Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, I’M 20 AND WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT YOU UNDERAGE KIDS DECIDE TO READ. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.
The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.
Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.
“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair.
“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.
Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.
“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.
Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.
This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.
“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-
“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.
Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.
You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.
“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.
You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him.
Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.
After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before.
You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.
You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just hereand you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?
Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.
Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.
Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.
Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.
Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.
Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.
You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.
His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.
Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.
Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.
You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.
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A/N: So, today has been a crazy day but I started writing this last night and wanted to post it tonight ! So I wrote it in virtually 24 hours, so I hope it didn’t suck to bad. I planned on posting it earlier but I had a bit of writers block. This a Theo smut that you can thank @hardladyheart for. She’s filled my mind with dirty Theo thoughts. (Fun fact’ this gif is actually mine and my blog name used to be twfanfic-af)
Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.
Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3
It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn’t even begin wrap his head around the way ‘natural instincts’ and 'pheromones’ worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn’t exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater.
The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable.
He got little sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other’s arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.
Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?
Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn’t quite know how to cope with that - didn’t understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.
But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?
Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!
A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again
To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.
Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.
His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.
Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.
“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”
“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”
“Yeah, good idea.”
Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.
He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.
He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.
Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.
Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.
Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.
But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.
Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.
Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.
But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.
Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.
Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.
Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.
Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.
Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.
“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”
There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.
Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.
“Where are we headed?”
“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”
It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”
Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.
The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.
“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”
The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.
“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”
Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.
After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.
Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.
Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.
Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.
“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”
“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”
Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.
Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.
Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.
His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.
You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.
“Do I look bad or something?”
“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“
A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.
Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.
The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.
—The Next Morning—
You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.
You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.
His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.
You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.
A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.
"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.
His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.
“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”
Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.
He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.
“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”
You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.
“I can do you one better.”
Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.
The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.
Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.
oh my god i can’t take it anymore i’m in love with ben’s eyes
and not JUST his iris, there’s already loads of appreciation post on his wonderful otherworldly cosmic-coloured irises, this time i wanna talk about the rest of his eye features
i love his eyelid!!! I do i love it so much especially when his eyes are half-open at rest and relaxed because then they make such a distinct and clean line above his eyes
LOOK AT THOSE EYELIDS IT’S SO CUTE
and then there’s the cute lil slanted pea-shape i mean look!!! it’s so anime-y, as someone who draws lots of ben/sherlock fanart, let me just tell you that drawing the shape of his eye is one of the most satisfying things in the world
and then there’s his eyelashes! it’s not particularly thick or particularly long, but it’s just the perfect amount of length and sparseness and curl to perfectly decorate his eye and make his iris seem to sparkle more
and also just how expressive all those features combined can be, his eyes are SO expressive!! just look at how soft and radiant it is when he smiles
look at how sad and sombre it is when he cries
how vulnerable it looks when he’s weak
how scary it can look when he’s angry
AND THEN THIS!!!! I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO CAPTION IT BECAUSE LOOK AT ALL THE EMOTIONS HIS EYES ALONE COULD CONVEY!
please talk to me about ben’s eyes, every time i see his eyes i amd more and more in love with him and i’m not even the type to romanticize things, i’m the opposite of that but his eyes!! like i’m genuinely in awe with his eyes because of its pure mathematical beauty, the curvature of its shape, the flick of its eyelash, the distinctiveness of the eyelid, the depth of its expressiveness!
DO YOU UNDERSTAND??????? WHY I’M SO IN LOVE????? WITH HIS EYES???????????
The clock taunted you, reminding you that this god foresaken party had hours left to go.
Amongst all of the sharp-dressed men and elegant women, you were the only young person in the vincity, no one being under the age of thirty five. It was awkward and boring because you literally had no one to talk to, on a casual-level that was.
Jimin would usually come to the parties just to save you from dying of bordem, but he had other plans tonight. Like almost every teenager on a Friday night, save for your stupid self.
Slowly, you made your way to the staircase and looked around, checking to see if anyone was paying any attention to you so they wouldn’t call out or question your departure. After failing to notice anyone paying attention, you sneakily made your way up the stairs - to your freedom.
On the way up, you couldn’t help but to feel like you were being watched, eyes trained on your back, but you figured it was just paranoia and continued upwards with quick steps.
Tonight your father was hosting one of the parties for his work, which at one point in time used to be glamarous in your eyes. Back when your mother was still alive, you looked forward to the parties because you and her always went shopping for new dresses and got your hair done, pampered yourselves for the special occasion.
Now, they were simply boring and quite honestly inconvenient.
She only had a couple preferences: that it takes place within the first eleven seasons and that it has JJ, Garcia, and Spencer in it.
Coming up with an idea for this was easier than I expected. This is inspired by the end of season 8 episode 5, where JJ announces Henry is going trick-or-treating as his favorite profiler, Spencer. In this fic, Spencer and Y/N’s daughter decides to go as her favorite tech genius!
Hope you like this darling, I really enjoyed writing it! Sorry, it’s a little short, I’ve hit a stump and really needed something to get me out of it. This helped, but I hope it’s good nonetheless!
“No trick-or-treating for you this year?” Rossi asked Morgan as they made their way through the bullpen.
The chiseled man chuckled and shook his head. “Tempting but I think not.”
“How about dinner? I’ll buy,” Rossi offered, smirking at his coworker.
“I’ll take a free meal any day.”
“What about Jenn, Y/N? She still not going to trick-or-treat?” Rossi asked Y/N. She was stacking file folders on her desk, trying to organize quickly so she could get out of there.
“Funny you mention that,” she replied with a smirk. “She’s changed her mind.”
“Everyone,” Spencer said from the doorway. “As you all know, little Jenn said she didn’t want to go trick-or-treating this year because she was a bit nervous about it.”
“Takes after her father,” Penelope said with a smirk. “What changed her mind?”
“Well,” Y/N said, “I told her that if she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to, but that meant she wouldn’t get to show everyone what she dressed up as.”
“You blackmailed a toddler?” Derek asked amused.
“She wanted so badly to dress up as her hero and favorite genius that she decided to come here and around the rest of the Bureau to get her candy.”
“She’s dressing up as Spencer?” Penelope gushed, placing a hand over her heart.
Request: Can u write about Peter and reader being friends and she moves away around middle school and come back junior year and she glowed up alOT and Peter is too scared to talk to her thinking she changed but she’s still in love w him.
Warnings: angst? fluff
A/N: It feels good to be back writings!! This is my first peter imagine. Hope you guys enjoy it xx
For as long as anyone could remember, Y/N, Peter and Ned have been the three musketeers. The best of friends who always caused mischief everywhere they go. Their friendship dates all the way back to first grade when six year old Y/N dissed Ned’s and Peter’s favorite movie, Star Wars, claiming that it was stupid and that Star Trek was way cooler than Star Wars. This caused an argument between the three. Ned and Peter telling Y/N why Star Wars is superior to Star Trek. Which led them to Peter’s apartment where they watched both Star Wars and Star Trek. The rest was history.
met him at a low point, and looking back on that it was probably for both your
own good. You met him after 21 years of being single, being the single best
friend, being the awkward third wheel, and being the obligatory best friend
that was always there for advice and encouragement and comfort, but never
were tired of being single. You were tired of the hole in your heart and the
tingling heavy feeling of longing for someone to hold. All you wanted was for
someone to be worried about you, to talk about you to others in a loving way,
to get nervous around you because of their feelings.
watched a lot of TV and cinema. It was your true passion to direct and be
involved in the film industry. Cinematography was your guilty pleasure of a
lifestyle you longed for, and film school wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to
be in the big leagues, but instead you were just the coffee girl assisting your
professors for extra credit and learning their coffee orders by heart.
You suddenly fell off of your elbow that you were happily sleeping against; only to have it replaced with the hard metal table in front of you.
“go home” your co-worker jimin laughed as he checked his wristwatch. Jimin was always the last one to leave; he was responsible and hard-working and extremely handsome.
It had been 13 hours since the two of you had walked through the office doors, yet you sat with messed up hair, oily and ruined makeup and crinkled clothes, whereas his crispy black button up was still neatly tucked into his pants and his jet-black hair still perfectly placed.
You sighed before saving your work and packing up.
The office was silent and dark; the occasional snores from your fellow workers who were doing a night-shift filled the office. One of them caught your eye.
“doesn’t he have a hybrid at home?” you asked softly as you observed his lanky figure was sprawled between his chair and his desk.
“who, Namjoon? Yer he has two actually” Jimin answered as he turned to face Namjoon as well.
“would you ever get a hybrid?” you asked him as you turned to face him. He put his fist underneath his chin as he thought about it.
“I don’t know…maybe. But hybrids are a tricky thing to get involved in” he sighed as he shook his head.
You nodded your head in agreement. Hybrids weren’t in a good situation right now. A lot of them were being sold for slavery or prostitution. And then there were the rich owners, who treated their hybrids like trophies…it was disgusting.
There were multiple laws against hybrids basically having normal human rights, but of course, they aren’t counted as human. You scoffed at the thought and decided that you should start heading home.
As you waved goodbye to Jimin you quickly checked the time. 10pm, okay, hopefully, something other than Macdonalds was open. You made a quick plan to go check the streets and then return to your car and drive home.
It wasn’t like you couldn’t get a hybrid if you wanted to. You had a great job working for a great boss and were surrounded by great co-workers; it’s just you were kind of uncomfortable with the idea.
Did you treat them like a pet? What do need? Are there special requirement? Do they get sick like humans get sick?
It was all extremely confusing to you, especially the rules, jesus Christ those fucking rules.
As you walked along the sidewalk, you were surprised to see a lot of places open. Around here, places usually close early…unless something special is happening…of course, how could you forget.
It was November 1st which meant new hybrids were being imported. You tried to strain your ears to hear the usual protestors and were shocked at how loud they were.
A smile came onto your face as you stopped in your tracks and took a deep breath in. some people are lovely owners and have adopted as many hybrids as they can, this thought was the one that let you have faith in humanity.
You approached the Chinese shop excitedly, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on some damn food.
“You filthy pest! Do as I say!”
Aw shit…walk away y/n, don’t get involved.
The sounds got louder as you moved closer to the store that was right next to an alleyway.
Don’t look y/n. keep walking.
“You belong to me! Do as I say!”
You stopped suddenly. Right at the entrance of the alleyway. Fuck it.
“what the fuck are you doing!?” you yelled as you turned towards them. You gasped in shock as you saw the hybrid on the floor, clutching his stomach as the human hit him with a cane, a collar and leesh in his other hand.
You had heard about these situations, people called them hybrid stealers.
Hybrids were either bought for prostitution or stolen for prostitution…
“stay out of this little girl” the woman hissed at you as she stabbed her heel into his stomach causing him to yell out in pain.
“HEY!” you yelled stepping forward quickly; worry had filled your entire body when you noticed how much blood was currently not in his body.
you needed to get him help, and quickly.
You pulled out your phone, pretending to call hybrid protective services “hello! Yes im reporting an abusive owner, hers name Alissa Thompson” you said spotting her name tag
“shit!” she exclaimed angrily before running away. you continued to fake talk into the phone until she was fully out of earshot.
After being sure she was gone you quickly ran to the hybrid, panic quickly entering your system as you watched his head drop to the floor.
“hey! oh my god! Hey, please stay alive!” you rambled as you bent down to his level, as you reached out to touch him, his arm quickly came up, scratching you across your hand.
You hissed in pain as you retracted your hand quickly; as blood started peeking out from your skin you wiped it against your top and took a deep breath.
“look. You need help, if I don’t help you, you’ll bleed out on the street and die” you stated firmly at the stubborn hybrid. He hissed but this time when you reached for him, he let you help.
His body was cold and heavy, but you tried your best to drag him towards your car. If you held him to tight, or carelessly handled him he would hiss lowly at you or attempt to free himself from your grip.
Small beads of sweat were starting to form on your forehead as you continued to drag him towards your car.
“okay, we're almost there” you panted to yourself more than him.
Your footsteps grew heavy and the sound of them repeatedly hitting the ground beneath you gave you a heart attack.
Carefully, you heaved the injured boy into your front seat, silently praying as he continuously groaned in pain.
“don’t…t-take me to a h-hospital” he blurted out as you fumbled around with your seat belt. Ignoring his request, you started the car with the hospital in mind as your final destination.
You couldn’t help him, you didn’t have the medical skills or appliances.
He hissed and groaned as blood poured out of his body with each breath. “I’m sure this doesn’t help but hang on” you said hesitantly trying to comfort him.
As you pulled into the hospitals driveway you heard him grunt in annoyance as he reached for the door, trying to escape.
You quickly jumped out of the car and locked him inside, the only way to unlock it was on your side of the car. In this condition, you doubted he would be able to reach it. Deeming it was safe to leave him for a couple of minutes you rushed into the hospital, blood covering your body.
You slammed your hands on the front desk loudly attracting the attention of everyone in the room.
“I NEED HELP!”
You head wiped around quickly as your heart continued to beat at a fast-paced.
Your head hadn’t stopped spinning since you entered the building and your heart hadn’t stopped pounding since you retrieved the hybrid. Sweat covered your hands and forehead…correction, sweat covered your entire body and you were positive you looked like a drug addict the other people in the waiting room.
You quickly scanned her eyes for a ‘sorry he didn’t make it’ but instead was met with a clipboard and a pen.
“is he your hybrid?” the nurse asked softly, smiling brightly.
You tensed up before nodding your head slowly. Shit, what if he has an owner? What if doesn’t?
“and how long have you had him?” she asked as she scribbled away.
“not that long, almost seems like 30 minutes” you joked as a nervous chuckle escaped your lips. She didn’t seem to notice anything odd, to which you sighed in relief.
“oh! Well if he’s new I’m guessing you don’t have insurance for him yet, would you like to set that up now? We can do that here if you like, just so you don’t have to go all the way down to the hybrid center” she chirped, her mood changing suddenly.
What the fuck is hybrid center? Where the fuck is a hybrid center? Insurance? Am I buying a car? What the fuck.
“what would I have to fill out?” you asked concerned. You didn’t know his name, his date of birth, or even what kind of hybrid he was. You could tell he was a cat hybrid but you’ve heard that they’re experimenting with different types these days.
“not much. Just your name and address, we’ll make up his system number and just make up a nickname. It’s just in case he gets in trouble or lost, maybe he’s hurt but you’re not present; ya know that stuff.” She answered.
“okay, yer” you nodded as she walked back and the documents.
Your eyes moved across the hospitals waiting room, scouting for anything that would trigger your creativity side.
A small boy with bright green eyes sat on a stool happily, he swung his legs back and forth as he held the chocolate chip cookie in his hands as if it was the last one on the planet.
That’s it! Kookie…with a K cause your cool like that.
As you fill in the insurance document you doubted it every second. You had no idea what you were stepping into or what kind of situation the hybrid was in. you could tell by the hisses that he clearly wanted nothing to do with him so all you could do was hope this was right.
Three’s hours later and your eyes were drooping. The cold air kept picking at your exposed skin and your work blouse was useless for warmth.
“hes ready” the nurse said as she jogged up to you happily.
If you weren’t as shocked to see that her hair was still perfectly curled and her smile was still as bright as before you would have fully reciprocated what she had said.
Finally realising that she was telling you he was alive and ready for you to see him you stumbled out of your seat.
As she led you towards his room door you started getting nervous. You had so many questions and so little knowledge and answers on this whole situation.
The nurse gave you a small nod and an encouraging smile before she let you to face your hybrid companion alone.
You slowly opened the door, only enough for you to peek your head into the dull room.
As your vision set on the boy your eyes slowly traced over the marks on his back. They were old but not old enough to fade. You furrowed your brows in worry and confusion before fully entering and closing the door behind you.
“don’t you know how to knock” he hissed as he turned to face you pulling his hospital gown further up his body.
“sorry” you shrugged nonchalantly as you looked around the hospital room.
“how are you feeling? The nurse said you should be able to leave tonight” you said after a moment of awkward silence.
His eyes narrowed at you as you fiddled with your fingers nervously.
“why do you even care?” he asked as his ears flattened on top of his head.
“w-well I was just wondering where you would be going? It’s getting really cold” you questioned as you took a seat next to his bed.
The chair was uncomfortable but your legs were falling asleep and your body was running out of energy.
“you don’t need to know” he replied bluntly, his cold eyes never leaving yours.
“okay…can I at least know your name? mines Y/N” you asked trying to find out more about the boy whose blood currently resonates in your car.
“you don’t need to know” he repeated.
Annoyance started filling your body at the hybrids attitude. You had successfully brought him to the hospital and they had saved his life, he would now be able to see another sunrise.
“well are you going to be alright? Do have money? A safe place to go? Is lady going to come back for you?” you asked, your voice was edgy and harsh.
You didn’t mean to be, but it was late and he was starting to annoy you.
He hissed in reply causing you to sigh/groan loudly as you flailed your arms in the air.
“fine. That’s fine” you said as you hoped up on your feet and wiped out a notepad.
You angrily wrote on the piece of paper before placing it down on the side table next to you.
“this is my address and this is my phone number. I’m on floor 5 but you have to go up some steps to the second level to find my apartment. If you need a place to sleep or you need some food feel free to come visit, there’s a key under the mat” you stated seriously before giving him one last nod and removing yourself from his room.
You felt a pang of guilt and a string of worry as you walked towards your car.
maybe you should have stayed with him…or at least watched him leave…or…
you let out a sigh as you rested your head against your steering wheel. All you needed right now was a hot shower and to forget about your encounter with the troubled hybrid.
Sun shone through the peep of your curtains as you heard soft chirps of a bird outside your window.
You were drained. Your body felt numb and your mind was blank, too tired to process any thought due to yesterdays excessive overload.
You knew little to nothing about them…
Memories of the boy’s hostile looks and cold glares sent shivers down your spine. The scars on his back still present in your mind as you tried to wrap your head around what caused him to be like this.
Thank Jesus you started work at 1pm today, you didn’t think it was possible not to have the energy to even lift a finger.
Kookie…wonder where he is now
The laptop had multiple tabs open and your hand was stuck in your second box of cereal for the day.
You knew it was a bad idea but you just wanted to know a little bit more about the hybrid world…however, you didn’t expect to fall into a complete rabbit hole and be sucked into documentary’s, protest videos and law enforcement.
A small hot tear ran down your face as you watched nurses tend to small hybrid children who had been abused.
There was a particular feeling that started welling up in your chest. The one where you wanted to help, but you didn’t know how.
Your eyes instinctively welled up as the images of crying hybrids filled your screen. You shut the laptop harshly before taking a deep breath.
Why were you doing this to yourself?
You didn’t own a hybrid? You were sure you didn’t want one…well…
Shaking off thoughts of anything hybrid-related you decided to get some more shut-eye before your shift at work. It was only a small shift 1pm to 4pm but you knew those three hours would be an insane mess.
As you strolled through the office’s front area you smiled at the same front desk girls who were always in some sort of hushed gossip session.
“y/n!” one of them called to you before waving you over subtly. You furrowed your brows looking left and right, just in case there was another Y/n that they were calling too.
Cautiously you stalked over towards them wondering what they would want with you.
“did you hear?” one of them started when you rested your arms on the counter, leaning in to join the gossip circle.
“y/n!” one of them called to you before waving you over subtly. You furrowed your brows looking left and right, just in case there was another Y/n that they were calling too.
Cautiously you stalked over towards them wondering what they would want with you.
“did you hear?” one of them started when you rested your arms on the counter, leaning in to join the gossip circle.
“hear what?” you asked intrigued about what they were going to tell you.
“the protestors managed to stop the importing of hybrids since most of them are sold to prostitution they managed to shut it down. The police have already arrested several hybrid trafficking rings and the hybrids have been sent to hybrid foster care and adoption centers! Isn’t that great!” the other one finished.
A small smile covered your face as you nodded excitedly, your mind flicking to the injured hybrid you had met not that long ago.
“also, Namjoon was one of them! He even chased down a ringleader! Isn’t he just amazing!” the last one swooned as she brought her hand to her forehead dramatically.
You giggled softly giving another nod in agreement before saying our goodbyes and making your way up to the 5th floor.
You knew namjoon was an advocate for hybrids but you didn’t know he was that intense.
a new layer of respect had been developed for your hybrid loving co-worker and you made sure to remember to ask him more on the subject.
As you strolled into your office you made sure to smile at fellow co-workers on their way out from the morning shift.
“Y/n! looks like we’re on the same shift again” jimin smiled as you took your seat.
“when are we not?” you asked with a smile before turning to your computer, trying to begin your work. However, as your eyes dragged over to namjoon, you found it harder and harder to get started.
Questions flooded your mind and you knew he would have some answers.
After bashing your keyboard for a good hour, you decided the suspense was getting to you.
Standing up abruptly you tried to think of ways to approach him.
It’s not like the two of you hadn’t spoken before, you knew him fairly well actually. The two of you had been in the same university class. However, your relationship had been based on school and work, never really going beyond that.
“Y/n? what are you doing?” jimin asked in confusion as he stared up at you.
Your mouth opened as you gaped at him like a fish out of water. You had been standing there for a solid minute just staring at namjoon’s back, you realise how creepy that would seem.
“i-i-im…I’ll be back” you said before scurrying off in namjoon’s direction, dragging your chair behind you.
You quickly pulled the chair in front of you as you drew close to him, gathering his attention.
As his eyes met yours a big goofy smile graced his face.
“Hey y/n, what’s up? Haven’t spoken to you in a while” he said as you shuffled closer, joining him at his desk.
Your eyes drifted down to his hand. It had been wrapped up tightly but the splash of red colour spilling through the crisp white was still prominent.
“Congratulations, you’re now a hero amongst the front desk ladies” you joked, sending him a playful wink.
He laughed uncomfortably before scratching the back of his head.
“they whistled at me this morning… is that what getting catcalled is like?” he asked making you laugh at the poor boy’s awkwardness.
“it’s good that there are people like you willing to fight as hard as you did for hybrids, lord knows they need it” you said. He nodded his head in agreement before searching your eyes cautiously.
“did you just buy a hybrid?” he asked intrigued as he tilted his head sideways.
“oh no! well…sort of? Not really i-its complicated? To be honest I have no idea. But I do need your expert advice” you blurted out as your eyes wondered around nervously.
He smiled warmly before leaning backward. “ask away” he stated.
“okay, it’s kind of a long story….not really actually it’s a really short story and I kinda feel bad cause I feel like I should have done more but I don’t know and he just really confused me but he clearly didn’t wa-“ you started to ramble only to have a chuckling namjoon stop you.
“okay, how about we just start from the beginning, just tell me what happened” he asked nicely.
“I found an injured hybrid and took him to the hospital. He was extremely cold and hostile and I got insurance for him but I don’t know if I should have done that. What if he has an owner? Does that mean he’s my hybrid now? He was on the street so I assumed he had nowhere to stay but whenever I asked him a question he would just brush me off; I guess I let my temper get the better of me and ended up leaving my address and number with him…but I don’t know maybe I should have pushed more?” you asked worriedly.
“where did you find him?” he asked in deep thought.
“in an alleyway, he was getting beaten by this bitch” you said, anger coursing through your veins at the memory.
“this could be because of a lot of things, however, if you were able to get insurance for him it means the system didn’t pick him up so he probably doesn’t have an owner. But this is good, now he can’t get snatched by stray catchers” he explained.
Your silence and lip bite told namjoon all he needed to know before he continued.
“stray catches roam the streets looking for hybrids without owners, usually a hybrid will not part from its owner unless the owner has maybe sent them to get something or they are too busy to accompany their hybrid” he answered your unspoken question.
“so…I didn’t do a completely bad thing?” you squeaked with hope watching as namjoon chuckled, fondness and understanding oozing from his voice.
“you did good kid” he assured happily.
The day was going past quickly, you had successfully created a new game and finished your presentation ready for the next week.
You could have left an hour ago as that’s when you shift ended but you decided against it, figuring if you completed everything now, you can have a day off.
You silently whooped as you closed down your computer but you happy dance didn’t go unnoticed.
“day off tomorrow I’m guessing?” jimin asked tiredly as he ran a hand through his hair.
“yep! I’m going to do absolutely nothing ughhh I can’t wait to jus-“
You looked down at your phone in confusion. An unknown number….weird
“hello?” you asked hesitantly as you pressed the phone against your ear.
“hell is this y/n y/l/n?”
“yes, this is she; sorry who’s this?” you asked.
“hi my names jaebum, I work at the police station. We have your hybrid here, err kookie? We were just wondering if you were able to come down and get him” he stated.
Your mouth dropped in shock before you cleared your throat.
“y-yer I’ll be there in a second” you answered.
You were for some reason nervous. You didn’t know if it was because you had never stepped foot in a police station before or if it was because you were here to collect a hybrid that continuously hissed at you.
“miss y/n? its me jaebum, I talked to you on the phone” the man questioned as you looked around the station like a lost puppy.
“yer! Err..sorry but what exactly happened? How did he end up here?” you asked.
“he was found by stray catchers since he wasn’t wearing a collar. But a least it wasn’t an actually felony this time am I right?” he laughed light heartily as you stared at him in confusion.
“this time?” you asked.
“vandalism, hissing at strangers, running away from owners. You name it, the boys done it all” he said as he guided you to where kookie was being held.
Your heart stung a little bit as you wondered what the hell this hybrid has gone through and why he acted the way he did.
“Alright, time for you to home kitten” jaebum smiled at kookie who sat on the cell floor with his back away from the bars.
The hybrid got up slowly before turning around with that cold glare you missed ever so much.
His eyes widened as he saw you before returning to their usual position.
“alright! Is that it? Do I have to sign anything?” you asked as jaebum opened the door, letting kookie walk out.
Jaebums eyes were glued on the hybrid but faltered and landed on someone behind him.
“the mutt finally got adopted?”
You turned around and watched as an older man walked up slowly, looking you up and down before standing next jaebum.
“Excuse you?” you asked shocked at the way he had addressed your hybrid…friend?
“watch out, this piece of shit is a lot of work” he laughed loudly.
Kookie let out a low hiss as the older man continued to laugh loudly. Jaebum was clearly uncomfortable but the man looked like a higher up, someone jaebum clearly couldn’t talk loudly too.
“did you find him on the street? Aw honey, you probably should have left him there” he said holding his round belly as he let out another roar of laughter.
“how fucking dare you” you said narrowing your eyes at him.
He seemed shocked by your comment as his laughter came to a sudden halt.
“what did you say?” he asked confused.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise old age was already affecting your hearing!” you exclaimed “I said HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! You’re the piece of shit here, not him. Who the fuck are you to acknowledge him like that! If I didn’t know any better I would have assumed you were a pig hybrid you stuck up bitch! and what kind of human being leaves another human being on the street to die! God! People like you are what’s wrong with the world! IYou yelled at him. Leaving everyone in the station in shock.
“we’re leaving!” you said before giving kookie a friendly slap on the chest as you walked by, one that said ‘you better follow me’ but nicely.
As you stormed out of the police station and to your car you mumbled angrily to yourself about how mankind has gone to shits and you hate everyone and everything.
“so where are we going now?”
As you fumbled with your keys you looked up to see kookie standing on the passenger’s side with his arms crossed and his ears perked up.
You looked at him shocked to see that he followed you.
clearly seeing your shock, he growled before narrowing his eyes again.
“if you didn’t want me to follow you, you should- “he started but you quickly cut him off.
“were going home, duh” you said as you opened your car and got in, not giving him any time to snap back or glare at you once more.
He opened the car door cautiously before slowly getting in, looking around in awe.
“you don’t remember what it looks like?” you asked him curiously as you watched him carefully. He folded his arms back over his chest with a huff.
“whatever, I don’t need to either…I only need a place to stay tonight so don’t think your special” he hissed at you.
You laughed before nodding your head.
“rats, just as I thought we were getting somewhere…can I at least know your name? I did just save you from another day with that asshole” you asked as you started the car.
“Jungkook…my names Jungkook” he said as he loosened up from his tense posture.
It was unfortunate. Of course you were in love with your best friend, and if that wasn’t bad enough, of course he had a girlfriend. You had met Lafayette through mutual friends, naive and young you thought you wouldn’t fall for the tall frenchman. You did eventually. At first it was denial. You couldn’t love him, he was your best friend. You didn’t love him surely, but no. Every time you saw him, your world spun around your feet. You felt this way until he introduced Adrienne. She tagged along with everything you guys did and you had no choice but to be happy for them. For him. Because he was so in love with her it hurt you to see them together.
It was Friday night in October to of course that meant another game, an away one this time.
The night before, Neil and Andrew had been making out, Andrew asking a quiet “Yes or no?” before kissing and biting at Neil’s neck upon his consent.
That morning, the Foxes had all noticed it in morning gym but they didn’t have death wishes so none of them mentioned it. The Freshmen tried to but shut up when they got glared at by Allison and Dan.
On the bus, Nicky had made a not-so-vague comment about hickeys and how hard they can be to cover up and how he wishes Erik was there to give him some - he shut up when Erik skype-called though. But of he didn’t shut up for long; instead, he stood and sat down on the edge of the seat next to neil and Andrew.
“Say hi to Erik you two!” he said. As he did, he grabbed Neil’s head and pulled it to the side, showing off the not-concealed mark.
Andrew almost lunged at him and gave him a death glare before returning to his position of being curled up innthe corner of the seat with his head against the window.
“I don’t have a death wish,” Erik said, “so I’m just gonna say ‘nice hair, Neil’.”
“Hey Erik,” he said.
“Move up,” Nicky decided. But Neil shook his head.
“Go sit on your own seat.”
“But I wanna sit with you guys,” Nicky whined. “And there’s room if you budge up closer to your boyfriend.”
“I can’t,” Neil said. When Nicky went to protest again, Neil gestured to Andrew, who hadn’t moved. “Andrew can I move closer?” he asked.
“No,” Andrew replied flatly.
Nicky pouted, but before he could say anything, one of the freshmen shouted out “Where are we?”
“I thought we were in Colombia?”
“Of course we’re not in Colombia idiot - that’s the wrong way.”
Frowning, Neil and Nicky looked at each other before looking out the window. After a few seconds, they both paled.
They weren’t in Colombia, but the scene outside was far too familiar for comfort.
Rows of houses with fences and drives passed by them as they drove. The road and houses were all too familiar.
“Coach?” Nicky called, voice shaking and visibly less energetic. A lot of the Foxes turned to look at him. “Why are we going this way?”
“It’s a shirtcut,"Abby replied as they went around a corner.
At Neil’s side, Andrew curled in on himself more. Neil felt sick. Even though he knew it wasn’t the same place, it looked far too similar for comfort.
"What is it?” Dan asked, looking at Nicky. Of course she didn’t look at Andrew - she probably didn’t notice how upset he was getting.
“It just looks like somewhere in Colombia,” Nicky replied quietly.
“It does?” Allison asked, looking out the window. “I thought Colombia was fun?”
“Nicky?” Dan asked, concerned.
Now all the Foxes were looking at him.
“It just looks like the street my parents live in,” the tall man replied quietly, eyes fixed on his younger cousin who was perfectly still and curled up in a tight ball.
“Shit,” Allison deadpanned.
“Oh Nicky,” Abby said, turning around to look at him. Except she knew to look at the three of them - and Aaron and Kevin who were in the seats in front. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think…” she trailed off. In the drivers seat, Wymack sighed.
“It’s only for another few turns, boys.”
Nicky nodded, solemnly returning to his seat, Erik speaking quiet German to him.
“Hey,” Jack said. “Have any of you guys heard Drake’s new song?”
Matt punched him.
Neil hardly noticed any of that though; all he notices was how stressed andrew was getting the longer they were on this street.
“Coach,” he called, “any chance you can drive any faster?”
Five minutes later, they were on an open and busy street, lined with shops instead.
“'Drew?” Neil asked quietly.
It took a while, but slowly Andrew turned to him.
“Talk,” he said.
And so Neil talked.
He talked until they got to the stadium.
In the locker room, he changed his shirt in a separate room, walking out and fixing the rest of his gear with the others.
None mentioned the very obvious mark on his neck.
“Minyard!” Coach called at lineup.
“Zero,” Wymack said. Andrew nodded stiffly.
The Foxes won, 7-0.
This time, it was Neil’s turn to go with Dan on press duty.
“Only because Kevin’s voice is sore,” Wymack had sighed. Nicky had volunteered to supervise, and so stood behind Neil and Dan in the press corner.
On his way over, Neil had removed his helmet and neck brace.
The reporters hounded them both, asking the typical questions; how they felt about the win, what they thought of the other team. And then:
“So is that mark on your neck from a nasty bump in practice, Neil?” one of the reporters asked.
Neil frowned, brow creasing in confusion.
“No,” he said. “It’s a hicky.”
Dan grinned. Behind him, he heard Nicky scream delightedly.
“No further questions,” Dan quickly said before she and both boys made their way into the foyer and changing rooms.
“How are the press?” Wymack asked wearily, taking in their expressions; Dan’s grin, Nicky’s ear-to-ear grin and bounce in his step, and Neil’s vaguely confused frown.
“Neil told them flat out the mark on his neck is a hicky not a bruise!” Nicky sang.
Nicky grinned the entire way home. Neil sat with Andrew, who said nothing but was thankfully more relaxed than he had been on the drive down.
When they got back, the pair went off to their room, ignoring Nicky’s kissy noises from the main room.
And if Neil had a few more marks the next day, no one mentioned it.
Requested: #30. “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” & #39. “It’s taking everything that I’ve got to not fuck you right here, right now.” From the prompt list. Thanks for requesting! x
Today was the day of the official Dunkirk Premiere. Harry had been buzzing all week, talking about how excited he was for Y/N to finally be able to watch him in action.
“Yeh almost ready, sweetheart?” He calls from downstairs, pacing around the room as the nerves start to build up.
“Give me a second, just touching up my make-up!” Harry sighed at your response, shaking his head slightly before taking a seat on your shared sofa.
Ten minutes had past and you still hadn’t come down, “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” He sucked in a breath once you came into view. You wore a long, silky red dress that had a slit on the left side, exposing from the top of your thigh to the bottom on your feet. Your hair was perfectly curled as you made you way down the stairs.
“You best close that mouth of yours, don’t want to be eating any flies now do we?” You chuckle, placing a kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag.
“Yeh look incredible.” He finally says once you both reach the elevator, his hand finding it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer to his side before dipping his head down, “It’s takin’ everything that I’ve got to not fuck yeh right here, right now.” His voice raspy as his warm breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Keep it together, H.” You smile up through your eyelashes. The elevator doors finally open, allowing the both of you to enter. It was silent at first, both of you didn’t know what to say, secret glances were shared as the both of you remained still.
“Fuck it.” He grunts, pushing you forcefully back onto the elevator walls, you let out a huff before his lips attacked yours, his tongue immediately roams your mouth, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His hands trailing down your body, taking in every curve before landing on your exposed thigh, his cold rings against your skin was enough to leave you dripping. The familiar sound of the bell, indicating that you were on the ground floor, chimed through your ears. You both split, you quickly fix up your hair before the two doors open once again.
“We’ll finish that tonight, yeah?” He winks, wrapping his arm around your waist.
She stood at the dresser, heels kicked off to the side and her dress half way unzipped. She was finishing taking her hair down, pin by pin. She noticed Harry standing in the door way. His bow tie untied, hanging from his collar, his shirt almost all the way unbutton but still tucked into his trousers and bare foot. He watched her closely. She’d gotten him all kinds of worked up through the night. Not that she meant to. She rarely meant to but he just loved the way she looked in her dress. Looking so prim and proper beside him.
His tongue darted from his mouth for just a moment, wetting his lips before he spoke. She glanced over at him and felt her skin heating from his gaze. She knew what was about to happen but he loved her surprised looks when he threw her to the bed or kissed her hard. She went back to her own image, trying to ready herself for bed. Harry came up behind her, kissing down her neck lightly. She tried to contain a sigh as his hands slithered over her hips to her abs. His fingers dug into her satin covered flesh for just a moment. Harry’s strong hand slid down her thigh, making his intentions clear.
“They have no idea.” Harry whispered in her ear. She lifted her eyebrow as she watched him entwine her in his embrace. His lips skimmed up her soft neck, “They have no idea what you do to me.” He clarified. “They way you stare out over the auditorium with that little red painted pout. Asking me to kiss you, to devour your lips with mine.” He murmured against her ear as he swiped his thumb over her bottom lip. “The way you cross your legs like your hiding a little secret.” He smirked gliding his hand up her dress between her thighs. “They think that you’re so polite and adorable. They all thought that you were the good girl the way you hung off my arm. With the way that you stood there taunting me with your hips and those legs. They thought you were the perfect woman.” She chewed on her lip as he spoke to her. He was creating a fire within her. He knew it with the way he smirked and said, “But there is one thing that they don’t know. That they’ll never know.” She looked into his piercing green eyes through the glass. “They’ll never know what I do to you when the doors are closed. They’ll never know how you scream and the dirty things you say when I’m inside you, making you regret looking so proper and perfect.” Harry smirked even more feeling her melting against him. “They never would’ve guessed what I am about to do you to.” Harry whispered, making sure his lips brushed her ear and his breath rolled over her skin.
Harry grabbed her by her waist and tossed her onto the bed. She laid on her back, staring up at him, eager for him to make another move. She loved these moods of his. She loved the way he was demanding and ferocious. She loved the way he asserted himself and made her turn into a burning mass of desire. Harry knocked his knuckles against her thigh, signaling for her to spread her legs. When she did so without hesitation, he smiled.
“My baby knows what she needs now.” Harry snickered, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled it off her with no resistance. He tossed the pricey garment to the floor like it was a rag. Harry bit his bottom lip to see she had on no bra and no panties. “Bad girl.” He chuckled leaning over to place a chaste kiss on her. She bit her own lips and reached for his shirt. She pulled his shirt from his trousers and finished unbuttoning it. Harry threw that to the ground as well. She sat up and grabbed the button of his trousers. Harry happily let her unbutton and unzip the pants then drag them down to the center of his thighs. Without a moment’s noticed she had her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking. Harry groaned and buried his hands into her perfectly curled hair. “God they have no fucking idea what you do to me.” He hissed, feeling his now engorged cock hitting the back of her throat.
After another moment, Harry pulled himself from her mouth. He pushed her down onto the bed roughly, but not to hurt her. He removed his trousers quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time. When Harry crawled back onto the bed, between her legs, she smiled up at him, ready for whatever he was about to do to her.
“Do you want me, baby?” Harry asked her teasingly, lining his cock to her soaked cunt. She nodded slowly, he bottom lip between her teeth once again. She whimpered when he pushed just the tip inside. “Tell me.” He smirked when she whined as he pulled out. She stared at him with wide eyes. This game was new. He stuck just the tip in again, a whimper falling from her red painted lips. He pulled out, “Tell me you want me the way I’ve wanted you all night.” She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t get the words out. She was to preoccupied with him teasing her with the tip of his huge dick. “Baby.” He teased again, it evident in his tone as well. Finally, she got fed up with his games. She sat up then pushed him to the side, making him land on the bed, on his back. She swung her leg over his hip in the most seductive way he’d ever seen. She sunk down on his cock with a heavy sigh.
“I want you.” She moaned as she began to rock her hips slowly. Harry struggled to breathe for just a moment because of the speed of events. “I want you.” She panted again. Harry brought her torso down to meet his. He meshed his lips to hers passionately. It was an interesting turn of events but he loved it. He gripped her hips tightly, to keep her where she was. He began to thrust upward quickly and with force. She cried out loudly into his neck and twisted the sheets beside his head. She tried to lift her hips to ease some of the pressure but Harry just held her where she was. Harry grunted lowly and in rhythm with his thrusts. He was giving it his all. She was going to be screaming his name. No one knew that his perfect princess of a wife could turn into a temptress with a salacious mouth. He wanted that side of her to come out. He loved it. He thrusted harder when she made that delightfully familiar squealing sound. She was about to come. Harry slammed her mouth onto his as he released one of her hips to caress her clit. She broken the kiss with a string of screamed profanities. Harry smirked and flipped them so she was pinned underneath his body.
“Are you ever going to act like that again at an award show?” He asked her with a deep and dominating tone.
“Every fucking time.” She replied with a smirk of her own. Harry slammed his still rock hard dick into her again, eliciting an earth-shattering moan from her lips. He felt his insides waver at the sound. Harry took her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. He pounded into her with force and speed again. Her moans and panting breaths were driving him closer to his own release but he loved playing with her like this. Harry was a bit shocked when she was able to free one of her wrists from his grip. She let her fingers dance down Harry’s side lightly, creating a trail of sensitive skin behind. He smiled gently at her when she gripped his rear. She smirked up at him before giving him a firm swat right on his ass cheek. Harry meshed his mouth to hers fiercely, biting her bottom lip to show his dominance. She screamed out another list of profanities as her insides clenched around his cock. Harry biting her lip had driven her over the edge. She laid shaking underneath him as he still drilled her with everything he had. Another orgasm coursed through her soon after, her body not being able to handle his strong thrusts and intense speed any longer.
Harry’s body grew weak and he started to moan louder. She moved her hips with his trying to bring him to his climax. His thrusts grew uneven and he couldn’t contain it anymore. His legs tensed and his dick twitched inside her. He groaned loudly and lustfully as he came, filling his wife with every ounce of his desire. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted from fucking so hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair. She kissed his shoulders and neck tenderly. Harry lifted himself from her body after just a moment of laying in her arms. He fell to the bed next to her. She smiled as she looked at her husband. His hair was a mess, sticking to his face because of how sweaty he was, but she loved it.
“Ever going to act like that at an awards show again?” Harry asked her with a knowing smile.
“Every fucking time, baby.” She replied with the same smile. Harry pulled her into his arms again. She rested her head on his chest and stroked his sweat soaked skin lovingly. They laid in silence for a long while, just listening to and feeling each other breathing.
“I’m going to have a bruise on my ass.” Harry laughed kissing his her hair lightly.
She looked up at him with sweet, tired eyes, “Sorry, honey.” She then stated, “My lip is bleeding a bit. I can taste it.”
Harry pecked her sweat covered forehead, “Sorry, love.” He then placed his mouth over hers. She moaned slightly when he began to caress her bottom lip with his tongue and suck on it gently, trying to ease the almost non-existent pain. “Maybe next time, we shouldn’t get so carried away.” He murmured backing away.
She shook her head with a smile, “Where’s the fun in that?” Harry smiled as well, not so worried that he’d been too aggressive toward her. “But next time…” She began. “I get to tell you how I feel about you watching me the way you were. All sexy with your bow tie and shirt undone.” She stated with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
Harry smirked, “Why wait?” She grinned as she sat up and he knew that he was in trouble.
Months after breaking up, you get a text from Tom…
A/N: considering trying a Peter Parker fic, thoughts??? also, definitely want to start doing requests so send them my way. also considering doing a series of little events between you and Tom dating. JUST SO MANY IDEAS.
also- will probably be most active Friday-sunday because I have class Monday-Thursday but I’ll definitely try my best to post during the week.
w/o further ado…
You were always the experienced one in relationships. No matter how much a boy would talk himself up, you would leave highly dissatisfied; really the only satisfaction you could get from sexual encounters was watching boys come completely unhinged by your actions. You were truly a goddess. That’s why your first encounter with Tom took you by surprise. You had met in a crowded club in L.A. After hours of watching you dance, and after about five drinks, Tom finally worked up the courage to approach you. You had to admit, you were instantly attracted to him. His sharp jaw line, perfectly curling hair, and deep brown eyes nearly put you in a trance as he asked if he could buy you a drink. It didn’t take much convincing when he asked you if you’d like to come home with him. Dancing with him allowed you to feel the bulge you helped grow in his jeans and you were intrigued by what he could do, or more so what you could do to him.
That first night was ecstasy. It was as if he was able to stimulate every nerve in your body. Orgasms washed over you over and over again, yet you still had your effect on him. After you both had your fill you laid there together, head on his chest. Feeling it move up and down harshly, still trying to fully calm down. “Fuck. How did you even do that?” He said, running fingers through your hair.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” you replied, earning a chuckle from Tom. “I guess we’re perfect for each other then.” And damn was he right. You both found out that your emotional chemistry far surpassed your physical chemistry. You had both fallen madly in love with each other. But that was months ago, and now you lay alone on your bed. Everything was perfect between you and Tom, except one thing. He was too afraid to make your relationship public and you were growing tired of being a secret. You understood the fear, the idea of you becoming too overwhelmed by the attention, the hate you might receive from jealous fans, the fear that it would change everything. But you couldn’t handle it anymore, so you left. You were lying on your bed, scrolling through old messages, when suddenly they swiped back down to the very bottom. You groaned, too tired to swipe all the way back up to the ones you were reading, before you realized that it was because of a new text. hey, can I call? it’s tom btw, just in case you deleted my number. Your heart dropped. What could he possibly need? You tried to convince yourself that you were annoyed by the sudden contact, but you knew you wanted to talk to him. No matter what it was he had to say, just to hear his voice. of course It was easy to send that text, but when his face suddenly illuminated your phone, you realized how difficult it was to actually pick up. You swiped the screen to answer the call, but it took a moment before you could actually put the phone to your ear. “Hi,” you almost whispered. “Hi, I was afraid you weren’t going to answer for a second there.” He said, allowing a breathy chuckle to follow. “I’ll always answer for you.” You instantly regretted that. It just slipped out. Feeling the uncomfortable silence, you quickly added, “so what did you need?” “Well, I need you to come let me in.” “What?” “I’m outside. We need to talk y/n, please.” “I’ll be right out.” You hung up the phone and started walking out of your bedroom when you remembered that you weren’t properly dressed for company. You ran to your closet and threw on a pair of sleep shorts and a Vampire Weekend shirt you bought at the concert you saw with him. Suddenly, you were nervous about how you looked, but you decided it had been too long since you hung up for any more primping. You made it to the door and went to turn the handle, but noticed your hand just lying there, unable to turn it. With a deep breath, you swung the door open. There he was, clad in black jeans and a t shirt, just tight enough to notice that his muscles have only grown since you last saw him. “Tom.” It was all that you could get out. His eyes looked bloodshot, and his lips were swollen. You knew he had been crying, but he hid it so well over the phone. “Y/n. May I come in?” You nodded and moved out of the way from the doorway, allowing him to enter your apartment like so many times before. He moved to the closet next to the front door to shed his jacket, and returned wielding a raised eyebrow and an old sweatshirt—his sweatshirt. “Oh yeah, I meant to run that by your place but I’ve been so busy with work I never had the chance.” You quickly lied. He started working his arms through it, as if he was about to put it on, but backwards. He walked over to you and held it above your head. You raised your arms in response and he easily slipped it over your petite frame. “It always looked better on you anyways.” His face was so close to yours. For a moment you thought he was about to lean in a place a long awaited kiss on your lips, but instead he started walking towards the living room and sat down on the couch. You followed. You sat down nervously, a bit further away from him than you probably should have. “Y/n I can’t take this anymore.” He blurted out. “We love each other. We are meant to be together. I know I messed up okay? But I can fix it, I will fix it for you.” “Tom…” “If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think we should be together then I’ll leave.” His intensity took you by surprise. You had no idea he felt this way, if you did, then you probably would be back together by now. You could see tears starting to well up in those brown eyes again, and you could feel them starting in yours. The fear you felt earlier was replaced intense feelings of love. You wanted him back, in every way. With one foul sweep you placed yourself on his lap, straddling the boy you loved so much. You cupped his cheeks and put your forehead on his. You were so close you had to keep darting your eyes back and forth to look into both of those beautiful brown eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore, you crashed your lips into his. The passion was overwhelming, so many emotions were behind that single kiss. You could tell he was taken off guard, but soon he found comfort in the familiar feeling and began exploring your body. First he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in even closer. Then they trailed down to the small of your back, then further to cup your ass, instantly causing you to start grinding on him. His hands journeyed to your thighs. He savored the feeling of your soft skin as you savored the roughness of his palms. You moaned at his touch, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His kisses grew more and more desperate, as if he thought he’d never get to kiss you again. Then you realized, he probably did think that. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours, “I really thought I’d lost you.” Tears began to well up in those big brown eyes. You placed soft kisses on his forehead in between shushes. “I’ll always be yours, Tom. Always.” “Always,” he nodded. He gave you one more quick kiss before scooping you up and carrying back to your room. He set you down gently on your bed. You expected to feel his lips against yours again, but instead he barely lifted up the sweatshirt and began placing kisses all over your stomach. Goosebumps began covering your body as he kissed the sensitive skin. He chuckled when he noticed the little bumps, “always worked like a charm.” You rolled your eyes at that typical, cocky remark. Even after months of being apart, he knew you like the back of his hand. He never broke eye contact as he slowly slipped you out of your shorts. Even though your room was dark, his eyes were darker, and you could see the lust glistening in them. He started rubbing circles on your clit making your eyes flutter shut and your head fall back into your bed. The sensation suddenly stopped and you groaned at the discomfort starting to grow between your legs. “Look at me,” he barely whispered. You propped yourself up on your elbows and the second you found his eyes he attached his mouth to your clit and slid two fingers into you. You wanted to throw your head back in pleasure, but you know it’d only cause him to stop again. That was always his thing. He loved watching you, and he really loved you watching him. Each lick and pump brought you closer and closer to the edge. Tom could tell you were getting close, he only stopped his movements to whisper, “say my name, love.” “Oh, Tom,” you began to moan. Each time you repeated his name he would pick up the pace, soon you were chanting his name and a feeling of euphoria swept over your body. A feeling only he could give you. One orgasm wasn’t enough though, you were desperate to be even more intimate with him. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he began to kiss you again. You began fumbling with the button of his jeans, but couldn’t seem to get them undone. Tom noticed you struggling and reached down to help you. “I see you haven’t improved your dexterity,” he chuckled. “Yeah, well I haven’t really had much practice in a while,” you grumbled as he released the button and you pulled down the zipper. Tom smiled as he realized you hadn’t been with anyone else since the two of you broke up. Even though he knew it was selfish, he really couldn’t stand to think of you being with anyone else. You slipped your hand into his jeans and began palming him through his boxers. He clenched his jaw and hissed from the contact he had been anticipating for so long. It really was a spectacle, him all worked up, curls messy, t shirt clinging to his chest with sweat, dark eyes locked with yours. He was getting harder with each stroke, and you couldn’t help but wonder how much he could take. Clearly not much because he rolled off of you and began kicking his jeans and boxers off. Once he was free of the clothing you swung your leg over to straddle him. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he pushed himself off the bed just enough for you to pull it off of him. You grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt and started to lift it off when he grabbed your wrists. “Don’t. I love it when you wear my clothes.” You smiled at his confession, especially because he always pretending to be annoyed when you would steal his sweatshirts and t shirts. Tom was throbbing beneath you. You began grinding against his length, letting your wetness cover his cock. Tom sighed, half in pleasure, half in desperation. You raised an innocent eyebrow at him. “Always such a tease,” he sighed. You smirked as you lined yourself up and began lowering yourself onto him. His eyes rolled back as he reached for your hips. Squeezing tighter as you began to quicken the pace. He pulled you forward by the back of your neck and began kissing you sloppily. He grabbed your ass, causing you to lean forward even more. He began lifting up his hips to thrust into you, and you bit at the skin on his shoulder to suppress your moans. “I love you,” he whispered into your ear before nipping at its lobe. The feeling of his hot breath against your neck drove you crazy and you let out a loud whine. He flipped the two of you over so that you were on your back and began thrusting relentlessly. He lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder so that he could thrust even deeper. The new angle was too much, you could feel your abs tightening as another orgasm started to creep up. “Tom I’m- Oh I’m gonna,” you couldn’t even get out a full sentence before the feeling washed over you again. You dragged your nails down his back as he continued to fuck you, riding out your high. His thrusts started getting sporadic and you could tell he was close. He got up on his knees and he started to jerk himself off, but before he could cum you scooted forward and took his length in your mouth. You bobbed your head before sucking on the head, running your tongue over the little slit—his most sensitive spot. He ran his hands through your hair before letting out a breathy “fuuuuck.” Soon hot ribbons of cum were shot down your throat—you savored the taste that you didn’t even know you’d missed. He collapsed next to you, letting out a satisfied sigh. He held out one of his arms, inviting you to snuggle up under it. Once you found yourself situated in the familiar position, you looked up at him and whispered, “I love you, too.” Tom gave you a kiss on the forehead before pulling the covers up over the two of you. You woke up alone. You immediately made yourself believe that he must’ve left early so that he wouldn’t have to face you. You should’ve known it was all too good to be true. You wanted to bury yourself under the covers in embarrassment, but then you noticed music playing faintly. It sounded like Goodness Gracious by The Heligoats. That was Tom’s favorite song on your morning playlist. You dragged yourself out of bed and walked into the kitchen, and there he was. Flipping pancakes and sipping on coffee while wearing nothing but boxers. He was singing along so softly that you could barely hear him, you always loved the few moments you could hear him sing. You started humming along yourself, which caught his attention. “Good morning love, I was worried the coffee would go cold by the time you finally woke up,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pouring yourself a cup. “Good morning to you too.” “I’ve got plans for us next weekend.” “Oh really? Well I’ll have to see if—” “You don’t work.” “Oh. How exactly do you know that?” “You never unsynced our calendars. How was your gyno appointment by the way?” “Uhh,” you could feel the heat flood through your cheeks. “I’m only joking, darling,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Anyways, BAFTAs are next weekend, I figured that’d be the perfect way to introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend.”