as you hopped off the bar stool, swiping a pen from the bar top.

“Sorry we’ve gotta leave like this.” You feigned a pout, grabbing his hand and writing down seven random numbers, “call me.” You shot him a wink before the two of you slipped out of the bar, not dropping the act until you climbed into the SUV.

The rest of the night felt like a whirlwind as you left the bar, the team and local pd splitting up to canvas and examine the crime scene to try and figure things out. While you were glad to be out of the club and finally away from Derek’s lingering touches you could still practically feel the heat from his body on you and that was making you absolutely crave the touch of Emily. Part of you was starting to wish you could have gone undercover with her instead, though you knew you never would have been able to keep focussed and you doubt she could’ve either.

Emily did her best not to stare at you, wishing she could have just five minutes alone with you to pin you to a wall and have her way with you. She felt her stomach twisting at the memory of Derek’s hands all over you, the way he’d slowly kissed up your neck to show off to Brandon, just how well the two of you had done at posing as a couple. She was proud of the UC skills but it also lowkey made her want to throw up in her mouth. Having you still dressed in the same clothes, with just an FBI hoodie over top while you moved through the crime scene certainly wasn’t helping anything either.

Despite not catching the unsub you and Derek still stopped for a shot at the hotel bar when you finally got home before going your separate ways, a way to say ‘good job’ to the other without having to actually discuss things that had happened. You got back to your hotel room, your head tilting when the door opened and you found Emily perched on the end of your bed, a satin robe loosely tied over her naked body, the bulge between her legs evident.

“You here to debrief me?” You asked with a grin, pulling the hoodie off and tossing it to the spare bed as Emily stood, stepping toward you before her hand gently grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up to her.

“No.” She smirked, “I’m here to remind you who you belong to.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widened and she chuckled, dropping your face from her hand.

“I know it was all an act, but what can I say? I don’t like when other people touch my things.” She shrugged, her hand trailing down your body, slipping between your legs, “and who does this pussy belong to?” She grabbed at your cunt and you gasped, your breath catching in your throat.

“You daddy…” You breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut and she chuckled.

“That’s what I thought.” Her hand tickled up your body again, tugging at the hem of your shirt as it went and you pulled it off, “I think it’s about time daddy marks you, hmm angel… would you like daddy to stuff you with cum?”

“God yes.” You practically moaned, fingers swiftly getting rid of the robe she had on, gulping over the size of the strap she had on.

“Good.” She smirked, her hands undoing your bra, letting it fall to the floor before they slipped into the waistband of your shorts, urging you to shove them down your legs along with your panties.

Before she could even get another word out you’d sunk to your knees in front of her, looking up at her with doe eyes, a pout on your lips before your tongue darted out, swiping a long lick on the underside of her cock.

“Please?”

“Christ.” She muttered, feeling herself flutter around nothing at the idea of it alone as she nodded and you let out a small giggle.

A moment later and your lips had wrapped around the toy, sinking down to the base, letting it hit the back of your throat in the same moment the base of the toy hit Emily’s clit and she groaned softly. Her hand tangled into your hair, watching the way you began to bob on her length, wet, sinful sounds leaving your lips as you did so. You were eager and she was never going to deny something like the sight of you on your knees for her, you were so fucking hot.

One of your hands glided up her thigh and your fingers slipped under the strap, beginning to toy with her pussy and she gasped. The moment two of your fingers slipped into her wetness she moaned, her free hand clutching at the dresser, never in her life had she had someone get her off while she fucked their mouth and it was an entirely new sensation she would never forget. The sight of you in front of her, burying her cock into your throat, the way your skin bulged as she did so, the eager way you sucked more and more into your lips with each thrust was already enough for her. But now there you were, fingers fucking into her with ease, curling and twisting with expertise, easily finding the sensitive spot within her walls. She was moaning before she knew it, tugging at your hair, holding you down on her cock, living for the sounds you made groaning around it as your fingers fucked her faster, the wet sounds from her cunt getting louder and dirtier with each move of your hand.

“Oh fuck… fuck princess!” She cried and her cock slipped from your mouth with a lewd pop, your fingers not letting up.

“You gonna come for me daddy?” You asked, your voice like silk, the tip of her dick resting against your cheek while your fingers curled within her once again and her thighs shuddered. “I know you want to.” You teased, lips wrapping around her cock once again for a couple of pulses, “come in my mouth. Please?”

“Fuck…” Emily swore softly, watching the way you wrapped around her cock once more as your fingers picked up the pace and within a matter of seconds she was shaking above you, orgasm rocking through her as you continued to bob on her cock.

Her hand shifted from the dresser to the base of the toy and you let her pull it from your lips, opening your mouth as your tongue extended out, waiting for her cum. She shivered in the cool air of the room as she squeezed at the base of the toy and the lube spurted out into your mouth.

“Ah!” Her hand shot out to your jaw right before you went to close it and you grinned as she did so. Emily ducked over you, her tongue surging into your mouth, scooping up as much of the lube as she could, deeply kissing you before pulling away ever so slightly. She then opened her lips, letting it drip down back into your mouth until it was painting your tongue once again, “good girl.”

She watched as you closed your mouth, swallowing the lube before presenting her with a clean empty mouth.

“Get on the bed so daddy can fill that needy pussy with cum.” She nudged at your shoulder and you were quick to scramble onto the bed, watching as she refilled the dildo. “On your hands and knees angel.”

You quickly flipped, letting out a low moan as Emily’s hand sunk between your legs, her fingers teasing your folds, smearing your wetness around, “you really this wet from just getting daddy off? You naughty girl.” She cooed.

“Please…. Please daddy…” your eyes scrunched shut, “need your cock.. now..”

“Now?” She chuckled, the tip of it sliding through your lower lips, resulting in a low moan from you as your hips pushed back toward her, “I guess you really are needy.” She sunk the tip into you before pulling it out, a whine escaping your lips, “well, you were good today princess, I guess I’ll give you what you want.” She sunk fully into you with ease and you groaned, “words baby….”

“Hard and fast.” You murmured, doing your best to bury yourself into the pillows as she gripped your hips with a dark chuckle.

The first thrust Emily gave you was harder than you expected, a loud gasp leaving your lungs before you bit down onto the pillow, the next one just as hard, as you’d asked for. Her hands gripped at your skin so tightly you knew you’d likely have some kind of marking the next morning. Each pump of her hips met yours with vigor, moans leaving both your lips. She couldn’t help but admire just how well you took it, how much of a good girl you really were.

“Christ baby..” She swore, “doing so fucking good for daddy. Already creaming all over my cock… you gonna come already?” She let out a groan at the sight of the toy smeared with your juices, knowing just how good she was making you feel.

“More… please!” You begged, feeling the pleasure surge through you, your pussy clenching down around her cock, wishing it would never end.

“Want me to touch you?” She asked, her hand wrapping around your hips in search of your clit.

“Choke me…” you managed to utter out between soft moans and Emily felt herself flutter once again. She let out a quiet swear before pulling you flush up to her by the hair, smirking as you moaned at the sensation. Her hand ghosted up your body before wrapping around your throat, squeezing as she continued to fuck you.

“That’s my dirty girl.” She purred into your ear, “so fucking naughty for daddy, you just love it don’t you?”

“Uh.. ye… yes..” Your entire body was on fire, you felt like you were about to burst yet there was something missing. Something that Emily only took a second to realize what it was, her free hand shifting from your hip to your clit, pinching and rubbing furiously at it until you were shaking in her arms, doing your best to not be too loud as your orgasm rocked through you.

The hand around your throat vanished, letting you drop to the bed while the other one returned to your hip, Emily feeling herself pulse as she watched you come. She pumped her hips a few more times before she squeezed at the base of the toy, shooting her cum deep into your greedy cunt. You let out a very satisfied moan at the sensation, shuddering as she softly fucked it deeper into you.

“Fuck…” you muttered.

“You like that?” She chuckled, raising a brow.

“Want you to come in me every time.” You mumbled the reply and she laughed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades as she slipped out of you.

“I think that can definitely be arranged.”

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dollywheeler · 9 months

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September 28th, 1996

[Incoming call, Saturday September 28th 1996, 10:08 am]

*distant voices and laughter in the background* *sound of multiple car engines* *beeping of a car horn* E: Dusty-Bun, is that you? D: Hey, El! E: Hold on - *beep of a button being pressed* *thudding sound of a handset hitting a wooden surface*- you're on speaker! W: *mumbled* Good morning- *stifled yawn* or afternoon or whatever D: How was the game? *sound of someone shuffling into the room* M: *far away but getting closer* You’d know if you were here, asshole!

D: It’s called work, Michael. We can’t all have weekends off. M: Yeah, right, because an all-expenses paid trip is such a slag. D: You’re just jealous! *ring of a bicycle bell* D: You’ll never guess where I’m calling from. M: If you say the toilet again, I swear- D: That was a mind-boggling experience, jackass! You should have been more appreciative! M: We’ve been using walkie’s since fifth grade, dude, pretty sure you’ve called us while taking a shit before. D: I wasn’t in another state then! We’re not even on the same continent right now and - *motorcycle in the background getting louder before receding again* W: Just tell us where you’re at, Dustin. D: Fine - I'm in front of La Sagrada Familia! M: So you’re looking at a construction site? I’m sooooo envious- D: You so are! Both of my trip and my sexy sexy mobile phone! M: We- W: Stop bickering! *the slap of skin hitting skin* M: *rustling fabric* OW! This is abuse! W: Leave me at the altar then, you baby. M: Your baby. D: *over the sound of far-away laughter* You guys are a fucking nightmare. E: I should have stayed home. M: Yeah, you should have! *sound of metal rattling* *sound of books thudding to the ground* M: EL! You can't just come into our house and -

E: Be nice to me, then! D: El, when are you getting here? E: I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon - dad’s dropping me off at the airport at 2 and I have a layover in New York. I should land around 10 am local time. *rustling of fabric* *the creaking of the springs of the couch cushions* W: *getting farther away* Stop planning your trips in front of us! M: Yeah, some of us don’t have our flights paid for by the government. And SOME of us care about our friends! *sound of books getting picked up* W: *distantly* And family! M: Yes, thank you, babe. W: *voice getting louder, closer* It’s called homecoming for a reason, Dustin! D: How many times am I going to have to apologize? M: Until you’re actually here for homecoming next year! *sound of springs squeaking as someone flops back onto the couch* D: I’ll be there at thanksgiving! You could see me next week if you wanted to! M: Yeah, but you broke the tradition! Which means the streak is broken and there'll be less pressure to come next year so someone else won’t be able to make it and it’s all ruined and it’s your fault! D: Relax; no one’s going to miss it next year. I wouldn’t have either if I’d known you were going to be such a stickler about it. W: How didn’t you know? Mike’s always this whiny about this kind of thing. *fabric rustling* D: Hey, Will, you know, I could still introduce you to my colleague Steward? Offer's always open- W: Oh no, I agree with Mike, Dusty. His bitching makes sure I don’t have to whine about it - that’s exactly why I said yes to his proposal. M: *scoff* Yeah, that’s why and not the mind-blowing- W: Mike, think very carefully about what you say next and remember that until this is legally binding I can still take Catherine and leave! M: As if Catherine would choose you! *fabric rustling* W: Fuck off. *sound of air kisses* E: Dustin, I might just call Bernard and tell him to get me an earlier flight. M: You don’t have to be here, El, you’re the one that broke in at too-fucking-early o’clock- E: Mom and dad sleep in on Saturdays! I was bored! M: And we don’t? Some of us have to wake up at six every morning to get to work! E: Oh pish posh. W: *tiredly* Mike, don’t antagonize my sister. M: Will, don’t defend my ex-girlfriend. *springs squeaking* M: Will- No wait come back- *feet hitting the ground* *running footsteps* *shuffling and clothing rustling* *giggling* E: *loud sigh* I wish Max were here already. D: *crackling connection* Where are they? *cut-off yelp in the distance* *sound of head thudding against the wall* *giggling* E: They’re still asleep upstairs.

D: Did Lucas- *sound of someone grunting as they're pushed backwards* *sound of someone jumping over a couch* *sound of springs bouncing as El yelps* M: Wait a second - *sound of handset getting picked up* *clicking of a button* Will, can you and El start on breakfast please? *muffled protest in the distance* *confused shuffling* M: Thanks, babe. E: Why can’t I just stay- W: *distantly* El, just come in here! E: *muttered* whatever, stupid men...*couch cushions shifting* D: Is she gone? M: Yeah and I’ve taken you off speaker. D: SO? M: *fabric rustling* *couch cushions shifting* Okay, Lucas got the r-i-n-g, but he’s not sure when or how yet. He’s thinking of doing it at Thanksgiving with his family, but he’s worried Max might want something more private. D: She’s going to say ‘yes’ anyway. Tell him to do it with his family around. And to stop being a coward. M: I’ll let you tell him - they’re just coming down the stairs. M: *shuffling of a phone pulled away from a face* Lucas, Dustin wants to tell you he loves you! *distant voices* *sound of phone getting handed over* L: Hey, man D: Ask her around your family and stop being a coward. Hell, why not just do it tonight? *rustling of wind* L: Love you too, Dusty-Bun. *distant voices* D: You guys really need to let that go. Even Suzy has stopped calling me that - most of the times. L: Ew, I don’t need to know that. D: You’re the one with your mind in the gutter, dude! L: Anyway, we are going to help chaperone the homecoming dance tonight. D: Seriously, all of you? That’s so lame. We used to curse the chaperones. L: Yeah, honestly we’re not happy about it either, but Mike and Will don't have a choice so they signed us up against our will as well. We’re only here for the weekend anyway - and as we’re good friends that actually want to spend time together… D: I know you all miss my beautiful face but you guys really should stop whining about it. It's unbecoming. L: *scoff* D: You can still ask Max - it would be cute! Remember the snow ball? L: Absolutely not. I’ll probably spend the entire night holding Max back from spiking the punch, anyway. Mx: *yelling from far away* If I’m going to have to spend my evening around high-schoolers AGAIN, I might as well have a little fun. And seriously these losers need it - it’s like they all have sticks up their butts all of a sudden. L: *grinning* Remember Junior prom? *loud rattling in the distance* W: *far away* EL! PUT THE PAN DOWN! E: *distantly* DON’T MENTION THAT! L: *sound of phone being lowered* *voice more distant* Oh come on, El! It was funny! W: *distantly* PUT IT DOWN! WE GOT THAT FROM MOM! L: *grazing of phone against ear* Anyway, how’s Spain? D: Great - I had a symposium this morning but I’m free-roaming this afternoon. L: That’s great dude - Oh, breakfast is almost ready. Max, you want to speak with Dustin? Mx: *closer than before* No, you know I hate that guy. *sound of fabric rustling* *giggling* *sound of a hand being slapped away* D: Love you too, Max! Mx: Stay safe, Dusty-Bun! Don’t forget my fucking magnet! D: I won’t! Where did Mike go? L: He’s playing referee in the kitchen. I’ll tell him goodbye for you. D: Thanks! Talk to you guys later! *distant chorus from the kitchen* Bye!

[Call disconnects, Saturday September 28th 1996, 10:47 am]

#thanks for the feedback!!#mike wheeler #the third wheeler #stranger things #byler #will byers #fanfic #the party #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #el hopper #this is for my grandma who was one of the first people in my country to get a cellphone #and mostly used it so her kids could tell her what they wanted from the baker's

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elly99 · 7 months

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us without me IV: new jeans

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 4 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged. CW for language.

“Mia-ya,” she calls from behind her locker door.

“Mmm?”

“You wanna do something this weekend?”

“I dunno. Just relax, I guess.”

“You don’t wanna do something together?” She closes her locker, revealing her face pouting at you.

There were so many things you wanted to do together. But you bury those ideas under the books you stuff into your own locker.

“Did you have something in mind?”

“Nothing in particular. Just something with you.”

Fucking hell.

“Well, I think I need new jeans. Help me pick out some?”

You catch her smiling to herself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She giggles. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’ll tell you later!”

“김민지 이상하다.”

Before closing your locker you notice a tiny bear sticker on the door.

“How did this get here? We’re only a month in and you’ve already started vandalizing my locker?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bro.”

“Is this why you were laughing at me?”

“No, no! But I will admit it’s funny how you only noticed it now. And also how easy it was to guess your code.”

“Wait, yeah! How the fuck did you know?”

“Mia! No need to be so angry that your best friend knows you so well.”

It slowly dawns on you. “You remembered the date?”

“Of course! The day we got these,” she says, lifting her ring finger up to your face. “It was my idea after all.”

You look down at your own fingers. And you start to feel your sanity slowly slipping through them.

“To be fair, it did take me a couple of tries before I got it. But still… I know you’re sentimental like that, so it wasn’t hard.”

As she proudly struts away to the cafeteria you spot her applying lip balm - the same one you used.

You thought you’d buried it in your locker along with everything else but you find yourself powerless to stop the idea of kissing her making its way back into your mind as the lip balm touches her lips.

The smell of spring wafted in through the open bedroom window. You had your phone to text her in one hand and the chocolate bar she got you on the walk home in the other.

so we’re just going shopping tomorrow?

yeah unless u had something else u wanted to do

wanna watch a movie?

huh? i thought u didnt like movies

yeah but i just want to spend time with you and i know you like going to the cinema so

You admire the blue ring on your finger and laugh.

My girlfriend really likes me, doesn’t she?

As long as you had it on you could pretend. So you never took it off.

i just checked and there arent any movies showing rn that im interested in

wanna come sleep over at my place then? we can watch the movies we want

wow u really wanna spend time with me huh

you got a problem with that bro?

no its just ur being sweeter than usual idk

well i do have something really important to tell you and i just wanna spend the day together so we can talk about it

No, Mia. It can’t be what you think it is.

is this what u were being so secretive about earlier?

yeah

why so serious bro is everything ok?

yeah everything’s perfect! i just want to tell you in person

No. Fucking. Way.

why not now?

i’ll tell you tomorrow dw

you promise?

of course! i’ll pick you up at 10? or is that too early?

no im fine with it but i doubt youll wake up that early

you’re right 😖 i’ll just text you tomorrow

sure

okie good night mimi ily 💗

good night <3

Mia, there’s just no way. Calm down. You’re being silly. You’re being delusional. Stop it.

You start laughing again at the absurdity of the situation. At the fact you were even entertaining the thought. You laugh until tears start pooling in your eyes. Until you forget why you were laughing in the first place. Until the tears fall and you find yourself crying into the night.

i’m up

congrats on waking up before noon ig

hey i set an alarm just for you so you better be grateful

woah im so touched

we have a date today so i better be on time right? 😊

Damn it, Minji.

does that mean youll be here soon?

yeah in 30

cool

It was 11:10. You’d gotten ready to go two hours ago. But she didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that you were dying to know what it was she wanted to tell you.

hey i miss you

What the fuck?

bro whats up ur never this clingy

sorry i’m just really happy

about what?

you’ll see

It was 11:11. You wish for what you’d always wished for. You knew there was no point but with her being like this and your ring still on your finger, the line between fantasy and reality had never been more blurred.

Waiting outside your front door, you see her approaching from down the street. Even at that distance you could see the radiant smile she was giving you.

Often you wondered what life would have been like had you not moved in just down the street from her. Had you not gone to the same school. What if the universe didn’t give you so many opportunities to get close to each other? Why did it have to give you so many reasons to fall for her? But you had no choice. This was your life now. The girl you called your best friend, the one standing in front of you, was the person you so desperately loved.

“굿모닝.”

“It’s not morning anymore. You’re late.”

“미안!” You’re reminded that every apology would sound like your name. “But I’m here now. Let’s go.”

“Don’t you have something to tell me first?”

“Later. Over dinner.” Her smile was cheeky. Teasing.

“We have dinner plans?”

“Yup. My treat.”

Your heart trips over its own beats.

“Bro, it should be my turn.”

“Mia, no. This one’s important to me.”

Then it starts to scream as it hits the ground.

“My god, Min, what’s this about?”

“Don’t worry about it! Let’s just go get your new jeans first.”

She starts laughing again and you still don’t know why.

“Minji! No way!” you exclaim, shopping bags filled with clothes in one hand, her hand in the other as she tugs you along to a familiar part of the mall.

She just smiles and sticks her tongue out.

“This place is expensive!”

“But it’s your favorite. So it’s where we’re going.”

“Minjiii,” you whine.

“Hey, if you really cared about me spending too much you wouldn’t have such expensive taste. You left me no choice, to be honest.”

“Bro!”

For the first time in a while you’re laughing together. For a reason you both knew.

“For real, though, Mia. It’s fine! It’s my treat, so don’t worry about it.”

“You’re so sweet, Min.”

As if that needed further confirmation, she pulls out a chair for you.

“Mia! Are you blushing?”

“What? No!” You quickly cover your face with your hands. Your ring smiles a devilish smile as you bring it close.

“Don’t fall in love, bro,” she says teasingly. But it was way too late for that.

“What do you mean? I’m just excited for the food.”

“Sure.”

With that one word her expression changes. You couldn’t quite parse it. But you convinced yourself that there was something about her face that told you that she knew. And there was nothing more terrifying.

As your meal comes to a close and the night slows down she finally says it.

“Mia.”

“Minji.”

“I have something to tell you.”

“I know.” Your voice falters as your heartbeats quicken. You clear your throat to hide it. “Just tell me already.”

She leans over the table, looking straight into your eyes with something like anxiousness in hers.

“I’m… I’m debuting in July.”

In that moment, as your pounding chest comes to a crashing halt, there was no greater dissonance than wanting to be happy for your best friend but being disappointed that she didn’t want to be more than that. Being excited for her future but being bitter that her future wasn’t you.

Then came rage. Fury. The dissonance between expecting, wanting, praying for her to confess and knowing that that was just a puerile, selfish fantasy you conjured for yourself. “You’re being silly again,” is what she would have said. You were so angry and there was no one else to blame but you.

“Bro, I’m so happy for you!” you strain. “All that hard work’s finally paying off!”

“Thanks, Mia,” she says softly.

“I don’t even know why you were worried you wouldn’t debut! You’re so talented. It was always gonna happen. I’m so proud of you, Min!”

“Thank you,” she repeats with her eyes.

“So, what’s the name of your group?”

She laughs once more and you finally understand why.

“NewJeans.”

“Oh my god, no wonder.”

“But don’t tell anyone, ok?”

“Of course, bro. Why would you even think I’d tell anyone?” you ask a little more aggressively than you’d like, still barely controlling your anger. Thankfully, she doesn’t notice.

“Just making sure.”

��How many songs do you have?”

“Four. And, yeah, we’ll be filming our music videos in Spain.”

“Oh, wow!” You wonder how much longer you could hide it. How much longer until she realizes you were faking it. “When are you leaving?”

“Next week. Which is why I wanted to spend time with you this weekend.”

“Wait, will you be gone for your birthday, then?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh.” You struggle to find words to say as your anger is replaced by sadness. “I’ll miss you…”

“I’m sorry! I’ll miss you, too! I promise we’ll spend lots of time together when I get back.”

“But I’m sure you’ll be really busy even then. Even more when you debut…”

“Let’s not worry about it yet, Mia! I’m still here. And I’m just happy to be with you now.”

“Me, too.” You smile weakly.

“I’ll just go pay, ok? I’ll be right back, then we can talk more about it at home. We have all night anyway!”

“Thanks, Min. For the food. For today. For everything.”

“Aww, bro, you sound so sad!” she says as she stands up. You look up at her from your chair. Seeing your hand on the table, she gently wraps hers around it and you hear the subtle clink of your rings as they touch. “I’m still here, ok? I always will be.”

You don’t take your eyes off her as she walks away. And they remain glued to her in forbidden admiration as she returns. Every time you looked at her there was always a part of you that wanted to just rush over to her and tell her everything. That she was your everything. Your first love. Now, knowing the world would soon fall in love with her, too - because you knew everyone would - that part of you wanted to keep her all to yourself.

Then there was the part of you just happy to see her. To have her in your life. Because she did make you happy. She always tried her best to put a smile on your face. She was an angel like that and today was further proof of it. And her smile - the same one you could see on her face now as she approached you - it made you feel safe. Like things were going to be alright. There was a strange, counterintuitive comfort you found in it, knowing that, even if she didn’t know your pain, she’d be there for you. She thought the world of you. She loved you like no one else could. Just not in that way. And you were happy with that. You’d have to be.

“가자.”

At the sound of her soft voice your sadness gives way to resignation. You remind yourself that it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t give you what your heart yearned for. And in doing so, you could finally, truly be happy for her.

With your hand hidden from her in your pocket, you slip your ring off with your thumb as she takes you home.

#minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #kim minji x reader #newjeans x reader

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liliansun · 3 months

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I SEE SPARKS FLY : 21 : risk it all

wc : 1.6k | warning : yw,, kissing

(IF YOU DONT LISTEN TO RISK IT ALL - THE VAMPS you’re doing it wrong while you read)

mark, joy, mal and jaemin were the first to arrive at chenle’s getaway family home while jeno, neowa, renjun and sal weren’t far behind. “if you keep looking like that you’re going to pop a vein in your forehead.” neowa pointed out as renjun scowled against the side of jeno’s car. “how are they the first ones to leave despite being the last ones to meet up and now they’re the last to make it?”

“relax jun, you’re gonna go gray.” joy said as she leaned into mark’s arms that were loosely draped over her shoulders with her back pressed to his chest. just as renjun was pulling his phone from his pocket, haechan’s car pulls into the driveway and the four are too busy having their own fun times to see the annoyed boy staring daggers at them. once haechan put the car into park, y/n gets out the car followed by jisung and chenle. “oh don't scowl at me, we stopped to refill on gas.” renjun rolled his eyes at his friend, walking around jeno’s car to grab his bag from the trunk.

“i’ll go unlock the door since he’s been waiting so patiently.” chenle spoke up, slightly jogging to the front door as mark and jaemin follow behind renjun. “how was the ride here?” y/n walked over to sal, smiling at her softly as she noticed her friend’s eyes lingering on the boy pulling their bags from his trunk. “it was good, when we switched drivers i used meat head over there as a headrest while i got some reading done.” mal walks over, joining in on the conversation. “you two still doing good?” sal ponders over the thought, in the easiest way to put it, they were. they hadn’t been arguing as much and the unresolved tension between them has grown significantly over the last few weeks, but that wasn’t her question. “yeah, in a sense it’s us trying to figure out how to be friends.”

neowa and haechan grabbed some bags from his trunk, bringing y/n’s over to where she, mal and sal were standing by jeno’s car. “are you three gossiping without me?” she had a slight mischievous smile on her lips as she hands y/n’s bag over to her. “maybe, whatcha gonna do about it?” y/n responded, grabbing her bag from neowa’s outstretched hand. “save some for me and joy tonight, i wanna know what i missed.”

“sorry ladies, but i’m stealing your girl.” haechan smiled at his girlfriend, grabbing her free hand. “tell me what i miss tonight!” y/n shouted as haechan stole her away from the two girls who went to the cars that too held their belongings for the weekend. “if somehow you find it hard to stay friends, remember to listen to that reason why.” mal said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “i’ll promise you if i get there, i will.” sal said in response, walking up into the house where everyone was sorting out rooms. “i know you will.” the older one said, knowing well enough that sal already did feel that reason as to why it was hard for the two to stay friends.

“but i want to sleep with my girlfriend!” haechan yelled out, frowning at renjun as y/n stood off to the side with flushed cheeks. “we’re here for two days, you’ll live.” renjun responded, walking past an upset haechan and down into the hallway. “they’re fighting over who is sleeping with who.” jeno, who spotted sal from the moment she walked in, joined her side as she watched the chaos unfold. “why don’t we all sleep together in the living room and the girls sleep together and the boys sleep together for the next night?” joy suggested, already making herself comfortable on the couch between mark and chenle. “like a sleepover, we can all make a spot together and that’ll settle hyuck’s whining and then we can all be happy.” mark spoke up, throwing his arm over joy’s shoulder.

“any objections?” jisung asked, standing beside y/n and neowa near the kitchen. “as long as i sleep beside y/n tonight i’m okay with it.” haechan spoke up, wrapping his arm around her waist loosely. “fine, anything to get him quiet.” renjun yelled from his claimed room, his voice echoing through the house. over the next few hours the group split up, renjun, joy, sal and jaemin went grocery shopping while y/n, mark, chenle and jisung set up the fire in the backyard that faced the water and started to set up chairs for everyone to gather around later. mal, jeno, neowa and haechan took care of setting up the space that everyone was going to sleep in for the night, gathering all the pillows and blankets around the house they could find.

when the four in charge of getting food for the next two nights came back, jeno and jaemin offered to cook the meat while joy and neowa offered to prep the side dishes to go along with the meat. the rest were outside by the shoreline, drawing in the sand and taking polaroid pictures to commentate this night as they go in and out with the camera to capture everyone. sal went inside, rubbing her hands together to try and gain back the warmth she lost from the cool breeze coming off the water. “need any help in here?” she asked, walking into the kitchen where she joined jeno beside the counter top grill. jaemin exchanged looks with neowa and joy, smirking as he took the marinated meat in a bowl in front of him as the two girls took the side dishes the prepped. “yeah, can you cut this for me?” sal immediately nodded, grabbing a knife from the drawer and pulled the cutting board near her. “we’re going to bring these things out to the table!” joy said, following behind neowa who was already out the back door. “i’ll finish these on the grill outside too.” jaemin said, smiling to himself as he walked out after joy.

“they’re setting us up.” sal spoke up, cutting the meat in front of her as similar in size as she can. a deep laugh came from jeno, eyeing his grill as he turns the meat onto its other side. “can you blame them? we’ve been in this weird situation for a while now.” although she shouldn’t have felt the weight of his words, sal’s once cheerful demeanor suddenly dropped. “do you think we should stop?” jeno looked up briefly, catching the sadden look in her eyes. his chest felt tight, knowing that if he doesn’t have this conversation now, who knows when he’ll get another chance. “no, not if it means this is as close as i can get to having you.” sal sets the knife onto the board, pulling at jeno’s arm till he was facing her. “don’t say something stupid like that, you have me jeno, you always have.” suddenly, the air around them felt fuzzy. jeno’s attention was now on the look in her eyes, something he’s seen long ago back when they first met. it’s a burning look of desire, want and need.

“don’t look at me like that.” he muttered, staring down at her through his lashes. sal’s lips turned slightly upwards in the corners, her hand still having a loose grip on his forearm. “like what?” jeno took the initiative, taking a small step closer towards her. “like you want to risk this all.” her breath got caught in her throat, unable to form the words she so desperately wanted to say. this was a moment where it could either go terribly wrong, or become the turning point in this relationship they’ve yet to develop. she takes the risk, knowing that the fall is just a moment in time and whether he catches her or not will he the layout of what’s yet to come. “and maybe i do, what are you going to do about it?” with one brow raised, she challenges him to do what she can see he’s desperately holding back from. a small smirk spreads across his lips before he brings his free hand up to her cheek.

cupping the side of her face, jeno leans in to close the distance between them two as their lips press against each other. the moment felt surreal, a slight ringing in sal’s ears as she drowns out the rest of the world. she gives his arm a slight squeeze of reassurance as she tilts her head to the side to get more of him. they’ve both needed this, knowing that it’s been a long time leading up to this very moment. jeno, surprisingly, is the first to pull away with parted lips and a loving look in his eyes. “no more friends, no more running from me.” sal looks up into his eyes, her hands dropping down to intertwine her fingers into his. “as long as you promise to be the one i run to.” a wide smile spreads across his lips, his silence is her answer. “as long as you promise to be mine, my girlfriend that is.”

“thank you for that clarification, captain—“

“don’t you dare call me captain obvious.” he said with a stern tone, giving her hands a gentle squeeze which earns a soft giggle from her. “of course i’d love to be your girlfriend, nono.” her voice was soft, if there were anymore noise in the house he’d be unable to hear her, but he takes this new found happiness that blooms in his chest and holds onto it. the two walk out to join their friends hand in hand with the meat plated on the board. no one is surprised to see the two intertwined, relief flowing over them all as they join each other around the fire where they roast marshmallows after their meal and once they were finished and the fire was nearly gone, everyone headed inside to play games all night till each passes out one after the other.

summary : jeno was the calm before the storm, never letting his his smile ever turn sour. his touch was the warmth she never knew she needed and when his eyes turned into little crescents, sal thanked the moon that night for giving him such features that resembled. all things seemed fine, until she realized she yearned for that same smile too many have seen. scared, she runs from the feelings that knock on her door, unbeknownst that he was waiting for her to answer him.

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a/n : few chs left 🫶 ALSO lmk how many of you ACTUALLY listened to the song while reading. don’t lie to me either,, the gc is watching 🤌

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