Warnings: SMUT DEAR GOD SMUT, dirty talk, Sub!Jimin, Dom!Reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, ass play, swearing, bondage
Word Count: 5586
Wow okay so I read @seokvie‘s and @btssmutgalore‘s sub!Jimin fics and they inspired me to write my own. I’m decently proud of this, considering I have 0 experience writing something like this. Thank you to @jin-oppa for gushing about this topic with me and @fortheloveofsuga for just being a good person in general.
Many would look at your boyfriend’s sharp jaw, thickly muscled thighs, and chiseled face and assume that he was dominant in bed. Rough, even. Jimin did, indeed, carry himself with straight shoulders and his head held high–long legs carrying him confidently across the room as his dark eyes zeroed in on something in the distance. He would present you out in public as if you were a work of art, his thick hand pressed into the small of your back and his full lips grazing your temple. If ever any other man raked their eyes down your body, his warm eyes would harden to stony obsidian orbs–either lowering his hand to rest on your ass or keeping direct eye contact with the potential threat as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your neck. Your boyfriend dominated you in romance, indeed. But you had a secret.
Park Jimin was not dominant in the bedroom.
He would occasionally play the dom role, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he rammed into you from behind–leanly muscled chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you to growl obscenities in your ear through gritted teeth. When he was angry, he would pull your hair and bring you so close to the edge that you could feel yourself beginning to tip over, just before he would yank you back again. But that was only when he was so furious that he was seeing red.
Most of the time, he preferred to wholeheartedly submit himself to you. He thrived off of your praise, the little phrase “Good boy” nearly flinging him off the edge and into an orgasm any time you breathed the words into his hair. He loved to be tied up, and teased, and spanked until he was begging you to let him cum. He adored it when you tortured him with sucking on his cock long past he was finished, the mixture of pain and pleasure drawing him nearer to yet another release.
It wasn’t always so extreme, but there were nights when he needed to be controlled and you needed to control him.
and to everyone bitching about belle’s yellow gown:
i get it. i do.
but in the words of my father (who was crying like a baby during most of the film): “people who say these things are just looking for something to pick on. there was probably not one person in that theater that could care less about what was wrong with it. they would have all said it was beautiful, and it was.”
Ahhh thank you for answering my rant with such sweet headcanons you have no idea how much I love soft!Tae it literally makes me cry like I'm not even trying to put him in a box, but it's so canon now he likes cuddling with members, he loves animals (esp the super fluffy kind!!) and he's always so pliant with the members and even other males (hwarang hyungs) and he naturally does aegyo everywhere like !!!!!! Cry with me pls ㅠㅠ and man just the hyungs and Kookie def baby him a lot!!
omg your welcome!! thank you for sending it in! i really loved it <3
soft!Tae is life i stg and i really don’t see it as putting him in a box or trying to force him into some sort of mold/ steriotype, i mean how can anyone deny that he isn’t affectionate and touchy af and so cuddly irl~
and yes that time he was on that pet show with that super fluffy dog will forever be my favourite thing (although his love for dogs in general is so precious)
he’s just so good with animals <3
taehyung being the maknae of a group was something i didn’t really know i needed in my life until hwarang came around??? like to see everyone priaising him and doting on him and generally just showering him in all the attention and affection he deserves just warms my heart. they all just have such heart eyes for him esp jihan omg
i am definitley crying with you :’) they baby him so much and i won’t let anyone tell me kim taehyung doesn’t love it (side note taehyung making men fall in love with him and having 100+ guys on the side is the best thing ever and never ceases to amaze me)
OMG. Charming. Daddy David saying “NO PLACE IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR MY BABY GIRL AND HER PIRATE TO GET MARRIED. SHE IS A ROYAL PRINCESS. GET THE FINEST CHINA IN ALL THE LAND. CAN WE JUST FLY TO ENGLAND AND TALK TO THE QUEEN, MONARCH TO MONARCH, MAYBE BORROW WESTMINSTER—NO, FORGET WESTMINSTER ABBEY. LET’S GET THE POPE UP IN HERE, SOME MIDDLEMIST FLOWN IN FROM NEW ZEALAND, WE CAN DESIGN A CUSTOM BALLROOM FROM MARBLE. GET THE DWARVES DOWN IN THE MINES – CAN SOMEONE GET ADELE ON THE PHONE? SHE OWES ME A FAVOR. SHE CAN SING AT THE RECEPTION. WE’RE GETTING THE BEST.”
Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?
Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.
So, you could say I’m a little nervous.
“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.
“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.
“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.
“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.
I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.
Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?
“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.
“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.
“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.
In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.
“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.
“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.
“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.
“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.
“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.
“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.
“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.
“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”
“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.
“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.
“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.
“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.
“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.
“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.
No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.
We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.
One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.
‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.
“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.
Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.
“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.
“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.
Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.
“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.
He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.
“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.
“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.
Mission success, as we figured it would be. The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.
Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.
Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.
“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.
“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.
Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.
“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.
“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.
“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.
(Shut up, Romanoff)
He pushes past everyone.
“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”
Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’
Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.
could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.”
bold indicates Harry’s texts and text in italics indicates (y/n)’s texts.
I’m out with my Mum but I’ll be home in an
Sounds good x
I just got home and rang you five times but
I’ve just realised that it’s 3am where you are. Hope you’re having sweet dreams
about your fabulous girlfriend xx
love my wife ‘n everything but I am so glad for a day in the studio.” Harry
laughed when his friend walked through the doors of the small studio, looking
as sleep deprived as any other father of two.
joys of marriage, eh?”
been moody with me all week,‘s not my fault I didn’t hear the baby crying when
it was my turn to get up with her!” He scoffed, throwing his jacket on the rack
in the corner. “Appreciate these kid-free years you have with your missus, the
most action I get these days is seeing her pump milk because apparently not
even my magic touch will make her boobs feel better.”
gross.” Harry grimaced, looking up from where he was strumming lightly on his
guitar. “Are we going to write some music today or just talk about how hard
your life is because you’re not getting any action these days?”
off.” He laughed. “Just because you have an active
laughed along but felt his heart twist when he realised he hadn’t even spoken
to his girlfriend in three days now, let alone be intimate with her. It wasn’t
by fault of either of them that their relationship was on hold right now and
there was nothing they could do about their demanding jobs but he wishes he was
able to go home in the evenings and have his girl waiting for him, enjoying
their ‘kid-free years’ as he had been advised to. She wasn’t bitter about it,
she was more than understanding, as was he about her schedule- they just needed
to work on making their relationship a priority over their careers.
the thoughts to the back of his mind, he decided to get to work instead to take
his mind off it all.
end of his day in the studio, Harry felt slightly better when he realised he
had got all his feelings out in the form of a song. It was a song personal to
his current situation but he knew the other three boys would definitely be able
better get going, promised the wife I would do dinner tonight.” His friend
announced once they decided they were happy with how the demo of the song was
no problem, I’ll lock up here.” Harry nodded with a smile.
tomorrow!” He called on his way out, his headlights illuminating the room
through the window moments later, before they began to gradually get further
away to the point where they could no longer be seen.
while of tweaking the song slightly, he looked at the clock and calculated in
his head what time in would be back home.
Can you talk? x
I can talk quietly, I have a sleeping cat on my
happy that they finally had a free moment together and wasted no time in
clicking the face time icon in the corner of the screen.
stranger.” Her tired smile greeted him after two rings.
missed you.” He smiled, head resting on his arm which was propped up on the
guitar on his knee.
it’s been ages since we talked.” She yawned. “Someone fell asleep the other night after telling me he would be
waiting for my call.” Her teasing smile made him laugh quietly.
know what I’m like; wide awake one minute and dead to the world the next.”
it was nearing the early hours of the morning where she was but the
conversation flowed so freely, talking about anything and everything, that he
figured she needed this call just as much as he did and so tried not to think
of the time difference as they talked for what must have been almost an hour
in the studio today.” He announced. “Well, I still am.” He flipped the camera
round to show her that he was indeed still in the studio. She giggled when he
waved through the mirror.
day?” She asked.
productive.” He nodded once the camera had flipped back round to face him. “Got
a song written.”
was very productive.” She looked impressed. “Dare I ask what it’s about or is
it a one direction exclusive top secret?”
it is about you… I think.” He smiled sheepishly.
He nodded. “I didn’t really have you, or us, in mind when I was writing it but
I realised when I heard it back that it was the perfect song for us.”
wait to hear it then.” She smiled, yawning again.
hear it now, I just haven’t quite figured the exact tune out but I have a rough
Her eyes lit up, excited at the idea of Harry singing a song which he thinks is about her to her for the first
as you promise to keep it between us.”
promise.” She held her pinky finger up to the screen and he laughed before
clearing his throat and setting his phone up in front of him.
“If I could fly.” His deep, raspy singing voice sounded more
perfect than she remembered and it filled her heart with contentment at the
familiar sound. “I’d be coming right back
home to you.” She smiled when she realised how the song fit perfectly in
through, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and her phone slipped
gently from her hand, the view on the screen now just the dark ceiling of their
bedroom. Harry’s focus was completely on the song so he didn’t notice the
movement until he had finished and looked to his phone to see what she thought.
smiled when he realised he had sung her to sleep and simply cut off the call,
sending her a text right after.
Summary: Y/N instead of her prom she goes to iHeart Radio festival where Shawn leaves her alone for Camila.
Hope you enjoy it!
Never in a million years would I have thought I‘d miss my
own prom, but looking at my plane ticket I knew it happened. Since I was a
little girl I always dreamed about wearing fancy dress to my prom, accompanied
by a handsome guy, but when the guy I love asks you to be his pair to iHeart
Radio Festival which is happening on your prom night, I guess you don‘t really
„Why are you so nervous?“ Shawn asked slighly laughing at
me. „There will be hundrets of people!” “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.
I won’t leave you” Shawn kissed my lips trying to calm me down. When he left to
get ready I knew it was time for me too. I guess wearing make up to cover up my
acne skin since I was 15years old paid off because now without any struggles I
did some kickass glam make up. After putting on my dress I looked at the
mirror. Of course I didn’t look perfect because it would have looked prettier
with slimmer legs, flat stomach, but perfection was never a thing. So I didn’t
really think about it. If I said I wasn‘t nervous I would be lying
because just thinking about standing there next to people you always watched on
your computer screen gives me anxiety. Of course I said to Shawn that I won‘t
be standing next to him on the red carpet because that would be just too much
for me but it still made me nervous.
„You look amazing“ Shawn whispered making my cheeks heat.
Even though I‘m dating Shawn for a very long time he still makes me feel like
it happened just yesterday. „Well you
don‘t look bad yourself, Mendes“ I smirked looked at him. „I swear to god, Y/N,
if we would be alone right now, I would rip that dress off your body“ Shawn
huskily murmed leaving small kisses on my neck. „Maybe you should wait till the
evening‘s done“ I said knowing it would
put him on the edge. „You‘re..“ „Mr.Mendes, Miss Y/L/N. We‘re here“ Shawn‘s
drivers said. „Don‘t be scared, princess. I will meet you there“ Shawn kissed
my lips before stepping out of the car.
Scrolling down my instagram something catched my eyes. It
was Shawn scaring Camila on the red carpet. I guess perfection is a thing now.
Camila looked like a goddess with her white top and short-thing, whatever it
was. It‘s actually quite rude if you ask me, people still talking about Shawn
and Camila dating even though Shawn said in one of his interviews that Shawn
and I were in a relationship, but again no one is asking me.
When the evening started but Shawn still wasn‘t with me I got nervous. Where the hell is that boy?
Leaving a few messages I put my phone down and tried to enjoy the evening. He
will come eventually. At least that’s what I thought.
On the break he still wasn‘t here. Did he just betrayed me?
Scrolling down my social medias I saw pictures of my friends in their prom dresses. I should have been there with
my friends not here. Alone. But after seeing something my sadness quickly
changed into anger. There was a photo of Shawn and Camila enjoying themselves.
Shawn had his phone in his hands. Maybe he didn‘t see my messages? Of course he
did, he just found a better company than you. I couldn‘t be here anymore so I
Angrily wiping all the tears rolling down my face I looked
through the car‘s window. „You okay, ma‘am?“ driver asked concerned. Nodding my
head I smiled through my tears. If someone would have said that I would be
crying on my prom night I‘d say they‘re lying. But now look at the mess I am.
Stuffing my mouth with multiple candy and ice cream was
never in my planner but sometimes things happens. All I wanted was to leave
this place, far from the highways, close to the sea. My phone starts to buzz. I
look up to see Shawn calling. There‘s no way I‘m picking up that phone. ‚Have
fun with Camila‘ I quickly send it and throw my phone away.
„Hi baby, why did you leave so soon?“ Shawn asked confused. „Are
you serious right now? Please tell me you‘re not because if you are then just
leave“ I said pissed. „What did I do?“ „What the actual fuck Shawn? That‘s the
thing, you did fucking nothing. You left me, your girlfriend alone, when you
promised me you wouldn‘t“ I yelled frustrated. „Just calm down. Why are you so
mad at me? I gave you an oppurtunity to
be in this festival, for free“ Shawn said rolling his eyes. I can‘t believe what
I was hearing. „Wow, thank you hero of the day!“ I yelled putting my hands in
the air. „Stop making it such a big deal“ „No fuck you, Shawn. Fuck you and
your stupid celebrity life. You don‘t get it, I missed my prom, the night I was
waiting since I was five years old, for what? This night that I was all alone
why all of my friends enjoyed themselves?!“ I snapped at him leaving our hotel
room. I needed to get out of here.
„Stupid stupid stupid“ I started murmuring „Stop crying“ a frustrated
yell escaped my lips when I couldn‘t take it anymore.
sitting on a hotel’s roof looking at the city’s view in front of me. If I wouldn’t
be so mad and sad I wished Shawn was here too.
I turned around when I heard soft music start to
play. There was Shawn standing with flowers in his hands. As I got up to leave
Shawn grabbed me by my wrist. “Just hear me out” he looked at me apologetically.
Again I turned to love but he caught my wrist. Again. “Please” I stopped moving
and looked at his eyes. “I know I messed up. Really badly and I’m so sorry” if
he thinks saying sorry will sort out everything he’s wrong “I know sorry is not
enough. Hell I don’t even have an explanation why I left you alone. But I know
that I love you and I’m so sorry for making this mistake. I promise I won’t
leave you, never again. And I’m terribly sorry for ruining your prom night. But
please can I make it up to you?” Shawn asked hopefully while I was glaring at
him. “Y/N, will you dance with me?” He asked giving me flowers. Slowly taking
flowers I hugged him. Feeling his body relaxing made me giggle. He was nervous
coming here. “I’m still mad at you, Mendes. But nothing can change the fact
that I love you. And no prom night, stupid fights will change that.” “I love you too Y/N” Shawn leaned over to kiss me. God, I love him. “But I swear to god, if you leave me again, I will chope off your balls”
Harry was nervous. Palms sweaty. He’s being crying. Without a doubt. Swollen eyes. Blotchy cheeks. You walked in, after a fairly good day to meet him at the dining room table. “Hey gorgeous” You said as normal. You pressed a kiss to his lips only to then notice his expression. “H, what’s wrong?” You asked. He sighed and blubbered a little. “We need to talk” He said. You looked at your boyfriend of five years. “Okay, are you okay?” You asked. This wasn’t normal of Harry, this was, this was different. “No” He burst out into tears before he could stop himself. “Love, I’m so so so sorry. I fucking hate myself.” He screamed. You were truly shocked. “H, I don’t understand what’s going on right now” You said your eyes darting everywhere. You sat down next to him holding his hands. “Harry, take a deep breath and explain.” You said with a small smile.
He took a deep breath. “Last year, we argued. You know whilst I was in L.A. The big one about me not being home much. I got really really upset. I hated arguing with you. Jeff had come to my house and pulled me out my misery but dragging me out to a club. God I drank too much. Way too much. More than I should’ve. I knew I was pushing my boundaries and I didn’t stop. I didn’t fucing stop. All I could think about was you. I was so worried. I knew you weren’t okay and I desperately wanted to call you but knew I’d want the next flight home and simply, I wanted to win the argument.” He was crying so much and you felt yourself shaking. “ I slept with another girl, I’m so sorry love. I really am. I couldn’t Baby, I’m so sorry. I can’t I’m so fucking sorry. I’m a fuck up in life, you’re my everything, please don’t leave me.” He blurted. You felt everything rush out of you. Your heart dropped. Tears flooded your eyes. He wrapped you in a hug. You couldn’t move. “It gets worse, I’m so sorry.” He said. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him. “She’s pregnant. There’s multiple fathers I just I can’t I’m sorry” He cried. You looked at your boyfriend. “Please say something.” He said.
You heart was racing. What was there to say? You boyfriend cheated on you. Were you that awful? Was you not good enough? Was you not hot enough? Were you not adventurous enough? “What’s wrong with me?” You asked. Harry broke down. “It’s not you. I’m a fucking awful person. I fucking wish I never fucking did. Gosh, I fucking wish I never was in One Direction! If I wasn’t in there I would have never been famous, I would never have had a house in L.A, I would have never met Jeff and I would have never fucked cheated on you. You’re so good to me and I’m a cunt. A fucking cunt is what I am. God, how can you even look at me?” He spoke. Tears were coming from the pair of you. You looked at your boyfriend. “Never wish that you weren’t in One Direction, because you would have never met me. Bad choices don’t make you a shitty person, they make you a person. I’m upset, truly I am, but I just don’t know.” You sighed. “I can take my stuff and stay at my Mum’s. You can stay here, even if we don’t work out, I’ll pay it forever, I owe you the world, I’m such a cunt.” He threw the tetal away from him and banged is hand on the counter. “Stop calling yourself that.” You whispered. “I am a cunt, Y/N. YOU’RE CRYING. I CAUSED THAT!” He shouted. “Harry calm.” You wrapped him in a hug.
Harry may of done a shitty thing, but you loved him. You honestly were in love with him and you don’t think this could change that. You were upset. Well and truly. “ We may need some time, but I do forgive you. If you’re the father then, we can work around it, can’ we. We are a team. You just have to promise that you’ll never do it again Harry. This is breaking my heart. I need you in my life for fuck sake!” You cried. He hugged you tightly. “Gosh I fucking promise. Never again. You are one in a fucking million, you know that?” He said into your hair. You were upset, distraught. But, you needed to be honest and help each other through the dark clouds.
I really didn’t want things to end up shitty I’m sorry!! Part 2?!?!?!?! ASKS!! REQUESTS OPEN.