Vernon/OFC: Jealousy is pretty ugly, but you’re just pretty
Genre: university!AU, fluff/romance/humor
Word Count: 4206
Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan
@svthansols: bff!Vernon, “I swear I didn’t see anything!”/“I won’t tell anyone. I swear.”/“What if I kissed you right now?”
She sipped furiously at her iced green tea, the sharp tang of lemon assaulting her tongue, but she paid no mind.
“Are you back on Earth yet, or,” Joshua trailed off lightly, twirling idly at the plastic straw of his thai milk tea.
“Depends, has Earth finally created a pathway to heaven?” she exhaled, nibbling at the edge of her straw. “Because that girl is practically a Goddess.”
In the middle of the student center entrance, stood Vernon and yet another girl. Not that she was counting (two in the past week) but this new one was so frustratingly good looking, coupled by the fact that he was so frustratingly good looking as well. Together they were incredibly beautiful. She had meticulously dyed ash blonde hair, with her roots freshly treated and her style had that lowkey “City Swag” vibe Vernon was crazy about. In other words, the perfect girl.
Hotel room in downtown manhattan. Floor to ceiling glass window and harry fucks y/n against it. Please.
This is actually a big tease for me, because i have such a obsession over french windows and specially fucking against them.
It’s probably late at night when you two come at your hotel room. Harry is so mad at you for teasing him all night in front of your friends. That little black dress of yours is driving him crazy and that moment when you slided your hand in his pocket out of nowhere, just made him look at you worningly but you didn’t pay attention at it and kept your inappropriate jokes with the girls. He tried to kiss you once but instead you bite his earlobe and licked his neck when no one was watching.
Now it’s time for you to pay for all the teasing and you know it so you run straight to the bedroom. You don’t want him to spank you because tomorrow you two will have a flight so you won’t be able to sit on you sore ass for eight hours.
“Don’t hide, my love, you have to take the responsibility for your actions.”
The sound of your heels against the floor is hearing in all over the place and you’re not too sure if the other guests in the other hotel rooms next to yours are going to get much of a sleep tonight.
“Please don’t spank me” you say to him when he walks to you and take off your dress.
“You really don’t want me to, do you?” he smirks, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you to the windows.
“No, Harry. Please don’t, do whatever you want with me but don’t spank me. Tomorrow it’ll hurts so damn much.”
“Then tell me how to punish you, Y/N. What would you like? To get on your knees and suck my cock or to be fucked against the windows with the clear tought that everyone can see our little show tonight?”
“Both” you cry out, your panties are already soaked and you’re so ready for him.
You can hear how he takes his jeans off, his hands are busy and his mouth is on your shoulder. He’s sucking on your skin and making sure that he’ll leave a big red mark on it so everybody can know he owns you.
“Take off your bra, slowly” his command is direct, you can hear how desperate to have you he is. “Come on, strip that down for me.”
You wrap your fingers around your straps and start pulling them down on your shoulders. Harry’s watching you in a completely awe, you can see how turn on he is from your little strip show. You take off your panties too, but this time without a permission.
“Want me to touch myself, Harry?” you ask, walking slowly to him.
“Don’t” he says, his voice is husky and you take his cock in your hand, it’s pulsing.
“Then to touch you?”
His mouth falls open so he can say something to you but you’re faster. Your lips crash in his and your hand starts pumping, keeping the tempo you know it kills him.
“I didn’t allow you to” he snaps and turn you so you can face the window and grabs your hair once again, tugging roughtly on it as his other hand slaps your ass.
“Harry, please, no” you moan, turned on even more.
“You’re saying no to me in the same time your sweet juices start dripping on my hand.” he smirks and bites at the skin of your ass cheek “You’re a very bad girl, Y/N.”
He slaps your ass once again before he stands back up and rub his tip on your entrance.
“Fuck me” you say to him, tired of waiting and teasing, “fuck me like you hate me.”
“You know what, babe?” He asks and kisses your jaw, “I’m gonna give you what you want. And i’m gonna give it to you but i’m not sure you’ll be able to walk after it.”
He slides in you and wraps his arms around your body, starting to trust in you rought and fast even from the start.
“Don’t stop, please don’t” you beg him, trying to distract yourself from the strong sensation by watching the city lights in front of you.
“How the coldness of the glass feels against your boobs, babe?”
You curse him for what you get a hard slap on the ass and he pulls your hair so he can kiss your neck.
“I hate you so much” you moan, when he wraps his fingers around your throat. “And your goddamn cock too.”
“Too long and thick, hum?” he smirks, “Enough to choke on it forever.”
He laughs at how weak you are and start rubbing your clit with his one hand and with other one he grabs your boobs and squeezes them not really gently.
“Want to say something to me again, angel? Couldn’t hear yeh.”
“Yeah” you cry out, “Kiss me.”
You turn your head a little so he can reach your lips and connect with them.
“So tight around me” he moans in your mouth and bites on your bottom lip. “So wet, i’m making those slappy noises every time i hit your G spot, darling.”
You don’t even know how to reply anymore, you’re too lost in the sensation and the contrast of the cold glass and his warm body. He loses his tempo, you’re sure he’s close too.
“Want to stay in you like this forever, Y/N, just fucking and fucking…. And maybe to allow you to grind on me or suck me off sometimes.”
His thoughts are crazy but you’re enjoying them because if he doesn’t talk dirty, you’re going to lose control and scream. And you can bet that this isn’t very nice when it comes to your “neighbors”.
“C-Close…” You start trembling and you feel your knees weak.
“Just look at us” he says and points at the mirror in the corner of the room.
Your hands hit the window when you see what a mess you two are right now. You’re red and sweaty, your hair is tangled and your bodies are connected perfectly.
“Like porn stars, hum, babe? Is that what you want to say?” He smirks when you nod, starting to clench around him,“Nah, we’re better. We- Fuck!- we’re much better. And you’re so beautiful with your boobs against the glass. And those cherry lips of your you keep biting on.”
You don’t wait for his permission to cum and start your journey to heaven. He’s fucking you like a slut and you’re pretty much into it.
When you recover from your orgasm you can see him, sensitive and over-stimulated, he can’t wait to cum. So you go down on him, kissing all over his chest and his abs before you start sucking him off and playing with his balls.
“Gag on me, darling. Want yeh to lick all of your juices from my cock.”
You start pumping harder with your hand and wrap your lips around his tip first, looking at him before you take almost all of him in your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat when you’re loss for breath and tears are forming in your eyes.
“Gonna cum, please go deeper, Y/N, please.”
You do as you’re told, wanting to see him trembling and moaning your name. His hands are tugging roughly on your hair and his toes are curled.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, goddamn well, love…" he starts, reaching his orgasm, his head tilts back. “Y/N, fuck you, my little girl.”
When you both take control of your breathing and put on some clothes you can sleep in, he cuddles into you in the bed and whisper gently in your ear:“I love you so much, babe, but i also love fucking you like i hate you.”.
I have to request in 2 asks lol Happy imagine where your a bigger girl
not so confident but you had been seeing happy in secret chibs is the
only one who knows you arent sure he wants people to know chibs
encourages you to surprise him at the club, you show up surprise him he plays it off like your just a friend blows
you off. Chibs lectures him and he begs your forgiveness you end up
I was looking at my reflection on the mirror, Happy was taking a shower on
the room next to me. I touched with the tips of my fingers my tummy and my
thighs, paying attention to every detail, every insecurity. I felt disgust
turning my stomach but I could see the love marks Happy left through my skin
starting to turn purple and I asked myself why, why would he chose me not once
or twice but several nights a week for how long? Six months. Things were taking
a serious turn in my heart, it was not a last night stand since about two
months ago when he started staying the night, then taking a shower in the
morning and now even a cup of coffee while both of us talked about our days,
our favorite movies and expectations.
I heard the water close and I ran to get a shirt to cover my body with,
when the door was opening I was already sliding on some sweats, god forbid he
seeing my legs in the light of the day, he came out only wearing a towel covering
his lower region and I blushed a little at the view.
“Mornin’” he said in a hushed voice and I looked at him with a smile “Sleep well?”
“Yeah, Hap” I said before getting up, I opened one of the drawers and took a clean
shirt for him. He raised his eyebrows at me “You let me borrow your shirts sometimes, I wash them and keep them in
the drawer” I said and he smiled at me before embracing me for a short
second “I’ll make some coffee, alright?”
I met Happy through Chibs, we became good friends a while ago one time
when my old car broke down and from that moment we became pretty close, he was
my confident and helped me work on my self-esteem and self-worth even when
times were looking blue more than anything, he took me to one of the club’s
parties one night and that was the moment all began. Sitting on a sofa next to
two crow eaters sat the man I would fell in love with no more than three months
later, he had that bad to the bone aura that attracted me since the minute we
looked at each other in the eye. Chibs introduced me to Happy on the couch that
night and Jax and Tig who were standing next to the bar, immediately the dark
haired one started flirting and making me laugh the whole night but it only developed
into a silly friendship unlike the look in Happy’s face through the whole time.
Not even a week later I was in bed next to Happy.
“Hey Lass” said the Scottish man on the other line of the phone “Happy invited you to the party tonight?”
he said and I just sighed
“He didn’t. This whole thing is a secret.” I said on the phone, 10 minutes ago Happy had left in his roaring
motorcycle he parked on the back of my place “I don’t know if I can keep playing this game anymore”
“Lass…you should come”
“Why? He’s definitely embarrassed of the
fatass he’s fucking with. If I was like one of the CaraCara girls I might would
be able to come” I said
while tearsran down my cheeks
“Lass, don’t think that way” he said sighing “You’re fucking
beautiful, girl and you should never forget that. Go put on some nice clothes
and come tonight, 7:30 make sure he knows what he’s missing out”
I put on my best jeans, a nice shirt and a leather jacket on top. My
high heels clicked against the pavement in from of the TM, the music roaring in
my ears, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air and lots lots of people and
motorcycles. I approached the entrance unsure if it was a good decision but
before I could leave back to my car, Filip was dragging me inside, putting a
drink on my hand and putting his hand around my waist. I saw Happy seating on
the same couch I met him the first time, Bobby next to him while some crow
eater danced on the latest lap. Happy had a blonde chick hanging around him but
he flipped her off at least two times since the first time I saw him, Chibs dragged
me there Bobby putting a hand up as a hello and Happy immediately meeting my
“Look, who’s here brother” said Chibs pushing me forward, the blonde chick looking at me up and
down but Happy didn’t say a thing. I just stood there quietly looking at Chibs
and he put his arm around my shoulders while we drank, a few Nomads approached
us no long after.
“Hey, I’m Marcus” said one and I introduced myself “So
YN what brings you here?” he said and Chibs nudged Happy.
“A friend of the club” said the Tacoma Killer looking at Marcus making the last one nod. I
felt my heart breaking at that moment but I just looked down putting the sour
beer against my lips, I waited a considerable time before heading outside
without it seeming obvious.
I heard someone come outside no long after “Chibs, I’m not in the mood” I said
“I’m not Chibs” Marcus was standing there next to me, he motioned us to sit on one of
the picnic tables and I followed him.
“Man that was a total asshole move” said Chibs in a whisper next to me, I looked at him with a serious look
and he just called me out to move. When we got outside there she was talking to
Marcus, the beautiful smile in her face for him. “You’re missing out in someone so beautiful and kind brother” said
Chibs but I couldn’t take my eyes of the sight in front of me, she looking at
him, paying complete attention to what he said. “You’re gonna lose her” he said and in that moment something
clicked on me with a few long steps I was next to them, Marcus looked up to me
expecting a reason for my outburst, she had a clueless look in her face.
“Something you need brother?” said Marcus but I couldn’t keep my eyes off YN
“Your hands off my old lady” I said and Marcus looked at me with wide eyes before stepping up and
leaving us alone.
“I’m not your old lady” she said with a cold tone and I felt a lump inside my throat. “You are embarrassed of me, how can I be
your old lady?”
“No baby, I’m….I’m an idiot baby girl” I said trying to approach her but she took her hand away from me.
“I’m going home, Happy” she said, No No No I couldn’t loser her not this way, never.
“I love you” I said and I saw her breath heavily “I love you so much, I was scared. I didn’t want this club, the shit
surrounding it to destroy what we have” I said taking her hand in between
mine and kissing it softly “I adore you,
you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I want to make sure you never
forget that” I said before putting her even closer to me and kissing her
softly “I love you, I love you. I’m
sorry I ever made you feel like you were not enough, YN. You are even more than
what a man like me deserves, love.” I said
“I love you too Happy” she said hugging me, I felt her tears wetting my shirt but I just held
her closer to me.
“Will you be my old lady?” I said and she nodded slowly
“No more hiding?” she said and I kissed her deeply
“No more hiding”
This request touched my heart because I’m a heavier girl myself and I
have dealt with self-esteem problems since I was a little girl, I hope someday
someone loves me for who I am and I know all of you beauties are going to find
someone who loves you and adores every single inch of yourselves, never take
any less from anyone because you deserve only the best.
I cringed as my mom gripped my pigtails. “All I did was ask for a dog…why is she doing this to me?” I thought as she tore out small clumps of my hair and slammed my head down on the table. I stayed still, she was like some type of rabid animal. Maybe if I play dead she’ll leave me be. After a few moments I heard her footsteps leave to her bedroom and straightened up, rubbing my nose which had warm, sticky blood dripping from it. I grabbed a few tissues and began wiping up the blood, holding the tissue over my nose. I went to my room and picked up my phone to talk to Karma.
Nagisa: Hey Karma
Karma: Oh Nagisa
Karma: What’s up?
Nagisa: Think I could go to your house today?
Karma: It’s your birthday, shouldn’t you spend it with family?
Nagisa: Not to sound edgy but I’d rather be happy celebrating my birthday than stay here with my family
Karma: Oh, yeah come on over
Karma: Awww I make you happy? ;)
Nagisa: Don’t make me call up Kayano-chan
Karma: Come over Nagisa, don’t be like that
Karma: I’ll even get the guest room set up
Nagisa: Thanks, I’ll be there in a few minutes
I began to pack my bag and texted my dad about where I was going in case my mom sent anyone after me. I didn’t want anyone dragged into this if they had no place in it. No WAY I would let Karma get dragged into my personal life, he’d probably tease me about it or stop talking to me altogether…
I got to Karma’s house and paced back and forth from the door to the sidewalk, unsure if I should risk staying at his house.
“Hey, Nagisa, don’t think I can’t see you, I’ll be right down,” Karma called down from his bedroom window. He climbed out on the window and hopped down to where I was from the second floor, landing softly. He was like a cat or something…speaking of…I wanted a dog SO badly…
“Nagisa, come on,” Karma said. He tried to drag me in his house. The sudden jolt made me trip and I fell forward, my hand slipping out Karma’s grip. I landed on my hands and knees. Never have I ever hated Karma’s pebble driveway as much as I did now. The fall caused the small rocks to poke and tear into my skin. I felt a shuddering pain as I got to my feet. Sure, I had faced worse, a LOT worse. I had faced Takaoka and Karma worse and this was nothing but hell did it HURT. I cringed in pain and stabbing discomfort as I tried to take the pebbles out my skin. I felt Karma’s arm drape around my shoulder and stumbled, my legs trembling.
“That was a bad fall, huh?” Karma asked. I nodded and plucked a shard of glass from my hand, wincing in pain and damn near biting my own tongue off. “Well let me help.”
Karma scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his doorstep. He slung my bag around his shoulder as he carried me like I was nothing more than a pack of sodas.
“I-I can walk fine Karma!” I yelped. How embarrassing! First I tripped and now I being carried for a whole 10-15 feet? I was mortified, downright MORTIFIED!
“Haha, you’re blushing. Put you in some girl clothes and maybe fix your pigtails up and I’d look like prince charming saving my little princess,” Karma chuckled. Like I said, mortified.
“P-princess?!” I cried out as he opened the door.
“Mmm…more like my little blueberry jester. You’re such a laugh!” Karma teased. I buried my face Karma’s arm at these pathetically mortifying nicknames! So pathetically embarrassing, horribly mortifying, awfully terrible, but…cute.
“Karma, can you please help me in an actual helpful way? These hurt,” I whimpered. Karma smirked down at me.
“I have something fun to show you in my room. First I’ll clean you up and bandage you then you can see,” Karma said. Room? Fun? No no no no no no NO! I squirmed.
“Fun?! Room?! Dear lord Karma, we’re only 17!” I yelped. He laughed quite loudly and for a long time.
“Oh god, oh my god! You thought I wanted to do that? That of all things? You already can’t walk as is,” Karma chortled.
“Hey, what makes you think you would top!” I said. He laughed and took me to the bathroom, setting me down on the sink.
“Nagisa, you’re 160 centimeters. I’ve already hit 182 centimeters. You think you could top me, when I’m 22 centimeters (~8.7 inches) taller? You’re so adorable~” Karma teased as he got some antibiotic and tweezers. He gently plucked the pebbles and glass pieces from my skin and I cringed. My eyes teared up from pain and the sight of his bright red hair was obscured in my vision.
“Ka-Karma…stop it hurts,” I whimpered. Karma nodded and kept plucking the horrid objects from my palms.
“I know, but we have to get these cleaned and bandaged as soon as possible before they get infected,” Karma said as he finished taking out the pebbles mixed with some shards of glass. He then proceeded to clean and bandage the cuts, with me wincing from the intense stinging sensation. “Good job Nagisa. Now off with your pants.”
“M-my pants?!” I exclaimed. He sighed and unbuttoned my jeans, tugging them down. I pulled my shirt down over my plain black boxers and blushed darkly. “Karma!”
“Relax, I just have to clean up your knees,” he said. The same torturous process repeated with me begging Karma to stop and him telling me this was the only way he could prevent an infection. When it was all finally over, he took my pants away.
“Hey, just what are you doing to my pants Karma?” I asked, following him while pulling my shirt down.
“Putting them to wash with my dark clothes, can’t have you going home with bloody jeans can we?” he asked as he tossed the jeans into the washer. “Just go change into sweatpants or shorts or something.”
“Fine, fine,” I grumbled as I went back to the bathroom where Karma had set down my bag. I dug through it and pulled out my grey sweatpants, pulling them on. The soft inside texture caught slightly on the rough texture of the bandages as I pulled them on. I walked back out the bathroom and walked around. Karma’s quiet…that’s not good. That’s not good at all! I thought as I looked around. A soft breath came down my neck and a thick blue cloth was wrapped around my eyes.
“Time to show you your surprise Nagi! Don’t worry, I’ll carry you up to my room,” Karma said in my ear. He lifted me back up again and I clung to him, fearful this was a cruel prank and he would drop me on purpose as my “surprise”.
I felt each step Karma took up the stairs, my heart pounding as I clutched onto him nervously. I heard a soft scratching noise from Karma’s room as we got closer. Oh god…what kind of death beast has he gotten?! I thought. Every little step rocked me in Karma’s arms softly and I took deep breaths as the scratching got louder. Karma’s door opened, with the squeaky hinges I hate that sounded like something from an old horror movie. He set me on his bed and I heard a small grunt noise followed by the soft sound of panting. He took off my blindfold with one hand and I saw the cutest thing in my life. A little German Shepherd and corgi mix. I gasped and felt a small squeal rise in my throat but held back as I reached out a hand to gently pet the small dog.
“I knew you wanted a dog, I saw the way you looked so enviously at couples leaving the pet store with a new pup. So, what are you going to name her?” Karma asked. I smiled and paused, snapping when the perfect name came to mind.
“Mind if I call her…Revenge? Kinda like karma but not quite. I think it’d be a nice little tribute to you,” I said. “For all you’ve done.”
“Ironic too. This lil pup hardly knows how to bark!” Karma chuckled, gently rubbing behind the dog’s ear.
“Why would you go through the trouble of getting a dog?” I asked, smiling as the small mix cuddled up beside me.
“For your birthday silly! Plus you surely are clueless, huh?” Karma sighed. “I put an emphasis on a certain word. Now you have a dog but you still aren’t part of a….”
He waved his hands as if expecting me to complete the sentence.
“My god Nagisa! Couple, I was looking for couple!” Karma exclaimed.
“No, whatever stripper or hooker or whoever you’re paying to date me can go back to where they came from,” I said. Karma rolled his eyes.
“My god, you really are oblivious. ME. I was referring to you dating ME!” Karma said.
“Couple…with Karma? And get a new dog? Okay okay don’t pass out. Deep breath, deep breath…” I thought to myself. “Your mom won’t let you anyways, good luck telling Karma…”
“I…can’t Karma. I just…my mom,” I said. I looked down, disappointed and picked up Revenge, putting her in Karma’s lap. Both made the saddest, cutest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen in my life. So cute…so so cute! And they’re going to be with me!….Aw shit, this wasn’t fair! Karma is guilt tripping me…
“Pretty please Nagisa? I know your mom is mean and demanding but please oh please just try! I’ll even go with you to try and reason with her. Let’s worry about that later though. Even if she won’t let you have me and Revenge forever, you’ll have us tonight,” Karma said. He chuckled and put his head in my lap, gently taking out my pigtails and playing with the tips of my hair which now went down to the middle of my torso.
My mom and dad getting back together helped a lot but now that my dad got a job with crappy hours, she’s just as stressed and irritable as before. Not to mention she hasn’t let me cut my hair, she said I can once I finish high school. Sometimes I hate my long hair but seeing Karma giggle and smile as he plays with it…I like it….
“Ah Nagisa, your hair is so soft,” Karma cooed. Revenge was cuddled up beside me and was licking my hand. Karma sat up and stroked my hair in a way that felt calming and reassuring as opposed to how my mother stroking my hair felt…creepy and unsettling. Her touch made my alert by Karma’s made me feel happy and at ease. “Mind if I braid your hair Nagi?”
“No…I don’t mind at all,” I said, sighing and leaning my head towards him.
“Ah you’re so adorable, you leaning for me to pet your hair is like a dog or a cat,” Karma said with a smirk. I didn’t care, this felt too nice for me to care. He got up and told me to stay on his bed, leaving the room. He returned moments after holding my bag and taking out the brush I always brought over. He began to brush through my hair, taking time to gently untangle knots and avoiding pulling my hair.
I hummed at the gentle touch. Despite my mom treating my hair like some kind of trophy, she’d always tug clumps of my hair out while brushing it. How my hair remained thick and soft was a mystery to me (A/N: SAME THO NAGISA) and it honestly irked me sometimes. Revenge had fallen asleep beside me and I looked at Karma.
“Will you help me take care of her if my mom allows me to keep her?” I asked, worried about taking care of this little puppy all on my own. Karma nodded and kissed my cheek.
“Well duh, I’m not giving you a load of responsibilities for your birthday. That comes on your 21st birthday when you can legally drink, don’t you know?” Karma joked. He ruffled my hair a bit in a playful manner, I couldn’t help my giggle. He’s so lighthearted and laid back…
“Alright, alright. I’m sure she’ll like the idea of me dating a guy to further her illusion of me being a girl,” I said with a smile. I laid down and nuzzled him, sighing happily. I heard soft rain start outside and Karma held me tighter. “Karma, are you scared of thunder?”
“No not thunder, I’m scared of rain. It makes me think of tsunamis and hurricanes,” Karma admitted, clinging onto me as Revenge went on Karma’s other side, licking his face and panting softly.
I smiled and Karma hid his face in my shirt, shaking softly.
“It’s alright Karma,” I assured him as the sound of rain grew heavier. I kissed his forehead and held him close, it just seemed like the thing I should do. It seemed to work as his shaking lessened despite the crescendo of raindrops. He nuzzled his face in my neck, which tickled slightly.
“Bet you never expected someone like me to fear rain, huh?” he murmured into my neck. For some reason that felt right too, and it felt good.
“Well I thought you didn’t have any fears,” I chuckled.
“Well I have loads, doesn’t mean I show it often,” Karma said. He turned me so I was laying on my back and he was straddling me with his chin on my chest. “Also, I like cuddling. It’s a nice contrast to always being violent and stuff.”
Whatever he was doing by showing me his soft side just felt right…and I loved it.
*Tap tick tap*
What was that noise?
Karma heard it too and pressed his body over mine as if to hide me
*Tap tap tap*
“Karma?” I whimpered. “What is tha-”
Karma put his hand over my lips in an attempt to shush me and I got the message. He slowly got off of me as quietly as possible. He grabbed a switchblade knife from his bookcase he had always kept for “emergencies” but him being a sadist I had no clue.
The door near Karma’s room opened, far more creaky and horror movie-ish than Karma’s bedroom door. I heard shuffling in the room and Karma went out, holding the knife. I crept behind him, nervous and holding a pillowcase I tugged off Karma’s pillow. I saw a woman with dark blue hair moving stuff around in the guest room.
“MOM?!” I cried out. Why did she always ruin EVERY happy moment I had?!
“Nagisa, WHY are you at the Akabane household?” she scolded, looking at me.
“I told dad!” I said.
“…Oh,” she said. “I see, I see…" She glared at me and Karma for a bit. I chewed my lip nervously and looked to Karma for help.
“Ms. Shiota, Nagisa is spending the night here. See, I really like Nagisa,” Karma said. She raised an eyebrow.
“Oh?” she sneered.
“Shit! This won’t end well…,” I thought.
Niall wakes up,milky white sheets spilling all over his chest and wrapping around his legs,binding them in their clutches,symbolic of last night with Mary.
He runs a hand through his hair and his body feels jittery with excitement acquired from the images of last night running through his head where she was on her knees,moonlight glimmering in her eyes and casting a silvery look to the sheen of sweat on her body while she was sucking his cock.
“Niall some girl left her-Niall,forGod’s sake,put some clothes on mate.’’.Liam scolded as he burst into Niall’s room.
He was fumbling clumsily around his hotel room scooping his clothes from last night off the carpeted flooring,tugging a pair of boxers up his thighs and-”Fuck Niall-what are you on,you’re trembling like a little leaf.”
And he couldn’t explain.Blood coursing through his arteries and fueling the frenzy of lust and confusion she sent his body into.
Liam directed him to the phone number of the girl from the night before and it’s been non-stop talking to her since.He’s been blanking out during rehearsals because he’s been messaging her and changing his sleeping schedule to fit hers and it’s costing him his sleeping hours but to him it’s worth it because something is different about her.He knows what he’s doing is wrong because he has you waiting for him at home.
He can practically see his darling y/n,girlfriend of 3 years,pacing around in front the upstairs window in one of his sweater and a pair of tube socks , mug of tea in your hands.You’re his main girl and he loves you,his heart beats for you but he’s been tied down for so long that his inner beast wants to pounce on the first thing he sees and that’s Mary.She’s no virgin but she’s tighter than one and she’s the human equivalent of Mary-J.
It was supposed to be a one night stand but with her it’s like his heart refused to let go of the warm feeling that spread across his chest when her body wrapped around his.It’s sent him into thinking that he should send her a bracelet with his name engraved in it.He’s a centimetre away from letting her be his side toy because she’s not like the other girls.He fucked her with his gold pieces on,while she called out to him moaning,groaning and scratching down his body telling him he owned her pearl.
But in the back of his head was you and how infinite and powerful and masculine and sexy he felt when he fucked you.It made you feel like you owned the world but it made him feel like you were his whole world.Something he never felt with Mary.
And he can’t explain why he feels this way towards her because she’s aone night stand.
He’s over her when the tour comes back to her city for an encore performance.He comes over to her place to fuck for the last time because he realized on his own (after Liam knocked some sense into him) that Mary was slowly killing him.He can’t remember the last time he got at least 5 hours of sleep or when he spoke about something besides her or when his phone was charged because speaking to her ate up all of his battery life.
I’m outside your place,let me in.-xx Niall
They got the house to themselves because Mary’s flatmate went out for a drink.Niall doesn’t waste time,as soon as he’s through the door he kissing her because he’s got his own personal supply of Marijuana right in front of him clad scantily in a pair of red bottom heels.
Halfway through you taking his shirt off he starts to wonder if this is worth it because the first time he slept with her he ended up vying for her attention.The thought leaves him feeling silly for contacting her and it makes him sick to his stomach the lengths he’s gone through for a second night with this woman.He’s a man of stature and he never wanted to disrespect himself by doing this to himself and ,by extension,to his one true love.
Mary’s done this before and he knows that by the way she gets her dress to slip effortlessly right past her shoulders and down her hips and he likes the techniques she’s using but he can’t help but wonder how many times she’s done this before.Y/n was Niall’s first and only time and he was her’s and there was a pang of guilt in his heart because sleeping with another felt like betrayal to his lover.It was betrayal to his lover.
The crackling sound of the the fire in the fireplace is casting a golden light on her and he’s seeing her in the adjusted light.
His chest feels cold when her body clashed against his and his cock wasn’t half as hard as it got for you.Her movements felt clumsy and rough and totally amateur as compared to yours and he doesn’t know why he chalked it up to such a high esteem.He blames the alcohol from that night.
Wavelength adjusted,posture straightened and clothes dawned.She’s lying on the bed,catching her breath and Niall’s shifting in his Nikes.They’ve finished.
“We should do that ag-”she starts.
But Niall knew why he came back now because he wanted a little minx to chase and his dick slipped in and caught feelings for the chase and it was fun but the adrenaline was gone and he could think straight.He wanted his main girl,you.He vowed never to speak a word of this because that could jeopardize everything.
It was over with him and Mary.
She was just a drug but he was clean now.
Niall turned on his heel and left before she could finish the sentence.Door slamming in her face and closing behind him before he clicked the button on his key chain to unlock his Range Rover.
He drove away,deleting and blocking her number from his phone and the messages too.
He called you and in his sweetest voice,”y/n,princess,I love you.”
And you,sweet,unsuspecting superfreak,”I love you too,Ni,”
You know what? I’m really sorry to read negative comments about my cosplay of Quiet. I’m sorry because a lot of guys think that it’s simple to make it, it’s simple because you only have to be a girl and wear some ripped tights. And it is automatically a sexual thing. No, it isn’t. I LOVE this character. I fell in love the first time i saw her. I love her aspect, i love her abilities, i love her behaviour. She made me smile and cry. I only wanted to be like her. I’m sorry to read things like “Her lungs aren’t roasted; she still uses her esophagus, 2/10 cosplay.” or “Quiet has got to be one of the easiest characters to cosplay. 1 be a girl, 2 Put on some skimpy clothes and voilà! I’m totally fine with that. Added bonus: I get to re-use this comment at least every week!” I know there’s a lot of girls that make sexy cosplay only because they need attentions, but you have to distinguish them from the ones who do it for passion. We are not all the same. -Lee
So,what do you think of writing an imagine where Daryl feels physically attracted to y/n and she’s kind of new at sex and at first he is afraid (bc of age difference,y/n is like 19)but then he says he will teach her some things, smut and maybe fluffy
You don’t really know what led you to find yourself naked on the bed of Daryl. Really. Maybe it’s the too long stares he gives you when you’re wearing a too short shorts, or how he devours you with his eyes when you smile. Maybe it’s all those things that gave you enough confidence to do that. It’s no secret that you have a huge crush on your older friend. It’s not a secret either that you have never had sex. All this is new to you, you do not even know the reaction he’ll have before all this. Before you, naked.
When Daryl finally pass the doorstep, he blinked several times. As if the vision he had before his eyes was not real, as if it was a dream. A very sexy one. He begins to bite his lower lip before resuming their minds. He can not do that. No. It’s not right. You’re just a young girl, if the world was not plunged into a deadly Apocalypse, you’d be where ? In high school.
Daryl : “What are you doing here girl ?”
[Y/N] : “I.. I thought..”
Daryl : “Put some clothes on”
Nothing could be more humiliating than being push by the only man you have ever desired. You lower your eyes, with shame you start to get dressed. Tears glistened on your cheeks. Before you can get out of the room, a strong hand you catch the handful.
[Y/N] : “Please Daryl let me go, it’s enough humiliating like that for me”
Daryl : “I want you little girl, you don’t know how much I wanted to take you on this bed when I saw naked but it’s not that simple. I mean look at you, you’re.. You’re very young..”
You do not know if you should laugh or cry. So that’s it, his ridiculous reason to push you away. You did not need his pity. You’re better than this.
[Y/N] : “I don’t need your pity Daryl.”
Daryl : “Don’t be like that little girl..”
[Y/N] : “Don’t “little girl” me !”
Daryl : “You’re so fustrating” he said before crashing his lips again yours. At first the kiss was a little bit shy, but then it became more and more heated. To the point that you end up on his knees rubbing yourself against his covered penis.
[Y/N] : “Please.. Please Daryl..”
Daryl : “Please what baby girl ?”
[Y/N] : “Please I want you..”
Daryl : “Are you sure ?”
One other thing you love about Daryl, it’s that behind his rough imagine he is a perfect gentleman. He don’t want to push you in something you don’t want. Even If his all body yells at him to fuck you.
[Y/N] : “Pretty sure yes. I need you”
Daryl : “I’m going to fuck you so hard”
Before he could begin to undress you, you put one of your hands against his cheek. Your look is more serious.
[Y/N] : “I want you to fuck me hard Daryl, but not today. Today I want you to make love to me…”
Daryl : “It’s your first time right ?”
[Y/N] : “Yes..”
Daryl : “Don’t worry I’m going to make you feel good”
He pushes you gently on the bed before lifting your shirt. He drops wet kisses against your belly before rising more and more slowly to your chest.
Daryl : “Take off your bra baby girl”
Timidly you execute yourself, throwing your bra somewhere in the room. Daryl caress your chest, stars in his eyes. For once in your life you really feel like a woman. He looks at you with so much envy. He gave you a little smirk before putting one of your nipple in his mouth. Your mouth forms an “o”, it feels so… So good.
Daryl : “Does it feels good ?”
[Y/N] : “Y… Oh.. Oh yes”
Daryl sucks, nibbles your nipples. Your eyes rolling in the waves of pleasure. One of his hands slip under your skirt rubbing your covered pussy.
[Y/N] :: “Da… Daryl..”
Daryl : “You’re so innocent baby girl”
His lips back against yours, his tongue enters your mouth. You were lost in the kiss when suddenly a finger passes under your panties and begins to caress your clitoris.
Daryl : “It’s ok princess ?”
[Y/N] : “Yes.. Yes.. Please more”
His finger penetrates your pussy, he pumps in you. First slowly, leaving you time to get used to it and then faster and faster.
[Y/N] : “Daryl.. I.. I think I’m gonna cum..”
Daryl : “So cum for me, cum for me baby”
In a muffled cries, you come. Leaving all your juice on the fingers of your lover.
Daryl : “Now I’m going to fuck you (y/n), that’s ok with you ?”
[Y/N] : “No..”
Daryl : “Oh.. Ok If you’re not ready, that’s..”
[Y/N] : “No… I mean first I want to suck you..”
Those dirty words coming from your pretty little and innocent mouth makes him so much hard. He removes his shirt and then he undid his pants in one swift motion. He can not wait any longer, he needs you. You put yourself on your knees and you take away his underwear. You remain in silent before his triumphant erection.
Daryl : “Do you like what you see ?”
[Y/N] : “Yes but.. I..”
Daryl : “Don’t worry, I will guide you. Put your hand on my penis and…”
You do not leave him time to finish his sentence, you lay your hand against his penis and you pump. Increasingly fast before adding your mouth to the equation.
Daryl : “Fuck.. Baby girl, you definitely do not need my help”
You keep licking and pumping his erection when you feel a hand pulling your hair. It’s terribly exciting.
Daryl : “Stop baby girl, I don’t want to cum already. I want to cum inside you” (it’s the apocalypse so… But you, use protections !)
You let his penis, then he positions himself above you. He begins by rubbing his erection against your humidity. He penetrates you gently, the sensation is not really nice at first.
Daryl : “Are you ok ?”
[Y/N] : “Yes you can move now”
When he starts to move, the feeling becomes more and more enjoyable. The pleasure burning inside your belly.
[Y/N] : “Faster please”
Daryl : “As you wish my love”
His penis come faster and faster in you. Your pleasure reaches his maximum.
[Y/N] : “Daryl.. I’m gonna..”
Daryl : “Yes I know me too..”
While your orgasm paralyzes your body, you feel his seed pouring into you. You have become one.
A few minutes later you find yourself against him, your face against his chest. You fall asleep quickly with the feel of his body against yours. One of the nicest sensations that can exist. And in the end you absolutely not regret having force destiny.
Sorry for the english I’m french so it’s more difficult for me, I hope you like it :)
“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Look over here!” You smiled and turned sideways, giving the photographers a sideshot and a cute, cheeky smile. The cameras and the photographers loved you on the red carpet, but it took a lot out of your nerves to get up here and pose all alone for these pictures like this. You did your best to focus on your own appearance rather than the flashes and the yelling going on in front of you. “Give us a turn (Y/n)!” Someone yelled, and you obliged.
Your skirt twirled around you in a wave of blue as you spun twice on your heels to give the full effect of the flowy skirt and high heels your stylist had forced you into. It was mid-turn when the inevitable happened and your heels caught with each other, and you went tumbling backwards in full view of the paparazzi. You squeezed your eyes shut and waited for the embarrassing moment you fell on your ass.
“Easy there beautiful,” A long arm stretched out and caught you around the waist, pulling you back up on your feet and steadying you against a muscular chest. Your eyes flew open and a smile spread across your lips, instantly recognizing that voice.
“Luke!” You smiled, genuinely this time.
Luke smiled down at you and used his hand around your waist to pull you back to your feet, “I see they put you in heels.” He looked down over your outfit and let out a chuckle. He knew you hated the flouncy dresses and high heels.
“Well you know,” you blushed a little and looked down at your clumsy feet. “Not all of us can pull off skinny jeans on a red carpet.” You looked up at him with a teasing smile that made him the blushing one.
Luke draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side, “Come take a few pictures with me and the boys.” He tried to redirect your attention and waved over the rest of the boys who were a few feet down on the carpet. No one had eyes on them though, because once you turned to face the cameras again you realized what a truly intimate moment of friendship you’d just shared with Luke in front of the world.
You blushed and leaned closer into Luke’s side as his bandmates joined the pair of you. “Hi Ashton,” You smiled at the older boy who stepped on your other side.
“Hi (Y/n),” Ashton smiled down at you and put his arm around your waist, pulling you against his side, away from Luke, for a quick one-armed hug. “Clutsy as ever I see,” He joked, smiling for the cameras.
You blushed furiously at the thought of him, and the rest of the band, seeing that and tried to hide it by putting on a wide smile for the cameras. That was something you always admired about these boys. They never had to ‘put on a smile’. They were so much more genuine than the rest of your ‘Hollywood’ friends, and you couldn’t be happier that you could call them friends.
After a few more flashing cameras and a lot more yelling, Ashton released his grasp on your waist, and Calum leaned around Luke, making a motion that they should move down the carpet to the reporters. Ashton gave you a wave and gripped Michael’s shoulder, moving down the carpet ahead of you.
“Hey babe, nice dress,” Calum kisses the top of your hair and walked a short ways ahead of you.
“Thanks Cal,” You smiled and patted his arm as he passed you. These boys had been so nice to you from day one when you’d ran into each other at that recording studio a few months back, and you couldn’t be more thankful that you were friends with them. “How’ve you been Luke?” You looked up at him as you followed closely behind his bandmates to the video cameras and reporters shouting questions.
Luke shrugged and dropped his arm from your shoulder, prepared to head off in your separate directions, “I’m fine, tired though. You?”
You made a substantial effort to exaggerate a yawn in the middle of the red carpet, and Luke burst out laughing at you. “I feel just great,” You joked, poking him in the arm and pointing past him to where his friends were joining their first reporter on the carpet, “You’re about to get ditched, boy.”
“Right, thanks,” Luke chuckled, jogging past you to join his bandmates in front of a tall lanky blonde who was already flirting with Michael.
You let out a quiet sigh and turned to the reporters, each of them yelling and trying to wave you in their direction for your first interview. There was a younger man near the front of the line who looked a little too nervous to yell for you, and you gave him a smile, heading his direction. You didn’t like being yelled at, and if there was an option that didn’t involve yelling you would always take it.
“Hello, (Y/n),” The man smiled nervously, “I’m Mitchell with ODE. I just have a few questions for you from our viewers.”
You smiled and nodded for him to continue, flashing your gaze to the camera just over his shoulder. “Well I’m happy to hear them.”
He nodded and fiddled with some cards in his back pocket, pulling them out and flipping through them anxiously. “B-before I get to these,” He looked up from them and said, for once not sounding nervous, “I noticed you and a certain Australian getting very friendly earlier; is there something going on there?”
He tricked you; your smile fell slightly. He’d totally played you with the acting nervous and fumbling around, trying to make you feel comfortable so he could get a real answer out of you and an exclusive break. “Oh you mean 5 Seconds of Summer?” You tried to laugh away the nerves bubbling in you at the thought of being played.
Mitchell nodded and pointed down the line a few reporters where 5sos were talking animatedly to their third reporter. “Yes, you seemed to be close with all of them, but there was a particular moment that I’m sure plenty of people caught on camera, you know what I’m talking about, between you and their lead singer?”
“Well I think all my fans know how klutzy I get when they put me in girl clothes, Luke took some pity on me and caught my fall.” You laughed at your own embarrassing red carpet moment, hoping that would be as bad as it got.
“She just wanted to fall on Luke.”
You looked up and laughed when you saw the band walking past behind you, making teasing comments about you. “At least I’m pretty,” You poked your tongue out at Michael who made the joke.
Michael stopped walking past you, holding up the rest of the guys and joining your interview, “You saying I’m not pretty?”
You shrugged and gave him a once over with a very mock-judgmental expression, “Well you have nice hair at least.” The rest of the boys barked out laughing, and you were passed around in a hug and pat on the back while Michael gave you a very puppy dog expression.
It only took a second before the two of you started laughing at each other and hugged. “Thank you for the question though!” You smiled and waved to the interviewer, walking away to head down the carpet.
“Wait but we didn’t….” You didn’t listen to the reporter and walked away, heading for the venue with the 5sos boys tagging along behind you.
“How’d your interviews go?” Your mouth turned into a slight frown, not too happy that he’d asked you about Luke to kick off. You glanced up at the boys on either side of you, Ashton and Luke.
Ashton was to your left, between you and the people lining the red carpet as you entered the venue, “Better than yours apparently. What did he ask you?” Apparently, it was a good thing he was hiding your face from the crowd because you obviously didn’t do a good job of hiding your discomfort.
You shrugged and did your best to look nonchalant about it, “Asked about me tripping and Luke catching me. Like what was he supposed to do? Let me fall on my ass so everyone could see up my skirt?”
“I would’ve been happy if he’d let me see up her skirt,” Calum joked to Michael somewhere behind you.
You blushed and looked down at your feet, not noticing the glare Luke shot over his shoulders at his best friend. “No one’s looking up her skirt,” Luke said very pointedly at Calum.
You looked up at Luke with a nervous smile. Luke smiled down at you and took your hand, helping you up the steps into the building on your wobbly heels. “Thanks,” You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before turning to leave them.
The boys went off to make sure all of their instruments were set up, and you navigated through the chaos backstage to find a lounge room, preferably one without a backstage camera so you could think. It took you five minutes before you found someone to direct you to an acceptable room, but before you could enter you heard voices, very familiar ones, coming from inside the room.
“You’re an idiot Luke!” That was Michael’s voice. A smile crept on your face, and you raised the hand to the doorknob, prepared to join them before his next sentence stopped you, “She obviously likes you back! Why can’t you just bring yourself to ask her out?!”
Your heart sank, and your hand fell from the doorknob. Luke had a crush, and she had a crush on him. You’d liked him since the first day you met him; you just hadn’t had the courage to talk to him about it yet. It hadn’t occurred to you that some other gorgeous celeb would swoop in and steal his heart tonight. Though, you weren’t sure why you were surprised. Luke was pretty much perfect; anyone would be a fool not to fall for him.
You turned and left the doorway, and only seconds after you had turned the corner the door swung open to reveal Luke, arguing away with Michael. “She doesn’t like me back! (Y/n) is so far out of my league!”
SasuSaku Month 2015 (Late) . Day 19- Blood . Title: Blood Stains . Summary: Sakura gets back from a mission with a deep wound and it’s up to Sasuke find out where. . . “Sakura! Where are you!?”
When Sasuke got home on that autumn night, his heart was beating fast. He left the door open and ran inside not even bothering to announce his arrival. He knew what had happened to her. He knew what had happened to his wife and that was why his eyes were scanning the whole house in search of her. The raven haired man was desperate and his wife was nowhere to be found. The only thing that his dark eyes found, was a trail of blood. Fallen droplets of blood that were irregularly staining the wooden floor of his house. That blood indicated that the rumors about the pinkette were true. And that trail would take him to his beloved wife.
At each step closer to the end of that trail, his heart would beat even faster. Ever since he had heard from the Godaime that Sakura had returned injured from her latest mission, the boy couldn’t simply hold back his impulses. For he knew that the Fifth would never talk to him about any stupid wound suffered by her apprentice, Sasuke couldn’t help but getting extremely concerned when even someone as experienced as Tsunade came to inform him about how badly Sakura needed to be treated. She even suggested him to take his wife to the hospital as fast as he could just so she could heal the pinkette herself. Both of them knew how stubborn that girl could be when it came to her own health, and because of that, none of them wanted to risk anything. They just wanted the best for Sakura. And that was exactly what Sasuke was going to do.
“So I – I who have played vampires till I know them by heart – I say to the girls: ‘Put some clothes on! Cover up your legs and your arms; and let your ears breathe and your eyebrows grow. Veil your loveliness in filmy, misty good that glimpse, but do not disclose. Let a hint of a leg entrance, now a boldly exposed one simply passes unnoted. Let the soft fullness of a neck enthrall and entice where now it only sunburns. Be feminine; not unsexed.’” – Valeska Suratt
I love you too much to leave you (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)
Requested by anonymous:Is it possible for you to write something where the reader gets really badly hurt on a mission and Pietro gets told that she probably won’t make it and so he leaves and goes into hiding and when she wakes up she’s confused cause he’s not here
A/n:Oh god it’s too short forgive me..
“Agent Y/L/N mission report” You heard a voice through your comm. You had a mission with Steve, Bruce, Clint and your boyfriend Pietro. At the moment you were fighting with some enemies and couldn’t respond. “Agent Y/L/N!” You heard again.
“Everythings alright Captain! No need to yell.” Pietro ran through you and took you to the next base you had to take information and destroy afterwards. “Hello spedie” He kissed your cheek quickly before fighting with the guys that were coming through you. You were doing pretty good until not. Some of the best agents came to you that apparently were too strong for you. They pulled out two knives and stabbed you. The next thing you saw was a blur coming to your way and the agents fell to the ground. Pietro carried you bridal style as fast as he could non-stop ro the quinjet.
“What happened to her?” Clint asked and Bruce carried the medic.
“She got stabbed as you see.” Steve replied and helped Pietro calm down as Bruce pulled out the knives. You now felt your eyes starting closing.
“No Y/n! Stay!” Pietro said. You wanted to but you couldn’t. You felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier until they closed.
Clint and Steve took Pietro out of the room so Bruce could do his job. A bit later the you approached the tower. Wanda realized that something was wrong. Although she was two floors bellow her brother’s thoughts were too strong. No don’t take her away from me!, he was thinking. She ran upstairs and saw the rest of the avengers carrying your body to the tower’s medic apartment. Wanda stood to confort Pietro.
“Some son of bitches stabbed her. I wasn’t too fast to help her..” He cried.
“Piet it’s not your fault and-” Before she could finish Natasha came out the door. Her eyes were full of tears.
“Guys I have to tell you something..” Wanda let a tear fall. She read Nat’s mind. It was possible for you not to wake up again. “Pietro please sit down..” her voice was shaking so Wanda decided to continue what Natasha started.
“Y/n might not… Wake up..” She said and Pietro immediately stood up crying. He ran away. Noone saw where he went. “Pietro come back!” Wanda shouted but he didn’t listen to her.
It’s been a month since Pietro left. He couldn’t bear it. Seeing you like this in a bed. Dying. After he left he took everything with him and noone had an idea where he was. They tried to spot him but they couldn’t. Bruce said that you were going to wake up soon. But why to wake up if your love want be there?
Your eyes shot wide when you heard a strange voice. Wanda was next to you ready to cry when she smiled as you were finally awake.
“Y/n! Thank God!” She holded your hand.“How do you feel?”
“I’m alright… Where is Pietro?” You asked. Her smile instantly became a worried and confused look.
“He left. We weren’t sure if you were going to make it so he got scared and now we can’t track him anywhere.” You placed your face in your hands as you started to sob. Wanda put an arm on your shoulder and tried to calm you down. When you calmed down a little you putted on some comfortable clothes that the girls brought to you and head downstairs to see your friends. They all gave you a big hug but then you tried to bring up about Pietro and how we can find him.
“Y/n we’ve been trying to track him for one month. This will be very difficult.” Tony said.
“It’s all my fault that he left..” You walked out of the room where all your avenger friends stood and took your purse to go for a walk to clean your mind. Nothing changed in the city since you left. Expect from your favorite, small café were you and Pietro had your first kiss. Since then you’d always visit it with him. It closed a few weeks ago when some vandals put it on fire. You walked in your favorite place that was now only burnings. A guy stood in the middle of the room.
“P-pietro?” You asked as the man turned around to face you. It was Pietro. He was there with you.
“Printsessa! I-i thought you wouldn’t -”
“I did baby. For you. I’m never leaving you.I love you too much to leave you ” He came closer to you. He cupped your face with his hands and leaned in to kiss you. Softly.